The First Sword of the Earth

After Shi Qianzhang and the others left, Mu Yue also rushed to check and accept the various arrangements of Wang Sheng and their future bases. The small courtyard that had not been busy for a long time returned to its usual quietness.

Wang Sheng sent people back, and couldn't help stopping when he passed Huilongguan, as if he was looking for the old book stand.

It was here, carrying two suitcases, and with a little loss and longing for the future, I met the Taoist chief who was lying on the chair and slumbering.

I'm afraid not many people know that nowadays, he is a world-renowned unspoken and evergreen man. Apart from cultivating Taoism back then, he often sold ‘Wulin Cheats’ and ‘Wudang Mountain Holy Spring Water’.

This is the real turning point in his fate.

That morning, when I met Master for the second time here, Master Qing Yanzi had already cleaned up, put on a brand-new Taoist robe, took a shower, and immediately returned to the peak of her appearance.

At that time, the master actually wanted to accept himself as a disciple, and he must have been worried that he was just fascinated by reading novels, so he came to the mountain to practice Taoism.

After all, the vitality of the world had not recovered at that time, and his family's inheritance had almost been broken, and only the two masters and sisters were left to maintain it.

I met Master, and Master also met his apprentice.

Everything seems to hide some kind of predestination, but the fate is too complicated, and it's too difficult to figure out.

After sweeping his sleeves, Wang Sheng stepped towards the path not far away, step by step up the stairs, touching the scene, and remembering all the thoughts he had when he first walked this road that day.

I was very nervous at that time, I was afraid of being rejected by the ‘future’ leader...

Walking and stopping on this mountain road, Wang Sheng admired the scenery of Wudang Mountain. Although he was very familiar with it, he still felt that it was different.

When he arrived at the courtyard, Wang Sheng suddenly couldn't move forward.

I will say goodbye to this small courtyard when I go in this time, and when I come out again.

Although Shimen has no plans to "recruit students" to the outside world, they can't always hang under the name of Wudang Mountain. They should have a mountain of their own.

It would be most appropriate to go to Zhongnan Mountain again to stand at the gate of the mountain.

Since going up the mountain when he was seventeen years old, Chunhua Qiushuang has turned a few times, and the young man now has his sword and is now going forward, knowing the way and the way forward.

When she was in a trance, Mu Wanxuan walked out of the main house door holding a few pieces of clothing, allowing Wang Sheng to turn around from the reverie and step into the courtyard.

"Senior Sister, please also help me collect my luggage. Before I leave, I want to clean the yard."

"good!"

Mu Wanxuan responded with a chuckle, floating lightly, putting her half-packed suitcase on hold temporarily, and starting to pack Wang Sheng's clothes and socks.

Wang Sheng raised his head and glanced. The eldest sister Fox Banxian was sitting on the eaves where she often meditated, her slender legs overlapped under her skirt, her eyes were staring at the distant sky, and her charm was a little more ethereal.

What she is looking for should be the location of the sword sect.

I don't know whether such an existence close to an immortal can overcome the curvature of the surface and see Dajian Mountain at a glance.

Picking up the broom, Wang Sheng began to clean the already clean small yard.

The central area of ​​the small courtyard is obviously lower than the four sides, which was stepped on by Wang Sheng when he was practicing sword; especially during the period when he was just focusing on his sword practice, he sometimes couldn't control the true essence in sword practice, and Qixingbu often used excessive force. .

Now his elegant seven-star step was slowly poured out with sweat in the past, and it is not easy to think of all the hardships here.

As long as you choose the right path, there will be a reward for your hard work.

As if to sweep away the traces of his previous presence, Wang Sheng slowly cleaned the courtyard, and his heart kept showing the old situation.

In the heavy snow in winter night, practicing sword in the snow, the senior sister sitting on the threshold quietly trance;

In the scorching summer, I sat cross-legged under the scorching sun to comprehend the practice, and I was struggling with myself. I had to comprehend a few words of the Pure Yang Xian Jue, but because of this, I fell into the inferior, thinking hard for a long time without gaining an inch of work.

When he swept to a corner, Wang Sheng saw the pile of wooden swords he had used badly.

Most of these wooden swords were made by Master for himself, and when they were broken, he felt very distressed; but Master would always say that there was nothing wrong with him, so he would soon cut and steal them, and make two or three more for himself.

At the beginning, Wang Sheng simply thought that his teacher was too poor to use an iron sword;

Later, when I got a little bit of a realm, I realized that the master wanted to realize the kendo itself at first, not the sword itself as a weapon.

It is the greatest blessing in my life to be able to worship under the master.

Without Master Qing Yanzi's unreserved teaching and meticulous care, how could he have the self in this virtual pill realm today?

Therefore, when the master was seriously injured before, he would almost lose control and be full of anger.

Young will always be impulsive. If it is for the impulse of the master, for the senior sister, for his family, even if he has paid the price for it, Wang Sheng will not have the slightest regret.

"Um?"

Wang Sheng's eyes lit up and saw that two of the wooden swords did not seem to be damaged.

He leaned over and picked up the two wooden swords, brushed his fingers across the lines on the wooden sword, looked at the unfinished hilt, and his eyes became warmer.

This should be the wooden sword that Master hasn't finished. Maybe Master didn't expect that he could break through the realm so quickly. He temporarily stopped making these two wooden swords and went to make himself a special sword for square Tai Chi sword dance... …

Putting down the broom, Wang Sheng carried the wooden sword and walked to the center of the yard, thinking about the situation when Master used the Seven-Star Sword Technique for the first time.

At that time, I was shocked by the master's swordsmanship; tomorrow the vitality has not been restored, and the master was able to take a picture with the sword, which really shocked me.

With the sword out, the wooden sword let out a slight whistling sound. Wang Sheng converged his true essence, recalling how he felt when he first practiced sword moves, and slowly used a set of seven-star sword formations.

Although he was looking for the feeling of the year and recalling the situation of that year, Wang Sheng's kendo realm is not low now, and there can be no jerky pause between moves and moves.

Stepping on the seven-star step, this time he didn't pursue change or speed. He just walked slowly according to the basic position of the seven-star step, and moved with the wooden sword in his hand.

Without thinking about anything, Wang Sheng was immersed in his memories, immersed in the joy of his first complete use of the Seven-Star Sword Formation. The smile on the corner of his mouth was calm and relaxed, and the moves played by the wooden sword were gentle and smooth, exuding A touch of lightness.

Huh?

On the roof, she blinked at Xi Lian, who was fascinated in the distance, and looked down at the figure of Zheng Wujian in the courtyard, with a little surprise in her eyes.

Just as a breeze blew across the courtyard, Wang Shengchang lifted up, and the wooden sword seemed to blend into the wind, slowly rising and falling with the breeze.

After the breeze blew, Wang Sheng's set of sword formations just finished, and he stood with his wooden sword in the middle of the small courtyard, quietly comprehending the various gains in his heart...

The sword moves from the hand, the hand moves from the mind, the mind arises from the heart, and the heart grows according to the path.

Kendo is my way, on the contrary, my way is the way of swords.

As far as I am concerned, the sword is not only the medium between me and Dao, but also the manifestation of Dao in my hands, and the Dao itself...

After a while, Wang Sheng sighed softly.

This sigh, there is a little regret, and a little satisfaction, and a kind of relief similar to the relief after the knot.

When the sigh continued, Wang Sheng's body was filled with a mysterious Taoist rhyme. Although it was only a short period of two seconds, his own Taoism took a step forward.

Since then, the hidden dangers of forcibly upgrading the cultivation base to the middle stage of the virtual pill in the first few months have been wiped out by the improvement of the Taoist realm, and Wang Sheng's practice backwards will not encounter bottlenecks and obstacles for the time being.

Opening his eyes and watching the wooden sword in his hand, Wang Sheng chuckled lightly and threw the wooden sword back to its original position. Seeing that the senior sister was walking from the house with the suitcase, he hurriedly greeted him.

The mysterious Tao Yun around the body suddenly disappeared.

"I'll do it, Senior Sister."

"Well," Mu Wanxuan was naturally happy and handed the suitcase to Wang Sheng.

More than ten minutes later.

Mu Wanxuan and Xi Lian waited outside. Wang Sheng checked the places again and closed the door tightly before walking out with the suitcase.

After closing the gate of the courtyard ~www.readwn.com~ Wang Sheng stepped back two steps and said something to the small courtyard, before turning around and chasing after Xilian and her senior sister who had already started to descend.

At the end of this mountain trail, Gao Shixing and several Taoist leaders waited quietly, and naturally came to see Wang Sheng off.

Zhou Yinglong didn't want the sadness of parting to affect his Dao Xin, so he avoided seeing him again.

Wang Sheng was afraid that Xilian and Sister would wait for too long, so he rushed over to show his footwork and talked with a few Taoist leaders. Gao Shixing just told Wang Sheng not to neglect his kendo practice, and he will continue with Wang Sheng in the future. Learn from each other.

Several road chiefs kept sending them outside the mountain gate and watched them get into the vehicle arranged by the investigation team before turning back to the mountain.

"Finally, I have to say goodbye to Wudang for the time being."

Sitting in the passenger seat, Wang Sheng glanced at the gate of Wudang Mountain, smiled freely and didn't think much.

On the back seat, Xi Lian and Mu Wanxuan were already leaning against each other, and they began to play small games together to fight for the speed of the level. This journey will definitely not be lonely and lonely.

Just as Wang Sheng left Wudang Mountain...

I don’t know how many meters below the Pingdu Mountain, the majestic city in the central area of ​​the "Xiaodifu".

The underworld is not dark, there are dim yellow lights everywhere, and there are ghostly yin air everywhere.

The big city was empty, and at the very center of the big city was a rift valley. Under the rift valley, ghosts cried endlessly. Above the rift valley, there were eleven halls suspended in the ‘sky’.

Suddenly, within a thousand miles, the Netherworld Yin Qi kept surging, and there was a long howl in the hall suspended above the rift valley, which contained endless unwillingness and pain.

A white shadow passed by extremely quickly, flew out of a large hall suspended in the air, and rushed to another majestic palace extremely quickly...

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