Fantasy: Heaven revolves around me

Chapter 3

When I came out of the ashram, it was past noon.

Fang Mingjing came outside the house.

It has to be said that the environment of the water stop peak as the residence of the Holy Son of the Holy Land is excellent.

The yard is green with grass.

Under the long pavilion of the trees, the road is lined with clusters of flowers, and the road extends to the flower garden at the end, which is an ingenious structure that allows flowers to bloom in any season.

The weather is still relatively warm at this time, so the types of flowers in full bloom are full of warm colors and bright colors.

Let's go to the lake and have fun......

He thought so, but before he could leave, the maid Qinghe hurried over.

"Sister Qinghe?".

"Little Holy Son, the Holy Lord just ordered someone to come and look for him, saying that he would go to him after you finished your cultivation. "

"Go again, ......

Fang Mingjing grunted.

But he nodded his head to indicate that he understood.

He didn't procrastinate, and immediately set off for the mountain.

The cultivator of the Condensing Truth Realm already had the ability to fly in the sky, so he didn't have much effort to go down the mountain.

There was already an old man in a black robe waiting at the foot of the mountain for a long time.

"Shepherd. "

"Hehe, the old servant has seen the little holy son. "

The old man smiled and bowed slightly.

He was always thoughtful in his manners. However, after seeing it many times, Fang Mingjing didn't care.

"What did the master tell me to do?"

"Didn't the Holy Son say some time ago that he was more interested in swords? and now that he has broken through to the Condensing Truth Realm, it's time to choose a weapon. "

Mu Bo said slowly as he led Fang Mingjing forward.

The Chongxiao Holy Land is very large.

If you just walk, you may not see the end of the road for ten days and half a month.

However, the old man held Fang Mingjing's hand and walked as if he was distracted, and the scene reflected in the vision of the two of them was constantly changing.

"I've seen the little Holy Son. "

"Elder Pastor. "

"Holy Son. "

The disciples who met the two people along the road saluted one after another.

The shepherd replied with a smile.

Although he is an elder of the Holy Land, he does not have the slightest frame of a peak powerhouse in the Nirvana Realm, and even on weekdays, he only considers himself an old servant of the Holy Lord.

"It's raining?".

In the distance, it was drizzling.

Fang Mingjing frowned slightly.

"The Son doesn't like rainy days?".

"I don't like it today. "

“......"

The old man seemed to pause, and said with some seriousness: "The change of the four seasons is the discipline of heaven and earth, and it cannot be changed at will. "

"I don't listen. "

“......"

Helpless, Mu Bo had no choice but to wave his hand, and the majestic aura like the sea directly dispersed the rain clouds in the sky.

At this time, the two of them were not far from the Holy Lord's dojo.

The Holy Lord of Chongxiao Holy Land, Jiang Jiuge.

It is said that before he succeeded to the position of the Holy Lord a hundred years ago, he suppressed a generation as the previous Holy Son, and now a hundred years have passed, and his cultivation has already reached the reincarnation realm.

Mu Bo left Fang Mingjing outside the dojo and retreated.

When Fang Mingjing was left to walk into the dojo alone, he found that in addition to the Holy Lord Jiang Jiuge, there was also a young man with an indifferent expression.

When he noticed Fang Mingjing's arrival, the young man frowned imperceptibly, and then saluted Jiang Jiuge.

"Since the master still has important matters, the disciple will retire first. "

"Go ahead. "

Jiang Jiu Ge bowed slightly.

With his approval, the young man left the dojo directly, without the slightest idea of making contact with Fang Mingjing.

Until his back is far away,

"That's your Senior Brother Yu Yuan. "

Jiang Jiuge walked over.

He looked like a handsome young man.

There was a slight smile on his face, his voice was clear, and the aura around him was an incredible sense of tranquility.

If ordinary people saw him for the first time, they might only think that he was a quiet and gentle young man......

“......"

Fang Mingjing didn't answer, and then he heard Jiang Jiu Ge speak, with a smile in his voice: "Before you, everyone thought that he would be the new Holy Son of my Holy Land, and most of the elders also had high hopes for him. "

"And now?".

"What's now?" he smiled and pressed Fang Mingjing's head, then turned around, "Come with me." "

Step out.

The environment inside the dojo changed.

The scale is so large that you can barely see the interior on the opposite wall.

There was no one around, but there was not a single sound in such a large area, which invisibly created a solemn atmosphere.

Jiang Jiuge raised his hand.

Suddenly, the calm void rippled in circles, and the three phantoms gradually became solidified.

Zheng!

The aura vortex set off in the dojo, and in the bursts of light sounds, what was gradually revealed were three swords with completely different styles, but they all exuded a simple atmosphere.

"Choose. "

Three swords.

The size of the sword body is almost the same, and the casting style is also slender and light, but the aura revealed by these three swords is very different.

One is determined to soar into the sky, as if it can tear everything apart, the other is majestic and the royal spirit is surging and terrifying, and the last one is introverted and introverted, without any eye-catching.

Almost without much thought, Fang Mingjing stretched out his hand towards the first sword.

It's just that when he just held the sword, boom, the sharp sword intent on the sword body rushed into the sky, and the violent aura resisted with the momentum of a whirlpool torrent

The sword weapon has a spirit, although this spirit refers to just a trace of spirituality, but it also chooses the master.

“...... I don't know how to lift. "

Under Jiang Jiuge's gaze, Fang Mingjing muttered, and simply let go of his hand, so the sword fell to the ground with a click.

Then he crossed the second sword and reached for the last.

This time it went well.

"Selected?".

"Well, that's it. "

He said.

He held his hand on the hilt of his sword.

It's just one action

Whew!

Jiang Jiuge's eyes rarely showed a hint of surprise.