Starting from the martial arts world, Gan became a true master of martial arts.

Chapter 574: Enlightenment Cave
Cranes were crying, the night was dark, and the crescent moon hung high among the mountains.

Fang Xuan was a little surprised. Although Gu Chang had a dull personality, Fang Xuan had already seen that he possessed a very high talent for cultivation when they went down the mountain together to fight demons.

Moreover, the other party's stable character makes him suitable to be the head of a college.

What happened to Linda? Did she make Zhao Yuming angry?
But even though he had done those ridiculous things at the time, Zhao Yuming didn't take them to heart.

Confused, Fang Xuan turned his gaze to Zhao Zhuzhu.

The girl smiled a little awkwardly and said softly, "Senior Brother Linda is already a father."

Fang Xuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Senior Brother Lin loves Senior Sister Ziyue very much. Now that he has achieved his goal, it can be considered a happy event!"

"What a happy event." Zhao Yuming was furious when he mentioned Linda.

"I, Zhao Yuming, actually taught such a disciple. I am so ashamed of myself!"

The anger on Zhao Yuming's face did not seem fake. Zhao Zhuzhu came close to Fang Xuan and whispered in his ear:
"Senior Brother Lin is indeed with Senior Sister Ziyue, but the child is not Senior Brother Lin's."

Click!

Fang Xuan felt as if he was struck by lightning. Such an explosive thing could actually happen next to him.

But then I thought that Lin Da once regarded the sugarcane residue that Zi Yue had eaten as a treasure. Such an infatuated person is quite consistent with the personality of Senior Brother Lin Da.

"cough"

Fang Xuan didn't want to continue talking about Lin Da's topic, so he looked at Zhao Yuming, felt the weak Qi flow in his body, and asked: "Dean, your Dan Qi Sea."

Zhao Yuming forced a laugh, waved his hand, and said, "I'm not as skilled as you, so why not mention it? Come on, come on, drink some wine!"

The old man picked up the wine jug, gestured to Lingxi, Shen Hanwen and Chang Botao, then tilted his head back and took a big gulp.

Hearing this, Fang Xuan turned his gaze to Zhao Zhuzhu.

Zhao Zhuzhu hesitated for a moment, then looked at Zhao Yuming's face again. Seeing that his face was red and he was already drunk, she sighed:
"Back then, the Bi Hai Yun Sect opened a branch in Haizhou, with my father as the leader. But later, the barbarians moved south. Although the barbarian army did not enter Haizhou, there were still barbarian warriors who wreaked havoc in Haizhou."

"My father led my sect's disciples to fight back, but in an attempt to save me, he was unfortunately ambushed by five warriors at the fifth level of the Heavenly Gate, and his Dantian Qi Sea was destroyed. Now, he can only stop at the fifth level of the Heavenly Gate."

At this point, Zhao Zhuzhu's eyes were filled with tears, like the high moon hidden in the flowing clouds, and two lines of tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Why are you crying!" Zhao Yuming shouted at Zhao Zhuzhu, and then sighed softly, "I, Zhao Yuming, have been practicing martial arts for more than a hundred years. Although I am the head of the Bihaiyun Sect, I was once notorious."

"Now I am able to fight five fifth-level warriors. Even though my path to martial arts is cut off, I will never forget the admiring looks those disciples gave me at that time."

"I am already satisfied with this. From now on, I can drink and paint. Isn't it fun?"

Fang Xuan's heart was touched.

After all, Zhao Yuming's cultivation was wasted for the sake of the Dragon Whale Army and for himself.

Thinking back to the time when I was just kidding, Zhao Yuming was in danger of his life and death, but he still wanted to pick a magical herb for me. What a friendship.
"This Tianxuan plant is not a precious immortal treasure, but it has a miraculous effect in nourishing the Dantian Qi Sea. I see that Dean Zhao likes to drink, and this plant is compatible with him. If we use this plant to make wine, the Dantian Qi Sea can be reshaped in half a year."

Shen Hanwen bent his fingers, and a brocade box flew out from his waist, pulled by the energy and sent to Zhao Yuming.

Zhao Yuming was a little sad, and shook his head to refuse, "I am a useless person, wouldn't it be a waste of such a treasure?"

Zhao Yuming understood that this thing, which could reshape the Dantian Qi Sea, was not the ordinary thing that the black-robed man said.

Fang Xuan was about to persuade him when he heard Shen Hanwen say, "This stuff can make wine stronger and more mellow. Dean Zhao really wants to miss out on this great wine?"

Zhao Yuming paused for a moment before he smiled and said, "Thank you very much, fellow Taoist. I wonder who this fellow Taoist is..."

Shen Hanwen bowed his hands and said, "I am Shen Hanwen. Dean Zhao's chivalry makes us ashamed."

Shen Hanwen spoke sincerely, and Zhao Yuming was also able to talk freely even when he was drunk.

An hour later, Zhao Yuming could no longer hold on to his drunkenness and fell into a deep sleep. Zhao Zhuzhu brought a long robe and put it on him. Soon, snoring sounds were heard in the hall.

"Senior Brother Fang, several seniors, I will take you to the house to rest." Since Fang Xuan came to the Ninth Courtyard, he naturally had to stay there.

After Zhao Zhuzhu arranged accommodation for Lingxi and the other two, she took Fang Xuan to a house in the inner courtyard.

The furnishings were exactly the same as when Fang Xuan first came to the Bi Hai Yun Sect, and the whole room was clean and tidy without a speck of dust.

Zhao Zhuzhu smiled and said, "Brother Fang, after you left, my father ordered me to clean this room every day. Even though the Ninth Courtyard became lively because of you, my father never let other disciples live in this room."

Fang Xuan had many feelings in his heart. Since he entered the martial arts world, apart from being with Fang Li and Fang Lan, it was only in the Ninth Courtyard that he could experience the warmth of home.

"Master, he has a heart."

This time, Fang Xuan did not call him the head of the dean, but called him "Master" from the bottom of his heart.

In fact, in Fang Xuan's heart, the fact that Zhao Yuming risked his life to snatch the God Cleansing Grass from the ruins made him accept this usually sloppy master in his heart.

As the moon rises, the night becomes darker and darker.

The entire Ninth Courtyard was silent.

Zhao Zhuzhu and Fang Xuan sat across the table.

Fang Xuan looked calm, looking through the paper-covered window at the mountains under the moonlight, his heart still looking towards Zhongzhou. Zhao Zhuzhu supported her chin with both hands, staring at Fang Xuan with her bright eyes blinking, and after a long time, she suddenly asked: "Brother Fang, those three seniors should be very strong, right?"

Her cultivation level was only at the fourth level, and as Lingxi, Shen Hanwen and the other two did not actively release their Qi, they were no different from ordinary people in her eyes.

But from the behavior of Lingxi and the other two, the girl also realized that they were different from ordinary warriors.

Fang Xuan did not hide it, nodded, and said calmly: "They are all ninth-grade martial masters."

"Ninth-rank martial master. Ninth-rank martial master should be very strong, right? How much stronger than a martial artist at the fifth level?"

For her, who has average qualifications, the strongest warriors she can come into contact with are those at the fifth level.

Therefore, Zhao Zhuzhu did not have a clear concept of the Ninth Rank Martial Master.

Fang Xuan thought for a moment and explained, "The fifth level of the heavenly gate opens up the acupoints, and breaking through the gate leads to becoming a martial master. There are nine levels of martial masters, and above the ninth level is the divine journey."

"Their strength is only one level lower than that of the barbarian witch god."

Fang Xuan said it easily, but at this moment the girl's mouth opened unconsciously.

It was obvious that he was deeply shocked!

When Diwu Qingyue fought against the barbarian witch god in the East China Sea, although many disciples of the Bihaiyun Sect were unable to see it with their own eyes, Zhao Zhuzhu still remembered the terrible vibrations that came from the sea.

That day, it seemed as if the sky was falling!
In just one day.

The news of Fang Xuan's return from the Ninth Academy spread throughout the entire Bihaiyun Sect. It also gave the Bihaiyun Sect, which had been silent and depressed since the sect closed its doors, a new lease of life.

Since Fang Xuan did not deliberately conceal his whereabouts in the East China Sea, the news quickly spread throughout the three states in the Northern Territory, shocking the barbarians, and countless eyes were cast towards the Bi Hai Yun Sect.

This also includes the barbarian witch god.

But the entire Bi Hai Yun Sect was excited, and everyone tacitly agreed not to disturb Fang Xuan. The entire Ninth Court was just immersed in potential joy.

In an ancient cave under the mountains, there is an elegant bamboo house, which is the ancient cave of enlightenment, one of the thirteen blessed places of the Bihaiyun Sect.

Fang Xuan was sitting under the eaves of the bamboo house. In front of him stood a tall and slender woman.

Three thousand strands of black hair fell to her waist like a waterfall. The woman still stood with her hands behind her back, and countless divine patterns were flowing under her feet all the time.

"In just three years, you have reached the ninth level of martial arts master on the fourth day of the fourth level. It is worth me to take a closer look at you."

Diwu Qingyue's expression was calm, and there was no emotion in his words.
Fang Xuan narrowed his eyes slightly and said self-deprecatingly: "Even if I am a ninth-rank martial arts master, I can't see through the realm of the senior sister now."

Diwu Qingyue turned around slowly, her pair of cold and gloomy black eyes, which were filled with starlight, focused on Fang Xuan, revealing a hint of gentleness.

Then he slowly said, "You must have gained a lot of black crystals since you came out of the blessed land!"

Fang Xuan was stunned for a moment, somewhat surprised that Diwu Qingyue also knew about this thing.

Could it be that she has also been to the blessed land?

Diwu Qingyue said calmly: "It is not difficult to open a void passage. I am not coveting the black crystal. I just want to remind you that although the black crystal can help you quickly improve your realm, it contains a mysterious aura that will affect your character."

Fang Xuan looked a little dazed when he heard this, and asked in confusion: "Masters also know about the evil spirit?"

Diwu Qingyue suddenly sneered and looked at Fang Xuan in surprise, "That's right, Jiuzhou calls that thing the evil spirit. How can some warriors who have lived for less than ten thousand years know the mystery of this thing?"

Then, he seemed to remember something, frowned slightly, and said: "But you can regard it as evil spirit, don't use it too much, and you will know more truths when you reach my level."

"Don't worry, senior. I have a way to refine the evil spirit." Fang Xuan nodded.

This time, there was finally a hint of surprise in Diwu Qingyue's eyes, and she looked at Fang Xuan deeply.

At that glance, Fang Xuan felt that all the secrets in his body were completely presented in Diwu Qingyue's eyes. That terrifying aura was even stronger than the oppressive feeling brought by the Valkyrie in the Martial Temple.

Diwu Qingyue paused for a moment, as if he was thinking about something. After a while, he said seriously, "The flame in your body is very good. When you become a saint, try not to use it if you can."

This was the first time someone saw through the three divine fires in Fang Xuan's body.

Fang Xuan was about to ask what was going on when Diwu Qingyue said calmly, "Don't ask questions that you shouldn't ask. Just do as you are told."

"Yes." Fang Xuan nodded.

In front of a truly strong person, it is best to be sincere and obedient.

They were both silent for a moment, and Fang Xuan asked, "Big Sister, is the witch god of the barbarian tribe powerful?"

He is a strong man in the Divine Wandering Realm and belongs to the barbarian tribe. He will definitely be a strong enemy in the future. Fang Xuan feels that he needs to find out the other party's background first, so that he can have a better chance of winning when he kills the barbarians in the future.

Diwu Qingyue shook her head calmly, "A small witch god is worthy of being called powerful?"

After that, she looked up at the cave entrance and said meaningfully: "If someone didn't want him to die, I would have slapped him to death long ago."

"For thousands of years, no one has dared to challenge my Bi Hai Yun Sect in such a high-profile manner."

(End of this chapter)