"Zhenren, what you are saying now will only make us less confident. Can't you just tell us how to make us stronger?" Heizi couldn't help it anymore and interrupted Zhenren Fang's speech.
"Taoism emphasizes character. There is nothing wrong with your character. It's just that time is really not friendly to you. With your current strength, it is indeed not enough to protect what you have." I wanted to be angry when I heard what Master Fang said. This is tantamount to Didn't say the same thing.
"The fastest way to improve your strength is of course actual combat. I believe you have experienced it deeply in these few times and gained a lot." Fortunately, Master Fang finally said something of some value.
"Yes, yes, continue." Heizi became serious.
"But if you encounter an opponent whose strength is far greater than yours, you really won't get any benefit with your current methods." Fang Zhenren said and stroked his beard again.
"You said you didn't go back around for a long time? It's all in vain." Heizi said and turned around to go back to the house to rest.
"I've thought of some ideas." After Fang Zhenren said this, Heizi quickly turned around and came back.
"Please tell me." Heizi looked at Fang Zhenren with a flattering expression.
"Based on your situation, your master must have never taught you to ask God." Master Fang said and looked at me.
"Yes, Master said, I have a Rakshasa sealed on my hand. If you ask God, he might take me away with him." I nodded in approval.
"Please consider my feelings and speak Mandarin." Heizi frowned and made a serious face.
"It's about asking the gods to take over and gain high combat effectiveness in a short period of time." I explained it this way, and Heizi understood it as soon as he heard it.
"Teach me, teach me, I want to learn." Heizi didn't hesitate at all and directly grabbed Fang Zhenren's sleeve.
"I can teach you, but now Xiaotian is a problem." Fang Zhenren finally relaxed.
"That's right, Xiaotian can't learn this, so what should I do?" Heizi asked with a grimace.
"As for Xiaotian, since he has the Universe Bracelet, let's raise a spiritual pet." Fang Zhenren said and nodded to himself.
"Are you talking about Dahei?" Heizi turned his head and glanced at Dahei who was lying on the side chewing bones.
"It's just raising ghosts." I was too tired to wait for Master Fang to explain, so I could only interrupt.
These people don't talk like normal people.
"Do you still want to raise it? Doesn't he already have one on his hand?" Heizi suffered from cerebral thrombosis again.
"Heizi, let's go. I have a bad heart." I really didn't have the energy to explain to him anymore. After talking in such a long way, he actually asked such a stupid question.
"I'm sorry, I was so preoccupied with praying to God that my mind wandered a bit. I understand, the one in my hand can't be used. I have to find another one like a buried corpse that can be released to fight." Heizi knew that he was mentally retarded and quickly defended himself.
"That's pretty much what it means." Fang Zhenren actually nodded in approval.
If these two people become master and apprentice, they will really be a perfect match.
"But the question now is, where can I find a powerful ghost? We must not touch the evil method of burial of corpses." There is a method, but I have no clue now.
"Fengming Mountain, the Ghost King of the Big Sword." Heizi's eyes glowed with gold as he spoke clearly.
"When you don't suffer from cerebral thrombosis, I still like you very much." I said it sincerely, but I didn't expect that Heizi would become impatient, chase me and start fighting.
In the next few days, Heizi concentrated on studying and praying to God.
But the master brought him in, and cultivation depends on oneself. For a person like Heizi who has trouble calming down, it is really difficult for him to learn this.
"Zhenren, why can't it work?" After failing for an unknown number of times, Heizi angrily approached Fang Zhenren.
"I've taught you all the techniques. If you don't invite me, that's your problem, it has nothing to do with me." Master Fang didn't give him a good look, so the master should be more patient in this regard.
"Don't think too much, and don't invite any random things when the time comes." I added with a smile.
"Hmph, just wait, I'll invite the God of War." It was rare that Heizi didn't quarrel with me, and turned around and went back to the house.
"Master, if I want to conquer that big sword ghost king, what's the trick?" Now that Heizi is gone, it's my turn to ask for advice.
"That Big Sword Ghost King is a military general. If you want to use him as a spiritual pet, I'm afraid you have no other choice but to defeat him." With one sentence from Master Fang, he dragged me into the bottom of the valley again.
Chatting with him always makes you doubt your life.
"Actually, you have a good foundation. The swordsmanship taught by your master is from the same school as mine. If you work harder, you may not have no chance." Look, he gave you another emotional turn, which made you nervous. Come on, you can't be unhappy.
"Thank you, Master, for teaching me." I quickly grabbed a peach wood sword.
"I won't practice with you, little apprentice..." Fang Zhenren shouted with an unhappy look on his face.
"Just him? Is that okay?" I looked at my little apprentice with some suspicion.
"I have been practicing swordsmanship for ten years." The young apprentice said very humbly.
It's not very harmful, it's very insulting.
This little guy is probably only fourteen or fifteen years old. If I have been practicing swordplay for six years, I have spent more than half of it learning other skills.
In such a comparison, it is indeed unworthy of others.
"Please." The young apprentice said and entered combat mode.
"Stop..." After a few rounds, my body was bruised and purple, and I was no match for them.
"I agree." The little Taoist boy also gave me a fist.
"Concession." I felt like crying.
"Hey, I told Gu Yang not to teach everything and learn nothing well..." Fang Zhenren stood up, waved his hand, and returned to the house with a look of disdain.
I really felt like my heart was dying at this moment, which was even worse than being insulted by that evil way.
Heizi could never find a way to invite the gods, so he simply joined the ranks of practicing swordsmanship.
Then Heizi and I completely became little Tao Tong's sparring partners, the kind who simply got beaten.
Master Fang was free and happy, gesticulating happily from the side.
"You two should go down the mountain today." On this day, Master Fang suddenly called us to his side.
"Why?" Heizi and I said in unison. Doesn't this mean that we are not being taught?
"You two heartless people, today is your uncle Bai's first seven." Fang Zhenren said with a straight face.
"This..." Heizi and I bit our lips at the same time. We almost forgot about such an important thing.
"Hey... I also know that you have suffered a big blow. It is right to want to become stronger. Don't just think about revenge. Don't deviate from the Taoist heart." Fang Zhenren changed the topic and comforted us. .
"Thanks for the real person's advice, we understand." Heizi and I clasped our fists and saluted at the same time.
Everything about Uncle Bai's funeral was in accordance with his wishes, but we didn't really keep everything simple. Many people from the town came.
The cemetery was chosen next to the master's grave. The shape of the tombstone was chosen by Heizi and I. Although the material is not of the highest quality, it is not bad compared to the master's.
The tombstone is engraved with: Grandfather Bai Lunzhi’s tomb. Grandson: Zhang Tianyi and Zhao Quan.
"Grandpa, my grandson kowtows to you." Heizi, Dahei, and I knelt down at the same time.
Back on the mountain again, this time we stayed for three full months, and we were humiliated by the little Taoist's swordsmanship for two and a half months.
"Okay, haste makes waste. It's time for you to go down the mountain. I have a bad feeling." On this day, Master Fang stood in front of the house and stopped us.
Judging from the way he was counting, it seemed like that was really happening.
In fact, after getting along with each other these days, we have basically understood Fang Zhenren's character and temperament.
He has real abilities, but he just doesn't like communicating with others, let alone getting along with others.
The little Taoist boy who has been with him for so many years must be very good at his character.
Allowing us to stay here for such a long time is a great honor to the master.
Although we are still no match for Xiao Tao Tong in terms of swordsmanship, these three months are definitely as good as our own blind practice for three to five years.
"Zhenren, we will come and see you when we have time." Heizi and I now regard Zhenren Fang as half of our master.
"If possible, don't come to see me in the next year or two." After finishing speaking, Fang Zhenren closed the courtyard door with a look of disgust.
"It seems that none of Master's friends are normal." Heizi turned around and said this.
"Master, this is what Heizi said, not me." I said and ran forward quickly.
At this time, there was lightning and thunder in the sky, and Heizi panicked.
"Master, I was wrong, senior brother, please wait for me." Heizi cried and chased after him.
Returning to the dusty "Guyangju", looking at everything familiar and unfamiliar in front of us, Heizi and I looked at each other.
It is clear to us that the road ahead will only get rougher.
