The First Sword of the Earth

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

'These are the plots of those famous mountains and decent! It is said that ordinary people cannot practice, so there are so many people in Dahua Country, is there less than one percent of people who can practice? Even if there is no talent, isn't it possible to prolong life and be free from disease and disaster? '

‘If we don’t stand up against this matter and just hang around, will our parents, brothers, sisters, and future children all rely on the mercy of these monks to survive? '

'Yes, we must stand up! '

'Everyone is qualified to practice! Why should the cultivation methods and resources be taken over by those great sects! '

...

Clutching the phone, Wang Sheng read the contents one by one, feeling quite calm in his heart.

It is obvious that someone is fanning the flames, and these chat records are just a few fixed people shouting there, which should be the original members of the Supersoul Society.

Although college students are more likely to be fooled than social people, but now that the information is so developed, you can make trouble with just a few words, it's like watching too many costume TV dramas.

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

Wang Sheng asked: "Are these people interviewed by their teacher?"

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

Wang Sheng said sternly: "The head of that club will not be so stupid as to think that he can incite the students. If these people planned it premeditatedly, they should be diverting the attention of the police. Resentment."

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

"Oh?" Jingyun said from the side, "Can you let me have a look."

Shen Xilin quickly returned the phone.

Until they got out of the car, Taoist Jingyun Xiumei was slightly frowning;

When they arrived at the hotpot restaurant where they had dinner, Daoist Jingyun returned the phone to Shen Qianlin, just sighed lightly, and didn't say much.

Their target today was a well-known old local hot pot restaurant; the waiter who greeted customers at the door saw Wang Sheng dressed in Taoist robes, and couldn't help but take a few extra glances, but there was not much surprise in his eyes.

Wang Sheng went into the hot pot restaurant and took a look... Hey, there are quite a few foodies in the same circle.

Looking to the right, three dignified Kun Dao are ordering food and chatting there;

Looking to the left, seven or eight Taoist priests are rolling up their sleeves in the corner of the lobby, fishing for vegetables in the big mandarin duck pot, and the food is in full swing.

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

"Among the three, please, is it three?"

Shen Xilin replied: "Yes, please help us find a quieter place, please."

"This way, please, there are seats on the second floor..."

Wang Sheng could feel a few prying thoughts, but he just hid his cultivation and didn't care about it.

More spiritual thoughts were probing the details of Daoist Jingyun. When they went up to the second floor, Wang Sheng's spiritual thoughts also caught a few whispers.

"Isn't this the young sword cultivator from Wudang Mountain?"

"Who is this Kun Dao? Does anyone know? The poor Dao can't see through her at all."

"Don't inquire, I'm afraid she is a master above the Embryo Formation Realm, so don't offend her."

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Void Core Realm cultivators have all appeared? This muddy water is getting muddier..."

"Eat vegetables, eat vegetables, this red and white pot tastes quite good, and there are benefits in the world."

Wang Sheng withdrew his spiritual thoughts, and after his uncle took his seat, he sat next to his uncle, looked at Shen Qianlin and smiled.

Wang Sheng said: "Senior sister, please order more of what you like to eat. I invite you to eat this meal."

Shen Xilin blinked,

He asked in a low voice: "Didn't it be agreed that I would treat you to dinner? You practice Taoism on the mountain...can you make money?"

"Why not? Helping people do rituals to drive away ghosts, and the income is quite good," Wang Daochang waved his hand, "Let your stomach eat, if you can eat tonight and make me poor, I will go and ask me to help Those guys are reimbursed."

Jingyun on the side also smiled softly, looking at Wang Sheng with the kindness of an elder.

Taoist Jingyun said, "It would be great if you could be so lively, Feiyu."

"Is there?" Wang Sheng smiled awkwardly.

A person who has lived for more than thirty years in the two lives together, and there is still a day when he is said to be lively.

Fortunately, it's not the word 'cute'.

This hot pot meal was really good, it was one of the few delicacies Wang Sheng had tasted since he went up to the mountain to practice Taoism.

When they came out of the hot pot restaurant, it was only after eight o'clock. Wang Sheng proposed to take a walk on the snack street, and the senior sister naturally agreed.

Daoist Jingyun seemed to have noticed something in Shen Xilin, and he took the initiative to say: "I see there is a tea room over there, go and sit in it, you two young people go shopping."

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

Wang Sheng just wanted to call his uncle to stop, but the uncle had already drifted away.

Jing Yun seemed to be walking unhappily, but actually took a few steps, and was already separated by many pedestrians from the two of them, appearing more than ten meters away.

Even, she did not attract the attention of the pedestrians around her at all, as if she had melted into the street scene.

Shen Xilin stared wide-eyed, shocked by the agility displayed by this gentle elder sister who even served her food during meals.

Wang Sheng could only retract his outstretched hand. He watched Uncle Jingyun enter the bar with the word "tea" hanging on it. what expression...

However, the two of them waited for a while, but Daoist Jingyun did not come out, as if he was quite satisfied with the environment inside.

Only then did Shen Xilin regain her senses, and admired in a low voice: "Your uncle is amazing, there are so many people on the street, she can go so far in just a few steps..."

"This is an expert," Wang Sheng replied with a smile, and lifted the long sword in his hand, "Go for a stroll, I guess I can rest for half a day."

"Did something happen here again?"

Shen Xilin glanced at the few young monks who walked by together. They were dressed similarly to Wang Sheng. They were all dressed in Taoist robes, but they didn't carry anything in their hands.

"Well, the matter related to monks is actually not over from the last time." Wang Sheng let go of his spiritual thoughts and said with a smile, "Most monks are still foodies. I met a dozen or so in a while."

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

Wang Sheng nodded, and started nonsense in a serious manner: "It is specially prepared for big monks, because it is not so easy to open a miniature wormhole and enter a relatively stable three-dimensional space with Taoism, and it requires a lot of energy. "

"Really? Can Taoism be related to physics?"

"Of course it's a fake. Now that the practice of Taoism has just resumed, those senior masters haven't figured out how to refine the storage artifacts. Even if there are a few storage artifacts, most of them are handed down from ancient times. It's too much. Rare."

Shen Xilin rolled her eyes, wanted to complain but didn't know where to start.

Wang Sheng laughed a few times, turned his feet, took out his mobile phone and began to take pictures of the surrounding streets.

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

Shen Xilin followed Wang Sheng with a small bag, and walked casually in this large food street. Sometimes Wang Sheng would talk about the joy of practicing on the mountain, and sometimes Shen Xilin would talk about interesting things he encountered in school.

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

Walking to an area with fewer pedestrians and fewer stalls, Wang Sheng looked down at Shen Qianlin's feet, and pointed to a drink stall not far away, "Have a drink and rest here."

Sitting down on the side of the road, Wang Sheng put Wen Yuanjian flat in front of him, his spiritual thoughts swept around, but he didn't find any other monks.

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

"Well, I'll show you the cloth on the outside of it... see it? How is it? Doesn't it look very powerful?"

"It's true."

"I can't tell if this is fake!"

The two girls in the next seat didn't know what they had misunderstood, they paid the bill with their heads down, and left in a hurry hand in hand.

Before leaving, there was another girl who couldn't help casting a look at Wang Sheng, with a little disgust and a little bit of curiosity...

"Your senior sister and senior uncle are so beautiful," Shen Qianlin straightened her hair next to her ear, bringing the topic to a level where it would not be easy for people to misunderstand.

"Well, they have been cultivating on the mountain since they were young," Wang Sheng replied with a smile, took out his mobile phone and glanced at the full-screen emoji that the senior sister replied, and couldn't help laughing immediately.

Sure enough, Senior Sister was quite maddened by Wang Sheng.

It is also quite miraculous that there is a signal in that mountain.

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

"I can't say for sure. It depends on when the matter will be resolved. It will probably be two or three days."

Wang Sheng put down his phone and sighed, "I thought that I would be able to practice with peace of mind when I went back last time, but I didn't expect to be called over to run around here and there."

"Is the matter more serious this time? It looks like you never leave your sword."

After the waiter at the side finished serving the juice, Wang Sheng lowered his voice and said, "Well, there are good and bad monks. Last time I met two evil cultivators, I suffered the loss of not bringing weapons. Otherwise, things would be much easier. Now this city There is a mixed bag of fish and dragons, and without weapons, my ability to fight against the enemy will be reduced by more than half."

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

"Fortunately, my uncle is here, just wait..."

Wang Sheng was talking about his master's childhood sweetheart when he heard a voice from Taoist Jingyun.

"Feyu came to help me, there is an evil cultivator in this tea room who wants to harm people, don't let him escape."

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

Throwing down 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.

"Master Uncle is in a bit of a situation, go over and help!"

"Why!"

Before Shen Xilin had time to say anything, she was dragged by Wang Sheng and rushed towards the way she came.

She looked up at his side face, felt the warm breath enveloping her body, wanted to say something, but couldn't say it for a while, and could only let the waiter in the beverage shop chase after him...

"Don't run away! The money you gave is not enough! The total of two cups is fifty-eight! It's still twenty-eight, brother!"