The old monks originally had a very vague concept of time.
Thirty thousand years in Hanshan Temple is just a rough estimate.
But since Fang Ling came to them, the days have become clearer day by day.
In the length of time of 30,000 years, eighteen years could have been ignored.
But for them, the past eighteen years have been more real than any other time.
At this moment, five people were cooking tea and discussing Taoism on the stone table in front of the palace.
Suddenly, a good smell rose into the sky from the direction of the back mountain.
"We have broken through the Tianji realm and reached the Tianquan realm!" The old monk stroked his long eyebrows and smiled slightly.
"At the age of eighteen, without any cultivation resources, I reached this state by relying solely on my own talent..."
The flower thief crossed his legs and clicked his tongue: "I think back when I was the prince of the country of Li, endless resources were given to me, but at the age of eighteen, I was only in the middle stage of the Tianxuan realm."
"The seven realms of martial arts are Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Kaiyang, and Yaoguang." Zhao Manzi murmured.
"If you want to break through the martial arts and enter the immortal way, you need to reach the Yaoguang realm before you are a thousand years old."
"With Xiao Fang Ling's current momentum, he will definitely be able to reach the realm of Yaoguang before he is a hundred years old. This talent is really terrifying!"
"The pain of gouging out the heart, eyes and bones was not in vain. With the blessing of the Demon Ancestor's Heart, the Chaos Holy Body has evolved to an extremely terrifying level."
"Although he is safe in Hanshan Temple, except for some of Fatty's poisonous insects, he does not have any training resources." Sword Demon also said.
"They say you should light up the seven stars as early as possible. I think it's time to let this little guy go down the mountain and start his own business."
"When he was five years old, the blood sword was already condensed."
"My strongest three sword moves over the years."
"He has learned how to slay dragons, ask questions about the sky, and suppress prisons. As long as he doesn't encounter those old monsters outside, he can protect himself."
"Manzi, how is his practice of Taotie Divine Skill?"
"It will be easier to practice the Blood Sword and the Taotie Magic Skill at the same time."
Zhao Manzi: "This little guy has completed the inner method three years ago, and his stomach is like glutton."
"But he seems to have made some innovations, but it's still successful."
"From now on, you can refine your sword with blood and your body with flesh. If you kill one person and practice both techniques, you will get twice the result with half the effort."
"Master, what do you think?" He then looked at the white-browed old monk who was resting with his eyes closed.
The old monk slowly opened his eyes and said: "Amitabha!"
"The little one has grown his wings, it's time to spread his wings and fly."
"You shouldn't be trapped in this little Hanshan Temple with a bunch of old immortals like us."
"Buddhism's top magical power, the swastika mantra, he has clearly understood."
"He can freely control the Golden Soul Curse that Lao Na cast on his sea of consciousness back then, so that his soul is safe."
"At the age of three, he was already able to walk like a flower thief. Even if he encounters danger, he can avoid it."
"There's nothing to worry about."
"Master's words are quite clear. This boy's walking skills have reached the second level. As long as he doesn't provoke those old monsters, he can dominate the world." The flower thief laughed, feeling extremely proud.
"I also gave him some tips on stealing sex, so I'm not afraid that this kid will be tricked by women in the future, hehe!"
"We agreed at the beginning not to teach this kind of unworthy thing, but it's a good idea for you!" the sword demon snorted, quite disdainfully.
"Why can't I get on the stage? I don't know how many people coveted my hands back then!" The flower thief suddenly became anxious.
"Sooner or later, little Fang Ling will learn this skill and it will come in handy!"
"Aren't your demonic skills of killing and eating people still unable to be brought to the forefront?"
"Okay, stop arguing, Xiao Fang Ling is here." The big fat man said, and the fat on his face trembled as he spoke.
"We are all masters. Don't embarrass yourself in front of your disciples."
Fang Ling could hear their bickering from afar, but he had already gotten used to it.
Eighteen years have passed and he has grown up.
Who would have thought that that poor crippled baby would grow up to look like such a handsome young man now.
When Fang Ling grew up, he was full of heroic spirit and had an unfathomable sense of mystery about him.
The bloody eyes that grew back then have now returned to normal eyes.
Only when the blood eye shows its power will it show its true appearance.
"Several masters back then once said that when the disciple's realm reaches the realm of heavenly authority, he can go down the mountain."
"I wonder if the agreement we made back then still counts?" Fang Ling walked to the stone table and asked.
The old monk nodded slightly: "Of course, with your current level and ability, you are enough to go down the mountain and make a living."
"We have told you a lot about the world under the mountain."
"But we have been isolated from the world for tens of thousands of years in this ruined temple, so some things may be different from what we are told."
Flower Thief: "The women at the bottom of the mountain are all tigers. Xiao Fang Ling, you must stay away from women when you see them."
"Especially beautiful women. The more beautiful they are, the more you should stay away from them. Most of them are not good things."
Zhao Manzi and others did not expect that the world's number one flower picker would actually say such a thing, so they all looked at him in surprise.
"Why are you looking at me? Am I right?" Hua Thief shrugged, expressing his speechlessness.
Fang Ling: "Don't worry, Master Hua. If I see a woman, I will kill her with one strike and I will never say another word!"
"That's up to me." The sword demon showed a smile of relief, "Ling'er, you must remember that there is no woman in your heart, so draw your sword to be the god of nature!"
Zhao Manzi looked at Fang Ling with some worry and said: "Although you have little cultivation now, in the vast world of cultivation, there are many people who are better than you."
"Be careful when doing things outside and don't be too domineering."
"We are trapped in Hanshan. If something happens, no one can help you. You can only rely on yourself."
"Master knows that you really want to take revenge on the people who cut out your heart, gouged out your eyes, picked out your bones, and killed your entire family."
"But don't rush everything. As long as you slowly become stronger, you will be able to take revenge sooner or later!"
"Master Manzi, don't worry. Don't use the hidden dragon. Hidden the front and guard the clumsy. I have learned this well." Fang Ling replied.
Finally, he looked at the fat master who was like a mountain of meat, wanting to hear what he wanted to say.
But the fat master is usually taciturn and seems to have nothing to say.
After waiting for a long time, I only heard him hold back this sentence: "When you go outside, you must eat on time."
"Got it!" Fang Ling nodded, then took a few steps back.
He bowed deeply to these five masters who raised him up and taught him his skills.
"I have been gone for many years and I don't know when I will return."
"My disciple must practice diligently and practice his magical powers."
"One day, I will break through this great formation of annihilation in all directions and free the five masters!"
Although he knew that his five masters were all evil men with heinous sins.
Anyone in this world can despise and hate them, but they are the only ones who should be filial to them.
"Go!" The old monk smiled kindly and waved to him.
Fang Ling turned around and walked straight towards the gate of Hanshan Temple.
The moment I opened the door, the wind swayed and the flowers fell.
A gust of peach blossom wind blows in front of you, blowing into this peaceful ancient temple in the mountains...
Back then, he came with peach blossoms. Now, with a few petals falling from his hair and shoulders, he also left with peach blossoms.