This Swordsman is Too Steady

The candle dragon is a spirit beast in ancient legends. It is thousands of miles long and red in color. It is the mountain **** of Zhongshan.

The Candle Dragon Palace was named after the Candle Dragon because their sect was built on the spirit vein of Zhongshan Mountain.

Although there is no dragon on Zhongshan today.

In order to seize the spirit veins of Zhongshan Mountain, Wang Puxian, the first ancestor of the Candle Dragon Palace, fired the sky and finally occupied this blessed land with force.

After thousands of years, the Candle Dragon Palace has been regarded as the second only to the Taiqing Palace, and it is also one of the top sects most likely to be promoted to Taoism.

But how can it be that simple to become Taoist?

Let's talk about resistance first, the six repairs in the world, so far, each has developed a Taoist school.

If Fa Xiu wants to find a second one, where would the other five Taoist schools be willing?

Isn't this the argument that the original equal six cultivation system derives the strongest Dharma cultivation?

As the three masters of the cultivation world, Fa Xiu, Body Xiu, and Sword Xiu were already much stronger than the other three.

Among the three imperial families, physical training has always been discriminated against by other families because of its grounding.

After all, the other families are Yuyi Pianpin, so chic, and they look very good, just like your family, like Takeo, don’t discriminate against you?

Jian Xiu has a unique temperament, and has no intention of fighting for fame. Others are not willing to provoke these killing embryos. Therefore, Jian Xiu's momentum is not low, but it is not the highest.

After such calculations, the Fa-cultivation system is the loudest.

The tree attracts the wind, everyone originally thought your Fa cultivation was not pleasing to the eye, but also came up with a second Taoist school?

Firmly disagree.

More realistically, not only are the other five Taoist schools unwilling to see the promotion of the Candle Dragon Palace, but in fact, the Taiqing Palace, which has been repaired for the law, is unwilling.

Because if there is a second Taoist school of Fa-cultivation in the world, it will undoubtedly greatly shake their status as a holy place for Fa-cultivation in Taiqing Palace.

In addition, Taiqing Palace focuses on thunder method, and Zhulong Temple is good at fire method.

Because of the great power of the Taiqing Palace, it has always been said that Lei Fa is respected.

If the Candle Dragon Palace has also become a Dao Sect, will it be the thunder method or the fire method?

Can't tell.

Don't say it then.

For the Taiqing Palace, the promotion of the Candle Dragon Palace will not only diminish their interests and reputation, but will also bring about disputes over orthodoxy. Why would they be willing?

The other is the geographical distinction.

The Human Race has seven domains in total, and the seven Dao Sects have each occupied one domain. If your Candle Dragon Palace becomes the Dao Sect, what will happen then?

A mountain cannot tolerate two tigers, who wants to divide the territory with you? If it is divided, who is the boss and who is the second?

Even for this possible regional dispute, the Seven Taoist Schools could not turn a blind eye to the Candle Dragon Palace.

In this way, although the Dao Sects of the various families are not going to come to the door to kill people, it is inevitable to exclude them intentionally or unintentionally.

Patriarch Wang Puxian had been fighting for the promotion of the candle dragon palace to Dao sect during his lifetime, and even he had cultivated to the realm of Dao master.

The realm of Taoist masters actually belongs to the cultivators of the nine realms.

However, the Taoist master is detached from the ordinary Nine Realm monks.

The main difference is that the Taoist must be the Nine-level monk, but the Nine-level monk is not necessarily the Taoist.

In layman's terms, the Dao Master’s dharma cultivation is equivalent to the "sword fairy" to the sword cultivation, and the "spiritual deity" to the spiritual cultivation...

It's a pity that even so, the Candle Dragon Palace failed to become Dao Zong in the end.

After Wang Puxian's ancestor fell, there has never been a new Taoist monk in the Candle Dragon Palace, and it is naturally even more impossible to plan the name of that Taoist sect.

This is because a Fa-xiu sect with a "Dao master" may not be able to become a Dao sect, but the Fa-xiu Tao sect must have a "Dao master".

This is a hard condition.

Inherited to this generation, there are now three Great Patriarchs of the Candle Dragon Hall.

One of them is named Wang Daode.

Patriarch Wang Daode is the most disappointed among the three great ancestors in the candle dragon hall today. He has neither great achievements nor earth-shattering cultivation skills.

Compared with the reputation of the other two patriarchs, this ancestor Wang Daode is more like an "otaku", staying in the candle dragon hall all day long.

Coupled with his sloppy image, he looks like an old farmer who knows the citrus trees in the back mountain all day long, which makes many disciples of the Candle Dragon Hall criticize him and disagree with this ancestor.

In addition, the patriarch Wang Daode has no children and no disciples in his life.

Therefore, in the face of the rumors and rumors of the sect disciples, there is no one who can speak for him, and his reputation in the Candle Dragon Palace is even lower.

The only thing that the disciples of the Candle Dragon Temple don’t understand is why every time the sect’s big annual meeting, the sloppy Wang Daode Patriarch will sit on the main seat, while the other two prominent Patriarchs are in the second seat?

Is this Patriarch a great master who is not revealed?

Later, a well-informed disciple found the answer to this question.

This is because this ancestor of Wang Daode is the only son of Wang Puxian, the first sect master of the Candle Dragon Hall, and at the same time, the person with the highest seniority in the Candle Dragon Hall.

But this news, instead of causing the sect disciples to change their views on the grand master Wang Daode, on the contrary, it made them look down on him even more.

The ancestor Wang Puxian was wise in his life, dedicated himself to the promotion of Taoist sect in the Zhulong Temple, and his cultivation reached the sky. He was close to heaven and human. Why is he a tiger and a dog?

In their view, Wang Daode is the only stain on Wang Puxian's father.

Until recent years, in the twilight years, the patriarch of the Candle Dragon Palace, who had the highest standing, did not know what moved his mortal heart, and suddenly accepted a monk from a remote southern state as his disciple.

It is also because of the great opinions on the Patriarch Wang Daode, so even everyone does not like the apprentice accepted by the Patriarch.

Even this monk named Mo Yan, because of being an apostle of the king's morality, is ranked first in the candle dragon palace.

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Candle Dragon Hall, Houshan.

The wind is high and fresh.

Mo Yan, dressed in black, went up the mountain.

On the mountain, there is a veteran Tsing Yi, with sleeves rolled up, carefully taking care of the few citrus trees that have been irradiated for many years.

But I don’t know why, even though the citrus trees have been quietly serving for many years, these citrus trees not only have no luxuriant branches and leaves, they are not fruitful, and even the branches and leaves have become more and more shriveled.

"Master." Mo Yan said respectfully to the old man.

The old way is like the back of his ears, without turning his head, he still looks carefully at the lines of the citrus leaves.

"Master," Mo Yan called again. Seeing that the old Dao still didn't answer, he didn't care about it, and said to himself: "I have realized the true meaning of fire, and I am ready to advance and refine the emptiness, so I came to say to Master. With a sigh, I shouldn't be able to see Master in these days."

"I have been alone on this mountain for thousands of years. I have long been used to it. Why don't you need to see it. It's best if you don't come," the old Taoist man turned his back to Mo Yan, facing the apprentice he had received in his later years. Shaking his head, he said disapprovingly: "Did you leave the clan a few days ago?"

"Well," Mo Yan didn't hide it, "went out with a friend."

"That's Lu Qingshan?" Old Dao had some impressions.

Mo Yan hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded, "Yes."

"How did you meet him? How did you relate to him?"

Mo Yan paused and organized some language, which was to tell all about Jiaolong Island back then.

After understanding the bond between his disciple and the Jian Xiu named Lu Qingshan, the old Taoist named Wang Daode couldn't help closing his eyes, and seemed to be thinking about something.

"Okay, I see," Finally, the old sloppy nodded, seemingly affirmed intentionally or unintentionally: "This son has great talents and righteousness, so you can get in touch more."

Mo Yan was silent for a moment, and did not answer.

"Retreat if nothing happens." The sloppy old road said leisurely.

"The disciple will withdraw first." Mo Yan immediately arched his hand and said goodbye.

"Let's go." The sloppy old road went on to look at his citrus tree.

Mo Yan didn't procrastinate, turning around and going down the mountain.

...

Just as Mo Yan turned and left, another figure floated down at this moment.

The visitors were also fluttering in green clothes, but compared to the old-fashioned and unsharp, they looked like a fairy.

This person appeared beside Wang Daode and shouted at the sloppy old Dao: "Uncle."

If others saw this scene, they would definitely be unbelievable.

Because this immortal Taoist who called the sloppy old Dao his little uncle was the ancestor Zhao Yuding among the three ancestors of the Candle Dragon Hall.

Zhao Yuding carefully stared at Mo Yan's back, thinking for a while, and finally asked slowly: "Uncle, you said that my luck for the next five thousand years in the Candle Dragon Palace depends on this small island from the southern region. Is he really sure of his small casual repair, so desperate?"

In the world, it is very common to tie the luck of a family to one son. This attributed a group of luck to one person. After all, Zhao Yuding was a little bit unbelieving in his heart, or in other words, he didn't believe it at all. .

Wang Daode seemed to have his own heart. He saw through Zhao Yuding’s thoughts at a glance. He did not directly argue, but said in a low voice: "The Seven Territories of Human Race, I do not know how many people have 20,000 years of luck. Decision?

We are a small candle dragon temple, and our luck for five thousand years is determined by one person, so why not? Is it possible that we can still beat Human Race? "

Zhao Yuding was at a loss for words.

"Then the luck he decided will be a blessing or a curse?" Zhao Yuding couldn't help asking again.

"It's a blessing or a curse. Except for the group of gods and gods, how can we ordinary people spy on the secret?" Wang Daode said flatly, "The only thing I can do is to do my best."

Zhao Yuding seemed to have thought of something, and then took a closer look at the face of the sloppy old way, and suddenly his face changed, "Uncle, you are starting to sacrifice that way..."

Wang Daodefeng nodded lightly.

"Is it worth...?" Zhao Yuding squeezed a few words from his throat with difficulty.

The sloppy old Dao said calmly: "He is the kind of our luck. Since I bet on him for the next five thousand years of luck in the Candle Dragon Palace, how can there be any reason why I want to win without a bet?"

"The ancestor of Wang Puxian, the Tianzong wizard, couldn't make our candle dragon palace go further. Do you believe he can do it?" Zhao Yuding was like an angry child, with dissatisfaction and complaints in his tone.

"I believe it." Old ways are just two words.

"Why is he? Just relying on his ability to refining different fires?" Zhao Yuding was unwilling, "Isn't he afraid of a road of no return?"

In fact, he hadn't paid much attention to what his little uncle said earlier that Mo Yan was related to the Qilong Temple's luck.

This is too big.

Although the Candle Dragon Palace is not comparable to the Taiqing Palace, it has become less and less powerful in recent years, but no matter how it is, it is the top sect that dominates the Zhongshan spiritual line, has tens of thousands of disciples, and is the world leader in fire law.

Such a candle dragon palace, Qi Ji will be affected by Mo Yan alone?

What a child's play!

He couldn't take it seriously.

But now, he also has to pay attention.

Because Wang Daode has already begun to make a desperate move, mobilizing Zhongshan Qi machine and...for Na Mo Yan to sacrifice eternal fire.

He can't be upset.

"It's a big road or a wrong road," Wang Daode said in a low voice, as if he was comforting Zhao Yuding and comforting himself, "I always have to walk around to find out."

"This candle dragon palace is the foundation laid down by my uncle's father, Taozong, and also the last wish of Wang Puxian.

Since my uncle is going to bet on a big bet, I, as an ‘outsider’, is naturally not good to say anything, nothing more! "Zhao Yuding gave a wry smile, flicked his sleeves, and left with a bit of anger.

After Zhao Yuding left, the sloppy old Dao stopped motionless for a long time, and finally looked at the few citrus trees he was serving.

It can be seen that there are already countless fresh buds growing under the tree's shriveled leaves.

Although it is not very obvious and not very vigorous, it is green and gratifying and full of vitality.

"The old tree spit out new shoots," Lao Dao's eyes were full of sadness, "Father...the child is not filial, and he has taken care of these citrus trees for a lifetime. I don't know if there will be a day for them to bear fruit.

Before his eyes, at this moment, there seemed to be scenes of childhood scenes flashing.

"Father, why don't these citrus trees bear fruit?"

"Father, play with me."

"Father, I have worked hard to do my homework during this period of time. The exercises have reached the fifth level. The elders and others praise me. Will you stay with me today..."

"Father, why are you with these citrus trees every day, but you have no time to accompany me?

Am I your son or these citrus trees? "

In the twilight, the sloppy, old-fashioned figure is depressed, and his beard and hair are messy.

When he was young, he was always dissatisfied that his father had no time to accompany him, but he always had time to look after these citrus trees.

At that time, he wanted to secretly cut down these citrus trees.

Until the day of his father's death, Taoist Candle Dragon, who was close to heaven in the eyes of the world, just took his hand, sighed leisurely, and said, "It's Daddy I'm sorry."

Then, there is no other explanation.

It was also after that day that he knew that the citrus trees that his father cared about were planted on the vitality of the Candle Dragon Hall.

When the dragon is prosperous, the tree is prosperous.

The candle dragon declines, but the tree withers.

The day the old tree bears fruit is when the candle dragon becomes the Taoist school.

Since then, he has taken care of himself and, like his father, he has taken care of these citrus trees day after day, which has been devoted to his father for most of his life.

But after the father’s death, no matter how carefully he took care of ~www.ltnovel.com~, the condition of these citrus trees was going bad.

The leaves of the citrus tree began to dry up, until a few years ago, it seemed to have some incurable disease and almost died.

He was sleepless in front of the citrus tree, sitting still for several years, exhausted.

Until that day, when the young man named Mo Yan entered the sect, one of the citrus trees, under the withered old leaves, suddenly pulled out a new bud.

"Why is he?" Wang Daode repeated Zhao Yuding's previous questioning, muttering to himself: "I don't know... After all, the secret is unpredictable."

"But, I seem to know a little now." Wang Daode cautiously rubbed the newly grown sprout, as if it were his most precious treasure.

"Lu Qingshan," Wang Daode chanted the name, looked at the new shoots full of trees, and muttered, "Is he...?"

Mo Yan was just a trip with this sword repairman named Lu Qingshan, and he was already...

Thousands of sails passed by the side of the sunken boat, Wan Muchun in front of the diseased tree.