I have a little bit of talent

The path of cultivation requires not only extraordinary talent and physique, but also persistence. If one does not have a heart for the Tao and the determination to move forward courageously, then even if one has great talent, one's achievements will be limited.

At this time, not only Fang Lu and his son Fang Mu were practicing hard, but countless practitioners in the entire Great Zhou world were practicing in seclusion, either to strengthen their muscles and bones, or to hone their true energy, or to temper their souls, all wanting to go further and climb higher on the path of practice.

In Tongyang City of Yangzhou, Lu Chen was moving his true energy and practicing the art of calculating the heavens and the earth.

In the Yanzhou Iron Fist Sect, Tieshan was still practicing boxing in the backyard. His body was filled with blood and he was sweating profusely, but his eyes were becoming brighter.

Inside the Yunding Mountain Liehuo Sect, Boss Mo's entire body was ablaze with flames and surging internal energy. His nascent soul was controlling the burning true energy to flow throughout his body.

In the backyard of Tianbing Pavilion in Dushan City, Qin Qianqian's eyes were closed, her red dress was still dazzling, and endless green light emanated from her sea of ​​consciousness, covering her whole body. She was using the Glazed Green Light Nurturing God Method to temper her soul and body.

In a mountain forest hundreds of miles away from Dushan City, Fang Zheng was also breathing in and out his qi. His qi and spirit were combined, and his soul realm was formed. Xie Cheng also fell asleep peacefully within his realm.

Yes, in just a few months, Fang Zheng has already cultivated the realm of Yuanshen and the realm of Dharma. As long as he practices for a period of time, he will be able to reach the realm of perfection as a grandmaster.

If Fang Mu cannot cultivate the Haoran Yangqi Jue to perfection in a short period of time and open up the acupoints of the Zhoutian number, I am afraid that his cultivation level will be surpassed by Fang Zheng.

In fact, Fang Zheng, as the eldest son of Fang Lu, has practiced for much longer than Fang Mu, and his own talent and physique are far superior to ordinary people. Before the battle of Fang Mu in Yunding Mountain became known, he was known as the two sons of the Fang family, one dragon and one insect. Being called the true dragon of the Fang family, and inheriting his father Fang Lu's Confucianism, Fang Zheng is no ordinary person.

Even though Fang Mu was now famous throughout the world and had achieved the feat of retreating to the realm of true person with the status of a grandmaster, he could not overshadow the dazzling brilliance of his brother Fang Zheng.

On this point, Xie Cheng, who has also come into contact with the two brothers, has the most say.

Fang Zheng wanted to travel before getting married. He followed Fang Mu's footsteps to visit the three states. In Huaicheng, he accepted Xie as his personal disciple. Naturally, he would take Xie on a journey to broaden his horizons and lay a foundation for his future practice.

During this period of time, Xie Cheng accompanied Fang Mu to visit his elders, leaving Huaicheng and embarking on the mountain road to Dushancheng. It was truly an eye-opener.

Not only did he meet Han Tieyi of the long-famous Iron Fist Sect, the Lord of Huai City and the senior of the academy Zhang Wuliang, but he also got to know Old Huai.

The first time he met Mr. Huai, he was scared.

He never imagined that this old locust tree that had existed in Huaicheng for a thousand years was actually spiritual and was the elder of his teacher. Once he started practicing and became a disciple of a famous teacher, what he saw and heard was completely different from before, as if he had entered another world.

Those big shots who were out of reach even for his father, Boss Xie, appeared before him one after another, and each of them looked at him with a smile, without any contempt.

The longer he spent with Fang Zheng, the more Xie Cheng liked this teacher. Not only was he knowledgeable and well-versed in all kinds of Confucian classics, he was also very kind and amiable. He never put on airs as a teacher and was very attentive in teaching him. He would patiently explain things he didn't understand. Although he was a little particular about rules and etiquette, that was also normal for a Confucian disciple.

Compared to the lively and active but somewhat unreliable Uncle Xiao Fang, Xie Cheng now likes his own teacher more.

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Time flies like water, and before I knew it, it was the end of September.

On the small platform outside the cave, Fang Mu was leaning comfortably in a chair, drinking and staring at the clouds in the sky.

Although his cave was close to the top of the mountain, thousands of feet above the ground, and already above several layers of clouds, it was still an unknown distance away from the top of this small world. There were still many clouds floating above his head, swaying and rolling in the breeze.

Although the laws of the world of Qingxu Peak are the same as those of the outside world, there are still some subtle differences. At least the weather is constant and it is sunny every day. At least Fang Mu has been here for almost a month and has not seen any rain.

However, although there was no rain, the air was not dry at all. The temperature and humidity were quite suitable, making it very comfortable to live in.

After nearly a month of practice, thanks to the abundant and condensed energy of heaven and earth in the cave, Fang Mu now has a dozen more acupoints in his dantian qi sea, and the Haoran Yangqi Jue is steadily progressing towards perfection.

At the same time, he also made some achievements in his Star-Moving Art. When it was put into operation, all the acupoints could be easily moved in the Qi Sea, drawing countless mysterious trajectories. The vast true Qi in his body then flowed naturally, forming a constantly fluctuating true Qi barrier on the surface of the body, greatly increasing his defense.

But the skill of moving mountains and hills has been almost stagnant in the past month, with no improvement at all.

After all, the world of Qingxu Peak was just differentiated from the inner world of Taoist Qingxu. Although it also had the energy of earth veins, the amount was far less than that of the outside world. If it absorbed too much, it might damage the foundation of this small world. Fang Mu's speed of practicing this method naturally slowed down, which was a world of difference compared to when he was in the outside world.

This can be considered a win-win situation.

"Junior Brother Yi Ming, how come you still have the time to drink? Master has been waiting for you for quite some time."

Just when Fang Mu finished a bottle of wine and was about to take another one, a clear voice came from the foot of the mountain, followed by a figure flying out from the forest and landing in front of him. It turned out to be a middle-aged Taoist priest.

"Didn't I tell you a few days ago that Master has something important to discuss with you today? Come with me down the mountain to Baiyun Palace."

This middle-aged Taoist priest had thick eyebrows and big eyes, regular facial features, and looked quite honest. His grey Taoist robe was covered with pudding, and had turned a little white from washing. At first glance, he did not look like a disciple of a holy land, but rather a down-and-out wild cultivator.

"Brother Yi Ran, it's only morning now, why are you in such a hurry? Come and have a drink with me first, it won't be too late to leave later."

Fang Mu casually took out two bottles of Qingmu fruit wine and handed one to Yi Ran.

"This," Yi Ran's eyes widened when he saw the wine. After hesitating for a long time, he took the bottle, clinked it with Fang Mu, and drank it. He kept muttering while drinking.

"You, my junior brother, offered me this drink. I didn't ask for it. I don't owe you any favor!"

Seeing Yi Ran drinking happily, Fang Mu smiled lightly, leaned back in his chair, and started drinking as well.

During the past month, Fang Mu spent most of his daytime time in the Daozang Pavilion, except for practicing at night.

He was not looking for the magical skills of Baiyun Temple in the Taoist Canon Pavilion. After all, he was unable to practice the skills at that time.

He didn't want to go to the fifth floor to look at the formation books. Before achieving the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top of the Head, he didn't want to waste time on formations.

His goal was to find the Taoist classics and notes of predecessors on the first three floors of the Taoist Canon Pavilion.

He had not forgotten the reminder from Taoist Chen Wei. As a disciple of Taoism, if he did not recite Taoist classics and understand the true meaning of Taoism, how could he achieve the great Dao in the future?

In the previous life, modern society, although it was the Dharma Ending Age and the Dao was not prominent, Fang Mu had also seen many Daoist classics and had a deep understanding of this. Although the Daoist school at this time was different from the previous life, the essence was not much different. With the combination of the two, Fang Mu's understanding of the Daoist philosophy rose to a higher level.

It is also because of this that he was able to practice the Star Moving Art so quickly.