The abandoned girl became an immortal and became the ancestor of the immortal sect

One morning a month later, Lu Nanzhi was meditating and suddenly felt that her whole body was surrounded by a warm force. She didn't do anything, but a steady stream of spiritual energy and demonic energy poured into her automatically like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea. inside the body.

She did not open her eyes, but at this moment she felt the surrounding environment with her consciousness for the first time.

She could clearly "see" the bamboo leaves trembling slightly when the wind blew through the bamboo forest two miles away, and she could also "smell" the faint fishy smell emitted by the bamboo forest after the rain.

Less than half a cup of tea later, she felt her head was slightly hot, so she took back her spiritual consciousness.

It happened that at this time, she "saw" her brother Lu Mingqu and her second master Chen Zhengji standing outside the door looking at her.

Lu Minggu's face was full of excitement and pride, "Master, is my sister about to make a breakthrough?"

Chen Zhengji also looked full of appreciation, "I didn't expect that your sister would break through again in such a short period of time. She even learned to release her spiritual consciousness. Let's wait here, don't disturb her yet."

"Well," Lu Minggu suppressed the urge to rush up to congratulate his sister and kept his eyes fixed on her.

It wasn't until Lu Nazhi refined all the new spiritual energy that entered her body and completed a breakthrough in cultivation that she slowly opened her eyes.

"Sister!" Lu Minggu rushed forward immediately, "I just learned that you completed the wish-fulfillment order and got the qualification to go to the conference. You have made another breakthrough."

With smiles in his eyes, he patted Lu Nanzhi's head happily, "Brother, you are too much behind now."

"Brother," Lu Nanzhi called out affectionately, then stood up and saluted Chen Zhengji, "Why are you and Second Master here?"

"After Master and I came back from dealing with the flood and settling the victims, the new dean asked the Second Master to come find you. When I found out, I followed."

"Looking for me?" Lu Nanzhi remembered what Wu Liang had said to her, "Are you here to teach me how to practice swordsmanship?"

Lu Minggu was a little surprised, "Sister, you are too smart. You knew it before we even told you."

Lu Nazhi chuckled and said respectfully to Chen Zhengji: "Second Master personally came to me to teach me swordsmanship. Nanzhi is very grateful."

Chen Zhengji waved his hand, "There is no need for this. You will represent our Tianji Academy in the Dao Conference in the future. It would be great if I, as the master, can help you more."

He stopped talking nonsense and said directly: "Do you have a sword now?"

Lu Nazhi nodded and took out the Taoist sword given by Wu Liang from the Qiankun bag.

The first time Chen Zhengji saw Dao Daojian, his expression changed.

Lu Minggu also noticed something strange about his master, "Master, what's wrong with you? Is there anything wrong with this sword?"

Chen Zhengji laughed loudly, shook his head and said, "No, no, I'm just surprised that the Martial Master would give this sword to you."

He paused and continued: "This sword originally belonged to his master, Lu Bufa."

"Ah!" After hearing this, Lu Minggu felt as if he was struck by lightning, his eyes widened, "This, this, this, is Patriarch Lu Bufa's sword?"

Chen Zhengji: "Exactly."

Lu Mingquan: "But that's not right. I remember Master Lu Xian's sword is clearly called the Kaitian Sword."

Chen Zhengji explained: "Master Lu had a total of three swords in his life. The Dao Dao Sword was the sword he used at the beginning, but he didn't use it much later."

For ordinary monks, it's enough to have one sword that can be used against them, but for sword cultivators, it's not unusual to have a few dozen swords.

Even if they already have their natal sword, few sword cultivators know how to use it to the end.

The sword is like a friend. He becomes a close friend with the sword cultivator at different stages of his life. During the growth process of the sword cultivator, he either stays with him for the rest of his life, or the two gradually drift apart.

When the sword cultivator's state of mind does not blend with the sword itself, finding a new sword becomes a matter of course.

Lu Nanzhi looked at the sword in his hand and murmured: "It turns out to be the sword that the ancestor first used..."

When Lu Minggu heard what his master said, he was so excited that he wanted to borrow his sister's sword to take a closer look and touch it.

He had just drawn out his sword and made a sword flower, but before he could stop it, he heard a loud cry.

"Hey! Chen Zhengji, what are you doing here?"

Lu Minggu was startled by Weng Jia's strange cry, and almost lost his grip on the Taoist Sword and pricked his foot.

He respectfully bowed to Weng Jia as a disciple, but Weng Jia didn't even look at him.

Weng Jia ran over in three steps and looked at Chen Zhengji menacingly, "What are you doing here?"

Before Chen Zhengji could answer, he waved his hand again and said impatiently: "I don't care what you are doing here, just leave quickly."

"While my two junior sisters are collecting herbs, leave immediately! Leave immediately! Otherwise, if they see it, I will have to work hard to collect the body for you."

Lu Minggu was confused by Sixth Master's call. Why was this involved in collecting the corpse?

Lu Nanzhi understood.

The two aunts, Tang Dai and Tang Yan, still have no intention of forgiving the people in the Jiuzhou sect. If they see the second master, they will inevitably have a fierce battle.

Lu Nazhi also advised: "Brother, I will tell you later, you should go back with the second master first."

Chen Zhengji, however, stood as still as a pine, "No, I promised the martial artist uncle that I would teach her swordsmanship, so I can't break my promise and return without success."

Weng Jia was stunned for a moment, and then he was so angry that his mouth was full of smoke.

"What did you say? Who asked you to come? What did you say you came to do?"

Lu Minggu thought that Sixth Master did not understand, so he explained for his master: "Sixth Master, what my master said is that our new dean, dean Wu Liang, asked my master to teach her swordsmanship."

He shook the sword in his hand and said to Rong Youyan: "Look, Dean Wu has even prepared a sword for my sister, and it's Master's Taoist sword!"

Weng Jia was so angry that his beard stood on end. He hit Lu Minggan on the head with a fried chestnut, "I'm not deaf, I heard you!"

Lu Minggu covered his swollen forehead. He wanted to refute but didn't dare, so he could only hide behind his sister and muttered, "Then what are you asking..."

However, Chen Zhengji couldn't see Weng Jia's burning anger at all and said righteously: "Senior Weng, don't take it out on the child."

Weng Jia rolled up his sleeves, "Okay, I won't take it out on your apprentice, I'll take it out on you."

Lu Nanzhi immediately pressed Weng Jia's raised hand and said, "Master, if you have something to say, please tell me. It won't be good if I destroy the sisters' medicine hut later."

Her words hit the nail on the head, and Weng Jia considered it for a moment before quickly putting down his sleeves.

Weng Jia: "Tell me, that old guy from Wu Liang, why does he have such shamelessness to instruct my apprentice?"

"Besides, why should my apprentice practice swordsmanship? It's not your turn to teach him even if he practices swordsmanship!"