Chapter 380 Traveling with Sword Sect

Qingyun Shu Road Gutianguan, emerald peaks condense into Dajian Mountain.

On the winding mountain road, Wang Sheng and his party were climbing up the steps, admiring the scenery of the rolling swords of Shu Mountain.

Wang Sheng walked in the front, wearing a blue Taoist robe, two sky blue hair bands, and carrying a spiritless sword with sheath on his back.

This outfit can also match his 'status in the world' at this time.

Wang Xiaomiao took Mu Wanxuan's arm and deliberately slowed down the trip;

Before coming, Wang Sheng secretly told Wang Xiaomiao the real purpose of going out this trip - to take the senior sister to relax.

Xiao Miao expressed her full cooperation and took the opportunity to request to reduce her daily cultural class homework, but Wang Sheng ruthlessly refused.

Sister Xilian was too lazy to go out, so naturally she didn't follow; the investigation team felt that Wang Sheng and his party were unlikely to have an accident, so they didn't show up much.

At this time, the situation in the Dahua Kingdom is stable, and there is no friction between the various Taoisms in the monastic world. Although there are occasional incidents of monks committing crimes in various places, Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan, two top-ranked masters in the heaven list, can also walk around without incident. .

"Brother, why are we suddenly coming to Jianzong?" Wang Xiaomiao asked in a low voice.

"Don't you want to learn the art of controlling the sword?" Wang Sheng said with a smile, "The art of controlling the sword is the secret of Jianzong. It was only by chance that your brother and I learned it back then. If you want to learn it, you must get the permission of Jianzong."

"by chance?"

Wang Xiaomiao blinked. The stories she had heard over and over since childhood were that Wang Sheng's 'heroic leap' saved countless lives.

Just as Wang Sheng wanted to explain a few words out loud, the senior sister had already taken out her mobile phone, tapped her fingertips on the virtual screen, and typed out the events of the year vividly, supplemented by a few emoticons.

It can also be described as both pictures and texts.

What the senior sister said naturally has an element of artistic processing, deliberately exaggerating how difficult the "Sword Seventy-Two" is, and how many swordsman geniuses failed to break through the level. In the end, Wang Sheng stepped out and passed the level in one breath...

"Brother, how did you do it?" Wang Xiaomiao's eyes were not shocked, but full of curiosity.

"Luck is a big part of it," Wang Sheng chuckled, and then he said, "there is also the guidance and guidance that my master gave me back then.

Let me be temporarily ahead of other sword cultivators of the same generation.

Sword Seventy-Two's own restrictions are very awkward, only young people can go in and try, and each person can only try once.

At that time, I was able to persevere, largely because of my yearning for Yujianshu. "

While speaking, Wang Sheng drew his left hand to his chest, and the seven-colored glow merged into a Feixia sword, and he handed it to Wang Xiaomiao, "This fairy-grade flying sword was given to me by the sword seventy-two senior Zhenling.

Because of its existence, I have won many powerful enemies, and killed many monsters, and saved myself from danger several times.

This time, I will also take you to pay homage to this old-timer. "

Wang Xiaomiao poked the Feixia sword with her finger, and the Feixia sword blew repeatedly, seeming to resist.

The fairy sword has long recognized its owner, and even Wang Sheng's blood-related sisters cannot touch it.

However, the senior sister at the side also stretched out a finger, and poked the Feixia sword with great interest; the Feixia sword shook the sword body, and let out a clear sword cry.

There is no need for Wang Sheng to explain, this is Fei Jian's expression of joy and intimacy.

Wang Xiaomiao immediately turned to the wall and closed herself. The senior sister frowned slightly and looked at Feixiajian, and hurried over to comfort Xiao Miao's shoulders.

The reason for being treated differently is also very simple. Wang Sheng and his senior sister practice together day and night, and Fei Xiajian is already very familiar with Mu Wanxuan's aura, that's all.

It's not a sword of "seeing color and forgetting righteousness"!

Soon, Wang Xiaomiao walked out of the shadow caused by being scorned by the sword, laughing and laughing with her senior sister, running back and forth on the mountain road.

When approaching the gate of Jianzong Mountain, Wang Daochang said with a smile: "Xiao Miao, seeing the ups and downs of the mountains in the distance, can you think of some poems that are more suitable for the occasion?"

Wang Xiaomiao rolled her eyes and complained, "Brother, just talk about it when you think about it, and you don't have to drag your sister every time to lay the groundwork for you."

"I'm just checking to see if you've missed your culture class," Wang Sheng said with a stern face, "Well, let me say the first sentence, and you take the next sentence."

"No, you're so old-fashioned," Wang Xiaomiao resolutely refused, then pouted, "Brother, let me test you!

You must follow the half line of my poem to continue the next half line, but you must express a different artistic conception from the original poem! It must also be neat! How about it, brother, are you afraid? "

Wang Daochang and Mu Wanxuan glanced at each other, the latter had already smiled into crescent moons; Wang Daochang gladly accepted the challenge, and the word 'fear' had been deducted from Jianxiu's dictionary.

Xiao Miao groaned for a few moments, then said in a steady voice: "Listen up, but the Dragon City Flying General is here!"

Wang Sheng said calmly: "From now on, the king will not go to court early."

Xiao Miao snapped her fingers, "This feeling can be turned into a memory!"

Daoist Wang is completely true, "At that time, only Taoism was common."

"You!" Wang Xiaomiao's pretty eyes widened, "Do you know all these scumbags?"

"This is all a routine from 20 or 30 years ago. Our parents played leftovers when they were young!" Wang Sheng snorted, "The ancient culture of the Dahua Kingdom is extensive and profound, and there are many such versatile poems."

The senior sister at the side was suddenly confused. Before she had time to type the line on the virtual screen, "Why what you said is different from what I recited?", the siblings had already started a series of verbal hegemony.

"A moment in spring night is worth a thousand gold!" "It's not as good as Wang Lun's love for me."

"Looking up to the sky and going out laughing!" "No one knew it was Lychee."

"Death before leaving the teacher!" "Don't teach Huma to go to Yinshan Mountain."

"Grandpa and mother heard that the daughter is coming!" "Hanging on the southeast branch."

"The old man is talking about being a teenager!" "A pear tree crushes crabapples."

"Pfft!" Wang Xiaomiao immediately vomited blood, her forehead covered by her bangs was covered with black lines.

Wang Sheng raised his hand and rubbed Wang Xiaomiao's head, and taught earnestly: "Study hard, you are still young, don't worry about cultivating Taoism; if you want to reduce stress in cultural classes, this road will definitely not work for the time being, continue. Read more."

Wang Xiaomiao suddenly turned around and threw herself into the arms of her senior sister, sobbing, and the senior sister patted her on the back full of sympathy.

At this moment, several spiritual senses swept across, Wang Sheng coughed dryly, and said: "The elders of Jianzong are coming, stop making trouble, and pay attention to your image."

"Oh!" Wang Xiaomiao agreed, and instantly returned to normal. She held her senior sister's hand and obediently followed behind her brother.

Soon, there was loud laughter in the air, and the familiar round-faced Taoist priest shouted from a distance:

"Flying Donkey! Bah! Feiyu, Feiyu! I'm looking forward to you! Come and teach the disciples of the Sword Sect to practice swords!"

Wang Sheng laughed, and waited quietly for the elders of Jianzong to come down. Looking at Fei Lianzi's rosy face and round body, he knew that his practice life in these years was quite nourishing.

"I've seen Daoist Fei Lian," Wang Sheng saluted, and then Fei Lianzi grabbed his arm and winked for a while.

Fei Lianzi asked by voice: "Are you here to post wedding invitations? When? How many tables are you moving?

Do you need Jianzong to help with it? After all, you are the elder of our Sword Sect, and you and Fairy Buyu are both masters of the younger generation, and will be the benchmark in the cultivation world in the future. This marriage cannot be hasty! "

Daoist Wang couldn't help but put his hand on his forehead, even though he knew that Fei Lianzi was deliberately joking, he still couldn't stand it.

Wang Sheng hurriedly said: "This time I came to Jianzong because my younger sister has admired the art of controlling the sword for a long time, and wants to come to Jianzong to learn the art of controlling the sword."

"Oh?" Fei Lianzi looked at Wang Xiaomiao, and the latter immediately raised his head, showing his good spirit.

Although she can't compete with her senior sister and elder sister in appearance, but in terms of her bearing and lack of presence, Xiao Miao is also determined not to embarrass her brother.

Fei Lianzi smiled and said: "We trust you, Feiyu you teach your sister yourself, just call us and tell us, why bother to go there?"

Wang Sheng remembered an interesting incident back then, and said with a smile: "Isn't it possible to come and taste the Lingquan tea in Dajian Mountain, and bring Xiao Miao here to broaden his horizons?"

"Hahaha! Let's go, please come inside, please come inside!"

Fei Lianzi greeted warmly: "Don't be restrained, Fairy Buyu, when you get here, you will feel like you are at your own home!

Our Jianzong will always have a house in Feiyu. When the two of you get married, we will renovate the house into a villa and make it a wedding room for you! "

With a big wave of Fei Lianzi's hand, several elders also fell down and followed behind them, as if they were afraid that they would run away halfway.

Wang Sheng and Fei Lianzi talked about the changes in Jianzong over the years, and the chat was very heated;

Wang Xiaomiao looked around curiously from behind, approaching the gate of Jianzong, he could see more and more wonders arranged by Jianzong.

Those huge stone swords hanging in the air and bound by several chains are particularly eye-catching.

Lie down in front of the mountain gate, Wang Sheng saw the scene when he came to Jianzong at the beginning of the year, a dozen rows of young disciples lined up neatly.

Seeing Wang Sheng approaching, the hundred or so sword masters shouted in unison, pointed their fingers at the sky with their left hands together, and unsheathed the flying sword on their backs, slashing vertically and horizontally in the air, and then simply Neatly demonstrated a few changes in the hundred-man formation in Yujianshu.

Wang Sheng nodded again and again. He also secretly observed the expression of the senior sister, and found that the senior sister also showed a little thought.

Wang Xiaomiao has little hearts in her eyes, and she is already a fan of the strength of the big brothers and sisters of the Sword Sect...

After the sword array practice was over, some fiery eyes fell on Wang Sheng.

But to the disappointment of these young monks of the Sword Sect, Wang Sheng didn't demonstrate a few moves of swordsmanship or fencing skills, but started with a bit vulgar...applause.

In fact, Wang Sheng has always felt that he is a younger generation and dare not be too arrogant.

Now, in the minds of many sword cultivators, he is already an existence that can be compared with the old heavenly master who represents the talisman, the medicine god valley master who represents the way of alchemy, and others.

Cultivating a sword should be like Wang Feiyu, which is a 'famous saying' circulated in the circle of sword cultivators.

Fei Lianzi said: "Feiyu, you can point them out casually, the children are watching, you are an elder, you should show something when you go back to your mother's house."

"Pointing..."

Wang Sheng was a little embarrassed. In front of Jianzong, Yujianshu naturally couldn't be used, so he was suspected of being a gangster.

And Ziwei Tianjian's positive and negative sword array is not easy to use. These young disciples have a slightly lower cultivation level, and most of them are not considered the core disciples of the Sword Sect.

After a little thought, Wang Sheng unfastened the Spiritless Sword from his back and handed it to Wang Xiaomiao. He held it with his right hand out of emptiness, as if it had condensed into a Qi sword, but strands of lightning gathered on the blade of the Qi sword.

This is the Heavenly Tribulation Sword Intent that was triggered, a touch of faint coercion from Dao Tianwei, which made many disciples hold their breath.

Wang Sheng was obviously giving some benefits to these Sword Sect disciples, but such coercion was enough to leave a deep impression on many people, and confirmed his own swordsmanship.

Then, Wang Sheng took half a step forward, seemingly casually displaying a set of Jianzong's basic sword skills.

As soon as the move came out, the disciples of the Sword Sect were a little puzzled. They didn't know why Wang Sheng had to use the basic swordsmanship that they could all learn.

But after the three moves, all the elders of the Sword Sect present showed solemn expressions, carefully observing Wang Sheng's movements.

After more than a dozen moves, many young sword cultivators with good understanding had already discovered the principles of swordsmanship contained in Wang Sheng's moves.

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