Woo--

Woo woo!

Suddenly there was a noise coming from beside him, and Mu Wanxuan was already sitting on the kang trying to make the jade flute sound.

Wang Sheng looked around for a while, shook his head and chuckled, and went back to the inner room to clean up with his suitcase.

Soon, Wang Sheng, who had already changed back to his usual dress of big shorts and shorts, dressed in flip-flops, jumped to the eaves of the roof again, and meditated and practiced in his own exclusive position.

Of course, there is inevitably a wooden board under his butt. After all, he is just a flesh-and-blood body in the late stage of the God-Concentration Realm, and his buttocks are also soft.

Today, there was an ancient sword with sheaths beside him, and a jade pendant was hung on the sword bore of the ancient sword.

Mu Wanxuan also changed into loose practice clothes and sat in meditation in the mountains not far from the courtyard gate. The jade flute was accompanied by her, and strands of vitality were lingering on it, and was slowly nourished by Mu Wanxuan.

In the evening, the sound of intermittent flutes floated in the forest, and Wang Sheng practiced with a sword in the open space in front of the courtyard.

Although it is not a melody, the sound of the flute is so melodious and pleasant, very soft.

After a while, Wang Sheng stood on a huge rock, looking at the colorful clouds of the West Mountain, his eyes showing a faint thought. He was thinking about how he, his senior sister and his master would go in the future.

When practicing Taoism, we should pay attention to the Dharma, wealth and land, and the word "wealth" is indispensable.

The master's Taoist inheritance has no mountain, and the word "content" is not as profound. It is just a small bronze box passed down by the ancestor.

The master is used to practicing cultivation, but his senior sister is not familiar with the world, but he has to consider it for his master.

Tsk, I suddenly feel the pride that I am a small pillar at home...
Chapter completed!