Mysterious mirror hanging high

Spring goes and autumn comes, there is no time in the practice of Taoism.

The three peaks of Xuan Ce Sect stand side by side, presenting the momentum of three talents. The Tianji Peak is the place where the sect holds meetings, bestows titles, holds sacrifices, and performs martial arts, and it is the tallest and most majestic.

[Diquan Peak] is the place where the Hundred Arts Hall of Immortal Cultivation, as well as the caves where the major Jindan elders and true disciples of the sect practice.

[Renpan Peak] is the place where inner and outer disciples and deacons practice and live. Although spiritual energy is the least, it is the most lively and the most down-to-earth fairy mountain.

On this day, a female cultivator with a sword walked down from Renpan Peak. This female cultivator had red lips and white teeth, and a beautiful appearance. Although she was not stunningly beautiful, she was still beautiful. Especially the magic sword with a python skin scabbard hanging around her waist, which added a heroic spirit that was rare among ordinary female cultivators.

This person's name is [Yang Wan], an inner disciple of Xuan Ce Sect. He is over sixty years old and has already reached the initial stage of foundation building.

In a small domain like Yunchuan, a foundation-building cultivator can be called an "adult" in the market, but in the Zhongzhou domain, he is nothing. It's just that there are not too many foundation-building cultivators in the Xuan Ce Sect now, which is why he is so precious.

On the way, Yang Wan met a few fellow disciples and greeted them briefly. One of them asked with a smile:

"Junior Sister Yang, where are we going?"

Yang Wan chuckled softly and said, "Brother, isn't today the day when the elder who teaches the skills gives his annual sermon to all the disciples? Junior sister, I'm going to the Xuanjing Residence on Diquan Peak to get a good seat!"

The man asked curiously, "It's just dawn now, and there are still three hours until the elder's noon sermon. Why are you so anxious, Junior Sister?"

Yang Wan replied, "Going there early shows your sincerity. Maybe you can get some guidance from the elders in advance."

"It's hard to say. This elder who teaches the sermons has been here for ten years now. In the first year, he even pretended to come to Renpan Peak to give a lecture. Later, perhaps because he got lazy, he moved the lecture venue to the front door of his own cave, so we disciples have to go to Diquan Peak to listen to the lectures..."

The disciple grumbled, obviously feeling a little resentful.

"It's only once a year, why complain, brother?"

"Yes, no wonder the junior sister speaks up for the elder. She is hoping that the elder will give her some special treatment!" someone nearby said.

"Tsk! Stop gossiping about me. If you practice diligently and study the magic and weapon techniques in depth, the elders will naturally give you special treatment!" Yang Wan scolded with a smile, and finally revealed a bit of her true unrestrained and bold temperament. She clenched the magic sword in her hand and walked down the mountain at a much faster pace.

The disciple's joke just now was not groundless. Yang Wan was indeed favored by Jing Yu and often gave her guidance in private. There were even rumors about the two of them in the peak in the early days, causing quite a stir.

But Yang Wan's heart was as clear as a mirror. Xuan Jing Zhenren was a peerless genius who had achieved the golden and purple elixir state. How could he possibly look down on her, an inner sect disciple who had just entered the foundation-building stage? The reason he often gave her guidance was, firstly, because of his flamboyant personality and the shamelessness he had in asking for it, and secondly, because he truly valued her talent.

She has possessed some magical powers since she awakened her spiritual roots at a young age. She is always more adept at wielding sharp weapons than other magical weapons, and their power is also slightly greater. Therefore, she uses the magic sword as her main tool for cultivation.

But she is not a pure swordsman who only cares about the sword and does not rely on external things.

In Yang Wan's view, the sword is just a weapon with great power and there is nothing special about it. The reason why she uses the magic sword is not because she loves swords, but simply because the power of the magic sword is stronger than the magic weapons such as knives, guns, swords, and halberds.

Because of this, the style she excels in is more inclined towards the [Sword Technique] which uses magic to assist the sword-controlling technique. Its killing power is difficult to compare with that of pure sword cultivation, but it excels in having more means.

In addition, she also cultivates her body, making her a rare person who practices both magic and body. Even though she has just entered the foundation-building stage, her combat power is already outstanding among the cultivators in the early stage of foundation-building.

Of course, this is also inseparable from the guidance of Master Xuan Jing.

"I've had a lot of questions about magic and sword control accumulated over the past few days, so I'd like to ask them all today..."

She pondered in her heart and slowly climbed up the [Diquan Peak].

"Fairy! Please stay."

Just as Yang Wan was thinking, a warm and sincere voice called her. She turned around and saw a young man in brocade clothes with an upright figure and a resolute face.

The young man was holding a golden-red magic sword with a slight purple hue, and he exuded a powerful aura of the late foundation-building stage. When he met Yang Wan's eyes, they were both stunned.

Even though Yang Wan was a bold and aggressive person, she couldn't help but avoid his gaze subconsciously at this moment, thinking secretly in her heart:

"What a majestic young man!"

The young man in brocade robes' ears turned redder, and he whispered, "Fairy, I am Guan Zhen of [Jiang Ge], and I need to see Master Xuan Jing. I just asked an outer disciple who was practicing Qi, and he only said that Master Xuan Jing lived in [Diquan Peak], but didn't tell me the specific location..."

"So he's a talented person from [Jian Ge]!"

Yang Wan knew Guan Zhen's identity and felt a sense of loss for no reason. "Jiang Pavilion is one of the three pavilions in Zhongzhou. When it comes to the fighting power of its disciples, it is the highest among the three pavilions. It can't be compared with a small sect like Xuan Ce Sect..."

Even though she felt unhappy, she put on a brave face. Yang Wan said calmly, "Are you here to find the elder who's teaching you the skills? Coincidentally, I'm also here to find the elder. Why don't you follow me?"

Guan Zhen didn't know how he had offended the woman in front of him. He had a strong swordsmanship and was keenly aware of Yang Wan's sudden coldness. He felt a little disappointed, but he still asked, "May I ask the fairy's name?"

"[Renpan Peak] Yang Wan."

The two walked side by side, slowly climbing up the mountainside, without saying a word along the way, like a pair of lovers who had had a quarrel.

Both of them were foundation-building cultivators, so their leg strength was naturally extraordinary. In less than a quarter of an hour, they had already reached the mountainside and arrived at a quiet place, which was in front of the door of the green bamboo cottage [Xuan Jing Ju] where Jing Yu practiced.

After arriving at the place, Guan Zhen felt a little disappointed, and even hoped that the mountain road could be longer.

It was still too early for the sermon, and there were no disciples in front of Xuan Jing Ju, so the place was empty.

Yang Wan went forward and knocked on the door, calling out, "Is the master here?"

"Is that Wan'er? Come in."

An extremely lazy voice came from inside the door. As soon as the voice fell, the bamboo door of the Green Bamboo Cottage slowly opened.

Yang Wan and Guan Zhen walked in and saw a young man in a gray robe with a heroic face lying on a cloud with his legs crossed. He held a volume of strange stories in his right hand and a green jade teapot in his left hand. He was reading the book with relish, and from time to time he took a sip of tea from the spout of the pot, looking very leisurely and comfortable.

Seeing this scene, Guan Zhen opened his mouth wide, not knowing what to say.

Jing Yu looked up and saw that there was someone following Yang Wan. He seemed startled and quickly sat up straight, coughing lightly.

"I had expected a distinguished guest to come today, but I never imagined it would be fellow Daoist fellow!"