After Shi Qianzhang and others bid farewell and left, Mou Yue also had to go first to inspect the various arrangements of Wang Sheng and his team's future site. The courtyard, which was lively and not long after, returned to its usual quietness.
Wang Sheng sent someone back, but when he passed by Huilongguan, he couldn't help but stop, as if he was looking for the old book stall.
It was here that I was carrying two suitcases, carrying a little loss and aspiring for the future, and met the Taoist priest who was sleeping soundly on the chair.
I'm afraid not many people know that nowadays, the world-famous Taoist Changqing Yanzi, was famous. In addition to practicing Taoism, he often did some business selling "Wulin Secret Books" and "Wudang Mountain Holy Spring Water".
This is the real turning point in my life.
That morning, when I met my master for the second time here, Master Qing Yanzi had already cleaned up, put on a brand new Taoist robe, took a shower, and immediately returned to the peak of his appearance.
At that time, the master actually wanted to accept himself as his disciple. He must have been worried that he was just fascinated and came to the mountain to practice Taoism.
After all, the vitality of heaven and earth had not yet recovered at that time, and his family's inheritance had reached a point where he was almost broken, and only his master and his sister were left to maintain it.
I met my master, and my master also met his disciple.
Everything seems to have some kind of fate hidden, but the fate path is too complicated and it is too difficult to figure out.
After sweeping his sleeves, Wang Sheng stepped towards the path not far away, climbing up the steps step by step, touching the scene and remembering all the thoughts he had when he first walked this road.
I was very nervous at that time, afraid of being disliked by the "future" Tianlist boss...
Walking and stopping on this mountain road, Wang Sheng admired the scenery of Wudang Mountain. Although he was extremely familiar, he still felt that it was a different fit.
When he arrived at the gate of the yard, Wang Sheng suddenly couldn't take a step.
This time I go in and come out again, I will say goodbye to this small yard.
Although the master has no plans to "enroll" students to the outside world, their master cannot always be under the name of Wudang Mountain, and it should have its own mountain.
Originally, it was the most suitable to set up the mountain gate again and go to Zhongnan Mountain, but with Xilian, an unstable boss, you always have to avoid crowded places.
Since I went up the mountain at the age of seventeen, the spring flowers and autumn frost have rotated a lot. The young man then has now walked forward with his sword and understood the future path and path.
When he was in a daze, Mu Wanxuan walked out of the door of the main house with a few pieces of clothing, allowing Wang Sheng to turn around from his reverie and step into the courtyard.
"Senior sister, please help me collect my luggage. Before I leave, I want to sweep the yard."
"good!"
Mu Wanxuan responded with a chuckling, and her steps floated around lightly. She temporarily put half of her suitcase on hold and began to clean up Wang Sheng's clothes, shoes and socks.
Wang Sheng looked up and saw that Sister Fox Banxian was sitting on the eaves where she often meditated. Her slender legs were overlapping under her skirt, and her eyes were staring at the distant sky, with a little more ethereality in her charm.
What she was looking for should be where the Sword Sect was located.
I don’t know if the existence of an immortal is so close to that, and can overcome the arc of the earth and see Dajian Mountain at a glance.
Picking up the broom, Wang Sheng began to clean the already clean yard.
The central area of ​​the courtyard is obviously lower than all sides, which was slowly stepped on by Wang Sheng when he was practicing swords; especially during the period when he was gathering his mind, he sometimes couldn't control his true energy when practicing swords, and the Seven Star Steps often used excessive force.
Now his elegant seven-star step was slowly poured out with sweat back then, and it was quite difficult to think of the hardships here.
As long as you choose the right path, you will gain something if you work hard.
As if he wanted to clean up the traces he had once been here, Wang Sheng slowly cleaned up all parts of the courtyard, and the past situation continued to appear in his heart.
It was snowing heavily on the winter night, and I practiced swords in the snow, and my senior sister sat on the threshold and was quietly tracing;
In the hot summer, I sat cross-legged under the scorching sun to comprehend the practice. I competed with myself and insisted on understanding the few words of the Pure Yang Immortal Art. Instead, I fell into the inferior position and thought hard for a long time but failed to achieve success.
When he swept to a corner, Wang Sheng saw a pile of wooden swords he had used that year.
Most of these wooden swords were made for him by the master, and he felt quite distressed when he broke them; but the master would always say that nothing happened and would quickly cut and cut them secretly, making two or three more hands for him.
At the beginning, Wang Sheng simply thought that his master was too poor and could not afford to use the iron sword;
Later, after a little bit of realm, I realized that the master wanted to understand the sword itself at the beginning, rather than the sword itself as a weapon.
Being able to worship under the master is the greatest blessing in my life.
If Master Qing Yanzi had no unreserved teaching and meticulous care, how could he have been in the Void Pill Realm today?
Therefore, when the master was seriously injured, he would almost lose control and feel full of anger.
Young people will always have some impulsiveness. If it is for the impulse of the master, senior sister, and family, even if he pays the price for it, Wang Sheng will not regret it at all.
"Um?"
Wang Sheng's eyes lit up, and he saw that there were two wooden swords among the wooden swords that seemed to be not damaged.
He leaned over and picked up the two wooden swords, brushed his fingers across the patterns on the wooden sword, and looked at the hilt of the unmade sword, and his eyes became a little warmer.
This should be the wooden sword that the master has not finished. Perhaps the master did not expect that he could break through the realm so quickly. He temporarily stopped making these two wooden swords and made a special sword for himself for Tai Chi sword dance...
Putting down the broom, Wang Sheng walked to the center of the yard with a wooden sword, thinking about the first time his master used the Seven-Star Sword Technique to himself.
At that time, I was shocked by my master's sword skills. Even though the energy of heaven and earth had not yet recovered, my master could actually take a picture of his sword, which really shocked me.
When he came out of the sword, the wooden sword made a slight roar. Wang Sheng restrained his true energy and recalled the feeling of his initial practice of sword moves. He slowly used a set of seven-star sword formations.
Although he was looking for the feeling of the past and recalling the situation of the past, Wang Sheng’s sword realm is now not low, and there is no longer any pause between moves.
He stepped on the Seven Star Steps, and this time he did not pursue change or speed. He just walked slowly according to the basic movement of the Seven Star Steps, and cooperated with the wooden sword in his hand to make a move.
Without thinking much, Wang Sheng was immersed in the memories and the joy of using the Seven-Star Sword Formation for the first time. The smile at the corner of his mouth was calm and relaxed. The moves made by the wooden sword were gentle and soft, exuding a faint sense of lightness.
Huh?
The rooftop blinked at Xilian, who was ecstatic in the distance, looked down at the figure of the sword dancing in the yard, and a little surprise flashed through her eyes.
Just as a breeze blew across the courtyard, Wang Shengchang's hair was raised, and the wooden sword seemed to merge into the wind, slowly rising and falling with the breeze.
After the breeze blew, Wang Sheng's sword formation was just over, and he raised the wooden sword and stood in the center of the courtyard, quietly experiencing the various gains that emerged in his heart...
The sword moves by hand, the hand moves by thinking by mind, the thought arises by mind, and the mind arises with the way.
The sword path is my way, on the contrary, my way is the sword path.
The sword and I are both the medium between me and Tao, the manifestation of Tao in my hands, and the Tao itself...
After a while, Wang Sheng sighed softly.
This sigh was a little regretful, a little satisfaction, and a kind of relief that was similar to untied the knot.
As the sigh continued, a mysterious Taoist rhyme filled Wang Sheng's body. Although it was only two seconds, his own Taoist realm took a step forward.
Since then, the hidden dangers of forcibly improving cultivation to the mid-stage of the Void Pill in the past few months have been erased by the improvement of the Dao Realm. Moreover, Wang Sheng will not encounter bottlenecks or obstacles for the time being when practicing backwards.
Opening his eyes, he looked at the wooden sword in his hand, Wang Sheng chuckled and threw the wooden sword back to his original position. Seeing that his senior sister was walking from the house with her suitcase, he hurriedly met him.
The mysterious Taoist rhyme around him suddenly dissipated.
"I'll do it, senior sister."
"Well," Mu Wanxuan was naturally happy and handed the suitcase to Wang Sheng.
More than ten minutes later.
Mu Wanxuan and Xilian were waiting outside. Wang Sheng checked everywhere again, closed the door tightly, and then walked out with his suitcase.
After closing the yard gate, Wang Sheng took two steps back and bowed to the yard. Then he turned around and chased Xilian and his senior sister who had already begun to go down the mountain.
At the end of this mountain road, Gao Shixing and several Taoist priests were waiting quietly, so they naturally came to see Wang Sheng off.
Zhou Yinglong didn't want the sadness of parting to affect his heart, so he hid and never came to see each other again.
Wang Sheng was afraid that Xilian and his senior sister would wait too long, so he used his step method to rush over and talked to several Taoist masters. Gao Shixing just told Wang Sheng not to neglect his sword practice and would continue to discuss with Wang Sheng in the future.
Several Taoist priests kept sending them outside the mountain gate and watched them get onto the vehicle arranged by the investigation team before turning back to the mountain.
"Finally, I'm going to say goodbye to Wudang for the time being."
Wang Sheng sat in the passenger seat and looked at the gate of Wudang Mountain. He smiled freely and did not think too much.
In the back seat, Xilian and Mu Wanxuan were already leaning against each other and began to play small games together to compete for the speed of leveling. They would never be lonely along the way.
Just when Wang Sheng left Wudang Mountain...
There are countless meters below the bottom of Pingdu Mountain, the towering city in the central area of ​​the "Little Underworld".
There is not a dark sun in the underworld. There is dim light everywhere, and there is dark yin energy everywhere.
The city is empty, and at the center of the city is a rift valley. Under the rift, ghosts cry endlessly, and eleven halls are floating in the "sky" above the rift.
Suddenly, within a radius of thousands of miles, the yin energy in the underworld continued to surge, and a long howl came from a hall somewhere suspended above the rift, which contained endless unwillingness and pain.
A white shadow flew over very quickly, flew out from a hall floating in the air, and rushed towards another towering palace very quickly...
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(Volume 3·End)
Chapter completed!