The First Sword of the Earth

For monks, day and night actually don't have too much direct meaning, after all, they can use spiritual sense and immortal sense to perceive the surrounding environment.

But accustomed to seeing with eyes, monks still have a strong dependence on vision.

When the night of Feng Mo Xing comes, there are magical instruments that can illuminate everywhere in the market, illuminating every place very brightly.

These lights naturally follow the figure of people, and there will inevitably be darkness and shadows.

Laifeng Pavilion, a relatively 'elegant' place, is also a favorite place for many monks to spend time, and not only casual monks, some monks from Hunxianmen will occasionally come to this place to 'seek fun'.

Many monks pay attention to elegance, but there are also many monks who pay attention to being free and easy, and don't stick to small details. They have different understandings of Taoism and uphold different precepts.

At night, Laifeng Pavilion is obviously more lively. The lights are bright everywhere, guests come and go, and the music of fairy music is endless.

Wang Sheng gently shook his folding fan, and calmly entered the Laifeng Pavilion again.

At this time, his face changed a little, and his aura was also adjusted; because it was in the territory of Fenglimen, Wang Sheng did not use the mental method that Lan Huilin taught him back then, but used the "secret method" passed down by the heavenly court, and the effect was not bad of.

At this time, in the eyes of outsiders, he is just a little flour fairy, and the cultivation base revealed is the middle stage of Feixian Realm.

In the romantic place of the monks, it is impossible for someone to yell vulgar words like 'Guest officer, look at the face, come and greet me with some girls' as soon as you enter the door.

Wang Sheng followed two monks dressed as middle-aged scribes into the gate of Laifeng Pavilion. Immediately, two female cultivators in plain long skirts came forward to greet two 'regular customers', and another girl dressed in the same style came forward. In front of him, he saluted Wang Sheng Yingying.

"This fairy elder, is this your first visit to Fengge Pavilion?"

"The second time," Wang Sheng replied calmly, but did not leave any openings.

The pretty female cultivator made a gesture of invitation, and asked Wang Sheng softly if he needed a private room, and said euphemistically that ten fairy stones were needed to enter the private room.

The fairy stone she mentioned refers to medium-quality fairy stones with a width of one inch, a height of three inches, and a length of three inches; because this kind of fairy stone is produced the most and spread widely, it is also regarded as hard currency.

The exchange between various quality fairy stones,

In fact, there is no fixed ratio.

Daoist Wang calmly took a fairy stone wrapped with a little fairy mist, wrapped it with fairy power, and pushed it in front of the female cultivator; the female cultivator's eyes lit up, she held the fairy stone with both hands, and her attitude towards Wang Sheng suddenly became more respectful.

This is a high-grade non-attribute fairy stone with high purity, and its value far exceeds the "ten fairy stones" in her mouth.

Generally speaking, it is a bit wasteful to use this kind of fairy stone for daily practice. It is mainly used for arranging formations and refining alchemy, not for determining the value based on the total reserve of vitality.

The female cultivator led Wang Sheng to a wooden boat, and the wooden boat slowly descended, leading Wang Sheng straight through several formations.

The sound of celestial music accompanied by human voices came towards him, Wang Sheng lowered his head and saw a spacious hall, filled with celestial mist, carved beams and painted pillars, and hanging cloth curtains and powder curtains.

There are many sparsely distributed tables and chairs in this hall, and many figures are drinking and having fun in it; glamorous nuns in cool clothes are lined up everywhere, either performing dances to add to the fun, or flirting with the monks, or having a good time with the monks. Chatting in secluded places, or doing unsightly things in some places isolated by formations.

Wang Sheng was going to the 'Elegant Room', which is a high-consumption place, the wooden boat did not land directly in the hall, but hovered halfway.

The female cultivator led Wang Sheng down to a corridor suspended in the 'mid-air', with white mist floating on the ground, but the left and right sides were directly excavated stone walls, without much decoration, but giving people a full 'fairy taste'.

Turning left and right, Wang Sheng was led to a chic elegant room, where he sat on a stone chair to rest.

The female cultivator poured tea for Wang Sheng, and said softly, "Prince Immortal, how many people do you need to toast for you, and how many people do you need to offer music?"

Wang Sheng casually placed four high-grade immortal stones on the stone table, and said calmly, "Here are these."

"Immortal Elder, you are really..."

The female cultivator covered her mouth and chuckled, "The fairies in our pavilion, there are some beautiful ones, some enchanting ones, all of them are charming and affectionate, but they are different from each other.

This ring is fat, swallows are thin, and the willow waist is red. You have to give me a general charter before I can introduce it to you. "

"Then find some elegant ones," Wang Sheng said, "don't need to be too enchanting."

"Yes," the female cultivator bowed and saluted, then put away the fairy stone and floated away.

Wang Sheng stood up, his eyes swept everywhere, the jade tablet in his sleeve was wrapped in immortal power, and he didn't move rashly.

Soon, Wang Sheng paced out of the room, waving his folding fan lightly to observe everywhere; when he occasionally met a few female monks, most of them would pass by with their heads down, and some would look up.

At some point, the jade plaque on Wang Sheng's cuff fell into an inconspicuous corner.

He didn't lower his head to pick it up, but followed a piece of music to an outside courtyard, saw a few immortals drinking and having fun here, then quietly left and returned to his 'room'.

You're done!

Not doing too much on purpose, and actually not needing to do too much.

The jade token will not be discovered right now, the immortal power wrapped in the jade token will dissipate after half a month...

After waiting for a while, the female nun who received him came with four female nuns.

Although these four female cultivators were all pretty and lovely, Wang Sheng didn't do anything out of the ordinary, he just let them play the piano and dance, let one of them pour wine for himself, and drank slowly there.

This is also a rare pastime.

When he was slightly drunk, he sighed a little, got up and walked to the door, waved at the four female cultivators, and left the place...

They seemed to have seen many "frustrated" people like Wang Sheng, and they didn't make a fuss. After bowing to Wang Sheng and saluting, they notified the manager here with a sound transmission talisman.

The female cultivator who received Wang Sheng appeared again, and led Wang Sheng to the wooden boat, and returned the same way.

When they got outside the gate of Laifeng Pavilion, the female cultivator suddenly asked softly: "Prince Immortal, do you have a place to live here? If you just pass by here, why not take a rest in the pavilion, I will arrange a secluded place for you .”

"Thank you," Wang Sheng clasped his hands, opened the folding fan, and said in his heart that Laifeng Pavilion really knows how to do business, clasped his hands to the female cultivator who received him, turned and left.

Most of the female cultivators who serve inside are only from Nascent Soul Realm to Transcendence Tribulation Realm;

But these female cultivators who receive guests and wear plain long dresses are all in the fairyland.

No way, these might be disciples of Feng Limen.

That night, Wang Sheng left this small town, went to another town of similar size not far away, rented a small courtyard, and started practicing.

After waiting for half a month, the rumors about "the young master of Tianfengmen came to Fengge Pavilion to have a good night" continued to ferment in Sanxiu's mouth.

When Wang Sheng heard the discussion of the monks, it was basically like this:

'Li Tianyao, the young master of Tianfengmen, came to Fengge for a private appointment, and even said that he would ask Fairy Hanyou from Fenglimen to accompany him next time at roll call. '

'This day, the head of Fengmen's young sect fell in love with a fairy in Laifeng Pavilion. He was jealous and fought, and even accidentally dropped his jade pendant, revealing his identity. '

"Either Fengli Sect has the means, and they can't compete with their frontal strength, so they will use their sect's expertise and use the charming fairy to trap the heart of the young sect master of Tianfeng Sect, tsk tsk..."

These were all still audible, and Wang Sheng automatically filtered out some unpleasant words.

In another three days, instead of passing like a gust of wind, the rumor spread more widely, with more versions.

Wang Sheng, the instigator, did not take any further action, and he crushed the jade tablet he had prepared, without leaving any evidence behind.

Too much is too late, click to stop.

The tricky and unexpected angle of his fire was also inspired by the phenomenon of "there is no enthusiasm for major national affairs, and celebrity scandals dominate the list for days" when he was on earth.

No one would have thought that someone would make a fuss about this kind of thing; however, the young sect master of Tianfengmen is the face of their Tianfengmen, with a noble status, and also has a connection with Beihe Sword Sect.

The scolding war between Tianfengmen and Fenglimen escalated rapidly. Tianfengmen scolded Fenglimen for being shameless and slandered the name of their young master Li Tianyao;

Feng Limen naturally wanted to scold back, and they kept mocking and sarcastic about the fact that the young master of Tianfengmen sneaked around his home to Fengge.

In another two days, two small groups of cultivators from Tianfengmen and Fenglimen met outside Fengmoxing, and a female cultivator from Fenglimen was also unrelenting and took the initiative to provoke trouble:

"If the Young Sect Master of Tianfeng Sect is really itchy and wants to go to Feng Pavilion for a private meeting, we can turn a blind eye and pretend that we can't see him."

That day, Zhenxian, the leader of Fengmen, suddenly became angry, and the two sides fought immediately.

This battle broke out.

The two sides kept calling for reinforcements, and the battle between immortal soldiers quickly resulted in casualties; by the time the people in charge of both sides reacted, it had become a chaotic battle with hundreds of people.

And when the flames of war began to spread crazily across the Ten Stars, whether the jade tablet that triggered all the rumors was left by the head of Tianfeng Young Sect or not is not very important...

Wang Daochang saw that they were having a lively fight, so he calmly began to retreat.

He planned to buy a small courtyard by himself when the war on Fengmoxing stopped for a while, and settle down in the city, and wait for his sword spirit to send a letter back;

By the way, take this Fengmo star as the first stop to come out of the earth cultivation world.

Wang Sheng also began to think about another major event, whether to establish a force in advance as a response.

After thinking about it, Wang Sheng felt that he should not take more actions before he became a real fairy. After he stepped into the real fairyland and gained a foothold, he began to think about an intelligence organization.

The calculation of the 'Laifeng Pavilion's Jade Plaque' this time can be regarded as a small test.

The monks focus on their own cultivation, and there are many advantages in the earth cultivation world that can be tapped, such as the use of the concept of 'information'.

Before retreating to comprehend the Realm of Immortality, Wang Sheng found a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote a few large characters on a piece of paper:

'Whispering and catching shadows'

What exactly it means, he himself knows.

...

'The sixth year that the younger brother left, winter and November.

Looking at Xinghe from a distance is what he thinks. '

Sighing softly, Mu Wanxuan put down the brush in her hand, and was slightly fascinated by the scenery in the Little Immortal Realm.

She is currently living at the edge of the crown of the laurel tree, closest to the Tianmen, and if there is any news about the younger brother, she will be the first to know.

Blood Mine, Tianfengmen, Bone Demon, Nameless Sword Immortal...

When Mu Wanxuan thought of the confusing news from Huai Jing and the others, she couldn't help but want to fly to her junior brother to see what hardships he had gone through these years.

When I was on Earth before, my junior and junior were well protected by me, and I didn't suffer at all...

Well, probably so.

Sighing, the senior sister left the window, walked to the Fang Yu couch, and continued to comprehend the Dao of Yin and Yang; she had just taken a step, when she suddenly heard a roar, as if something had hit the shell of the moon palace, and the force was very huge .

Mu Wanxuan blinked, and immediately felt a little doubtful in her heart. Before she could fly out of this fairy palace, there was a sudden fluctuation of vitality at the entrance of the Little Immortal Realm, and the entrance and exit of the Little Immortal Realm were actually opened.

"Brother!"

She was immediately full of joy, and rushed out of the fairy palace barefoot, dragging the three thousand black hairs that were scattered randomly, and headed towards the fairy gate.

But her surprise quickly turned into astonishment. The gate of the fairy world was closed, and there was no figure of her junior brother. Instead, the familiar fairy sword came through the sky...

Sword return...

Why don't people come?