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After leaving the cave entrance, Fang Zhixing slowly opened his eyes, but when he saw the sun shining brightly, it was a little dazzling. It took a while to get used to it. Seeing a little Taoist priest next to him, Fang Zhixing vaguely remembered that he was the disciple of Senior Brother Wang Zhijin, nodded and went with him to pay homage to Hao Datong.

While walking, Fang Zhixing suddenly felt something falling from the air and hit him, and couldn't help but reach out to grab it. Sensing the force above, he looked around, but did not see anyone, so he had to shake his head gently, stretch out his hand and gesture, and then continue to move forward. This thing was not said to be a piece of paper, but the method of falling was clearly his finger-blinking technique. Fang Zhixing naturally guessed who it was. However, he was going to pay homage to Hao Datong now, but he had no time to meet with the other party, so he had to make a gesture to show that he had something to do.

The little Taoist priest next to him saw Fang Zhixing grab something and stuff it into his arms, and then gestured for a moment. Although he didn't understand the meaning, he didn't dare to ask more questions. Although he was only a few years younger than Fang Zhixing, he was one generation shorter in his seniority. How dare he ask about his elders?

Seeing that the little Taoist priest was so obedient, Fang Zhixing nodded secretly. After asking a few questions, he learned that the little Taoist priest was named Shen Qingchen, who was sixteen years old this year. He had already entered the mountain to seek Taoism at the age of ten, and it was only more than a year later than Fang Zhixing's worship in Quanzhen. Of course, the two's skills are very different now.

Fang Zhixing was quite surprised to hear Shen Qingchen say that his master Wang Zhijin was transferring to practice Jingxu Gong. Now that Hao Datong has improved Zixia Gong, Wang Zhijin has practiced Jingxu Gong, which is more than one-small. It is really surprising. However, thinking about Wang Zhijin's temperament, Fang Zhixing also understood that Senior Brother Wang felt that he was not suitable for practicing Zixia Gong, so he chose this. After all, Jingxu Gong is no matter what, it is also a relatively advanced internal skill. With Wang Zhijin's conditions, it is more appropriate to transfer to this skill.

In recent years, Fang Zhixing has naturally known several senior brothers under Hao Datong's sect. Needless to say, the eldest senior brother Xuan Tongzi has already supported the door in Shandong; among the other senior brothers, Wang Zhijin is the most outstanding. This person has profound skills, but he has rarely performed. He is very clear and quiet, and has hidden his strengths. Fang Zhixing admires this senior brother very much. Although Zhang Zhiguang, the oldest senior brother in the mountain, is a little slick in temperament and a little impatient, and needs to be polished. Of course, Hao Datong has to worry about this matter. Fang Zhixing mainly pays attention to himself in this life. He is not too concerned about the affairs of the sect, let alone as a junior brother, he cannot interfere in the affairs of his senior brother at will. He just understands it briefly!

Along the way, Fang Zhixing gave a few casual advice to Shen Qingchen to answer his difficulties in cultivation. Wang Zhijin is now in seclusion, and as his uncle, he can also give advice to his nephew. Of course, that's all. Shen Qingchen is not a disciple of Fang Zhixing after all. If he teaches him directly, he will pass. Fang Zhixing understands this very well and does not teach him any martial arts.

Soon after, the two of them had arrived in the hall. Shen Qingchen replied and retreated on his own. Fang Zhixing went to pay homage to Hao Datong. Hao Datong went to Shandong to preach after the New Year and taught his great disciple Xuantongzi Zixia Gong. He has just returned not long ago. He knew that Fang Zhixing had left the pass today and did not go out, so he had been waiting here.

Seeing Fang Zhixing's diligence so quickly, his true energy was extremely stable, and he also had the vague intention of breaking through again, Hao Datong was extremely shocked: "It seems that his disciple is even greater than what he imagined! It's impossible to surpass him in a few years. I'm afraid that among the younger generation, Guo Jing and his wife can compare with him, Quanzhen Sect can have this person. I'm really lucky!" Thinking of this, he made up his mind and said to Fang Zhixing: "Zhixing, there is still three months to compete. You should prepare well and strive to win the championship this year!" Now Fang Zhixing's skills are close to the Seven Sons of Quanzhen, and it can be said that he is the first of the three generations of disciples of Quanzhen Sect. With such a good disciple, Hao Datong of course has the idea of ​​promoting it. And he has some plans and needs to implement it.

When Fang Zhixing heard this, he immediately refused: "Master, I don't want to participate in the competition!" Participating in the competition will inevitably lead to meeting Zhao Zhijing, Zhen Zhibing and others. It is envious to win, and he will not want to do it on purpose, so he naturally does not want to cause trouble.

"Oh, why is this?" Hao Datong said in surprise. Seeing that this disciple likes martial arts, he went down the mountain several times a few years ago, and thought he liked to fight hard, but now it seems that this is not the case!

Fang Zhixing replied: "Disciples practice martial arts, one to strengthen their bodies, and the other to resist external demons. The ultimate goal is to seek truth. As for fighting with others, they are exempted if they can be avoided, otherwise they will not have time to calm down!" This is not an excuse for him to shirk, but Fang Zhixing's attitude towards life in this life. Because of fighting in the previous life, he left a lot of secret injuries on his body, and in this life he could avoid fighting in the martial arts world. Fang Zhixing's martial arts skills were already extremely high in his previous life, and now he does not need to fight to promote the progress of martial arts. Why bother himself? Of course, if he finds himself, he will not be afraid, just treats it as an external demon in his practice.

Hao Datong was very satisfied with Fang Zhixing's idea of ​​this. It is really rare for young people to have such martial arts skills but are so calm. However, he had another plan in his mind, so he said: "Zhixing, this competition is related to your future martial arts progress, so it is better to participate."

Fang Zhixing said curiously: "Why is this? Could this competition have other meanings?" Thinking of the increasingly fierce competition between the three generations of disciples of the Quanzhen Sect, Fang Zhixing also had some speculations, but he did not have the idea of ​​that position in his mind. Moreover, even if he wanted to fight, he might not be able to compete. The three generations of disciples of the Quanzhen Sect were not only capable of martial arts but also involved a series of factors such as the power of disciples and seniority. Hao Datong's disciples were not prosperous, and Fang Zhixing was very late, so he naturally had no way to fight.

Hao Datong shook his head and said, "The competition is a competition, and there is no meaning. But if you want to watch the innate martial arts, then strive to win the championship." Then he explained, "Now your skills are enough to catch up with the people who are waiting for me, and you are qualified to watch this innate martial arts, but outsiders do not know about this. If we teach the innate martial arts to you privately, it is afraid that it will be difficult for the public to convince the public, so you still need to show it." His disciples are not many of them among the seven sons, and of course they do not have the idea of ​​letting their disciples compete for the first place of the third generation of disciples.

Fang Zhixing realized after hearing this. Thinking about it, innate martial arts is the supreme skill of Quanzhen Sect. Even if Hao Datong wants to teach, he must have the consent of several others, but there is no reason to teach it without authorization. Learning innate martial arts is one of the main purposes of Fang Zhixing's worship in Quanzhen Sect. Now that he has the opportunity to see it, he certainly does not want to miss it. He bows and says, "Disciple, thank you, Master!" He is considered to be a matter of participating in the competition.

Hao Datong encouraged him again and answered the difficulties in his cultivation, so that he could retreat and prepare well.

Fang Zhixing left the hall and couldn't help but breathe a sigh. Now that he has been worshipping Quanzhen for nearly eight years, he is about to get what he wants, but he is not very excited, just a little sigh. After practicing Taoism for several years, his mind has grown by a little bit. Although he is not happy with things, it is not much different.

When he returned to his residence, Fang Zhixing then unfolded the paper ball he received and watched the contents on it. He naturally recognized that it was Li Mochou's handwriting. After thinking about it, he sorted out his appearance and went to the back mountain to meet the other party. Li Mochouen arrived immediately when he left the cave. It was obvious that he had asked about his situation and had been waiting here. How could he not notice such affection? This time he was in seclusion for a year and thought a lot about the matter between the two. Now it seems that it is time to make it clear.

Of course, Fang Zhixing had many ideas about the outcome of the two. However, the most important thing is to depend on the fate of both parties. He figured it out, but if Li Mochou could not forget Lu Zhanyuan, he could only give up this vague relationship. After a year of seclusion, Fang Zhixing didn't say that Gujing was not boring, but it was not much different.

It was getting late at this time, and Fang Zhixing's martial arts skills were extremely high, and no one was paying attention to it, so naturally he would not alarm others. When he arrived, Li Mochou had already been waiting there. Seeing this, Fang Zhixing walked over.

Before he could speak, Fang Zhixing saw Li Mochou slapped it in a series of hands. It was the ancient tomb sect's heaven and earth net. It was like lightning and his posture was graceful. Seeing this, he had to deal with it. He was extremely skilled in this skill, so he naturally could not let Li Mochou hit it. However, he realized that the other party had no strength in his hands, so he didn't know that Li Mochou was venting his anger, so he had to deliberately miss it and let her hit it a few times. Li Mochou's moves were already light, and he was wearing leather armor, and he felt no pain at all.

Li Mochou patted Fang Zhixing dozens of palms, and his anger gradually faded. Then he stopped and looked at Fang Zhixing carefully. After not seeing him for a year, Fang Zhixing did not change much. Although there was no sunlight in the cave, his face became more rosy and he looked extremely healthy.

"Okay! I've been worried for a year, but you're enjoying happiness in it!" As she said that, she slapped hard and hit Fang Zhixing again. This time she added some strength. Fang Zhixing was injured, and even if he was not injured, he had to suffer.

When Fang Zhixing heard this, he could no longer calm down. All the thoughts he had imagined were thrown aside. He grabbed Li Mochou's hand, hugged her in his arms, and said softly: "Mochou, have you calmed down?"

When Li Mochou was hugged by him, she suddenly felt that familiar feeling spread to her heart. Last time Fang Zhixing hugged her for a moment, she felt thrilled, relieved and fainted by poisonous gas. This time the two of them hugged each other, and she was immediately drunk and beautiful, and she didn't want to struggle, so she was hugged in her arms by Fang Zhixing. (To be continued)

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