The First Sword of the Earth

The sea breeze was blowing lazily, and the snoring sound from the tip of Wang Dao's long nose perfectly matched the sound of the crashing waves.

The Wuling Sword with its scabbard was inserted beside the reclining chair, and he did what he said, saying he had nothing to do to sleep, so he really fell asleep here.

On the side, Shi Qianzhang simulated a mahjong table with his mobile phone projection, and the three men took Dai'er to start playing mahjong there, and they all became interested.

They are proving with practical actions that as long as Dai'er does not behave inappropriately towards their captain and does not threaten the status of Senior Sister, then they are still very happy to bring her to play together.

After all, Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan walked along the way, and the first impression they give people is that they are childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts, and they even have the epic feat of "being widowed in the underworld for 13 years".

In addition, the senior sister herself is a taciturn little fairy with a weak halo, which can be called a good impression harvester;

Wang Daochang is now starting to walk away from the personal heroism line of hanging sweeping, picking up all kinds of demons and ghosts with a sword, which is already a bit tempting;

At this critical moment, Shi Qianzhang and others subconsciously took the position of senior sisters, seeing every woman who tried to approach Wang Sheng felt a sense of threat...

Probably, this is the legendary 'power of origin'.

"Miss Dai'er, Liu Tong," Liu Yunzhi casually picked up a topic, "Is the light camp completely helpless against the dark camp now?"

"Not really," Dai'er touched a card, and placed it lightly in front of her face, as if she were an old card player.

That is, this fair-skinned, radiant western-faced blond beauty, wearing a cool bikini, sitting on a beach mat, drinking a cold drink, playing mahjong...

There will always be a feeling of "probably this is life".

"Actually, the current weakness is due to the connivance of the dark camp and our own inaction."

Dai'er shook her head for a while, and sighed, "If my parents didn't allow me, I really want to become a Dahua nationality, so I don't care about these things.

Most of the seats in the Council of Light are religious people who insist on their own ideas. In ancient times, they often fought wars, but now they barely stop fighting under the pressure of the dark camp.

To give an inappropriate example, today's light can only linger in some fixed territories...

three.

"

"Fuck," Shi Qianzhang replied with a smile, "Brother Sheng has seriously damaged the top combat power of the dark camp this time, so you light camp won't show it?"

"In the eyes of those old guys, there shouldn't be any difference between the dark camp and the Dahua country's cultivation world." Dai'er twitched the corner of her mouth, and said quietly: "I really want to give Wang Daochang some rewards personally, but Wang Dao The boss doesn't accept it."

Liu Yunzhi nodded with a smile, and said, "Fairies Feiyu and Buyu have deep feelings for each other, which disappoints Miss Dai'er."

"Why don't you consider our Yunzhi?" Huai Jing winked at the side.

Liu Yunzhi smiled awkwardly, but Dai'er looked at Liu Yunzhi generously, and then praised: "If possible, I really want to become...sisters with him... who can take pictures and tweet together."

With a pop, Shi Qianzhang, who was drinking a cold drink, turned his head and took a sip, and Liu Yunzhi's forehead was covered with black lines.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Dai'er quickly explained, "This is a compliment, and it doesn't mean anything else to describe you as beautiful."

Shi Qianzhang laughed so hard that his face twitched. Monk Huai Jing sang "You are so beautiful" casually, and Liu Yunzhi's expression gradually closed.

Dai'er blinked innocently, "Isn't this a compliment in the context of Dahua?"

"It's a compliment, but it's not used on men," Huai Jing explained a few words in Gran dialect, "It's a little different from the secular world's aesthetics. Our monastic world pays attention to the distinction between yin and yang, and male cultivators are most afraid of being called yin." Too much air, the best compliments should be 'masculine', 'handsome', 'handsome'."

Dai'er was stunned, and apologized repeatedly to Liu Yunzhi, and the matter was just like that.

You can't be so fussy with international friends.

Monk Huai Jing smiled and said, "The profoundness of the Dahua language lies in her cultural accumulation over thousands of years, such as this poem.

Silently, I go up to the west building alone, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree is locked in the deep courtyard in autumn.

Do you understand what it means? "

Dai'er snapped her fingers and said proudly, "This is a poem expressing my loneliness and desolation!"

Shi Qianzhang played a card silently, "Five barrels."

"Nonsense!" Huai Jing showed his cards in an instant, "Two, three, four, six, seven, eight, and five match each other, all of them! Pay for it!"

The corner of Dai'er's mouth twitched a few times, and she closed herself instantly.

Several people continued to open a new game, discussing the basic situation of the western practice world.

For the monks in the Great Hua Kingdom, it is normal for the monastic environment to be so stable; but for the foreign practitioners, this kind of peace and stability is simply a utopian dream.

Shi Qianzhang suddenly felt a little emotional, and asked in a low voice, "Miss Dai'er, did Shelley really betray your family?"

Sadness was written on Dai'er's face, "I don't know why this happened, my most trusted partner and my best friend turned out to be a poisoned dagger lurking in our family.

Even so, I still believe that she was bewitched by others, and her nature is still very kind. "

"Why do you believe in the brainwashing of these sects?" Shi Qianzhang asked rhetorically.

Dai'er said: "People are fragile, especially the heart and spirit. Probably everyone will subconsciously look for these comforts."

"Miss Dai'er," Monk Huai Jing recited a Buddhist mantra, "Among foreign cultivators, you should be one of the few who have the deepest understanding of the monastic world.

In your opinion, what is the essential difference between the gods you believe in and the immortals and Buddhas we pursue? "

Shi Qianzhang asked dumbfoundedly: "Has this risen to the height of philosophy?"

Dai'er asked puzzledly: "We have only one god, which is actually derived from the worship of sages; but what you worship is a system, not specific to a certain god...Is that so?"

"no."

Wang Sheng, who seemed to be asleep at the side, suddenly said:

"The difference is that when you worship gods, your ultimate goal is to become a follower of gods; while we worship immortals and Buddhas, your ultimate goal is to become like them."

"But... this is disrespectful to God, and it is outrageous."

Dai'er tried to explain something, but couldn't help but fell into thinking.

"So this is the difference between Eastern and Western thinking," Wang Sheng said with a leisurely smile as he lay there, "It's like the current dark camp, we have been here for several hours, and they still have no intention of sending anyone to attack us. Don't even want to try.

Even if the drone is sent out, it is only a few kilometers away from here to monitor, how cowardly. "

After the words fell, Wang Sheng waved his left hand, and an air sword flew away with a little whistling.

A small group of flames exploded on the sea a few kilometers away, and Wang Sheng yawned, "Go on and play, and call me when you leave, I'm really sleepy."

The four of them looked at each other and continued to draw cards and chat.

...

The flames of war in the Principality of Gangbi have been burning all over the country, but because Wang Sheng and the others left, the dark camp has become cautious in its actions.

In a high-rise building in the capital of the Principality of Gambit, in a certain stereoscopic projection meeting room, more than a dozen projections remained silent.

Among them, there are two blood princes, the main person in charge of the Gallington Group, a few representatives of ancient forces wearing their own distinctive costumes, and there are also a few masks who don't want to show their true colors.

After being silent for an unknown amount of time, an old man with gray hair and a resolute face spoke slowly. The old man's Glan language also had a distinct accent:

"It's time to think about whether the dark camp still needs to exist."

"What does King Viking mean?" A woman with an enchanting figure sneered, "Could it be that you are completely afraid of that monk from the Great Hua Kingdom?"

The old man scolded: "The Vikings are never afraid of strong enemies, they only hate you guys who shrink back!

A monk from the Great Hua Kingdom stepped on us to humiliate us and insult us, but you dare not even fart! "

"The truth is, none of us has ever won this Dahua country monk," a blood prince said coldly, "My blood family has suffered heavy losses now! This is the lesson, everyone."

Someone sighed: "Let the Gallington Group hand over what they want."

The faces of the two elders from the Carrington Group suddenly became extremely gloomy, and one of them said in a deep voice: "We need to clarify one thing...the blood-transforming sword may be the only way we can use Dahua Kingdom's way of cultivating Taoism."

One person continued: "So, you have become the targets of Dahua Kingdom monks."

"Don't drag us down," a fat aunt complained dissatisfiedly, "We just had a good few days, and we were able to trample those so-called servants of God under our feet!"

Immediately, the faces of the two old men from the Gallington Group were extremely gloomy.

"Everyone, don't you want to hear about the solution to this scourge?"

A sullen voice came from the corner of the room, and a smiling face slowly emerged, "Don't you all want to hear about the weakness of this Dahua country monk?"

A blood prince frowned and asked, "Yin Yang Lord, have you dealt with this Dahua country monk?"

"Of course," the man said softly in the Gran dialect, "my father's Yin-Yang Myriad Things School, it can be said that half of the reason was destroyed in his hands.

His name is not Wang Feiyu, Feiyu is his dao name, just like his senior sister's dao name is "Buyu". In Dahua, it means "not very talkative".

His real name is Wang Sheng. "

...

hum! hum!

On the reclining chair, Wang Daochang opened his eyes a little speechlessly. He had just slept for a few minutes, and someone with such good eyesight called.

Looking at the caller ID, it turned out to be Miss Mou Yue.

No, it should be Aunt Mou Yue.

"Hello? What's the matter?" Wang Sheng cheered up, thinking that something had changed in the situation.

"Well, Daoist Wang," Mou Yue hesitated, "Did you just use Yujian to shoot down a drone?"

"Um……"

"Well, it's quite troublesome for us to transport a drone to a foreign country, and we need to obtain a local flight permit. There will be other early warning drones passing by later. Would you like to let them go?"

A few black lines hung on Wang Sheng's forehead, and he replied calmly, "I got it," and hung up the phone hastily.

No compensation for broken things is his consistent philosophy of cultivation.