The shabby Taoist temple in the past was cleaned up by Fang Qiuliang.

A row of fences erected outside the Taoist temple. Although no one came to the Taoist temple to burn incense, Gu Yusheng could see from Fang Qiuliang's face as he was eating chicken, that he was very satisfied with living in this Taoist temple.

Gu Yusheng didn't eat the chicken cooked in the earthen jar.

For him, Fang Qiuliang could steal chickens from the town. Although he couldn't stop him, he wouldn't stretch out his chopsticks to pick them up and eat them.

Fang Qiuliang didn't care either.

He seemed really hungry. Not only did he eat up all the chicken in a large pot of chicken, but even the ones he bought from Gu Yusheng were dealt with by Fang Qiuliang.

Looking at Gu Yusheng's shocked expression.

Fang Qiuliang patted his stomach with satisfaction and said, "This is what I deserve, as the filial piety of the villagers."

Gu Yusheng didn't understand, but he didn't ask.

He knows.

Grandma Sun is a hidden master.

Then this old man who teaches people to read must be. In his memory, this is his father's enlightenment teacher.

Gu Yusheng looked up at the tiled roof of the Taoist temple and said strangely: "Mr. Fang, I thought it would be very cold this winter, but since the Taoist temple had a top, the snow at the foot of Qingping Mountain has stopped. Do you think it's strange? Senior Fang, will the gods in this world really protect the people?"

Fang Qiuliang put down his chopsticks and wine glass, thought about it seriously, and asked back, "Then what do you think is a god?"

"I have no idea."

Gu Yusheng shook his head.

This topic is as illusory as the sky, and Gu Yusheng doesn't want to talk about these unrealistic things.

He did not forget the purpose of this trip, so he stood up and bowed, and asked: "Senior Fang, I have been practicing hard for two months and have achieved some success. I have recently shown signs of breakthroughs. However, at dawn, I felt palpitations. I wonder if it was a mistake in my practice?"

Fang Qiuliang also sorted out his clothes and said, "Does the Taiqing Lingyin Art of Qingyun Sect persist in practicing?"

"Senior, I broke my sword for more than a year when I was practicing, and I have been persisting every day in the past month."

Gu Yusheng originally wanted to talk about the breaking of the soul bridge, but when he said that, he swallowed it back.

He did not believe in Fang Qiuliang.

But this matter has always been a secret in his heart.

"Um."

Fang Qiuliang pondered for a moment and pointed to the cushion in front of the stone table.

"You sit cross-legged and exercise your skills, I'll take a look."

Gu Yusheng came to the stone statue, sat on the cushion, holding his breath and concentrating.

Practice the Taiqing Linggui from scratch.

This is the introductory technique of Qingyun Sect. Most Qingyun Sect disciples no longer practiced after condensing the original fetus. Gu Yusheng also abandoned this technique at the beginning.

However, recently he picked up this technique and practiced it, so that after the heaven and earth vital energy and spiritual energy entered the body, he could purify the spiritual energy very quickly.

This made Gu Yusheng feel strange.

This technique doesn't seem that simple.

With the activation of Taiqing Lingyin's martial arts, Gu Yusheng gradually entered a state of selflessness. The spiritual energy and vital energy in the world gathered in the Taoist temple and gathered into his meridians.

After running a small circle.

Gu Yusheng was surprised to find that when he was practicing the exercises today, the speed of the spiritual energy and vital energy entering the body in the world was much smoother than before.

At first he thought that there was a base of the Qingyunmen Mountain Protection Array under the stone statue of the Taoist temple, so that the spiritual energy and vital energy near the Taoist temple were purer and more intense. But after he ran another Great Circle, he found that the vital energy between heaven and earth was hidden with different energy.

Debut different colors.

Five Elements Vitality?

Gu Yusheng looked surprised.

This has not happened in the past.

Is it because the six consciousnesses become more sensitive after the soul is condensed?

Gu Yusheng felt the gradually filling the spiritual energy in his dantian. He did not stop, but transported the spiritual energy contained in his body to the open hidden hole. Gradually, the sound of a dragon roar appeared in his body.

And that's when.

Gu Yusheng felt a breeze blowing.

He interrupted his cultivation all at once.

Gu Yusheng opened his eyes and looked up.

What I saw was Fang Qiuliang's serious expression that he had never seen before.

"senior?"

Gu Yusheng stood up, he was a little nervous. Has there really been a mistake in his practice?

Fang Qiuliang raised his hand and signaled that Gu Yusheng would not be obsessed with etiquette.

Fang Qiuliang twisted his beard and said, "You have laid a solid foundation. The dantian formed by the Yuanfei is several times or even dozens of times larger than the heaven and earth Yuan spirits that ordinary people can accommodate. This is a benefit, but it is also a disadvantage. This means that your path to cultivation will take more time to improve your realm than others.

It’s also a blessing that when you first practiced, you practiced the ancient technique of Taiqing Lingyin, which actually has a part of the technique.”

Gu Yusheng was slightly stunned.

"Senior, why haven't I heard from the elder of Qingyun Sect's teachings?"

"It's normal for you not to know that Qingyun Sect was at its peak and had also entered a first-class sect. Later, it gradually lost contact with the holy land, and many of its martial arts were lost."

Fang Qiuliang walked to the bookshelf inside the Taoist temple, took out a book from it, and threw it to Gu Yusheng casually.

"The back part is just right for you to practice,"

Gu Yusheng curiously opened the book in his hand. The first part was indeed Taiqing Lingyin, but there were some different things. The more you went to the back, there were more and more differences.

"Senior, what's in it..."

"The inheritance of martial arts among sects will always appear in the passage of time. This is not important. What is important is that you have to understand your own things."

Fang Qiuliang's eyes fell on Gu Yusheng.

"Don't care about the level of practice for a while. Rivers gather into seas and soil accumulates into mountains. It is not a matter of success every day. You must have a spirit of upwardness and endure loneliness at a young age."

"Thank you for your teachings at the senior."

Gu Yusheng bowed to Fang Qiuliang with his fists.

Fang Qiuliang accepted it calmly.

Wait until Gu Yusheng gradually goes away.

Fang Qiuliang, who was standing at the door, had his expression gradually became solemn and complicated.

After a long time, he sighed softly: "Gu Bai, Gu Bai... You have even cheated me. Since you have made arrangements, I can't accept him as a disciple."

Fang Qiuliang took three incense sticks and lit them in front of the stone statue.

His figure was bleak and seemed a little down.

It was at this moment.

On the road ahead, the old stonemason carried a stone statue on his back, and his steps were heavy, as if every step was like a mountain.

Boom!

Shikang, who was moving forward, felt his back suddenly sinking.

The stone statue on his back fell to the ground.

He plunged into the soil steadily.

Shi Cang wiped the sweat from his forehead and wanted to continue placing the stone on his back.

But a figure appeared in front of him.

Shikang raised his head.

I saw Fang Qiuliang, an old scholar with a messy hair, staring at him with a beard and staring at him.

Ishikang said with dissatisfaction: "Old scholar, it's broad daylight, what are you going to do?"

"It's like you're not happy!"

The old scholar suddenly raised his hand and punched Shi Cang.

There was a dull bang.

The old stonemason staggered, took a few steps back, and hit the stone statue with his back. The stone statue was at first motionless, and then blew by the wind, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a ball of gray dust and drifted in the air.

The old stonemason reached out to grab it desperately, trying to hold the dust flying in the air, but he never grabbed half of the grain of sand.

Suddenly.

The old stonemason was also angry.
To be continued...