It was already past noon when he came out of the quiet room.
Fang Mingjing came out of the house.
It had to be said that Zhishui Peak, as the residence of the Holy Land's Holy Son, had an excellent environment.
The courtyard was covered in green grass.
Under the long pavilion in the woods, the two sides of the road were filled with clusters of flowers, and the road extended to the flowerbed at the end of the road. It was a clever structure that would allow flowers to bloom regardless of the season.
The weather at this time was still relatively warm, so the blooming flowers were also full of warm colors and bright colors.
Let's go play by the lake…
He thought so, but before he could move, the maid Qing He rushed over.
"Sister Qing He?"
"Little Holy Son, the Holy Master just ordered someone to look for you. He said that he would go to his place after you finish your cultivation.”
"Again…"
Fang Mingjing mumbled.
However, he still nodded to show that he understood.
He didn't delay and immediately left the mountain.
With his Condensing Reality Realm cultivation base, he already had the ability to fly, so it didn't take him much effort to get down the mountain.
A black-robed old man had been waiting at the foot of the mountain for a long time.
"Uncle Mu."
"Hehe, this old servant greets the Little Holy Son.”
The old man smiled and bowed slightly.
He was always courteous. However, after seeing it many times, Fang Mingjing did not care.
"Why did Master call me over?"
"Didn't the Saint Child say that he was interested in swords a few days ago? Now that he had reached the Condensing Reality Realm, it was time for him to pick a weapon.”
Uncle Mu said slowly as he led Fang Mingjing forward.
The Heavy Firmament Holy Land was huge.
If they were to just walk, they might not even see the end of it after walking for ten days to half a month.
However, the old man held Fang Mingjing's hand and walked as if he was relaxing. The scene reflected in their vision kept changing.
"Greetings, Little Saint."
"Elder Mu."
"Saint Child."
The disciples who met the two of them along the way bowed.
Uncle Mu replied with a smile.
Even though he was an Elder of the Holy Land, he did not put on the airs of a peak Nirvana Stage practitioner. In fact, he only considered himself as an old servant of the Holy Master.
"Is it raining?"
It was drizzling in the distance.
Fang Mingjing frowned slightly.
"The Saint Child doesn't like rainy days?"
"I don't like it today."
“……”
The old man seemed to pause for a moment and said in a sincere tone,"The changes of the four seasons are the laws of the world and cannot be changed at will.”
"I won't listen."
“……”
Helplessly, Uncle Mu could only wave his hand, and the boundless spiritual energy that was like the sea directly dispersed the rain clouds in the sky.
At this time, the two of them were already not far from the Holy Master's dojo.
The Holy Lord of the Heavy Firmament Holy Land, Jiang Jiuge.
It was said that a hundred years ago, before he took over the position of Holy Master, he had suppressed an entire generation as the previous Holy Son. Now that a hundred years had passed, his cultivation had long reached the Rotation Realm.
Uncle Mu left Fang Mingjing outside the training hall.
Fang Mingjing was left alone as he entered the Taoist Sanctum. He noticed that there was a young man with an indifferent expression among them, in addition to the Holy Lord, Jiang Jiuge.
Noticing Fang Mingjing's arrival, the young man frowned slightly and bowed to Jiang Jiuge.
"Since Master still has something to do, then this disciple will take his leave first.”
"Go ahead."
Jiang Jiuge nodded slightly.
After receiving approval, the young man left the training hall without any intention of coming into contact with Fang Mingjing.
Until his back was far away.
"That's your Senior Brother Yu Yuan."
Jiang Jiuge walked over.
He looked like a handsome young man.
He was smiling and his voice was clear. The atmosphere around him was unbelievably quiet.
If an ordinary person saw him for the first time, they might only think that he was a calm and gentle young man…
“……”
Fang Mingjing did not answer. Then, he heard Jiang Jiuge say with a smile,""Before you, everyone thought that he would be the new Holy Son of our Holy Land. Most of the elders also had high hopes for him.”
"What about now?"
"What now?" He smiled and pressed Fang Mingjing's head, then turned around." Follow me."”
He took a step forward.
The environment inside the dojo changed.
The room was so large that the opposite wall could not be seen.
There was no one around, and there was not a single sound in such a huge area. It imperceptibly created a solemn atmosphere.
Jiang Jiuge raised her hand.
Instantly, the calm void rippled, and the three shadows gradually became corporeal.
Clang!
A spiritual energy vortex that was like a raging wave rose in the dojo. Amidst a series of soft sounds, three swords that were completely different in style but emitted an ancient aura were gradually revealed.
"Choose."
Three swords.
The size of the swords was almost the same, and the forging style was also more slender and light, but the aura revealed by these three swords was completely different.
One of them was so sharp that it seemed like he could tear everything apart. One is awe-inspiring and magnificent, and the spirit of the kingly way is surging and intimidating; The last one had a restrained spirituality and was not eye-catching at all.
Almost without much consideration, Fang Mingjing reached out to the first sword.
However, just as he grabbed the sword, boom! The sharp sword intent on the sword rushed into the sky, and the violent spiritual energy resisted with the momentum of a whirlpool.
The sword had a spirit. Although this spirit only referred to a trace of spirituality, it would still choose its master.
"…You don't know how to appreciate favors."
Under Jiang Jiuge's gaze, Fang Mingjing muttered to himself and let go of the sword. The sword fell to the ground with a thud.
Then, he passed the second sword and reached for the last one.
This time, it went very smoothly.
"Have you chosen?"
"Yes, this is it."
he said.
He held the hilt of his sword.
It was just this action.
Swoosh!
A rare look of surprise appeared in Jiang Jiuge's eyes.
At this moment, the ground of the training hall was suddenly covered in cuts, and these ferocious cuts were still spreading into the distance.
It was not sword intent.
It wasn't sword pressure or spiritual energy…
He only held the hilt of his sword.
Just this one action had caused the entire training hall to be riddled with scars without a sound, and…
Looking at the two swords that had completely lost their momentum, Jiang Jiuge was a little speechless, but she couldn't help but admire them.
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