Chapter 3 Ten-way World, the Way of Practice

For a moment, Fang gradually woke up, but felt refreshed. He was tired before and swept away. Fang Daoming was overjoyed, and he dared not be lazy and continued to sort out the books. This was more, and it was not until 20 volumes were sorted out that I was exhausted. So Fang Daoming meditated and practiced again, and this time the appointment took a little longer.

According to this method, it went on and over again until the moon hung high. Fang Daoming was already hungry and tired. He couldn't even meditated and practice his mind at all, but half of the books had not been sorted out.

The white old man walked in and saw Fang Daoming resting. He immediately shouted, "That boy, in one day, it will be sorted out like this!"

Fang Daoming immediately got up and said helplessly, "Uncle, look at this bamboo slip. Each volume is as tall as me. How can I move it?"

Uncle's eyes are strange: "If you reach the golden elixir disaster, you can drive away objects in the void and capture the camera. How can't you?"

Fang Daoming fished his head and said with a smile, "The boy's cultivation is still shallow, and he has not reached the level mentioned by his uncle."

"The cultivation has reached the condensation disaster, the body is quenched, the strength has been greatly increased, and it can reach a thousand pounds. Why can't you?"

Fang Dao's face was shy: "The boy has not reached the state of condensation."

"This doesn't work, and that doesn't work either. How far have you practiced?"

"Hey, the boy just entered the park today and has just practiced the "Eattractive Tips" for a day."

"Good Meng Haoran, I thought your conscience found that it was a useless person. How can it be?" The old man was furious and stroked his sleeves away.

Fang Daoming shouted, "Old man, I'm very hungry. Where can I eat?"

"Time is over today. Let's hurry early tomorrow!"

The old man's voice came, with three points of anger, but Fang Daoming was very desperate.

dragging his tired body, Fang Daoming was very depressed. He not only had to be hungry, but also had no place to live in the studio for one night. Thinking about the treatment of Zhan Qianyu, he couldn't help saying secretly that it was good to have a master, but on second thought, he worked hard to fight for the treatment, but he was blindly lazy.

Thinking of this, Fang Daoming blamed himself. At present, he endured hunger and fatigue, continued to meditation and practice, and sorted out bamboo slips at night.

When everything was placed neatly, it was already slightly bright. Fang Daoming could no longer hold on and fell to the ground and fell asleep.

The white-haired old man came again and found that Fang Daoming was still sleeping, muttering, but reciting the formula, so he shouted loudly and immediately woke him up.

Fang Daoming rubbed his sleepy eyes and found that it was already bright. Seeing the people coming clearly, he was about to greet them. He didn't want his uncle to stop drinking: "I don't like these complicated knots in my life, don't care."

Fang Daoming had to give up. Suddenly, there was a strange sound, but he was hungry and ashamed.

"Two meals a day in the Confucian Garden, sunrise and sunset, out of date, now it's over, you'd better wait for the evening."

Fang Daoming was stunned and almost fainted.

The old man toured, waved his long sleeves, and the neatly placed bamboo slips flew up one after another and fell into the wooden grid, which was not bad. Then he muttered, "It's still a child to teach" and then left.

Fang Daoming was envious and secretly said that he didn't know when he would be able to become such a magical power.

In a few days, Fang Daoming has memorned the "Tips of Inducing" and gradually got used to the life of Confucian gardens and library buildings. He had nothing to do, so he buried himself in hard. The old man's attitude has gradually improved, and he is not as often scolding loudly as before. It's just that some time has passed, and it is rare to see Confucian disciples coming here to read books, let alone Zhan Qianyu's side.

Fang Daoming occasionally asked his uncle, who laughed and said, "The children of Confucianism have been taught by famous teachers. Whether it is magic formula or experience, it is better than the library. Why do you have to read this book?"

Fang Daoming suddenly realized that no wonder Zhan Qianyu did not show up. He must have practiced hard with his teacher and couldn't help sighing: "It's good to have a master!"

When the old uncle saw Fang Daoming's strange face, he made it clear in his heart, "Why, do you envy other people's guidance and dislike this place?"

Fang Daoming's mind flashed: "I dare not. It's free here, but it's also suitable for my nature."

"Old uncle, you have profound Taoism. Can you accept me as an apprentice?" Fang Daoming held back for a long time and finally opened his mouth.

The old man's eyes were strange. After looking at it for a long time, he couldn't help laughing: "You can't help but say it. You are not enough."

After saying that, the old man waved his long sleeves, and a volume of bamboo slips fell at Fang Daoming's feet, and then stroked his sleeves and left.

Fang Daoming spread out the book, but saw that he wrote four big characters "Ten Square World" at the beginning.

It is said that Fang Daoming got the book brief of Shifang World. After reading it carefully, he was shocked. It turned out that the vastness of this world was far beyond his imagination. In addition to the Five Emperors God Mountain mentioned before, there was still another mysterious world.

There is a gap between Dongdi Mountain and Nandi Mountain, but it is a thousand miles plain, leading to the territory of the East China Sea. Above the East China Sea, it is the world of the three saints of the demon clan. In addition, the Xinghe Hall of the ten gates of the immortals and the White Bone Island, one of the five sects of the Tao, are also located in the East China Sea. As for the exact location, it is not mentioned in the bamboo slips.

South of Nandi Mountain is the land of the southern Xinjiang, which is mysterious and dangerous. There are many poisonous insects and beasts, swamp poison miasma, and the legendary orcs. Since ancient times, few Middle-earth people have been able to safely enter and exit the southern Xinjiang, let alone the southern Xinjiang people and beasts have crossed Nandi Mountain and entered Middle-earth.

Crossing tens of thousands of miles of southern Xinjiang, and further south is the vast territory of the South China Sea. No one has ever been found out where the end is.

To the west of the Middle Earth, across the Western Emperor Mountain, it is a barren land, where there are few people, mostly monsters and birds of caves, and there are also ancient fierce beasts. The other four sects of the Heavenly Demon Sect, Blood River Gate, the Nether Hall and the Yuanshi Demon Sect are located in the wilderness.

In the far north of the Middle Land of China, it is also the Northern Emperor Mountain. Crossing the Beidi Mountain, there is an endless grassland desert, on which there are many nomads and barbarians scattered. Crossing the desert, it is an extremely cold place of ice and snow. Thousands of miles are frozen, and thousands of miles of snow are floating. Not to mention people, even monsters are rare. After thousands of miles of frozen land, we arrived at the north of the far north, the coldest place between heaven and earth: the cold North Sea and the northern underworld.

The middle land of China, with Zhongdi Mountain as the center, is tens of thousands of miles away in all directions. The mountains and rivers are vertical and horizontal, the four seasons are clear, the land is fertile, and the climate is pleasant. Since ancient times, it has been a place where the wind and rain are smooth, and the grain is abundant. Therefore, the population is dense and vibrant, and there are nine schools of the ten immortals.

Legend has it that since the ancient emperor opened the heavens and earth, the Xihuang fixed the universe. Since thewa emperor created all things, the five emperors have been like this. The Five Emperors Mountain is transformed by the ancient emperor, the Xihuang and thewa emperor. It is an ancient divine mountain. For tens of millions of years, hundreds of millions of people have protected the land of China.

"Shifang World" describes in detail the geographical overview of all parts of the land in China, famous mountains and rivers, local customs, immortal sects, and various legendary treasures, ancient mythical beasts, ancient monsters, etc.

Fang Daoming was as if he had won the treasure, and he was physically and mentally devoted. He couldn't stop reading it. When he finished reading it, it was already sunset and the moon was high, and he missed dinner time.

Covering the bamboo slips, Fang Dao is so sad. The secret world is so vast that if I can travel, won't it be happy? This is a firm determination to ask for immortals and ask Taoism, and the Taoism is more stable.

For a moment, Fang Daoming came to the Confucian Garden for more than a month, during which he just practiced the formula and didn't think about it. If there is anything obscurity, ask your uncle. Although the latter is a scolding, it will eventually be analyzed in a simple way. Every time, Fang Daoming is like an enlightenment. Before that, he knew a lot of things and thought it was right, that the hair was blocked and the veins were clear. No matter how carefully he thought about it, it was like drinking agar and jade liquid, and the aftertaste was endless.

According to his original intention, he originally planned to find Li Zhen for a solution, but every time the other party saw the end, he was either practicing or alchemy. After many times, Fang Daoming faded his mind.

The so-called mountain did not realize the urging of the years, and it was three months after Fang Daoming saw Zhan Qianyu again.

Three months is enough to change a person, although Zhan Qianyu is only six years old, although these changes are not reborn. The young face has retreated, the heroic spirit has appeared, and the original red face has gradually turned white. A simple sword in his hand is almost as long as him.

"Thousand feathers!" Fang Daoming had a trace of sourness in his heart and envy in his heart.

Seeing his long-lost friend, Zhan Qianyu was also very happy and asked for warmth. When he learned that Fang Daoming had also begun to practice the magic formula, he was even more encouraged.

Although Fang Daoming is young, after three months, he has known that he is cold and warm. At present, he has picked some happy things to talk to him.

In the past three months, Zhan Qianyu's talent and diligence have been deeply loved by his teacher and hermits, and he began to teach him the unique "Huoran Zhengqi Secret" in the town garden of Confucianism a month ago. Haoran righteousness is the master of the creation of the Confucian garden. It was created by a generation of wizards. It leads the righteousness of heaven and earth, warms the body, builds the foundation, condenses the elixir, the yuan god, and overcomes disaster. It is the foundation of all the skills, Taoism and magic power of the Confucian Garden, and the compulsory method for the disciples of Confucian Garden.

Fang Daoming was secretly sad when he heard it: I didn't have the compulsory method for the children of Confucianism. It seems that they didn't treat me as the children of Confucianism.

"Qianyu, what level of your cultivation have you reached now?" Fang Daoming knocked sideways.

"According to what the master said, I have just stepped into the threshold of monition, and have been able to attract air into the body and move at will. When I am trained in the future, I will be able to enter the innate from the day after tomorrow, open up all kinds of potentials and magical powers of the body, and overcome the condensation disaster. That is, the realm of elixir, practice the innate virtual elixir, and finally build The congenital golden elixir seed, after the golden elixir disaster, is the real entry into the house.

"What about the higher realm?"

Zhan Qianyu smiled and said, "If you go any further, I don't know. The master said that he would tell me when I survived the golden elixir."

"Have you learned any spells and magical power now?"

"It's still early!" Zhan Qianyu laughed dumbly: "Before going through the condensation disaster, it is only the quenching of the body, which belongs to the foundation-building stage. After that, learning Taoism and magic power, you will get twice the result with half the effort, and there is no disadvantage."

Fang Daoming saw the side-by-side beating for a long time, but it didn't work. He couldn't help but feel discouraged and depressed.

Zhan Qianyu saw this and felt guilty: "You and my brother should not have hidden it from you, but the master made thousands of instructions. Without his permission, you must not tell anyone else about Haoran's righteousness, otherwise you will bully the teacher and destroy your ancestors."

It doesn't matter if Fang Daoming is connected. So the two played for a day and went back to various places.