Wu Zhu is a very strange and mysterious person. In Fan Xian's eyes, Uncle Wu Zhu's life was bleak. He had lived for thirty years without a companion by his side, and besides himself, he had no one to talk to. Even some residents of Danzhou Port still think that Wuzhu is not only blind, but also dumb.
His eyes were always covered with that black cloth, Fan Xian thought, there must be a terrible disability underneath, that's why he didn't want others to see it.
Teacher Fei Jie called him the Five Masters. It was obvious that Uncle Wu Zhu had been in the official circles of the capital, but his demeanor did not have any "official" air at all, and he even had very little vulgar taste. A fairy who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world.
Thinking of this, Fan Xian subconsciously looked at him. Wu Zhu returned to silence after asking the question just now, and coldly "watched" the twilight on the horizon and the sea, the reddish light shrouded his body, reflected on the black cloth over his eyes, reflected Colors jumping like fire.
Fan Xian suddenly thought of a very terrifying possibility. After thinking for a long time, he murmured, "Uncle, you were just in a daze looking at those pictures that looked like fairy mountains. You didn't come down from the sky, did you?"
Now he can accept such things as internal strength, and even faintly believes that the heavens have eyes, so that he will have what happened in this life. But if his partner who has been with him for more than ten years suddenly transforms into a banished fairy on the sky, it will still make him unbearable—traversing and adding a fairy will only scare him to the ground.
Wu Zhu shook his head, and said lightly: "I just seem to remember the place when I came out with Miss."
"Are you sure you are not a fairy, nor is my mother a fairy?"
"Are there any gods in this world?"
"Isn't there a temple?"
"Who said there are gods living in the temple?"
"Uncle, do you remember something?"
"No, I just forgot something, something unimportant."
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Wuzhu stood up, still nodded imperceptibly to the other side of the sea, as if saying goodbye to somewhere, and then said softly: "Let's go back, there are some things I can tell you."
Fan Xian smiled slightly, knowing that the other party hadn't forgotten that promise, as long as he turned sixteen, he would tell him something about his mother.
Walking to the edge of the cliff, he took a breath, and the zhenqi in his body began to flow slowly. His whole body was attached to the cliff, and the zhenqi was transported to the palm along the meridians, and was forced out of the palm less than a silk distance away. , then retracted into the body from the edge of the palm quickly, just between the palms, very cleverly forming a slightly sunken zhenqi contact surface—because zhenqi is invisible, it can be guaranteed to form a perfect shape along the edge of the palm. airtight.
The palm of his hand was firmly attached to the smooth rock, relying on the suction force of the vacuum to fix his whole body. Then he let go of his true energy, and one hand would come off the rock. In this way, Fan Xian seemed to be able to climb down the cliff very easily.
Looks like Spiderman.
Ordinary martial arts practitioners, no matter how abundant the true qi in his body, cannot do this. The reason why Fan Xian was able to do it all depended on his unique cultivation method and body structure, as well as his unique way of thinking.
In this world, all martial arts masters only care about the words "real" and "potential". The description is somewhat similar to realm. And spells that pay attention to echoing with nature have always been the last way to avoid the eyes of the real strong.
In Wu Zhu's view, the so-called strength and potential... are actually just the quantity and quality of true energy and the degree of precision in controlling true energy. After ten years of his teaching, Fan Xian is probably between the third and seventh and a half levels. Hovering in between, basically no progress in four years.
Martial arts masters will subconsciously use the zhenqi in their bodies as some kind of one-time tool or weapon, just like water, to attack the opponent. Once it is thrown out, they will not even think about taking it back. After a big battle, my true energy was exhausted, but I could still meditate to recover anyway.
It's no wonder that everyone in the world thinks this way. After all, once the true energy leaves the body, it is a fantasy idea to want to take it back.
But Fan Xian is different. The circulation of the true energy in his body is different from that of ordinary people. It is poured into the snow-capped mountains behind his back, which means that there is an opening there, forming two large and small cycles with the vitality of the outside world, so he is very concerned about the true energy Sensation is much sharper.
At the same time... Fan Xian is very idle, but at the same time he is very stingy... That's why he kept trying to force the true energy out of his body, and then take it back.
After three years of painstaking experimentation, he is now finally able to withdraw his true energy from the other side within a tenth of an inch away from his palm.
With such a short distance, it was impossible to attack the enemy's body, so Fan Xian admitted with some sadness that his three years were basically doing useless work.
But now that he has learned some useless little tricks, he has to think of some uses. He has to climb the sea cliff every three days.
Perhaps this is where Fan Xian is truly superior to the people in this world. His thinking is not limited by the times he has come to, and he has no preconceived concepts. Everything is new to him, and everything is new to him. It is possible.
Fan Xian swam down the cliff like a fish. Looking up, Wu Zhu had turned into a small black spot standing on the edge of the peak. He was not in a hurry, and looked up with a smile. He always liked watching Wu Zhu go down the mountain.
Wuzhu took a step forward, as if there was flat ground ahead.
As soon as his feet were suspended in the air, his figure began to float down. It's just that every three feet or so, he will casually stretch out a palm, and gently press it between the rocks on the cliff to slow down the falling speed a little. After extending his palm like this a dozen times, he stood at the bottom of the cliff expressionlessly.
The way Wuzhu went down the mountain seems simple, but the experience of direction, angle, force, speed and even the sea breeze can be calculated exactly at this moment. Such a powerful calculation and judgment ability is definitely the best in the world. one of the strongest.
If it occurred to him that he was blind, one or the other could be removed.
Although he has watched it countless times, Fan Xian still couldn't help but applaud and admire: "You're so handsome."