The First Sword of the Earth

The sea breeze was blowing lazily, and the snoring sound from the tip of Wang Dao's long nose perfectly matched the sound of the waves washing.

The spiritless sword was inserted next to the recliner with its sheath. This was considered a must-have, and he said that he had nothing to sleep, so he really fell asleep here.

On the side, Shi Qianzhang used his mobile phone projection to simulate a mahjong table, and the three men took Dai'er and started playing mahjong there, but they were all interested.

They are using actual actions to prove that as long as Dai'er does not act unscrupulously towards their Captain and does not threaten the status of Senior Sister, then they are still happy to take her to play together.

After all, when Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan came along, the first impression they gave was that they were childhood sweethearts and two little widows, and they also had the epic feat of ‘13 years of widowhood in the prefecture’.

In addition, the senior sister herself is a taciturn little fairy, with a weak halo, which can be called a goodwill harvester;

Wang Daochang is now starting to walk away from the line of personal heroism that has been swept away, using a sword to provoke monsters and monsters from all walks of life.

At this critical moment, Shi Qianzhang and others subconsciously stood in the position of the senior sister, seeing every woman who tried to approach Wang Sheng, there was a sense of threat...

Probably, this is the legendary ‘Power of Origin’.

"Miss Dai'er, Liutong," Liu Yunzhi asked casually, "Is the bright camp completely helpless against the dark camp now?"

"Not really," Dai Er touched a card and placed it in front of her lightly, like an old friend.

That is, this fair-skinned, radiant western-faced blonde beauty, wearing a cool bikini, sitting on a beach mat, drinking cold drinks, rubbing mahjong...

There is always a feeling of ‘probably this is life’.

"In fact, the current weakness is formed by the connivance of the dark camp and our own inaction."

Dai'er shook her head for a while and sighed, "If it weren't for my parents' permission, I would really like to join the Dahua Nationality nationality and stop worrying about these things.

Most of the seats in the Bright Council are religious figures who adhere to their own ideas. In ancient times, they often went to war, and now they are barely fighting under the pressure of the dark camp.

To give an inappropriate example, the current light can only survive in certain fixed territories...

Three. "

"Bump," Shi Qianzhang responded with a smile, "Brother Sheng has severely damaged the top combat power of the dark camp this time, don't you say that the bright camp expresses?"

"In the eyes of those old guys, there should be no difference between the dark camp and the monastic world of the Dahua Country," Dai'er curled her mouth and said quietly, "I really want to personally give some rewards to the kingly chief, but the kingly way Long did not accept it."

Liu Yunzhi smiled and nodded, and said: "Fairy non-verbal and non-verbal have a deep relationship, which disappoints Miss Dai'er."

"Why don't you consider us Yunzhi?" Huai was surprised and winked.

Liu Yunzhi smiled awkwardly, Dai'er looked at Liu Yunzhi openly, and then exclaimed: "If I can, I really want to be a sister... who can take pictures and tweet with him."

With a pop, Shi Qianzhang who was drinking a cold drink turned his head and squirted, Liu Yunzhi's forehead was covered with black lines.

"Sorry, sorry," Dai Er explained quickly, "This is a compliment, describing you as beautiful, and it doesn't mean anything else."

Shi Qianzhang laughed at the side and his face twitched. The monk Huai Jing casually sang the phrase "You are so beautiful", and Liu Yunzhi's expression gradually became autistic.

Dai Er blinked innocently, "This, isn't it a compliment in the context of Dahua?"

"It's a compliment, but it doesn't apply to men," Huai Jing explained a few words in Gran language. "It is slightly different from the aesthetics of the secular world. In the monastic world, we pay attention to the distinction between yin and yang. Too much anger, the best words of praise should be'masculine','handsome', and'handsome'."

Dai'er appeared in a daze, and apologized to Liu Yunzhi again and again, and the matter was exposed.

You can't be so pretentious with international friends.

The monk Huai Jing smiled and said, "Dahua is so extensive and profound that she has accumulated over thousands of years of culture, such as this poem.

Silently went to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree courtyard closed in the autumn.

Do you understand what it means? "

Dai'er snapped her fingers and said with a bit of pride, "This is a poem expressing her loneliness and desolation!"

Shi Qianzhang silently played a card on the side, "Five barrels."

"Huh!" Huai Jing showed off in an instant, "Two, three, four, six, seven, eight, five, all in one! Pay for it!"

The corners of Dai'er's mouth twitched a few times, and she closed herself instantly.

Several people continued to open a new game, discussing the basic situation of the Western spiritual world.

For the monks in the great Chinese nation, it is normal for the monastic environment to be so stable; but for foreign practitioners, this kind of peace and stability is simply a utopian dream.

Shi Qianzhang suddenly felt a little emotional, and asked in a low voice, "Miss Daier, did Shelley really betray your family?"

Dai'er's face was full of sadness, "I don't know why this is happening. My most trusted partner, and my best friend, turned out to be a poisoned dagger lurking in our family.

Even so, I still believe that she was bewitched by others, and she was still very kind in nature. "

"Why do you believe in the brainwashing of these sects?" Shi Qianzhang asked rhetorically.

Dai'er said: "People are fragile, especially their hearts and spirits. Probably everyone will subconsciously find these comforts."

"Miss Dai'er," said the monk Huaijing, "Among foreign practitioners, you should be one of the people who have the deepest understanding of the monastic world.

In your opinion, what is the essential difference between the gods you believe in and the immortals and Buddhas we pursue? "

Shi Qianzhang asked dumbfoundedly: "Has this all risen to the height of philosophy?"

Deliberately asked, "We have only one god, which actually stems from the worship of sages; and what you worship is a system, not specific to a certain deity... Is that true?"

"no."

Wang Sheng, who seemed to be asleep on the side, suddenly spoke:

"The difference is that you worship gods, the ultimate goal is to become followers of the gods; while we admire immortal Buddhas, the ultimate goal is to be like them."

"But... this is disrespectful to God, it's rebellious."

Dai Er tried to explain something, but couldn't help but fall into thinking.

"So this is the difference between Eastern and Western thinking," Wang Sheng lay there, smiling leisurely, "It's like the dark camp now. We have been here for a few hours, and they still didn't mean to send anyone to attack us. I don't want to do it even if I try.

Even if the drone is sent out, it is only a few kilometers away from here to monitor it, which is so frustrating. "

As the words fell, Wang Sheng waved his left hand, and a qi sword whistled away.

A small fire exploded on the sea a few kilometers away, and Wang Sheng yawned, "Keep on playing, call me when you leave, I'm really sleepy."

The four of them looked at each other and continued to chat with each other.

...

The war in the Principality of Gangbi has burned all over the territory, but because Wang Sheng and the others have gone through it, the dark camp has become cautious in its actions.

In a high-rise building in the capital of the Principality of Congo, in a stereo projection meeting room somewhere, more than a dozen projections remained silent.

Among them, there are two blood princes, the main person in charge of the Garrington Group, a few representatives of ancient forces wearing their own distinctive costumes, and a few who don't want to show their true colors in masks.

After being silent for an unknown period of time, an old man with gray hair and a sturdy face slowly spoke. The old man’s Gran language also had a clear accent:

"It's time to think about whether the dark camp still needs to exist."

"What do you mean by the King of Viking?" A woman with an enchanting figure sneered. "Is it that you are completely afraid of that great Chinese monk?"

The old man scolded: "Vikings never fear powerful enemies, they only hate you guys who are holding back!

A monk from a great Chinese nation stepped on our heads to humiliate us and insult us, but you dare not even let go of a loud fart! "

"The truth is, none of us has ever won this great Chinese monk," a blood prince said coldly, "my blood has lost a lot now! This is the lesson, everyone."

Someone sighed: "Let the Garrington Group hand over what they want."

The faces of the two old people from the Garrington Group were immediately darkened, and one of them said solemnly: "We need to figure out one thing... The Blood Transforming Knife may be the only way we can use the Dahua Country's methods of cultivation."

One person continued: "So, you have become the target of the monks of the Great China Kingdom."

"Don't bother us," a fat aunt complained dissatisfied, "We have just had a good life for a few days, and we have just stepped on the so-called servants of God!"

Suddenly, the faces of the two old men of the Garrington Group were extremely gloomy.

"Everyone, don't you want to hear about the solution to this scourge?"

A gloomy voice came from the corner of the room, and a smiling face slowly emerged, "Don't you want to hear about the weakness of this great Chinese monk?"

A blood prince frowned and asked, "Yin and Yang, have you ever dealt with this monk from the great Chinese nation?"

"Of course," the man said softly in Gran's language, "My father's Yin-Yang Wanwu Sect, half of the reason can be said to be destroyed in his hands.

He is not called Wang Feiyu, Feiyu is his Dao name, just like his senior sister’s Dao name is non-verbal. In Dahua, this means ‘not very talkative’.

His real name is Wang Sheng. "

...

Hum! Hum!

On the recliner ~www.readwn.com~ Wang Daochang opened his eyes a little speechlessly. He had just slept for a few minutes. Who is so discerning to call.

Looking at the caller ID, it turned out to be Miss Mou Yue.

No, it should be Little Aunt Mou Yue.

"Hello? What's the matter?" Wang Sheng cheered up, thinking that something had changed in the situation.

"Well, Dao Wang," Mou Yue said hesitantly, "Did you use the sword technique to knock down a drone just now?"

"Um……"

"Well, it is very troublesome for us to transport a drone abroad, and we have to obtain local flight permits. When there will be other early warning drones passing by, you hold your hands high, do you want to let them go?"

Several black lines hung up on Wang Sheng's forehead, and he calmly replied that he knew, and hung up the phone in a hurry.

No compensation for broken things is his consistent philosophy.