I have a little bit of talent

After Fang Mu left the government office and said goodbye to the two yamen runners at the door, he no longer had the heart to wander around, so he simply went straight back to Dongcheng District to do some shopping and prepare for tonight's dinner. After all, he had to entertain Chen Xian and couldn't just get by with it.

There is a relatively large vegetable market in the center of Dongcheng District. Fang Mu had been there before and was quite familiar with the place.

The market was bustling with noise, even more lively than the main street. It was still morning, the time when most people were buying vegetables and fruits. Fang Mu picked and chose, and very familiarly selected the ingredients for the evening, and then left with satisfaction.

When he returned to the courtyard, it was almost noon. Fang Mu went straight into the kitchen, cooked himself a big bowl of noodles, and ate it with a few plates of pickles.

"It feels so comfortable," Fang Mu stretched himself after drinking the last mouthful of noodle soup. He was too lazy to clean up the mess and went back to his room to lie down and rest.

For more than ten days, he was either undergoing tests in the Tianbei space, fighting with various masters, or practicing the magical skill of moving mountains. He had not had a real sleep. Since he had nothing to do in the afternoon, he should take a good rest and relax.

In fact, ever since he started practicing, he has basically replaced sleep with practice every night and has never slacked off for a moment. Otherwise, no matter how talented he is, he would not have reached such a level in such a short time.

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As night gradually approached, a cloud of smoke rose over Dongcheng District. Many ordinary people were making fires at home to cook and enjoy dinner.

In a small courtyard on the edge of Dongcheng District, Chen Xian looked at the dishes on the table and couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Mu Ge'er, if I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have found it hard to believe that you made these dishes."

There were seven or eight dishes neatly arranged on the stone table in the courtyard, including both meat and vegetarian dishes, which were delicious and presented very well.

A dish of stir-fried lamb with green onions, with shiny oil and a tangy meat aroma, you can tell at a glance that the ingredients are top-notch and the heat is controlled just right.

A plate of crispy chicken, fried to a golden brown crust and sprinkled with sesame seeds, is also shiny and fragrant.

What Chen Xian liked most was the pot of spicy fish fillets, which was spicy but not overpowering, with red oil and white meat, which made him very hungry.

Even the remaining light dishes are unique and special.

Chen Xian was born into a noble family in the capital and had extraordinary knowledge. He had been to countless restaurants and even tasted the cooking of the imperial chefs in the palace. However, when he saw the dishes made by Fang Mu, they were not inferior to those made by the imperial chefs in the palace in terms of appearance.

"If you like, uncle, you can come to my place more often in the next few days. I have to cook by myself, so you can keep me company."

Fang Mu took out a large jar of peach blossom wine from the mustard seed space and sat down with a smile.

"If I had known you had such skills, I should have come a few days ago." Chen Xian opened the wine jar without hesitation, poured a large bowl of wine for Fang Mu and himself, then impatiently stretched out his chopsticks to pick up a piece of fish and put it into his mouth.

"The fish meat is crispy, tender and smooth, fragrant and spicy, and delicious." Chen Xian squinted his eyes and praised, then took another big sip of wine, feeling so comfortable.

Seeing that Chen Xian was eating happily and kept picking up his chopsticks, Fang Mu quickly joined in. If he was a little slower, he would have eaten up all the delicious food.

"Uncle, please be slow. You've already eaten most of the fish!"

"You little brat, leave one of the crispy chicken drumsticks for me."

"We've finished eating the mutton, but you still won't let go of the green onions. Go slower."

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Faced with the delicious food and wine, the two of them devoured it like a whirlwind, refusing to give in to each other. In a short while, a jar of wine and a table of delicious food were all eaten up.

After eating and drinking, Fang Mu cleaned up the mess and brewed a pot of tea. The tea leaves he used were bought from Lou Yi at Yunding Mountain. The two chatted while drinking tea.

"Uncle, you are the commander of the state capital. You should know the situation of other sects besides the Banshan Sect around Xishan City."

After acquiring the magical skill of moving mountains and hills, Fang Mu found it very beneficial to practice it. However, he turned his attention to several other sects.

Although Lou Yi had only praised the magical skill of the Banshan Sect before and had never mentioned the other sects, obviously looking down upon them, but at least he had an idea. After all, these sects had hundreds of years of history. The Banshan Sect had always hidden the treasure of the replica of the Heavenly Stele, so it was possible that the other sects had some hidden treasures as well.

"If it was before, I could still say I understood it, but now it may not be the case."

When he said this, Chen Xian started to grit his teeth.

"These sect leaders are all very experienced and cunning. They pretended to be incompetent and were defeated by me. They kept it a secret for several years. If you, Mu Ge'er, hadn't come here, I would have been kept in the dark, and the little understanding I had before would have been wasted.

"Why, you are not satisfied with the magical skill of moving mountains and hills, and you want to learn the mental skills of other sects?"

"I would like to take a look, but it doesn't seem easy at the moment."

Facing Chen Xian, Fang Mu was also frank.

“After all, the secret techniques of each sect will not be easily passed on to outsiders. I was able to obtain the magical skill of moving mountains and hills because Taoist Banshan left behind a legacy in the replica of the Heavenly Stele. In addition, the Banshan Sect’s legacy was lost. Otherwise, Senior Yue would not have allowed me to practice this skill.”

After the Creation of the Heaven True Meaning was re-refined in the alchemy furnace, it was far superior to before. If Fang Mu wanted to continue to nourish the furnace and merge the Hundred Classics into it, ordinary skills were no longer qualified. Only the superior skills with profound intentions had some effect. The real superior skills were all secret teachings of various sects, so no one would be willing to give them to him easily. This was what was worrying Fang Mu now.

"It's not the case that the more skills you learn, the better. It's easy to distract your attention and make it difficult to make further progress. But Mu Ge'er, you..."

Chen Xian originally wanted to persuade Fang Mu to practice all his unique skills to perfection first, but when he thought about Fang Mu's abnormal talent, he immediately changed his mind.

"Mu Ge'er, you naturally don't have this worry. So, after you go to Banshan Sect tomorrow, your uncle will accompany you to visit several other sects. Even if it costs me face, I will get their magic skills for you."

"Come on, uncle." Although Chen Xian was sincere, Fang Mu still refused mercilessly.

"If Senior Yue goes to help me, it will still be a bit of a face-saving move, after all, we have been friends for hundreds of years. But if you go, I'm afraid it won't work."

Considering Chen Xian's reputation in these sects, I'm afraid he really meant well but ended up with a bad result.

"That's true. I did go too far in the past few years." Chen Xian's good intentions were rejected. After thinking about it, he realized that it was true. He was not angry at all. His eyes lit up and he said:

"But it is feasible to find Lao Yue. He has a lot of face. You can mention it to him tomorrow."

"Forget it. If it's just an ordinary method, Senior Yue's face might be helpful, but the skills I need now must be at least of the highest level. Even if it's from a big sect, it can only be practiced by a master. I'm afraid Senior Yue's face will not work, unless he exchanges it for the magic skill of moving mountains and hills, which is obviously impossible."

The Banshan Sect and the other three sects have indeed been helping each other for hundreds of years and have a very good relationship. However, no matter how good the relationship is, they are not one sect. If Yue Ning's face alone is needed to obtain the core skills of other sects, it is not enough.

"That's right. Let's see if there is such an opportunity in the future. Anyway, you will go to Baiyun Temple on Qingxu Peak to become a disciple. The holy land has countless magical skills, so these few won't make a difference."

"That's true."

What Chen Xian said was not wrong. As a holy place of Taoism, Baiyun Temple on Qingxu Peak was passed down by the Taoist founder himself and had countless magical skills. They were far beyond the reach of the several sects around Xishan City. When Fang Mu joined one of them in the future, he would naturally be able to practice many wonderful methods, but there was no need for him to get entangled in the unique skills of these sects.

Thinking of this, Fang Mu couldn't wait to go to Baiyun Temple immediately.