The First Sword of the Earth

　　‘Now that the vitality on the earth is back, why only monks can practice? But we can only be ordinary people like before? ’

　　‘These are the conspiracies of the decent mountains! It is said that ordinary people cannot practice, and there are so many people in Dahua country, and there are less than 1% of people who can practice? Even if you don't have the talent, can it be prolonged, disease-free and disaster-free, can't it? ’

　　‘If we don’t stand up and fight against this, and go on in a muddle-headed manner, will our parents, brothers and sisters, and future children have to rely on the mercy of these monks to survive? ’

　　‘Yes, we must stand up! ’

　　’Everyone is qualified to practice! Why should the cultivation techniques and resources be occupied by those big sects! ’

　　...

　　 Holding the phone, Wang Sheng read the contents one by one, but his heart was calm.

　　 Obviously someone is fanning the flames, and these chat records are just a few fixed people shouting there, they should be the original members of the Super Spirit Society.

　　 Although college students are more likely to fool around than social people, now that the information is so advanced, you just want to make trouble with a few words. It’s like watching too many costume TV shows.

　　 The snack street they were going to was not far from Shen Qianlin's school. They were almost there, and Wang Sheng returned the phone to the senior sister.

　　Wang Sheng asked: "These people were interviewed by their teacher?"

　　 "How do you know?" Shen Xilin blinked, "I heard from my classmates that one of them was notified to their parents because of attitude issues and almost suspended school."

Wang Sheng said positively: "The head of the club is not so stupid that he can instigate students. If these people are premeditated, they should be diverting the attention of the police. If they were not premeditated, they really have this Resentment."

　　 This kind of anti-monk sentiment is actually familiar to Wang Sheng.

　　 "Oh?" Jingyun said by the side, "Can you let me take a look."

　　 Shen Qianlin quickly sent her phone back.

　　 Until they got out of the car, Jingyun's long eyebrows were gently frowning;

　　 When they arrived at the hot pot restaurant where they were eating, Taoist Jingyun returned the phone to Shen Qianlin, but he sighed softly without saying much.

　　 Their goal today is a well-known local hot pot restaurant; the waiter who greeted the guests in front of the door saw Wang Sheng dressed in Taoist robe and couldn't help but look at it a few more times, but there was not much surprise in his eyes.

　　 Wang Sheng entered the hot pot restaurant and took a look... Hey, there are really a lot of foodies in the same way.

　　 Looking to the right, three dignified Kun Dao are chatting about the food;

　　 Looking to the left, seven or eight Taoist chiefs are pulling their sleeves in the corner of the lobby to fish for vegetables in the big mandarin duck pot, and what they eat is full of enthusiasm.

　　 It can also be seen from this that how many monks attracted by "The Secret Urn of the Heavenly Master" have gathered here.

　　 "Of the three, are you three?"

　　 Shen Qianlin responded: "Yes, please help us find a quieter location, sorry for the trouble."

　　 "Please, please, there are seats on the second floor..."

　　 Wang Sheng could feel a few prying spiritual thoughts, but he just hid the cultivation base, and didn't take care of it.

　　 More spiritual thoughts were investigating the details of Taoist Jingyun. When they got to the second floor, Wang Sheng’s spiritual thoughts also caught a few whispers.

　　 "Isn't this the young sword repairer in Wudang Mountain?"

　　 "Who is this Kun Dao? Does anyone know? Poor Dao can't see through her."

　　 "Don't ask, I'm afraid it's a master above the fetal birth stage, and don't offend her."

　　 "The Immeasurable Heavenly Sovereign, have all the cultivators of the Void Pill Realm show up? This muddy water is getting more and more muddy..."

　　 "Eating vegetables and vegetables, this red and white pot tastes quite good, and the dunya also has the benefits of the dunya."

　　Wang Sheng retracted Lingnian, and after the uncle was seated, he sat beside him and smiled at Shen Qianlin.

　　 Wang Sheng said: "Senior sister, please have more of what you like. I'll take it for you."

　　Shen Qianlin blinked and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you say that I would invite you to dinner? You meditate on the mountain...can you make money?"

"Why can't you? Help people do things to drive away ghosts, and the income is pretty good," Wang Daochang waved his hand. "Let go of the stomach and eat. If you can eat tonight, I will go and ask me to help. Those guys are reimbursed."

　　 Jingyun also smiled softly, watching Wang Sheng's eyes with a bit of elder love.

　　 Jingyun said, "It would be nice if you can be so lively in Non-Speaking."

　　 "Are there?" Wang Sheng smiled a little embarrassingly.

　　 People who have lived for more than 30 years in the two lifetimes combined, and one day when people say they are lively.

　　 Fortunately, it is not the word ‘cute’.

　　 This hot pot meal was really good. It was the only delicacy since Wang Sheng went to the mountain to practice the Taoism; after eating, Daoist Jingyun couldn't help but open the meat.

　　 When they came out of the hot pot restaurant, it was just after eight o'clock. Wang Sheng suggested walking on the snack street, and the senior sister naturally agreed.

　　Jingyun Taoist Master seemed to see something in Shen Xilin, and he took the initiative to speak: "I see there is a tea room over there, go sit in it, you two young people go for a stroll."

　　 "Uncle Master, that place is not for tea..."

　　Wang Sheng just wanted to call to live with his uncle, but the uncle has drifted away.

　　 Jingyun seemed to be walking unhappy, but in fact took a few steps, and they were separated by a lot of pedestrians, and appeared more than ten meters away.

　　 Even, she did not arouse the attention of the pedestrians around her at all, as if she was dissolving in the traffic of street scenes.

　　 Shen Qianlin widened her eyes, and was shocked by the gentle eldest sister who was still picking vegetables for herself while eating.

Wang Sheng's extended hand could only be retracted. He watched Master Jingyun enter the bar with the word'tea' hanging in his mind. He couldn't help but imagine that the fairy master would see the situation in the bar. What's the expression...

　　 However, the two of them waited for a while, Taoist Jingyun did not come out, and seemed quite satisfied with the environment inside.

　　 Shen Qianlin only recovered, and exclaimed in a low voice: "Your uncle is so amazing, there are so many people on the street, she went so far in a few steps..."

　　 "This is an expert," Wang Sheng replied with a smile, and raised the sword in his hand, "Just go around, maybe I can rest for a long time."

　　 "Did something happen here again?"

　　 Shen Qianlin glanced at the several young monks who walked by. They were dressed almost like Wang Sheng, all dressed in Taoist robes, but they didn't carry anything in their hands.

　　 "Well, the matter related to the monks is actually not over from the last time," Wang Sheng dissipated his spiritual thoughts and smiled, "Most monks are still foodies, and I have encountered a dozen of them this time."

　　 "Are you going to carry the sword all the time?" Shen Qianlin asked in a low voice, "Don't the monks should have those storage things? It's the universe bag or something, you can swish the things in."

Wang Sheng nodded, and started a serious nonsense: "That's a special match for the great monk, because it is not easy to do so and requires a lot of energy to open a miniature wormhole with Taoism and enter a relatively stable three-dimensional space. "

　　 "Really? Can monasticism have anything to do with physics?"

"Of course it's fake. Now the matter of cultivating Taoism has just resumed. Those seniors haven't figured out how to make storage artifacts. Even if there are a few storage artifacts, most of them are handed down in ancient times. It's too much. It's rarer."

　　 Shen Qianlin rolled her eyes, wanting to complain but didn't know where to start.

　　 Wang Sheng laughed a few times beside him, turned his feet, took out his mobile phone and started to take pictures of the surrounding street scenes.

　　 Although the foodie sister at home can't come here, it's okay to take a few more photos and send them to greedy her.

　　 Shen Qianlin followed Wang Sheng with a small bag, and walked casually on this large-scale food street. Sometimes Wang Sheng said something about the joy of practicing in the mountains, and sometimes Shen Qianlin would talk about the funny things he encountered in school.

　　 The two are just a little far away from each other, otherwise they can really be mistaken for a couple.

　　 When he reached a section with fewer pedestrians and fewer stalls, Wang Sheng looked down at Shen Qianlin's feet, and pointed to a drink stand not far away, “Let’s take a drink and rest here.”

　　 Sitting down on the side of the road, Wang Sheng placed Wen Yuanjian flat in front of him. Lingnian swept the surroundings, but no other monks were found.

　　 Shen Qianlin pointed to Wang Sheng’s sword curiously, and whispered: "Can I see your sword?"

　　 "Well, I opened the cloth on the outside to show you... Have you seen it? How is it? Doesn't it look amazing."

　　 "It's true."

　　 "I can't be fake!"

　　 The two girls in the seat next door didn't know what they had misunderstood. They bowed their heads and settled the bill, and hurried away hand in hand.

　　 Before leaving, there was a girl who couldn't help but voted for Wang Sheng, a little disgusted and a little curious in her eyes...

　　 "Your senior sister and senior uncle are so beautiful," Shen Qianlin adjusted her hair next to her ear, and brought the topic to a range that is not easy to misunderstand.

　　 "Well, they have been practicing in the mountains since they were young," Wang Sheng responded with a smile, took out the phone and looked at the full-screen emoticon that the senior sister replied, and couldn't help but smile.

　　Sure enough, Senior Sister was quite mad at Wang Sheng's teasing.

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　　 "How long will you stay here this time?" Shen Qianlin asked tentatively.

　　 "I'm not sure, it will take about two or three days to see when the matter can be resolved."

　　Wang Sheng put down the phone and sighed, "I thought I would be able to practice peacefully when I went back last time, but I didn't expect to be called to come and run around."

　　 "Is the matter more serious this time? It doesn't matter if you don't leave your sword."

When the waiter on the side finished serving the juice, Wang Sheng lowered his voice and said, "Well, there are good and bad monks. The last time I met two evil cultivators, I suffered without weapons, otherwise things would be much easier. Now this city There is a mixture of fish and dragons, and my ability to fight the enemy without weapons will be reduced by half."

　　 Shen Qianlin frowned slightly and asked: "Are you in a dangerous situation now?"

　　 "Fortunately, there is an uncle, waiting to be free..."

　　Wang Shengzheng was talking about his childhood sweetheart, and he heard a voice from Taoist Jingyun.

　　 "Feiyu came to help me. There is a cultivating desire to harm people in this tea room. Don't let him escape."

　　 Wang Sheng's spirit was shaken, and he looked up at Shen Qianlin, without hesitation, he made a decision right now.

　　 dropped two banknotes casually, Wang Sheng grabbed Wen Yuanjian with his left hand, turned to the table, grabbed Shen Xilin's arm with his right hand and lifted her up.

　　 "Uncle Master is in a situation, please help me in the past!"

"Hey!"

　　 Before Shen Qianlin had time to say anything, Wang Sheng rushed towards the road.

　　 She raised her head to look at his profile, feeling the warm breath that envelops her body, but she couldn't say what she wanted to say, so she could only let the waiter in the beverage shop behind chase him...

　　 "Don't run! You don't have enough money! Two cups total 58! It's still 28, big brother!"