Wu Zhu was a strange and mysterious man. In Fan Xian's eyes, Wu Zhu's life was bleak. He had lived for more than 30 years without a companion. Other than Fan Xian, there was no one he could talk to. Some of the residents of Danzhou Harbor still believed that Wu Zhu was not only blind, but also mute.
His eyes were always covered by that black cloth. Fan Xian thought that there must be a terrible disability underneath, which was why he didn't want others to see it.
Teacher Fei Jie called him Master Wu. It was obvious that Wu Zhu had been in the bureaucracy of the capital. But his way of doing things didn't have the air of an official. There wasn't even a hint of the mundane. He was like an immortal who didn't eat the food of mortals.
Thinking of this, Fan Xian subconsciously looked at him. After Wu Zhu asked that question, he returned to silence. Coldly, he "gazed" at the dusk on the horizon. The faint red light enveloped his body and reflected on the black cloth covering his eyes, reflecting a color that leaped like fire.
Fan Xian suddenly thought of a terrifying possibility. After thinking for a long time, he murmured, "Uncle, you were staring at those mountains in a daze. You didn't come down from the sky, did you?"
He could accept things like neigong now, and he even believed that the heavens had eyes. That was why he had been in this life. But if his companion of more than 10 years suddenly became an immortal above the clouds, he still wouldn't be able to accept it. The combination of transmigration and Xianxia would only make him fall to the ground in fright.
Wu Zhu shook his head. "I just seem to remember where I used to go with the Lady."
"Are you sure you're not an immortal, and my mother isn't an immortal?"
"Are there immortals in this world?"
"Isn't there a temple?"
"Who said there were immortals living in a temple?"
"Uncle, did you remember something?"
"No, I just forgot something. Something unimportant."
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Wu Zhu stood up and nodded to the other side of the sea, as if saying goodbye. "Let's go back. There are some things I can tell you now."
Fan Xian smiled. He knew that she had not forgotten her promise. Once he was 16, she would tell him some things about his mother.
Walking to the edge of the cliff, he took a deep breath, and the zhenqi in his body began to slowly circulate. His whole body was attached to the cliff, and the zhenqi flowed along the meridians to the center of his palm. It was forced out of the surface of his palm by less than a hair's breadth, and then it quickly returned to his body from the edge of his palm. Right between his palm, it ingeniously formed a slightly sunken contact surface for the zhenqi. Because the zhenqi was invisible, it was guaranteed to form a perfect seal along the edge of his palm.
His palm was firmly attached to the smooth rock, and with the suction force of the vacuum, his whole body was fixed in place. Then, he would release his zhenqi, and one of his hands would leave the rock. Just like that, Fan Xian climbed down the cliff with seemingly ease.
Looks like Spiderman.
An ordinary martial arts cultivator would not be able to do this, no matter how abundant the qi in his body was. Fan Xian was able to do this because of his unique training method and body structure, as well as his unique way of thinking.
In this world, all the strong martial artists only cared about the two words "reality" and "power". The "reality" referred to the abundance of the zhenqi in the body, while the "power" was something that could only be understood, and was somewhat similar to the realm of cultivation. And magic, which focused on resonating with nature, had never caught the eye of the truly strong.
In Wu Zhu's view, the so-called "reality" and "power" were actually the quantity and quality of the zhenqi, as well as the degree of precision in controlling it. After ten years of teaching, Fan Xian was hovering between the third and seventh level. In four years, he had not made any progress.
The strong martial artists would subconsciously treat the zhenqi in their body as some kind of disposable tool or weapon. Like water, used to attack an opponent, once it was thrown out, there was no thought of taking it back. After a big battle, if the zhenqi was used up, it could be recovered by meditating.
It was no wonder that everyone in the world thought this way. After all, once the zhenqi left the body, wanting to take it back was a fantasy.
But Fan Xian was different. The zhenqi in his body had always been different from that of the average person. Pouring it from his back into the snowy mountain was like an opening, forming a large and small cycle with the yuanqi of the outside world, so he was much more sensitive to the zhenqi.
At the same time, Fan Xian was very free, and at the same time very stingy. That was why he constantly tried to force the zhenqi out of his body and then take it back.
After three years of hard work, he could now finally take the zhenqi back from the other side when it left the palm of his hand by a tenth of an inch.
At such a short distance, it was impossible to attack the enemy's body, so Fan Xian sadly admitted that his three years were basically useless.
But since he had learned some useless tricks, he had to find some use for them. Every three days, he had to climb the sea cliff, and he felt that it was very tiring. His mind moved, and he used this trick of zhenqi to climb the mountain.
Perhaps this was where Fan Xian was truly better than the people of this world. His thinking was not limited by the times, and he did not have any preconceived notions. Everything was new to him, and everything was possible.
Fan Xian swam down the cliff like a fish. Looking up, Wu Zhu had already become a small black dot standing at the edge of the peak. He was not in a hurry, and looked up with a smile. He had always liked watching Wu Zhu descend the mountain.
Wu Zhu took a step forward, as if there was flat ground in front of him.
As soon as his feet were in the air, his figure began to float down. But every thirty feet or so, he would casually stretch out a palm and gently press on the stone of the cliff, slightly slowing the speed of his fall. After stretching out his palm a dozen times, he stood expressionlessly at the bottom of the cliff.
Wu Zhu's method of descending the mountain seemed simple, but his experience of direction, angle, strength, speed, and even the sea breeze were all calculated perfectly in that moment. Such a powerful calculation and judgment ability was definitely that of one of the strongest in the world.
If you thought that he was blind, then you could eliminate one or two of them.
Although he had seen it countless times, Fan Xian could not help but applaud and praise. "What a blind charm."
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