I have a little bit of talent

In fact, this old Taoist didn't have any flaws. There was nothing wrong with his aura and dress. His behavior was no different from that of a normal old man fishing. The strange thing was that he just stared at Fang Mu's face for a while, and the careful Fang Mu noticed it, so he tried to test him, and it worked.

"Yangzhou Fangmu, nice to meet you, Senior."

Seeing that the old Taoist no longer hid his true identity, Fang Mu smiled and bowed deeply, feeling quite moved in his heart.

With his current spiritual cultivation level that is close to the innate level, this is the first time he has met someone who can hide his body in front of him and change his appearance without being noticed. Just talking about this ability, not to mention that Lou Yi who has entered the realm of Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head cannot compare with him, even the thousand-year-old monsters such as Huai Lao and Long Lao seem to be inferior to Ye. Among the masters Fang Mu knows, only his father Fang Lu is better than him.

Baiyun Temple on Qingxu Peak is indeed worthy of being called a holy place of Taoism. It has been passed down for thousands of years and is well-deserved of its reputation.

Facing Fang Mu's salute, the old Taoist accepted it calmly.

"You are so slow, you made me wait here for more than a month, and these two bottles of good wine can only be regarded as interest."

"More than a month? I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for a long time, Senior."

Fang Mu couldn't help laughing when he heard that.

If he hadn't encountered so many things along the way and delayed for a long time, according to his speed, he should have been able to reach Qingxu Mountain before August.

But he seemed to have a physique that easily attracted trouble. Wherever he went, there were always some unpleasant things happening, as if a disaster had come from the sky. From the beginning of the Luoxia Mountains to the end when he left Xishan City, it was basically troubles that came to him on their own. It was rare for him to take the initiative to cause trouble, which wasted time and made him very helpless.

"That's not the case," the old Taoist raised his eyebrows habitually, then reached out to pick up the pipe and took a puff of dry tobacco. His behavior was extremely inconsistent with his immortal temperament.

"Ever since you established your foundation with the Taixu Yangshen Zhenjing, I have been waiting for you to come. Your father is not a good person either. He is responsible for most of the delays you have experienced along the way.

"He likes to scheme all the time. He even schemes for his own son to go out and travel. This kind of personality is really hard to like."

"That's not the case. I agree with what you said, senior."

Hearing the old Taoist talking about the faults of his father Fang Lu, Fang Mu's eyes lit up and he gave him a thumbs up in his heart, and his favor for the old Taoist doubled.

"I have suffered a lot from my father since I was a child. This time when I first entered the martial arts world, I was tortured by his many schemes. It was unbearable."

In fact, this is exactly the case. If Fang Lu had not been determined to train Fang Mu, most of the things that happened along the way could have been avoided, and Fang Mu could have reached Qingxu Peak much earlier.

However, if it weren't for these trials and experiences, Fang Mu's cultivation would probably not have reached its current level.

Putting aside other things, if he had not gone through the battle of Yunding Mountain and had not had the great fortune and opportunity by chance, the true meaning of his soul would not have been forged in the alchemy furnace to its current level, and his foundation would have been almost completely recast and improved, which is incomparable to the past.

Every sip and every bite is destiny.

"You kid, I can talk about it, but you can't."

The old Taoist blew out a smoke ring and glared at Fang Mu unhappily.

"Without tempering, how can one become a useful person? It was me who waited for more than a month, not you."

"Uh," Fang Mu couldn't help but be a little surprised to see that the old Taoist actually helped Fang Lu speak.

The friends of his father that he had met before, whether it was Elder Huai, Elder Long, or Han Tieyi, although they all had a good relationship with Fang Lu, they were undoubtedly bothered by Fang Lu's calculating instincts, and they complained about Fang Lu a lot when they talked to Fang Mu. Fang Mu also complained about them, and they were quite happy and regarded him as a close friend.

But this old Taoist was a little different. He could say that Fang Lu was wrong, but Fang Mu said that he was a little dissatisfied. This was very different from the seniors Fang Mu had met before, which made him unable to comprehend the situation for a moment and unable to continue the conversation.

Fortunately, he reacted very quickly and immediately followed what the Taoist said.

"What the senior said is true. Without the training along the way, I would not have achieved my current level of cultivation.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting for so long. I still have a lot of good wine here. If you want to drink some in the future, just come and get it."

"Haha, you're quite sensible boy," the old Taoist's eyes lit up when talking about good wine.

"Now your name as a young master has spread all over the world. You are the most sought-after person in the cultivation world. You have a great reputation in the outside world. Do you still want to follow me to Qingxu Peak to learn and practice hard?"

“The Tao has no limit. Although I have a little fame now, it is mostly due to my father. What’s the use of it?

"Since I have embarked on the path of cultivation, I also believe that I have some talent. Naturally, I want to climb to the top, overlook the world, and see the scenery from a higher place."

Fang Mu was determined to be a Taoist, and was not confused by the old Taoist's words. He added another sentence in his mind.

"I want to see if I can find the way home after practicing to the extreme!"

Ever since he started practicing, he knew that this world was different from his previous life and that masters of practice had the ability to move mountains and fill the sea, chase the stars and catch the moon, and travel beyond the heavens and the earth. He has been practicing with this as his goal and dared not slack off even a little.

“Hahahaha,” seeing that Fang Mu was not at all burdened by his fame and still had a heart towards Taoism, the old Taoist couldn't help but stroke his beard and laugh.

"He has both talent and a heart for the truth. He is worthy of being the son of Fang Lu."

"Thank you for your praise, Senior. By the way, after talking for so long, I still don't know your name."

Although both are Taoist holy places, the Baiyun Temple on Qingxu Peak is different from the Wangchen Sect on Zixia Peak and the Jian Sect on Luojian Mountain. Although the latter two are also hidden Taoist sects, every once in a while they have disciples who come out to travel around the world and show their prowess to the world.

But Baiyun Temple seems to really uphold the Taoist idea of ​​seclusion from the world. No disciples ever leave the mountain unless it is concerned with major events concerning the lives of the people of the world.

Therefore, the Baiyun Temple on Qingxu Peak is well-known, but Fang Mu does not know the specific name of the master inside.

"My name is Chen Wei, and I am the abbot of Baiyun Temple."

Knowing that Fang Mu was new to the world and had little experience, it was normal that he did not recognize him. The old Taoist smiled and did not show any anger at all.

"It turns out that the senior is the leader of the holy land!"

Fang Mu looked surprised.

Although this Taoist Chen Wei seemed to have profound cultivation and his transformation skills were superb, judging from his words and actions, Fang Mu thought he was just an elder of Baiyun Temple. He did not expect that he was actually the master of the holy land.

The leaders of ordinary large sects all have the demeanor of a great man, just like the leader of the Liehuo Sect, Lou Yi, who has a great bearing and treats people with a warm and gentle manner.

As for this Taoist Chen Wei, he indeed looked like an immortal, a Taoist master, but with the pipe in his hand, taking a puff from time to time, his behavior was just like that of an ordinary old farmer, and he did not look like a master at all.

"What? Don't I look like one?" Taoist Chen Wei took another puff of his pipe, blowing out smoke rings while looking at Fang Mu with a smile.

"Resemble! Of course it does." Fang Mu curled the corner of his mouth when he saw this. Although he kept complaining in his heart, he still spoke with great respect.

"Senior, you play with the world and regard the secular world as nothing. This is a true Taoist master."

"You are indeed very different from your father. At least he is not as good at speaking as you."

Everyone likes to hear good words, and Taoist Chen Wei was so pleased with Fang Mu's flattery that he smiled happily.