Fei Jie said coldly with a dark face, "I am naturally not qualified to question the cultivation methods that Wu Zhu gave to Fan Xian, but I am very curious, why didn't you teach him yourself? After all, he is only five years old. Even if he is indeed gifted and intelligent, such a dangerous thing should be watched over by you, as his mother's servant."

This made sense. Since this nameless true energy mantra was left by Wu Zhu beside Fan Xian's swaddling clothes, he naturally had the obligation to ensure that Fan Xian would not have problems during practice.

Fan Xian glanced at Wu Zhu with embarrassment, but his eyes fixed on the black cloth that had been covering his eyes.

Wu Zhu slowly said, "This was not left for the young master by me, it was left for the young master by the young lady."

"Mechanical." Fei Jie was originally unwilling to offend this blind man, but at this time, his stubbornness also came up, "Your cultivation is so high, even a few casual pointers would prevent Fan Xian from practicing in such a dangerous way."

Wu Zhu paused, and suddenly said, "I have never practiced any true energy."

After saying this, he turned and left dashingly, leaving the stunned master and apprentice in the room.

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"What did he just say?"

"He said he has never practiced... any true energy, and he spoke the word 'any' with particular vicissitude."

Fei Jie looked at Fan Xian's pretentiously mature appearance, and was filled with anger, not understanding how this five-year-old child had learned so many bland witty remarks from some rural place.

"It's really hard to imagine that a person without internal energy can actually fight the Flowing Cloud Scattered Hand of the Four Grandmasters to a draw."

"Although Ye Liuyun was still using a sword at that time, and hadn't yet developed the scattered hand."

"Teacher," Fan Xian asked respectfully, "Is it possible for someone without internal true energy to be as powerful as Uncle Wu Zhu?"

Fei Jie frowned and thought, and said, "Then unless every one of his movements is precise to a terrifying degree, so that he can use the iron skewer in his hand to insert it into the opponent's vital point before they can react."

Fan Xian naturally remembered the night when he first descended into this world, when the blind boy carried him on his back, holding a constantly dripping iron skewer in his hand.

"However... this kind of speed and strength shouldn't be achievable by humans."

Fei Jie shook his head, then coughed twice again, quickly sat down at the desk, and looked at Fan Xian solemnly: "Little fellow, if you can avoid practicing this skill, it's best not to. With the things your teacher teaches you, I guarantee that in the future, only others will be afraid of you."

"I will consider it, teacher," Fan Xian replied maturely.

Fei Jie thought for a while, went to the bedside and took down a small medicine pouch, and handed it to Fan Xian's small hand: "Take this, this medicine is very expensive. If you ever practice wrongly in the future, remember to take one pill, and take it with a large amount of water."

Fan Xian held the medicine pouch in his hand, knowing that this medicine must be very precious, and nodded: "Thank you, teacher, for the medicine."

Fei Jie smiled and looked at the child in front of him who was like a little adult, and suddenly said, "Isn't it strange? I was obviously forced by your father to come to Danzhou to teach you, so why am I still so good to you now?"

Fan Xian did not speak, but looked at him with a grateful expression.

Fei Jie smiled and shook his head, and stroked Fan Xian's head: "Maybe I'm really getting old, and it's indeed worth being happy to have such a smart student like you."

"Now, don't think about the Earl's Mansion in the capital yet." Fei Jie said sternly, "Although you are still young, I hope you remember what I am about to say."

Seeing that his teacher was speaking so cautiously, Fan Xian quickly stood at attention to listen.

"Your family's affairs are far more complicated than you imagine. What is involved here is not just your own survival, but may also involve more lives, so you must be cautious. In the years before you grow up, you must learn to protect yourself, so that you will have more strength to protect others in the future."

"Who will I... protect in the future?" Fan Xian asked with some confusion.

Fei Jie smiled and pointed to his nose: "For example, people like me who can't be separated from you anymore."

Fan Xian nodded as if he understood, thinking to himself that this matter really seemed quite complicated. He had lived two lives and still couldn't figure out what these old comrades were playing at.

"Alright, go back to your room first, remember to take good care of yourself, and it's best not to practice that evil overbearing kung fu."

Fan Xian obediently returned to his room. As soon as he entered, he saw Wu Zhu sitting quietly in the corner. There was no light, only darkness, yet the black cloth covering his eyes was thicker than the night.

"Uncle," Fan Xian bowed his head in salute.

Wu Zhu's voice came from the corner, flat, straight, clear and secluded: "That book is divided into two volumes. The first volume is called Badao (霸道), the second volume has no name. This is the book that the young lady left for you, so when you were young, I put it by your side. I have not practiced these worldly cultivation methods, so I cannot teach you, but I think since it is called Badao Volume, it is normal for the Qi to be more overbearing... If you encounter problems during practice, it is your own problem."

After saying this, a piece of black cloth disappeared from Fan Xian's eyes.

"What a simple and crude explanation, what an indifferent, strange person." Fan Xian sighed, climbed onto the bed, took out the nameless book from the secret compartment, and thought to himself that in fact, during the process of practicing, he also discovered that after the true energy filled the dantian, it did not follow the meridians according to his will, but instead, a part of it flowed against the channel of the empty mansion, directly pouring into the Xue Shan Guan (雪山关) above the kidney gate at the back of his waist.

The Xue Shan Guan (雪山关) connects to the spine. Fan Xian, whether in his previous life or this life, had learned from Fei Jie that the nerve bundles there went straight to the brain, which was the most critical part of the human body. A slight carelessness could lead to disability and lying in bed.

However, the Badao (霸道) true energy that Fan Xian cultivated in his body every day during his afternoon meditation would become much more stable and quiet after passing through the Xue Shan (雪山) at the back of his waist, and that feeling of dryness and madness would also disappear, replaced by a feeling of comfort and ease all over his body, like eating ice cream in the summer.

He had been practicing like this since he was one year old. Could it be that he had been practicing wrong from the beginning? Fan Xian had no confidence in walking a crooked path in the martial arts path of this world, but like a person drinking poison to quench thirst, he could no longer escape this happy bondage. If he stopped practicing now, the overbearing true energy in his body would one day break through this stinky skin.

The blind man Wu Zhu said that if he couldn't practice successfully, it was Fan Xian's own problem.

And Fan Xian was thinking at this time, to practice or not to practice, that was the real question.