The next ten days were not good, and Mr. Zhuo said a lot of things that day when he saw Fang Jie, but after he got on the way, he only focused on browsing the scenery along the way. Fang Jie asked him and he answered one question, and often he was not right and answered the question. After a ten-day trip, the biggest change was that the three horses from the Northern Liao Dynasty gradually reduced their fear of pigs and flowers, and at least they dared to go side by side.

I have to say that Zhu Xiaohua is indeed a very unique pig. When I passed by Hedong County, when I passed by a small village, a sow with big eyes and double eyelids attracted its attention. So Zhu Xiaohua, who was so lustful, said that she would not leave no matter what. It kept spinning back and forth, and Mr. Zhuo had no choice but to climb down the pig's back and squatted aside to watch the ants climbing the tree. Zhu Xiaohua then rushed into the fence courtyard like a wild horse that had taken off its reins, and tossed for half an hour.

After the pig returned, he was satisfied, and Fang Jie and others looked at it with black lines.

But when the majestic and domineering Pig Xiaohua came back, she looked a little weak in her legs, and then she lay down under the shade of the tree and slept soundly. Mr. Zhuo called out several times, but it just refused to get up.

Fang Jie couldn't help laughing and said, "The name of Zhu Xiaohua is really not wrong. He is merciless. He traveled thousands of miles to the imperial capital. I don't know how many yellow sows he would encounter. He is so romantic all the way, wouldn't he be full of descendants?"

Mr. Zhuo explained seriously: "Actually... it has a high vision. But you also know that domestic pigs are more beautiful than wild boars... right?"

Can Fang Jie say it is not?

Zhu Xiaohua refused to get up and rushed, so they could only sit aside to rest. The farmer's owner saw such a big wild boar lying at the door, almost fainted. Mr. Zhuo, a big man with a very high status in the Great Sui Dynasty, whispered over and stayed with him for a long time. Finally, he paid two taels of silver as compensation. The farmer came to his senses and did not intend to pursue Zhu Xiaohua's gangster behavior of breaking into a private house and molesting the good sow.

Mr. Zhuo was grateful and thanked him repeatedly.

Having nothing happened, Fang Jie approached Mr. Zhuo and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Zhuo, can you ask you a question?"

"explain."

Mr. Zhuo, who felt sorry for Yin, was obviously not in high spirits and stared at the sleeping pig Xiaohua sulking.

"What's going on in practicing?"

This question has been answered by Big Dog, Mu Xiaoyao, Old Lame, and many people. But because he cannot practice, he cannot understand the mystery of practice. What he remembers the most profoundly so far is that Mu Xiaoyao said that practice will hurt. Every time he improves his cultivation, his body will undergo tempering.

Mr. Zhuo glanced at Fang Jie and asked, "Why are you so curious about your practice?"

He reached out and placed his hand on Fang Jie's wrist, and after a moment he let go, he said, "Has no one ever told you that your physique cannot be practiced at all? Speaking of which, most people in the world are mediocre, and none of them can practice. Among those who can practice, even if they work hard in their lifetime, they cannot surpass the third level of cultivation. And your physique... is indeed very strange."

"One hundred and twenty-eight acupoints have only one, right?"

Fang Jie didn't care about this fact at all. He had experienced too much of this kind of blow.

"No, I've opened two tricks."

Mr. Zhuo said seriously: "Did you see the farmer I just wanted to compensate? According to the principle, he is better than you in terms of physical fitness. Ordinary people must at least open three or five points. There are only two acupoints in one hundred and twenty-eight acupoints, and you are the only one I have seen in my life."

"Two orifices?"

Fang Jie was stunned, and a wave of turmoil immediately broke out in his heart. His face changed constantly, and the feeling in his heart was so complicated that it was hard to describe. He didn't know whether he should be happy or continue to feel inferior. Before he left Fan Gu, he knew nothing. Later, he didn't know what the man in blue used to help him open up a trick. In the past two months since he left Fan Gu, he had quietly learned another trick.

But Fang Jie also knew that there was almost no difference between one or two or two.

He didn't plan to tell Mr. Zhuo what he had only understood before. He thought about it and asked, "I want to know how strong the ninth-grade strongman is."

Mr. Zhuo pondered for a while and said, "Do you know why Qingle Mountain became a famous place in the world? Why did Yiqi Temple become the orthodox Taoist Sect in the world?"

"Because there is Zhenren Xiao in Yiqi Temple."

Fang answered.

Mr. Zhuo shook his head and said, "There is one thing that few people know, that is, Qingle Mountain is famous first, and then it is famous all over the world. The reason why Yile Mountain was chosen to be built in Qingle Mountain and why His Majesty the Emperor appointed Zhenren Xiao as the national teacher is that there are many secrets, and I cannot know them all. But one thing that can be confirmed is that... Zhenren Xiao has a junior brother, who is said to be amazing and beautiful, and he reached the ninth level when he was very young."

"Once he and Zhenren of Xiao traveled to Qingle Mountain and saw a huge rock on a cliff in Qingle Mountain, smooth and flat, like a natural bronze mirror, three or four feet in size, standing on the cliff, and under the big stone was a deep abyss. Zhenren's junior brother pointed to the huge rock and said that such a magnificent scenery, how could he not leave a book and inscription?"

"So he jumped up to the cliff, and wrote seven majestic characters on the huge stone with his right fist as a pen. The characters are like dragons and snakes, three points into stones. After His Majesty knows this, he then made an intention to build Yiqi Temple in Qingle Mountain. Yiqi Temple is the orthodox Taoist Sect in the world, and Zhenren Xiao is the leader of the Taoist Sect and leads the world."

"What word?"

"Daozong should prosper here"

On the Wanren cliff, he used flesh fists as thick pens and huge stones as rice paper to write these seven big words. Fang Jie couldn't help but fantasize about that scene in his mind, and he was fascinated for a moment.

"If you enter the ninth grade of cultivation, the most powerful soldier in the world is your own."

Mr. Zhuo stretched out a finger and gestured in the air and said, "Use your finger as a knife to cut gold and cut jade."

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Why did there be any changes?

Fang Jie, who was riding a horse, has been considering this issue all the way. For fifteen years, his Qihai has not been able to communicate at all. In other words, he has no Qihai at all. One hundred and twenty-eight acupoints are useless. If it is common sense, even if he does not die, he is just a living dead person who cannot move in the bed at all.

After leaving Fan Gu, you will open your trauma, and after walking for two months, you will open your trauma.

Will you keep enlightening like this in the future?

If so, how long does it take to wait to open the thirty-six acupoints? Only those who open the thirty-six acupoints can feel the purest breath in the world. Temper this breath into the energy contained in the sea of ​​qi, and then integrate the energy into the limbs and bones, thus making the body particularly powerful. This is practice, but if you calculate based on the calculation of opening one or two months, it will take at least six years to open the thirty-six orifices.

Even if you open the thirty-six orifices six years later, you can only barely have the ability to practice.

After reaching the ninth level of practice, he even had the power of breaking stones and flowing.

So he longs to practice and becomes stronger and stronger. Whether in the past or in this life, people without strength will either be eliminated or become the foundation stone of society. The reason why some people say this is because those with strength will always step on the heads of ordinary people.

Mr. Zhuo, riding a pig flower, looked at Fang Jie who was drooping his eyes and pondering, shook his head slightly and said in his heart. The boy's body was too weird. He should have a physical condition of many diseases and disasters, but he was as strong as an ordinary person. Moreover... He heard from the big dog that Fang Jie killed a master of fourth-level cultivation halfway. If this item was passed on to the world, it would immediately cause an uproar.

A person who cannot practice kills a fourth-grade strong man, which is as surprising as a three-year-old child punching an adult man in the head.

"After arriving at the imperial capital, I can help you with personal favors. If the Martial Arts Academy does not accept you, I will try my best to send you to Yongzhou City."

He smiled and said, "There are only so many people who can help you."

Fang Jie was stunned, then clasped his fists on the horse's back and bowed deeply: "I will not thank you for your kindness."

There was a general Luo Yao in Yongzhou City, Yongjun, southern border of the Great Sui Dynasty, who could not practice, but purely practiced his body and reached the ninth level. He was the Great Sui Dynasty, and perhaps the only person in the world who could reach such a state with an ordinary body. Moreover, according to calculations, Luo Yao even had the possibility of surpassing the ninth level. Although there is no cognition above the ninth level in the world, no one can deny that there may be such a master.

Regarding Fang Jie's strange physique, Zhuo Buyi could only guess that he might be of the same type as Luo Yao, although the possibility is slim.

"However, if you want to make achievements, it seems that it is better to return to the northwestern border of the Great Sui Dynasty. With your reaction and mind, you will not worry about not being able to get to power."

He looked at Fang Jie and explained.

Fang Jie smiled and said, "There are many poor families who are smarter than me in the Sui Dynasty. But in the 100th century, how many poor families have made their mark? Luo Yao's current achievements are not because he was the emperor's umbrella slave. If he had not had this opportunity, he might be just a woodcutter in the mountains and living a poor life."

When an emperor of the Sui Dynasty was inspecting the northwest, he encountered a running cow on a private tour. The plowing cow, which was frightened for some reason, rushed around the streets, hurting many pedestrians. The emperor was about to order his guards to slaughter the cows and protect the people, but he saw a young woodcutter throwing the dry wood on his back and strode away. He stopped the mad cow in front, held the horns in both hands, and turned over the mad cow with his arms, and then punched the cow's head and smashed it out in a big hole.

This young man later became the emperor's umbrella slave. He stayed dormant for several years. After all, he shone brightly when Qiaoyu County, Northeast China, and was promoted to a fifth-rank general by the emperor. Since then, he has been out of control and has won many battles.

This young man is Luo Yao.

Luo Yao was fifteen years old when he smashed the running bull with one punch. There is no doubt that Fang Jie now does not have this strength. He has countless ways to kill the bull, but he will never fight hard with his strength.

So Luo Yao is Luo Yao, the unique Luo Yao.

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The imperial capital

Tai Chi Palace

Yu Donglai, the Minister of War, quickly walked outside the Dongguan Pavilion. Su Buwei, the eunuch who had been waiting outside the door, quickly saluted and said, "Your Majesty is waiting for you, and you have given instructions. You will go in after you arrive. I have been waiting here, just waiting for you, lord."

After saying this, he lowered his voice and said, "Your Majesty is unhappy today, so be careful."

Yu Donglai whispered thanks, then sorted out his crown and uniform and bowed into the Dongguan Pavilion. He lowered his head and went in, not knowing if anyone else was there in the room. When he entered the door, he quietly glanced at it and found that there were two people sitting on the chair, so he felt a little relieved.

If Your Majesty only summons himself when he is angry, then the trouble may be great.

"My servant Yu Dong comes to see Your Majesty!"

He knelt down with his robe and saluted in a manner.

After waiting for a while, he could not see the emperor talking. Yu Donglai felt nervous and quickly calculated whether he had done something wrong in the past few days. Before he could think of it, a memorial was thrown over from the desk and dropped in front of his forehead with a snap, scaring him to pick it up.

"See it for yourself!"

There was a sense of disappointment and anger in the emperor's voice, which was suppressed, but was enough to make people tremble.

Yu Donglai carefully picked up the memorial and opened it. After a few glances, he was shocked! He raised his head and looked at the emperor. In an instant, the cold sweat on his back wet his clothes. He looked at the emperor with just a glance, and he immediately lowered his head and leaned against the cold bluestone floor. His head was pressed too low, so his butt was raised relatively high, and his posture looked a bit funny.

"I will not investigate, please punish me!"

"Punishment?"

The emperor asked coldly: "If I take the six-rail crown on your head, would you like it?! I handed over the Ministry of War to you, but you worked with the people below to deceive me! I have high hopes for Li Xiaozong, but he disappointed me!"

Yu Donglai was so scared that he trembled for a moment, and crawled on the ground and dared not speak.
Chapter completed!