Chapter 2 Children

The rising sun was the first to shine on Lingyun Peak, and there was a faint incense wafting in the air.

As far as the eye can see, I can only see dozens of large and small pavilions and pavilions, or tall and magnificent or delicate and elegant, or solemn or graceful and gorgeous, all bathed in the faint morning light, looming in the green waves and flowers and mist, like the immortal holy realm, there are many disciples under the mighty gate of Tianjian Gate, which can be seen from these numerous buildings.

In the middle of Lingyun Peak, there is a tall hall out of the abrupt out, the eaves and arches are relaxed, majestic and majestic, I don't know how many years it has been built, I saw a big plaque hanging on the top of the main hall door, which is carved with three vigorous and powerful characters: Shengming Palace!

On the wide square in front of the hall, a tall stone carving giant grabbed his sword and pointed at the sky, the ghostly axe was vivid, and the solemn and majestic expression on his face could be seen clearly, majestic and solemn, and he was proud of the sky! Nearly 100 disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were practicing their swords here, their movements were neat and uniform, and the sound of the sharp sword breaking through the air was constantly ringing.

There is a clean courtyard behind the Shengming Palace, a thick ancient pine breaks out of the courtyard, there is a wind blowing, and the leaves collide with the sound of rustling, such as a quiet symphony.

A man in the courtyard stood with a sword in his hand, his beard fluttering in the wind, wearing a light gray robe, tall and burly standing straight, with sharp facial features on his face, and a kind of spirit that was not angry and self-imposing.

The other three children stood in a row, holding short swords behind them, they were Dong Bufan, the son of Chaoyangzi, Qin Xianglan, the daughter of Qin Mian, and Xue Lingfeng, the son of Xue Xiaotian.

Ten years ago, after the Five Swords of Tianmen fell to the Three Swords, Chaoyangzi devoted all his body and mind to cultivating the three children, who will be the pillars of the new generation of Tianjianmen and the future of Tianjianmen.

Chaoyangzi looked at the three children in front of him, raised his voice and said: "You must always remember that sword cultivators, first cultivate their hearts, then their bodies, and then their swords, and cultivate their hearts, that is, to break off delusion and get rid of distracting thoughts, and calm their hearts and people, so as to better sense the creation of heaven and earth, and more importantly, to keep the true self and prevent evil spirits from invading and escaping into the devil's path, which has a lot to do with character endowment, life circumstances and personal creation, so mind cultivation will also accompany you throughout your life." ”

"Yes, master!"

The three children agreed in unison, their voices were loud, but the three immature faces were serious, and they didn't know if they understood what Chaoyangzi had just said.

In this era when the concept of righteousness and demons and the views of sects are extremely strong, as a righteous sect, this is a compulsory course for the master to admonish every day, even the Heavenly Sword Sect is no exception.

Chaoyangzi glanced at the three children again, and continued: "Did you recite the 'meditation formula' silently when you got up in the morning?"

"Go back to Master, read it!"

Chaoyangzi nodded slightly and said: "Well, self-cultivation is to refine the body, strengthen the body externally, stabilize the meridians internally, only a strong physique can carry extraordinary internal strength, you practice sword every day is to strengthen the body! Now go to practice the sword, and wait for me in the 'Shouxin Hall' after morning class." ”

"Yes, master!"

The three children still responded in unison, turned around and practiced the sword, but as soon as they turned their backs, the serious expression on their faces was immediately replaced by laughter, chasing and fighting, after all, they are all children about ten years old, and they are playful by nature, I am afraid that this will have thrown the master's admonition just now out of the clouds!

After the three children left, one of them walked out slowly from the back of the house, dressed in neat and elegant green clothes, with a calm expression and a kind smile, this person was Xu Changfeng, one of the three swords of Tianmen.

I saw that his face looked even older than Chaoyangzi, this man who was a man of the world ten years ago, now he seems to be just a slightly thin ordinary person, without a trace of killing intent on his body, and even in his eyes and expressions, he can't find much earthly taste.

He seems to have transcended the mortal world, no joy, no sorrow, no desire, everything in the world seems to be out of his eyes, except for the trace of the eyes that can't be concealed, sadness!

He has dominated the world for nearly a hundred years, but I don't know if in his deep heart, there will be some past that will never be forgotten, whether it is remorse, unwillingness, or attachment.

Xu Changfeng came to Chaoyangzi and stood still, with a calm and indifferent smile on his face, bowed slightly and arched his hand: "I've seen the senior brother of the sect master!"

Chaoyangzi glanced at him, raised his hand and said, 'Senior Brother Changfeng doesn't have to be polite', he looked away, looked at the backs of the three children and continued: "The three junior nephews are very talented, and their achievements in the future will not be under us!"

Chaoyangzi finally showed a relieved smile and said: "Yes, extraordinary talent is higher, Xianglan is also smart and intelligent, but Ling Feng is honest and stubborn, and faintly reveals awe-inspiring righteousness, and is more worthy of great responsibility!

Both of them deliberately stayed on Xue Lingfeng for a few more moments, and after glancing at each other, they both wanted to stop talking, Xu Changfeng seemed to sigh in his heart, and then gave up.