Under one person: I, Zhang Zhiwei, the arrogant Zhang.

Seeing that Lü Ci seemed quite concerned about being the best man, Zhang Zhiwei smiled and asked, "Then who do you think would be the best man from the Sanyi Sect?"

After pondering for a moment, Lü Ci said, "Although I have been to the Sanyi Gate a few times, I don't know many people there. I remember there was someone named Shuiyun Changqing."

"The names of these two people are quite a good match. They sound like mischievous children, like Qingfeng and Mingyue. They seem destined to be servants. Perhaps they would be more suitable to be best men."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei immediately laughed. The names Shuiyun and Changqing actually had a fairy-like feel to them, but after Lü Ci said that, it was hard to go back to that.

Lu Ci continued, "There's another one named Li Muxuan, the one with the timid and coy personality, like an old woman. He should be quite suitable as well."

"Oh right, I just remembered, there's another one named Zhuge, the one who can't keep his mouth shut, kind of like you, Senior Brother Zhang, the one who says everything without thinking..."

Zhang Zhiwei looked at him with annoyance: "You just said you didn't know anyone from the Sanyi Sect, but now that you're talking about it, you're quite the chatterbox. I think you really want to be the best man. I'll talk to Lao Lu later and ask him to add you to the list!"

“Senior Brother Zhang, how can you falsely accuse someone out of thin air? I had no such intention.” Lu Ci said with a serious face, “I have no interest in being a best man. I am more interested in playing pranks on the groom. I have heard that in some places, wedding pranks are popular. They use all sorts of methods to prank the groom, such as stripping him naked, tying him to a tree, and whipping him.”

"Don't even think about it. The Lu family definitely won't pull that trick," Zhang Zhiwei said with a smile.

“That makes sense!” Lü Ci nodded and said, “Then, Senior Brother Zhang, when shall we go over?”

Lu Jin's wedding date is approaching, and many extraordinary forces in the martial arts world have already set off. However, Longhu Mountain remains stable because Zhang Zhiwei can open a lightning passage to reach it quickly.

But Lü Ci was getting impatient. He hadn't seen Lu Jin for a long time and was eager to test his skills against this nemesis.

Zhang Zhiwei laughed and said, "What's the rush? The Lu family is busy with the wedding, and Old Lu is probably busy too. We won't be of much help if we go over there. They'll have to spend their time entertaining them, which would be more of a hindrance than a help."

“Especially you, you might end up fighting with Lao Lu after just a few words. He's been dating for half a year, and you've been plowing in the fields for half a year. If you go and start a fight with him now, isn't that bullying an honest person?”

After saying that, comparing Lu Jin and Lü Ci's situations over the past six months, Lü Ci seemed to have a rather unfortunate fate!

Lu Ci didn't think he was unlucky, but Zhang Zhiwei's words just now reminded him that cultivation is like rowing against the current; if you don't advance, you fall behind. In the past six months, he has been advancing while Lu Jin has been falling behind. It's really a good opportunity to teach Lu Jin a lesson!

Of course, he wasn't someone who didn't know his place, and he wouldn't go so far as to cause trouble for Lu Jin when he got married.

At this thought, Lü Ci suddenly remembered something funny and laughed:
"Senior Brother Zhang, don't worry. This is Old Lu's wedding. In this kind of occasion in front of all the fellow practitioners, I won't be like some people who beat Old Lu until he breaks down, crying and making a scene, so pitiful."

Zhang Zhiwei: "..."

It turns out I was the one who didn't know what was important!
However, recalling Lu Jin's embarrassed state back then, Zhang Zhiwei couldn't help but smile, sighing inwardly that the boy he had beaten to tears back then was now getting married; time really flies.

"By the way, Senior Brother Zhang, what are you planning to give as a wedding gift to Lao Lu this time?" Lu Ci asked.

“I’m a monk, penniless and with nothing to my name. What could I possibly give him? I’m very clear about my role: I’m just here to freeload,” Zhang Zhiwei said with a laugh.

"Freeloading, Senior Brother Zhang, I'm not as shameless as you," Lü Ci said with disdain.

"Oh? What are your ideas? What kind of big gift do you want to give?" Zhang Zhiwei asked.

"How about we give him a beating? We'll owe him for now and make it up to him after he gets married," Lü Ci said with a smile.

"Erbi, who are you going to beat up?" Tian Jinzhong walked over from behind, overheard a few words, and asked.

"Old Tian, ​​that dog is so clumsy and doesn't make a sound when it walks. Be careful, or you'll get a beating," Lu Ci said irritably.

"Give me a beating?" Tian Jinzhong laughed. "Erbi, don't forget, I was the one who won the last sparring match."

The last time Tian Jinzhong mentioned that they sparred was when Lü Ci first came to Longhu Mountain.

At that time, with the help of the divine power bestowed upon him by Zhang Zhiwei through a ritual, he easily defeated Lü Ci. After that, he never sparred with Lü Ci again.

"Why don't you come and try it with me now?" Lu Ci challenged.

Tian Jinzhong laughed and said, "I am now the person in charge of Tiantong Temple, the abbot of the temple. How can I wield a gun and stick, fight and kill, and show off my bravery? If you want to try, try with your senior brother."

“That’s not very interesting,” Lü Ci said.

"Senior brother, when are you going?" Tian Jinzhong said, "Don't forget about me."

“Aren’t you the abbot of Tiantong Temple? You’re such a busy man!” Lü Ci said.

“Old Lu is getting married, even a busy man like me has to go!” Tian Jinzhong said. “Yunhui’s wife came recently, and the two of them are all lovey-dovey. I’m standing there, and I can’t sit still. I might as well make some room for them.”

"Is Xiaotian envious?" Zhang Zhiwei laughed. "Why don't you go find one too?"

"What are you looking for?" Tian Jinzhong asked.

"You know perfectly well why you're asking!" Zhang Zhiwei laughed.

"Find a wife!" Lü Ci said bluntly.

"Vulgar!" Tian Jinzhong spat.

Zhang Zhiwei laughed and said, "Erbi's words are rough but true. Xiaotian, many Taoists on Longhu Mountain have started families. You've recently encountered a bottleneck in your cultivation and it's difficult to make a major breakthrough in a short time. Why don't you go and experience the mortal world? Maybe you can gain some enlightenment."

“Brother Zhang is right!” Lü Ci agreed.

"The more you encounter a bottleneck, the harder it is to make a major breakthrough, the more it is the time to cultivate yourself. I'm not considering these things for now."

Tian Jinzhong said in a serious tone, but his ears inexplicably turned a little red.

Lu Ci, with his sharp eyes, noticed it and laughed, "If that's really the case, why are your ears red?" Tian Jinzhong shook his head, not wanting to say anything more to Erbi, this crude and uncouth man.

Zhang Zhiwei smiled and said, “There are several states of cultivation. The first state is to see through the disturbances of the mortal world, to be single-minded in pursuing the Tao, and to avoid disturbing one’s clear mind with worldly ties and karma. Therefore, one avoids the world to cultivate and remains steadfast in oneness.”

"The second state is to be in the world but have a mind that is detached from it; to blend in with the world and remain pure in a turbid world. Just like a lotus growing in mud, it is immersed in filth but ultimately becomes flawless. This is the clarity of following the way and not being attached to internal or external things."

"Xiaotian, if you really have a girl you like, you don't necessarily have to stick to this sentence from when you were formally cultivating. It's good to stick to something, but if it becomes an obsession, then it's not good."

Upon hearing this, Tian Jinzhong nodded and said, "Senior brother, I'll remember that."

At this moment, Lü Ci looked at Zhang Zhiwei: "Senior Brother Zhang, are you in this second state?"

Zhang Zhiwei paused for a moment before saying, "More or less."

"Will you get married in the future?" Lü Ci asked. "I've observed that many of the Celestial Masters in the Celestial Master's Mansion throughout the ages have gotten married. What about you?"

“Wealth and status are like fleeting clouds to me, and men and women are like dust to me!” Zhang Zhiwei said.

“Me too!” Lü Ci said.

Zhang Zhiwei glanced at Lü Ci and said, "You're probably different. What I said to Xiao Tian earlier applies to you as well. Think things through carefully."

The group chatted for a while before parting ways.

Tian Jinzhong went to Tiantong Temple. After all, it was his senior brother's temple, and he couldn't just sit back and do nothing.

Lu Ci carried his hoe and went to practice his hoeing skills.

Zhang Zhiwei went to teach his apprentices. Although it is said that the master can only lead you to the door, the cultivation depends on the individual, but you still need to be led to the door first.

The initial stage of cultivation is like laying the foundation for building a house; it must be solid. Therefore, Zhang Zhiwei was quite attentive to Fang Qianhe's cultivation.

Of course, Fang Qianhe himself took it very seriously. He even wrote a cultivation diary, recording what Zhang Zhiwei taught him and his daily cultivation process.

At this moment, he is writing in his diary.

On the tenth day of the eleventh lunar month, my master guided my cultivation, taught me the Golden Light Mantra, and personally instructed me in the circulation of Qi. I experienced almost no difficulty whatsoever. The difficulties and doubts that my fellow disciples encountered during their cultivation were completely absent in me. Am I, Fang Qianhe, a genius? No, I can't think that way. It's all thanks to my master's excellent teaching. His guidance is incredibly meticulous. With his teaching abilities, even a pig could learn it, and even a rotten piece of wood could sprout new shoots with the help of Qi.

[On the twelfth day of the eleventh lunar month, after a day of exploration, I finally found the rhythm of Qi circulation. By combining it with the incantations to establish the ritual, I was able to unleash golden light on my own and enter the dual cultivation of life and body. I felt my body had been reborn, and my strength had undergone a qualitative leap and a profound transformation. With my current strength, even if I descended the mountain and entered the mortal world, I should still be a formidable expert.]

[On the thirteenth day of the eleventh lunar month, three slaps shattered the soul of a master. Master, I am just an ordinary person. Perhaps my master is too easygoing. Today, I dared to ask that question, and as a result, I was punished. I will take this as a lesson. I am already a superhuman with control over my abilities, and I can no longer compare myself to ordinary people so easily.]

[On the fourteenth day of winter rain, I discovered that although the golden light on my body was thick, it appeared weak and powerless. My master's golden light, though as thin as a cicada's wing, was as hard as iron. I must take my master as my role model and become harder and thinner.]

On the fifteenth of the eleventh lunar month, I practiced the Golden Light Mantra with my fellow disciples, which I had just mastered. I found that my control over the golden light had improved significantly.

When my senior brother attacks me, my originally weak and powerless golden light hardens the moment they hit me, becoming like metal. The sound of the light striking it is very pleasant.

Meanwhile, Master received a message today saying that a senior uncle from the San Yi Sect named Lu Jin is getting married. Although I don't know this Senior Uncle Lu Jin personally, I've heard of his exploits; he was once beaten to tears by my Master!!

[On the sixteenth day of the eleventh month, I was extremely frustrated. I thought I had mastered some of the tricks of using the Golden Light Mantra, but I found that it was not enough in actual combat. Actual combat is different from sparring. I couldn't react quickly enough and couldn't increase the hardness of the Golden Light in time, so I lost.]

How could I lose? I have truly disgraced my master. He has roamed the martial world for decades without a single defeat, and I have only just begun my cultivation journey, and I have already been defeated. Fang Qianhe, you must strive harder! You cannot tarnish your master's reputation.

[On the 17th of the 11th lunar month, hahaha, I got my revenge! I landed a Bagua Palm strike on that senior brother's face, swelling it up. Although I felt bad, when I thought about how often Master used to slap people's faces, I suddenly felt less guilty.]

[On the third day of the twelfth lunar month, I've been going to Tiantong Temple every day recently to listen to Uncle Tian tell stories about my master's past. Uncle Tian said that when my master was fighting, he never dodged, preferring to use golden light to directly block all moves, which earned him a scolding from his grandmaster for being stubborn.]

……

On the fifth day of the twelfth lunar month, I tried it out. Just like my master, no matter what moves my opponent used, I didn't dodge. I just blocked them with my golden light, then found the right opportunity to defeat them in one strike. It was really exhilarating! Hahaha, I truly deserve to be my master's eldest disciple!

……

On the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month, because I didn't dodge, the senior brother whose face I had previously slapped found an opportunity and shattered my golden light with a combo, and my face was also swollen.

Fang Qianhe, you've truly disgraced your master! You must train yourself to be much tougher in the future, so you don't get beaten up like you did today.

On the eleventh day of the twelfth lunar month, when my master was guiding me in my cultivation, I asked him how to make the golden light harder so that it would not be easily broken.
Master said, "Little Qian, didn't you want to cultivate your life force? Why are you always pursuing the hardness of the golden light?"

Yes, wasn't I supposed to be pursuing life and death like my master? How did I get sidetracked?
Fang Qianhe, Fang Qianhe, is your Dao heart so fragile? You must pull yourself together.

On the twelfth day of the twelfth lunar month, my master gave me a lecture on the Book of Changes. My master's lecture was excellent. "As heaven maintains vigor through movement, a gentleman should constantly strive for self-improvement." I must remember this saying.

Today, my master praised me, saying that I have perseverance. He arranged a very intense training program for me, but I was able to stick to it, which is very commendable.

I actually received praise from my master?! I actually received praise from the number one master in the world, it's like a dream.

A few months ago, I was still a student of the ordination system, worried about whether I would be able to receive the ordination. Now I have become the number one disciple in the world. Am I now considered second only to one person?
In order to continue to receive my master's praise, I must cultivate even more diligently, and truly come to love cultivation, finding joy rather than suffering. This must be a higher realm, just like my Uncle-Master Lü Ci, the Earth-Slaying Madman.

[On the thirteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, Master left today to attend the wedding of Uncle Lu Jin at the Lu family. He also took Uncle Tian and Uncle Lü with him. I originally wanted to ask Master to take me along to broaden my horizons.]

But Uncle Tian said that last time, Master beat Uncle Lu Jin to tears, and Uncle Lu Jin had been trying to get revenge, but he couldn't beat Master.

If I go, they will definitely get their revenge on me and beat me so badly that I'll break down and cry my eyes out. I've thought about it and decided not to go.

It's not that I'm afraid of being beaten to tears. How could I, a dignified man, be beaten to the point of emotional collapse, crying and making a scene like that Uncle Lu Jin?
I was afraid of embarrassing my master. I've only been a disciple for a short time, and my skills are still not proficient. I'll wait until I'm more skilled before going to such occasions. I'll set a small goal: to hone my skills before this martial aunt has a child. (End of Chapter)