The First Sword of the Earth

Chapter 380

Qingyunshu Road Gutianguan, Cuifeng condenses Dajianshan.

On the winding mountain road, Wang Sheng and his party were climbing up the steps, admiring the scenery of the continuous sword front of the Shu Mountain.

Wang Sheng walked in the forefront, wearing a blue robes, two strands of sky blue hair bands, and carrying a sheathed non-spirited sword.

This outfit also matched his ‘quake status’ at this time.

Wang Xiaomiao took Mu Wanxuan's arm and deliberately slowed down the journey;

Before coming, Wang Sheng secretly told Wang Xiaomiao the real purpose of this trip-to take the senior sister to relax.

Xiao Miao expressed full cooperation and took the opportunity to request to reduce the amount of his daily cultural class homework, but Wang Sheng refused mercilessly.

Sister Xi Lian was too lazy to get out, so naturally she didn't follow; the investigation team felt that it was impossible for Wang Sheng and his party to have an accident, so she didn't show up much.

At this time, the situation in Dahua Country is stable, and there is no friction between the various traditions of the monastic world. Although there are occasional crimes by monks in various places, Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan, the two high-ranking masters in the sky, can also walk without incident. .

"Brother, why are we coming to Jianzong all of a sudden?" Wang Xiaomiao asked in a low voice.

"Don't you want to learn Imperial Swordsmanship?" Wang Sheng laughed, "Imperial Swordsmanship is the secret of Sword Sect. I learned it by chance. You must get the permission of Sword Sect if you want to learn it."

"by chance?"

Wang Xiaomiao blinked, and the story she heard over and over since she was a child is Wang Sheng's "Brave Leap" to save countless lives.

Wang Shenggang wanted to explain a few words aloud. The senior sister has taken out her mobile phone, tapped her fingertips on the virtual screen, and typed out the events of the year vividly, supplemented by several emoticons.

It can also be described as both pictures and texts.

Sister Sister said that there is naturally an element of artistic processing, deliberately exaggerating how difficult the'Sword Seventy Two' is, and how many kendo geniuses have failed to break through the barrier. In the end, Wang Sheng got out of the horse and cleared the barrier in one breath...

"Brother, how did you do it?" Wang Xiaomiao didn't feel much shock in his eyes, but was full of curiosity.

"Luck accounts for a large part," Wang Sheng chuckled lightly, and then said again, "There is also the guidance and guidance that Master gave me back then, so that I can temporarily lead other sword repairs of the same generation.

Sword Seventy Two is very awkward because it can only be tried by young people, and everyone can only try once.

I was able to persist at that time, largely because of my yearning for swordsmanship. "

As he spoke, Wang Sheng's left hand was drawn to his chest, and the colorful rays of light merged into a Feixia sword, which was handed to Wang Xiaomiao, "This immortal flying sword was given to me by the predecessor of the seventy-two swords.

Because of its existence, I have won a lot of powerful enemies, also beheaded a lot of demons, and turned my dangers into danger several times.

This time, I will also take you to pay respects to this elder Array Spirit. "

Wang Xiaomiao poked Feixia Sword with his finger, and Feixia Sword screamed, seemingly resisting.

Xian Jian had already recognized the Lord, and even Wang Sheng's blood-related relatives and sisters could not touch it.

However, the senior sister on the side also stretched out a finger and poked Feixia Sword with great interest; Feixia Sword shook the sword body and let out a clear sword sound.

There is no need for Wang Sheng to explain, this is Feijian's expression of joy and intimacy.

Wang Xiaomiao immediately faced the wall and shut himself down. The senior sister frowned slightly and glanced at Feixiajian, and hurriedly went over to comfort Xiaomiao's shoulder.

The reason for being treated so differently is also very simple. Wang Sheng and his senior sister get along with each other day and night, and Feixiajian is already very familiar with Mu Wanxuan's breath, that's all.

People are not a "seeing color and forgetting righteousness" sword!

Soon, Wang Xiaomiao walked out of the shadow of being despised by the sword, laughing and laughing with the senior sister, before and after running on the mountain road.

When approaching Jianzong Mountain Gate, Wang Daochang smiled and said, "Xiao Miao, seeing the undulating peaks in the distance, can you think of some poems that are more appropriate?"

Wang Xiaomiao rolled his eyes and complained: "Brother, it's okay if you think about it. You don't have to pull your sister to pave the way for you every time."

"I'm just checking whether your culture class has fallen," Wang Sheng said with a stern face, "Then, let me say the last sentence, and you will take the next sentence."

"No, so old-fashioned," Wang Xiaomiao refused decisively, and then chuckled, "Brother, let me test you!

You must follow my half-line poem to follow the next half line, but you must express a different mood from the original poem! It must be neat! How about it, brother, are you afraid? "

Daochang Wang and Mu Wanxuan looked at each other. The latter had already smiled Qiumu into a crescent crescent; Daochang Wang readily challenged, and the word ‘fear’ had been deducted from Jian Xiu’s dictionary.

Xiao Miao groaned a few times, and said: "Listen well, but Dragon City Fei Jiang is here!"

Wang Sheng said calmly: "Since then, the king will not come back early."

Xiao Miao snapped his fingers, "This love can be a remembrance!"

Wang Daochang is completely worthy, "At that time, only Dao was commonplace."

"You!" Wang Xiaomiao's eyes widened, "Do you know all these stalkers?"

"These are the routines 20 or 30 years ago. Our parents played the rest when they were young!" Wang Sheng snorted. "The ancient culture of Dahua Country is extensive and profound. There are many such wild poems."

The elder sister on the side was immediately confused. She hadn't had time to type the line on the virtual screen, ‘why what you said is different from what I’m backing’, the brothers and sisters have already started a series of slogans.

"The spring night is worth a thousand dollars!" "It's not as good as Wang Lun's sentiment."

"Yangtian laughed and went out!" "No one knows it's lychee."

"You die before you leave the teacher!" "Don't teach Huma Du Yinshan."

"My grandpa is here to hear my daughter!" "Hang the southeast branch."

"The old man talks about being a teenager crazy!" "A pear blossom presses Begonia."

"Puff!" Wang Xiaomiao suddenly vomited blood, his forehead covered by bangs was already covered with black lines.

Wang Sheng raised his hand and rubbed Wang Xiaomiao's head, and said earnestly: "Read hard, you are still young now, don't worry about cultivating Taoism; if you want to decompress the culture class, this path will definitely not work for the time being, continue. Read more."

Wang Xiaomiao suddenly turned around and threw herself into the arms of the senior sister and sobbed. The senior sister slapped her back sympathetically.

At this moment, a few spiritual senses swept through, and Wang Sheng coughed dryly and said: "The elders of Jianzong are coming over, stop making trouble, pay attention to the image."

"Oh!" Wang Xiaomiao promised, returning to normal in an instant, holding her senior sister's hand, and honestly following her elder brother.

Soon, there was a loud laugh in the air, and the familiar round-faced Taoist was still in the distance shouting:

"Flying donkey! Bah! Non-language, non-language! You can be regarded as looking forward to you! Come and give pointers to the swordsman disciples to repair their swords!"

Wang Sheng laughed and waited quietly for several Jianzong elders to fall. Seeing Fei's red face and round body, he knew that his practice life over the years was quite moist.

"I have seen Dao Master Fei," Wang Sheng said, and then he was winked by Fei's arm.

Fei Mianzi asked in a voice: "Here you are to post a wedding invitation? When? How many tables do you move?

Do you need Jianzong's help? You are the elder of our sword sect at any rate, and you and Buyu Fairy are both masters of the younger generation. In the future, this marriage should not be rash! "

Wang Daochang couldn't help holding his forehead with one hand, although he knew that Fei Miaozi was deliberately joking, he still couldn't help it.

Wang Sheng said hurriedly: "I came to Jianzong this time because my little sister has long admired the swordsmanship and wants to come to Jianzong to learn the swordsmanship."

"Oh?" Fei Miaozi looked at Wang Xiaomiao, who immediately raised his chest and showed his good spirits.

Although she can't compare her face with the senior and eldest sisters, Xiao Miao is determined not to be ashamed of her elder brother in terms of her temperament and lack of respect.

Fei Jiezi smiled and said: "We can trust you, Feiyu, you teach your own sister, just call us and tell us, why bother to go there in person?"

Wang Sheng remembered an interesting event back then, and said with a smile: "Isn't this still coming to taste the Lingquan tea of ​​Dajianshan, by the way, bring Xiaomiao over to open my eyes."

"Hahaha! Walk around, please inside, please inside!"

Fei Mengzi greeted warmly: "Fairy Silent, don't be restrained. When you get here, you will be at your own home!

We Jianzong will always have a non-verbal room. When you two get married, we will renovate the room into a villa and make a wedding room for you! "

Fei Mianzi waved his hand, and several elders also fell down, following behind them, as if they were afraid that they would run halfway.

Wang Sheng and Fei Zhuzi talked about the changes in Jianzong over the years, and the conversation was very hot;

Wang Xiaomiao looked around curiously at the back. Near the Jianzong Mountain Gate, he could see more and more of the wonders of Jianzong's arrangement.

Those huge stone swords hanging in the air and bound by a few chains are particularly eye-catching.

When he reached the gate of the mountain, Wang Sheng saw the scene when he came to Jianzong at the beginning of the year. A dozen rows of young disciples lined up neatly.

Seeing Wang Sheng walking, these more than one hundred sword repairmen uttered a shout, and their left hands raised their swords and pointed towards the sky, the flying swords on their backs were unsheathed, and they slashed vertically and horizontally in the air. It neatly demonstrated a few changes in the hundred people's great array of swordsmanship.

Wang Sheng nodded as he watched, and he observed the expression of the senior sister secretly, and found that the senior sister was also thinking a little.

Wang Xiaomiao has small hearts in his eyes, and is already a fan of the strength of these Sword Sect's elder brothers and sisters...

After the sword formation rehearsal, some hot eyes fell on Wang Sheng.

But what disappointed these young cultivators of Sword Sect was that Wang Sheng didn't demonstrate a few swordsmanship or swordsmanship, but started a little cheesy... applause.

In fact, Wang Sheng has always felt that he is a younger generation and dare not be too arrogant.

In the minds of many sword cultivators, he is now comparable to the old celestial master who represents the talisman, the medicine **** valley master who represents the alchemy, and others.

Sword repairing is like Wang Feiyu, a ‘famous saying’ circulated in sword repair circles.

Fei Jiezi said: "Feiyu, you just point and point them, the children are watching, you are an elder, you should be a little bit right when you return to your natal home."

"Pointing..."

Wang Sheng was a little bit embarrassed. In front of the sword sect, the swordsmanship was naturally unusable, so there was a suspicion of making an axe.

The Ziwei Heavenly Sword's forward and backward sword formations are not easy to use. These young disciples have a slightly lower cultivation level, and most of them are not considered the core disciples of Jianzong.

After thinking about it, Wang Sheng untied the inanimate sword from his back and handed it to Wang Xiaomiao, holding his right hand out of thin air, seemingly condensed into a qi sword, but wisps of electric light gathered in the body of the qi sword~ www.readwn.com~ This is the Sword Intent of Heavenly Tribulation. A touch of coercion from the Dao Tianwei made many disciples hold their breath.

Wang Sheng was obviously giving some benefits to these sword sect disciples, but such a pressure was enough to impress many people and confirm each other with his own swordsmanship.

Then, Wang Sheng took a half step forward, seemingly casually displaying a set of basic swordsmanship of Jianzong.

As soon as the move came out, the Sword Sect disciples present were a little puzzled. I don't know why Wang Sheng wanted to use the basic sword skills they could all learn.

But after the three moves, all the Jianzong elders present showed solemn expressions, carefully observing Wang Sheng's movements.

After a dozen tricks, many young swordsmen with good savvy have discovered the kendo principles contained in Wang Sheng's tricks, and they dare not blink their eyes if they get the most precious treasure.

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