Travel through the heavens

As for Fang Muye, he has never left Hangzhou since he came to this world.

The reason for coming out this time is, first, that after being still for a long time, she wants to move; second, Lin Xiaowan has already strengthened her body through the practice of Baguazhang and Yuenu Sword, and it is time to start practicing Qi.

The only Qigong technique Fang Muye knew was the Peng family's Tai Chi school's Liang Yi Tai He Gong.

The Peng family’s things are not to be passed on to outsiders. If you learn them, you will get into trouble.

Fang Muye himself didn't care about this, but he couldn't help but think about Lin Xiaowan. If he taught her the Liang Yi Tai He Gong, he was afraid that she would be troubled and persecuted by the Peng family in the future.

He couldn't just wipe out the Peng family to prevent future troubles. Not to mention that he was not cruel and unreasonable to that extent, he just couldn't get past Zhou Xiyu.

As for keeping Lin Xiaowan by his side to protect her, that is not realistic, and he might leave this world at any time.

Therefore, the Liang Yi Tai He Gong cannot be passed on to Lin Xiaowan.

In fact, Fang Muye had long ago started trying to create his own set of Qigong techniques, but unfortunately he did not have enough techniques to refer to, and after all the hard work, it all ended up being a waste of time.

So he could only find a new Qigong method for Lin Xiaowan. After thinking about it for a while, he decided to use Taoist Qigong.

Taoist exercises are the most moderate and peaceful, and are highly applicable to various martial arts. They can also cultivate the body and mind and prolong life.

The destination of Fang Muye's trip is Longjing Mountain, which is famous for Taoist Qigong training, and is also the Taoist temple where He Anxia is currently staying.

He asked someone in Hangzhou about the direction of Longjing Mountain, and then rode out of the city on horseback.

It was noon and the horse was galloping on a path in the forest. Suddenly, it stopped and made a "hissing" sound from its mouth.

Fang Muye opened his eyes and saw two people standing in the middle of the road ahead. One of them was facing him. He was in his fifties, short and thin, with a clear face. The other one had his back to him. He was tall and straight, but his age and appearance could not be seen.

Fang Muye saw that although the two men were standing casually, they were tense all over, like a leopard ready to pounce, exuding the intention of waiting for an opportunity to strike and kill.

The two men also noticed Fang Muye's arrival. Apart from the old man quickly glancing at him, there was no reaction at all, as if they ignored him.

The man with his back to Fang Muye sighed and said, "Uncle Fang, you chased me for thousands of miles from north to south, why bother to force me like this?" Judging from his voice, he didn't seem to be old.

Uncle Fang snorted coldly: "Duan Yuanchen, you broke the rules and harmed your fellow disciples. I am going to clean up the sect!"

Duan Yuanchen smiled and flattered: "Uncle Fang, you and my master have a very good relationship, so just for his sake, let me go."

Uncle Fang scolded coldly: "It is because I have the best relationship with your master that I cannot keep you, a bastard, to continue to tarnish his reputation. For your master's sake, you should strike first. Remember, be ruthless, because I want to kill you!"

Duan Yuanchen clasped his fist helplessly and said in a deep voice: "If that's the case, then I'm sorry for offending you, nephew."

After saying that, he waved his hands, and everyone thought he was going to attack, but he suddenly took out a bag from his arms and threw it at Uncle Fang.

White powder fluttered and poured down.

It turned out to be lime powder!

Uncle Fang looked at the lime powder covering the area in front of him, and immediately lowered his head slightly, waved his arms, and let his true energy flow out of his body, stirring up a whistling gale that blew it all away.

Duan Yuanchen knew that he was no match for Uncle Fang, so after throwing out the lime powder, he stepped back and threw out a flying spear. Then he twisted his waist and rushed towards Fang Muye.

Its momentum was as ferocious as a tiger. The horse under Fang Muye was immediately frightened and became restless, trampling around with all four hooves. However, as Fang Muye restrained it in time, it did not run away.

However, the path in the forest was not wide to begin with, and the horses blocked the road when they moved around.

Duan Yuanchen's eyebrows were raised, his face was full of anger, and he shouted, "Get out of the way!"

At the same time, he punched out with surging internal energy and fierce force, obviously not caring about the life and death of the horse and the person on it.

The cold light in Fang Muye's eyes flashed for a moment. He turned his wrist and struck out with a palm. The powerful true energy was like a huge wave, knocking Duan Yuanchen back.

At this time, Uncle Fang's innate energy swept away the lime powder, caught the flying dagger with his right hand, and was chasing over here. Seeing Duan Yuanchen retreating involuntarily, he immediately took a step, turned his body to the side, dodged Duan Yuanchen, and raised his hand to pierce the flying dagger into the back of his head.

Fang Muye's eyes lit up. The way Uncle Fang dodged was a combination of the dragon and snake forms in Xingyiquan. The way he thrust out the flying punch was the drilling punch of Xingyiquan, which contained a sense of spear.

Although the skull was hard, the flying dagger in Uncle Fang's hand penetrated it easily like poking window paper. The fear on Duan Yuanchen's face had not yet dissipated, and he whimpered and fell to the ground motionless.

The flying dart was stuck in the back of Duan Yuanchen's head, with a quarter of it still exposed. There was no blood on the wound, but blood was flowing from Duan Yuanchen's mouth and nose.

However, when the flying spear pierced into him, it caused a point of force to break his entire body, and the blood from his internal organs flowed out of his mouth and nose.

Uncle Fang stood three meters in front of the horse, clasped his fists towards Fang Muye, and said, "Fang Er thanks this gentleman for his help."

However, he was also very surprised in his heart. His nephew Duan Yuanchen had reached the perfect state of the Small Zhoutian and was considered a master in the martial arts world. The man in front of him was knocked back with one palm. He did not expect that at such a young age, his kung fu was so high and he had already practiced the Big Zhoutian, the same level as himself.

Fang Muye raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh? So you are Mr. Fang Er of Xingyiquan." Then he jumped off his horse and saluted Fang Er with a fist: "I am Cui Daoning, nice to meet you, Mr. Fang."

Fang Er asked, "Do you recognize me?"

Fang Muye smiled and said, "I heard from Boss Cha about you. He said you were his packer and taught him Xingyiquan."

Fang Er's body seemed to relax, and he said politely, "So you are Boss Cha's friend. I'm sorry."

He looked at Duan Yuanchen's body and continued, "Mr. Cui, please forgive me. Although my nephew killed his fellow disciples and should be executed, we are still fellow disciples after all, and I cannot let his body lie exposed in the wild."

Seeing Fang Er's high attainments in Xingyiquan, Fang Muye wanted to discuss it with him, but he heard the tactful meaning in his words and gave up. He immediately clasped his fists and said, "Then please do as you please, Mr. Fang. I have to hurry on my way, so I'll leave first. Goodbye."

Fang Er clasped his fists and said, "Goodbye."

Fang Muye smiled, climbed onto the horse, and gently squeezed the horse's belly with his legs. The horse then passed Duan Yuanchen's body and left.

When Fang Er saw Fang Muye walking more than ten meters away, he finally relaxed completely and went to find a place to bury Duan Yuanchen's body.

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