surnamed Wang

In his first year in Baiyujing, Wang Gangquan was not in a hurry to challenge others. He cleaned the tower step by step every day. Over time, he gradually discovered the clues.

Everyone thought that Bai Yujing had to climb from the bottom to the top, and the higher he went, the slower his cultivation, even Zhao Shuquan, the second sword cultivator of the Three Immortals, was no exception.

Wang Gingquan has been sweeping the tower for more than a year. He knows the details of the tower like the back of his hand, and often watches other tower guards compete. He gradually discovered that there seems to be something wrong with the so-called Bai Yujing sword technique. Although the moves are smooth, the sword intent is not coherent. Feeling, everyone also needs to use which trick.

It is rumored that Bai Yujing is the magic weapon of Shang Emperor Xin, and his inner sword style is also left by him. When the old guy was fighting Zhao Shuquan, he admitted that he saved a hand. Without his guidance, No. 12 swordsmanship would not be known to anyone. Want to understand.

Wang Gingquan didn't know whether Zhao Shuquan had discovered the clues of the sword technique. While cleaning, he searched for clues along the floor inch by inch, and finally found that the seemingly identical floor tiles had subtle differences.

This difference is the same as a few pillars on the same floor. You can only notice it if you choose a specific angle and immerse yourself in it with breathless concentration.

Wang Gangquan recorded the positions of the special floor tiles found on each floor, drew them on paper and superimposed them together, and finally formed a circle, which looked like a corona from a distance, and the [-]th floor corresponded to the [-]th hour.

In order to verify the conjecture, Wang Gangquan begged Bailai to establish a good relationship with the tower guards at all levels, so that they would make an exception and allow him to gain enlightenment.

……

He first went to the eighth floor. The guard was an old man who was addicted to alcohol, with a red rosacea nose. He gave a pot of fairy wine every day, no matter how long he had been enlightened.

Wang Gingquan lost more than a dozen pots of high-quality immortal wine, and searched countless places for enlightenment, and finally found that he was riding a donkey to find a donkey—turning around, the problematic floor tile was the best place for enlightenment.

When he displayed the eight-level sword technique, the old man who had realized the sword for most of his life was stunned on the spot. He had used this technique for 200 years, and finally he had a little bit of the essence under the guidance of Zhao Jianxian.

Wang Gangquan was overjoyed, threw a pot of good wine to the other party and climbed upstairs, and soon came to the eleventh floor.

There were no guards on the eleventh floor, so he sat directly on the ground and focused on the sword. A shadow gradually appeared on the opposite wall. The figure was dark and tall, and he presumably was the king of the Shang Dynasty who destroyed the country.

After the black shadow danced the sword on the wall, it didn't disperse for a long time. He turned his head and looked straight at Wang Bingquan.
"Have you discovered the secret of this seat?"

Wang Gangquan opened his mouth, and without waiting for a reply, the voice in his head continued:

"Comprehend all the eleven-style swordsmanship, come to me, I will help you achieve the realm of the holy fairy."

After all, the black shadow on the wall dissipated, Wang Gangquan stood up, his calm heart couldn't help being excited, holy fairyland, the pinnacle pursued by countless powers, can he really achieve it?
After a period of time, Wang Bingquan became crazily enlightened about the sword. He didn't tell anyone about meeting Di Xin, but he still revealed it to his disciples, but sweeping the pagoda would help his practice.

Hong Mao straightened out his moves and went from the seventh floor to the eighth floor in one year, and Wang Gingquan climbed even faster, reaching the fifth floor in only half a year.

……

"Master, at this speed, won't you be able to go up to the eleventh floor soon?" Hong Mao said excitedly.

"It's not that fast. It gets harder the further you go. Don't worry about me. Hurry up and practice. I guess I'll catch up to you in a few days."

"Hey, that's a good relationship. It's been a long time since I've had a fight with my master."

Wang Gangquan smiled and said:
"Tomorrow I will have a rest, and I will go out with your teacher's wife for a stroll. By the way, I will ask Zhao Jianxian about something. Do you have anything to tell me?"

"Then please tell Master Zhao that I have already reached the eighth floor."

The young man grinned, Wang Gangquan patted his apprentice on the shoulder, turned and left.

……

As early as more than a year ago, Wang Bingquan and Xihong were married. On the day of the wedding banquet, Sanxian and Yang Cang had many guests. Looking at the two newcomers in red robes, everyone present had different reactions.

Those male cultivators who had a crush on Fairy Xie all sighed and frowned. They thought they couldn't compare to Wang Gangquan's reputation, so they had no choice but to drink away their sorrows in the end.

The female cultivators who liked the groom gathered at a table under the arrangement of Wang Gangquan's number one black fan, Pu Wen.

Miao Ling came from a long way, her face was covered with silver gauze, she was tightly covered, she didn't speak from the beginning to the end, she just drank alone; Princess Tian Qiaoqiao was a little frustrated, and she greeted others with a forced smile, and left halfway; Liu Meijiao, who came from Yangcang Realm, looked like nothing happened, her face was always full of joy after helping out; as for Yang Dingchun, she didn't come at all.

When Wang Gingquan saw the women, he was dumbfounded. While cursing Pu Wen secretly in his heart, he bit the bullet and toasted them. There is no man who does not want to have three wives and four concubines, but treating someone sincerely is the limit. Besides, he owes too much to Xi Hong.

……

At night, Wang Bingquan returned from Baiyujing, opened the door and entered, his eyes suddenly opened up.

The plain-looking house hides heaven and earth, and a formation is nested on the wooden door, which can be directly teleported from the world of three immortals to a small fishing village in Jiuyuan.

This was a gift from the master on the wedding day, and when Wang Gangquan received it, he secretly thought that the old man had finally done something.

Standing on the beach, the man let the sea breeze blow his clothes. After a while, a gentle voice sounded:
"What are you doing standing there, not going home for dinner?"

"Go back here."

The man walked to the hut. This place is not like Sanxian Island, which has a rich aura and elegant scenery. In the morning and evening, cocks and dogs bark and hundreds of lights are even noisy, but here, they can experience the peace of mind.

The two are the bodies of immortals, they don't eat mortal grains, on the table there is a carp with an attractive fragrance, a red line growing on its belly, its mouth is wide open and its eyes are staring, it is the dragon carp from the Lingyun Sect.

"Sent by the little elder?"

Wang Gingquan picked up a piece of fish and put it into his mouth, the already fresh and tender fish melted in his mouth, turning into a warm current that swam all over his body.

The woman nodded, put the belly fish into the opponent's bowl and said:

"Last time, Jiu Li, the head of the sect, has completed the first change. He is very happy and specially ordered someone to send three carps for you to watch."

"Well, it's pretty and delicious, and my wife's cooking skills are not lost."

As Wang Gangquan said, he put the whole fish tail into the opponent's bowl, the woman smiled and started to eat.

……

After the meal, the two walked barefoot on the beach, passed by the sea, but did not stop, and stepped on it slowly. The two figures were walking on the water in the night. If the villagers saw it, they would probably make a big fuss .

When the two first arrived here a year ago, they attracted crowds of spectators. One was chic and elegant, the other was beautiful and extraordinarily beautiful. They looked like a fairy couple walking out of a picture scroll, and they spoiled all the boys and girls in the village.

It rained heavily last summer. A dozen fishermen who went to sea encountered a storm, and the waves splashed tens of feet. The wife and children at home looked at the black sky and could only act anxiously. At this time, a young man named A Yue who had just arrived from the village went out to sea. .

The wind was high and the waves were rough, his boat was extremely stable, and it quickly disappeared behind the waves. Within two quarters of an hour, the weather suddenly turned fine and the sea was calm. Ayue punted back with a dozen fishermen on board.

On that day, the village was happier than the New Year.

... (end of this chapter)