The First Sword of the Earth

The Daozang Hall was quiet, Wang Sheng had been standing there in the same posture for an unknown amount of time, and Mu Wanxuan, who was sitting outside the hall door, had also fallen into a state of enlightenment.

Gradually, the breath around Wang Sheng's body began to rise slightly, but the rise was very weak, and did not disturb the senior sisters outside the hall.

I don't know when, and I don't know how long it has been. Wang Sheng's aura stopped rising and gradually stabilized. There was a soft sound like fingertips touching the strings in his body. The dantian converged, sinking with the body of the Tao, and then...

puff.

Wang Daochang opened his eyes immediately, looked left and right, there seemed to be no one around, and casually sprinkled pieces of pure Yang mana to wrap the turbid air, his face was a little embarrassed.

This epiphany allowed Wang Shengxiu to take a small step forward in the realm of cultivation. In a relatively short period of time, he broke through and entered the middle stage of the Embodied Realm.

The Embodied Realm is the process of transforming the Nascent Soul into the Primordial Spirit, and the oath of the mortal body to the fairy body. It is a process of sublimation and transformation, a sudden breakthrough, and the discharge of some turbid air eliminated by the Taoist body. 'It's normal.

Absolutely not any gastrointestinal discomfort!

Glancing at the senior sister who was meditating at the door, Daoist Wang took the turbid air to a small window of the Daozang Hall quietly, and floated out without a sound, scattering the turbid air in the mountains and forests.

Turning out from the back of Daozang Hall, Wang Sheng was also 'shocked' by the sight in front of him.

Could it be that I had an epiphany and realized it directly for a year and a half?

He took out his phone and looked at the time. Nine days have passed, and there are two days left before the Sword Sect's "ribbon-cutting ceremony". Why...

Wang Sheng flew lightly into the air, hanging tens of meters in the air.

Looking at it, there is a small bamboo forest in front of the Daozang Hall, and the clouds and mist in the bamboo forest are obviously lost.

Looking across the bamboo forest, there are many more decorations around the main hall. There is a group of stone carvings of the "Eight Immortals" at the back of the hall, that is, the "official group" of my ancestors. Each stone carving is lifelike and has its own characteristics.

Tieguai Li resting in the shade of the forest, Lan Caihe, a handsome young man carrying bluegrass, He Xiangu, a fairy staring into the distance, and Han Xiangzi, who is playing the flute beside Chunyangzi...

Each stone sculpture seems to be processed according to the veins and trends of the original stone, giving people a sense of naturalness, which should be very precious.

And around the stone carvings of the Eight Immortals,

There is an extra courtyard, a fake scene made of strange stones, and a clear water pool like a Tai Chi picture. There are a few koi with a little spirituality swimming in the pool.

This kind of scenery was also arranged by Master and the others within ten days?

Not only the back of the hall, but the huge stone sword standing in the center of the square in front of the hall is really... a bit vulgar, but it's still a deduction.

They are sword sects, and they mainly focus on sword moves. It is normal to have a stone sword more than ten meters high in the center of the square.

There are more bonsai flower gardens around the square, which are planted with some ornamental plants, which are a bit like those often used in urban greening, but they can be integrated with the mountain scenery.

There are also many branches of plum trees on the west side of the main hall. With the help of the surrounding formations and strong vitality, these branches have already sprouted buds at this time.

——Cultivators grow flowers, but they can completely ignore the natural law of growth.

In time, there should be plum blossoms in the middle of the mountain on the west side of the main hall, and a few elegant attics in the depths of the plum blossoms.

Wang Sheng swept over with his spiritual sense, and the attic on the far left should be Xilian's 'boudoir'. It was covered by a formation, so he couldn't see it in, but he guessed it was playing a game, and the picture was easy to imagine.

Next to it is the small building where Xiao Miao and Chi Wen live. They can also have a care when they live together, so that they won't be too lonely alone.

Uncle Jingyun's residence is even more secretive, and the two small buildings left empty should be reserved for future female disciples.

Compared with the scene on the west side, the east side of the main hall is more 'practical'.

A 'Thatched Cottage' is open on all sides and built with only eight pillars. There are some cloths hanging around it, and there are two rows of low tables and futons inside, which seem to be used for teaching.

Of course, it could also be a cafeteria.

Behind the thatched cottage is a flat land, with a layer of formation restraints buried underground, and a weapon rack with more than ten ancient swords placed in the corner.

This should be the supporting facilities of the cafeteria. The new disciples have dinner. Isn't there a place for walking and eating?

Wang Sheng smiled and narrowed his eyes, and his figure slowly fell.

There are two rows of houses in the distance from the thatched cottage, which are exquisitely built. This place should be prepared for male disciples, but the number of houses has reached more than ten, and it may also be considered for the residence of the disciples in the future.

And near the Daozang Hall, you can scan it with your spiritual sense, and there are three attics built on the edge of the cliff. The breath of the master is in the highest one, and there are two unused ones.

It should be prepared for myself and my senior sister...

Although Wang Daochang wanted to say that 'one is enough', he still couldn't be too presumptuous in front of the master.

Landing in front of the thatched cottage, feeling the breeze coming slowly, looking at the details of the layout everywhere.

Seeing a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on a low table, Wang Sheng couldn't help but walked over, looked down and saw two lines of calligraphy written crookedly on the paper.

At this time, there were still a few of them on the mountain, and the monk Huai Jing was not here, so they should have gone back to the Tianlong Temple house after seeing that there was no life here.

Master, senior sister, and uncle all have beautiful brush calligraphy, not to mention Xilian. Back then, Zen master Santong not only taught her practice, but also taught her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. It is impossible for her calligraphy to be so ugly.

Junior sister Chi Wen has also practiced for many years, and she already has six or seven points of the temperament of Master Jingyun. Under the influence of Master Uncle, her calligraphy is not too bad.

Looking at the handwriting, there is no one else except Wang Xiaomiao who is not used to writing with a brush.

However, although this word is a bit ugly, it can be read clearly...

"It's hard to go far between snobbish friends. When people know each other, warmth does not increase, and cold does not change leaves. It can not decline in all seasons, and it can be strong through adventure."

Wang Sheng read it once, and then blinked his eyes. Isn't this a sentence in Zhuge Kongming's "Miscellaneous Articles"?

Xiao Miao's reading volume is not bad.

Intrigued, Wang Daochang also sat down cross-legged, rolled up his sleeves, and after some thought, he picked up a pen and wrote a new vertical line, writing a famous aphorism that contains the ultimate meaning of life:

'study hard, improve every day. '

Then he finished his pen with satisfaction, admiring his masterpiece.

This kind of idleness, sitting in an empty courtyard, is also a special mood...

At this moment, Wang Sheng's spiritual consciousness noticed the figure of the senior sister flying slowly, and picked up his pen again. He wanted to hold back a few acrostic poems with the name of the senior sister, but after working hard for a while, he just wrote "Wanxuan" horizontally Two words.

Before he could say anything, the senior sister was already behind her. She jumped over Wang Sheng's shoulder with her slender hands, put her arms around his neck, knelt down on the futon, and rested her chin gently on Wang Sheng's shoulder, looking at the pen and ink on the paper.

Turning his head, he looked at her four eyes, and each showed a little chuckle.

The mountain wind came slowly, blowing a few curtains, and lifted her soft blue hair;

Birds sang from far and near, and Wang Sheng wrote a few lines of poems, and he was intoxicated unconsciously.

In the attic behind the mountain, in the open window, Qing Yanzi, who had changed into a loose robe, stood with his hands behind his back, watching the scene in the thatched cottage from a distance, and couldn't help showing a little smile.

When the first apprentice and the second apprentice came together, the master felt the two big words from the bottom of his heart - rest assured.

Very relieved.

The master originally wanted to match the pair of seniors, sisters and younger brothers, but it was actually more out of trust in the character of the second apprentice, thinking that his elder apprentice would be easily deceived and had no social skills;

Later, the more I watched, the more I felt that my two apprentices were more suitable for each other.

The eldest apprentice has strong aptitude and good understanding, and the second apprentice endures hardships and is willing to work hard. Looking at the young talents in the cultivation world, both of them are quite outstanding.

If you can form a Taoist couple in this way, you will really fulfill your regrets back then...

Qing Yanzi yawned, he was quite tired from the arrangement and hard work for several days, but at last the arrangement has been done in a decent way, and in the future, when there are more disciples, he will repair it little by little.

Then, Qing Yanzi remembered the matter of luck that Huai Jing had mentioned that day.

Thinking of Huai Jing's warning, Qing Yanzi couldn't help frowning, and the frown became deeper and deeper.

The theory of luck is too illusory, if the second apprentice's luck cannot be concealed, it may be the root of Xiao Sheng's future disaster.

There are some things that you can enjoy if you have your life; if you have such luck, it is a good thing to get it if you have advanced cultivation, but it is dangerous at this time.

However, he couldn't use such an excuse to force Xiaosheng to stay on the earth to practice.

Qing Yanzi still clearly remembered how bright Wang Sheng's eyes were when he pointed at the starry sky...

As a master, don't you just have to worry about your disciples?

After the ceremony of opening the mountain, I will go to search for ancient books to see if there is a way to conceal my luck.

Of course, luck is rare, and you can't destroy it with your own hands; as long as you temporarily cover up this luck and avoid looking at it, these problems will naturally be solved.

"The patriarch doesn't know whether it is life or death. If the patriarch Tuomeng can give some advice, maybe he can save a lot of worry."

Qing Yanzi shook his head slowly, then yawned, unbuttoned his robe, and went to sleep on the wooden bed beside him.

It's a pity that it doesn't matter that the Daoist Master didn't have a dream, let alone that the patriarch would have a dream.

The day before the grand ceremony, Qing Yanzi had a good rest, went out of the attic, and called the original members of the Chunyang Sword Sect to discuss tomorrow's major events.

At this time, the staff composition of Chunyang Sword Sect is as follows:

There are three people in the same lineage as the head of the sect, Qing Yanzi, Mu Wanxuan, and Wang Sheng;

There are two non-directed descendants, Jing Yun and Chi Wen;

There are two honorary elders: Xi Lian, the fox half-immortal, and Wang Xiaomiao, the descendant of the celestial immortal.

"I plan to recruit four more doormen, one handyman, and one chef before accepting apprentices."

Qing Yanzi said: "At present, there are hundreds of thousands of casual cultivators gathered outside the mountain gate and at the foot of the mountain, and today's task is to get these things done.

Xiaosheng, senior Xilian, you are the highest-level sword sect masters, so I entrust you with the task of recruiting people.

Junior sister, Xiaowen, you two are responsible for recruiting a handyman.

The conditions that the disciples can give are equivalent to the treatment of formal disciples in the sect every month. They can receive spirit stones, medicine pills, talismans, and magic tools, and they can practice some non-inherited spells.

The usual task is to patrol the mountains, and if there are foreign enemies, they will fight together.

If there are wandering Daocheng who want to attach to us, if there are only two or three people, let them come to talk to us as a teacher. "

Wang Sheng nodded in agreement. Compared with other schools of Taoism, their Chunyang Sword Sect has just established a sect, and the conditions for the "doormen" are already very good.

It's just that there are fewer places.

Wang Xiaomiao raised her hand and said, "Master! Do you have any requests from the cook?"

"The dishes are delicious. It's better to be able to know several kinds of cuisines. It doesn't matter whether you have a cultivation level or not. You should also pay attention to your temperament and appearance."

Mu Wanxuan immediately gave Master a thumbs up.

"Okay," Qing Yanzi said with a smile, "from now on, we will practice in this sword sect, not only disciples of the sect, but you and I must also abide by the sect...rules...uh."

While speaking, several black lines hung on Qing Yanzi's forehead, and he silently covered his eyes.

"What's wrong with Master? Are you feeling uncomfortable all of a sudden?" Wang Sheng asked worriedly.

"No, as a teacher, it seems that I forgot to consider the door rules..."

Several people looked at each other, and there was a black line hanging on their foreheads.

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