On this day three days later, Fang Cunti got up early, put on his clothes and robes, put his learning cards in his arms, and did not ride a carriage. Instead, Xiao Qingliu led the horse, rode on the horse, and came straight to the academy. The teacher preached, which was a big deal. Not only would the students in the academy basically go, but some low-level qi refiners in Liuhu City would come to the academy to listen if they were allowed.

So the academy on this day must be crowded and even if you ride a carriage, you may not be able to find a place to park.

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When Fangcun came to the Qingsong Rock of the academy, he saw that the open space was already crowded. The students who lived in the academy on weekdays had already arrived early in the morning and stood in front of the rock. He only hoped that he could hear it clearly at that time, or the preacher was about to finish his preaching. When the students raised the problem, they could be seen by the teacher at once, and asked about the difficulties in their hearts of cultivation.

In addition to the dark students under the rock, there are many people with different clothes on the left and right sides, some of whom look like merchants, some of whom are rich, and some even look like officials who work in the city guards. They each hold a jade slip in their hands, but this is a symbol of their identity. Only when the academy gives them the jade slip can they come and listen while the teacher preaches.

The green pine rock is a mountainside full of pine trees. It is a naturally formed purple rock, more than ten meters square, with several cushions on it. The cushion at the front was prepared for Master Zhong, and the one behind was for other cushions or the culprit.

Fangcun came to the rock and stayed behind and did not squeeze forward.

Just in front of him, there were a group of students from Yuanzhi Pavilion. Like these teachers preached, there were differences. Most of them were acquaintances. Those students who had improved their cultivation naturally became even higher. The people in Yuanzhi Pavilion were all a group of trash. Even if they came early, they were usually embarrassed to move forward, and subconsciously stayed behind, stretching their necks one by one, like big geese.

"Hey, that second young master Fang is here too..."

Some students were bored and looked around and saw the square inch behind them, and whispered to the people around them.

Under the blue rock, there were people talking around the students of Yuanzhiting. A young man in black turned his head indifferently and looked in the direction of Fangcun. His eyes seemed to be a little cold, which made the students bow their heads urgently.

Teach Yuanzhi!

Previously, Fang Cun hit Shen Shiming hard, and even led to the rescue of Fairy Meng, so the teacher naturally would not know.

As a teacher, he was not convenient to interfere in these matters, but he was obviously a little dissatisfied.

Thinking of the usual temperament of this Yuan-teacher, some students couldn't help but think of many things at once.

Fangcun also noticed Yuan Zhi's eyes looking at him, but only smiled and ignored him.

He didn't go forward, but just stayed safely behind the crowd, staying with the people of Liuhu City.

Previously, Shen Shiming came to cause trouble for himself, as if he had made his own decisions to please Yuan Zhi, but Fang Cun's heart did not just dispel some doubts. After all, as a teacher, Yuan Zhi's words and actions and a look may affect the students below, especially Shen Shiming, who are more stunned. In addition, Qi Refiners are good at soul-catching methods, and they may not know that they may be affected by others.

If I were really taught a lesson by a guy like Shin Shiming, who would be the one who suffered the most?

It’s not yourself, but your brother’s rectangular ruler!

My brother Fangzi's reputation has been damaged, so who is the most complacent person in his heart?

As if nothing happened on his face, the corner of his mouth gently pursed.

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The sun is gradually rising, but it is already time for the hour.

In the distance, a bell rang slowly, and the messy scene in Wuyang and Wuyang suddenly became quiet and solemn.

Not far away, several figures came over. The old man in front had silver hair, black beard, wearing a wide robe, and was in good spirits. It was Mr. Zhong Yue, one of the four masters to preach this time. Beside him were two teachers, one of Mr. Lan Shuang and the other was an old woman wearing a black cloak. Behind them were several young students.

The leading one was Meng Zhixue. She followed the teacher and entered the venue with her eyes slightly turned.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, but this gaze stopped after seeing the small inch hiding behind the crowd, and his brows frowned slightly.

Fang Cun smiled at her.

Meng Zhixue glanced at him deeply and looked away with expressionless face.

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"One mouthful of the heavenly weather will lead to thousands of methods!"

"The way to refine Qi is simple and complex!"

"We cultivators, if you practice breathing, you will get extraordinary achievements. You can use this to calm the world, chase demons, protect the people, and cultivate the wasteland. You can chase stars and moons above, and cultivate your nature and self-cultivation below. The method of refining Qi is originally a gift from heaven, but no one who has a deep blessing can learn it. You have embarked on the great path of refining Qi, but it is actually favored by God. I hope you can use the method to quell the chaos, protect the human relationships of the heavenly way, and follow the Lord of the Immortal Palace, and keep benevolent and righteous thoughts!"

After the old master Zhong Yue sat down, he smiled and persuaded him to learn it. Then he took out a volume of the "Story of the Skills" and started the preaching of this day. In addition to the most basic methods of qi refining, the "Nine Sutras" are the key.

These teachers in the academy, or the teacher, also have their own strengths in the "Nine Classics".

Whether it is the "Cause Sutra", "Capital Sutra", "Ling Sutra", "Chu Sutra", and "Shu Sutra", as long as you practice it in depth, you can understand extraordinary skills and are also the unique skills of Qi Refiners. What Mr. Zhong is good at is the way of "Shu Sutra". To put it bluntly, he has already learned a profound way of controlling things and has a mysterious operation. He is a well-deserved great Qi Refiners.

The way to control things is one of the two major foundations, and everyone needs to participate in it.

It is precisely because of this that so many people came to listen when Master Zhong Yue began to preach.

"The method of controlling things is only to activate internal breath and rely on the power of heaven and earth. It is extremely simple, like the extension of hands and feet, like the transformation of mind and mind. However, with exquisite craftsmanship and intellect, you can rely on the mystery and see the mystery and spirit. Common methods of controlling things are used to control swords, flying and barriers, which seem to be ever-changing, but in fact they are of the same origin. What you seek and understand are just the 'wonder of operation'!"

"All Qi Refiners all think that the way of magic lies in internal breathing, which is actually wrong!"

"The stronger the internal breath, the more wonderful the magic. If it is heavy, it will fall on both the essence and the mind..."

Mr. Zhong was talking, and there were already children beside him. He placed three boxes in front of him. He gently raised his fingertips and swung the invisible force. The three boxes were all opened. The lid seemed to have an invisible big hand, gently placed beside him, neatly. Then, he did not move to him, but just preached slowly. Every time he spoke, something flew out of the box.

The first one to fly up was a dark green flying sword, thick and powerful, with inscriptions on it, hanging steadily in the air.

"The power of flying swords and harnessing objects should be steadily and thickly before they can be operated by the heart..."

When he talked about the way of flying swords, he thought of animals. The flying sword flew out with a "swoosh". It was so fast that it even rolled up a strong wind. People who were closer to the flying sword felt the strong wind blowing on the surface, and even closed their eyes and covered them with their sleeves.

But when he saw that the flying sword was about to stab the ancient pine opposite, he suddenly stopped, only a slight difference.

Such exquisite palm control is nothing more than a master of martial arts and has attracted endless praise.

"Is this the legendary flying sword?"

Fang Cun's heart also had a slight turbulence, and he thought to himself: "It's really powerful to use the method of controlling things to hurt the enemy ten feet away. No matter how skillful the martial arts are, they will suffer a lot when they encounter such a flying sword. The most terrifying thing is that the most powerful flying sword technique in the legend can be far away from thousands of miles away and take the head level of a person. Not to mention the accurate head, how powerful internal breath is needed to send the sword to thousands of miles away?"

"If Feiwan can be strong and strong, it can be as fast as lightning..."

Just as he was thinking, one after another flew out of the second box, round iron bullets as big as a thumb, one after another, gradually floating behind him, looking dense, like a black star. As Mr. Zhong Yue's thoughts flashed, these iron balls suddenly flew out one by one, at a speed that was so fast that they were completely invisible.

In the blink of an eye, these iron balls flew in front of the rock opposite, and remained stable. As if to show the power of these iron balls, Mr. Zhong Yue flicked his fingers lightly, and one of the iron balls hit the rock directly. There was only a sound of explosion, and the rock chips splashed and smoke filled the air. The seven or eight feet thick rock actually made a hole.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw this.

The most shocking thing was Fang Cun, and he thought to himself: "Isn't this a gun?"

When he saw the dozens of iron balls that were hovering in the air like an arm and finger, he changed his mouth again: "This is Gatlin!"

"When you use the power to fly, you need to be gentle and unrestrained..."

Mr. Zhong Yue talked about the third place. When everyone looked at it, he saw that the little raccoon cat with long tail fur was flying out of the box. He was being held in the air by an invisible force. He seemed a little panicked. He looked left and right in the air. Mr. Zhong Yue raised his hand gently, but lifted the kitten higher and higher. At the end, he had reached the treetop position, as if he had wings.

The kitten seemed to be not uncomfortable, but was attracted by the birds in the forest and stared at it with round eyes.

Mr. Zhong Yue smiled gently and sent his palm slightly. The kitten flew several times faster. In the blink of an eye, it arrived next to the bird and thumped. The bird was frightened, but before it could fly away, it was swooped away by the little raccoon cat and bit it in his mouth.

"The technique of flying and soaring requires the most internal breath and is the most difficult to practice. Everyone, if you practice this method improperly, if you don't have enough magic power in Fei Teng, you will fall down and make yourself half-death. But if you are seen and lose face, you will be a big deal..."

Mr. Zhong Yue said, which immediately caused laughter around him.
Chapter completed!