It was quiet in the Daocang Hall. Wang Sheng stood there and maintained the same posture for a long time. Mu Wanxuan, who was sitting outside the hall gate, was also trapped in a state of meditation and enlightenment.
Gradually, Wang Sheng's aura began to rise slightly, but the rise was very weak, and he did not alarm the senior sister outside the hall.
I don’t know when, and how long it took, Wang Sheng’s breath stopped and rose, gradually returning to stability. A light sound came from his body like a fingertip touching the strings of a piano. The Daoyun around him turned back, and a turbid air gathered from the lower dantian and sank into the Tao body, and then...
puff.
Master Wang opened his eyes immediately, looked around and saw that there seemed to be no one around him. He sprinkled out pieces of pure yang magic power, wrapping the turbid air, and his face was a little embarrassed.
This sudden enlightenment made Wang Sheng take a small step forward in his cultivation level, and in a relatively short period of time, he broke through and entered the middle stage of the rebirth realm.
The realm of rebirth is the process of the transformation of the Nascent Soul towards the primordial spirit, the swearing of the physical body towards the body of the immortal spirit, it is a process of sublimation and transformation. It is normal to suddenly break through and discharge some of the "turbid air" eliminated by the Taoist body.
It's definitely not a gastrointestinal discomfort!
Looking at the senior sister who was meditating at the door, Master Wang took the turbid air and quietly arrived at a small window in the Daocang Hall, drifted out silently, scattering the turbid air in the mountains and forests.
Turning out from behind the Daocang Hall, Wang Sheng was also "shocked" by the scene in front of him.
Could it be that I had realized it for a year or two in one sudden enlightenment?
I took out my cell phone and looked at the time. It was just nine days before the Sword School’s ‘Ranking Ceremony’, how...
Wang Sheng flew into the air lightly, hanging for dozens of meters.
Looking into the eyes, there was a small bamboo forest in front of the Daocang Hall, and the bamboo forest was filled with clouds and mist, which obviously had a mysterious trap.
As you look past this bamboo forest, there are many more arrangements around the main hall. There are a group of stone sculptures of the "Eight Immortals" behind the hall, which is the "official group" of the ancestor. Each stone sculpture is lifelike and has its own characteristics.
Tieguai Li resting in the shade of the tree, Lan Caihe, a beautiful young actor holding orchid grass, staring at the fairy He Xiangu in the distance, and Han Xiangzi was playing the flute beside Chun Yangzi...
Each stone sculpture is like being processed based on the original stone veins, giving people a natural feeling and should be very precious.
Around the stone sculptures of the Eight Immortals, there is an idle garden, a false scene made of strange stones, and a clear water pool that is like a Tai Chi diagram. There are also a few koi with a little spirituality swimming in the pool.
Such a scenery was also arranged by Master and 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 cheesy, but it's considered a question.
They are from the Sword Sect, and their main focus is sword moves. It is normal to build a stone sword more than ten meters high in the center of the square.
There are more flowerbed bonsai around the square, and the ornamental plants are planted inside, which are a bit like the varieties that are often used in urban greening, but they can be integrated with the scenery on the mountain.
There are also many branches of plum trees on the west side of the hall. With the help of surrounding formations and rich vitality, these branches have already sprouted tender buds.
When monks grow flowers, they can completely ignore the natural growth laws.
In time, there should be plum blossoms on the west side of the hall, and there should be several elegant lofts deep in the plum blossoms.
Wang Sheng's spiritual consciousness swept over. The attic on the far left should be Xilian's "boolroom". It was covered by a formation and could not see it in himself, but he thought it was playing games, so the picture was easy to repair.
Next to it is the small building where Xiao Miao and Chi Wen live. They can take care of each other even if they live together, so they will not be too lonely alone.
Master Jingyun’s residence is even more secret, and the two empty buildings should be left for future female disciples.
Compared to the scene on the west side, the east side of the main hall seems to be more practical.
A "thassin cottage" with only eight pillars is built around it. There are some hangings around it, and there are two rows of low tables and cushions, which seem to be used for teaching.
Of course, this may also be a canteen.
Behind the cottage is a flat land, with a layer of formation ban buried underground, a weapon stand is placed in the corner, and more than ten ancient swords are placed on it.
This should be the supporting facilities of the canteen. For new disciples, there is a place to take a walk to eat?
Wang Sheng immediately smiled and his body slowly fell down.
There are two rows of houses in the distance of the cottage, which are exquisitely built. This place should be prepared for male disciples, but the number of houses has reached more than ten, which may be considered for the residences to recruit disciples in the future.
Near the Daozang Hall, you can use spiritual consciousness to sweep it, and there are three lofts built on the edge of the cliff. The master's breath is at the highest terrain, and two are idle.
It should be prepared for myself and my senior sister...
Although Master Wang wanted to say, "One seat is enough", he still should not be too presumptuous in front of his master.
Falling in front of the cottage, feeling the gentle breeze, and looking at the details of the place.
Seeing a low table with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, Wang Sheng couldn't help but walk over. He lowered his head and saw two lines of brush writing written crookedly on the paper.
At this time, there were still a few of them on the mountain, and Monk Huaijing was not here either. He must have gone back to Tianlong Temple to stay in the house when he saw that he had not lived here.
Master, senior sister, and uncle all have beautiful calligraphy, let alone Xilian. At that time, Zen Master Santong not only taught her to practice, but also taught her piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. The calligraphy could not be so ugly.
Junior sister Chi Wen has also practiced for many years and has already achieved the temperament of Master Jingyun sixty or seventy percent. Under the influence of Uncle Master, her brushwork will not be too bad.
Looking at the handwriting, except for Wang Xiaomiao, who is not used to writing with a brush, there will be no one else.
However, although this word is a bit ugly, it can be seen clearly...
"It is difficult for snobbish friends to pass far away. When a scholar knows each other, the warmth does not increase the luster and the cold does not change the leaves. It can keep the four seasons away and the dangers of the barbarians will become stronger."
Wang Sheng read it once and then blinked. Isn’t this a sentence from Zhuge Kongming’s “essay”?
Xiao Miao's reading volume is pretty good.
When he was intrigued, Master Wang sat cross-legged, rolled up his sleeves and grinded his feet, thought about it, picked up his pen and started to walk vertically, and wrote a famous saying that contained the ultimate mystery of life:
‘Study hard and improve every day.’
Then he finished his writing with satisfaction and admired his masterpiece.
This kind of idleness and sitting in the empty courtyard is also a unique artistic conception...
At this moment, Wang Sheng's spiritual consciousness noticed the figure of his senior sister flying slowly, and picked up his pen again. He wanted to hold up a few hidden poems with his senior sister's name, but after working hard for a while, he only wrote down the word "Wanxuan".
Before he could say anything, the senior sister had already arrived behind her. Her slender hand jumped over Wang Sheng's shoulder, hugged his neck, and knelt on the cushion, put her chin gently on Wang Sheng's shoulder, looking at the pen and ink on the paper.
He turned his head and looked at her, and then he chuckled slightly.
The mountain breeze came slowly, blowing a few curtains, and lifting up her soft black hair;
As birds sing far and near, Wang Sheng raised his pen and wrote a few poems, and he was unconsciously intoxicated.
In the attic behind the mountain, Qing Yanzi, who had changed into a loose robe, stood with his hands behind his back in the attic behind the mountain, staring at the scene in the cottage from afar, unable to help but smile.
The eldest disciple and the second disciple came together, and as the master, he felt relieved that he felt the two big words.
Very reassuring.
The master initially wanted to match the younger brothers, but in fact, it was more out of trust in the character of the second disciple. He thought that his eldest disciple was easily deceived and had no social ability;
Later, the more I looked at it, the more I felt that my two apprentices became more and more compatible.
The eldest disciple has strong qualifications and good understanding. The second disciple has suffered hardships and is willing to work hard. Looking at the young talents in the world of Taoism, both of them are quite outstanding.
If I could become a Taoist couple like this, I would really fulfill my regret back then...
Qing Yanzi yawned. The days of arrangement and hard work made him feel quite tired, but finally the arrangements were already in full shape. In the future, he would have to repair them a little bit after more disciples of the sects.
Then, Qing Yanzi remembered the luck that Huai Jing mentioned that day.
Thinking of the shocked warning, Qing Yanzi couldn't help but frown, and his brows became deeper and deeper.
The theory of luck is too illusory. If the second disciple's luck cannot be concealed, it may be the root of Xiaosheng's future disaster.
Some things are forever and have no life. If you have such luck, it is a good thing to get it with advanced cultivation, but at this time it is very dangerous.
But I can't use this reason to force Xiaosheng to stay on earth to practice.
Qing Yanzi still clearly remembered how bright his eyes were when Wang Sheng pointed to the starry sky...
As a master, don’t you just have to worry about your disciples?
After the ceremony was opened, I would search for ancient books and see if there was any way to conceal my luck.
Of course, luck is rare, and you cannot destroy this great luck with your own hands; as long as you temporarily cover this luck and avoid observing the method of looking at the qi, these problems will naturally be solved.
"The ancestor doesn't know whether it's life or death. If he can get the ancestor to give him some advice, he might be much more worry-free."
Qing Yanzi slowly shook his head, then yawned, untied his robe, and went to bed on the wooden bed beside him.
Unfortunately, Taoist Master Buyan did not dream, let alone the ancestor would have a dream.
The day before the ceremony began, Qing Yanzi had a good rest and left the attic to summon the initial members of the Chunyang Sword Sect to discuss tomorrow's major events.
At this time, the personnel of the Chunyang Sword Sect are:
Three people from the head of the sect are from the lineage, Qing Yanzi, Mu Wanxuan, and Wang Sheng;
The two people who are not directed in teaching, Jingyun and Chi Wen;
The two honorary elders: the fox, half fairy, Xilian, and the celestial immortal, Wang Xiaomiao.
"I plan to recruit four more disciples, one servant and one chef before accepting disciples."
Qing Yanzi said: "Now, outside the mountain gate, there are hundreds or thousands of casual cultivators gathered at the foot of the mountain. Today's task is to handle these things.
Xiaosheng, Senior Xilian, you are the highest-level people in our sword sect, so the task of recruiting the sect will be handed over to you.
Junior sister, Xiaowen, you two are responsible for recruiting a slaughter.
The conditions that the disciples can give are that each month is equivalent to the treatment of formal disciples in the sect, and they can receive spirit stones, elixirs, talismans, magic weapons, and some non-direct magic can be practiced, and the treatment of traits is only half that of the disciples.
The daily task is to patrol the mountains, and if any foreign enemies fight together.
If there are wandering Taocheng who wants to rely on us, if there are only two or three people, let them come to talk to us.”
Wang Sheng nodded and agreed. Compared with other Taoist inheritances, the Chunyang Sword Sect had just established a sect, and the conditions for the "sector" were already very good.
It's just that the quota is a little less.
Wang Xiaomiao raised her hand and spoke: "Master! Do the chef have any requirements?"
"It's good to cook, so it's best to know more cuisines. Whether you have a cultivation level or not is not important, you should also pay attention to your mentality and appearance."
Mu Wanxuan immediately gave his master a thumbs up.
"Okay," Qing Yanzi smiled, "In the future, we will practice in this sword sect. Not only disciples, but you and I will also abide by the rules......uh."
While speaking, Qing Yanzi hung a few black lines on his forehead and silently covered his eyes.
"What's wrong with Master? Are you feeling uncomfortable suddenly?" Wang Sheng asked worriedly.
"No, I seem to have forgotten to consider the rules of the sect..."
Chapter completed!