The wizard era begins with the alchemist wizard

Chapter 361: Ten Years of Training
Hundreds of years have passed since Richard last entered the secret mountain realm.

This period of time is enough for a mortal dynasty to change dynasties and then decline, but for the secret realm, it is just a moment.

After entering the secret realm, Richard followed the route in his memory and came to Changshan Temple where he practiced Buddhism in the past.

Compared to the last time I came, Changshan Temple is now very deserted.

Boom boom boom!
Richard landed in front of the gate of Changshan Temple and knocked hard on the door.

Soon, there was a rumbling sound, and two old dwarves opened the mountain gate.

These two old dwarves are both at level two in strength, and their aged faces look as if cast from iron.

"Who is visiting Changshan Temple?"

They looked carefully and saw a man in black robe standing outside the door. Why did his face look so familiar?
"Masters, do you still remember me?" Richard smiled at the two dwarves. "More than six hundred years ago, I once practiced here."

The two old dwarves thought for a while, and one of them suddenly raised his head, as if he had thought of something.

"Master Richard!" the old dwarf exclaimed, and then he was about to prostrate himself on Richard.

Richard stopped him immediately upon seeing this: "No, no, no. Master, just remember me. Why do you have to do such a big ceremony?"

But the old dwarf was very stubborn, and even though Richard had supported him, he still insisted on saluting.

The old dwarf on the other side was reminded of this and also remembered who Richard was.

Without saying a word, he fell to the ground with a thud and prostrated himself before Richard.

"Hey, what are you doing!?"

Richard looked at the dwarf lying on the ground and said helplessly.

"Without the master's guidance, we will just sit in this secret realm until we die. How can we return to the mountain world and rebuild the Taoist tradition of Changshan Temple?"

Hearing this, Richard immediately understood why these dwarves respected him so much.

His words of advice to the abbot of Changshan Temple now seem to have come true.

These mountain dwarves actually returned to the mountain world and rebuilt their orthodoxy.

Looking at the stubborn dwarf in front of him, Richard simply let him go and allowed him to salute.

This group of mountain dwarves are even more stubborn than the magic dwarves in the wizarding world.

After the ceremony, the two old dwarves took Richard into Changshan Temple.

Changshan Temple is very deserted nowadays. Apart from the old dwarf, Richard didn't even see a dwarf disciple.

"Have all your disciples been sent out of the secret realm?" Richard asked doubtfully.

"Yes, sir." An old dwarf replied respectfully, "All the disciples in the temple have been sent out of the secret realm to rebuild Changshan Temple."

"Then what are you doing here?"

"Sir, we are Changshan Temple's insurance." Another old dwarf replied, "The environment of the mountain world is not ideal. The wars in the early years have created many life-forbidden areas in the mountain world. Changshan Temple is on the edge of a forbidden area."

Richard nodded thoughtfully and didn't ask any more questions.

Coming deep into the temple, Richard met the manager of the secret Changshan Temple.

And when Richard saw the dwarf, he began to laugh.

"Abbot, long time no see."

The manager of the secret Changshan Temple is the abbot of Changshan Temple who had done business with Richard back then.

The abbot came before Richard, fell to the ground with a plop, and bowed himself prostrating himself.

Then he stood up and said with a smile: "I haven't seen you for many years. The master's progress is amazing. In just over 600 years, you have been promoted from the second ring to the third ring.

This speed really makes me ashamed."

Richard smiled and waved his hand: "It's just some opportunities."

"Then I wonder why you are here this time, sir?"

Richard sighed and said slowly: "Although my strength has improved over the years, I have neglected to hone my combat skills.

Now I have become a third-ring wizard, but my skills are not as good as some second-ring wizards.

So I came here this time to improve my fighting skills."

"Improve your skills..." The abbot pondered for a moment, then said with some hesitation, "Master, how long can you stay this time?

Improving skills cannot be achieved overnight.

Without long-term practice, no one can have the skill to control and release freely."

"Don't worry about that, Abbot." Richard replied, "I can practice in Changshan Temple for ten years this time. If that's not enough, twenty or thirty years will also be fine."

"That's no problem." The abbot said with a smile, "I'll go find someone to clean up the room where the master lived.

Starting tomorrow, I will personally serve as the master's sparring partner."

Richard clasped his hands together and said, "Thank you, Master."

……

The next morning, Richard woke up from meditation and slowly walked to the martial arts field.

In the martial arts arena, the abbot, dressed in a dark blue monk's uniform, was already waiting for Richard's arrival.

"Master, you have been slacking off." The abbot said with a serious expression, "Since you have come to Changshan Temple, please ask us to help you improve your skills.

Then we will do our best to fulfill your request. And you, please try your best to cooperate with us.

If you have any special circumstances, I hope you can let me know in advance. "

Richard put his hands together and bowed slightly to the abbot: “I meditated at the wrong time, I won’t do that again.

In addition, I need to visit the Heart of the Mountain for an hour every day.”

The abbot replied, "Yes."

Richard took off his wizard robe, revealing the training clothes underneath.

The wizard robe is indeed a bit cumbersome for close combat. But this can't be blamed on the wizard robe, because wizards are noble mages, and mages don't know how to fight in close combat.

After making preparations, Richard's figure suddenly disappeared with a bang, leaving only a pair of clearly visible footprints on the bluestone ground.

When the abbot heard the voice, his expression remained unchanged. He just lowered his body and a strong wind flashed past his head.

"Master, you are too slow." said the abbot.

Before he finished speaking, the abbot's body suddenly shook, and faint magic patterns appeared in his strong body, moving around like a living thing.

Richard saw this and his heart was alarmed. However, before he could make any move, an unprecedented sense of oppression came over him like a mountain. Then, a fist as big as a mountain, as if it had passed through the limitations of space, appeared in front of Richard's chest in an instant.

boom!
A huge sonic boom resounded throughout the training ground, and Richard's figure shot out like a cannonball.

The abbot put his fists away and stood still, looking quietly in the direction where Richard flew backwards.

Richard fell to the ground with a big hole in his chest.

"Shh, that's fast."

Richard stood up from the ground, holding his chest. The abbot's punch didn't seem to have much power, but it was a manifestation of great skill without effort.

Richard felt at least three forces in this punch.

A spiral force broke through his magic barrier, a mental force intimidated his mind, and finally a huge force knocked him away.

"Abbot, your Changshan boxing skills have improved further," Richard praised.

The abbot nodded slightly, "Thanks to the master's mushrooms, the injuries on my soul have been fully recovered, allowing me to further improve this boxing technique."

In the past, he was constrained by the injuries of his soul and could only let his Changshan boxing skills fade away.

But now that his injuries have healed, he naturally cannot let this unique skill he created grow old.

With the help of flesh and blood manipulation and blood seeds, Richard's chest injury quickly recovered.

The two soon fought again.

Bang! Boom! Boom...

After a long time, the martial arts performance ended, and Richard dragged his exhausted body to the location of the heart of the mountain.

"Hiss, this dwarf is really trying his best, but he is also really stupid." Richard covered his head and complained in his heart.

Although the abbot held back his strength during the fight and didn't really use his strength, his Changshan Fist still had a significant impact on Richard's soul.

So much so that Richard's head is a little groggy now.

Shaking his head, Richard tried to make himself more clear.

In front of him, the luxurious mountain heart had not changed at all, and it still looked the same as when Richard saw it hundreds of years ago.

For the mountains, a few hundred years is just a moment.

Transforming his vision into energy vision, Richard began to carry out the work he had unfinished hundreds of years ago - completing the Heart of the Mountain rune.

……

The days of training were very boring, and Richard had nothing to do except practicing martial arts with the abbot every day.

The rest of the time is either spent observing the Heart of the Mountain or learning the traditions of Changshan Temple.

Yes, as a distinguished guest of Changshan Temple, Richard can learn the traditions of Changshan Temple at will.

Time passed quickly, and Richard continued to grow stronger.

It took him a year to transform himself from being full of weaknesses and being defeated by the abbot with one punch to being able to win with two punches.

Then, just three months later, it took three blows for the abbot to defeat Richard.

Then, four punches, five punches, six punches... After adapting to physical combat, Richard was improving at a speed almost visible to the naked eye.

He was like a dried sponge, constantly absorbing the skills of the many combat masters of Changshan Temple.

Then, like a melting pot, he melted these skills into his own things.

……

boom!boom!boom……

Huge sonic booms continued to sound in the training ground. Two blurry figures intertwined and entangled in the training ground. Their speed was so fast that it even exceeded the limit of the naked eye. Only the afterimages left by their movement could be vaguely captured, appearing and disappearing like ghosts.

Although both sides deliberately restrained their strength and tried to accurately target each other with their attacks to avoid causing excessive damage to the surrounding environment.

But even so, the solid bluestone ground beneath their feet could not withstand the aftermath of the battle.

Cracks spread rapidly on the bluestone like a spider web, and then shattered into powder with a loud bang.

boom!
There was a loud noise, and the two fighting figures suddenly separated. The tall figure flew backwards, leaving only a short figure in the place.

"Master, you win." The short figure gave a heartfelt compliment, "In just ten years, you have forced me to use my full strength.

Such talent really makes us speechless."

Richard stood up from the ground and dusted himself off.

"So the master has been tying his own hands and feet to fight me?"

The abbot shook his head and said, "Master, your physique is far inferior to mine. If I use all my strength, wouldn't that just be bullying the weak?"

After ten years of practice, Richard finally won once, although it was only with one move.

A crack opened behind Richard, and the witch's voice came from behind the crack.

"Master Richard, your time is up."

Richard straightened his clothes and bowed respectfully to the abbot.

"Abbot, I have to leave now. Please take care of yourself."

The abbot put his hands together and said in return: "May the spirits of the mountains and rivers protect you and make you undefeated in all battles."

(End of this chapter)