Jingguo, Ningling County, Sanyin County, Xiama Village.
After parting ways with Bubble, Fang Chang didn't waste any time and returned here following the path he took.
He started here in the splendid world, and he should end here.
Fang Chang stood under the 100-year-old locust tree at the entrance of the village, his body far away from reality, and his mind drifting away for a moment.
At this moment, the magic power in his body was constantly leaking out, like a small pond trying to fill a river beyond its own capabilities.
This is the power of the magical land.
Compared with the vast expanse of heaven and earth, the magical power that is as long as an abyss and an ocean seems a bit meager.
After all, no matter how strong his magic power is, without external supplements, it will eventually be exhausted sooner or later.
"let's start."
Fang Chang's hands were kneading the spell, and the sound of clicking gears seemed to come from his body, as invisible chains were wrapped around his body.
Locked in his god, his god, his law, his power.
As the layers of chains fall down, the secret technique called the God-Locking Technique is almost complete.
He will become a complete mortal.
His soul was locked, his powerful physical strength was sealed, and his Dantian magic power could not be used. Even this land of extraordinary spirits could no longer squeeze any spiritual energy from him.
There are two ways to break through the realm of divine transformation.
The first is the reincarnation of the soul, just like the distraction of the Heavenly Witch that Fang Chang encountered before, but that is the reincarnation of the Heavenly Witch who has furthered her realm, but the form is not much different.
After reincarnation, the Yuan Shen took the initiative to receive the mystery in the womb and fell asleep deep in the body.
But as life gradually grows, the reincarnated body will gradually be affected by the soul, forming some kind of obsession.
Pursuing obsessions, seeing through them, and forming your own divine will is a correct and successful path to breakthrough.
The second is to enter the mortal world, seal all your power, and enter the mortal world as a mortal.
The advantage is that you can feel the goal you are pursuing more directly than the first method, and your understanding of various laws of power can penetrate directly into your soul.
The disadvantage is that it is easy to lose control.
A person who has stood in a high position, when encountering difficulties and setbacks, the first time he wants to use strength to solve the problem.
So it often happens that you can't control yourself, break through the seal, and regain your strength.
In this way, this practice will fail.
And this method generally only has one chance.
Because after getting used to using power to solve problems, even if the power is sealed again, the only thing I want is to get the power back.
At this moment, Fang Chang chose the second method.
He felt a sense of weakness that he had not seen for a long time.
The world is vast, and it seems that a random gust of wind will shatter him into pieces.
Fear and uneasiness surged into his heart. He had not felt this kind of insecurity for a long time.
But Fang Chang laughed.
"To transform into a god, you must first transform into a mortal. Perhaps this is the meaning of transforming into a mortal."
Fang Chang has no shortage of mystical skills in his hands.
The Queen is very generous. There are almost endless wonderful magic and spiritual techniques in the mountains and rivers world, from the lowest level of Qi refining, to the transformation of gods, and even the Dongxu and the Hedao behind the Dongxu.
This is one of the reasons why Fang Chang feels that the Queen is the reincarnation or descendant of the Nine Phoenix Empress.
In comparison, the inheritance about the Demon Eye Sect he received from the Eye of the Demon seems to be a lot more petty.
Zeng Fangchang also wondered, if the power is not getting stronger and stronger, why do we have to set up a special realm to transform into mortals? It is very suspected of being deliberately abused.
Falling from the clouds and turning into a speck of dust on the ground is said to be the power of understanding the underlying rules, knowing the smallest details, and conforming to the laws of heaven and earth.
But who is willing to experience the hardships at the bottom again if he is already at a high place?
But at this moment, Fang Chang had another level of experience.
The power is powerful enough to allow him to do whatever he wants.
Just like in Fufeng City, he is the god of this city, and everyone depends on his breath to live, and they are all vying to please him secretly.
He likes order and the smoke and fire of the world, so it is orderly and has a constant flow of people. It is the county with the best security in the entire county.
Just because everyone is in awe of his power and the power it brings.
But he's also trapped in it.
His emotions and mind are constantly being corroded by power, and he is becoming more and more indifferent. It seems that nothing in the world can touch his soul anymore, because what he wants seems to be too easy to get.
Just have the power.
After parting ways with Bubble, Fang Chang became more deeply aware of this feeling.
Because he didn't have much sadness.
Deep in his heart, there seemed to be a voice saying - the road to spiritual practice is long, parting is normal, it is just an insignificant passer-by in your life, and in a hundred years, no one can remember who.
What he said to Bubbles was both to it and to himself.
But how could he not be sad?
Why shouldn't you be sad?
That was his companion who had been with him for decades. He had only been practicing cultivation for more than a hundred years, and this little guy had been accompanying him for more than half of his life.
But he didn't feel sad at all.
This is absolutely not the meaning of spiritual practice.
He once thought that immortals are indifferent to everything, and the destruction of all things does not disturb their hearts. The heart of heaven is the original mind, and they regard all things as stupid dogs.
But as his cultivation level got higher and his realm got deeper, he felt that this was not the immortal he wanted to be.
He should be happy when he should be happy, angry when he should be angry, and sad when he should be sad, instead of turning himself into a stone for the sake of higher cultivation and higher realm.
At this moment, when he became a mortal again, Fang Chang suddenly understood something.
The meaning of transformation is also the meaning of practice.
Returning to his mortal body and looking for the original emotion will be the anchor for him to maintain his original intention and not be controlled by power in his future practice.
The so-called divine will is just the reward he received after regaining his original intention.
After all, if he doesn't even know what he is relying on, then why should he control the power that can destroy the world in the future?
"So, let me experience another beating from society."
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As Fang Chang's last trace of strength was sealed, his external illusion was lifted, and his true body was revealed.
At the entrance of the village, an old man holding a cattail leaf fan and talking to several young children about ancient times was stunned.
"You, how did you get here?"
He unconsciously looked at the scorching sun high in the sky, then looked at the shadow under Fang Chang's feet, and breathed a sigh of relief.
The sun is huge and there are shadows, but they are not ghosts.
Fang Chang cupped his fists and saluted: "A traveler from afar, passing by the precious land, wants to ask for a glass of water from my father-in-law."
The old man saw that Fang Chang was dressed in white. He was spotless and had an extraordinary temperament. He was not an ordinary person.
So he didn't dare to show any impatient expression. Instead, he encouraged a child with a smile and said:
"Shitou, go home and bring a bowl of water for this big brother to drink."
"Thank you."
Fang Chang randomly found a big rock and sat down.
This large stone has a smooth surface and must have been visited frequently.
"Where did you come from, little brother?"
The old man asked a little carelessly:
"Life is not easy these days. It must have been a hard journey."
He looked at Fang Chang's forehead without even a drop of sweat and felt that he must be the legendary master of martial arts.
Fang Chang thought for a while and made up a random location.
"I came from the east and wandered all the way after my family suffered a military disaster. I was surprised to see the quiet and peaceful village, so I came here to have a look."
He flew all the way and saw that there was another war in Jingguo, and it was not a small one. It was probably time to change the dynasty again.
This is the reincarnation of the feudal dynasty.
Every few hundred years, when the land limit cannot support the population, a war is needed to resolve the conflict.
When the old man heard this, he couldn't help but proudly touched his sparse beard and said:
"That's right, our Xiama Village is also famous among the ten miles and eight townships. Other villages have to perform military service and have to be tortured by those who are officials, but we don't.
Because there is a big shot in our village, they don't dare to mess around.
So our village is extremely peaceful.
I think this little brother is also a gangster, but have you ever heard of the Qinglong Gang?"
Fang Chang shook his head and said, "Please forgive me for being ignorant."
The old man frowned secretly, did he make a mistake?
The young man in front of me has a silver pewter spearhead, which looks good but is useless. Otherwise, he has never even heard of the name of the Qinglong Gang.
But he didn't show anything strange.
Maybe this young man really came from a far away place, and it's normal not to know.
So he explained: "The Qinglong Gang is very powerful. Not to mention Sanyin County, it is famous in the entire Ningling County.
There are three thousand members in the gang and one hundred thousand disciples. Even the county governor has to be polite to their gang leader. Every year during the Chinese New Year, they even send someone to give gifts to the gang leader.
People with big cars and small cars make me look envious."
The old man smacked his lips and said with a smile:
"Brother, do you know who the leader of the Qinglong Gang is?"
Fang Chang was also happy to be a compliment.
"Please let me know, my father-in-law."
The old man said: "Their gang leader's name is Lin Zhen, and his nickname is Qinglong with Two Sleeves. He has been invincible for sixty years. I heard that it is difficult to find an opponent in the entire Jingguo.
And he was born in our Xiama Village.
Gang leader Lin and I are friends who wear crotchless pants."
Fang Chang: "..."
The little kids back then were already considered invincible.
Then the old man in front of me...
Fang Chang actually saw a vague sense of familiarity. Could it be that he was the follower with two strings of runny nose all year round - Erdan?
"hiss……"
Fang Chang took a breath and asked:
"My father-in-law actually knows such a high-ranking person. So my relationship with Gang Leader Lin must be very good?"
The old man waved his hands, deliberately pretending not to care.
"That is, besides me, who else can call Gang Leader Lin Brother Gou and know his nickname?"
That's right, it's you, Erdan.
No wonder he is doing so poorly now and can only brag with a bunch of brats.
Just by saying "Gou Ge", it's a good thing that Lin Zhen doesn't care, otherwise your life would be nowhere to be found.
Fang Chang cursed secretly, but his heart suddenly moved.
He didn't know how he would take the road to becoming a mortal, so he might as well stay here and make plans later.
At this moment, the child named Shitou walked over carefully carrying a gray-white porcelain bowl.
When the old man saw it, he couldn't help laughing and scolding:
"Stone, you are really a rock. I asked you to bring a bowl of water, and you really brought a full bowl. Why don't you have a little less?"
But it was the child named Shitou who was carrying a bowl of water that overflowed to the edge of the bowl. He was afraid of spilling it, so he walked very carefully.
When Fang Chang saw it, he also smiled.
"This son has a pure heart and is destined to be with me. Father, can this son have a teacher?"
He just didn't know what reason to stay, and this was simply the reason that came to his door.
The old man was stunned: "You want to accept stones as your apprentice?"
Fang Chang said: "Are there any taboos?"
The old man shook his head and said: "That's not true, it's just that all the children in our village who are promising have joined the branch of the Qinglong Gang.
If you want to accept Shi Shi as your apprentice, his family may not agree."
The implication is that one cannot look down on the superiority.
The Qinglong Gang is a big gang founded by people from the same village.
Who doesn’t know that the people from Xiama Village become a dog when they join the Qinglong Gang? They are also dogs from the Qinglong Gang, and other dogs do not dare to bully them.
Fang Chang said: "It doesn't matter, as long as Shitou agrees."
"Stone, come here."
Fang Chang waved the stone over, then used his hand as an eagle's claw to insert the stone next to it, and he saw three large holes appearing.
"Are you willing to become your teacher?"
"hiss!"
The old man took a breath and stared: "Good work, little brother!"
As a place of extraordinary spirituality, the phantom of light skills, the release of internal skills and the opening of monuments through hard skills are almost the limit of ordinary people.
Fang Chang's skills are already top-notch in the world.
The old man is also knowledgeable and knows that Fang Chang can get a place in the Qinglong Gang just by relying on his skill of inserting bluestones.
"Shitou, why don't you hurry up and become your disciple!"
The old man knew that this usually dull boy had an opportunity and hurried to seize it.
Shitou looked confused and knelt down to worship under the old man's half-pressure.
"Master."
Shitou is only five or six years old, and his voice is soft.
Fang Chang accepted his apprentice and took out a small gold leaf from his arms.
Even if he becomes a mortal, he will not treat himself badly. He has already carried dozens of taels of gold on his body for daily expenses.
"Old man, I have traveled thousands of miles, and today I don't know why I stopped in this village on a whim. It turns out that I have a destiny with my little disciple.
I have troubled my husband to find a humble house in the village for me. I want to live here for a few years and teach my apprentices."
"This this……"
The old man saw the gold and felt a little short of breath.
Although he calls Gang Leader Lin Brother Gou, his family is not a wealthy family. This golden leaf is enough to make more than a year's income for his family.
But he still suppressed his greed.
"It's a blessing for Shitou to have this little brother as his teacher. Logically speaking, if the little brother teaches him kung fu, his parents should be responsible for your food and accommodation, and you have to give him some training.
But Shi Tou has a hard life. His father has been gone since he was young, and he only has one mother. She still needs neighbors to take care of her, but Shu Xiu may not be able to afford it.
Let's do this. I have an old house in the village. If I don't mind it, I can stay there temporarily."
Fang Chang shook his head, pushed the gold leaf to the old man and said:
"Just treat it as rent for me. I really like this little apprentice. I give you this money. I also hope that you can take more care of me and my little apprentice in the future.
After all, I see that you, my father-in-law, are highly respected in this village and your words must be listened to by many people."
The old man declined again and again, and finally reluctantly put away the gold leaf. Hearing Fang Chang's flattery, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
"That's natural. I have lived for more than eighty years. I can't say that I am the oldest in Xiama Village, but the people taller than me are not more than a slap in the face.
Brother, feel free to stay here, I will smash the mouth of anyone who dares to gossip."
Fang Chang held his hands in thanks and said, "Thank you very much, husband."
Stone on the side looked at the envious eyes of his companions, and couldn't help but take a careful glance at Fang Chang, who looked like a god. He was inexplicably more longing for the future.
