I have a little bit of talent

The first day of August in the twenty-third year of Changlong in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Time flies. It has been a week since the opening ceremony of the Liehuo Sect. The story of Fang Mu's battle with Madam Qingye has spread throughout the world through the mouths of many disciples who came to watch the ceremony.

Fang Mu's reputation finally improved, and the saying that Fang Lu had two sons, a dragon and a bug, finally became a thing of the past.

"The twin dragons of the Fang Mansion, zizizizi, Brother Fang, you have become very famous recently. I heard that many people from other sects want to come to the Fiery Flame Sect to visit you."

Next to the small lake on the top of Yunding Mountain, Ye Qingci, dressed in green, was teasing a small fish. She took a sip from the bottle of wine in her hand from time to time, and teased Fang Mu with a flushed face.

Since the day when this little girl drank for the first time, it was as if she had opened the door to a new world. She developed a strong interest in drinking. These days, she would ask Fang Mu for a few bottles of peach blossom wine every day. She was like a little drunkard.

The other three members of the Sword Sect were no longer surprised. They all had bitter expressions on their faces, knowing that it would be difficult for them to return this time.

"Not to mention the disciples from other sects, even in my Liehuo Sect there are many people who admire Brother Fang. If the Sect Master hadn't ordered not to harass him, I don't know how many disciples would have come to see Brother Fang."

Boss Mo sat on a rock nearby with a smile on his face and joined in the joke.

At this time, he was not carrying the big sword that he always carried with him. His eyes showed a hint of red light as he talked and laughed, which combined with his rough face made him look a little creepy.

"That's right. Brother Fang's reputation has spread far and wide today. It's cause for celebration."

Tong Qianjun beside him also stroked the Red Flame Sword in his hand and smiled. The divine Red Flame Sword flashed with light, and the sword body trembled slightly, as if agreeing with what the master said.

"That's enough from the rest of you." Fang Mu looked at his friends with a helpless look, feeling that he had made the wrong friends.

He had been hiding his identity because he was afraid of these troubles. The constant visits in the past few days really annoyed him. He felt much more tired than the previous battle with Madam Aoba that exhausted his spiritual power.

"People who practice cultivation cannot avoid the burden of fame and fortune, but Brother Fang is unconventional. No wonder he has achieved such success."

Chen Qingfeng, who was standing next to Fang Mu, was obviously much more reliable. He was quite impressed by Fang Mu's performance. His face was slightly pale at this moment, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, but his eyes were unusually bright, and he had quite a bit of the demeanor of a Confucian disciple.

"Everyone knows that practicing is good, and fame, fortune and wealth are indispensable. Throughout history, countless masters have been burdened by fame. If Brother Fang can always maintain his original intention and not be shaken by fame and fortune, his future achievements will be limitless."

This made a lot of sense. Not only did Mo and Tong agree with it, but several people from the Sword Sect also nodded in agreement.

"Well said, another glass!" Ye Qingci happily drank the wine in her hand in one gulp and asked Fang Mu for more.

"Junior sister, you have drunk enough today, you can't drink anymore!" Mo Qingyang's face darkened and he said unhappily:

"Oh,"

Ye Qingci still had some awe in her heart for her senior brother Mo Qingyang, so she could only nod in agreement and lower her head.

Seeing this scene, Fang Mu couldn't help but laugh in his heart, but his face showed no emotion.

"Brother Chen, please don't praise me so much. The reason why I don't value fame, wealth and power is because these things are useless to me.

"From childhood to adulthood, since I started practicing, I have never lacked resources, silver, elixirs, magic skills, and secret techniques. These things that ordinary people pursue are not worth mentioning in my opinion. There is nothing I can do about it. Who made me be reborn into a good family?

"If I were just an ordinary citizen, I would probably seek fame for these cultivation resources."

Fang Mu's words were not wrong. Although the cultivation culture was very popular in the Great Zhou world, it was not easy for ordinary independent cultivators and ordinary disciples of sects to obtain resources for cultivation. Often, one elixir or one unique skill would cost all the money. Although the lives of low-level cultivators were much better than those of ordinary people, they were still far from the real people in famous holy places.

Don’t you see that Tieshan, as the eldest brother of the Iron Fist Sect and the direct disciple of Han Tieyi, had to protect the merchants from Huaicheng as they traveled through the Luoxia Mountains to earn money in the past few years?

Although Han Tieyi's intention is to temper the minds of his disciples, it also shows the difficulties faced by ordinary practitioners.

Except for Ye Qingci and Chen Qingfeng, most of the people present were born into ordinary families. They knew very well how difficult it was for ordinary cultivators and how rare it was to have resources for cultivation. They all felt the same way as Fang Mu said.

Especially Mo Qingyang, he did not have obvious talent at the beginning and never became a disciple of Liehuo Sect. After many years of wandering and searching hard, he finally entered the Holy Land of Jian Sect, and his experience of it exceeded that of the others.

"Brother Fang is right. We are all disciples of a great sect now, but we cannot forget the hardships we experienced in our cultivation."

As if thinking of the difficult times back then, Mo Qingyang's voice began to tremble.

"Brother Mo, things are different now. Your achievements today may be due to your past experiences."

Ye Qingci felt that his emotions seemed to be fluctuating, so she smiled and took Mo Qingyang's arm to comfort him.

Looking at the smiling face of his junior sister whom he had brought up since childhood, Mo Qingyang felt a warmth flowing through his heart.

"Of course. Without the hardships that honed our minds, we wouldn't be able to have the spring breeze today. Sword cultivators like us must work hard to hone our skills in order to make further progress."

Fang Mu's eyes lit up and he looked at Mo Qingyang seriously.

I thought that except for Ye Qingci, the other three people in the Sword Sect were talented but average in character, and their future achievements would be limited. But I never thought that Mo Qingyang had a rare sword heart, and he was enlightened. He was a rare person who accumulated a lot and then made a breakthrough. If he could continue to maintain this, he might not be inferior to Ye Qingci in the future.

In fact, Nie Qingxuan and Tu Qinglie are also the best choices in terms of talent and character in the eyes of ordinary people. In the future, they will at least be able to enter the realm of spiritual training, otherwise they would not have joined the Holy Land of the Sword Sect. However, they are much worse than Mo Qingyang, not to mention Ye Qingci.

It was already the end of midsummer. Although the weather was still hot, it was less sultry. There was a breeze on the top of Yunding Mountain, and the shadows of the trees were swaying, making it quite cool. Before we knew it, it was almost noon.

"Everyone, I've been here for a long time. I should move on. If I stay any longer, I'll get rusty."

Fang Mu looked up at the white clouds floating in the sky, and finally chose to say goodbye to everyone here.

If it weren't for the need to re-familiarize himself with the changes in his soul and the transformation of his true meaning in the past few days, Fang Mu would have left several days ago. He had only walked a short distance from Yizhou and was still quite a distance away from the Baiyun Temple on Qingxu Mountain. He also wanted to go to Xishan City in Yizhou state capital to take a look, so he really didn't want to waste any more time.

Besides, everyone now knows that Fang Mu is in Yunding Mountain, and people come to visit him from time to time. He really doesn't want to deal with them, so he would rather leave early and feel at ease.

Everyone seemed not surprised at all by Fang Mu's words as he left, and they all stood up with smiles on their faces.

"I noticed a few days ago that your mind was not here. I had some guesses about why you invited me here today. Brother Fang, we will meet again someday."

Boss Mo laughed heartily and bowed together with Tong and Chen.

"We are about to return to Jianzong, and then we will go to Yanzhou. Goodbye, Brother Fang!"

Ye Qingci also said goodbye to Fang Mu with a smile, but there was some reluctance in her eyes, and it was unclear whether she was reluctant to leave Fang Mu or his wine.

"Brother Fang, you can come visit my Sword Sect when you have time in the future. The scenery of Luojian Mountain is also very beautiful." Mo Qingyang also bowed and said goodbye to his two junior brothers Nie and Tu.

"Of course, I will come when I have time. Everyone, practice well, and I will see you later."

Fang Mu glanced at the crowd and waved his sleeves. Dozens of wine bottles appeared in front of Ye Qingci, then turned into a beam of white light that shot up into the sky and rushed into the white clouds on the horizon.

"Thank you, Brother Fang, for the wine. Senior Brother, this is all mine!"

"No, this is too much, no drinking today.

"Brother Fang, just leave if you want to. Why are you leaving so much wine?"

Hearing the voices of Ye Qingci and Mo Qingyang, Fang Mu curled up a smile, then suddenly increased his speed and flew towards the west.