Master of Great Calamity

On the second day, when Fang Yuan got up, he was full of energy and radiant.

The path of practice is mysterious and difficult, and every step you take needs to be cautious and careful, and each person is different, so even if you practice the same method, the subtleties are different, and no one can completely copy the path of practice of others. For practitioners, this is like choosing a path that allows them to go further in the complicated and scattered paths in front of them.

If you are not careful, you will die.

But Fang Yuan is different, he now has the ability to see the right choice from the mess!

Although he has just started now, with this kind of help, he has no fear of the road ahead!

Eh? Brother Fang, I see that you are in good spirits today!

When Fang Yuan arrived in front of the Hall of Miscellaneous Affairs, Steward Sun and others were already waiting there. When they saw Fang Yuan approaching, they felt that his complexion was very good. They looked him up and down, and were slightly surprised. Steward Sun was a little curious, and said, Eh, I read correctly... Your aura has grown a lot, it seems that you have grown up overnight?

That's right, I practiced last night, and by accident, I was lucky enough to break through a barrier...

Fang Yuan smiled and answered with some satisfaction.

Sigh, Junior Brother Fang is very human. If you keep up this momentum, you might be admitted to the inner sect in the future!

When the other handymen saw it, they couldn't help being amazed.

With their realm, they still can't really see Fang Yuan's cultivation, but Fang Yuan's practice and diligence are all seen in their eyes.

In addition, Fang Yuan's whole body is indeed much stronger, so he doesn't mind to praise him a few words.

Hmph, if it's so easy to enter the inner gate, I'm afraid there will be no servants in the fairy gate!

Amidst the praise, there was also a handyman who said sarcastically.

But he was a burly and sturdy man in his thirties, with a second-level qi training. Fang Yuan didn't mind after hearing this. He knew that this man, named Song Kui, was a top among the handyman disciples.

Haha, it's a good thing that Junior Brother Fang is practicing hard. If he can really get admitted to the inner sect in the future, then our handyman supervisor will also have a bright face. Okay, let's not say more, let's go, and try to clean up the scripture hall as soon as possible, so it will be easy!

Sun Guanshi cleared the siege with a few words, and then led the people to board the wooden kite, and spread their wings to fly towards Xiaozhu Peak.

Who is that, I heard that you are very diligent, then tidy up my row of bookshelves...

This time, Steward Sun assigned work very meticulously. He saw yesterday that the other servants were slacking off, and only Fang Yuan was working seriously. This time, everyone assigned a piece to save these guys from being lazy.

Oh well!

Fang Yuan hesitated for a moment, then agreed.

This Song Kui is a tyrant among the servants of the Immortal Sect, and it is difficult for newcomers to escape from his clutches, but Fang Yuan is different from others. First of all, he was brought into the fairy gate by Uncle Qiao, the deacon of the immortal gate, and secondly, after entering the immortal gate, he has always been close to steward Sun, so Song Kui has not come to pester him.

But now, it seems that Fang Yuan's hard work made the bully a little dissatisfied to some extent. At this time, he clearly wanted to find fault. Fang Yuan is a character who doesn't want to cause trouble, but he doesn't want to start a fight with him!

snort!

Seeing that Fang Yuan followed good advice, Song Kui looked a little dissatisfied, twisted his neck, and walked away ferociously.

I'm an honest person, but I don't want to fight bravely with these people...

Fang Yuan thought about it, and went into the scripture hall with his hands behind his back.

He doesn't mind doing more work in this scripture hall.

As long as he can get in touch with these practice scriptures more, he is willing to let him live here.

In fact, he was a little moved now, wondering if he would give Steward Sun some benefits and let him arrange a job for himself to guard the scripture hall. Ten years of hard study has made him develop a good habit of reading. Going without a book for a day is like a pervert who hasn't seen a woman for a year.

Just like that, while tidying up, casually flipping through the books in his hand, time passed slowly.

Junior Brother Fang, take a break first!

Until noon, when Steward Sun sent someone to call Fang Yuan for dinner, he was still holding a book and reading it with great enjoyment.

Usually, Fang Yuan and his disciples would go to the Lingshan Hall over the Miscellaneous Prison for meals, but now the work in the scripture hall was not finished, and running back and forth was troublesome, so they stayed in the small bamboo peak. Manager Sun had someone deliver the meals, so they sat around a big bluestone in the bamboo forest, ate something simple, and then went back to the scripture hall to continue their work.

Thinking of the good volumes he read this morning, Fang Yuan was in a good mood, and ate an extra bowl of rice.

Hey, isn't this Senior Brother Fang Yuanfang?

Just when he was about to finish his meal, he suddenly heard a laugh, right beside him.

Fang Yuan turned his head in some surprise, and saw a few more men and women by the gazebo not far away. The handsome men and the charming women were all disciples of this fairy sect, and the speaker was standing beside the crowd over there, wearing a red robe and carrying a simple long sword on his back.

Seeing this person, Fang Yuan was also startled, and put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hand!

He had seen Zhou Qingyue on this peak yesterday, and he didn't want to meet him face to face, but unexpectedly, he still met him!

The other servants were startled when they saw a disciple of the Immortal Sect talking to Fang Yuan, and looked at him with complicated eyes. Next to Zhou Qingyue, the disciples of the Immortal Sect also asked curiously, Junior Brother Zhou, do you know this servant?

Zhou Qingyue smiled and said: It's not just that I know you. You may not know who this is. Do you know who this is? He is the famous Fang Yuan. He was originally the top of the fairy list in this year's Fairy Hall Examination. It's a pity that the subject of Daoyuan Zhenjie was cancelled, haha...

That laughter sounded a bit harsh, Fang Yuan had a faint urge to put the porridge bowl in his hand on his face.

So it was him?

Hearing this, the disciples of the immortal sect had different expressions.

They were no strangers to each other, Fang Yuan was once recognized as the number one in the immortal list, that is to say, they all lost to him in the assessment, thinking that this former leader appeared in front of him in the clothes of a handyman, and the eyes he looked at Fang Yuan became complicated. Some people smiled knowingly, while others looked Fang Yuan up and down.

Thank you for your concern, everything is fine!

These gazes made Fang Yuan unhappy, and he was unwilling to say more, so he saluted curtly and stood up.

Haha, it's really good. Senior Brother Fang fits the handyman's clothes very well...

Zhou Qingyue laughed and looked around, very satisfied.

You are Fang Yuan?

But at this moment, among the disciples of the Immortal Sect, there was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old woman in a white dress with an outstanding temperament and a very pleasant appearance. She walked over in surprise, gave a light gift, looked at Fang Yuan with great interest, and said with a smile: I've heard of your name before. I passed by Taiyue City once and wanted to pay a visit to you. I didn't expect to meet you here!

Junior Sister Qiao, you...

Zhou Qingyue obviously didn't expect the woman to be so polite, so he opened his mouth in confusion.

But that junior sister Qiao ignored him, looked at Fang Yuan with a smile and said, Senior brother Fang, I have heard about your case. It is an unfair fate, but I can't blame you. My little sister admires your knowledge very much. I wonder if I can come to the pavilion to talk about it?

Hearing this, the other disciples of the Immortal Sect were also slightly taken aback, wondering why Junior Sister Xiao Qiao took the initiative to invite her.

Fang Yuan turned his head and glanced at her. He didn't know whether this beautiful woman was sincere or just being sarcastic like others, but he didn't intend to have too much interaction with these immortal disciples at this time, so he shook his head and said, I don't have any knowledge, the true understanding of Dao Yuan is fake, and my belly is also a fake. Don't bother the brothers Qingxiu, I still have some work to do!

With that said, he cupped his fists, turned around and walked outside the forest.

Hehe, Senior Brother Fang was so domineering, why is it like a mouse seeing a cat when he sees me now?

Zhou Qingyue saw him on the side, with a playful smile on his face, as if showing off on purpose, he reached out and grabbed the ground, between his five fingers, green air lingered, and a withered yellow maple leaf floated up on the ground, like an arrow flying out of the string.

With a sound of whoosh, the dead leaf hit Fang Yuan's head, turned into pieces, and flew to the ground.

Fang Yuan's footsteps stopped immediately.

Be proud...