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Nineteen-five Divine Art, Pure Yuan Zhen Qi Art!

"Well...my master is a reclusive senior. In fact, I don't know his identity very well."

Fang Ce shook his head.

"Reclusive senior?"

Yang Qique was surprised: "There are only a handful of people in the world who can teach such a person as Fang Tianshi, and they live in seclusion without knowing their names? Could it be..."

He couldn't help but his eyes twinkled.

Fang Ce did not continue to pay attention to Yang Qique and allowed him to guess. Anyway, he was just talking nonsense. Whatever this guy can guess is what he can guess...

After the two wandered for a while.

"Master Fang, Mo City is basically limited to these main places. There is no need to pay special attention to the other remote corners, small streets and alleys. I have been in Mo City for many years, and I have not said that every location and every household has it.

It’s very clear. There are mainly a few strategic points that need to be kept in mind.”

Yang Qique opened his mouth.

"I got it."

Fang Ce smiled and nodded. This Mo City is not small. If we really want to visit every place, it will take us who knows how many days.

"Then... I wonder if Master Fang Tianshi has any other needs?"

Yang Qique asked respectfully.

"That's not the case. I plan to take a walk by myself and get to know the local customs. My little brother can go back to perform his duties first, and there is no need to stay with me all the time."

Fang Ce responded with a smile.

"Uh... No, there are not many positions as a general. If Master Fang needs it, just give him an order."

"Well, no need. I can't think of anything else to do at the moment, so I just want to take a walk in Mo City. Little brother, please come back."

Fang Ce smiled and clasped his fists.

"Well... okay, I'll resign then."

Yang Qique nodded, then bowed and left. Since Fang Ce said this, he obviously wanted to be alone, so he didn't have much to say.

After Yang Qique leaves.

It was convenient to move around at will and wander around the streets and alleys at will.

Gradually, he came to a tavern and sat down casually.

"This Taoist priest, what do you want to drink? You are quite unfamiliar. Judging from your appearance, you are from outside, right?"

The waiter greeted me respectfully.

"Let's have some drinks and snacks."

Fang Ce responded with a smile.

"Okay, I'll come right away."

The waiter nodded quickly in agreement.

After a while, the waiter brought several plates of nuts and a bottle of wine.

"Taoist Priest, are these available? Is there anything else you need?"

"That's enough, it's time to work."

Fang Ce smiled and waved.

"The younger one will leave first."

The waiter nodded and walked away.

Fang Ce filled a glass of wine at will and began to taste it.

He came here because usually the drinkers in the tavern gossiped the most. After all, they drank to relieve their worries, and they would gossip about everything.

"Oh, I don't know when it will end."

A soft sigh sounded.

But it came from a man at the table next to him.

"Yes, the war situation is getting more and more tense. It is said that in the battle half a month ago, tens of thousands of troops were lost before those monsters retreated. The casualties were really heavy. If we continue like this, I am afraid that we will not be able to defend it for long.

"

At the table next to me, another big man took a big sip.

When Fang Ce heard this, he couldn't help but pay attention. He had always heard that the situation in this department was tense, but he didn't know how tense it was. From what he heard, it seemed that it was indeed very serious. Tens of thousands of troops were lost in the first battle...

I don’t know if the two drinkers were just talking nonsense or if it was true. After all, most people like to exaggerate, especially when drinking...

However, it is certain that the situation here is indeed serious.

"Hmph! Loss of 10,000 troops? After these months of fighting, the estimated number of troops lost is not 50,000 or 60,000, but 30,000 or 40,000! This Mo City is only defended by a hundred thousand troops! If we do this a few more times, we will definitely be unable to defend it.

Living."

The man snorted coldly before.

"Indeed, I heard that there are bloodstains all over the walls of the North City. It's really tragic. I originally wanted to join the war, but I am not strong enough and others look down on me."

The big man took a sip of wine helplessly.

"Hmph, I can't even go to the battlefield. With your little ability, why don't you go up there and fill the teeth of those monsters?"

"Okay, okay, don't harm me. Alas, if Heavenly Master Wu Zun had not been harmed by his own people back then, there would have been peace here long ago. How could there be so many things happening now?

What kind of person is the Celestial Master Wu Zun? He is a genius of a generation. He was not defeated by his opponents, but was defeated by his own people. Now it's okay, no one can resist these monsters anymore, it's simply retribution."

"Indeed, the prince back then was not a real person. How can he still be a prince with such a big heart? Bah! He really deserves to die!"

"That's right, it's really harmful to others and yourself. Now Heavenly Master Wu Zun is gone and I don't know where he is."

"Forget it, it's useless to worry about Heavenly Master Wu Zun now. Don't say that Heavenly Master Wu Zun can no longer serve the imperial court. Even if he is willing, the imperial court cannot accommodate him. Who is the Holy Master today?"

"It is also unlucky to encounter such a court. The only ones who suffer are ordinary people like us and the border officers. I don't know what the late emperor thought. Who should pass the throne to?

Isn’t there another true martial god of war, King Fuzun? But he is a figure as famous as Heavenly Master Wu Zun. Isn’t he more powerful than the prince back then? But he passed it on to that one..."

"Hmph, maybe I'm old and confused? Otherwise, how could I not appoint the crown prince to King Fuzun back then?"

The two drinkers chatted while drinking, seemingly without any scruples, but think about it, under normal circumstances, who has time to care about what the ordinary people in remote areas say?

On the other hand, those serving in the imperial court are much more taboo about these things. If they are not careful, they may lose their job or even lose their heads...

Fang Ce couldn't help but fall into deep thought as he listened to the chat between the two drinkers. Looking at it now, everything that happened back then was basically determined to be the fault of the prince. In addition...

He also had to say that King Fu Zun was quite aggrieved. He had no talent and great military exploits, but he had no chance of being crowned emperor. He really didn't know what the late emperor was thinking.

However, sometimes these things cannot be judged by common sense. After all, human nature is always complex. Even if we put aside some traditional concepts of establishing the old rather than the young, sometimes it is just based on personal emotions, no matter how hard you try, you will be excellent.

, and cannot be recognized.

When an elder thinks highly of a junior, no matter how bad he is, he is perfect and irreplaceable in the eyes of the elder. When he doesn't think highly of a junior, no matter how hard you work and how good you are, you can find all kinds of shortcomings...

Gradually dusk comes.

After hearing all kinds of news, big and small, useful and useless, Fang Ce had already come out of the tavern.

He thought for a moment, then headed towards the north city wall, ready to take another look at the environment.

Before, Yang Qique naturally took him through the north city wall. It was not as exaggerated as the big man said, but it was still stained with blood. However, there was indeed a lot of residual blood stains on the outside of the city wall, and the top of the city wall had obviously been cleaned.

A few moments later.

Fang Ce then came to the top of the city.

The soldiers standing guard have all seen Fang Ce, so naturally they will not stop him.

Arriving at the city wall, Fang Ce looked out at the vast cold plains outside. The strong wind blew, and lone birds flew out of the scattered withered grass, creating a desolate scene.

Although it was peaceful now and there was no fighting, looking at it like this, Fang Ce couldn't help but feel a little lonely. He shook his head and walked eastward along the almost invisible city wall. There was nothing going on, so it was just a walk.

Walked out for a moment.

Fang Ce couldn't help but be startled.

In front of me, under the setting sun, I saw a beautiful figure looking at the desolate cold plains outside the city, but it was Yang Xuefei, with a melancholy look on her jade face at this moment.

Fang Ce watched silently, perhaps his previous impression of this girl was indeed biased, due to the circumstances.

Yang Xuefei seemed to have noticed Fang Ce, and looked back. He was slightly startled, said nothing more, and showed no expression, then turned around and left, as cold as the first time he saw him.

Fang Ce shook his head and turned to leave. This ghost place really makes people feel heavy...

Return to your residence.

Someone has already prepared a sumptuous dinner.

After Fang Ce ate at will and took a bath, he returned to his room and thought about the situation in Mo City.

Although we haven't seen the rumored Hunnic army yet, the situation does not look optimistic now. How the situation will develop next cannot be determined in a short time.

In addition, although he has heard a lot of information about Tianshi Wu Zun, there has been no substantial progress. In Jiulu Pavilion, there are archives of information about that year, but it is inconvenient for him to look for the information directly now.

, let’s find a chance to take a look later.

Fang Ce made up his mind, flipped through it, and took out a classic book. On the cover were the words "Pure Yuan Zhen Qi Jue".

"Pure Yuan Zhenqi Jue..."

Fang Zhiyi pondered, and then slowly opened the book. Since he got this magical training book, he could read it at will. Anyway, he couldn't fully comprehend the two Taoist scriptures in a short time.

After reading for a while, Fang Ce gradually entered a state of understanding.

The practice of this magical skill is completely different from the magic method. The magic method focuses on the understanding of the laws of heaven and earth. Once you have a sudden enlightenment, you can easily mobilize the power of heaven and earth and perform powerful magic. What is more important is the induction of the power of heaven and earth.

.

Magical skills, on the other hand, focus on the development of the body. They focus on coming from within and have strict requirements on the physical foundation. Therefore, when the cultivation level is insufficient, it is generally difficult to compare with magic, even for the lowest class.

Spells.

However, as your body continues to be tempered, as long as your cultivation level rises, you can gradually approach the power of the spell, and even far surpass the power of the spell! Of course, the higher the level of the spell, the more difficult it is to get close to it.

The requirements are becoming more stringent.

A few moments later.

"I see……"

Fang Ce slowly closed the book. He raised his hands and looked at it. Then he closed his eyes and felt the power of his limbs to activate them.

There was a light drink!

A huge aura suddenly erupted from Fang Ce!

Boom!!

Wow wow wow!!

The entire room was destroyed instantly!

Sawdust and broken tiles flew everywhere!

"What happened!?"

"It's over there!! It seems to be coming from the direction of Master Fang!"

"There's an assassin!!?"

Waves of commotion and shouting sounded one after another.

"Well……"

Fang Ce couldn't help but be astonished, and at the same time, he was even more surprised. The power of this magical power, Pure Yuan Zhenqi Jue, was really not simple! He just tried to see if he had mastered it, but he didn't expect the result to really catch him off guard!

He can be sure that with his more than 2,300 years of Taoism and his own evil energy, the power he can exert is actually stronger than the sky thunder technique!!

In other words, he is now able to compete with Taoist priests of the same Taoist profession who master the Sky Thunder Technique just by relying on this widely circulated entry-level magic skill!

Of course, there is a premise for this, that is, the other party does not have a vajra body.

Because this extensive magical skill cannot break the Vajra body, the disadvantages are quite obvious, but...

If he masters other magical skills, such as the thunderous giant palm used by the General Director of Feng Shui in Hecheng before, or even Miss Yang's peerless magical skill, Tianyan Ice Palm...

Fang Ce's eyes couldn't help but flicker, this is also a way to improve his strength...

After all, with his more than 2,000 years of Taoism and the fact that he still has the evil energy of the three realms in his body, it can be said that he is fully equipped to exert the power of magical power.

Even if you don't want to be able to master magical skills that are completely comparable to the Heavenly Thunder Technique, it is still good to master a few more applicable ones as trump cards.

"Master Fang Tian!? May I ask where you are..."

A famous soldier has arrived.

"Oh... I'm sorry, I just practiced the technique and accidentally used too much force... I disturbed everyone."

Fang Ce stood up and clasped his fists helplessly.

"This...I see, Master Fang is being polite. I thought something had happened. It's fine. I'll arrange another place for Master Fang to rest immediately!"

The leading soldier quickly responded with cupped fists.

"Well, I'm done."

Fang Ce smiled and nodded.

After a while, Fang Ce had arrived in another room.

After closing the door.

Fang Ce immediately crossed his legs and continued to comprehend the Pure Origin True Qi Technique, because he dared to master this magical skill, but it was not yet complete, at least he was not very proficient in using it at the moment, and he couldn't use it with ease.

Naturally, this basic magical skill cannot be used to deal with dragons and other powerful martial arts, but it can be used to deal with ordinary Taoist priests.

After all, there are not many Taoist priests who have cultivated the body of Vajra. Martial arts cultivators are different from monsters. Basically every martial cultivator can cultivate the body of Vajra. Relatively speaking, there are more monsters who have cultivated the body of Vajra than Taoists.

Quite a few.

The next morning, after Fang Ce had breakfast.

Knock, knock, knock.

There was a slight knock on the door.

"May I ask if Master Fang is here..."

A slightly weird and cold voice sounded, but it was Yang Xuefei's voice.

Huh? Is it Miss Yang again? What’s the reason for looking for her this time?

Fang Ce was stunned. Logically speaking, Miss Yang should already dislike him...

With doubts in mind, Fang Ce came to the door, opened the door, and immediately saw the cold girl.

"Master Fang Tian, ​​please come with me to the meeting hall, as father has invited me."

Yang Xuefei spoke respectfully in a cold tone.

"Oh, it's Commander Yang who wants to see me. I don't know why? Miss Yang."

Fang Ce was confused. He didn't care about Miss Yang's tone and attitude now. After all, it could be seen that Miss Yang had such a cold temper. It was obviously impossible for her to be as flattering as others.

"Back to Heavenly Master, my father will introduce you to some of the current guards and real people in Mo City."

Yang Xuefei responded calmly.

"Oh...so that's what happened, thank you for your work, Miss Yang."

Fang Ce smiled.

Yang Xuefei was slightly startled, glanced at Fang Ce's expression, nodded and turned around to lead the way.

Fang Ce shook his head, smiled, and stepped to follow.


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