Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Half a year passed in a blink of an eye.

The six poor disciples who practiced under Fang Chen's sect have seen their skills decline instead of increasing in the past six months.

There is a rumor gradually spreading in the Hechuan Fang Sect, saying that Professor Fang Chen does not allow his disciples to practice Liezu Quan at all, but instead makes them sit cross-legged on the ground and practice with their eyes closed.

This kind of method is simply unheard of and unseen.

"Sitting? Can you move blood and refine marrow? What a joke!"

"Aren't children from poor families human beings? It's really abominable to waste them like this!"

"I don't think this guy knows anything about Liezu Fist, right? Is the clan leader too stupid to make such a decision?"

"I heard that one family member couldn't bear it anymore and went to the clan leader to request that his child return to practice boxing with the previous instructor. The clan leader seems to have agreed."

"What about the remaining five? Are family members dead?"

"You can't just go in a swarm, right? You have to save some face for the clan leader. I guess they will all be gone in a few months. I don't know why the clan leader did this."

Outside the martial arts arena, several Fang guards were talking quietly.

It wasn't until Fang Sheng and his people came closer that the few people realized what was going on and quickly looked at their nose, nose and heart.

A faint smile flashed in Fang Sheng's eyes.

The old man really guessed it right. What Fang Longshan did was nothing more than covering his face with a fig leaf.

Fang Sheng led people into the martial arts arena. He saw the young disciples full of energy and performing the Liezu Fist, and he couldn't help but nodded slightly.

"What are you here for?"

Fang Yue's expression changed, he turned to look at Fang Sheng and frowned.

"Fang Yue, I just wanted to come and see my son. Has he been obedient under you recently?"

Fang Sheng smiled.

In the crowd of practitioners, a young man looked towards Fang Sheng while playing Liezu Fist. Seeing his father present, the young man fought even harder.

"Your son is very talented and obedient. There is nothing wrong with him."

Fang Yue said calmly: "If you have nothing else to do, just leave first. How can they concentrate on practicing boxing while you are here?"

"You are driving me away. Do you still care about the grudge we had when we were young? You were promoted to Wuhou five years earlier than me. Now, my status in the Fang family is not as good as yours."

Fang Sheng smiled.

"Why are you talking about this now? If the clan leader hadn't seen me pitiful, I wouldn't be as successful as I am now. It would be better for you to be a great man who was born into the Huo Feng branch. How can a humble kid like me compare to you?"

Fang Yue smiled and waved his hand: "Don't talk about whether there is something or not. If you have something to say, just say it. If nothing happens, leave."

Fang Sheng's expression became solemn and solemn:

"It's true."

"Say it."

Fang Yue said calmly.

Fang Sheng muttered: "You also know that more than half a year ago, my son was almost arranged to train under Fang Chen. It was because you came to our house in person to inform us that my old man had time to find reason with the clan leader."

"This has been going on for so long, why are you still mentioning it? Doesn't your son now practice boxing well under my hands?"

Fang Yue said.

"This matter has caused a lot of gossip recently, haven't you heard of it?"

Fang Sheng smiled: "Those six poor disciples were arranged to practice under Fang Chen, but instead of practicing boxing, they meditated like monks and Taoists.

He lives in your mansion, you don’t know, right?

Although he is from a poor family, he should not miss his future, right?

The patriarch originally wanted to arrange for my son to train under him, but now it seems that this may still have some selfish motives.

If my son becomes his disciple, won't he waste more than half a year?

For a child of his age, more than half a year is likely to affect his martial arts path for decades to come. "

After saying this, Fang Sheng looked at Fang Yue sincerely:

"The clan leader is no longer the clan leader he used to be. He is now old, immersed in infighting, and can no longer lead the Hechuan Fang clan to glory.

I know your ambition is not just to be satisfied with being a Wuhou.

You also hope that the Hechuan Fang Sect will have supernatural powers again and reach its peak, right? "

"What exactly are you trying to say? If what you say here to slander the clan leader reaches the clan leader's ears, you should know what will happen."

Fang Yue narrowed his eyes slightly.

"I just hope to give the Fang family a chance. If you are willing to support me, in a while it will be the day of ancestor worship. At that time, we can join hands to make the patriarch abdicate, let capable people take the position, and lead the Fang family to glory!"

Fang Sheng cupped his hands and said.

"It took me a long time to instigate rebellion against me."

Fang Yue smiled and shook his head: "Does the patriarch like internal fighting? Yes, if he doesn't fight, he won't be able to sit in this position.

Then is he willing to watch the Fang family weaken day by day? Naturally, he didn't want to, so he was also working hard to improve the Fang family's background.

If not, why does the huge Hechuan Fang clan only have King Wu at its head?

Fang Sheng, Fang Sheng, it doesn’t matter if you fight within yourself, but you have to fight with a name, a method, and benefits.

If you only care about your own immediate interests and ignore the overall interests of the Fang family, then you should be killed! "

As soon as the word kill came out, Fang Sheng felt that he was enveloped in a cold killing intent.

He looked at Fang Yue for a long time, then smiled lightly and said:

"I understand what you mean, so I'll take my leave first. I hope you won't regret it in the future."

After saying that, he cupped his hands and turned to leave.

Fang Yue looked at his back, a hint of cynicism flashed in his eyes.

Seeing that the young man nearby seemed to be eavesdropping, he immediately shouted:

"Concentrate on practicing boxing, everything else has nothing to do with you!"

"yes!"

Everyone was startled and quickly concentrated on practicing boxing, but they couldn't help but feel a bit of schadenfreude for the six poor disciples in their hearts.

"I have seen Fang Chen's methods with my own eyes. He will never be so boring. There must be deep meaning in teaching people to meditate."

Fang Yue thought secretly in his heart.

If he hadn't known this, even if he wouldn't be persuaded by Fang Sheng today, he would still doubt Fang Longshan's intention.

Bamboo House courtyard.

Five thin figures sat cross-legged in front of Fang Chen.

Their breath was even and orderly, and Fang Chen could see that the spiritual power between heaven and earth was trying to penetrate into their bodies, but because of the presence of the nine bones, it became extremely difficult.

The nine horizontal bones are like nine heavenly gates, which isolate everything from the outside.

"Because of the existence of the nine horizontal bones, is the practice of the nine domains really ineffective against them?"

Fang Chen was thoughtful.

He just wanted to see if the practice method of the Nine Realms was useful. If it was useful, he could control spiritual power and become a supernatural being without activating the nine horizontal bones.

But such a magical person should be very different from the magical person mentioned in Fang Longshankou, and should be weaker.

But what if spiritual power is used to replace the power of qi and blood to activate the nine horizontal bones?

Is the magical person who emerges in this way stronger or weaker than those who are inspired by Qi and blood? Fang Chen is not sure about this and needs to be confirmed.

"It would be much more convenient if I had these nine bones and could try them myself."

Fang Chen whispered to himself.

At this moment, Fang Dan's voice came from outside the yard.

The five people in front of them were suddenly awakened.

"You continue to practice."

After Fang Chen finished speaking, he walked out of the bamboo building and opened the courtyard door.

I saw Fang Dan leading a middle-aged couple, looking at him sarcastically.

"Are you Mr. Fang? We are Fang Ling's parents. We want to drop out of school today. I would like to ask Mr. Fang to show your kindness and let Fang Ling go back and continue practicing Liezu Fist."

The couple immediately bowed their hands and spoke sincerely, with a hint of pleading in their tone.