Chapter 4 is a dead end

Looking at the yin and yang aura that disappeared in the palm of his right hand, Fang Yuan was puzzled, but one thing was certain: the yin and yang aura was something sent by that powerful flash, and it should be a mark, which had already resided in the palm of his hand, but he didn't know whether it was a curse or a blessing.

However, from now on, Fang Yuan would regain his reputation as a cultivator through this incomplete divine imprint and embark on the path of a cultivator.

"It's a blessing or a curse, it's a disaster that can't be avoided, not to mention that I'm not even afraid of death, I'm afraid of it as a bird. After Fang Yuan experienced a catastrophe of life and death, he finally saw it, "Since the sky has eyes, it will not let me fall, and it will be favored by things flying from the sky, then from this moment on, no matter what, I will never do stupid things again, never give up on myself again, I will cherish every day and regain the path of cultivation." ”

"The ancestors of the Fang family, my Fang Yuan has come back to life again, the Fang family has not seen a cultivation master for many years, in the near future, I will become what you expect......"

"Tumenlev, you wait for me, don't think that your Tumen family can dominate the city, your authority in cultivation will eventually be in the past, one day, I will let you fall at my feet......"

"Jiang Lingyan, don't be complacent too early, you and your cousin will have to pay the price, even if you go to the ends of the earth, I will find you, I want you to taste the taste of humiliation......"

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After some rhetoric, Fang Yuan finally calmed down and began to think about how to go better and faster in the future.

If you want to regain glory, you have to start from scratch.

Fang Yuan, who was no longer desperate, stood up from the mud floor, sorted out his muddy tattered clothes, and his eyes, which shimmered slightly in the dark night, were full of confidence and expectation.

Now, he is completely aware of how ignorant, ridiculous, and stupid his sudden thoughts of suicide are, and how fooled, deceived, and beaten miserably...... Although it was self-inflicted, it also taught me a profound lesson in my own practice.

Fang Yuan took a deep breath and found that he still had weak strength, and there was no discomfort on his body except for the smell of burnt. So, taking advantage of the darkness of the night, he walked back to his residence on a muddy mountain road.

Lying on the bed, Fang Yuan was relieved, and fell asleep as soon as he closed his eyes. In his sleep, he found that his right hand had turned into a golden color, and the yin and yang aura embedded in the palm of his hand bloomed out with a phantom, and the little golden man sitting in it suddenly made a palm push movement with his right hand, and four words popped out of his mouth: "Golden right palm!"

As soon as the words fell, the palm of the little golden man actually deduced a power that went straight to the heavenly river. Unfortunately, in the blink of an eye, it disappeared without a trace.

Fang Yuan was about to ask, but after the little golden man withdrew his palm, there was no movement.

"Golden Right Palm...... It's a little interesting......" Fang pondered the four words left by the little golden man and the way he deduced the palm, feeling that this understatement contained unfathomable heavenly opportunities.

Fang Yuan seemed to have comprehended something from it, but he couldn't say it, he always felt that there was a blood surging in his body - it was the cheer of pursuing the road of the strong, and it was the joy of constantly surpassing himself. This feeling made Fang Yuan regain his self-confidence in cultivation.

In the Nebula Continent, the most basic stage of cultivation is Qi training. Qi is a form of qi, qi, and qigong, and it is a necessary method for people to strengthen their bodies and enter into cultivation.

Heaven and earth are combined, and all things are self-generated. The qi person, the form of qi gathering, with the form of qi condensation, to achieve the realm of the unity of popularity, is the qi practitioner expert, or can be called the master.

These initial cultivation essentials were once again revisited by Fang Yuan in his sleep, and the taste of it was self-evident, when he woke up, it was already noon the next day.

At this time, a middle-aged man in his forties with a sad face was already sitting on the edge of Fang Yuan's bed, looking at Fang Yuan with concern. This person was Fang Yuan's father, Fang Yongtu, who had been searching for a panacea for the past two days, wanting his son to return to the right path of cultivation.

"Yuan'er, you finally woke up...... father Fang Yongtu said with concern as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Father...... It's all to blame for his son being too arrogant, which has affected our Fang family. Fang Yuan blamed himself a little, looking at his father's way of worrying about himself.

"Don't blame yourself, my father has always been proud of you, and I will be ...... the same in the future"

A father is a father, and even if a son makes a big mistake, he will not blame his son for not doing anything wrong.

Fang Yuan's eyes were hot, and he threw himself into Fang Yongtu's arms, feeling his father's warmth, and he was reluctant to part for a long time.

After a long while, Fang Yongtu patted Fang Yuan's shoulder with his hand, gently pushed it away, and said with a smile: "Yuan'er, get up and eat something quickly, and then do something you like to do...... In another month, our Fang family's annual cultivation level test will begin, and you can use this time to practice your qi well. ”

Hearing this, my father still hoped that he would be able to participate in this cultivation level test. At this time in previous years, my father never cared about this kind of test, because every time I tested, Fang Yuan was able to surprise people enough. And this time, it's hard to say. After all, Fang Yuan has almost become a waste now.

"The child must live up to his father's expectations...... Fang Yuan said firmly, "From today on, I will practice hard!"

"That's good!" Fang Yongtu said as he handed a small porcelain bottle to Fang Yuan's hand: "There are thirty nourishing pills in the bottle, eat one every day, you can ensure that you gather your energy and concentrate smoothly every day." ”

"Thank you, father, the child remembered ......" Fang Yuan smiled and accepted his father's elixir.

Ever since he was injured by Tumen Lev, the great elder of the Tumen family, Fang Yuan had been offering nourishing pills every day, and if it weren't for the big family, he wouldn't have been able to afford this kind of consumption.

Although the Nourishing Pill is a low-grade elixir, it is a lot of wealth based on the price of a hundred gold coins. Just imagine, the annual income of an ordinary person in the city is only one hundred gold coins, and Fang Yuan is equivalent to eating up a year's income of an ordinary person in one day, which cannot but be said to be a great luxury.

Therefore, many people's cultivation is also a kind of profligacy based on luxury, in exchange for hard-won physical fitness, or a long life. Therefore, there is a well-established saying in the Nebula Continent that human life is actually a practice.

Seeing that Fang Yuan had returned to his previous appearance, the knot in Fang Yongtu's heart was finally unraveled. Originally, he thought that Fang Yuan would give up on himself, but he didn't expect that after this kid actually slept for a while, there was nothing left.

Fang Yongtu left the room with some comfort, while Fang Yuan hurriedly ate the food sent by his father, and then threw a nourishing pill into his mouth and chewed it, and then began his journey of qi cultivation.

In the Nebula Continent, the realm of cultivation can be roughly divided into eight realms: Qi Condensation, Gathering Strength, Dao Building, Jebsen, Xingwang, Zongtu, Feather Transformation, and Ascension, and each level can be divided into three stages.

For example, the first level of cultivation, the realm of condensing qi, can be divided into three forms: qili, qijin, and qigong.

Fang Yuan's realm when he was at his most proud, was only an intermediate form of the Qigong level in the Qi Condensation stage. Because the practice of this qigong level is at a bottleneck, it is subdivided into low-level, intermediate-level and high-level, and the practitioners at these three levels are called low-level qigong masters, qigong masters and qigong masters respectively.

In other words, Fang Yuan's previous cultivation realm was just a qigong master. However, in Fancheng, even if he is a cultivation genius, there are very few who can enter the intermediate level of Qigong at the level of Qi Condensation in the middle of twenty-eight years.

The cultivation realm level was like a mountain, waiting for Fang Yuan to start climbing from the foot of the mountain.

With the crazy nourishment of the Nourishing Pill, Fang Yuan started from the first level of Qi Condensation Realm Qi Power and transformed the essence of the Nourishing Pill into a powerful qi power through his breath under the action of his powerful will.

Cultivation is to temper one's will in the process of killing time, to endure loneliness, withstand pressure, and perseverance, and inadvertently, break the shackles on one's head one by one......

Fang Yuan comprehended the essence of cultivation, once he entered the state of cultivation, he would naturally get twice the result with half the effort.

I saw him take a sharp breath, use his qi as force, turn into the palm of his right hand, learn the appearance of the little golden man on the yin and yang halo, slowly push out a palm, and drink in his mouth: "Golden right palm!"

This palm, which seemed to be no simpler, actually made a wind sound, which made Fang Yuan overjoyed, which had never been seen in the past. So, for a whole afternoon, Fang Yuan had been learning the appearance of the little golden man on the yin and yang halo in the room, gathering the power of gasification, gathering in his right palm, and exerting his strength, trying many times over and over again, but the sound of the wind emitted by this palm power came and went......

In the evening, Fang Yuan walked out of the Fang family's compound and came to the street to breathe.

Accustomed to the previous life of not being afraid of heaven and earth, Fang Yuan didn't even take the hatred he had with the Tumen family to heart.

Suddenly, an angry voice came from behind: "Fang Yuan, little miscellaneous pieces, you finally came out, so you have to wait?"

As soon as the words fell, a man about fifty years old, wearing a purple and gold crown, wearing a brown treasure clip, and a sword hanging from his waist, quickly rushed to Fang Yuan's front and blocked Fang Yuan's way.

The person who came was Tumen Jiang's elder brother and the captain of the Tumen family's guard, Tumen Hai, and his angry face was full of vicissitudes. Obviously, he was specifically to avenge his brother's injury by Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan was shocked in his heart, knowing that he was in trouble. However, he said very calmly on his face: "Old Zai, are you looking for me?"

"Guy who doesn't know whether he is alive or dead, when he is dying, he still dares to be hard-mouthed?" Tumenhai said sharply while pinching Fang Yuan's neck with his hand, "Today I want you to taste the taste of death......

Controlled by a powerful qi, Fang Yuan immediately felt that Tumen Jiang's cultivation realm was already at the intermediate peak of qigong in the Qi Condensation realm, even if he had not abandoned his own cultivation, he was probably not this person's opponent.

Fang Yuan struggled hard, but he couldn't shake it in the slightest. At this moment, if no one rescues me in time, I am afraid that I will really die today......