The First Sword of the Earth

Quietly in the Taoist Temple, Wang Sheng stood there in the same posture for an unknown length of time, and Mu Wanxuan, who was sitting outside the temple gate, also fell into a state of contemplation and enlightenment.

Gradually, Wang Sheng's breath began to rise slightly, but the rise was very weak, and it did not disturb the senior sister outside the hall.

I don’t know when or how long it has passed. Wang Sheng’s breath stopped rising and gradually recovered stability. A soft hum from his body was like fingertips touching the strings of a piano, and his body and thoughts turned to himself, and a murky breath fell from his body. Dantian gathered, sinking with Dao's body, and then...

puff.

Wang Daochang opened his eyes immediately, and looked left and right, and there seemed to be no one around him. He sprinkled pieces of pure yang mana and enveloped the turbid air, his complexion was slightly embarrassed.

This enlightenment allowed Wang Shengxiu to take a small step forward, and in a relatively short period of time, he broke through into the middle stage of the reborn stage.

The reborn state is originally the process of Yuanying's transformation towards the soul, the oath of the physical body and the mortal body to the fairy body. It is a process of sublimation and metamorphosis. It suddenly breaks through and discharges a little bit of the stale gas that the Taoist body eliminated. 'It's normal.

It is definitely not a gastrointestinal discomfort!

Looking at the senior sister who was meditating at the entrance, Daochang Wang quietly brought the stale air to a small window in the Taoist Temple, floated out without a sound, and dispersed the stale air in the mountains and forests.

Turning out from behind the Taoist Temple, Wang Sheng was also ‘startled’ by the sight in front of him.

Did he have an epiphany for a year and a half?

I took out my phone and looked at the time. Nine days have passed, and there are still two days before the sword pie’s "Ribbon Cutting Ceremony". Why...

Wang Sheng flew into the air lightly, hanging in the air for tens of meters.

Upon entering the eye, there is a small bamboo forest in front of the Taoist Temple, and the clouds and mist in the bamboo forest are obviously lost.

Looking over this bamboo forest, there are many more decorations around the main hall. Behind the hall is a group of stone sculptures of ‘eight immortals’, which are the ‘official matching groups’ of the ancestor, each stone sculpture is lifelike and has its own characteristics.

Tieguai Li resting in the shade of the tree, Lan Caihe, a delicate young boy carrying bluegrass, Xiangu He, a fairy staring into the distance, and Han Xiangzi, who is playing a flute next to Chun Yangzi...

Each stone sculpture is made according to the veins and trends of the original stone, giving people a sense of naturalness and should be very precious.

And around the stone sculptures of the Eight Immortals, there is an additional leisure courtyard, a fake scene made of strange stones, and a clear pool that resembles a Tai Chi picture. There are also a few koi with a little spirituality swimming in the pool.

Is such a view arranged by Master and the others in ten days?

Not only is the huge stone sword standing in the center of the square in front of the hall, it is really...a little cheesy, but it's also a deduction.

They are the sword sect. Their main focus is sword moves. It is normal to have a stone sword more than ten meters high in the center of the square.

There are more flower garden bonsai around the square, which are planted with ornamental plants, which are a bit like those commonly used in urban greening, but they can be integrated with the mountain scenery.

There are also many branches of plum trees on the west side of the main hall. With the help of the surrounding formation and the strong vitality, these branches have already drawn out the shoots at this time.

-A monk who grows flowers can completely ignore the natural growth laws.

In time, the west side of the main hall should be half-mountain plum blossoms, and in the depths of the plum blossoms are several elegant attics.

Wang Sheng's spiritual consciousness swept over, and the attic on the far left should be Xilian's ‘boudoir’. It was shrouded in formations, and he couldn’t enter it.

On the side is the small building where Xiao Miao and Chi Wen live. They can also take care of them when they live together, so that one person will not be too lonely.

The residence of Uncle Jingyun is more secret, and the two small buildings left are empty, which should be reserved for future female disciples.

Compared with the scene on the west side, the east side of the main hall is more ‘practical’.

There is a ‘thatched cottage’ with only eight pillars that is open on all sides. The surrounding area is covered with two rows of low tables and futons, which seem to be used for teaching.

Of course, this may also be a canteen.

Behind the thatched cottage was a level ground, with a layer of formation restrictions buried underground, and a weapon rack was placed in the corner with more than a dozen ancient swords placed on it.

This should be the supporting facility of the canteen. New students have dinner, don’t there be a place for walking and eating?

Wang Sheng suddenly squinted his eyes with a smile, and his figure slowly fell.

There are two rows of houses in the distance of the thatched cottage. They are also exquisitely constructed. They should be prepared for male disciples. However, the number of houses has reached more than ten. It may be considered that the residence will be recruited in the future.

And near the Taoist Temple, it can be swept by spiritual sense, and there are three attics built on the edge of the cliff, the master's breath is in the tallest one, and two are unused.

It should be prepared for myself and sister...

Although Wang Daochang wanted to say'one is enough', in front of the master, he still can't be too presumptuous.

Falling in front of the cottage, feeling the breeze coming slowly, watching the details of the layout everywhere.

Seeing a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone on a low table, Wang Sheng couldn't help but walk over, lowered his head and saw two lines of brush writing crookedly written on the paper.

There were still a few of them on the mountain at this time, and the monk Huai Jing was not here either. He should have gone back to Tianlong Temple when he saw that he was not alive.

Master, Sister, and Uncle all have beautiful calligraphy, not to mention Xi Lian. Back then, Zen Master Santong not only taught her practice, but also taught her piano, chess, calligraphy, and calligraphy. The writing could not be so ugly.

Junior sister Chi Wen has also practiced for many years, and she already has the temperament of Senior Uncle Jingyun at six or seven points.

Looking at this handwriting, except for classmate Wang Xiaomiao who is not accustomed to writing with a brush, there will be no one else.

However, although this word is a bit ugly, it can be clearly seen...

"Snobbish acquaintances are difficult to travel far. The scholars know each other, if the warmth does not increase the flower, and the cold does not change the leaves, they can survive all the time, and the adventures will be strengthened."

Wang Sheng read it again, then blinked. Isn't this a sentence in an essay by Zhuge Kongming?

Xiao Miao's reading volume is good.

Out of interest, Wang Daochang also sat down cross-legged, rolled his sleeves and rubbed his sleeves, and after thinking about it, he picked up his pen and started a new line, and wrote a famous aphorism that contains the ultimate meaning of life:

'study hard, improve every day. ’

Then I finished writing with satisfaction, admiring my masterpiece.

This kind of idleness, sitting in an empty courtyard, is also a special mood...

At this moment, Wang Sheng's spiritual consciousness noticed the figure of the sister who was slowly flying over, and he took up his pen again. He wanted to hold two Tibetan poems with the name of the sister, but after working hard for a while, he only wrote'Wan Xuan' horizontally. Two words.

Before he could say anything, the senior sister had already arrived behind her. She leaned over Wang Sheng's shoulders with her slender jade hands and wrapped his arms around his neck. She knelt down on the futon and placed her chin gently on Wang Sheng's shoulders, looking at the pen and ink on the paper.

Turning his head and staring at her, each chuckled slightly.

The mountain breeze came slowly, blowing a few curtains, and also lifting up her soft blue silk;

Birds were singing from far and near, and Wang Sheng wrote a few poems with his pen, and he was intoxicated by it unconsciously.

In the open window of the attic behind the mountain, Qing Yanzi, who had changed into a loose robe, stood with his hands behind him, watching this scene in the cottage from a distance, and couldn't help but smile a little.

The big apprentice and the two apprentices came together, and when the master was a master, I felt two big characters from the bottom of my heart-rest assured.

Very relieved.

This master originally wanted to match the pair of elder brothers and sisters, but in fact it was more out of trust in the character of the two apprentices, thinking that his major apprentice was easy to be deceived and had no social skills;

Later, the more I watched, the more I felt that my two apprentices were more compatible.

The big apprentice has strong aptitude and good understanding, and the two apprentices endure hardships and are willing to work hard. Looking at the young talents in the monastic world, they are both quite brilliant generations.

If you can form a Taoist couple in this way, you will really realize your regret back then...

Qingyanzi yawned, and the arrangement and labor of the days made him quite exhausted, but at last it has already been arranged like a look. In the future, when there are more disciples of the disciples, he will be repaired a little bit.

After that, Qing Yanzi remembered the luck that she had mentioned on the day when she was surprised.

Thinking of the alarmed warning, Qing Yanzi couldn't help but frown, and the frown deepened.

The theory of luck is too illusory, and if the luck of the two apprentices cannot be concealed, it may be the bane of Xiaosheng in the future.

There are some things that you can take but not life; this kind of luck, if you have a high level of cultivation, it is a good thing, but at this time it is dangerous.

However, I couldn't use such a reason to force Xiao Sheng to stay on the earth to practice.

Qing Yanzi still clearly remembered how bright his eyes were when Wang Sheng pointed at the starry sky...

To be a master, isn't it about worrying about the apprentice?

When the opening ceremony was over, I went to search for ancient books to see if there was any way to hide my luck.

Of course, luck is hard to come by, and you cannot destroy it by yourself; as long as you temporarily cover up this luck and avoid observing it through the way of looking at it, these problems will naturally be solved.

"Master Patriarch doesn't know whether it's life or death. If you can get some guidance from the Patriarch's dream, you might be able to save a lot of worry."

Qing Yanzi slowly shook his head, then yawned, untied his robe, and went to sleep on the wooden bed.

Unfortunately, it goes without saying that the Taoist master did not dream, let alone the patriarch's dream.

The day before the ceremony began, Qing Yanzi had a good rest, went out of the attic, and summoned the first members of the Pure Sun Sword Sect to discuss tomorrow's events.

At this time, the composition of the Pure Sun Sword Sect is:

There are three people in the same line, Qing Yanzi, Mu Wanxuan, and Wang Sheng;

Two people who are not preachers, Jingyun and Chi Wen;

Two honorary elders: Fox Half Immortal Xilian, and Tianxian's personal biography Wang Xiaomiao.

"I plan to recruit four more people, one handyman, and one cook before accepting apprentices."

Qing Yanzi said: "Nowadays, there are hundreds of casual cultivators gathered outside the mountain gate and under the mountain. Today's task is to get these things done.

Xiao Sheng, Senior Xi Lian, you are the highest cultivation base of our Sword Sect, and the task of recruiting people is left to you.

Junior sister, Xiaowen, you two are responsible for recruiting a handyman.

The condition that the doorman can give is equal to the treatment of the official disciple in the door every month, can receive spiritual stones, pill, talisman, magical equipment, and some non-consecrated spells can be repaired, and the handyman's treatment is only half of the doorman.

The daily task is to patrol the mountains, if there are foreign enemies to fight together.

If there is a legacy of wandering who wants to depend on us, if there are only two or three people, let them come and talk to us. "

Wang Sheng nodded his head and agreed. Compared with other schools, their Pure Yang Sword Sect had just started Shan Li Sect, and the conditions they had given to the ‘men’s’ were very good. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

It's just that the number of places is a little bit less.

Wang Xiaomiao raised his hand and said, "Head! Does the chef have any requirements?"

"The cooking is delicious, it is best to have a few more kinds of cuisines, it is not important to have the cultivation base, but also pay attention to some character and appearance."

Mu Wanxuan immediately gave her a thumbs up.

"Okay," Qing Yanzi smiled, "From now on we will practice in this sword school, not just disciples, but you and I also have to obey the rules...erh."

While speaking, Qing Yanzi's forehead hung a few black lines, and silently covered his eyes.

"What's the matter with Master? Is it suddenly uncomfortable?" Wang Sheng asked with some worry.

"No, as a teacher, I forgot to consider the rules..."

Several people looked at each other, and their foreheads hung up to a black line.

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