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Li Dao waited for a long time until his throat felt dry.

"Come in with me. Martial Uncle Zhao has agreed to meet you," the temple boy shouted to Li Dao.

Licking his somewhat dry lips, Li Dao stepped through the door.

As he stepped through the door, another Daoist boy, who had been silent all this time, whispered, "Be careful, Martial Uncle Zhao is not someone you can easily talk to."

After taking a look at the daotong who had warned him, Li Dao finally understood that the Martial Uncle Zhao they were talking about should be Zhao Zhijing.

Li Dao had a deep impression of Zhao Zhijing. At one time, he thought Zhao Zhijing was even more repulsive than Yin Zhiping.

However, he couldn't do anything about it now. He could only blame his bad luck.

As he walked through the door, his view widened.

Within the gate was a palace that was arranged in many different ways. In the middle was the Duo Yang Palace, with many side halls.

The temple boy brought Li Dao to the center of the hall and walked towards the Multi Yang Palace.

While walking, he warned, "When we meet Martial Uncle Zhao later, do not contradict him. Otherwise, you will suffer."

Li Dao was silent. In the world of war, he was still a big shot. When had he ever suffered so much? Moreover, he was not a person that was bullied in the first place. Otherwise, such a thing wouldn't have happened.

Walking into the main hall, Zhang Xuan saw that the entire hall was filled with smoke.

There were three copper stoves on an incense burner, and above the stoves hung portraits.

The one in the middle was Lu Chunyang, who was also the Dao Sect Patriarch, Lü Dongbin. Next to the Pure Yang Martial Ancestor hung a portrait of the Multi Yang Martial Ancestor.

Below the portrait stood a middle-aged man wearing a black daoist robe, his eyes a little sinister.

Li Dao could tell at a glance that he was Zhao Zhijing.

As a member of the Daoist Sect, he had a pair of sinister eyes. Other than Zhao Zhijing, there was no one else.

There were several disciples wearing sky-blue Daoist robes beside Zhao Zhijing. One of them was a chubby Daoist Priest who was the most eye-catching.

From the time of Wang Zhong Yang, the True Sect had passed down for four generations.

Without even mentioning Wang Zhong Yang and Zhou Bo Tong, Ma Yu and Qiu Jianji were second generation disciples and wore gray robes.

Then, the third generation disciples of the 'ambitious' generation such as Zhao Zhijing, Yin Zhiping, Li Zhizhang, and the others all wore black Daoist robes.

Below them were the Qing's fourth generation disciples, who were dressed in sky blue Daoist robes.

With his hands behind his back, Zhao Zhijing raised his head and asked, "Are you the one who came to acknowledge me as his teacher?"

"Yes, my name is Li Dao. I have admired Daoist Master Zhong Yang for a long time, and have come from far away to learn from him. Please accept me, Taoist Master."

"Who are you and how is your family?"

"My ancestors were born in Luoyang. My parents passed away. My family was poor."

Li Dao answered simply.

After Li Dao said this, he looked towards Zhao Zhijing only to see that Zhao Zhijing had already closed his eyes, ignoring him.

After waiting for a while, Zhao Zhijing still remained silent. No one knew what he was thinking about.

Seeing that Li Dao was still unenlightened, the fat Daoist next to Zhao Zhijing coughed twice and gave Li Dao a look.

Only now did Li Dao understand why Zhao Zhijing didn't say anything.

However, he was in a hurry when he crossed over to this world. He didn't have any valuable treasures, so how could he have the money to be filial to Zhao Zhijing?

Li Dao's expression was ugly to the extreme. He really did not expect that the entire Taoist sect would hide such a despicable thing.

After waiting for a long time, he didn't see Li Dao at all. Zhao Zhijing opened his eyes and sized him up.

Li Dao didn't look like a rich person from the way he was dressed. However, when Zhao Zhijing's gaze fell on the long sword in Li Dao's hand, his eyes lit up.

The sharkskin scabbard Zhao Zhijing saw through it at a glance.

"Since you came from far away to learn from me, I'll give you a chance. Show me the sword in your hand. "

Seeing that Zhao Zhijing had set his sights on his longsword, Li Dao's pupils constricted. The killing intent in his heart could not help but skyrocket.