The closer we are to Wudang Mountain, the farther we are from our hometown.

    After leaving the high-speed railway station, I transferred back to the Mountain Gate of Wudang Mountain. The small buildings and streets in the town below the mountain gradually fell behind me, and a strong aura came to my face.

    Mu wanxuan was still looking out of the window. When she went down the mountain, she just walked with a full sense of expectation. Now she still has a full sense of expectation.

    It should be looking forward to going down the mountain next time.

    There is something wrong with the senior sister''s speech expression. Wang Sheng can''t directly ask her how she feels about this trip to Maoshan and her hometown, but she can also see that the senior sister is very happy, at least not uncomfortable.

    To find immortals and cultivate Taoism, you must speak the true language, and the immortal family will find freedom.

    The word "free" is more stingy than the word "carefree", but it also has a different charm.

    When going up the mountain, Wang Sheng found that more people took the initiative to say hello to him.

    On the same day, Zhou Yinglong, Zhao Zhao, Meng Hong and Hao Ling made the show at the Maoshan Taoist exchange meeting with his senior sister.

    After all, communication is more convenient now. There are also several communication groups of fellow disciples in Wudang Mountain. Message transmission is called a rapid

    At present, all Taoist temples and monasteries in the mountain know that Wang Sheng and mu wanxuan have a high level of cultivation.

    Wang Sheng''s clear sword heart and seven star sword meaning, mu wanxuan''s Liangyi Taoist rhyme and conception realm can not be underestimated. He is a "leader" of the younger generation of disciples in Wudang Mountain.

    Along the way, someone always greeted him. Wang Sheng nodded with a smile, did not greet, and did not face coldly.

    In the last few years of his life, when he joined the gang, he was not less affected by the faces of some "experts". Wang Sheng didn''t want to be the kind of monk he hated.

    In front of the courtyard, Qing Yanzi stood with his hands down, as if he already knew when they would return.

    Seeing master, Wang Sheng and mu wanxuan couldn''t help accelerating their steps.

    The mountain road should have been cleaned, and some old and disrepair gaps also have traces of new filling, which should be arranged by Li Shiwu, the deputy head in charge of foreign affairs.

    "Master!"

    "Yes!"

    "You two, this trip to Maoshan doesn''t make you lower key?"

    Green Yan looked at Wang Sheng and mu wanxuan with a face. When Wang Sheng and mu wanxuan looked at each other and felt uneasy, the big man in the virtual Dan realm smiled again.

    Listen to the silent long Wen''s voice:

    "You did a good job. Although we live in Wudang Mountain as guests, we are not the inheritors of Zhenwu emperor, but we are also monks of Wudang Mountain.

    You didn''t lose face to Shifu this time, but you need to return to your heart as soon as possible and continue to practice at ease in the mountains.

    The world is very big, and there are countless experts. Even if you are a teacher, you don''t dare to be arrogant. You two must not underestimate the inheritance of the world because you are proud for a moment. "

    Wang Sheng and mu wanxuan bowed their heads and said yes. They naturally kept the master''s warning in their hearts.

    Qing Yanzi smiled and waved his hand. "Go and have a look. Younger martial brother Li sent some things yesterday. There are two good things in them, which can be regarded as a reward for you two. As a teacher, I have to go to the Taihe palace to discuss business and bring you dinner in the evening."

    After talking, Qing Yanzi floated away with his hands on his back and took one step, as if he were going to go back in the wind.

    "It''s only a few days. How do you feel that master will break through again?"

    Wang Sheng whispered, and mu wanxuan nodded deeply.

    Qing Yanzi''s accumulation is not inferior to that of the older generation of monks in the mountains, and his Taoist realm and understanding are above the older generation of monks in the world; At this time, the cultivation entered the territory quickly to a state of terror. In fact, it is not abnormal, but normal.

    And the elder martial sister looked at each other. Somehow, they both giggled. They each carried their suitcases, pushed open the new courtyard door and went to the North House excitedly.

    There were several things on the table. The first thing Wang Sheng saw was the long scabbard sword.

    He is also a sword lover. He also knows that master has been asking him to practice sword with wooden sword and blunt sword, but at this time, he saw a sword with faint aura. He really can''t bear it.

    He raised his hand and brushed his fingers over the scabbard made of unknown hard skin. Wang Sheng seemed to hear a sword cry.

    This is by no means a long sword made by ordinary craftsmen.

    Compared with his original Tai Chi square dance sword, the handle of this long sword is slightly wider, but the boring of the sword is narrow, which seems to imitate the style of the ancient sword in the Pre-Qin Dynasty.

    When he grabbed the long sword, it was heavier than Wang Sheng thought. Holding the handle with his right hand, the impulse to pull out the sword turned into a little reluctance.

    He was afraid of disappointment.

    I''m afraid that I have too high expectations for this sword, and will be disappointed when I see its full picture.

    At this time, I can only believe the details of Wudang Mountain.

    The elder martial sister holding two imitation ancient cuiluo skirts was also looking at the sword curiously.

    Taking a breath, Wang Sheng slowly pulled the long sword out of the scabbard. The sound made by the friction between the blade and the inner bladder of the scabbard was not harsh at all.

    The sword body contains light, and 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 water waves on the sword surface.

    That is the vitality of heaven and earth wrapped around this sword.

    Near the sword boring position, there are two small ancient characters. Wang Sheng gently reads them, but it is the word "Wen Yuan".

    Carefully inject a stream of Zhenyuan, but feel that there is no obstacle to the injection of Zhenyuan. When this stream returns to the palm meridians, there is a trace of cold and cool meaning.

    Sword yuan?

    This should be regarded as a magic weapon.

    Although it is not as mysterious as Liu Yunzhi''s Golden Jade clothes or Shi Qianzhang''s crescent ink jade, this ancient sword named Wen Yuan should be a weapon specially made for sword repair.

    Slowly increase the injection of Zhenyuan, the long sword buzzed, and the waves on the sword body rippled.

    But soon, Wang Sheng felt that the bearing of the sword had reached a certain limit. Injecting Zhenyuan again would cause damage to the sword.

    The bottom of my heart first sighed and then smiled.

    Sigh, naturally because although this sword is stronger than ordinary iron, its strength is always limited.

    It''s appropriate to use it in the state of gathering gods and giving birth, but after the state of cultivation is high, this sword can''t give full play to its cultivation.

    Fu Er smiled again, but Wang Sheng felt much easier.

    If martial Uncle Li Shiwu really brought the magic weapon at the bottom of the box of Wudang Mountain to him, he really owes Wudang Taoist priest a favor.

    Human debt is the most difficult to repay, and so is it for monks.

    Although this sword is a treasure, it is not the best. It can be regarded as the reward for my trip to Maoshan.

    "Elder martial sister, look," Wang Sheng handed the sword to his elder martial sister. Mu wanxuan put the dress in her hand and carefully took the sword.

    "Well..."

    Mu wanxuan gave a little moan, then rowed his finger on the blood groove of the sword body, and then shook his head gently to Wang Sheng.

    She is saying, let Wang Sheng not be affected by this sword.

    "Don''t worry. I won''t deliberately kill it."

    Mu wanxuan took the sword back. Wang Sheng put away the ancient sword and picked up two small black paint baking notebooks just under the sword.

    When you open it, you can see that there are one inch ID photos of Wang Sheng and mu wanxuan respectively, recording the age, Taoist age, the Taoist temple in name and the teacher of practice.

    This is their Taoist certificate.

    Wang Sheng''s Taoist age is three years, while the elder martial sister''s is 15 years. It should be calculated from the beginning of the elder martial sister''s sensible memory. After all, no one can know what it means to practice Taoism when he is born.

    Mu wanxuan found another jade pendant under those antique Luo skirts, looked at it in front of her for a while, and smiled and handed it to Wang Sheng.

    "Ah."

    "Elder martial sister, this sword is for me. Naturally, the jade pendant is for you."

    Mu wanxuan shook her head gently and stubbornly pressed the jade pendant into Wang Sheng''s hand. Then her finger slid on the mobile phone and handed the screen to Wang Sheng.

    "Labor and capital are invincible in the world and the first in the universe."

    The implication is that she can''t use this jade pendant with the function of concentrating and calming the soul for younger martial brother to wear.

    After all, Wang Sheng is principled. It''s too late to take care of her by herself. How can she get the benefits she deserves.

    This side insisted on giving it, but this side refused to accept it. As a result, a few minutes later, senior sister looked at Wang Sheng.

    The autumn eyes were almost filled with water mist, and Wang Sheng was at a loss.

    "Don''t worry, elder martial sister..."

    "Here you are."

    "Well, wait for me."

    Wang Sheng turned around and went to the inner room. Soon he came out with a long box.

    "I wanted to give it to elder martial sister on her birthday. Now take it out first. If you want to give me something, you must accept it."

    Mu wanxuan blinked, took the long box, opened it curiously and found that it was a emerald jade flute.

    "It''s just a vulgar thing, not a magic weapon, but I think it''s very good-looking. Before... Online shopping."

    Wang Shengshan smiled. Mu wanxuan was full of joy and gently stroked the jade flute in her arms. She liked it very much.

    The jade pendant was finally thrust to Wang Sheng by the elder martial sister.

    If you hold it in your hand, you can feel a cool breath lingering in your heart. If you wear it during practice, it can help people abandon their thoughts and settle down quickly.

    This should not be a magic weapon, but a jade with vitality and high quality.

    Woo——

    Woo woo!

    Suddenly there was a noise nearby. Mu wanxuan had sat on the Kang and tried to make the jade flute sound.

    Wang Sheng looked around for a while, shook his head and smiled. He went back to the inner room with his suitcase.

    Not long ago, Wang Sheng, who had changed back to his usual big underpants and short sleeved flip flops, jumped to the roof cornice again and meditated in his exclusive position.

    Of course, there will inevitably be a board under his ass. after all, he is only a flesh and blood body in the later stage of jushenjing, and his hip is also soft.

    Today, there is an ancient sword with scabbard beside him. A jade pendant is hung on the sword boring of the ancient sword.

    Mu wanxuan also changed into loose practice clothes and meditated in the mountain forest not far from the gate of the courtyard. The jade flute was beside her, and a wisp of vitality lingered on it, which was slowly nourished by mu wanxuan.

    In the evening, the intermittent sound of flute floated in the forest. Wang Sheng practiced with a sword in the open space in front of the hospital.

    Although it is not a tune, the sound of the flute is gentle and pleasant to the ear.

    Shaoqing, Wang Sheng stood on a huge stone and looked at the rosy clouds in the west mountain. His eyes showed a touch of thinking. He was thinking about how to go for himself, his elder martial sister and his master in the future.

    Monasticism pays attention to the law of wealth, and the word "wealth" is essential.

    The inheritance of the school has no mountain, and the word "inside information" is not deep. It''s just a small bronze box handed down by our ancestors.

    Master Qingxiu is used to it. Elder martial sister doesn''t know the world, but she has to think about it for her school.

    Tut, suddenly I have a sense of pride that I am the little pillar of my family

    Wang Sheng brushed the scabbard beside him. His simple long hair was blown by the evening wind. His slender body was not half thick and reckless. He continued to look at the sunset in the distance.