The First Sword of the Earth

　　 The closer you are to Wudang Mountain, the farther you are from your hometown.

　　 After leaving the high-speed railway station, I transferred back to the gate of Wudang Mountain. The small buildings and alleys in the towns below the mountain gradually fell behind, and a strong spiritual energy came to my face.

　　 Mu Wanxuan was still looking out the window, her expression when she went down the mountain like this, but she walked with a sense of anticipation, and now she still has a lot of anticipation.

　　 should be looking forward to going down the mountain next time.

　　 Sister Sister had a problem with her speech, Wang Sheng couldn't directly ask her how she felt about this trip to Maoshan and her hometown, but she could also see that Sister was very happy, at least not uncomfortable.

　　 Seeking immortals and cultivating the true words, the gods’ family is at ease.

　　 The word ‘free’ is a bit more stingy than the word ‘Xiaoyao’, but it also has a different charm.

　　 When going up the mountain, Wang Sheng found that more people took the initiative to greet him.

　　 The limelight that he and his senior sister showed up at the Maoshan Taoist exchange meeting was revealed in the mountain by Zhou Yinglong, Zhao Zhao, Meng Hong and Hao Ling on the same day.

　　 After all, communication is more convenient now. There are also several exchange groups with disciples in Wudang Mountain. The message transmission is called a rapid...

　　 Nowadays, the various Taoist temples in the mountains and the various cultivating places all know that the brothers and sisters of Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan have a high level of cultivation.

　　Wang Sheng's bright sword heart and seven-star sword intent, Mu Wanxuan's two-way rhyme, and the state of concluding birth can't be underestimated. In the Wudang Mountains, they are already the ‘leader’ of the younger generation of disciples.

　　 There were always people greeted him along the way, and Wang Sheng would nodded with a smile, did not greet him, and did not show his face indifferently.

　　 In the past few years when he was mixed with gangs, he did not suffer from the expression of some "superior". Wang Sheng didn't want to be the kind of monk he hated.

　　 In front of the small courtyard, Qing Yanzi stood with his hands behind him, seeming to have known when the two of them would return.

　　 Seeing Master, Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan couldn't help speeding up their pace.

　　 The mountain road should have been cleaned up, and some of the gaps that had been in disrepair for a long time have also been filled in. It should have been arranged by Li Shiwu, the deputy head of foreign affairs.

　　 "Master!"

"Um!"

　　 "You two, didn't this trip to Maoshan let you keep a low profile?"

　　 Qingyan had a stern face, and when Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan looked at each other, and each was a little worried, the Void Pill Realm elder smiled again.

　　Listen to this unspoken long warm voice:

　　 "You are doing a good job. Although we live in Wudang Mountain, we do not belong to Emperor Zhenwu's Taoism, but we are also considered as Wudang Mountain monks.

　　 You didn't shame your master this time, but you still need to return to your heart as soon as possible and continue to practice peacefully in the mountains.

　　 The world is huge, and the number of people is countless. Even if you are a teacher, you don't dare to be proud of yourself. You two shouldn't be proud of it for a while. "

　　Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan lowered their heads and said yes, and they took Master’s warning in their hearts.

Qing Yanzi smiled and waved her hand, "Go and see, Junior Brother Li sent something yesterday. There are two good items in it. It is a reward for your two trips. As a teacher, I have to go to the Supreme Harmony Palace to discuss matters. Bring you back dinner in the evening."

After 　　yan, Qingyanzi floated away with her hands behind her back, taking a step, as if going back home by the wind.

　　 "It's only a few days now, how do you feel that Master is about to break through again?"

　　 Wang Sheng whispered a word, and Mu Wanxuan nodded in agreement.

Qingyanzi’s accumulation is not inferior to the veteran elders on the mountain, and the realm and understanding are even higher than those of the older generation of cultivators. At this time, the cultivating progress rapidly to a terrifying state is not abnormal, but normal. .

　　 looked at each other with the elder sister, somehow, both of them chuckled lightly, carrying their suitcases, pushing open the newly renovated courtyard door, and happily went to the North House.

　　 There are several things on the table. The first thing Wang Sheng saw was the long sword with sheath.

　　 He is also a sword lover, and he also knows that Master has been asking him to use wooden swords and blunt swords to practice swords, but at this time he saw a sword that exudes a touch of aura, and he really couldn't bear it.

　　 Raised his hand and flicked his fingers across the scabbard made of hard-skinned leather. Wang Sheng seemed to hear a sword scream.

　　 This is definitely not a long sword made by ordinary craftsmen.

　　 Compared with his original sword for Tai Chi Square Dance, the hilt of this long sword is slightly wider, but the boring of the sword is narrower, which seems to be modeled after the ancient sword of the pre-Qin period.

　　 grabbed the long sword, but it was a little heavier than Wang Sheng thought. He held the hilt in his right hand, and the urge to pull out the sword turned into a little bit of reluctance.

　　 He was afraid of disappointment.

　　 I am afraid that I have too high expectations for this sword, and I will be disappointed when I see it in full.

　　 At this time, I can only believe in the heritage of Wudang Mountain.

　　 The senior sister, who was holding two antique Cuiluo skirts and making gestures, also looked at the sword curiously.

　　 took a breath, and Wang Sheng slowly pulled the long sword out of the scabbard. The sound when the blade rubbed against the inner bladder of the scabbard, Qingyue was not harsh at all.

　　 The sword is light, and its blade is as thin as a cicada's wing. There is a shallow blood trough in the center of the sword, but there seems to be water waves on the surface of the sword.

　　 That is the vitality of heaven and earth entwined with this sword.

　　 Near Jianboring, there were two small ancient characters. Wang Sheng read it gently, but they were the two characters "Wen Yuan".

　　 cautiously injected a strand of true essence, but felt that there was no hindrance to the infusion of true essence. When the strand returned to his palm meridian, there was a hint of coldness.

　　 Jian Yuan?

　　 This should be regarded as a magic weapon.

　　 Although there is no such mystery as Liu Yunzhi's jade suit or the crescent moon jade of Shi Qianzhang, this ancient sword named Wen Yuan should be a weapon specially made for sword repair.

　　 Slowly increase the True Yuan injection, the long sword buzzes, and waves rippling on the sword body.

　　 But soon, Wang Sheng felt that the sword's endurance had reached a certain limit, and injecting true essence would cause damage to the sword.

　　 first sighed, then chuckled.

　　 Sigh, naturally because although this sword is stronger than Fan Tie, its strength is always limited.

　　 It is appropriate to use it in the concentration and fetal state, but after the level of cultivation is advanced, this sword can't display its own cultivation.

　　 Fuer laughed again, but Wang Sheng felt a lot more relaxed.

　　 If Master Li Shiwu really carried him the artifact at the bottom of the Wudang Mountain pressure box, then he really owed Wudang Daocheng a favor.

　　 Favor debts are the most difficult to pay, and this is also true for monks.

　　 Although this sword is a treasure, it is not the best one. As a reward for my trip to Maoshan, it can be considered reasonable.

　　 "Sister, look," Wang Sheng handed the sword to her senior sister. Mu Wanxuan put the dress in her hand and took the sword carefully.

"Um…"

　　 Mu Wanxuan groaned softly, and then drew her fingers across the blood trough of the sword, and then shook her head gently at Wang Sheng.

　　 She was saying, let Wang Sheng not be affected by this sword.

　　 "Just rest assured, I won't kill it on purpose."

　　 Mu Wanxuan took the sword back, Wang Sheng put away the ancient sword, and picked up the two black painted notebooks just pressed under the sword.

　　 When you open it, you can see that there are one-inch ID photos of Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan on them, recording age, age, famous Taoism, and cultivating masters.

　　 This is the Taoist certificate of the two of them.

　　Wang Sheng's Taoist age is three years, and the senior sister's is fifteen years. It should be counted from the beginning of the senior sister's sensible and memorable records. After all, no one can be born to understand the meaning of Taoism.

　　 And Mu Wanxuan took out another jade pendant under those antique Luo skirts, held it in front of him for a while, and handed it to Wang Sheng with a smile.

　　 "Hey."

　　 "Sister, this sword is for me, and the jade pendant is naturally for you."

　　Mu Wanxuan gently shook her head, and stubbornly pushed the jade pendant into Wang Sheng's hand, then swiped her finger on the phone for a while, and handed the screen to Wang Sheng.

　　’Labour and capital are invincible in the world, first in the universe’

　　The implication is that she doesn't need this jade pendant with the effect of concentrating and calming the soul, so she can wear it.

　　Wang Sheng is also principled after all, this senior sister, it is too late to take care of her by herself, how could she get the benefits she should have received.

　　He insisted on giving, but he refused to accept it. After a few minutes, the senior sister looked at Wang Sheng a little wronged.

　　 Those autumn eyes almost filled with mist, and Wang Sheng suddenly felt a little at a loss.

　　 "Sister, don’t worry..."

"Give."

　　 "Then, wait for me for a while."

　　 Wang Sheng turned around and walked to the back room, before walking out with a long box in his arms.

　　 "I originally wanted to wait for my senior sister's birthday as a gift for my senior sister, so let's take it out first. If you want senior sister to give me something, you have to accept it from me."

　　 Mu Wanxuan blinked, took the long box over, opened her eyes curiously, and found that there was a jade flute inside.

　　 "This is just a vulgar object, not a magic weapon, but I think it looks pretty. I bought it online before..."

　　 Wang Sheng smiled happily, Mu Wanxuan was already full of joy and she held the jade flute in her arms and stroked it lightly, she liked it very much.

　　 That jade pendant was eventually stuffed by the senior sister to Wang Sheng.

When 　　 is held in the hand, I can feel a refreshing breath lingering in the bottom of my heart.

　　 This shouldn't be regarded as a magic weapon, it's just a jade of good quality that is tainted with vitality. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

　　Woo—

　　 woo woo!

Suddenly there was a noise coming from beside 　　, Mu Wanxuan was already sitting on the kang head trying to make the jade flute make a sound.

　　 Wang Sheng looked around for a while, shook his head and chuckled, carrying the suitcase and went back to the back room to pack up.

　　 Not long after, Wang Sheng, who had changed back to the usual dress of big pants and short-sleeved flip-flops, jumped to the roof cornice again and meditated in his exclusive position.

　　 Of course, there will inevitably be a wooden board under the buttocks. After all, he is only a flesh and blood body in the late stage of the concentration stage, and his buttocks are also soft.

　　 And today, there is an ancient sword with a sheath beside him, and a jade pendant is hung on the boring of the ancient sword.

Mu Wanxuan also put on loose exercise clothes, and meditated with her eyes closed in the mountains not far from the courtyard gate, with the jade flute by her side, wisps of vitality lingering on it, being slowly nourished by Mu Wanxuan. .

　　 In the evening, there was an intermittent flute sound in the forest, and Wang Sheng practiced with a sword in the open space in front of the courtyard.

　　 Although it is not a tune, but the sound of the flute is soft and soft.

　　 After a while, Wang Sheng stood on a boulder, looking at the colorful clouds of the West Mountain, his eyes showed light thoughts, he was thinking about how he, the senior sister, and the master should go in the future.

　　The monasticism pays attention to the law and the land of wealth, and the word ‘cai’ is indispensable.

　　 There is no mountain in the tradition of Shimen, let alone the profoundness of the two characters, and there is only a small bronze box passed down by the ancestor.

　　Master is used to pursuing clean cultivation, and the sister is not familiar with world affairs, but she has to consider it for her.

　　啧, suddenly there is a sense of pride that I am the little pillar of my family...

　　Wang Sheng brushed the scabbard beside him, his long hair that was simply **** was blown by the evening breeze, his slender figure was not half rough, and he continued to look at the sunset in the distance.