I have a little bit of talent

The coming-of-age ceremony lasted until 12:30 in the evening, when many friends and guests greeted Fang Lu and Fang Mu one by one and left.

"Let someone else pack up the things. Come with me to the study first. I have something to tell you!"

Fang Mu was just about to see what kind of gifts his uncles had given him when his father called him back. He had no choice but to follow him to the study.

Fang's mother looked at the backs of the father and son, wanting to say something but stopping herself. There was some worry in her eyes, but she did not stop them.

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The next morning, it was another nice day with a suitable temperature, making it a great time for an outing.

On the avenue thirty miles away from Yangzhou City, a young man was walking slowly with a package on his back.

The young man was wearing a grey short-sleeved shirt and long trousers with a pair of ordinary long boots on his feet. His hair was not long, just touching his forehead. He looked no different from ordinary people, except that his handsome face seemed relaxed and comfortable, without any sign of fatigue of a traveler on the road.

This young man was naturally Fang Mu. After a conversation with Fang Lu last night, he was kicked out of the house without even being given the chance to say goodbye to his mother.

Only one package was lost, which contained some clothes for changing and silver for the journey, which was obviously prepared long ago.

"Qingxu Mountain is in Yizhou, and there's Yanzhou between it and Yangzhou. It's so far away that I'm afraid it will take several months to get there. Dad is really cruel."

Last night, Fang Lu asked Fang Mu to take the token to the Baiyun Temple in Qingxu Mountain, Yizhou to learn the true Taoist method, on the grounds that Fang Mu had built his foundation with the Taoist method.

"You are using the Taoist method to cultivate your spirit, so you should also learn some Taoist Kung Fu. Besides, the path of cultivation begins with the first step. You can hone yourself along the way, so that it will be easier to cross the threshold in the future. Otherwise, it will be like a flower in the mirror or a moon in the water. You must know that the deeper the foundation, the harder it will be to overcome."

Fang Mu knew that what his father said was true. In addition, he had only stayed in Yangzhou City for many years and had never really seen what this world was like. So he agreed immediately and went out with his package that night.

The clothes in the package were short shirts that Fang Mu wore for his daily practice. They were made by Fang's mother some time ago. Fang Mu's eyes felt sore when he saw them.

"I guess my mother knew I was going out and prepared everything for me in advance. I guess I won't see her again until the beginning of next spring."

After all, this was the first time that Fang Mu had truly left home to venture out into the world. Although his mother knew that her son would not be in any danger, she was reluctant to let him go!

Fang Mu himself was also very reluctant to leave, but his father was right. Without traveling thousands of miles, how could one comprehend the true Dharma? Without seeing the heaven and earth and all living beings, how could one see oneself?

Thinking of this, Fang Mu quickened his pace. He did not use his luck or energy, but only used his flesh to measure the world, and one step was several meters. His speed was very fast.

From time to time, it would cause exclamations from passers-by, travelers, or businessmen.

"What a fast speed! It seems that this boy is a cultivator."

Fang Mu ignored the surprise of others and quickened his pace. All he could hear was the whistling of the wind in his ears.

As the sky grew darker and dusk deepened, Fang Mu had already arrived at a small town a hundred miles away from Yangzhou City.

The town is called Qingshui Town, and it is named so because it is built by the lake.

This was also the first place Fang Mu arranged for himself to rest. After all, it was not far from Yangzhou City. He had visited here with his family a few years ago.

Fishing is one of Fang Lu's few hobbies, and there are rich species of fish in Qingshui Lake. Many people come here to fish. When Fang Lu first returned to Yangzhou, he would always invite three or two friends to come here to fish every few months. However, he has come less frequently in recent years, so Fang Mu is not unfamiliar with Qingshui Town.

After arriving at the only inn in the town and booking a room, Fang Mu lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and entered his sea of ​​consciousness to sort out yesterday's gains.

Anyone who has made success in training his spirit and opening up his sea of ​​consciousness can create space in his sea of ​​consciousness, with the ability to put Mount Sumeru into a mustard seed. Naturally, Fang Mu can do the same.

With Fang Mu's nearly perfected spiritual cultivation, the mustard seed space he opened up was dozens of meters in size, and was now filled with all kinds of items.

The gifts received yesterday were also among them, mainly medicinal herbs and spiritual materials, as well as some rare books on martial arts. I didn't look through them carefully last night, so now I have time to clean them up.

"Blood-activating pills, rejuvenation pills, poison-avoiding pills, and energy-recovering pills. These are probably given by the teacher. There are quite a lot of them. They are all top-grade pills."

"Returning Wind Sword Technique, Qianyuan Gangqi, Cutting Pulse Technique... There are a few more skills to practice."

"Yin Yang True Cultivation Method? What is this?" Fang Mu found a different book, wrapped tightly. He opened it out of curiosity and took a look, then closed it again immediately.

"It must have been sent by Huang Ren and Bai Xiaoxiao. Are you kidding me? I have seen a lot of things in my previous life. Why are you testing me with this?"

Fang Mu threw the book into the corner of the space and left it to gather dust.

There weren't many gifts, they only took up a very small portion of the items in the space. The largest portion of the remaining items was food.

The best beef, mutton, pork, as well as pickled chicken, duck, sausage, rice, flour, grain and oil, almost took up half of the mustard space. Even the peach blossom wine produced by Yuanxianlou was moved in dozens of jars.

The rest are daily necessities such as pots, pans, and bowls, as well as sundries such as ropes, sickles, and hammers.

The most exaggerated one is the large wooden barrel usually used for medicinal baths, which is two meters in size.

Since opening up the mustard seed space, Fang Mu has basically thrown everything he can use into it. The kitchen of Fang Mansion has been emptied several times. The kitchen expenses have increased several times in the past two months. The cleaning tools used by the servants in the house have also been replaced several times.

There is no concept of time in the mustard seed space, and the things put in it will not rot or spoil, and it is indeed suitable for putting food and daily necessities in it. However, other spiritual masters basically put in panaceas and magic weapons.

Only Fang Mu would make use of the mustard seed space in this way.

If there is space, you have to use it. This was probably the nature of ordinary people in the past life.

"If I had encountered such a space in the end times in my previous life, I would definitely be the protagonist."

Fang Mu thought with some pride.

After clearing the items in the space, Fang Mu continued to use his soul to observe the visualization diagram.

The old Taoist in the visualization picture still had no expression on his face, and Fang Mu's soul, the young Taoist priest, sat obediently in front of the visualization picture.

Strands of energy from heaven and earth that were invisible to the naked eye slowly gathered from all around Qingshui Town, flowed in from the top of Fang Mu's head, and went straight into his soul.

As the breath of heaven and earth flowed in, Fang Mu's soul felt neither sad nor happy. His nine-inch soul slowly grew taller and larger at an almost invisible speed.

Suddenly, green fire appeared and began to temper the soul. The soul, which had originally grown a little bigger, was ground back to its original shape and condensed a little more.

This cycle repeats itself over and over again, and the night passes in a flash.