Song Xing: I am cultivating immortals in Qingcheng Mountain

Chapter 1 Number one in the world?Little Road Boys on Mount Qingcheng
"Brother!! The number one in the world is coming to challenge you, the number one in the world!!"

On Mount Qingcheng, a little boy in a bun, holding a wooden sword that looked like it was covered with pulp, tiptoed behind a little boy who was also a boy.

He pinched his waist and said with air.

"Fan Song, have you finished reading the Sumeru Sutra??"

"The master said, I don't need to look at that thing! I just need to practice the sword well!!"

"Unscrupulous sword??"

"..."

"It's Wuliang!! Wuliang Sword!! You bastard!!"

"Aren't you afraid that the master will beat you?? It's immeasurable~"

"First with the Wang Baquan, and then with the Crazy Demon Sword, I'm ashamed to bully you."

On the Little Lotus Peak, Fan Song was told by the Dao Tong who had been reading, his face turned white and red, and he looked a little embarrassed.

Wuliangjian is his master Zhao Yuzhen, no, it should be said to be their Qingcheng Mountain's top swordsmanship.How could he learn it at his age! !

Hearing that he was teased by his senior brother, Xiao Daotong rushed towards him with all his teeth and claws.

"Zhao Shouyi, I will kill you!!!"

On the mountainside of Mount Qingcheng, in a courtyard, a young Taoist priest sat casually under a peach tree, with a wooden sword engraved with the word peach blossom stuck in the soil beside him.

He was also holding a gourd in his hand, with a red string tied in the middle of the gourd. The gourd and the red string complement each other. He shook the gourd in his hand, looked at the direction of the Lianhua Peak, and shook his head with a smile.

"The peach blossoms are about to bloom again, I really want to see that sword again!!"

A disciple in a Taoist robe outside the courtyard knocked on the gate of this courtyard that was hardly quiet on weekdays.

"Master Uncle, the sect leader wants you to go there!!"

The young Taoist heard the words and said softly: "What's the matter?? If it's nothing serious, I won't go there!!"

The disciples outside the door twitched their mouths when they heard this. This unreliable little master uncle is not very old, but his seniority is extremely high. He is almost used to it when he often puts the pigeons of the master.

"Today, an old fairy came to our mountain. The head said that that person has something to do with you, and he specially ordered that you better go and see him!!"

Hearing the voice from the disciples outside the door, the Taoist priest in purple robe slowly stood up, in the face of big right and wrong, he rarely let his own temper.

He casually put the little gourd into his big sleeve, glanced at the wooden sword stuck under the peach tree, and asked casually, "What's the name of that old fairy?"

The Taoist outside the door thought for a while, then continued, "It seems to be called Qi Tianchen."

After a while, there was no movement in the courtyard, and the little Taoist priest standing outside the door frowned, thinking to himself, is this little master uncle going to release the pigeon of the master this time? ?

Only the next moment, a gentle voice came into his ears.

"Let's go!! This old fairy really deserves to be seen!!"

As soon as he looked up, he saw the still handsome little master uncle. There was only a little stubble on his Wen Wenruyu's face, and the passage of time still left marks on his body.

"Yes~"

The little Taoist made a bow respectfully, and then led the way.

On the Lianhua Peak, Li Fansong and Zhao Shouyi were resting on a piece of bluestone, looking at the white clouds and gray dogs in the mountains, and the sea of ​​fog.

Li Fansong didn't know what he thought of, so he turned to Zhao Shouyi and said, "Senior brother, I thought of another good move. Next time, I will never lose to you again!!"

Zhao Shouyi's mouth twitched, "I told you to learn from nature. You go to learn how to steal peaches from the monkeys on the mountain. Do you dare to use this trick in front of the master?? If you do this kind of nonsense again next time The trick, see if I can beat you!!"

Hearing Zhao Shouyi's words, Li Fansong chuckled and didn't care.

Although Zhao Shouyi is a senior brother, he has never practiced swordsmanship, he only read Taoist scriptures and practiced Taoism.

In terms of kung fu in boxing and kicking, he is actually better than Zhao Shouyi right now, because Zhao Yuzhen has already started to teach him how to practice swords, but he is useless in those kung fu. .

He likes this way, and likes to fight with Zhao Shouyi. Although Zhao Shouyi often talks nonsense that he is number one in the world, he doesn't take it seriously. In his heart, Zhao Shouyi will always be that The eldest brother who meticulously guides him to get started is the one who kicks off the quilt by himself, and he will help him cover it.

As for number one in the world?
Since Zhao Shouyi had this idea, it would be the same to help him get it back by himself, and then he would call himself the number two in the world.

Of course, this is just a thought in the mind of this little guy, a fledgling who has never experienced the rivers and lakes, is free to fantasize!
But it might be more convincing if neither of them had a pair of panda eyes.

Zhao Shouyi gently stretched out his right hand, and grasped it in the air, as if he was holding the top of the lotus flower peak. The mountain wind that flowed through him gently closed his eyes.

"Fan Song, in fact, different paths lead to the same goal. Whether it is practicing swords or cultivating Taoism, you will reach that step in the end!"

Fan Song had some doubts in his eyes. Today's Zhao Shouyi made him feel a little mysterious. He seemed to know that he had started practicing swords.

But after thinking about it, he couldn't help shaking his head in his heart, how could this be possible, he was useless at all, and every move was useless.

"What is it?"

Fan Song asked casually.

Zhao Shouyi stretched out his small hand again, looked at the lines on the palm that had not been fully opened, and said softly: "I heard that there are five great sword immortals in this world, the Gu Sword Immortal, the Nu Sword Immortal, the Confucian Sword Immortal, and the Xueyue Sword Immortal." Immortals, and then masters, Daojianxian, they are all the best in the Xiaoyaotian Realm, they are the best in the world, what kind of realm do you think is above the Immortal Ascension Profound Realm??"

Hearing this, Fan Song showed a wry smile on his face. That realm was still too far away for them, and the two of them were not even in the top right now.

Warriors are divided into nine ranks, and they haven't even touched the threshold!Zhao Yuzhen often taught them what to think about, not to be too ambitious, it would affect their state of mind, and they would even make haste waste less, and be harmed by the obstacles of knowledge and vision.

When Zhao Shou saw that Li Fansong didn't speak, he didn't force it. Fansong didn't know that it was justifiable, but he knew that that realm was called fairyland.

On the fairy mountain that is lonely overseas, there is a real fairy existence, and he still vaguely remembers that person is Mo Yi.

The opponent's practice is not the sword, but the way of cultivation.

Coincidentally, Mount Qingcheng, which has a profound heritage, also has such a practice, which is the book in his hand, and its name is "Tao Jing".

Everyone on the mountain knew that he was an alien who did not practice swordsmanship, but no one knew that there was an aura in his body that did not belong to internal force and took root in the Purple Mansion.

He looked into the distance, looked at the sea of ​​clouds, and looked at the mountain peak with only a small peak remaining. He smiled softly, and stretched out his hand in the void, as if piercing the entire sky.

(End of this chapter)