And Zhou Zhiwen has never taught her the basic Taoism at all, so naturally she can't grasp the key with her own understanding alone, and she can't understand any word of the Taoist recipe and mudra. Even if it was recognized as the easiest inner seal to get started, she could only barely touch some of the fur.

For Fang Xiaotang, who has not practiced the basic Taoism, it is as if he has not memorized the multiplication formula to perform advanced calculations, which is naturally at a loss. Even if you occasionally catch some spiritual light, it is like a blind man touching an elephant, only to glimpse the tip of the iceberg, and if you are not careful, you will deviate from the direction of cultivation.

In this case, it would be great not to go mad. What's more, Zhou Zhiwen always pretended to be a good speaker in front of the crowd, and when he asked any questions about cultivation, he answered them fluently. But in the part about the basic Dao method, he kept silent, which made Fang Xiaotang secretly hate, and he didn't know what conspiracy he had.

Yuan Wumeng seemed to be eyeing her, and he deliberately burned a lot of her hair in a class of Rilun Yin.

Before Fang Xiaotang came to the inner gate, the position of the inner gate Tianjiao was always the original Wumeng's, and it was not until Fang Xiaotang showed his invincible knowledge that no one questioned it, suspecting that Yuan Wumeng's talent was far inferior to Fang Xiaotang's.

Yuan Wumeng's family knew his own affairs, and his heart couldn't compare to Fang Xiaotang's talent, so he repeatedly asked Fang Xiaotang to try to wash away his shame and prove his ability.

However, Fang Xiaotang had never learned any Taoism, so it was naturally impossible to agree.

So much so that now, after such a long time, Yuan Wumeng has no confidence to invite her. Yuan Wumeng couldn't see through this person a little, thinking that Fang Xiaotang's cultivation had mostly improved by leaps and bounds during this period of time, and Yuan Wumeng didn't have a full confidence to beat her, so he could only play a little trick like a defeated dog and embarrass her.

And that damn Xu Youcai always teased Yu Fang Xiaotang, saying to others that she was stupid, and she didn't stop Yuan Wumeng's evil deeds, but her belly was broken when she laughed on the side, she was really a teacher in vain, and she was really angry with her without a teacher's appearance.

Fortunately, evil is rewarded, but the time has not yet come. As soon as his senior sister Bai Lele arrived, he became a grandson, and even inadvertently saw him being twisted several times.

Xu is incident made Fang Xiaotang bump into him, Xu Youcai felt embarrassed, and then his punishment of Fang Xiaotang became more and more excessive, and he was invited to drink tea at every turn, and did additional tutoring to copy books and run. or carrying water, or punishing the station, including but not limited to pressing shoulders and beating backs, it is just like being a girl.

As for Xuandu's teaching, this three-generation disciple who looks like a dog is the most unruly. Not only is she drinking and having fun at the inner door, but she dares to flirt with the female disciple who looks like the moon.

Xuandu often said some meaty words, which made Fang Xiaotang blush, but he was the most powerful person in the inner door, and no one dared to refute him, but many girls were willing to recommend themselves to the pillow.

Speaking of Mi Zhu, that bad old man, is also worthy of being called the ninth son of Shangqing? Eighty percent of this person is in the same group as Xu Youcai, a nest of snakes and rats, trying every means to oppress her. When she found an opportunity, she went into the woods, cut down the trees by hand, and after cutting them down, she had to split them into pieces of wood with her palms, and then punished her with her fingers for copying books.

She couldn't gather her spirits, and at first she repeatedly carved the Qianqian Cross to pieces, but after a while, the scars and calluses on her fingers formed layer after layer, which made her practice the method of splitting wood and gravel with her fingertip sword qi.

Tianjiu was occasionally able to see both sides of her, both of them were Fang Xiaotang's embarrassed appearance, secretly wiping his tears sadly, hating himself for being powerless, Fang Xiaotang smiled back, clenched his gums, and insisted on persevering.

In the nine sons of the Shangqing Dynasty, Yin Tianyun is indifferent and tall, and the second quarter moon is elegant and free, but Sun Changsheng and Shi Mingze's character are carved out of the same mold, he is tall and rough-looking, but he always has a straight face and is old-fashioned.

Everyone doesn't like him, and he doesn't like everyone even more.

Sun Changsheng only had three or two top-grade seedlings in his eyes, and the rest were all despised and scolded by him.

Since he saw that Fang Xiaotang couldn't build a foundation in March, he almost ignored her. When teaching the trick of calligraphy, he completely ignored her, and Fang Xiaotang couldn't ask for it.

Under the Shangqing Gate, there have been more than three months, and looking back, Fang Xiaotang's biggest gain is to read all the classics of the Library Pavilion, which is an intangible wealth.

When it comes to building a foundation, Fang Xiaotang still can't do it, but she still builds a foundation after all. Ten days ago, there was a golden qi in her chest, rushing up to the bright clouds, brighter than the noon daylight, laying the foundation of the sword immortal.

At night, Fang Xiaotang came to the forest again to practice swordsmanship, she had suffered too much in the past three months, but she gritted her teeth and persevered.

But the intention of leaving the Shangqing Dao Sect was urgent day by day, and after catching a glimpse of Zhou Zhiwen's gloomy gaze, she was even more impatient, constantly squeezing her own potential, and had already crossed the limit of ordinary people's mental and physical endurance.

Xuandu was lying on the huge Qingyun above the interesting look at her 1,000th stabbing sword, 2,000 swinging swords, and 3,000 swinging swords, only barely dancing three sword flowers, Qingyun was permeated, with a radius of no less than ten zhang, resembling a large piece of marshmallow.

"When no one is taught, with your own practice, you can reach this point, and your talent can't be bad!"

Xuandu shook his head and took a sip of golden-brown amber-like wine. He didn't understand why such a woman with talent and perseverance had become a waste in the mouth of the elders of the inner gate?

Can't build a foundation?

Amusing!

The girl's left arm and shoulder were high and swollen, and she was fat and her wrist bones were cracked, but she just persisted and refused to stop.

Swinging the sword, swinging the sword, stabbing the sword, again and again, this scene seems to have become an eternity.

Tianjiu lay on the treetops on one side and wept silently, in the past three months, she saw Fang Xiaotang desperately forcing herself as if she had fallen into madness, but she was stubborn and persistent like an ancient demon cow, and she didn't listen to her advice at all.

He practiced without sleep, without stopping for a moment, as if a fire was about to release all the light and heat, and like the last cicada at the end of summer crying out for life.

It's just that Tianjiu knows very well why Fang Xiaotang did this. It was precisely because she understood that she couldn't stop it.

People like them, their fate is not in their own hands, if no one is willing to give rain and dew. It can only be self-reliant, digging its roots into the infinite earth to find the source of life.

"Fuichi, do you like to practice swords?" An indifferent and elegant word sounded slowly, but it was like thunder on the ground, and it was impossible to ignore his words.

Fu Yi is Fang Xiaotang's road number, this is the first time that Xuandu has mentioned her road name so solemnly, it seems that something is about to happen.

Fang Xiaotang was startled, looking at the man standing with his hands in his hands, like a peak standing there, he didn't know how his sword practice alone made Master Xuandu see the clues.

Fang Xiaotang replied and said, "Yes." ”

As if to see her uneasiness, Xuandu just dropped a scroll of scripture-like items and turned to leave. Nothing is explained, nothing is explained, and it is not needed.

Just as he came quietly, like a ghost, he paced away without any footsteps.

Fang Xiaotang looked at his back in a daze, only to feel that Xuandu's image had never been so tall for a moment.

It's just that after the majestic figure, only a little loneliness is left for his own taste. No one knew that this mysterious and unpredictable senior brother was also a supreme sword immortal in the past.

I don't know why, after worshipping under the Jianfei Dao Sect, he became the first person of the three generations of disciples. He may not be the earliest of the three generations, but he must be the strongest, which is recognized by all.

Fang Xiaotang stepped forward, picked up the scroll of scriptures, and slowly unfolded it. I saw that the opening chapter was two blood-red ancient seal inscriptions "Heavenly Rebellion", with iron hooks and silver strokes, and white sword qi came from the surface, revealing endless sharpness!

The inside is engraved with mountains, rivers, plants, sun, moon and stars, slash and burn, all-encompassing, and nothing related to swordsmanship has ever been written.

However, Fang Xiaotang didn't mind, this was the first gift she received when she came to the Shangqing Dao Sect.

This alone is enough to make Fang Xiaotang happy, not to mention that the material used in this volume of scriptures is extraordinary, and it is suspected that it is some kind of magical beast skin. The pattern on it is even more exquisite, obviously it is made with great care, and it cannot be ordinary.

Fang Xiaotang continued to practice swordsmanship, but unfortunately the good times did not last long, and he cracked his wrist bone again. When she tried to raise her sword, there was a dull pain in her hand, which made her unable to lift a single ounce of strength, which was the after-effect of the deranged muscles. But she was not reconciled, and she raised her luck again and again......

If it was a normal practice, it would not have lost so much, but Fang Xiaotang's desperate exercise had amazing results, and it also hurt his ice muscles and jade bones because of it.

The result of Fang Xiaotang's forcible luck was a shock to his viscera, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and a boundless sense of weakness came like a tide. She could no longer maintain her stubbornness and persistence, so she wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth at the moment, lay on the grass and looked up at the stars in the sky, as well as the cold dew palace under the stars, and suddenly felt a little disheartened.

A grass, ups and downs in fate, struggles for life, and is attached to the earth for life. When will it lose itself? Fang Xiaotang didn't understand either, but she hoped that her efforts would be meaningful, at least when that moment came, everything would show its significance.

Tianjiu's heartbreaking words suddenly came from his ears: "Xiaotang, do you remember when we first entered the Shangqing Dao Sect? What is your original intention in cultivating the Tao, so do you have to work so hard? ”

Fang Xiaotang was stunned for a moment, and smiled weakly. Yes, she was just looking for a simple life without conflict from the beginning of the day.

There are no wicked people who make things difficult and bullied, they will not endanger others, they will protect their loved ones, they will not be displaced, they just want to be calm and quiet, and it is enough to have a life of coarse tea and light food.

She herself doesn't know when she insists on fighting for strength, only thinking about progress, wanting to get rid of all this injustice, and fighting for her life. When will such an obsession that is so deep that it is imprinted into the soul begin and when will it end?

Master Venerable said that a person as deep as her demonic nature will not be able to cultivate the Tao. If her obsession is demonic, then what is she going to do, as long as she becomes stronger, what does she cultivate, who cares?!

"You understand me." Fang Xiaotang chuckled, smiling so sunnyly, at this moment, she was clear, the sky had not changed, the earth had not changed, she had not changed.

Once a person has what he wants, what he wants to do, he can't let go of it.

Under the moonlight, Tianjiu hugged Fang Xiaotang's tired body into his arms and whispered in her ear: "Yes, we will become stronger, so strong that the sky and the earth change color, and the sun and the moon have no light!"

Tianjiu said word by word, this is her promise, and it is also the firmest belief in her heart. Some people never promise easily, once they make a promise, they will practice it for the rest of their lives!

In the dark, the two girls were on the bank of Yuejian Creek, looking at the lights in the distance, and the obscure light in their eyes flickered.