The First Sword of the Earth

Entering the restaurant, Wang Sheng coughed without a trace, and an old man in a robe moved forward and bowed to Wang Sheng.

"Elder Pi, what else can you tell me."

Wang Sheng said, "Thank you for giving me a private room to prepare some wine and food."

"Yes, please come with me."

The old man bowed down to ask, and eyes fell from everywhere in the restaurant; but strangely, these eyes fell on Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan, and the old man behind Wang Daochang was like air.

Naturally, Wang Sheng didn't know this, but he seriously suspected that this old man was a master of heaven, and he was also thinking about how to verify this without exposing himself.

With such a mentality, when his eyes fell on the old man again, Wang Sheng suddenly felt some kind of extraordinary and mysterious Taoist rhyme...

‘Golden fairy? Taiyi? Big……'

Yaoyun yelled several times in Wang Sheng's heart, but failed to utter the last word.

Because when she was communicating with Wang Sheng, the old man made a little surprise in his eyes, as if he had discovered Yaoyun's location.

‘Be careful. ’

Yaoyun's thoughts and voices seemed extremely solemn, ‘if it’s good for a friend, if it’s an enemy, this star will be crushed, and I’m afraid it’s just a moment. ’

Wang Sheng was astonished, "Is it so terrible? ’

‘The cultivator above the longevity realm is completely different from the one below the longevity realm. The feeling this person gives me is somewhat similar to that of the emperor back then. ’

Wang Sheng answered from the bottom of his heart, and he didn't regret asking the old man to drink with him. The ‘closeness’ that made him feel a little absurd indeed really existed on this old man.

Going up to the top floor, when he reached the most luxurious elegant room of the restaurant, Wang Sheng also made a gesture of invitation to his side, showing his respect to the old man as much as possible.

The old man in white robe twisted his white beard lightly, took two steps forward, looked at the surrounding environment, and nodded with satisfaction.

There is only one square table on the top floor, and the ground is covered with a soft green blanket. The overall structure is like a pavilion with many enlarged areas. The four pillars are hung with a little curtain, and the view of the city is panoramic.

The old man smiled and said: "I never thought that the little friend is already the nobleman in this city at a young age, hahahaha! Poor Dao just ate and drank!"

Wang Sheng's smile was a bit awkward, and he invited the old man to take a seat first, and then asked the senior sister to sit down, and he sat opposite the old man.

"The predecessors laughed. Where is the noble or not? This place is called Xinghai City, which belongs to Xinghai Gate," Wang Sheng sighed. The door was persecuted, and I desperately went to the Xinghaimen. Now he has only gained the name of the elder."

"The little friend should be no more than a thousand years old. It is not easy to have such a cultivation level and become an elder of a family."

The old man smiled and put the two jugs of wine on the square table, and he punctured the paper that had sealed the wine jar, just about to hand it to Wang Sheng.

Wang laughed and said: "I have to sue the guilty first. The wine I gave to senior just now is indeed a fine wine that can be found here.

But there is another good wine for the younger generation, and perhaps the older generation prefers something more. "

While speaking, Wang Sheng took out two pots of secret brew that had just come from Li Chang.

The old man's eyes lit up immediately, and he was not polite at all. He took the jug, took a sip at the wine mouth, and let out a few satisfying sighs.

This kind of drinking action was a bit inelegant, but this old man did it in this way, but it made people feel quite free and easy and very natural.

That feeling...

As if every movement of the old man contained a wonderful Taoist rhyme, his words and actions were in line with the Tao, and there was a weird feeling of "whatever is just right".

Wang Sheng couldn't help but smiled bitterly, "Senior, your cultivation is so profound, and the younger generation's mind is inadvertently influenced by Senior Daoyun, but before that, you have looked away."

"The eyesight is good," the old man wiped the drops of wine from his beard, and smiled with squinting eyes. "But you want to have a good relationship with the poor road?"

"Naturally," Wang Sheng said, "I just don't know if seniors can tell the title."

"As soon as the name of poor Taoism comes out, it is a disaster, and you don't know that it is better."

As soon as the old man's words fell, a few female cultivators flew over white clouds, placed the delicacies in their respective trays on the table, and leaned back together.

The old man refused to say, Wang Sheng naturally did not dare to ask more, so he raised his glasses to toast, only saying that he would let the old man... eat and drink well.

How can we find out if this old man is a master of heaven?

Wang Sheng's thoughts turned in his heart. He never thought that after a few sips of wine, the old man sighed and asked him first: "What is your name?"

Wang Daochang obviously hesitated for a moment, and said something cautiously: "Non-language."

The old man suddenly squinted his eyes, "Oh? Are you surnamed Wang?"

"How did the predecessors know?" Wang Sheng asked in a bit of surprise.

The old man smiled complacently, lifted his right hand, and shook slightly, and counted with his fingers. "The poor way is a bit arithmetic, um...the poor way counts, if you are Wang Feiyu, then this one It should be the shepherd staying silent, and the two of you, the master, are not saying anything, right?"

Wang Sheng and Senior Sister instantly shocked their faces with the same paragraph.

The old man looked from left to right, and seemed to find it extremely interesting. He took a sip of the fairy wine of the Wahuang clan, sang at the table, and said in his mouth:

"The name of your master is a bit too interesting. You don't say anything, you don't say anything, so why are you so stubborn?"

In the laughter of the old man, Wang Sheng stood up suddenly, his face full of dignity, and handed the senior sister a hand.

Afterwards, Wang Sheng tucked the hem of his Taoist robe and knelt down, shouting: "The Patriarch is here, and my disciple Wang Sheng pays homage!"

Kneeling to the sky, kneeling to the ancestors, teachers, and parents, this is the rule and the Taoist etiquette.

The senior sister continued to be stunned, and the old man's laughter stopped abruptly, frowning at Wang Sheng in front of her.

Why did you just expose the stuff?

The old man didn't evade, but he asked with interest: "Really can be so smart? Get up and talk, how do you see through the poor way?"

"Teacher Qingyanzi has never left his hometown. Junior brother Mo Yu is now even a little monk," Wang Sheng smiled bitterly. "The younger generation doesn't believe in the arithmetic methods that the seniors said.

The only one who knows the name of a young disciple in the Pure Yang Sword Sect, except for the ancestor who had been intimidated during the Sword Sect worship, there will be no others.

And just now when the disciple gave the immortal wine, the ancestor would give the disciple a scripture. This is probably because he wanted to give the disciple a little benefit, and the scent of the ancestor, carefully sensed, is the same way as the disciple. "

"Miao, Miao," the old man said, waving his hand, "Sit down and have a few drinks with me."

"Yes," Wang Sheng was not embarrassed, and sat down cross-legged again, but the senior sister cleverly knelt to the side, took the initiative to stretch out her hand, and began to pour the wine for the grand master.

Is this Junyangko?

The elder sister and brother secretly looked at the same time, the heavenly "prodigal son", who was known as handsome and unrestrained, is now gray-haired with a face of vicissitudes. Although he can vaguely see the handsome and elegant beauty, he still carries a little at this moment. Frustrated and depressed.

At this time, Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan realized that they had obviously seen this face several times, and the Patriarch’s "Smile and Smile" hadn't been noticed before!

The old man drank a few glasses of wine, took out the scripture in his sleeve, and handed it to Wang Sheng. He smiled and said, "Among the disciples and grandchildren of the poor, your Pure Sun Avenue is the most exquisite. This is a reward for you. .

Take a good look, if you can understand the profound inside, you can be famous in the endless starry sky in the future and become a master of one party! "

Wang Sheng showed a cautious face, took the scripture with both hands, and was taken aback when he looked down, then opened a few...

This turned out to be!

"Seven Stars Sword Formation" is the same style that I have practiced since the beginning, and the formulas and moves are exactly the same.

This undoubtedly proves the identity of the old man, and the doubts in Wang Sheng's heart have completely dissipated;

After all, what is contained in this is the real Dao inheritance of the Great Emperor Ziwei, but not everyone can get it.

"Patriarch," Wang Sheng smiled awkwardly, his left hand opened with five fingers, and a sword rang from his palm. Numerous stars condensed into a sword shadow, which gently rotated with the sword shadow, as if an endless starry sky was slowly stretching.

Chunyangzi was also startled, "Where did you learn it from? It shouldn't be, the emperor seemed to be entrusted to the poor Dao."

Wang Sheng said: "When the disciple started, the master had already taught it to the disciple."

"So that's the case, it's too old to be confused," Chun Yangzi laughed for a while, took the Seven Star Sword Array back, and found out another scripture.

"Pure Yang Real Solution"!

Wang Sheng hurriedly took the scripture, opened his eyes and found that it was a deeper extension on the basis of "Pure Yang Xian Jue"...

"Thank you Patriarch!"

"You little slippery, I gave you Xianfa and even opened the prior inspection!"

Wang Sheng smiled awkwardly, "It is always necessary to know what Patriarch you have given...The disciples take the liberty of asking an old friend of Patriarch's old friend to meet Patriarch?"

"Oh?" Chunyangzi's complexion suddenly became serious, and there was an incense burner in his hand, placed in the center of the square table, a touch of invisible fluctuations wrapped around the square table.

This is by no means a simple formation, it actually seems to have jumped out of the Three Realms and not entered into the Five Elements.

No matter how much the conversation is going on, it will not leave any traces in the avenue.

Chunyangzi said, "Where is the old friend?"

"It's here," Wang Sheng held out the Spiritless Sword in his hand, surrounded by fairy light, turning into Yaoyun in a long skirt, staring at the gray-haired old man with complicated eyes.

Chunyangzi's face was a little shaken, and he almost blurted out: "Thirteen?"

"Yeah," Yaoyun slowly knelt down and sighed softly, completely exhausting the sourness in his heart.

People in the past have white hair, and things are wrong. There is no more suffering in the world than this.

"How did you become like this? Turned into a sword?"

"Is that bad?" Yao Yun said calmly, "I can live at least. I am already a remnant soul, but now I can sit here and meet my acquaintance."

Looking at Yaoyun's attitude at this time, it is obvious that he said that he couldn't see Chunyangzi before, and it was not a fake.

"It's also right~www.readwn.com~ It's good to be alive," Chunyangzi drank the wine in the glass, and the senior sister next to her hurriedly poured the wine.

But Yao Yun frowned and said, "Huaqing and your junior and brother change seats, you are a dignified spirit, how can you do things like pour wine and food?"

The elder sister suddenly hesitated, and Chunyangzi said in a stupefied manner: "Hua Qing? This is the Muhua goddess Hua Qing?"

"Naturally," Yao Yun's eyes were full of bitterness, "It's just that Hua Qing was damaged too badly when he was reincarnated, and now he has no memory of his previous life, just feel it carefully."

"This, really! But it's the negligence of the poor way, how offended it is."

Chunyangzi arched his hands to Mu Wanxuan again, and then chuckled again.

"It's also a romance. The goddess who was also admired by Peng Dao back then, unexpectedly became Peng Dao's great-grandson."

Yaoyun snorted softly, but Senior Sister was a little at a loss; instead, Wang Sheng quickly got up, changed seats with Senior Sister, and poured wine with a smile on the three old heavenly bosses.

Then, Chunyangzi looked up and down Wang Sheng a few times.

Taking the Tianting Princess as the sword, accompanied by the Muhua goddess in the past, gaining the inheritance of her own pure sun celestial power and the Ziwei Emperor, it seems that her own blood has also undergone inexplicable changes...

Chunyangzi's expression was a little weird, and she frowned and asked, "Which deceased is this? Could my Chunyang pulse hit the Grand Fortune?"

"He has nothing to do with the Heavenly Court," Yao Yun said calmly, "Can I bother you with something?"

"Thirteen, what are you talking about, and what is your order," Chunyangzi sighed, "Back then I promised your Seventh Sister and Nine Sisters to take good care of you. pity."

The corner of Yaoyun's mouth curled, "There is an immortal gate here named Tianfeng, which insults my heavenly court and deceives your disciple and grandson. Just go and kill him and come back for a drink."

Tianfeng?

Chunyangzi pinched and calculated, but she was dumb.