The road to Jianghu started from the martial arts hall

Shijue Pass is located in the southern mountains of Shule in Tubo. The peaks and ridges there are steep and more than a thousand feet high.

The rapids are rushing and the scene of dead pines hanging upside down is endless.

Standing on the top of the mountain, overlooking the majestic mountains below, Fang Xun felt his mind open up.

But compared to the beautiful mountains and rivers, Fang Xun is more concerned about the person in front of him.

Ling Donglai appeared before him, dressed in a white shirt, with an ordinary face and ordinary clothes, just like an ordinary young scholar. However, he exuded an elegant aura that made people feel relaxed and happy.

One can vaguely see a kind of desolation in his expression, as if he was discussing the world but found that there was no one with whom he could communicate.

Fang Xun's eyes lit up, and he took action without thinking.

He clenched his five fingers together and threw a fist.

Fang Xun punched with great force, without holding back at all, and a look of surprise flashed across Donglai's face.

This is the expression a person has when he finally encounters something worth being happy about.

boom--

Layers of energy whistled and rolled along with the punch, and the air was distorted into a vacuum by the force of the punch, creating a picture of the void collapsing.

But the next moment, a slender white hand suddenly appeared.

This hand seemed to be able to embrace everything between heaven and earth, including Fang Xun's punch that filled the heaven and earth with strong wind.

In an instant, the air on the top of the mountain became calm again, and the crazy strong wind dissipated completely.

"Supreme Master Ling Donglai, you really never disappoint me!"

Ling Donglai easily took Fang Xun's full-strength punch, but he still showed a happy smile.

"Brother Fang, you want to beat me up, but first of all, please don't hit me in the face!"

Ling Donglai spoke casually and relaxedly, withdrew his arm, and sat down on the ground.

Fang Xun felt that the other party was a wonderful person, so he retracted his fist and had no intention of continuing the fight.

"Haha, I saw the loneliness of wanting to be defeated but not being able to do so in your brother's eyes, so I felt itchy and threw a punch, and he really didn't disappoint."

As he spoke, Fang Xun manifested a pot of fine wine in his hand and threw it over.

Ling Donglai took it and took a sip, his eyes suddenly becoming misty.

"It is absurd to want to be defeated but not be able to do so. It is just that in this world, I cannot find a Taoist friend to discuss the Tao with. I can only shut myself up and break down. Isn't this also a kind of sadness?"

Fang Xun also conjured up a second pot of fine wine, took a sip and smiled.

"In this case, I am extremely lucky."

Ling Donglai nodded: "It is indeed lucky, but it is not entirely lucky."

Fang Xun sighed: "Yes, I have gained too much insights. Although I have tried my best to digest and summarize them into my own things, it will be more difficult to complete the pill and extract my own principles."

Outsiders are all speculating when Fang Xun will be able to break through to Zhenwu.

Based on his previous rate of progress, some guessed a month, some guessed half a year, and the most guessed within a year.

Only Fang Xun himself knew that the True Martial Realm was still a long way off for him.

Outsiders only know that he has made rapid progress, but they ignore the difficulty of breaking through Zhenwu.

Those powerful ones who broke through to the Zhenwu realm after their spiritual inspiration was revived had all accumulated their experience for one or two hundred years and finally made a breakthrough in one day.

In terms of strength, Fang Xun is on the same level as veteran masters like Qiao Zhengyang and Hui Ku, and they are all among the strongest in the Yang Shen realm.

But he understood that compared with these older masters who had become famous a hundred or even two hundred years ago, he lacked some experience.

Ling Donglai smiled and said, "At least you can see your own path. Unlike many people, although they have strength, their understanding of the Tao is superficial and mediocre, and there is no difference between them and ordinary warriors."

Fang Xun nodded and said, "Let me ask you, how high is the sky?"

Ling Donglai simply replied, "It's no higher than one foot above my head." "How wide is the land?"

"It's right between you and me."

As the two spoke, they seemed to be exchanging witticisms, and the scenery in all directions around them began to change rapidly, as if the world was spinning.

On the top of the mountain, it was a hot summer day one moment, but turned into ice and snow the next moment. The scenes changed very quickly.

In the sky, the stars rotate and the sun and the moon alternate.

On the earth, mountains rise and fall, and streams turn into seas.

It was a high mountain one moment and turned into an ocean the next, then dried up and finally turned into a green grassland.

In just a moment, everything in the world seemed to have undergone tremendous changes, as if tens of millions of years had passed.

This moment lasted too long, so long that the world seemed to be coming to an end.

Suddenly the earth dried up, the sky darkened, and a grayish-white aura filled the air.

Ling Donglai's eyes suddenly lit up. From this strange change, he saw Fang Xun's way.

Everything in the world entered a state of destruction and finally turned into a gray chaos.

And the next moment, it seemed like just a moment, but also seemed like countless years.

The first ray of light appeared in the chaos. It was called light, but it seemed like an infinitely small point. The light was just a foil to its existence.

This is like the original first cause of the universe, exploding with a bang.

In an instant, the clear and the turbid, the heaven and the earth were separated, and a thriving world reappeared.

Everything returned to normal, the sky was still the same sky, the earth was still the same earth, the top of the mountain was still the same top of the mountain, and the sky above was still the clear blue sky.

As the two of them exchanged witty words, they started a unique discussion on the Dao. During their spiritual communication, both sides fully displayed their own Dao, causing strange phenomena to appear all around them.

Ling Donglai's philosophy is tolerance. Everything in the world is tolerated in his heart. He seems not to belong to this world, yet he seems to be the world itself. One can't help but feel that "one cannot see the true face of Mount Lu because one is already in the mountain".

Fang Xun's path was determined long ago: yin and yang, creation and destruction are interdependent.

After he perfected the 'Qian Kun Yin Yang Transforms the Universe' move, the way forward became clear.

The past is the beginning, the present is the universe, and the future is the end. The three cycle alternately and endlessly. All creation in the world is contained in them.

Ling Donglai seemed to be still savoring the gains from the previous communication.

"The past is the beginning, the present is the universe, and the future is the end. Creation and destruction are two sides of the same coin. It is indeed wonderful."

Fang Xun's eyes also regained clarity, and he sighed with satisfaction: "Your brother's teachings are also amazing. Heaven and man are in harmony. Heaven is man, and man is heaven. All things in the world are contained in one thought in the heart."

Both of them felt that they had gained a lot, and after Fang Xun sensed the passage of time in the outside world, he looked unsatisfied and said.

"Today's morning class ends here for now, and I should also call it a day."

"Haha, Brother Fang, take care. I'd like to take some time to calm down."

After bidding farewell to Ling Donglai, Fang Xun also mentally left the martial arts hall.

In the Wulin Conference Square, Fang Xun slowly opened his eyes and saw that the sky above his head was no longer clear, but had been replaced by a pitch-black night with stars and a moon.

It felt like only a moment had passed during his discussion with Ling Donglai, but in reality, it lasted from early morning until midnight.

However, compared to the fact that the sun above his head was replaced by the moon, Fang Xun was more concerned about the looks of other people.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw hundreds of pairs of eyes in the square staring at him. They were all concentrating and calm, not daring to breathe too heavily.

Only Bai Qingmeng's eyes were vague and empty, immersed in his own world.

After Fang Xun opened his eyes, everyone looked at him without saying a word, and the square suddenly became silent.

After a long while, Qiao Zhengyang finally spoke, and said four words carefully: "You, succeeded?" (End of this chapter)