Chapter 262： past

In Zhengyang Zong's hidden sword cave, Old Ancestor Wang walked slowly to the sword stand and saw that the sword inherited from Wan Jian Zong was already rusted, even worse than when Zhang Shiping was holding it. Only the hilt of the sword is left intact.

"Old Ancestor, if we do this, will Venerable Xifeng be angered?" Lei Peng, who was standing beside Old Ancestor Wang, looked at the rusty sword with a little worry in his eyes. After all, Zhengyangzong only obtained a small part of Wanjianmen's inherited sword, so that every time this long sword is enlightened, there will be more rust on it.

This time, after Wang Patriarch learned what Li Jingqing was asking for, he simply asked more than a dozen foundation-building disciples in his sect to come and understand this sword one after another, trying to see if they could get the so-called sword within the deadline. chance. He was by his side when every disciple was enlightened, and what kind of exercises those disciples had acquired could not be hidden from him at all.

It's just a pity that the exercises obtained by the disciples of the sect from the sword are just ordinary exercises for him.

Although Wan Jianzong's inherited swords were very famous at the time, it is rumored that as long as you understand these six swords thoroughly, you will have a chance to achieve distraction, but the old Wang Zu and the other five sects of the ancestors are fighting against each other. After entering the Wanjian Gate, the six of them comprehended the six inherited swords together for a full three years. Except for the secret arts and skills, they found nothing about other so-called chances. The six of them had no choice but to carve it up and each got one. Patriarch Wang recorded all the exercises in the sword, and that's all.

Most of the exercises inscribed in the sword are sword cultivation methods, but the ancestors of the six sects of Baimang Mountain don't think that they can become venerable just by relying on one exercise.

"How can Venerable Xifeng get angry over such a trivial matter? What does it matter if the sword is good or bad? I am more worried about Li Jingqing. Alas, time is fate!" Patriarch Wang held the long sword , slowly stroking the rusty sword body, as a cultivator, he did not believe in fate, but now it is karma, and he hopes that what happened hundreds of years ago will not happen again on Zhengyangzong, otherwise he will be Even under the Nine Springs, he has no face to face his master Zhengyang Zhenjun.

A tall and thin Xiu with a pale face quietly walked past the two stone statues, floated to Wang Patriarch's side, and gave him a slight salute.

A green snake followed behind, transformed into a female cultivator wearing a blue train and deep clothes in a hazy blue light, and walked slowly to Patriarch Wang's side.

"I've met the ancestor, and I've seen Senior Brother Wang." Lei Peng, who was beside Old Ancestor Wang, had an expression of joy when he saw Senior Brother Wang, without the slightest hint of worry before.

Patriarch Wang turned around, looked at Patriarch Qinglin solemnly, bent down slowly, and gave him a deep salute, "I caused all this calamity, Changshen is ashamed Master, but Mingshe is the hope of the sect in the future, Chang Shen begged senior Qinglin to protect him into a baby, so as to extend the sect's inheritance."

"Chengying? I don't have such great ability. If Zongmen really can't escape this catastrophe, I will protect him for two hundred years. It's my repayment of Zhengyang's kindness. How about it?" Qinglin shook her head, her own cultivation But it's only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, how can they have such a great ability to protect others into babies? But she thought about it, and a trace of nostalgia flashed in her eyes.

Old Ancestor Wang also knew that what he said was really difficult for others. But that's the way it is. I ask for a lot of money, and the other party pays back the money. Just now he was thinking in his heart that the other party could agree to a hundred years or so, which would be good enough, but he didn't expect Patriarch Qinglin to speak directly for two hundred years, it was really beyond his expectation, the big stone in Patriarch Wang's heart, let go After more than half of it, a smile appeared on his face.

"Thank you Qing..." Patriarch Wang had just finished speaking, Patriarch Qinglin rolled Qingguang, and Wang Mingshe and her disappeared in place.

Patriarch Wang put away the long sword in his hand, and after explaining some things to Lei Peng next to him, he walked out of the hidden sword cave, turned into a startled rainbow, and flew back to Zhengyang Peak. On the futon where Zhenjun's Liu Yin was sitting cross-legged, there was only a piece of silver-grained stone that was split in two, and he went out and picked it up.

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"Senior brother Zhang, why didn't you ask me why I am here, and waited for brother to come here?" Su Shuang stood up, her back to Zhang Shiping, and her face to the mountains in the distance. The mountain wind made his clothes flutter. The blowing made the silver charcoal fire in the small red stove beside Zhang Shiping more intense, and the spout of the copper pot on the small red stove was emitting bursts of white steam.

"Why do you need to ask?" Zhang Shiping lifted the copper pot, poured himself a cup of hot water, picked it up, blew on it gently, and took a sip.

Su Shuang turned around and removed the yellow wine gourd from his waist. After taking a sip, he threw it far away and landed in a small river at the foot of the mountain. The wine gourd followed the river and headed downstream. flow away. The spirit wine flowed out and mixed into the river water, causing the fish in the river to compete for food. After a while, where the spirit wine flowed, large and small fish turned white and floated on the surface of the water.

"But I want to say. Brother, do you know what I did when I stepped into the world of cultivating immortals?" Su Shuang turned around, sat down facing Zhang Shiping, poured herself a cup of bitter tea and drank it down!

Zhang Shiping shook his head He had never inquired about the background of this Su Shuang, Junior Brother Su, but only knew that Su Shuang once said that he was born as a casual cultivator, if it wasn't for his poor family, he would have another fairy fate!

If a mortal became an immortal cultivator, he would be a hundred times more glorious than being the number one scholar in the secular examination. But in fact, it is too difficult for a secular person to become an immortal cultivator. In the secular world, although the sect of cultivating immortals has set up a hall and sends disciples to test the spiritual body of ordinary people, there are so many secular countries and too many cities. There are countless mortals, and most of the halls established by sects are concentrated in some big cities.

The children in the big city and the nearby towns are enough for those monks to be busy, how can they take care of more remote places. It is even more unrealistic for those children from remote areas to come to the gates of these cities to test their spirits.

If those farmers don't work, they don't eat the last meal, they don't eat the next meal, and their minds are all in the field, all in a few mouthfuls of food, how can they give up the work in the field, and don't do farm work for the sake of some very ethereal fairy tales , took the child and spent several months rushing to the big city.

These are small things, and the most important thing is that without the certificate of the county government, those mud legs without fame can't get out of those checkpoints at all. But they still have hope, and that is the monks at the gate of the sect. Every three to five years, they will pick some places and go for a walk to see if they can find a few children with excellent spiritual roots Come.

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