"Entering Taoism through martial arts is endless fun."
Xia Po now only feels that it is absolutely right for him to embark on the path of martial arts.
Because martial arts does not rely on spiritual energy, there is no need for a training venue with sufficient spiritual energy. You can practice anywhere you want.
Moreover, herbs and other things that are helpful in martial arts are relatively cheap and can be bought easily.
For a casual cultivator like him who has no identity or background, martial arts is simply the most suitable way for him.
Although the Way of the Soul is not as good as the Martial Arts, it is still very good. At least there are no bottlenecks when practicing. You just need to stack up your cultivation in one go.
Now more than thirty years have passed, and his spiritual cultivation has reached the 8th level of soul refining, but the martial arts realm is somewhat difficult to reach...
This place is completely different now than when he first moved in.
He created an open space around the house, planted some spiritual grass, and spent a lot of money to acquire and breed small spiritual animals.
On this day, as usual, after he gave priority to feeding a few spirit pigs, he wanted to go back to the yard to practice martial arts, but he felt the sound of fighting not far away.
After frowning slightly, he directly activated the protective formation, not wanting to meddle in others' business.
Unexpectedly, the fighting breath actually got closer and closer to him, and finally hit him directly in front of his formation.
These are two young monks. Although they don't know what happened, it can be seen from the way they fight that there is definitely a lot of conflict between these two guys.
Xia Po, on the other hand, brought a bucket of popcorn and started eating while watching, making comments from time to time.
"The one in white doesn't have much combat experience. If he had hit a vital point just now, wouldn't the one in blue be dead?"
"The one in blue isn't that good either. He obviously has an attack talisman, but he didn't use it just now. He had to wait until he was at a disadvantage before using it."
This kind of free fight is in vain if you don't watch it.
But as he looked at it, his brows wrinkled.
Why does the spell used by the man in white always seem familiar to me?
Looking carefully again, he blinked.
"Isn't this the skill that Liangzi practices? Among the spells used, Liangzi also uses them. Could it be that the other party is Liangzi's disciple?"
In fact, I have lived here for more than thirty years, and monks often come here to fight.
Normally, Xia Po would just activate the hidden formation and watch them fight.
This is already his way of entertainment.
But if you think about it carefully, if this guy has anything to do with Liangzi, is it a bit sorry for Liangzi if he still does this?
After all, when I was playing with Brother Liangzi and Meng, Liangzi was really kind to me. When making wine, he would secretly bring some good wine back to him.
"Forget it, it's just two boys in the Qi refining stage, it's not a big deal."
Thinking of this, he directly closed the formation, and his house also appeared in the eyes of the two young monks.
The two monks were frightened. They stared at Xia Po blankly, and for a moment they forgot to fight.
Xia Po didn't waste any time, and walked directly in front of the monk in white clothes at a speed that was almost teleporting, and looked at him carefully for a long time.
I found that there are indeed some similarities with Liangzi.
The two monks were frightened.
The kind of speed just now is definitely not something that a monk in the Qi Refining Stage can possess, and looking at the aura on Xia Po, it is an aura that only the strong can possess.
The two of them were fighting, but they accidentally provoked the old monster living in seclusion here!
what to do?
What to do now?
Before the two of them could speak, Xia Po spoke.
"What is the point of a young man who doesn't practice well and spends all day fighting and killing?"
"Senior, it's this guy who stole my Taoist companion!"
The little monk in white clothes who seemed to be related to Liangzi pointed at another person with a sad look on his face.
"What do you mean by your Taoist companion! It's obviously me that Qingqing likes!"
While the two people were talking, they became tense again.
But Xia Po just coughed, and the two of them were like kittens, bowing their heads obediently without saying a word.
It seems that he is trying to compete for women.
Xia Po shook his head and began to expel the two of them.
"If you want to fight, go to other places to fight. Don't disturb my Qingxiu."
After saying that, he left without looking back.
When the two saw this, they didn't stop anymore and quickly ran away into the distance.
Facing a strong man like Xia Po, he could die at any time!
They didn't want to stay any longer.
After escaping from this place and calming down, the two people no longer had any interest in fighting. They looked at each other coldly, put down their cruel words and separated.
The monk in white walked in one direction with a depressed look on his face, complaining as he walked.
"Why are you so unlucky? You could have killed that guy just now!"
Not long after, he came to the street of the town and walked into a house.
"Dad, I'm back."
Hearing this, Liangzi, who had begun to age, came out.
He looked at his son and frowned.
"Did you fight with others?"
"Um."
"Good morning, Chen Shuang! I've always told you not to cause trouble, but you're disobedient, right?"
As Liangzi said this, he raised his hand as if he wanted to teach his son a lesson.
"Don't you have a friend in the golden elixir stage? Why are you so afraid of trouble?"
After hearing this, Liangzi suddenly stopped what he was doing, and the figure of Xia Po appeared in his mind.
"Li Bujue... I really didn't expect him to be so powerful, but he must have long forgotten about my ant-like existence."
After saying that, he looked at his son again.
"You brat, have you killed someone again? Let's see if I don't beat you to death!"
He was about to hit, but his hand was held by someone.
Frowning and looking back, he was dumbfounded.
At this time, Xia Po was holding his hand with a smile on his face.
"I didn't expect that after so many years, your child would have grown so big?"
"Li Bujue?"
After a long time, Liangzi called out the name, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Although his son Chen Shuang had seen Xia Po, he didn't see the same face, so he couldn't recognize him at all.
He only knew that Li Bujue was a monk in the Golden Alchemy Stage and the founder of the Alchemy Way of the Fuyao Sect. He was very awesome!
As a result, Xia Po was warmly received by Liangzi's family.
Through chatting, Xia Po understood.
Liangzi's son is more promising than him. He has reached the fourth level of Qi training at the age of only twenty-four, and has already passed Fuyao's entry examination.
It won't be long before you can join the Fuyao Sect.
For a casual cultivator, it is definitely a great joy for his descendants to join the sect.
So Liangzi also liked his son very much.
The two of them seemed to have gone back thirty years ago, drinking wine and talking about what happened before.
From beginning to end, Liangzi never mentioned why Xia Po wanted to hide his identity. Maybe it was a tacit understanding between friends.
At night, Xia Po was ready to leave, but as soon as he stood up, he saw a piece of talisman flying quickly from the air.
I saw the talisman falling straight on Liangzi's hand, and the words on it began to shine.
"Communication symbol?"
Xia Po was slightly startled. Such a high-end gadget was not something that would appear here.
Liangzi was also a little surprised. He blinked and after reading the contents on the talisman, he turned to Xia Po and said.
"Brother Meng...Brother Meng has broken through the foundation building stage!"