(There should be another chapter later. If something happens tomorrow, there will be only one chapter. It’s hot and irritating...)

Wuzhu is a very strange and mysterious person. In Fan Xian's eyes, Uncle Wuzhu's life is very miserable. He has lived for more than thirty years and has no companion by his side. Apart from himself, there is not even a person talking. Some residents of Danzhou Port still think that Wuzhu is not only a blind man, but also a mute man.

His eyes were always covered with the black cloth. Fan Xian thought, there must be a terrifying disability below, so he was unwilling to let others see it.

Teacher Fei Jie called him the Five Great Masters. It is obvious that Uncle Wuzhu had been in the Kyoto officialdom back then, but his behavior was completely without any "official" spirit, and even had very little vulgar taste. He was a bit like an immortal who was not in the world.

Thinking of this, Fan Xian subconsciously looked at him. After Wu Zhu asked what he had just said, he replied to silence, coldly "looking at" the twilight on the sea in the sky. A light red light shrouded on his body, reflected on the black cloth on his eyes, reflecting a color that jumped like fire.

Fan Xian suddenly thought of a very terrifying possibility. After thinking for a long time, he murmured: "Uncle, you were dazed at those pictures like fairy mountains just now. You didn't come down from the sky, right?"

He can now accept things like internal strength, and even vaguely believe that God has eyes, so that he will experience his life. But if his partner who has been with him for more than ten years suddenly transforms into a banished immortal on the sky, he will still be unable to stand it - time travel and fairy tale will only scare him to the ground.

Wuzhu shook her head and said lightly: "I just seem to remember where I came out with the lady before."

"Did you confirm that you are not an immortal, and my mother is not a fairy?"

"Are there any gods in this world?"

“Not there is a temple?”

"Who said that the gods live in the temple?"

"Uncle, have you remembered something?"

"No, I just forgot something, something that doesn't matter."

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...

Wu Zhu stood up and nodded to the other end of the sea, as if saying goodbye to somewhere, and then said softly: "Let's go back, there are some things that can be told to you."

Fan Xian smiled slightly, knowing that the other party had not forgotten the promise. As long as he was sixteen years old, he would tell him something about his mother.

Walking to the edge of the cliff, he took a breath, and the true qi in his body began to flow slowly. His whole body was attached to the cliff. The true qi was transported along the meridians to the palm, and was forced out of the palm surface as little as a silk distance. It was suddenly retracted from the edge of the palm, and it was between the palms, and it was very cleverly formed a slightly sunken contact surface of the true qi - because the true qi is invisible, it can ensure that a perfect seal is formed along the edge of the palm.

His palm was firmly attached to the smooth rock, and with the adsorption of the vacuum, he fixed his entire body. Then he removed his true energy and one hand would break away from the rock. In this way, Fan Xian seemed to easily climb down the cliff.

Looks like Spider-Man.

An ordinary martial arts practitioner cannot do this no matter how abundant the true energy in his body is. The reason why Fan Xian can do it depends entirely on his unique practice methods and body structure, and his unique way of thinking.

In this world, all martial arts powerhouses only care about the two words "real" and "power". The word "real" naturally refers to the abundance of true qi in the body, while momentum is a description that can be almost only understood, somewhat similar to realm. However, spells that emphasize echoing nature have always been the end of the way that is not in the eyes of a real strong man.

In Wuzhu's view, the so-called reality and momentum... are actually just the quantity and quality of true qi and the accuracy of control of true qi. Now, Fan Xian has been hovering between level three and level seven and a half after he taught for ten years, and has basically made no progress in the past four years.

Martial arts powers will subconsciously treat the true energy in their bodies as some kind of disposable tool or weapon, just like water, used to attack the other party. Once it is splashed out, they will not think about retrieving it. After a big battle, the true energy will be exhausted, and they can still meditate and recover.

No wonder everyone in the world thinks like this. After all, once the true energy leaves the body, it is a fantasy idea.

But Fan Xian is different. The circulation route of the true qi in his body is different from that of ordinary people. When he pours into the snow mountain behind him, it means that there is an opening there, forming two circulations of large and large with the external world's vital energy, so he is much more sensitive to the sensing of true qi.

At the same time... Fan Xian is very idle and stingy at the same time... so he keeps trying to force the true qi out of his body and then take it back.

After three years of hard work, he can finally retract the true qi from the other side within one inch of the distance from the palm of his palm.

With such a short distance, it is impossible to attack the enemy's body, so Fan Xian admits sadly that his three years have basically been doing useless work.

But since he has learned some useless tricks, he has to think of some uses. He has to climb the cliff every three days. He feels it is very hard, and with a brain, he uses this trick back to climb the mountain.

Perhaps Fan Xian is truly excellent than the people in this world. His thinking does not have the limitations of the times, and there is no preconceived concept. Everything is new to him and everything is possible to him.

Fan Xian swam down the cliff like a fish. Looking up, Wuzhu had turned into a small black dot standing on the edge of the peak. He was not in a hurry and looked up at the top of the mountain with a smile. He always liked to watch Wuzhu go down the mountain.

Wuzhu took a step forward, just like the flat ground in front of him.

As soon as his feet were hanging in the air, his figure began to fall down. However, every three feet or so, he would casually stretch out a palm and gently press it between the stones on the cliff to slightly delay the falling speed. After stretching his palm for more than ten times, he stood under the cliff expressionlessly.

The way Wuzhu went down the mountain seemed simple, but the experience of direction, angle, power, speed and even sea breeze was calculated at all in this moment. Such powerful calculation and judgment ability is definitely one of the top strong people in the world.

If you think of him as blind, you can remove one or the two.
Chapter completed!