Qingyun Shu Road Ancient Heavenly Pass, Qingfeng Ninghui Dajian Mountain.

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

Wang Sheng walked in front, wearing a blue Taoist robe, two strands of sky blue hair bands, and carrying a sheathless sword.

This outfit also highlights his "stories in the world" at this time.

Wang Xiaomiao held Mu Wanxuan's arm and deliberately slowed down the journey;

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

Xiao Miao expressed her full cooperation and took the opportunity to request a reduction in the amount of cultural courses every day, but was mercilessly rejected by Wang Sheng.

Sister Xilian was too lazy to go out, so she naturally didn't follow her. The investigation team felt that something could happen to Wang Sheng and his party, so they didn't show up for much.

At this time, the situation in Dahua Kingdom was stable, and there was no friction between the various Taoist inheritances in the Taoist world. Although there were occasional crimes of monks in various places, Wang Sheng and Mu Wanxuan, two masters who were ranked high on the Heavenly List, could also go around without any trouble.

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

"Don't you want to learn sword control?" Wang Sheng smiled, "Sword control is the secret of the Sword Sect. I learned it by chance by your brother. If you want to learn it, you must obtain the permission of the Sword Sect."

"A coincidence?"

Wang Xiaomiao blinked. The story she heard since childhood was that Wang Sheng's "Heroic Leap" saved countless creatures.

Wang Sheng was about to speak out and explain a few simple words. The senior sister had already taken out her cell phone, tapped her fingertips on the virtual screen, and made a vivid picture of the past, supplemented by several emoticons.

It can also be said to be full of pictures and texts.

What my senior sister said naturally has the elements of artistic processing, and deliberately exaggerated how difficult it is to "Sword Seventy-Two". How many sword geniuses failed to pass the level. In the end, Wang Sheng took the lead and passed the level in one breath and killed it out...

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

"Luck accounts for a large part," Wang Sheng chuckled, and then said, "There is also the guidance and guidance given to me by my master that allowed me to temporarily lead other sword cultivators of the same generation.

The limitations of Jian Qiyi Er are very awkward. You can only try young people in, and each person can only try once.

I was able to persevere at that time, largely because of my yearning for sword control."

While speaking, Wang Sheng pointed his left hand in his chest, and the colorful clouds gathered into the Feixia Sword and handed it to Wang Xiaomiao, "This immortal-grade flying sword was given to me by the formation spirit senior of the Sword Seventy-two.

Because of its existence, I won many powerful enemies and killed many demons, and escaped danger several times.

This time I came here, I will also take you to worship this old senior of the formation spirit."

Wang Xiaomiao poked Feixia Sword with his fingers, and the Feixia Sword sounded in waves, as if he was a little resistant.

The Immortal Sword has long recognized his master, and even Wang Sheng’s blood-related sister cannot touch it.

However, the senior sister on the side also stretched out a finger and poked the Feixia Sword with interest; the Feixia Sword shook the sword body and made a clear sword sound.

Wang Sheng doesn't need to explain it. This is the flying sword expressing joy and closeness.

Wang Xiaomio immediately autistic when facing the wall. The senior sister frowned slightly and looked at Feixia Jian, then hurried over and hugged Xiaomiao's shoulder to comfort her.

The reason for being treated like this is very simple. Wang Sheng and his senior sister spent their time practicing day and night. Feixia Jian was already very familiar with Mu Wanxuan's aura, that's all.

It’s not a sword that “forgets righteousness when seeing the color”!

Soon, Wang Xiaomiao walked out of the shadow of being despised by the sword, laughed and laughed with her senior sister, and ran around the mountain road.

When approaching the gate of Jianzong, Daozheng Wang smiled and said, "Xiao Miao, can you think of some more appropriate poems when you see the peaks rising and falling in the distance?"

Wang Xiaomiao rolled her eyes and complained: "Brother, you just need to think about it and say it. You don't have to pull your sister to lay the groundwork for you every time."

"I'm just going to check whether your cultural course has fallen," Wang Sheng said with a straight face, "Then, I'll say the previous sentence, you'll continue the next sentence."

"No, it's so old-fashioned," Wang Xiaomiao refused decisively, and then said, "Brother, I'll take you to test it!

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

Taoist Wang and Mu Wanxuan looked at each other, and the latter had already smiled into a crescent moon; Taoist Wang happily responded, and the word "fear" had been deducted from the dictionary of Jian Cultivation.

Xiao Miao pondered for a few moments and said in a steady voice: "Listen, but let the flying general of Longcheng be there!"

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

Xiao Miao snapped her fingers, "This love can be remembered!"

Master Wang was completely true, "I just thought it was ordinary at that time."

"You!" Wang Xiaomiao's eyes widened, "Can you know all these jokes?"

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

The senior sister next to her was confused. Before she could even type the line on the virtual screen, "Why are you talking different from what I am carrying?", the brother and sister had already started a series of verbal battles.

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

"Looking out with a smile!" "No one knows it's lychee coming."

"Die before you succeed!" "I won't teach Hu Ma to cross Yinshan."

"My grandma heard that the girl is here!" "Hang himself in the southeast branch."

"I'm talking about the boy's crazy!" "A tree of pear blossoms pressed over the crabapple."

"Puff!" Wang Xiaomiao immediately vomited blood, and her forehead covered by 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 now, don't worry about practicing Taoism; if you want to reduce stress in cultural courses, this path will definitely not work for the time being, keep reading more."

Wang Xiaomiao immediately turned around and threw herself into her senior sister's arms and sobbed, and the senior sister patted her spine with sympathy.

At this moment, a few spiritual consciousnesses swept over, Wang Sheng coughed and said, "The elders of the Sword Sect are coming, stop making trouble, pay attention to their image."

"Oh!" Wang Xiaomiao agreed and returned to normal in an instant. He held the senior sister's hand and followed his brother honestly.

Soon, laughter came from the air, and the familiar round-faced Taoist priest was still shouting in the distance:

"Flying donkey! Bah! Feiyu, Feiyu! You are so eager for it! Come and point out the disciples of the Sword Sect to cultivate swords!"

Wang Sheng laughed and waited for several elders of the Sword Sect to fall. Seeing Fei Lianzi's red face and harmonious body, he could know that his practice life over the years was quite nourishing.

"I have met Taoist Master Fei Lian," Wang Sheng bowed, and then Fei Lianzi grabbed his arm and trembled with his eyes.

Fei Lianzi asked in a voice: "Who are you here to send wedding invitations? When? How many tables will you move?

Do you need the Sword Sect to help? You are the elder of our Sword Sect. Fairy Buyu is both the younger generation of masters, and the benchmark in the Taoist world in the future. This marriage cannot be hasty!"

Master Wang couldn't help but hold his forehead with one hand. Although he knew that Fei Lianzi was deliberately making fun, he still couldn't stand it.

Wang Sheng hurriedly said, "This time I came to the Sword Sect because my little sister has admired sword control techniques for a long time, so she wants to come to the Sword Sect to learn sword control techniques."

"Oh?" Fei Lianzi then looked at Wang Xiaomiao, who immediately raised his chest and raised his head, showing his good mental outlook.

Although she cannot compare her appearance with her senior sister and her elder sister, Xiao Miao is determined not to embarrass her brother in terms of demeanor and lack of it.

Fei Lianzi smiled and said, "We can trust you. You can teach your sister Feiyu yourself. Just call us and tell us. Why do you have to go there in person?"

Wang Sheng remembered an interesting thing back then and said with a smile: "Isn't this the one who can still taste the Lingquan tea drink from Dajian Mountain, and bring Xiao Miao over to open his eyes."

"Hahaha! Let's take a walk, please, please, please!"

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

Our Sword Sect always has a house that is Feiyu. When you two get married, we will renovate the house into a villa and make a wedding room for you!"

Fei Lianzi waved his hand and several elders also fell down, following the people, as if they were afraid that they would run away halfway.

Wang Sheng talked to Fei Lianzi about the changes in the Sword Sect over the years and was very enthusiastic about the conversation;

Wang Xiaomiao looked around curiously behind him. When he approached the Sword Sect's mountain gate, he could see more and more wonders arranged by the Sword Sect.

The huge stone swords hanging in the air and tied up by several chains are particularly eye-catching.

Leaning to the mountain gate, Wang Sheng saw the scene when he first came to the Sword Sect, and more than a dozen young disciples lined up in an orderly manner.

Seeing Wang Sheng and his party coming, the more than a hundred sword cultivators shouted in one go, and pointed their left hand at the sky. The flying sword behind them was unsheathed, slashing and slashing in the air in a neatly vertical and horizontal manner, and then simply demonstrated a few changes in the 100-person formation in sword control.

Wang Sheng nodded repeatedly when he saw it. He also secretly observed his senior sister's expression and found that his senior sister also showed a little thought.

Wang Xiaomiao's eyes were full of petite hearts, and she was already attracted by the strength of these big brothers and sisters of the Sword Sect...

After the sword formation practice was completed, a series of hot eyes fell on Wang Sheng.

But what disappointed these young monks of the Sword Sect was that Wang Sheng did not demonstrate a few sword techniques or sword control techniques, but began to get a bit tacky... applauding.

In fact, Wang Sheng always felt that he was a younger generation and did not dare to be too arrogant.

Now, in the minds of many sword cultivators, he is able to compare with the old master who represents the talisman method, the Master of Medicine God Valley who represents the alchemy.

Sword cultivation should be like Wang Feiyu, which is a "famous quote" circulating in the sword cultivation circle.

Fei Lianzi said, "Faiyu, you can give them some advice, and the children are watching. You, an elder, should be a little bit of a sign when you go back to your parents' home."

“Instructions…”

Wang Sheng was a little embarrassed. In front of the Sword Sect, sword control skills were naturally unusable, which was suspected of being a show of success.

The forward and reverse sword formation of Ziwei Tianjian is not easy to use. These young disciples have a slightly lower cultivation level, and most of them are not considered core disciples of the Sword Sect.

After thinking for a moment, Wang Sheng untied the Wuling Sword from his back and handed it to Wang Xiaomiao. His right hand was holding it out of thin air, as if it condensed into a Qi sword, but wisps of lightning gathered on the Qi sword body.

This is the inspiration of the sword intent of the heavenly tribulation. A faint pressure from the power of the great Dao made many disciples hold their breath.

Wang Sheng was obviously giving these disciples of the Sword Sect some benefits. However, such pressure was enough to leave a deep impression on many people and confirm their own sword skills.

Then, Wang Sheng took a half step forward and seemed to randomly use a set of basic sword techniques of the Sword Sect.

As soon as the move was released, the disciples of the Sword Sect present were a little confused. For some reason, Wang Sheng had to use the basic sword technique they could all learn.

But after three moves, all the elders of the Sword Sect present showed a solemn expression and carefully observed Wang Sheng's movements.

After more than ten moves, many young sword cultivators with good understanding have discovered the principles of swordsmanship contained in Wang Sheng's moves and moves. They were as if they had obtained a treasure, and they didn't dare to blink.

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Chapter completed!