I don’t know how long it took, but Wang Xiaochuan finally walked out of his residence and followed the muddy path of Sunset Peak to the outside of the sect.

Today's weather is particularly gloomy, with dark clouds dense and heavy, and it looks like it can rain at any time.

On both sides of the road, some disciples saluted respectfully, with their eyes full of admiration and envy. They knew that Wang Xiaochuan was a disciple of the Immortal Lord, with extraordinary talents and had learned the creation technique on the Wudao Peak, but it was a pity that he was taken away.

Wang Xiaochuan ignored him and went west after leaving the mountain gate. He had not eaten for many days and was a little hungry.

The quiet mountain village, with dozens of scattered families, are decorated like a fairyland, with small bridges and flowing water, and flowers blooming. However, there are no people who practice Taoism inside, but it is just an ordinary mountain village, which is called Pingxian Village.

Jingzhong once said that the beef in the village is very good, but it is just a mundane thing, and eating too much will hinder your practice.

Wang Xiaochuan didn't care, but instead accelerated his pace. He reached a shed on the hillside, with a bench and a wide chair, and an old man was sitting inside. Some of the moisture in the mountains was too heavy, and he was old and weak, so he was already sleeping on the stove.

The beef thighs are thick, all hanging on the beams of the shed, purple gold is red, and a scent of fragrance is blowing by the breeze.

"Old man, get me two plates of beef, I'm hungry." Wang Xiaochuan raised his foot and kicked over the chair, with no domineering or complacent expression on his face, but just a quiet and solemn heart.

The old man woke up from the sound and looked up. He must be a young man in purple. He must be a fairy. When he got closer, he was indeed a young man with a handsome face and childish look. He didn't look like a villain but had an ugly face.

Perhaps he had encountered some trouble, the old man made Xiaochuan sit down, helped him up the stool and picked up a piece of beef, and went to the kitchen with a big knife. Not long after, he brought a bowl of beef to the table and said respectfully: "I'm the god."

Wang Xiaochuan picked up the chopsticks, and the beef was purple and red, and some red pepper fruits were added. It was sweet and spicy. It was mellow and rich in toughness, soft and easy to chew, but it was not ordinary beef. He couldn't help but nod and said, "Your beef is really good, it's better than what I've eaten."

"I've been awarded the award." The old man felt that the young man was not well-educated and introduced: "When talking about this beef, there is another story."

Unexpectedly, it was the descendants of the colorful divine cow and the sharp-horned cow. In the end, because they were unable to practice and had extremely strong reproductive ability, they became low-level beasts in the Xisha Beast Forest.

When Wang Xiaochuan was impressed, a person broke in outside the door, with fat heads, big ears, and eyes rolling, and was so fat that he was quite cute.

He came in and said, "Grandpa Li, Xiaofu is here to see you."

"Oh, Xiaofu, you're finally here." The old man laughed out loud and said happily: "I put all those utensils in the back mountain. The carriage was broken, so I really couldn't get it."

"It's okay, huh~" The fat man immediately stopped smiling when he saw Ogawa and bowed respectfully, "Disciple has seen Uncle Master."

The old man was surprised that this handsome young man was actually a senior expert, and he couldn't help but admire him and pursed his lips and became respectful.

The person who came was a disciple of the Immortal Search Ceremony. He remembered correctly that he should be called Liu Fu.

Wang Xiaochuan said coldly: "You are not practicing in the sect, why are you here for?"

"Uh, I......" Liu Fu had no choice but to say honestly: "Uncle Qi, I came here to practice and eat some beef."

The old man also hurriedly explained: "Yes, yes, the immortal master is above, and the immortal Liu Fu is indeed here to practice magical powers, and he also asked the old man to prepare utensils. So, the iron, stone, steel and wood are still in the back mountain and cannot come up."

Iron and stone steel mulch is used by warriors to refine their bodies, but those who practice Taoism basically do not use it.

Wang Xiaochuan followed Liu Fu to the back mountain with questions. He saw a carriage that contained several pieces of iron, steel and wood, round stones, only the size of a head, with a steel wood passing by. It was the best tool for martial arts practice. It looked quite heavy, and even the wheels were deeply trapped in the soil.

"Why do you, a practitioner of Taoism, do things like a mortal?" Wang Xiaochuan pushed hard on iron, stone, steel, and wood. If you didn't use your energy, you wouldn't move at all.

Liu Fu said humbly: "I know that I am different from you. My perseverance is not as strong as Zhang Xiaohua, my diligence is not as hard as Wu Hong, and my cultivation of the great way is even more vague. So I just want to practice hard, not seeking the Mahayana realm, and be the first cultivator in the Foundation Building Stage or the Golden Elixir stage. Unlike you, Master, you are gifted, I just need to be a little monk, just do my best, and have the glory of some little monks."

Wang Xiaochuan was a little stunned and stared at Liu Fu. Seeing his sincere face, smiling, with some light in his eyes, his big ears hanging with two earlobes, like two beads, full and round, with a harmonious look.

"Isn't practicing Taoism to the highest level?" Wang Xiaochuan murmured to himself, and even his thoughts floated.

Liu Fu smiled and said, "Of course it can be for you, but for us, it is not necessarily suitable."

"What's the right thing?"

"I don't know this disciple anymore, it should vary from person to person." Liu Fu jumped into the carriage, picked up the iron stone and steel wood and said, "Uncle Master, why don't you watch me refining my body and give me some advice?"

"Can."

Liu Fu smiled brightly, carried the iron, stone, steel and wood very seriously, found a wilderness, and started training.

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two.....

three.....

Every time he pushed, he felt extremely difficult to lift. The iron and steel were extremely heavy, but it was also up and down on his chest, making his muscles tremble, but the speed was very slow.

Ogawa said: "It is better to practice a body refining technique than to refine your body like this? Maybe it's faster."

"Hey, Master, you still don't understand. Body refining skills require understanding. The disciples are not very talented, but they are better than ordinary people, but they are nothing compared to you geniuses." Liu Fu gasped and said, "So, choosing some stupid methods is not bad, one step at a time."

Wang Xiaochuan smiled bitterly and asked calmly: "What if you can't practice? What will happen to you?"

"Doesn't understand what Uncle Master is referring to? Is it because he has no spiritual roots like Grandpa Li, or is it like a colorful sharp-horned cow who stops at a low-level beast due to bloodline problems?"

"Just like you are now, no matter how you practice, you can't break through."

Liu Fu smiled and said, "That's the issue of breakthrough. If this is the case, I will still practice hard. If I can't break through, I can't break through. As long as I persevere, I will break through one day. If I really can't break through, then I can definitely be the first person in the foundation-building stage, and it will not be in vain for my life to practice Taoism."

"You are right. As long as you persist, you will make a breakthrough one day. I will definitely be stronger than you!"

Liu Fu nodded without comment: "This is natural."

The fierce fighting spirit once again ignited Xiaochuan's eyes, and even the childishness became heavy.
Chapter completed!