In the early hours of the morning, the morning sun was born. On a high platform on the seaside of Liuqiu Island, there are three people sitting on it, facing the morning sun and quietly spitting. Among the three figures, one is young, but only six or seven years old, and the other is a middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his body faintly exudes majesty. Far away from the two of them, there was also a Taoist priest in a purple robe, and between his breaths, a purple air flow was faintly driven, and his breath was extremely long.

It didn't take long for the young boy among the three to stand up first, and looked at the two who were still vomiting for a while, then straightened up again, and began to stand up. Looking at his posture, it is exactly the appearance of Yangyuan, and he is obviously cultivating his true qi.

After a while, the man with thick eyebrows and big eyes also stopped breathing and slowly opened his eyes. When I saw the toddler standing on the pile, I was very relieved. Turning his head to see the master who was still spitting out, he sighed in his heart, secretly feeling a little sad. It's been six years, and since six years ago, his martial arts progress has tended to come to a standstill, and now it's even more minimal. Although his martial arts are still counted on the island, and there are few that can be compared on the rivers and lakes, but he is not successful, but it is difficult to be called a top master after all. Thinking of Master's expectations for himself, he didn't feel how he didn't feel it in his heart. It's just that martial arts have reached such a point, and no magic trick can help him, and he can only work hard to realize himself.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be some movement around him, and he couldn't help but look over. Seeing that it was a person in an apricot yellow robe, he hurriedly got up and bowed down, and said, "Master, why are you here!" It was Li Mochou's figure. Although he married Fang Zhixing and Li Mochou's daughter Fang Yuxia as his wife, because he was used to calling him since he was a child, he still called the two of them as master and master.

Seeing Guo Poyu speak out. Li Mochou did not stop it. She knew Fang Zhixing's cultivation and was not worried that this conversation would disturb her husband. said: "The Quanzhen Sect has sent a letter, saying that it is quite urgent. So I'll come and transfer it to your Master. Po Yu, how is your Purple Qi Yun Divine Technique practiced?" Explaining the reason, Li Mochou asked instead. This purple qi condensation method is a method for forging the spirit created by Fang Zhixing according to the method of absorbing vitality from innate strength in addition to contemplating the law, so as to cultivate the spirit at the same time when exhaling the purple qi of the rising sun, which is quite mysterious.

"The disciple is ashamed that he has not yet started. "Hear the words. Guo Poyu lowered his head in some confusion. He knew that this method was very related to his Chaoyang Divine Skill, and once he cultivated it, it could be said that the Chaoyang Divine Skill would be an inevitable achievement, and it could be said that it was one of the methods that Fang Zhixing specially created for him. However, after a few years, Fang Yuxia, who has not transferred to this method, has already cultivated, but he still has not yet started, and he is ashamed in his heart.

When Li Mochou heard this, a burst of regret appeared in his heart. Originally, with Guo Poyu's qualifications, even if his understanding was poor. After so many years of diligent cultivation, he was able to achieve great success. But most of the time he has been on Liuqiu Island for more than ten years, not only is he entangled in chores, but it is also difficult to experience the battles in the rivers and lakes. In this way, the progress of martial arts is naturally slow. If it weren't for the deep accumulation in the past, I'm afraid that Guo Poyu would not even be able to achieve today's martial arts. This situation. It can also be said to be the disadvantage of being trapped in this projectile land, once it is far away from the Central Plains. In the end, it will gradually decline, even decades later. The horizon can also become narrow-minded. Fang Zhixing supported Guo Jing to establish the Anti-Mongolian Democratic League, and he also organized a boxing club, one of the important reasons was that he did not want to cut off contact with the Central Plains and eventually die here.

"Don't be in too much of a hurry, maybe after a while, there will be a turnaround. Li Mochou comforted. Being able to teach Guo Poyu and others to this point, she is naturally very confident in her husband's methods of apprenticeship, knowing that he will definitely be able to come up with a method.

Hearing this, although Guo Poyu knew that it was a word of relief, he still nodded and thanked his wife. He is not very qualified, he has experienced many such things since he was a child, and it can be said that he has long been accustomed to it, and after a moment of loss, he is determined to continue to practice hard in the future.

After another while, the sun had completely risen, Guo Yue had already stopped, and Fang Zhixing also stopped breathing and slowly stood up. Although he was cultivating just now, he was not unaware of the things around him, but he was just not disturbed by it. When he saw Li Mochou, he immediately took the letter from the Quanzhen Sect and began to read it.

"The holy decree of the emperor in the longevity weather force, the great blessing and the shade of the protector: every root of the Xuan Comfort Division, every root of the Daru Huachi in the city and village, every root of the officials, and every root of Mr. Qi Zhenren is the head, and the holy decree of the monk and Mr. is each pair, and the Buddha Xiu wins every head of Mr., and each of the seventeen gentlemen shaves their hair and hands them over to be monks...... This holy decree has been proclaimed in this way, and I have not yet judged the words of the end: the monastery and the fields, the water and the soil refuse to return, and the people who fight for the bottom are guilty. Every monk who has a holy decree should not do it in advance, and do not do anything about the temple, the fields, the water and the soil, and he is not afraid of what is not sinful. The Holy Decree is the end. On the 25th day of February in the 17th year of the Yuan Dynasty, most of them were written from time to time. Fang Zhixing read it again, his brows couldn't help frowning, and he was silent for a long time. Since he returned from Yashan last year, he has been arranging for Guo Poyu and others to reorganize their armies to prepare for the attack of the Meng Yuan Water Division. But unexpectedly, a year later, there was still no movement on the side of the Yuan Dynasty, which made people feel abnormal calmly, and now the arrival of this letter made him feel a stormy atmosphere. After calming down for so long, Kublai Khan finally got started.

"Master, what is this letter talking about? But what's the matter?" asked after a while, Guo Poyu asked beside him.

Hearing this, Fang Zhixing retracted his thoughts and said: "This letter is an edict from Kublai Khan to Senior Brother Qi, saying that it is to completely hand over the occupied temple and burn the so-called 'hypocritical' version of the Taoist scriptures. It seems that Kublai Khan can't do anything about us for the time being, so he will vent his anger on the head of the Quanzhen Sect. ”

"This ...... Master, there is still a lot of vacant land in Liuqiu, can you let all the uncles and brothers of the Quanzhen Sect come over, so that you don't have to worry about the Tartar court. Guo Poyu frowned and said. Over the years, the suppression of the Quanzhen Sect by the Mengyuan Imperial Court has become more and more obvious, and although Guo Poyu has not entered the Tao and is not a real Quanzhen disciple, he is also extremely indignant.

Shaking his head, Fang Zhixing vetoed this proposal. Although the people of the Quanzhen Sect can promote the construction of Liuqiu after they come to Liuqiu, the foundation of the Quanzhen Sect lies in the Central Plains, and the Taoist inheritance is also there, but it must not be abandoned.

"I haven't returned for many years, it seems that I have to go back this time!" Fang Zhixing said. He had already made up his mind about the arrangements of the Quanzhen Sect, and now he took this opportunity to really start implementing them. (To be continued......)