Chapter 49

"Potential is illusory and invisible, and can't really affect others, but immortals are different."

The golden mans in his hands whirled around and seemed to have life. Each track was different. Yang Xuan looked at them carefully. After a while, these golden mans suddenly left the city master's palm and jumped into the rice paper.

"Reiki is the foundation of all things. It can be integrated into all things in the world, just like weapons and human bodies, and potential can also be. When Reiki is integrated, the original illusory and invisible potential is infinitely amplified and given an entity, and the momentum in my mouth refers to this entity."

The old city owner talked to himself and immediately touched the rice paper with one hand. Suddenly, a pressure filled the whole house in an instant.

Yang Xuan only felt that his body sank and seemed to be suppressed. Fortunately, this force was not strong, and even he could barely support it.

"Do you know why Xu Xiang's words are highly respected?"

The old city Lord suddenly changed the topic and asked.

Yang Xuan pondered for a moment, but just shook his head. He knew very well that the matter in the meantime was not as simple as he thought, and the old city Lord was teaching him now.

"Xu Xiang's calligraphy attainments are indeed very high, but another reason why he is respected is his accomplishments."

"Accomplishments?" Yang Xuan's eyebrows frowned tightly and he didn't know why.

"That's right. Xu Xiang's cultivation skills are involved in nature, which outsiders can't imagine, and this leads to his great potential. Even if he just writes a simple kill word, if he has a heart, ordinary people will be killed at a glance."

"And this trend, we usually call it coercion."

Yang Xuan was silent. This time he didn't marvel. Instead, he thought of the pressure emanating from the old city Lord earlier. That pressure almost made him out of breath.

The old town leader saw that he didn't speak and didn't care. He continued: "in fact, I don't need to say more about this ability. You will naturally understand it in the future. However, I think you have some attainments in calligraphy. It's a pity not to use it."

"Thank you, city Lord." Yang Xuan hugged his fist with both hands. He learned well this time and didn't dare to salute.

The old city Lord waved his hand, yawned and said, "well, that's all for today. I'll give you the way. As for these words, just stay here."

With that, he turned around and waited for Ruo to give the order to leave.

Yang Xuan is not stupid either. He hugged his fist and said, "boy, leave."

With that, he went straight out of the hut. As soon as Fang went out, he saw Zhou Sheng standing outside the door.

Zhou Sheng's eyes are very narrow and long, giving people the illusion that he is always narrowing. If it weren't for the warm smile on his face, Yang Xuan would think he was asleep.

"How's brother Yang doing today?"

Before Yang Xuan opened his mouth, Zhou Sheng asked with a smile.

"Not... Not bad."

Yang Xuan suddenly remembered the first pair of words he saw. His eyes were strange. Looking at the gentle man in blue, he didn't know how to answer, so he had to perfunctory at will.

Zhou Sheng didn't care. He pointed to his back and said, "the carriage is ready. He will directly send brother Yang back to Yang's house. If you need anything, just tell the coachman. I won't go next."

"Thank you, brother Zhou."

Yang Xuan clasped his fists and said something seriously. He immediately walked in the direction he pointed out.

"My Lord."

In the hut, Zhou Sheng walked slowly into it and stood behind the old city master.

"Xiao Zhou, help me watch the child when you're free. If you can help me in any trouble, it's a good seedling."

"What if... Involves those?"

Zhou Sheng's smile disappeared and asked with a little hesitation.

The cabin was quiet for a long time.

"Do your best. We can't interfere too much. I hope he can make progress today. In the end, he has to go by himself."

The carriage was moving forward smoothly. Yang Xuan sat in the carriage, frowning and staring.

This state was maintained until the Yang family got out of the carriage, and he immediately plunged into the small yard.

In the early days, the old city owner had taught him to integrate into the momentum. He didn't know the true meaning. Now it seems that he is suddenly enlightened.

In the shabby hut, a piece of rice paper was quietly spread out.

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"Alas, have you heard? Yang Xuan is crazy!"

"Yang Xuan? Which Yang Xuan?"

"What else can it be? Of course it's the one in the broken yard. You don't know. He has been writing in the yard every day for a while. The waste paper written every day can be stacked in a room. It's useless even for the patriarch to advise."

"The one in the later stage of the first stage?"

"Yes! Now he doesn't even practice. It's true. The patriarch also taught him a middle-class skill."

In the Yang family, a young boy was talking with hatred, and his eyes were quite angry. After hearing this, the people next to him showed a similar look.

As early as after the big match, when Yang Dingshan compensated Yang Xuan for a skill, there were a lot of gossip in the clan, but the prestige of the clan leader soon disappeared.

Now, the rumor that Yang Xuan was addicted to calligraphy all day and even gave up cultivation suddenly aroused the resentment of many people.

The big ratio of the three families is only more than half a month now. The other four people in the family are practicing in isolation. Only Yang Xuan doesn't seem to take it as one thing.

Most importantly, in the past two months, three people in the family have broken through to the later stage of the first stage. One of them broke through within two days after the end of Dabi. Many people think that if he broke through earlier, he might be able to compete for the top five.

This regret was nothing, but when Yang Xuan slackened, it became the talk of many people.

Many young people have put forward their own views and want to give those who have made a breakthrough a chance. After all, Yang Xuan's practice is irresponsible to the family in their view.

However, this idea was rejected by Yang Dingshan as soon as it was put forward.

In the small courtyard, the originator of all this did not have the slightest consciousness.

Another piece of rice paper was crumpled into a ball and thrown outside the door. There, a pile of paper with a height of one person has blocked the narrow entrance, and even the sun can't get in.

"Is it because the realm is insufficient, so it's too reluctantly? After so long, there's still no progress at all. The potential in the word can only be integrated into 67 / 10 at most."

He rubbed some messy hair, and the black spots on his plain cloth gown were very conspicuous.

Since he returned to Yang's house last time, he has been living in the house. He practiced according to the method of the old city master professor. He didn't save anything in the first two days. Later, after getting familiar with it, he can finally integrate the potential into some. However, now he seems to have encountered a bottleneck.

For nearly four or five days, no matter how hard he practices and understands, it is always difficult to make progress.