I have a little bit of talent

There are thirteen states in the Great Zhou Dynasty. There is a Yanzhou between Yangzhou and Yizhou. They are thousands of miles apart, so the weather is naturally different.

There were still strong winds and heavy rains with thunder and lightning around Yunding Mountain in Yizhou, but in Yangzhou City, there was a bright moon hanging high in the sky with silver light shining on the earth. Although it was midsummer, it was still somewhat cool at night.

It was already midnight, and most of the people in the Fang Mansion were sleeping and resting. Zhao Ming from the Iron Fist Sect suddenly fainted during the day and has not woken up since then. He is still digesting that pure spiritual power.

Since they were in the Fang Mansion, Zhao Ming naturally had no safety risks. But just in case, Han Tieyi and Tieshan still stayed in Zhao Ming's room to look after him, while the other Iron Fist Sect disciples went back to their rooms to rest.

Fang Lu sat alone in the study, reading an ancient scroll.

Although he seemed quite strict with Fang Mu, he cared about his young son the most. He knew Fang Mu was still in a coma. Although he knew that he was not seriously injured, he couldn't help feeling worried. He couldn't tell Fang's mother about it and make her worry, so he could only come to the study to read to relieve his boredom.

Although his eyes were fixed on the ancient scroll, Fang Lu's mind flew to Yunding Mountain in Yizhou.

"There are still five years left. After five years, I can leave Yangzhou City permanently, and it will be much more convenient for me to do things.

"That means Zheng'er and Mu'er should grow up and take on more responsibilities."

Just as Fang Lu was thinking in his heart, a figure appeared silently behind him, but he didn't notice it at all.

“Tsk tsk, using the Three Flowers and Five Qi to cultivate the body, and the Seven Emotions and Six Desires to refine the soul, in just a few decades he has reached such a realm, reversing yin and yang, and going against the innate, it is truly amazing.”

The young Taoist saw through Fang Lu's cultivation level at a glance, and with his vision he couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"It's okay to have such a high level of cultivation, but it's truly amazing that you can create such a sword technique that is pure in killing intent. You are destined to be my disciple."

In the eyes of this young Taoist, Fang Lu’s cultivation was indeed profound, but it was nothing. However, his ability to create the God-Slaying Sword Technique made him look at him differently.

Seeing Fang Lu still reading with his mind wandering, the young Taoist priest spoke directly.

"You seem to be holding your book upside down."

Fang Lu was startled when he heard these familiar words. He first looked at the book in his hand, then turned around and saw a young Taoist in a bright red Taoist robe looking at him with a smile.

"Fang Lu greets the senior." Fang Lu bowed deeply, with a huge wave of emotion in his heart.

With his current level of cultivation, he had already transcended the mundane world and entered the supreme realm. His soul illuminated the universe and he was nearly omnipotent.

Even the most holy teacher of Confucianism, the founder of Taoism, and the Buddha of Buddhism could not hide their aura in front of him, but this young Taoist appeared behind him, and he did not notice it at all. It was not until he spoke that he realized who this Taoist was and why he came here?

"Don't think about it. I came from your son. We are destined to be together. I have come here to accept you as my disciple."

Although Fang Lu saluted calmly, the young Taoist saw through his thoughts at a glance and without any hesitation, he stated his purpose directly.

"I have my own master and am a descendant of Confucianism, but you are a Taoist. How could you have a connection with me?" Fang Lu shook his head and refused. As an orthodox descendant of Confucianism, it was impossible for him to switch to another sect just because of a word from a young Taoist priest, even though he could not see through the Taoist priest's cultivation, it was obviously far superior to his.

In fact, the moment he found the young Taoist priest, Fang Lu had already used his soul to sense him, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not sense the Taoist priest's aura at all, and there was only air in front of him. If the Taoist priest had not appeared in front of him, he would have suspected that there was something wrong with his soul.

Since the young Taoist really exists and can easily obscure and confuse his spiritual perception, his cultivation must be higher than his own. As for how big the gap is, Fang Lu has no idea.

"I am not from this world. Since you have created such a murderous sword technique, you should be my disciple. It doesn't matter whether you are from the Confucian school or the Taoist school, as long as you are not from the Buddhist school."

The young Taoist said this impatiently, and without waiting for Fang Lu to reply, he pointed out.

Fang Lu thought something was wrong and was about to dodge, but he felt his soul was blinded and his body seemed to be pressed by tons of rocks. He could not move and could only let the Taoist point his finger at his forehead.

An extremely pure sword intent, which was even more profound than the God-Slaying Sword Intent and whose killing intent was countless times more terrifying, was transmitted into Fang Lu's sea of ​​consciousness.

This sword intent was composed of extremely pure murderous intent, as if it could cut off all life in the world. Its lofty intention and heavy murderous nature were truly something Fang Lu had never seen in his life. In comparison, the god-slaying sword technique that Fang Lu had created himself was countless times inferior.

As soon as the Taoist's sword intent entered Fang Lu's sea of ​​consciousness, it caused the sword intent of beheading the gods to manifest. It hid far away in the corner of the sea of ​​consciousness like a mouse seeing a cat, not daring to approach, allowing the sword intent to firmly surround Fang Lu's soul and gradually blend into it. Fang Lu could not help but close his eyes and concentrate, comprehending this sword intent.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe just a moment, or it seemed like ten thousand years had passed. Fang Lu suddenly opened his eyes, and a sword light flew out of his eyes uncontrollably, piercing through the roof of the study silently and going up to the sky, then passing through the nine heavenly strong winds and flying straight into the sky before disappearing.

"Thank you for teaching me, Master." Fang Lu quickly suppressed his soul's sword intent and was about to bow to the young Taoist, but he found that there was no one in front of him and the Taoist had already disappeared.

Fang Lude was taught a supreme sword skill, and he did not sense any Taoist aura from it. He knew that this sword skill did not come from Taoism. In addition, the Taoist said that he was not from this world, so he accepted his teacher's identity and changed his title.

With this pure sword intent of killing, Fang Lu's cultivation will be able to go further in time. With such a great favor, it is only right for him to take the Taoist as his teacher.

When Fang Lu reached this level, he had already stood at the top of this realm. Even in the universe, he was considered a top master. It would be extremely difficult for him to make further progress. It might take thousands or even tens of thousands of years to break through. However, a sword intent from the Taoist priest could enable him to ascend to the next level. It could be seen that the cultivation level of this young Taoist priest was far beyond what Fang Lu had thought before. He might really have the ability to create the world and destroy all living things.

In fact, the young Taoist did not go far away. He just flew over the city of Yangzhou and looked down at the earth. He did not know when a wine jug appeared in his hand. He took a sip from time to time. He looked naturally comfortable and enjoyed himself very much.

He saw a ray of sword light breaking through the clouds and flying into the sky, and Fang Lu's voice faintly appeared in his ears.

The young Taoist chuckled and flew towards the sky along the strong wind created by the sword light.

"I'm going to go play outside the sky for a while. I'll come back to see your progress after a while. Don't let me down."

Just when Fang Lu was feeling somewhat annoyed by the disappearance of the young Taoist priest, a frivolous voice sounded in his mind.

"I will never let my teacher down."

Although he could not see anyone, Fang Lu still bowed deeply. It took him a long time to stand up straight, but he had many thoughts in his mind.

"This teacher seems to have incredible powers. If we have his help, things will be much easier in the future."

After all, he is a person who is good at calculating. Fang Lu had just become the Taoist's apprentice, but he was already thinking about how to take advantage of the Taoist.

Fortunately, the Taoist didn't know what he was thinking at the moment, otherwise, according to his temper, he would have drawn his sword and cleared the way for him.