I have a little bit of talent

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

In the golden month of September, the midsummer has passed and the weather has become increasingly cool. The mornings in Xishan City are still bustling with people, and most people have already gotten up and started a day of hard work for their livelihoods.

In the mountains and forests dozens of miles away from Xicheng District, Fang Mu was humming an unknown tune while stepping through the weeds.

A few days had passed since Yue Ning presented him with several martial arts techniques. After playing with his uncle Chen Xian in Xishan City for a few days, and especially after appreciating the prosperous night view of South City District, Fang Mu finally left the Yizhou city and continued on his journey.

Fang Mu stayed in Xishan City for nearly a month, which was the longest time he had stayed in any place along the way, but he also gained a lot.

Not only did he acquire several mysterious and superior methods, he also entered the Tianbei space, which brought him considerable benefits. His Qi training realm soared, and the Haoran Yangqi Jue was not far from perfection.

He also inherited the top-level magical skill of moving mountains and hills. Under the nourishment of the earth's energy, his physique, which had not improved for a long time, began to improve steadily.

In the past few days, the news of Fang Mu's arrival in Xishan City spread like wildfire. Many practitioners flocked to Xishan City, wanting to meet him. In order to avoid too much trouble, he had to say goodbye to Chen Xianyuening and others in advance, set off again, and embarked on the road to Baiyun Temple on Qingxu Peak.

In order to minimize contact with others and avoid revealing his whereabouts, Fang Mu had no choice but to go deep into the mountains and forests, heading west.

At this time, he was still within the range of Tianxia Peak, but far away from the main road and even farther away from Xuanji Sect. The road was overgrown with weeds and trees, so he was not worried at all about anyone discovering his whereabouts.

There are many ferocious beasts in places far away from human habitation. Fang Mu had only walked for less than a few dozen miles when he encountered many jackals, tigers, leopards, mountain cats and bears. He just released a little breath, and these beasts were like frightened birds and fled in panic.

While moving forward, he secretly used his soul to attract the energy of the earth's veins and practiced the magical skill of moving mountains. There were wild flowers and grasses, quiet trees, and fresh air all around, so Fang Mu didn't find it boring.

In the forest, the sunlight was blocked by the trees, casting mottled spots of light. As the breeze blew, the branches swayed gently, and the spots of light flickered and moved. Where Fang Mu stepped, spots of light were also printed on his body.

Qingxu Mountain Baiyun Temple is located in the west of Yizhou, a thousand miles away from Xishan City in the middle. If ordinary people take the official road, it will take a month to get there. If you don't take the official road and go straight into the mountains, it will take even longer and there will be many dangers along the way.

But for Fang Mu, a distance of a thousand miles was nothing. If he flew directly in the air, half a day would be enough. Even if he walked through the mountains and forests, it would take at most four or five days.

However, the closer they got to the destination, the slower Fang Mu's pace became. He didn't want to end the journey just like that.

This was certainly due to his practice of moving mountains and attracting the energy of mountains from different places, but the biggest reason was that he was reluctant to leave.

It has been almost half a year since I set out from Yangzhou City. Along the way, I have passed through three states, made many good friends, and also encountered many enemies. I have experienced many things, big and small. My cultivation has gone from the initial stage of training the spirit to the current state of perfection as a grandmaster.

His original intention of going out was just to go to Baiyun Temple on Qingxu Peak to learn from a master, but Fang Mu cherished the experience along the way very much. What he saw and heard, the local customs and folkways, and the people's ways deeply attracted him.

Instead, he had forgotten about the matter of becoming a disciple. As the destination was approaching, he was reluctant to end this journey.

If there weren't a large number of magical skills in Baiyun Temple, and if there weren't an authentic Xuanmen Tianbei waiting for him to break through, he really wouldn't want to go to Qingxu Mountain so soon.

"When my cultivation is complete, I will definitely travel around the world, see the prosperity of the world, and appreciate the differences between heaven and earth."

Looking up at the bright sun in the sky, Fang Mu made a secret decision in his heart.

There are thirteen states in the Great Zhou Dynasty. So far, he has only seen the scenery of three states: Yangzhou, Yanzhou and Yizhou. There are still ten states waiting for him to travel one by one, not to mention that in addition to the Great Zhou Dynasty, there are infinitely vast lands waiting for him to explore and discover.

But it's okay within the Great Zhou, as he is safe with his current level of cultivation. However, the land outside the Great Zhou poses considerable risks, not to mention the dangerous places like Tianwai Tian. If he wants to appreciate the different scenery one by one, he needs a higher level of cultivation to ensure safety. At least he has to achieve the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head.

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Just as Fang Mu left Xishan City and walked through the mountains and forests, heading towards the Baiyun Temple on Qingxu Peak, three people were sitting around a table in a room in the government office in the inner city of Xishan City, sipping tea and chatting.

Fang Mu knew two of them, Chen Xian and Shang Shiye.

The remaining person was wearing a white Confucian robe. Although he had a handsome face, he was intimidating without being angry and looked extremely serious. He was Liu Qingyuan, the governor of Yizhou.

"General Chen, Young Master Fang has left Xishan City today, right?"

Liu Qingyuan picked up the teacup and blew gently, his expression neither sad nor happy.

"Yes, he has been in Xishan City for quite some time, and his whereabouts have been leaked. In the past few days, many cultivators from other places have been looking for him, so he set out early this morning."

Chen Xian was not surprised as to why Liu Qingyuan knew about Fang Mu's departure.

As the governor of Yizhou, he paid close attention and nothing could be hidden from him.

"It's a pity. When I was still in the academy, I had some friendship with Lord Fang Lu. I heard that Young Master Fang was famous throughout the world. He is worthy of being the son of Lord Fang Lu and a pillar of our Great Zhou. I originally thought that I could meet him when he came to Xishan City, but it's a bit regrettable now."

Although Liu Qingyuan expressed regret, his expression remained unchanged, as if he was ice that had not melted for thousands of years. It seemed that nothing could move him at all. Even when Fang Lu was mentioned, his expression did not change at all.

"Lord Liu is very busy with official duties. Although he missed the meeting with Young Master Fang this time, with General Chen in Xishan City, we will definitely have a chance to meet again in the future."

Mr. Shang knew Liu Qingyuan's character very well. Although he had a blank expression on his face, he probably did have some regrets in his heart which led him to speak like that. He immediately spoke to comfort him and winked at Chen Xian.

Chen Xian immediately understood what he meant and said:

"That's right, Lord Liu. My nephew and I have a very good relationship. After he finishes his training, he might come back to Xishan City to see me. Then I will bring him to see you in person."

"Hahaha, General Chen, you have to keep your word." Liu Qingyuan still had no expression on his face, but he was smiling, which looked extremely creepy. Fortunately, both Shang Shiye and Chen Xian had worked with him for several years and knew about his problem a long time ago, so they were not scared.

Even so, the two of them simultaneously shifted their gaze and did not look at Liu Qingyuan's face.

"General Chen's relationship with several surrounding sects has eased, which is good. It was indeed a bit outrageous before.

"The Banshan Sect and the other four sects are all in the same area as our Xishan City, and they belong to the orthodox sects. They have made great contributions to our Yizhou. If we can maintain a good relationship with these sects, it will also be beneficial to the governance of Yizhou."

Not paying any attention to the little tricks of Chen and Shang, Liu Qingyuan turned the topic to the relationship between the government and the clan, and talked about the governance of Yizhou every few sentences.

"Master Liu is absolutely right. I will pay attention to this in the future."

Chen Xian responded to Liu Qingyuan's words, but his mind was wandering somewhere else.

Liu Qingyuan noticed that he was absent-minded, but ignored him and continued to chatter on. Mr. Shang, who was standing next to him, was already accustomed to such scenes, so he just suppressed his smile and drank his tea.