The First Sword of the Earth

The closer you are to Wudang Mountain, the farther you are from your hometown.

After exiting the high-speed railway station, I transferred to the train and went back to the gate of Wudang Mountain. The small buildings and alleys in the towns below the mountain gradually fell behind, and a strong aura rushed over my face.

Mu Wanxuan was still looking out the window, with the same expression as when she was going down the mountain before, but she was full of anticipation when she left, and she is still full of anticipation now.

It should be looking forward to going down the mountain next time.

The senior sister had a problem with her verbal expression, and Wang Sheng couldn't directly ask her how she felt about this trip to Maoshan and his hometown, but it could be seen that the senior sister was very happy, at least she didn't feel uncomfortable.

Finding the true words of seeking immortals and cultivating the Tao, finding freedom in the immortal family.

The word 'comfortable' is a bit more petty than the word 'Xiaoyao', but it also has a special charm.

When going up the mountain, Wang Sheng found that there were more people who took the initiative to greet him.

Zhou Yinglong, Zhao Zhao, Meng Hong and Hao Ling spread the limelight that he and his senior sister made at the Maoshan Daoshu exchange meeting on the mountain that day.

After all, communication is more convenient now, and Wudang Mountain also has several exchange groups for disciples of the same sect, and the message transmission is so fast...

Nowadays, all the Taoist temples in the mountains and the places of practice everywhere know that Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan, the senior sister and brother, have a high level of cultivation.

Wang Sheng's transparent sword heart and seven-star sword intent, Mu Wanxuan's Liangyi Dao rhyme, and the state of conceiving a fetus, no one should be underestimated. They are already the 'leaders' of the younger generation of disciples in the Wudang Mountains.

Along the way, there were always people saying hello to him, and Wang Sheng would always nod with a smile, but he did not exchange greetings, nor did he show a cold face.

In the past few years when he was in gangs, he often received the look of some "superior". Wang Sheng didn't want to become the kind of monk he hated.

In front of the courtyard, Qing Yanzi stood with his hands behind his back, as if he already knew when the two of them would return.

Seeing Master, both Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan couldn't help quickening their pace.

The mountain road should have been cleaned, and some gaps that had been in disrepair for a long time also showed traces of new filling. It should be arranged by Li Shiwu, the deputy head in charge of foreign affairs.

"Master!"

"Um!"

"You two, didn't this trip to Maoshan let you keep a low profile?"

Qing Yanzi kept a straight face, and when Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan looked at each other, each feeling a little apprehensive, the Void Core Realm boss smiled again.

Hearing the gentle voice of the silent elder:

"You have done a good job. Although we are living in Wudang Mountain as guests and do not belong to the Daoist lineage of Emperor Zhenwu, we are still monks in Wudang Mountain.

You did not embarrass Master this time, but you need to return to your mind as soon as possible and continue to practice in the mountains with peace of mind.

The world is very big, and there are countless people, even if you are a teacher, you don't dare to be arrogant. You two, don't underestimate the Taoism in the world because of your momentary complacency. "

Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan tacitly bowed their heads in agreement, naturally keeping Master's warning in their hearts.

Qing Yanzi smiled and waved his hands, "Let's go and have a look, Junior Brother Li sent some things yesterday, and there are two good items in them, which can be regarded as a reward for you two for this trip. As a teacher, I have to go to the Taihe Palace to discuss matters, I'll bring you dinner tonight."

After saying that, Qing Yanzi floated away with his hands behind his back, and he took a step, as if he was going to ride the wind back.

"It's only been a few days, why do you feel that Master is about to break through again?"

Wang Sheng muttered something in a low voice, and Mu Wanxuan nodded approvingly.

Qing Yanzi's accumulation is not inferior to that of the old Taoists in the mountains, and his Taoism and understanding are even higher than the living monks of the older generation; at this time, the rapid advancement of Taoism to a state of terror is not abnormal, but normal .

Glancing at each other with the senior sister, for some reason, both of them laughed lightly, carrying their respective suitcases, pushed open the gate of the courtyard that had been completely new, and went to the north room excitedly.

There were several things on the table, and the first thing Wang Sheng saw was the long sword with sheath.

He is also a lover of swords,

I also know that the master has always asked him to use wooden swords and blunt swords to practice swords, but now he saw a sword exuding a faint aura, and he really couldn't bear it.

Raising his hand, brushing his fingers over the scabbard made of hard leather, Wang Sheng seemed to hear a sword cry.

This is by no means a long sword made by ordinary craftsmen.

Compared with his original Tai Chi sword for square dancing, the hilt of this long sword is slightly wider, but the blade is narrower, which seems to be modeled after the ancient swords of the pre-Qin period.

He picked up the long sword, but it was heavier than Wang Sheng thought, holding the hilt with his right hand, the urge to pull out the sword turned into a little bit of reluctance.

He is afraid that he will be disappointed.

I was afraid that if I had too high expectations for this sword heart, I would be disappointed when I saw its whole picture.

At this time, we can only believe in the background of Wudang Mountain.

The senior sister, who was holding two antique emerald skirts and gesticulating, also looked at the sword with some curiosity.

Taking a deep breath, Wang Sheng slowly pulled the long sword out of the scabbard, and the sound made when the blade rubbed against the inner liner of the scabbard was not ear-piercing at all.

The sword body is full of light, its blade is as thin as a cicada's wing, there is a shallow blood groove in the center of the sword body, but there seems to be water waves rippling on the sword surface.

That is the vitality of heaven and earth wrapped around this sword.

Near Jiantong, there are two small ancient characters. Wang Sheng read it lightly, but it was the word 'Wen Yuan'.

Cautiously injected a stream of true energy, but felt that there was no hindrance in injecting the true energy into it, and when this stream returned to the meridians in the palm of his hand, it felt a little bit colder and colder.

Jianyuan?

This should be regarded as a magic weapon.

Although it is not as mysterious as Liu Yunzhi's gold-threaded jade coat, or Shi Qianzhang's piece of crescent black jade, this ancient sword named Wen Yuan should be a weapon specially made for sword repairers.

Slowly increase the injection of true energy, the long sword hummed, and the waves on the sword rippled.

But soon, Wang Sheng felt that the sword had reached a certain limit, and injecting true essence would cause damage to the sword.

There was a sigh in my heart, and then a chuckle.

Sigh, it is naturally because although this sword is stronger than Fantie, but its strength is always limited.

It is suitable to be used in the concentration of the gods and the formation of the fetus, but after the cultivation level is advanced, this sword cannot exert its own cultivation level.

Fu Er laughed again, but Wang Sheng felt much more relaxed.

If Uncle Li Shiwu really brought him the magic weapon at the bottom of the Wudang mountain pressure box, then he really owed Wudang Taoism a favor.

The debt of favor is the most difficult to repay, and it is the same for monks.

Although this sword is a treasure, it is not the best. As a reward for my trip to Maoshan, it is justified.

"Senior sister, look," Wang Sheng handed the sword to his senior sister, and Mu Wanxuan put away the dress she was holding in her hand, and took the sword carefully.

"Um……"

Mu Wanxuan groaned softly, then slid her finger across the blood groove on the blade, and then shook her head slightly at Wang Sheng.

She was saying, let Wang Sheng not be affected by this sword.

"Just don't worry, I won't deliberately use it to kill."

Mu Wanxuan took the sword back, Wang Sheng put away the ancient sword, and picked up the two small black lacquered books that were pressed under the sword just now.

When you open it, you can see that there are one-inch ID photos of Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan on it, recording age, Taoist age, nominal Taoist temple, and mastery of Taoism.

This is the Taoist certificate of the two of them.

Wang Sheng's Taoist age is three years, and senior sister's is fifteen years. It should be counted from the time when senior sister started to understand and remember things. After all, no one can understand what it means to practice Taoism after birth.

And Mu Wanxuan took out another jade pendant under those antique skirts, held it in front of her for a while, and handed it to Wang Sheng with a smile.

"Nah."

"Senior sister, this sword is for me, and the jade pendant is naturally for you."

Mu Wanxuan shook her head slightly, and stubbornly pressed the jade pendant into Wang Sheng's hand, then swipe her finger on the phone, and handed the screen to Wang Sheng.

"Labor and capital are invincible in the world, number one in the universe"

The implication is that she won't need this jade pendant, which has the effect of calming the mind and calming the soul, for her junior to wear it.

After all, Wang Sheng is also principled, this senior sister, it is too late to take care of her by himself, so how can he take the benefits she deserves.

This side insisted on giving, but this side insisted on not accepting it. As a result, after a few minutes, the senior sister looked at Wang Sheng with some aggrieved eyes.

Those autumn eyes were almost misty, and Wang Sheng was suddenly at a loss.

"Senior sister, don't worry..."

"Give."

"Then, wait for me for a while."

Wang Sheng turned around and went to the back room, and came out holding a long box after a while.

"Originally, I wanted to wait for the birthday of the senior sister as a gift for the senior sister. Now take it out first. If you want to give me something, the senior sister, you have to accept it from me."

Mu Wanxuan blinked, carried the long box over, opened it curiously, and found an emerald green jade flute inside.

"It's just a vulgar thing, not a magic weapon, but I think it looks pretty. I bought it online before..."

Wang Sheng smiled embarrassingly, and Mu Wanxuan was already full of joy holding the jade flute in her arms and gently stroking it, she really liked it.

The jade pendant was eventually given to Wang Sheng by the senior sister.

Holding it in your hand, you can feel a ray of cool breath lingering in your heart. If you wear it during practice, it can help people get rid of distracting thoughts and quickly enter meditation.

This shouldn't be considered a magic weapon, it's just a piece of jade with vitality and high quality.

Woo--

Woohoo!

There was a sudden noise from the side, and Mu Wanxuan was already sitting on the kang, trying to make the jade flute sound.

Wang Sheng looked at it for a while, shook his head and chuckled, and went back to the back room with the suitcase to pack it.

Not long after, Wang Sheng, who had changed back to his usual big pants and short-sleeved flip-flops, jumped to the roof cornice again, and meditated in his own exclusive place.

Of course, there would inevitably be a piece of wood under his buttocks, after all, he was only a flesh and blood body in the late stage of God Concentration Realm, and his buttocks were also soft.

But today, beside him is an ancient sword with a sheath, and a jade pendant is hung on the sword of the ancient sword.

Mu Wanxuan also changed into loose exercise clothes, and meditated with her eyes closed in the forest not far from the courtyard gate. The jade flute was beside her, wisps of vitality lingering on it, being slowly nourished by Mu Wanxuan .

In the evening, there was intermittent flute sound in the forest, and Wang Sheng practiced with a sword in the open space in front of the courtyard.

Although it is not a melody, but the sound of the flute hits the ears, it is very mellow and soft.

After a while, Wang Sheng stood on a boulder, looking at the colorful clouds of the Western Mountains, his eyes revealed a faint thought, he was thinking about how he, his senior sister and his master should go in the future.

Taoism pays attention to law, wealth and land, and the word "wealth" is indispensable.

The Dao inheritance of the master's school has no hilltop, let alone a deep foundation, and only a small bronze box is passed down from the ancestor.

The master is used to Qingxiu, and the senior sister is not familiar with world affairs, but I have to think for the master.

Tsk, I suddenly have a sense of pride that I am the little pillar of the family...

Wang Sheng flicked the scabbard beside him, his long hair in a simple bundle was blown by the evening wind, his slender figure did not look rough at all, and he continued to look at the sunset in the distance.