Fantasy: The Heavenly Dao revolves around me

When I came out of the quiet room, it was past noon.
Fang Mingjing came outside.
It must be said that the environment of Zhishui Peak, the residence of the Holy Son of the Holy Land, is excellent.
The yard is green with grass.
Under the long pavilion of the trees, there are clusters of flowers on both sides of the road, and the road extends to the flowerbed at the end, which is an ingenious structure that flowers can bloom in any season.
The weather at this time is still relatively warm, so the blooming flowers are also full of warm tones and bright colors.
Let’s go to the lake to play…
He thought so, but before he could leave, the maid Qing He hurried over.
“Sister Qinghe?”
“Little Holy Son, the Holy Master just ordered someone to look for it, saying that you will go to him after you finish your cultivation.”
“Go again…”
Fang Mingjing grunted.
But he still nodded to show that he knew.
He didn’t delay, and immediately set off down the mountain.
The cultivation base of Ningzhenjing already has the ability to fly in the sky, so he didn’t spend much effort going down the mountain.
There was an old man in black robes at the foot of the mountainWait a long time.
“Uncle Mu.”
“Haha, the old servant has seen the little saint.”
The old man smiled and bowed slightly.
He was always polite and thoughtful. However, after seeing it many times, Fang Mingjing didn’t care.
“What did the master tell me to do in the past?”
“Didn’t the Holy Son say a few days ago that he is more interested in swords? In addition, now that his cultivation has broken through to the realm of condensing reality, it is time to choose a weapon.”
Uncle Mu said slowly while leading Fang Mingjing forward.
The Chongxiao Holy Land is very large.
If you only rely on walking, you may not see the end for ten days and a half months.
However, the old man took Fang Mingjing’s hand and walked as if distracted, and the scene reflected in the two people’s field of vision kept changing.
“I have seen the little saint.”
“Elder Shepherd.”
“Son.”
The disciples who met the two along the way saluted.
Uncle Mu responded with a smile.
Although he is an elder of the Holy Land, he does not have the pretence of being a powerhouse at the peak of Nirvana Realm at all, and even usually only considers himself an old servant of the Holy Master.
“It’s raining?”
In the distance, the sky was drizzling with drizzle.
Fang Mingjing frowned slightly.
“Holy Son doesn’t like rainy days?”
“I don’t like it today.”
“…”
The old man seemed to pause for a while, and then said earnestly, “The changes of the four seasons are the rules of the universe and cannot be changed at will.”
“I don’t listen.”
“…”
Helpless, Uncle Mu had no choice but to wave his hand, and the majestic sea-like aura directly dissipated the rain clouds in the sky.
At this time, the two were not far from the Holy Master’s dojo.
The Holy Master of Chongxiao Holy Land, Jiang Jiuge.
It is said that before he took over as the Holy Master a hundred years ago, he was suppressed for a generation as the last Holy Son. Now that a hundred years have passed, his cultivation has already reached the state of rotation.
Uncle Mu waited for Fang Mingjing outside the dojo and then withdrew.
When Fang Mingjing was left alone to walk into the dojo, he found that in addition to the Holy Master Jiang Jiuge, there was also a young man with an indifferent expression.
When he noticed Fang Mingjing’s arrival, the young man frowned indistinctly, and then bowed to Jiang Jiuge.
“Since Master has something important to do, the disciple will retire first.”
“Go.”
Jiang Jiuge nodded slightly.
After getting the approval, the young man left the dojo directly, and he didn’t even have the slightest idea of ​​contacting Fang Mingjing.
Until his back is gone,
“That’s your Senior Brother Yu Yuan.”
Jiang Jiuge walked over.
He looked like a handsome young man.
With a slight smile on his face, his voice was clear, and the breath surrounding him was an incredible sense of tranquility.
If ordinary people saw him for the first time, they might just think he was a quiet and gentle young man…
“…”
Fang Mingjing did not answer, and then heard Jiang Jiuge speak again, with a smile in his voice: “Before you, everyone thought he would be the new holy son of my holy land, and most of the elders also had high hopes for him.”
“what about now?”
“What else is there now?” He smiled and pressed Fang Mingjing’s head, then turned around, “Come with me.”
Step out.
The environment inside the dojo changed.
The interior is so large that you can hardly see the opposite wall.
There was no one around, and there was no sound in such a huge place, which created a solemn atmosphere invisibly.
Jiang Jiuge raised his hand.
Immediately, ripples appeared in the calm void, and the three phantoms gradually became solid.
Zheng!
In the dojo, a vortex of spiritual energy like a raging wave was set off, and in bursts of soft sounds, what gradually emerged were three swords with completely different styles, but they all exuded a quaint atmosphere.
“Choose it.”
Three swords.
The size of the swords is almost the same, and the casting style is also slender and light, but the breath of these three swords is very different.
One is determined to rush into the sky, and its aura seems to be able to tear everything apart;
Without much thought, Fang Mingjing reached out to the first sword.
It’s just, when he just grabbed the sword, boom! The sharp sword intent on the sword rose into the sky, and the violent aura resisted with the momentum of a swirling torrent—
Swords have a spirit, although this spirit only refers to a trace of spirituality, but it can also choose a master.
“…I don’t know how to lift things up.”
Under Jiang Jiuge’s gaze, Fang Mingjing murmured, and then let go of his hand, and the sword fell to the ground with a clatter.
Then he crossed the second sword and stretched his hand towards the last one.
This time it went well.
“Have you chosen?”
“Well, that’s it.”
he said.
While holding his hand on the hilt of the sword.
It’s just such an action,
Swish!
There was a rare look of surprise in Jiang Jiuge’s eyes.
At this moment, the ground in the dojo suddenly became inexplicably covered with cuts, and these hideous cuts continued to spread farther away—
It’s not sword intent.
It’s not sword pressure or aura…
Just holding the hilt of the sword.
Just such an action made the entire dojo become scarred silently, and…
Looking at the two swords that had completely lost their momentum, Jiang Jiuge was a little dumb, but he couldn’t help but feel admiration. .