The First Sword of the Earth

　　 A few days ago, Wudang Mountain issued new regulations. Cars that could drive halfway up the mountain can only be parked outside the mountain gate.

Outside the mountain gate, Zhou Yinglong, who was posing next to a luxury private car, raised his hand to greet him from a distance when he saw Wang Sheng's figure.

　　 Zhou Yinglong, who has also changed into casual clothes at the moment, is also considered a handsome and unrestrained older single cultivator, and has the temperament of a brother.

　　 He saw that Wang Sheng’s backpack was bulging, and he asked, "Why did you bring so many things? Uncle Master didn't say that we can go back and forth in the same day."

　　Wang Sheng thought for a while, but he could only say: "Be prepared for nothing."

　　 "Any language is coming?" Li Shiwu greeted as the window fell, "Get in the car and go, just put the backpack in the trunk. This time we went early, and we must come back early."

　　 The driver sent by the great kind family, a loyal middle-aged uncle, got out of the car at this moment.

　　 looked at Wang Sheng a few times, the uncle shouted one by one, and he was going to pick up Wang Sheng's backpack and the long sword wrapped in black cloth.

　　 "I will carry the sword with me."

　　Wang Sheng said this, and the driver quickly agreed.

　　 Zhou Yinglong felt a little ashamed when he thought of his new saber which was placed in the trunk and pressed under the packages that Uncle Li took.

　　 "The kendo attainments of Junior Brother Wang are far beyond ours. It is by no means unreasonable. Being a senior is a bit ashamed."

　　 Wang Sheng said with a smile: "Brother said that he was serious, but I like this sword very much. I want to take it with me so I feel more at ease."

Daoist Li Shiwu in the front passenger seat turned his head and smiled, and said: "Just like it, this sword is personally named to you by the previous master teacher, and only the non-speaking nephew can not bury this famous sword. ."

　　 Wang Sheng said with a serious face: "I don't know if I have the opportunity to thank this master in person."

"Why don't you have a chance yet? When you come back, I will take you to Jinding to be a tea-sending disciple next time when you meet with uncles and uncles." You can see the older generations. In that scene, I felt like I was back in my 20s or 30s, and I was very young!"

　　 Wang Sheng suddenly smiled and nodded. He didn't know how to pick it up.

　　 There is also a special car pick-up service on this trip. After all, it is much more comfortable than the last bus trip.

　　 On the road, Li Shiwu fell asleep in his seat after a few chats. The master who drove was very polite and didn't say much, just focused on driving.

　　Wang Sheng chatted with Zhou Yinglong in a low voice, and the two of them closed their eyes to rest.

　　 After contact with Wang Sheng, Zhou Yinglong seems to have changed a little bit; he was originally a leisurely practice on the mountain, but now he also finds an opportunity to go to meditation, eating and sleeping, thinking about his Taiyi sword technique.

　　 There was no word all the way. When the car got off the highway, it was already ten o'clock in the morning. After the car passed the toll gate, it entered a prosperous suburban town. This was the destination of this trip.

　　 "I haven't been home for many years."

　　 Li Shiwu sighed, staring out the window in a daze.

　　Wang Sheng and Zhou Yinglong broke free from the stable state in the back seat, and looked out the window.

　　 Aura is mottled and muddy, and it has reached a crowded land.

　　 The purity of the aura in such a small town is actually quite good, like Wang Sheng's hometown, or those first-tier cities, the aura is poisonous.

　　 To cultivate the Tao, you still have to hide in a quiet and elegant place.

　　 The Dashan people they were going to also had the surname Li, and his home was on the edge of the town. When driving through this small city, which should be regarded as a prefecture-level city, Wang Sheng also saw a large shopping mall on the roadside.

　　 "Should we go back the same way after we finish the ritual?" Wang Sheng asked.

　　 Li Shiwu yawned, "What? What do you say nonverbal?"

　　 "It was the same way back," the uncle driver thought, "Dao Master, what's wrong?"

　　 Wang Sheng said: "Oh, it's okay. When I come back, can you put me in the mall over there, I'll go buy some things and bring it back to the mountain."

　　 "Okay, of course," Li Shiwu agreed, then turned to look at Wang Sheng, his old eyes were full of jokes.

　　 "Bring a gift for your senior sister?"

　　 Wang Sheng smiled and nodded, Zhou Yinglong rubbed the tip of his nose, "Then I can bring something to my brother, I can't be weaker than Junior Wang."

　　 "What are you messing with!" Li Shiwu glared at Zhou Yinglong, who chuckled twice.

　　 The ridicule is silent.

　　 "There are still more than ten minutes by car," Daoist Li Shiwu yawned, and he was snoring all the way. At this moment, his head gradually got up, "Let's take a break."

　　 Zhou Yinglong asked: "Master, what did we do when we got there?"

　　 "How can I do things, what else can I do," Li Shiwu smiled and replied, "I open the altar and you two go around the Dashan people's house, and you will be done when you see the dirty things melted!"

　　 Wang Sheng nodded, recalling the exorcism spell taught by the master in his heart.

　　 When I think that I will also be under the gaze of others, with a tone of accent and a frustrating dance, the shame that is still alive in my heart will inevitably flow up.

　　 Li Shiwu smiled and said, "Don't worry, the good people this time will definitely not let you go for nothing."

The meaning of 　　 is that there is definitely a reward.

　　Wang Sheng and Zhou Yinglong both felt that it didn't matter what the rewards were. This time they went down the mountain to see the face of Li Shiwu, the deputy head.

　　 More than ten minutes later, the car drove for a while on a concrete road along the river, turned to a hill with a beautiful environment, and arrived at the destination of their trip.

　　 Li Zhai.

　　 The antique door, and the vermilion lacquered door plaque has these two characters on it.

　　 If you stand in front of the door with two couples wearing coarse cloth clothes instead of hanging cameras, it will really make people mistakenly think that you have traveled back to ancient times.

　　 This is probably the so-called big bourgeois house, and I just enclosed it and made a quiet villa, which is still an antique forest garden, rockery, strange rocks, and leisurely bamboo forest. There is a good place to go.

　　 When I get to this place, I can clearly feel that my aura is much purer.

　　Wang Sheng carrying his own bag, carrying the ancient sword wrapped in black cloth, and Zhou Yinglong looked inside at the courtyard gate. This was the first time they came to this place.

"How about? This place is not bad?" Li Shiwu smiled and walked from behind. "This is designed by an expert in Wudang Mountain after seeing Feng Shui. It took three years to fix it."

　　 The driver should have gone to the car, put them in front of the door and left by himself.

No one came out to lead the way. Li Shiwu walked forward with his hands on his back, and said again: "Go in, I will be here for the ceremony today. Later I will start the altar and do the practice. You two will search around in this courtyard. If any ghost is causing trouble, just clear it out."

　　 "Yes," Zhou Yinglong and Wang Sheng replied in a low voice, and followed Li Shiwu into the open door.

　　 There were a few people in the courtyard hurriedly rushing to the gate. At the front was an old man, followed by a few middle-aged men and women, and two teenage girls.

Waiting to get closer, the gray-haired uncle who walked in the front trembled all over, shouting: "Second! You are the second child! The house is haunted! He is about to be tossed in a different way." !"

　　 Zhou Yinglong almost laughed out loud, and Li Shiwu's dusty temperament that had just been brewed was immediately crushed.

　　 And the doubt in Wang Sheng's heart suddenly disappeared.

　　 No wonder Master Li Shiwu had been covering up before, just saying that he was doing things for a benevolent family who gave a lot of assistance to Wudang Mountain, but he took this matter extremely seriously and wanted to bring him and Mu Wanxuan over.

　　 It turns out that this is Li Siwu's own house. If he really cares about it, Li Siwu, the deputy head, is somewhat suspected of using power for personal gain...

　　Of course, Wudang Mountain will not pursue these trivial matters. After all, Li Shiwu has worked hard and made an outstanding contribution to the development of Wudang Taoism.

　　 At least when Li Shiwu's senior brothers and uncles were practicing in retreat, he was still running around. This is a rare credit.

　　 Li Shiwu turned his head and smiled awkwardly at Wang Sheng and Zhou Yinglong, and could only move forward: "Brother, don't worry, I'm not coming back."

　　 Zhou Yinglong and Wang Sheng looked at each other and laughed. Both of them understood what the behavior was, and they didn't say much to exorcise ghosts later. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

　　 Li Shiwu ranks second in the house. At this time, the old man in a purple shirt who is pulling him is naturally the great person who donated a lot of incense money to Wudang Mountain in Li Shiwu's mouth.

　　 This old man has a bad mental head. When he was young, he should have been quite tall, but now he is old, and he is half his head taller than Li Shiwu.

　　Wang Sheng subconsciously observed this person with spiritual thoughts, and found that the other person’s spirit and spirit had been very ‘withered’, his old eyes were a bit swollen, and his forehead was still entwined with a faint grey air...

　　 It seems that it is not far from the limit.

　　 Are there real ghosts tossing here?

　　Wang Sheng didn't know how to read Feng Shui, and he had never studied the theory of yin and yang, but his spiritual thoughts spread out within a few tens of meters nearby, and he immediately noticed a trace of strange aura.

　　 seems to be really dark.

　　 Just as he wanted to pursue this breath, the great good man had already stepped forward and greeted with a smile on his face:

"Hey... are these two trail leaders in Wudang Mountain? Come in, come in, don't stand here! When you get there, they are my second brother’s nephew, and that’s my kiss. Nephew, haha, cough, cough."

　　 Wang Sheng smiled and said, "The layman is polite."

　　 Zhou Yinglong also learned something, "The layman has worked hard."

　　 "You're welcome! No hard work! Come on, walk around! Go inside!"

　　 This Li Shiwu's eldest brother greeted him loudly, but when he was old, he was short of breath, blushed and was about to cough.

　　 There was a tall and thin middle-aged man who came over to support the old man, and persuaded him: "Dad, speak quietly, doesn't your throat hurt?"

　　 The old man patted his chest: "Not so upright, it's really like I'm afraid of those dirty things!"

　　 Wang Sheng smiled, his impression of the old man was pretty good.