The First Sword of the Earth

If it is about winning or losing this match, Wang Sheng has lost.

But at this time, no one cares about these things. The young disciples are all immersed in the rhymes, intentions, moves, methods, and forms displayed by the two of them. The more they experience it, the more difficult it is to extricate themselves.

This group of young monks did not dare to take a breath at this time, lest they damage the remaining Taoist rhyme in the courtyard.

But the senior who was drinking tea shook his head with emotion, and smiled lightly with his beard, not knowing what he was thinking.

After the old senior died, Chi Wen also felt quite deeply at this time.

Originally, she thought that cultivation was something that would be successful after obtaining the skills and spending time practicing, but now she gradually understood that cultivating the Tao requires not only the law and wealth, but also talent, teacher inheritance, Taoism, and Taoism. , Dao Xin and many other restrictions.

Those who start to practice after getting some exercises with a lack of foundation cannot be regarded as real monks at all.

And look at the field.

Gao Shixing sighed softly, but with some satisfaction in his sigh, he turned around and looked at Wang Sheng.

Master Yuan Pu felt that Wang Sheng had almost understood it, and was about to invite the disciples around him to come and listen to him preach; the old man was in a good mood today, so he wanted to teach the younger generation to practice.

But just as Master Yuan Pu was about to speak, he suddenly felt something, and looked at the back of Wang Sheng standing there with some surprise.

Wisps of heaven and earth vitality surrounded Wang Sheng's body, as if he wanted to enter Wang Sheng's body, but was refused the door.

Wang Sheng was surrounded by a spiritual thought that contained the meaning of perfection, just stood there quietly, as if there was a small world that belonged to him alone.

He unexpectedly broke through at this moment and entered the realm of fetal formation.

There is no self in the world, and there is a square inch of land to accommodate;

The heaven and the earth should have me, and the heart, soul, energy and spirit of this body should be integrated.

This is the embryonic state?

Wang Sheng felt the true essence surging in the meridians in his body but was cut off from the outside world, looked inside the spiritual platform that had begun to show its action, and felt the mysterious Taoist rhyme circulating in the spiritual platform.

Spiritual thoughts are constantly growing, and true energy is becoming more and more pure;

It was like pushing open a door that had been blocked in front of him for a long time, and the road ahead was already smooth.

That kind of comfort, that kind of relief, that kind of satisfaction can even be said to be pleasure, it is difficult for people to wake up while enjoying it.

It was as if someone was whispering something in his ear, like a fairy in the sky, or a lonely soul in the dark, until Wang Sheng heard a sword cry from the bottom of his heart, and the whisper disappeared instantly.

The inner week is complete.

In the Embryo Formation Realm, Wang Sheng can constantly 'cleanse' himself, allowing his body to gradually go back to his innate nature, and prepare for the journey to the Golden Core Avenue.

From now on, with this inner cycle, Wang Sheng can 'drink the dew in the morning', without breathing for a short period of time, and only rely on a mouthful of true energy to swim in the body.

And from this moment on, Wang Sheng's experience about Dao realm will be completely invalid, because he has stepped into the realm that he pursued so hard in his previous life but never got.

Everything is so natural, everything is so satisfying, but I want to tiptoe to look at higher mountains.

Probably, this is the charm of cultivating the Tao itself.

At this moment, Wang Sheng really couldn't care less about the surrounding environment, and sat down cross-legged on his own, experiencing various changes in himself.

Every breakthrough is an opportunity for monks, if they can grasp it, they will benefit a lot.

Wang Sheng felt relieved about the surrounding environment, and Yuan Pu stood up and walked to Wang Sheng's side. With a wave of his hand, his true essence turned into a round mask, covering Wang Sheng in it, so as to prevent him from being affected by the surrounding environment.

Then, the old man waved his hand lightly, and all the disciples saluted and left.

Taoist Master Gao Shixing glanced at Wang Sheng, then bowed to his master, and left the courtyard with these young disciples.

The Taoist priest seemed to have nothing to keep in mind, and walked down the mountain with a sword in his hand. He walked very briskly when he walked, and it could be seen that he was in a very good mood.

After today, Gao Shixing will have to retreat in seclusion, and will not come to learn swordsmanship with Wang Sheng again; but because of his own breakthrough, Wang Sheng has no time to thank the Taoist priest again.

Over the past half month, Wang Sheng has gained a lot, which will have a great impact on his future practice.

Soon only real Yuan Pu, Chi Wen and Zhou Yinglong were left in the courtyard.

Master Yuan Pu closed his eyes and didn't say much, Zhou Yinglong retreated to guard the courtyard gate, Chi Wen was a little confused, not knowing what happened.

Second senior brother was injured?

She was a little nervous, but she just hoped that the senior sister would come back from practicing soon, and she didn't dare to make any noise.

Master Yuanpu didn't leave at this time, so naturally he intentionally stayed behind to give advice to Wang Sheng; just like the Taoist masters who came here the day before yesterday to observe Wang Sheng and Gao Shixing's sparring, Master Yuanpu also developed a heart of love for talents.

Although Wang Sheng is not of Wudang Dao inheritance, he can be regarded as a monk on Wudang Mountain, and he will be inseparable from Wudang Mountain from now on.

Most of the younger generation of Wudang Daocheng are well-behaved. Although there are many people with excellent aptitude, there is only one missing 'wizard' who can stand up and act as the face of three generations of disciples.

In Wang Sheng, Master Yuan Pu saw not only the "sword repair wizard", but also the rare and precious word "spirituality".

As long as you don't pass on the cultivation method, but just donate Wang Sheng's own insights, it doesn't count as breaking the rules set by the patriarch.

Wang Sheng didn't know that there was an opportunity waiting for him outside, he was immersed in the Taoist realm when he entered the embryonic realm, and experienced all the mysteries of the inner circle.

Embryo formation is actually the third step in opening the treasure of the Tao body, and it is also a key step in the beginning of one's own Tao.

The phantom of the ancient sword in the Lingtai has begun to solidify. Although the blade and blade have not yet been condensed, they already have a rough shape.

The meridians in the body are continuously expanding with the continuous circulation of the true essence.

Just stepping into the fetus-forming state, Wang Sheng's strength has increased by more than 30%; coupled with his improvement in swordsmanship in the past half month, his strength has really jumped a lot.

Nei Zhoutian was closed for a while, Wang Sheng found that his body had gradually adapted, and began to try to establish a connection between Nei Zhoutian and heaven and earth.

He operated the Pure Yang Immortal Art, and slowly opened the 'doors' around his body, and suddenly there was a roaring sound in his ears, and the vitality of the surrounding world rushed into his Taoist body!

It was as if the dam had opened its gates to release the flood, but within a few minutes, Wang Sheng's body was overflowing with true energy.

The spiritual thoughts spread towards the surroundings by themselves, covering hundreds of meters around the small courtyard in the blink of an eye, as if standing in the air above the small courtyard, it was about to fly away against the wind.

He 'saw' the senior sister who was practicing in the forest, saw Zhou Yinglong meditating on the big stone outside the courtyard gate, and also saw the old man standing beside him, he was slightly startled.

Quickly restraining his spiritual thoughts and calming down his state of mind, Wang Sheng opened his eyes, and the layer of true energy wrapped around him also dissipated.

Wang Sheng stood up, saluted the Taoist next to him, and said, "Please trouble Master."

"It's not in the way," Master Yuan Pu chuckled with his beard, turned around and walked back to the grand teacher's chair, and sat down again.

Wang Sheng glanced at the sky, the sun was already slanting to the west, and it took half a day for him to break through.

"Feyu, come forward, the closer you are to the poor road."

"Yes," Wang Sheng replied, and walked to Yuan Pu's side; Yuan Pu grabbed the futon from the corner of the main room out of thin air, put it at Wang Sheng's feet, and signaled him to take a seat.

Wang Sheng was not too restrained, and sat down calmly, looking up at the Taoist master.

Then Master Yuan Pu said: "The disciples outside the door also come here."

Zhou Yinglong, who was meditating outside the door, was suddenly awakened. He was stunned for half a second, and then ran in with a happy face.

He has been waiting since the morning until now, and he really has an unexpected harvest.

Zhou Yinglong didn't pay too much attention, and sat on the floor next to Wang Sheng; Chi Wen hurriedly brought a low stool over, but was rejected by Zhou Yinglong's gesture.

Then Master Yuan Pu said slowly:

"Shixing is my favorite disciple. He is obsessed with swordsmanship and has made great achievements. However, he is also the disciple I am most worried about now. I am afraid that he will be too obsessed with swordsmanship and will be trapped by the sword instead. Feiyu, how much do you have with Shixing?" It's very similar, which is why I stayed and waited for you."

Wang Sheng nodded slightly, and said in a low voice: "The disciple will always remember the teaching of the master."

"With your master teaching you these things, I shouldn't have worried at all," said Master Yuan Pu with a little emotion in his eyes.

The old man continued to speak slowly:

"Your master can be regarded as half of my disciple, so it's not too unfair for you to call me master.

You practice the way of swordsmanship, but your master only dabbles here. I'm really afraid that he pretends to understand and ruins your rare jade.

Therefore, today I will tell you more about kendo practice. If you have any questions, you can also ask me. "

Wang Sheng bowed his head and said, "Thank you, master, for your guidance."

Zhou Yinglong asked in a low voice: "Master, what about me..."

Reverend Yuan Pu stroked his beard and smiled, "You can ask questions as you like, but if the questions are out of standard, I will punish them."

Zhou Yinglong suddenly smiled wryly, he really wanted to ask, who is the direct descendant of this Taoist master, he or Wang Sheng.

"I have nothing to do, so I will talk to you two more today. Well, let's talk about the famous sword cultivator sect in the cultivation world first."

Master Yuanpu also said whatever came to his mind, just now he said to teach the two of them how to practice swordsmanship, but now he talked about the famous school of swordsmanship in the world of cultivators.

"Sword cultivation has existed since ancient times, but it is not a unique way of cultivating Taoism. In fact, it is just a saying that has emerged in recent years. A thousand or two thousand years ago, everyone was a Taoist cultivator, and there was no difference between using a sword or a knife.

If we talk about the current sword cultivating sect, Shuzhong Jianzong is the most popular. When I was young, I visited Shuzhong. Although the magical skill of controlling the sword has been desolate due to the exhaustion of the vitality of the world, there are many swordsmen in the mountain gate. .

Then let’s talk about Mount Hua, Mount Lao, and Mount Qingcheng. In my generation, a considerable proportion of fellow Taoists spend their entire lives practicing swords..."

Zhou Yinglong asked in a low voice: "Master, where is our rank in Wudang?"

Master Yuan Pu laughed and scolded: "Look, this question is quite unstandard, go and get me a cup of tea!"

Just as Zhou Yinglong was about to get up to serve tea, Chi Wen was already jogging over with a teapot.

She was just about to leave, but Wang Sheng called her to stop, motioning for her to stand aside and prepare to run errands.

In fact, this is also a chance for Chi Wen to listen to the teachings of such an expert.

Although it is of little use to Chi Wen.

"Feiyu, you answer Yinglong's question."

"What the master said is the inheritance of swordsmanship," Wang Sheng said with a smile, "Our Wudang Mountain is the leader of the Rong family, not the sword sect, so we can't simply compare with these inheritances."

Immediately Master Yuanpu smiled lightly, "That's right, Feiyu is really spiritual."

Zhou Yinglong on the side couldn't help but smile wryly while rubbing his forehead, feeling the desolation and depression of life.

He wants to go back and ask his master, does his master still remember your name...