I have a little bit of talent

Spring is gone and summer is here. After several spring rains, the temperature is slowly rising. It is already early summer.

Fang Mu practiced very hard during this period, rain or shine, and never stopped, transforming from a scoundrel into a martial arts fanatic.

The weather was sunny and the temperature was comfortable that day. If it were in the past, Fang Mu would have gone out to play with his friends, hang out in the restaurants in the city, and have fun.

But things are different now. Fang Mu is still practicing in the backyard.

I saw a figure flashing in the backyard. Fang Mu was wearing a short shirt, his steps did not stop, his mind moved as he wished. At the same time, his fists kept hitting different parts of his body as his steps changed.

The whistling sound of fists was incessant and extremely fierce.

With Fang Mu's current cultivation level, his muscles, bones and fascia are dozens of times stronger than those of ordinary people, and his blood is like a dragon, and his arms are more powerful than ten thousand kilograms. If he uses all his strength, the entire backyard of the Fang Mansion will be destroyed in just a few punches.

But at this time, when Fang Mu was practicing his boxing and footwork, he could only hear the sound of the wind and fists. The leaves of a few old locust trees nearby trembled, but even the floor beneath his feet was not damaged at all.

This is a manifestation of the ultimate control and grasp of one's own qi and blood.

If Fang Mu had let go of control, I'm afraid this backyard would have been smashed to pieces!

Fang Lu stood quietly by and watched his young son practice martial arts. He could vaguely see that his boxing movements were coherent, and there was a sense of righteousness between the rise and fall of his punches. There was a sense of righteousness emerging from him, and he couldn't help but feel very happy.

The boxing style created by Fang Lu is called Zhongzheng Fist. It is upright and upright, and uses the authentic Haoran Fist to fight the enemy. Therefore, to practice it to the depths, one must have a righteous heart, an open mind, and be worthy of heaven and earth. Anyone with a dirty heart and a mean mind will only hurt himself and will not be able to enter.

Fang Mu had obviously grasped the essence of boxing and completely broken free from the constraints of the moves.

Use your mind to attack, not stick to the moves, and display the true meaning of Zhongzheng Fist. Combined with the footwork, it can be said to complement each other and be extraordinary.

As Fang Mu's punching speed became faster and faster, streams of blood and energy surged out between his movements. Dozens of acupoints in his dantian started to work together, and the already thick and condensed true energy gushed out along with his punches.

The true Qi did not dissipate after leaving the body, but condensed into a pair of giant true Qi fists several meters in size with the boxing technique, and blasted straight forward.

It crossed a distance of dozens of meters and was about to hit the old locust tree beside the yard.

Seeing that the old locust tree that had grown in his home for decades was about to be destroyed, Fang Lu finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Fang Lu took a step forward and crossed the yard of dozens of meters to come to the true qi. He stretched out his hand and touched the true qi. This huge fist of true qi was like a drop in the ocean, disappearing without a trace in less than a breath.

"I'm sorry, Dad. I couldn't control myself when I was so excited."

Fang Mu finished his training, wiped the non-existent sweat with his hand, and smiled awkwardly.

"Dad is still very strong. It seems I am still far behind."

Of course, Fang Mu did this on purpose, as he wanted to test out his father's kung fu skills.

Of course, I didn't find anything out of the test, and I just felt that my dad became even more unfathomable.

"Your foundation is already there. It's impossible to make further progress in a short period of time. In two days it will be your sixteenth birthday. I'll have plans for you then."

With Fang Lu's wisdom, he knew that the boy was deliberately testing him, but he didn't care. Even though the punch he took wasn't as easy as Fang Mu thought.

"This kid's skills are getting stronger and stronger. It won't be long before he can be fooled. We have to find a way to get him out and cause trouble for others!"

Fang Lu put his hands behind his back and went to the study.

Fang Mu sensed that his father's aura disappeared from his surroundings, and he started practicing boxing again.

However, this time's boxing practice was different from the previous ones. The speed of punching became slower, and there was no blood and qi emerging, nor was there any fluctuation of true qi.

He only punched and retracted his fist slowly, practicing his skills slowly. It was this slow boxing method that seemed to twist the air, and the space within a few feet in front of Fang Mu became blurry.

Fang Mu has lived two lives and knows the principle of hiding one's shortcomings. He had nothing to hide before, but now that he has started practicing, how can he not keep some cards in reserve?

In the eyes of other outsiders in Yangzhou City, Fang Mu is a parasite in the Fang family and a lazy dandy.

In the eyes of other people in the Fang Mansion, Fang Mu is now a martial arts fanatic who has changed his appearance and started to practice martial arts wholeheartedly.

In the eyes of Zhong San and his good friends like Huang Ren, Fang Mu is a practitioner with extraordinary talent and has already achieved perfect physical training.

In the eyes of Fang Lu, Fang Zheng and other people who truly understand him, Fang Mu is a great practitioner with unprecedented talent who has already entered the upper realm of cultivation.

It is said that training the body is difficult, training qi is even more difficult, and training the spirit is even more difficult!

Fang Mu's soul was almost perfected in just a short period of time. It was not much weaker than his father's soul, and the souls of his three fellow practitioners were not inferior in purity.

Even though Fang Lu's realm is higher than Fang Mu's at this moment, he can only sense the strength of his physical body and true energy. As long as Fang Mu does not manifest his soul out of his body, no one will know the progress of his soul at this moment.

……

The 23rd year of Changlong in the Great Zhou Dynasty, May 15th, summer.

The entire Fang Mansion was filled with joy and happiness that day. The servants of the Fang Mansion were all hurrying back and forth with smiles on their faces. Red suspenders were hung as decorations on the gates and trees of the Fang Mansion. The helpers in the kitchen in the middle courtyard began preparing the banquet early in the morning, and smoke from the cooking stove rose up.

Close friends came to the door of Fang's house to congratulate from time to time. Fang Lu and Butler Zhong also had a smile on their faces as they welcomed the guests who came to congratulate.

Today is Fang Mu's sixteenth birthday. In the Great Zhou Dynasty, men are considered adults at the age of sixteen and can start a family and take part in the imperial examinations.

Therefore, the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty generally attached great importance to it. They would usually hold a ceremony of coming of age and capping on the sixteenth birthday of a male in the family, set up a grand banquet, and invite guests from all over the world to witness the male in the family grow up and make great achievements.

The same was true for the Fang family. They had sent out invitations to many friends to attend Fang Mu's birthday half a month in advance.

Fang Lu has always been upright and would not tolerate any sand in his eyes. After resigning from his post and returning to Yangzhou City, he only interacted with people he liked. Therefore, he did not send out many invitations. Fang's mother was from the capital and had no close friends in Yangzhou, so the number of people attending the banquet today was much smaller than that of other powerful families.

However, as the saying goes, "Birds of a feather flock together." Those who can come to participate in the coming-of-age ceremony today are all truly capable people in Yangzhou.

Among them were Fang Mu's medical teacher Lu Ming, the president of Yangzhou Academy Huang Zhengshu, and Yangzhou governor Bai Mo.

Fang Mu's two good friends Huang Ren and Bai Xiaoxiao naturally came with their father, and were now surrounding Fang Mu with smirks on their faces.

"Mu Ge'er, you are dressed so festively, just like a groom."

"That's right, if Brother Mu has his eyes on a girl, we two will get her back for you!"

Fang Mu was wearing an extremely bright red dress and was extremely embarrassed.

"Stay away from me. If you dare to laugh at me, be careful of getting punched."

Fang Mu pretended to fight, and the two of them quickly jumped away. Seeing that it was just a bluff, they came over to Fang Mu with a flattering face, and the three of them began to chat and laugh again.

When the banquet started, Fang Mu became like a mascot, smiling as he thanked and greeted the guests one by one. After all, he had received gifts, so he couldn't neglect them. But his face was almost frozen from smiling.