The First Sword of the Earth

After entering the restaurant, Wang Sheng let out a low cough, and an old man in a long robe stepped forward and bowed to Wang Sheng.

"Elder Pi, what other orders do you have?"

Wang Sheng said: "Please give me a private room and prepare some food and wine."

"Yes, please follow me."

The old man bowed to invite, and there were many eyes from all over the restaurant; but strangely, these eyes only fell on Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan, and the old man behind Wang Daochang was like air.

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

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

'Golden Immortal? Taiyi? big……'

Yaoyun shouted several times in Wang Sheng's heart, but he couldn't utter the last word.

Because when she communicated with Wang Sheng, the old man had a little surprise in his eyes, as if he had discovered Yao Yun's location.

'Be careful. '

Yao Yun's thoughts and voices were extremely dignified, 'It's okay if it's a friend, but if it's an enemy, this star will be crushed, I'm afraid it will only be a blink of an eye. '

Wang Sheng was stunned, 'Is it so scary? '

‘The concept of a practitioner above the immortal state is completely different from that under the immortal state. This person gives me the feeling that he is somewhat similar to the emperor back then. '

Wang Sheng agreed from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't regret inviting the old man to drink with him. A sense of 'intimacy' that made him feel a little absurd really existed in this old man.

After going up to the top floor and reaching the most luxurious private room of the restaurant, Wang Sheng also turned sideways and made a gesture of invitation, expressing as much respect as possible to the old man.

The old man in white robe lightly twirled his white beard, took two steps forward, looked at his surroundings, and nodded in satisfaction.

There is only a square table on the top floor, and the ground is covered with a soft green carpet. The overall structure is like a much enlarged gazebo. There are some curtains hanging on the four pillars, and you can have a panoramic view of the city.

The old man said with a smile: "I never thought that my young friend is already a dignitary in this city, hahahaha! The poor man has just eaten and drank for a while!"

Wang Sheng smiled awkwardly, and asked the old man to take a seat first, and then asked his senior sister to sit down, while he himself sat opposite the old man.

"Senior was joking, there is no such thing as noble or not, this place is called Xinghai City, which belongs to Xinghaimen," Wang Sheng sighed, "Six or seven hundred years ago, I came out from my hometown to wander around, because I had no place to live, and I was forced to fight against the strong. Sect persecution, in desperation, he defected to this Xinghai Sect, and now he only got the title of elder."

"Little friend should not be more than a thousand years old. It is not easy to be an elder of the same sect with such cultivation."

The old man smiled and put the two jugs of wine on the square table, and casually poked open the paper that sealed the wine jar, just about to hand Wang Sheng a jar.

Wang laughed and said: "I have to make an apology first, the wine that I gave to senior just now is indeed the best wine that can be found here.

But the juniors have another good wine, perhaps the seniors like it more. "

While speaking, Wang Sheng took out two pots of secret wine 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 from the mouth of the wine, and let out a few sighs of satisfaction.

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

that feeling...

It seems that every movement of the old man contains a wonderful dao rhyme, and his words and deeds are in line with the dao, and there is a weird feeling of 'whatever you do is just right'.

Wang Sheng couldn't help but smiled wryly, "Senior, your cultivation is so advanced, this junior's mind was inadvertently influenced by senior's Dao Yun, but you missed it before."

"Your eyesight is pretty good," the old man wiped the wine from his beard, squinted his eyes and smiled, "but you want to form a good relationship with the poor?"

"Of course," Wang Sheng said, "I just don't know if senior can tell me the name."

"As soon as the name of the poor comes out, it is neither a disaster nor a disaster.

You don't know better. "

As soon as the old man finished speaking, several female cultivators flew over with white clouds, placed the delicacies in their respective trays on the table, and all bowed their bodies and retreated together.

The old man refused to say anything, Wang Sheng naturally didn't dare to ask more questions, so he raised his glass to toast, and just said that the old man... eat and drink well.

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

Wang Sheng's thoughts turned, he never thought that after drinking a few sips of wine, the old man sighed and asked him first: "What is your Dao name?"

Daoist Wang obviously hesitated for a moment, and said a little cautiously: "No words."

The old man suddenly smiled and narrowed his eyes, "Oh? Is your surname Wang?"

"How did senior know?" Wang Sheng asked in astonishment.

The old man smiled complacently, raised his right hand, shook it lightly, and counted with his fingers, "Pin Dao is a bit of a magician, um...Pin Dao does the math, if you are Wang Feiyu, then this It should be Mu Buyu, you two are master Qing Buyu, right?"

Wang Sheng and his senior sister instantly had the same shocked face.

The old man looked left and right, seemed to find it very interesting, drank a sip of the fairy wine of the Wahuang clan, slapped the table and sang, and said in his mouth:

"Your master's name is too interesting. You don't talk, you don't talk, why are you so obsessed with talking?"

Amidst the old man's loud laughter, Wang Sheng stood up suddenly, his face was full of solemnity, and he casually gave his senior sister a hand.

Afterwards, Wang Sheng lifted the hem of his Daoist robe, knelt down, and shouted: "Patriarch, my disciple Wang Sheng pays respects!"

Kneeling on the ground, kneeling on the ground, ancestors, teachers, and parents, this is a rule, and it is also a Taoist etiquette.

The senior sister continued to be dazed, and the old man's laughter stopped abruptly, and he frowned at Wang Sheng in front of him.

Why did you just reveal it?

The old man didn't evade, but asked with great interest: "Is it really possible to be so smart? Get up and tell me, how do you see through poverty?"

"Master Qing Yanzi has never left his hometown, and junior brother Mo Yu is now a little monk," Wang Sheng said with a wry smile, "The younger generation doesn't quite believe the magic tricks that the senior said.

The only one who can know the name of a young disciple in the Chunyang Sword Sect is the patriarch who has sensed it when he worshiped in the Sword Sect, but there is no one else.

And just now when the disciple gave the gift of celestial wine, the patriarch wanted to give the disciple a scripture. This is probably because he wanted to give the disciple some benefits, and the aura of the patriarch, carefully sensing it, is the same way as the disciple. "

"Miao, Miao," the old man waved his hand and said, "Sit down and have a drink with me."

"Yes," Wang Sheng was not shy, and sat down cross-legged again, but the senior sister knelt down obediently, stretched out her hand, and began to pour wine for the patriarch.

This is Chun Yangzi?

At the same time, the senior sisters and brothers secretly looked at the "prodigal son" of the heaven who was known as handsome and unrestrained, but now he is gray-haired and has a vicissitudes of life. Frustrated and depressed.

Only then did Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan realize that they had seen this face several times before, and they hadn't noticed the 'sound and smile' of the patriarch before!

The old man drank a few glasses of wine, took out the scripture in his sleeve, handed it to Wang Sheng, and said with a smile: "Among the poor disciples and grandchildren, your Chunyang Dao is the most exquisite, this is your reward .

Take a good look at it, if you can understand the depth of it, you will be famous in the endless starry sky and become a master in the future! "

Wang Sheng showed seriousness, took the scriptures with both hands, looked down and was taken aback, then opened a few...

This turned out to be!

"Seven Star Sword Formation" is the same as the one I have practiced since I started, and the formulas and moves are the same.

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

After all, what is contained in it is the real inheritance of Emperor Ziwei, and not everyone can get it.

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

Chunyangzi was also taken aback, "Where did you learn it? It shouldn't be, it seems that the emperor just entrusted it to the poor."

Wang Shengdao: "When the disciple started, the master has already passed it on to the disciple."

"So that's the case, I'm just too stupid," Chunyangzi laughed for a while, put the Seven Star Sword Array back casually, and took out another scripture.

"Pure Yang True Solution"!

Wang Sheng hurriedly took the scripture, opened it and glanced at it, and found that it was based on the "Chunyang Immortal Art", with a deeper extension...

"Thank you Patriarch!"

"You little cunning, I gave you the magic trick, but you still opened it to inspect the goods!"

Wang Sheng smiled awkwardly, "I have to know what you bestowed on me, Master Patriarch... If you take the liberty of my disciple, can I invite an old friend of Master Patriarch to meet Master Patriarch?"

"Oh?" Chun Yangzi's face suddenly turned serious, and he had an extra incense burner in his hand, which was placed in the center of the square table, and an invisible wave wrapped around the square table.

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

No matter what kind of conversation is next, it will not leave any traces in the avenue.

Chunyangzi said, "Where is that old friend?"

"It's right here," Wang Sheng held out the Wuling Sword in his hands. Surrounded by immortal light, the Wuling Sword turned into Yaoyun in a long dress, staring at the white-haired old man with complicated eyes.

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

"Mm," Yao Yun knelt down slowly, and sighed softly, already exhausting the soreness in his heart.

In the past, people with gray hair, things are right and words are wrong, and there is nothing more suffering in the world than this.

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

"Isn't that good?" Yao Yun said indifferently, "At least I can still live, I'm already a remnant, and now I can sit here and see my old friend again."

Judging by Yaoyun's attitude at this time, it is obvious that he was not lying when he said that he could not see Chunyangzi.

"That's right, it's good to be able to live," Chunyangzi drank the wine in the glass, and the senior sister beside him poured it quickly.

But Yao Yun frowned and said: "Hua Qing changed seats with your junior brother, you are a dignified god, how can you serve wine and add food?"

The senior sister hesitated for a while, and Chun Yangzi said in astonishment again: "Hua Qing? Is this Muhua Goddess Hua Qing?"

"Naturally," Yao Yun's eyes were full of bitterness, "It's just that Hua Qing suffered too much damage when she was reincarnated, and now she has no memory of her previous life, just feel it carefully."

"This, it's true! It's because of the negligence of the poor, how offending."

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

"It's also a romantic relationship. The goddess that Pindao once admired back then unexpectedly became Pindao's great-disciple and grandson."

Yao Yun snorted softly, but the senior sister was a little at a loss; on the contrary, Wang Sheng got up quickly, changed seats with the senior sister, and poured wine for the three old heavenly bosses with a smile on his face.

Then, Chunyangzi looked Wang Sheng up and down.

With the princess of Tianting as the sword, accompanied by the goddess Muhua in the past, he obtained his own pure yang celestial skills and the inheritance of the Ziwei emperor, it seems that his own blood has undergone inexplicable changes...

Chunyangzi had a strange expression on his face, and he frowned and asked, "Which old friend is this? Could it be that my Chunyang lineage is just lucky?"

"He has nothing to do with Heaven," Yao Yun said indifferently, "Can I bother you about something?"

"Thirteen, what are you talking about, and what you ordered," Chunyangzi sighed, "Back then, I promised you that the seventh and ninth sisters would take good care of you. I never wanted to fail to take care of you during the fierce battle. pity."

The corner of Yao Yun's mouth twitched, "There is a fairy sect named Tianfeng here, who insults my heavenly court and bullies your disciple and grandson, you go and kill him and come back to drink."

Tianfeng?

Chun Yangzi pinched his fingers and calculated, but was dumbfounded for a while.