The closer you are to Wudang Mountain, the further you are to your hometown.
After leaving the high-speed rail station, I turned back to the Wudang Mountain Gate. The small buildings and alleys in the town at the foot of the mountain gradually fell behind me, and a rich spiritual energy rushed over me.
Mu Wanxuan was still looking out the window, with the expression she had when she went down the mountain, but she was full of expectation when she left, and she still had a lot of expectation now.
I probably look forward to going down the mountain next time.
The senior sister had a problem with her words, and Wang Sheng could not directly ask her how she felt about this trip to Maoshan and her hometown. However, it can be seen that the senior sister was very happy, at least she didn't feel uncomfortable.
Looking for immortals and practicing Taoism can help you find the true words, and looking for freedom in the family of gods and immortals.
The word "free" seems stingy than the word "free and easy", but it also has a unique charm.
When he went up the mountain, Wang Sheng found that there were more people who took the initiative to say hello to him.
The popularity of his and his senior sister at the Maoshan Taoist exchange meeting was spread on the mountain that day by Zhou Yinglong, Zhao Zhao, Meng Hong and Hao Ling.
After all, communication is more convenient now, and there are also several communication groups of fellow disciples in Wudang Mountain, and the message transmission is so fast...
Nowadays, all the Taoist temples in the mountains and places where the Taoist practices are practiced in various places, we all know that Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan are the senior brothers, the advanced level of cultivation.
Wang Sheng's clear sword heart, seven-star sword intent, Mu Wanxuan's two-character Taoist rhyme, and the realm of fetal formation, should not be underestimated by anyone. He is already the "leader" of the younger generation of disciples in Wudang Mountain.
There are always people saying hello to him along the way, and Wang Sheng would nod his head with a smile, not go to greet him, and did not have a cold face.
During the years he was involved in a gang in his previous life, he suffered a lot of "experts". Wang Sheng did not want to be the kind of monk he once hated.
In front of the courtyard, Qing Yanzi stood with his hands behind his back, as if he had known when the two of them would return.
Seeing his master, Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan couldn't help but speed up.
The mountain road should have been cleaned, and some gaps that were disrepaired for a long time also had newly filled traces. It should have been arranged by Li Shiwu, the deputy head of the foreign affairs department in charge.
"Master!"
"Um!"
"You two, don't you keep a low profile this trip to Maoshan?"
Qing Yanzi had a stern face. When Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan looked at each other, they were a little nervous, the boss of the Xudan Realm smiled again.
Listen to the gentle voice of this Taoist Master Buyan:
"You are doing well. Although we live in Wudang Mountain, we are not the Taoist inheritance of Emperor Zhenwu, but we are also considered monks in Wudang Mountain.
This time you did not embarrass the Master, but you still need to return to your heart as soon as possible and continue to practice with peace of mind in the mountains.
The world is very big and there are countless people. Even if you are a teacher, you dare not be arrogant. Don’t underestimate the Taoist inheritance in the world because of your pride.”
Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan lowered their heads tacitly and said yes, and they naturally remembered the master's warning in their hearts.
Qing Yanzi smiled and waved his hand, "Go and have a look. Junior Brother Li brought some things yesterday, and there were two good items in it, which were considered as a reward for the two of you on this trip. He also had to go to Taihe Palace to discuss matters and bring you food to the evening."
After saying that, Qing Yanzi floated away with his hands behind his back, and took a step forward, as if he was about to return by the wind.
"It's only been a few days, why do you feel like your master is going to break through again?"
Wang Sheng muttered in a low voice, and Mu Wanxuan nodded deeply in agreement.
Qing Yanzi's accumulation is not inferior to that of the old Taoist generation on each mountain, and his realm of Taoism and understanding are even more than the older generation of monks in the world. At this time, the cultivation of Taoism quickly reached a terrifying state, which is not abnormal, but is not the most normal.
I looked at my senior sister, and for some reason, both of them chuckled, each carrying their suitcases, pushed open the newly renovated courtyard gate, and went to the north house excitedly.
There were a few things on the table, and the first thing Wang Sheng saw was the sheathed sword.
He is also a sword lover, and he knows that his master has always asked him to practice swords with wooden swords and dull swords, but at this time he saw a sword with a faint spiritual charm, and he really couldn't bear it.
He raised his hand and brushed his fingers through the scabbard made of some hard skin. Wang Sheng seemed to hear a sword sound.
This is by no means a long sword made by ordinary craftsmen.
Compared to his original Tai Chi Square Dance Sword, the hilt of this long sword was slightly wider, but the sword bore was narrower, and it seemed to be imitating the style of the ancient sword in the pre-Qin period.
He grabbed the long sword, but it was a little heavier than Wang Sheng thought. He held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, and the urge to draw the sword turned into a little reluctance.
He was afraid that he would be disappointed.
I was afraid that I would have too high expectations for this sword, so I would be disappointed when I saw the whole picture.
At this time, I can only believe in the foundation of Wudang Mountain.
The senior sister holding two antique green silk skirts on the side was also staring at the sword with curiosity.
Taking a light breath, Wang Sheng slowly pulled the long sword out of the scabbard. The sound made when the sword blade rubbed against the inner shell of the scabbard was Qingyue but it was not harsh at all.
The sword body is filled with light, its blade is as thin as a cicada's wing. There is a shallow blood groove in the middle of the sword body, but there seems to be rippling water waves on the sword surface.
That is the heaven and earth vitality entangled on this sword.
Near Jiantong, there are two small ancient characters. Wang Sheng read it gently, but it is the word "Wen Yuan".
I carefully injected a stream of true energy, but felt that it was not at all impeded by the injection of true energy. When this stream turned back to the meridians of my palm, there was a hint of coldness.
Sword Yuan?
This should be considered a magic weapon.
Although it is not as mysterious as Liu Yunzhi's golden jade clothes or Shi Qianzhang's crescent black jade, this ancient sword called Wen Yuan should be a weapon specially created for sword cultivators.
The true energy injected slowly increased, and the long sword buzzed, and the waves rippled on the sword body.
But soon, Wang Sheng felt that the sword's endurance had reached a certain limit, and injecting true energy would cause damage to the sword.
I sighed at first, then chuckled.
I sigh, of course, it is because although this sword is stronger than Fan Tie, the strongest ones are always limited.
It is still appropriate to use it in the realm of gathering spirits and forming a fetus, but after the level of cultivation, this sword cannot use its own cultivation.
After laughing again, Wang Sheng felt much more relaxed.
If Master Li Shiwu really brought him the magic weapon that was under the box of Wudangshan, then he would really owe Wudang Daocheng a favor.
The debt of favors is the most difficult to repay, and it is the same for monks.
Although this sword is a treasure, it is not the best. As a reward for this trip to Maoshan, it is reasonable.
"Senior sister, look," Wang Sheng handed the sword to his senior sister. Mu Wanxuan put down the dress she was holding in her hand and carefully picked up the sword.
"Um……"
Mu Wanxuan sang softly, then stroked her fingers on the blood groove of the sword body, and then shook her head gently at Wang Sheng.
She was talking, telling Wang Sheng not to be affected by this sword.
"Just rest assured, I won't use it to kill animals on purpose."
Mu Wanxuan brought the sword back, Wang Sheng put away the ancient sword and picked up the two black painted small notebooks that had just been pressed under the sword.
When you open it, you can see that there are one-inch ID photos of Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan, which record age, a nameless Taoist temple, and a master of Taoism.
This is the Taoist priest's proof of the two of them.
Wang Sheng’s Taoist age is three years, while his senior sister’s fifteen years. It should start from the beginning of his senior sister’s sensibility and memorization. After all, no one can be born to understand what it means to practice Taoism.
Mu Wanxuan took out another jade pendant under the antique silk skirts, held it in front of her for a while, and handed it to Wang Sheng with a smile.
"Now."
"Senior sister, this sword is for me, and the jade pendant is for you."
Mu Wanxuan shook her head gently and stubbornly pressed the jade pendant into Wang Sheng's hand. Then she slid her fingers on the phone and handed the screen to Wang Sheng.
‘Management in the world is invincible, the best in the universe’
The implication is that she cannot use this jade pendant that has the function of concentrating the soul and suppressing the soul, so she can wear it with her junior brother.
After all, Wang Sheng also has principles. He doesn't have time to take care of her senior sister, so how could she take advantage of the benefits she deserves?
This side insisted on giving, but this side refused to accept it. As a result, a few minutes later, the senior sister looked at Wang Sheng with some grievance.
The autumn eyes almost blew out of water, and Wang Sheng was suddenly at a loss.
"Sister Sister, don't worry..."
"Give."
"Then, wait for me for a while."
Wang Sheng turned around and walked to the inner room, and soon walked out with a long box in his arms.
"I originally wanted to wait for my senior sister's birthday to be a gift for me, but now I'll take it out first. If you want to give me something, you have to accept what I gave me."
Mu Wanxuan blinked and carried the long box over. She opened it with curiosity and found that there was a green jade flute inside.
"This is just a common thing, not a magic weapon, but I think it's pretty good. I used to buy it online."
Wang Sheng smiled embarrassedly, Mu Wanxuan was already holding the jade flute in her arms and gently stroked it, and she naturally liked it very much.
The jade pendant was eventually stuffed to Wang Sheng by his senior sister.
Holding it in your hand, you can feel a cool breath lingering in your heart. If you wear it while practicing, it can help people to abandon distracting thoughts and quickly enter into meditation.
This should not be considered a magic weapon, it is just a piece of jade that is contaminated with vitality and has excellent quality.
Woo--
Woo woo!
Suddenly there was a noise coming from beside him, and Mu Wanxuan was already sitting on the kang trying to make the jade flute sound.
Wang Sheng looked around for a while, shook his head and chuckled, and went back to the inner room to clean up with his suitcase.
Soon, Wang Sheng, who had already changed back to his usual dress of big shorts and shorts, dressed in flip-flops, jumped to the eaves of the roof again, and meditated and practiced in his own exclusive position.
Of course, there is inevitably a wooden board under his butt. After all, he is just a flesh-and-blood body in the late stage of the God-Concentration Realm, and his buttocks are also soft.
Today, there was an ancient sword with sheaths beside him, and a jade pendant was hung on the sword bore of the ancient sword.
Mu Wanxuan also changed into loose practice clothes and sat in meditation in the mountains not far from the courtyard gate. The jade flute was accompanied by her, and strands of vitality were lingering on it, and was slowly nourished by Mu Wanxuan.
In the evening, the sound of intermittent flutes floated in the forest, and Wang Sheng practiced with a sword in the open space in front of the courtyard.
Although it is not a melody, the sound of the flute is so melodious and pleasant, very soft.
After a while, Wang Sheng stood on a huge rock, looking at the colorful clouds of the West Mountain, his eyes showing a faint thought. He was thinking about how he, his senior sister and his master would go in the future.
When practicing Taoism, we should pay attention to the Dharma, wealth and land, and the word "wealth" is indispensable.
The master's Taoist inheritance has no mountain, and the word "content" is not as profound. It is just a small bronze box passed down by the ancestor.
The master is used to practicing cultivation, but his senior sister is not familiar with the world, but he has to consider it for his master.
Tsk, I suddenly feel the pride that I am a small pillar at home...
Chapter completed!