The First Sword of the Earth

　　 After dinner, a few people sipped melon seeds, drank tea, and chatted in the guest room of the restaurant.

　　 "Brother Sheng, how many years have you been practicing this swordsmanship?" Shi Qianzhang asked casually, opening his mouth, and there was no taboo.

　　 "It's three years," Wang Sheng didn't hide it, "I loved this since I was a kid, and I had some foundation before going up the mountain."

　　 Shi Qianzhang immediately gave a thumbs up, glued this half of the melon seed skin to his lips, and smiled: "Niu X! You sword, if the world's vitality comes back, other people have to practice for a lifetime, it's amazing."

"Not at all," Liu Yunzhi whispered, "Even if the vitality of heaven and earth has not returned, the kendo realm of the non-verbal elder brother will not be much weaker than this time. Master often said that all the methods of cultivation will eventually go all the way, that's it. It's an enlightened word."

　　Wang Sheng was a little embarrassed, just about to express himself.

Aside, Meng Hong smiled and said, “I’m afraid that the two of you won’t believe me. The four of us only learned that Junior Brother Wang Sheng has such a skill in kendo. It’s not unreasonable to be a blockbuster today."

"Senior brother, don't kill me anymore," Wang Sheng smiled and shook his head, and calmly diverted the topic away. "The black talisman used by Brother Qian Zhang before can actually turn four stacks of talisman out of thin air. The method can actually attract the sky thunder to defend against the enemy... these are amazing Tao skills."

　　 Liu Yunzhi smiled without saying a word, but Shi Qianzhang chuckled and said, "That's just a small trick to frighten people. Those four cloth bags have been tied to me a long time ago. Alas!"

The guy sighed, "Today I thought about Xiaoye, I will show off in his Maoshan, and after becoming famous in the world, I will be able to engage in business performances or something. I didn't expect to encounter your sword... My old man said that I will go out this time. If you want to meet a noble person, this is noble person? This is clearly the King of Swords! This!"

　　咚咚...

　　 The door of the box was knocked, and a small head came in, bright eyes and big eyes combed with bangs, but he was also dressed in Taoist clothes.

　　 Wang Sheng looked at this girl a little familiar, he probably saw it on Maoshan today.

　　 She flushed a little, and asked in a low voice, "Are some Dao brothers from Wudang Mountain here? I'm a little monk from Laoshan. I want to find a photo of Brother Nonyu and Senior Sister Buyu from Wudang Mountain... is it okay?"

　　Wang Sheng:...

　　Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan, the parties involved, hadn't nodded their heads, Shi Qianzhang stood up warmly and greeted the door: "Come in! Come in! They are here!"

As soon as 　　's voice fell, the box door opened, and seven or eight young men and women in dresses and dresses swarmed in.

In the corridor, there were many people who heard the wind, some came to say hello and were familiar, some watched the fun and wanted to take the opportunity to discuss the Tao with others, and later there were many Kundao monks who came to Liu Yunzhi for autographs. What.

　　 In the small box, the scene quickly got out of control...

　　 After working for more than an hour, Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan went back to the hotel in embarrassment. Meng Hong and the four of them went to the night market with Liu Yunzhi and Shi Qianzhang.

　　 After a long operation, Wang Sheng’s WeChat friends have an additional list, which contains dozens of names, all of which ‘coincidentally’ met, and each mountain has the contact information of the younger generation.

　　 also added four or five exchange groups, but the group news was blocked by Wang Sheng.

There are also a few more contacts on Mu Wanxuan’s WeChat, but they are all little fairies who admire the'overhaul' of this birth-birth realm. The senior sister laughed for a long time about this, and she wanted to be a big sister. .

　　Although his sect doesn’t even have a formal name, it’s just three of them who are masters and apprentices. As a sect who is bound to make a lot of achievements in the future, it is also necessary to expand his network in the monastic world.

　　 For this reason, Wang Sheng was quite serious about making notes for every young man and woman who came to add his friends. He wrote down the school, name, and road number of each person in order to prevent any jokes in the future.

　　 A delegation had already set off to return that night, Wudang Mountain and his party will leave for the mountain tomorrow morning.

　　Wang Sheng has already bought a ticket from Maoshan to his hometown, and the journey is only two or three hours. Tomorrow morning, he will take the senior sister back to visit his parents.

　　 Everyone says that he is close to hometown and he is a little hard to fall asleep tonight.

　　 Will parents say something embarrassing the elder sister?

　　 Compared with the impact of today's exchanges on the future, this is what Wang Sheng is most worried about.

　　...

　　 In the gradual night breeze, Maoshan Houshan, which the pilgrims could not get close to, finally recovered its former purity.

　　 The outside of Chongxi Hall has been cleaned up, only two of Maoshan disciples are walking and cleaning, all the Taoist leaders from the outer mountains have gone to the small town under the mountain, and the Taoists of Maoshan have also returned to their Taoist mountain houses.

　　 The Taoist Chief Maoshan who had presided over the afternoon Daoshu exchange meeting was walking into the room with a whisk, as if he had just returned from the mountain to see him off.

　　 "You guys, go to another yard to clean first."

"Yes."

　　 Several Maoshan disciples bowed their heads and ran away from here.

　　 After confirming that there were no figures around, the Taoist leader walked slowly to the Chongxi Hall, slightly bent his legs, his figure resembling an eagle and swallow spreading its wings, swiping it under the eaves, and falling down like catkins.

　　 There is a small square box in his hand, with a small hole on one side of the box.

　　 The Taoist chief of Maoshan is not a military fan. I don’t know the expensive price of this small square box that seems inconspicuous but is actually special equipment. I only know the specific function of this thing.

　　—You can shoot 24 hours of high-definition video continuously.

　　 Place a small card near the bottom of the square box, and the square box emits a soft buzzing sound, which means that the video taken today has been stored and transmitted to the receiving remote end.

　　 In the eyes of the Taoist leader, a hesitant look was unavoidable.

"Ugh…"

A soft sigh came from the depths of the Chongxi Hall. This long movement became stiff, and he quickly put the box in his hand into the cuff, but just after he finished the movement, an old man in a white robe stood silently. In front of him.

　　 "Master, Master, are you still closed?" Dao Chang's mouth showed a sneer.

　　 The old man whispered: "Have you thought about it? If you do it like this, you may be untrustworthy and unrighteous."

　　 Dao Chief was silent for a while, and Fang said, "Master, I did this for the consideration of the entire monastic community, not just for the gains and losses of our Maoshan family."

　　 "That said, but you...nothing, since the teacher has passed you on outside the head, you shouldn't ask you more about this."

　　 The old man's face is a bit sad.

　　 Taoist sighed: "Master, now is no more than a thousand years ago, and a thousand years ago, the world is no more than swords and bows. Nowadays, firearms, cannonballs...

　　 Even if our cultivation base reaches a high level, if the country wants to move us, Maoshan will be razed to the ground overnight.

Master, you also said that this is a peaceful and prosperous world. This world does not need our monks to protect anything. We only need to manage ourselves and accept state supervision to ensure that the monastic world will not affect the secular order. . "

　　 "Stop, stop, just retreat for the teacher."

　　 The old man waved his hand, and his figure drifted into the hall with the wind, and disappeared into the depths of the hall.

　　 Tao Chang bowed to send him off, looking at the black square box in his sleeve.

　　 A small green light flashes slightly, and the video transmission has been completed.

　　Although he had made up his mind for a long time, he still inevitably felt a little frustrated at this time.

　　 This Maoshan Daocheng contemporary head sighed softly, flicked the dust, and walked towards the side door.

　　 "There are so many clean mountains in the city, because there is no dust in the world. Nowadays, where are there any caves in the world, Qing'an immortal gate."

　　...

　　 At the same time, a small town outside Maoshan Mountain.

　　 In a remote area outside the town, in a food processing factory, more than a dozen people are busy in front of two rows of computers. There is a row of images on the screens of Maoshan town.

　　 The other row of computer screens is where the delegations of various famous mountains and gates settled.

　　 More than a dozen people here are watching the entire Maoshan town.

　　 Except for the footsteps of people going back and forth, and the constant crackling of a few young men and women knocking on the keyboard, it is quite quiet here.

　　 However, this silence was quickly broken by a shout:

　　 "Team leader, there is a video from the second unit!"

In a corner of 　　, the ‘group leader’ who was lying on the sofa with his eyes closed and rested immediately stood up and walked over quickly on high heels.

　　 The group leader’s actions immediately drew the attention of the men, women, and children around him. Several men couldn’t help but look at the group leader who is known for his sternness and resoluteness.

　　 She is thin, and her small slim suit makes her a little more charming in her ability as a woman should, and her short hair with ears is also neatly tidyed up.

　　 Mingming is over 40 years old, but the figure is still very good, and the overall curve can be regarded as enchanting.

　　 That face without powder and daisy is always not as beautiful as it was when I was young. With more polish in life, there are always some fine wrinkles.

　　 The ‘Team Leader’ walked to the instrument, and said in a calm voice: "There should be more than ten hours of video in it, and we should pick out the useful information as soon as possible."

　　 "Yes, group leader, it can be done in fifteen minutes!"

　　 The team leader nodded lightly, and looked at the desk with his arms folded.

　　 This Maoshan Daomen Conference is of great significance to their department. It is she who observes the strength of these Daomen and the overall atmosphere of the monastic world...

The young man in control of the mouse fiddled a few times, his fingers trembled lightly, swallowed, and tremblingly said: "Group leader, can you let me do it myself for a while? You are here...I am not comfortable... "

　　 "Come on," the team leader darkened, didn't say much, stepped back two steps, and walked aside.

　　As soon as she left, the group of young people who were quite curious about the Daomen Exchange Conference suddenly stretched their necks and stared at the computer screen that was starting to process video files.

　　 The team leader didn't say much about it. He walked to a filing cabinet on the side and looked at his mobile phone from time to time.

"Team leader, coffee," a gray-haired uncle in a pine jacket smiled and leaned over, holding a steaming paper cup in his hand, and laughed and joked: "These little guys who just joined the group are a little afraid of you. , Group leader, don't mind."

　　 The group leader pouted his lips, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com didn't say much, and took the paper cup and took a sip.

　　 It's a bit bitter.

　　 This uncle should be the one who has worked with the team leader for a long time. Although he doesn't dare to joke in front of her, he knows more.

　　 "Leader, is there any news from Xiaona?"

　　 There was a little worry in the team leader's gaze, and he shook his head slightly, "No, I have arranged for someone to go to her school to find it."

　　 "Don't worry, team leader, even the little girl is playing tricks, my girl has had this period..."

　　 "Fuck!"

　　 "Fuck!"

　　 "Slot!"

Several young people around the computer screen suddenly screamed, and one guy turned his head and shouted: "Group leader! Come and see! This man uses swordsmanship! It is definitely a swordsmanship that can only be found in TV dramas! "

　　 The group leader and the uncle walked over immediately. Except for the people guarding a few consoles who were afraid to leave their seats, they all heard the sound and leaned toward this side.

　　 The picture on the computer screen has been paused by pressing. It is the picture of Wang Sheng's dancing sword. Even if it is recorded and presented by cold electronic equipment, it still looks a little dreamy.

　　 The team leader frowned and asked, "Who is he?"

A young girl holding a portfolio immediately replied: "Wang Sheng, came with the Wudang Mountain delegation. She has been sitting in the auditorium in the morning without showing up. His road number is non-verbal, sorted according to the information we overheard. His master's name is Qingyanzi, and it is said that his cultivation base is already above the birth-birth stage."

　　 The paper cup in the hand of the team leader shook lightly, two drops of coffee spilled on his fingertips, but he didn't even notice the hot coffee.

　　 "You said, who is his master?"

　　 The little girl felt the change in the group leader's eyes, shivered subconsciously, and almost couldn't hold the portfolio.