The First Sword of the Earth

One in front and one in the back, two streamers of light rushed out of the atmosphere very quickly, chasing back and forth in the deep cosmic space.

But the white stream of light in front flew faster and faster, and the fire light that was constantly chasing after it quickly reached its extreme speed, and could only watch helplessly as the distance between the two increased rapidly.

Wang Sheng gritted his teeth and forcefully urged the Akabane volley, the three-legged Golden Crow in the flames gathered its wings like a sharp arrow, and its speed increased again!

In the main hall of the Chunyang Sword Sect, everyone is looking at the crushed stone statue in astonishment, feeling the old-fashioned words that appeared in their hearts...

The first person to react was Xi Lian, who knew how to speak old-fashioned tunes.

She pursed her lips and sighed softly, staring at the stone statue, wondering what she was thinking.

Qing Yanzi leaned on the seat and sat down slowly, with a bit of sadness in his eyes.

What the Grandfather said was:

'I am a frustrated person on the road to immortality, so why do I need to add incense and offer it.

The inheritors of my immortal way must remember, don't ask about the past, and practice with peace of mind. After the flying immortals of the Ming Dynasty, they should not publicize themselves, and should not inquire about the wars of the past.

Heaven is gone, I have no power to protect you, and I have no power to take care of you. If there is nothing unavoidable, just live in a corner with peace of mind.

What is the use of longevity?

What's the use of being happy?

If you step on the end of the immortal road, you will only feel helpless, and everything under the great road will be uneven. '

The hall was a little quiet, and the Taoist priests from other Taoism who witnessed this scene were also in mixed emotions at the moment.

Dao Xin was shocked, feeling the pessimistic words he heard just now, and didn't know what to say for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, I thought that the ancestors of the Chunyang Sword Sect can still manifest spirits. Their families have inherited the Dao, so many disciples, and worshiped for so many years, but there is nothing similar to them. Could it be that their ancestors...

But then, they realized that the problem seemed not so simple.

The Chunyang Sword Sect is not the only family that enshrines Chunyangzi, they have not received such admonitions from the patriarch?

What is the 'say' here?

It was really hard to understand for a while.

Qing Yanzi sighed softly, looked at the three little apprentices in front of him, and raised his hand to beckon them to come forward.

Mu Wanxuan went to the statue of the patriarch, picked up the gravel, wrapped it in a ball of mana, sent it back to the place where the stone statue was damaged, filled it with the gravel, and sealed a slow Rotating Taichi diagram.

Wang Xiaomiao blinked, and couldn't help but walk to Xilian, and asked what the ancient tunes the patriarch said just now meant, and Xilian translated it in detail.

"Sister," Wang Xiaomiao said in a low voice, holding Xi Lian's arm, "don't worry, at least this is good news, the Heavenly Court Immortal is still alive."

Xi Lian, who was originally depressed, couldn't help showing a little smile, snuggled up with Wang Xiaomiao, and continued to stare at the sculpture.

How should we look at this matter?

Chunyangzi survived, so what can it mean?

Daoist Qinglin was at the bottom of both sides of the war. With the counterattack of Heavenly Court, even if Daoist Qinglin has improved, the probability of surviving the final battle is not high.

He is just a symbol of the earth's monastic world in ancient times, but in terms of the entire power of the heavenly court, it is very common.

And the pessimism revealed in Chun Yangzi's words, the negative emotions expressed, seem to prove the fact that Heaven no longer exists...

"Master, I'm a little tired," Xi Lian said, "Go back and rest first."

Qing Yanzi nodded with a smile, Wang Xiaomiao hurriedly followed behind Xi Lian, and also retreated.

"cough!"

Qing Yanzi cleared his throat, and said: "Jing'an, Liu Ji, you two go forward to offer incense, and when your second senior brother comes back later, I will give you Dao names as a master."

"Yes, Master."

The fourth and fifth elders bowed their heads in response. They didn't know what happened at this moment, but they just obeyed the order and put the burning incense in their hands into the incense burner.

Smoke curled up in the hall, but it always made people feel that something was missing.

Waiting and waiting, Wang Sheng still did not return. A few hours later, seeing that the three little fellows were really unable to hold on, Qing Yanzi said to let the ceremony continue, bestowed the Dao name, and entertained the three new disciples at the same time. Parents, relatives and friends eat together.

As time went by, the atmosphere in the hall gradually became more lively. Several Taoist priests and Qing Yanzi exchanged cups and talked about new things in the world of Taoism;

The three new apprentices also sat with their respective families, nagging and being nagged, telling and being told.

The Chunyang Sword Sect can't help the family members of the disciples to go up the mountain to visit their children, but they also remind them that this will affect the monk's Taoism.

If you want to step on the road to immortality, you must be different from the mundane world.

At nightfall, the three pairs of parents stayed on the mountain to sleep with Wei Lin and the three of them for the night. The Taoist priests had already left, and Qing Yanzi would send his relatives down the mountain to leave later.

That night, there was also a little more warmth and reluctance in the Pure Yang Sword Sect.

Parents all hope that their children will have a good future, live longer, be more capable, and be able to protect themselves in an environment full of uncertainties in the future; and as a price, they will entrust their children to Chunyang Sword faction...

It is written in the school rules of Chunyang Sword Sect that disciples in the Foundation Establishment Stage can only go down the mountain to visit their parents every two years, except for those who have serious family problems.

The next afternoon, after the three couples were sent down the mountain by Qingyanzi and Jingyun, the Chunyang Sword Sect was finally on the right track.

The three little apprentices were led by Chi Wen to practice a set of simple sword techniques. From today onwards, it will be difficult for the three of them to be idle.

It's just that Wang Sheng has disappeared without a trace and there is no news, which makes people somewhat worried, and they don't know where he went after him.

Compared with the individual planets, the space of the universe is really too vast.

On the twenty-third day after Wang Shengfei left, in Mu Wanxuan's attic, female cultivators from the Sword Sect got together to drink tea and chat.

Qing Yanzi was teaching three young apprentices to recite the Daoist scriptures in the thatched cottage, and Chi Wen was ordered to listen in. The scene... always seemed like a funny Chinese teacher doing classical Chinese analysis in a middle school class.

"Hey, will my brother just fly out of the Immortal Forbidden Land and don't want us?" Wang Xiaomiao blinked, then burst into tears, and took the opportunity to run to the arms of Senior Sister for comfort.

Mu Wanxuan sighed, and patted Wang Xiaomiao's back lightly, but in her heart she only cared about Wang Sheng's safety.

Xi Lian sneered, "Didn't His Highness Yaoyun say that with your brother's current foot strength, it won't be a few years before he can fly to the edge of the Immortal Forbidden Land, don't think about it, after eating snacks, go play games with Elder Sister , the team is short of milk and t these days."

"I didn't think about it, but now the Taoists of various families have spread the news, saying that our patriarch appeared and took my elder brother away." Wang Xiaomiao sighed faintly, "The rumors have changed. It’s so fast, it’s clear that the real version was circulated at the very beginning.”

Jingyun said: "Probably, everyone in the world wants to hear what they want to hear, and monks are no exception."

Xilian turned on the phone and opened a model map of the starry sky. She seemed to be calculating something, but she quickly rolled her eyes and threw the phone to Wang Xiaomiao.

"Forget it, when will your brother come back?"

But Wang Xiaomiao threw the phone back directly, and said with a smile: "If my deduction is correct, it should be half a year later."

"Half a year?" Mu Wanxuan couldn't help being taken aback.

Wang Xiaomiao nodded slightly, and said seriously: "If my brother could catch up to that box, he must have caught up now, and if he couldn't catch up at the beginning, there is a high probability that he won't be able to catch up later.

Then my brother's worried nature must have wanted to go to the big shielding formation located in the asteroid belt to see what arrangements the immortals left there.

According to my master's calculation of my brother's flight speed and the direction my brother left, it may take at least three months to reach the asteroid belt.

That's not going to the moon, the asteroid belt is between the orbits of Mars and Jupiter.

And considering everything, my brother will not waste too much time flying to the entrance and exit of the Immortal Forbidden Land. After ensuring that the enchantment is still in operation, he will think about coming back and take his senior sister and eldest sister to the Moon Palace to practice together and quickly improve his strength.

I can even imagine it now... When my brother comes back, he must have a gloomy face. First he will whisper a few words with the head of the sect, and then he will give us an impassioned speech, encouraging us to practice quickly. "

Speaking of this, Wang Xiaomiao couldn't help complaining: "Everyone, please cooperate and don't demolish my brother's platform."

Xi Lian immediately sneered, Mu Wanxuan raised her hand and patted Wang Xiaomiao's head, with a bit of blame in her eyes.

So, half a year later...

...

The monastic world has been very peaceful in the past six months, and the news that Wang Sheng was taken away by Patriarch Chunyang only spread for a few days before losing popularity.

Instead, the officials called a meeting of Taoists from various schools. Qing Yanzi was busy teaching his apprentices, and it was Jingyun who attended the meeting as the deputy head.

At the meeting, the official put forward a proposal to "regulate the entry of monks into the secular world", and let each Daoist inheritance make their own opinions and discuss.

Then the official proposed the idea of ​​gathering spiritual veins near Kunlun Mountain and using a large formation to build a real "small plane of cultivation world".

But again, this is just a suggestion, and we are soliciting opinions from various families.

Within the Pure Yang Sword Sect, the changes are not too obvious.

The disciples are diligent in practicing, the back kitchen is busy cooking, and the handymen are also very leisurely.

It's just that the senior sister doesn't meditate for too long each time, and will stand by the window every few days, watching the direction Wang Sheng left that day.

The three little apprentices have all grown a bit taller, and Qi Qi has entered the late stage of the Concentrating Breath Realm, and has also mastered a set of basic sword skills.

Qing Yanzi's days of teaching his disciples were very fulfilling, perhaps because he was suddenly free and didn't have to run around in the secular world.

In just half a year, Qing Yanzi has made three small breakthroughs.

On the one hundred and ninety-second day after Wang Sheng left, a shooting star appeared in the sky and hovered directly above the Chunyang Hall, releasing its own breath.

Naturally, Wang Sheng was promoted.

For a moment, the entire Chunyang Sword Sect was alarmed. Mu Wanxuan, who was in retreat, stopped to comprehend the way of yin and yang, dissipated the Taoist rhymes around her, breathed a sigh of relief, opened the window and flew to the direction of the main hall.

At this time, Wang Sheng was full of travel and dust, his eye circles were darkened, and his tiredness could not be concealed.

Looking at the senior sister who flew over first and hovered in front of him, Wang Sheng felt a little guilty; Mu Wanxuan shook her head slightly, with a reassuring smile on her lips.

Just come back safely.

"Xiao Sheng? Have you caught up?" Qing Yanzi's voice came from the hall.

Wang Sheng shook his head solemnly, and said, "Master, take a step to speak."

"Okay!" Qing Yanzi immediately opened the enchantment of the hall, and Wang Sheng dragged Mu Wanxuan into it.

Xi Lian and Jing Yun, who were rushing over, blinked, and then thought of something. Their smiles were a little weird, and they looked at Wang Xiaomiao with an innocent face.

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