Master of Great Calamity

Since Xianmen does not eat after noon, there is no need to go to the Lingshan Hall for dinner, just read a book and study hard!

After secretly thinking about the things before and after the initiation, Fang Yuan made a preliminary plan for his practice.

Now that he has entered the fairy gate, what awaits him is naturally a new round of cultivation plan.

He also knows that his current weakness is that one is a blank piece of paper in spells, the other is that his practice is still shallow, and he has not reached the third level of Dzogchen in Qi training, and the third is that he has always been self-study in pills, arrays, utensils, and talismans. Although he has worked hard, he probably still has many shortcomings.

That night, after reading books for three hours as usual, Fang Yuan sat cross-legged on the bed, meditating and practicing.

The breeze flowed gently through the mountains, like a lover's hand brushing against the face. When the first ray of sunlight climbed onto the bed in the morning, Fang Yuan woke up from the state of cross-legged breathing. Looking at the brightness outside the window, he slowly let out a breath and showed a smile.

The treatment for the disciples of the Immortal Sect was really different. During the one-night practice, he discovered that the area where the disciples lived was rich in aura, far from being comparable to the handyman area he lived in before. Fang Yuan reckoned that a huge spirit-gathering array should be arranged around the small bamboo peak, which could attract the aura from the mountains, creating such a practice site with a very strong aura.

Of course, another more important reason is that he has the ten spirit stones rewarded by the fairy gate. Of course, he doesn't have to be as shabby as before. Firstly, the aura of the place where he practiced is rich, and secondly, the quality of the cultivation resources is high, which actually made his cultivation level improve a lot yesterday and overnight!

Today, he has officially stepped into the middle level of the third level of Qi training, and is one step closer to the Great Perfection.

The cultivation conditions of the Immortal Sect are so excellent, it's like heaven. I really don't know why those disciples of the Immortal Sect can't improve their cultivation!

I thought to myself, but I didn't understand.

After cleansing the face with clean water and cleansing the mouth with willow branches, Fang Yuan tidied up a bit and then walked to the Spiritual Dining Hall.

I thought in my heart that after breakfast, I can go to the Tibetan scripture hall to borrow the secret tome of spells, and I am still looking forward to it.

There were even a lot of disciples from the Immortal Sect in the Lingshan Hall, and they talked loudly while eating, and the atmosphere was very good, but when they saw Fang Yuan coming in, the voices of these people suddenly dropped, with an indescribable sense of depression, that is, when someone saw Fang Yuan, a smile appeared on his face, and he wanted to come forward to say hello, but when he sensed the atmosphere around him, he just smiled wryly.

Fang Yuan was a little puzzled, but he was plain by nature and not good at making friends, so he didn't go into it. He just smiled and nodded to the immortal disciples, then took the meal, and sat alone to enjoy it. Although he was polite, he didn't deliberately get close to others.

The meals in Xiaozhufeng Lingshan Hall are much better than Jade Bee Cliff. Many of them are great supplements that can only be found in the cultivation world. Fang Yuan can be regarded as an eye-opener. While eating and feeling the abundant spiritual energy inside, he lamented how generously treated the disciples of the Immortal Sect are!

When I was in the Hall of Miscellaneous Affairs, I only knew that the disciples of the immortal sect had one spirit stone per month, but the servants only had two low-level qi training pills. Only now did I realize that it was not just a gap in resources. This kind of abundance was reflected in all aspects, from basic necessities of life, to meeting the needs of cultivation. All kinds of conditions were not comparable to the disciples of the servants. No wonder these people practiced so fast!

when……

After finishing his breakfast, Fang Yuan was about to go to the Sutra Hall to borrow the secret spells, but he heard several clear bells ringing from the forest east of Xiaozhufeng.

Hurry up, there is an elder preaching today, if you go late, you won't have a good seat!

After hearing these people's words, Fang Yuan remembered that Lu Qinghe had told him that when the bell rang, even if there was an elder preaching, don't wash the bowls and chopsticks, put them on the table, and follow the flow of people in the mountain to the place where the bell sounded.

This was the first time he had listened to the elder preach, so naturally he couldn't miss it, and it would not be too late to borrow the secret book after listening to the sermon.

In the mountain forest, beside a clear river, there is a white jade altar. At this time, the disciples of the immortal sect are all sitting around the altar, quietly waiting for the arrival of the elders. At this time, the altar is full of people, and those who are late, they all find people they are familiar with and sit down.

Hehe, Junior Brother Fang, there is still a seat here...

Beside the big tree, a blue-robed disciple was sitting. When he saw Fang Yuan approaching, he smiled and greeted him softly.

Thank you, brother!

Fang Yuan thanked him and was about to walk over when he suddenly heard a light cough not far away.

The blue-robed disciple was stunned for a moment, and looked at that place in embarrassment, then turned around and stopped looking at Fang Yuan.

Fang Yuan also stopped and looked up.

On a boulder not far away, Wu Qingzheng, a female disciple in green robe, looked over with indifferent eyes.

Seeing her, Fang Yuan frowned again.

It seems that the second head of the Qingfeng Poetry Club has a lot of prestige among the disciples of this immortal sect.

Since she publicly expressed her dislike for herself, others would, more or less, alienate herself.

Fang Yuan was also very helpless about this. Yesterday Lu Qinghe reminded himself to ask her to forgive her, but he didn't take it seriously. As for the faint intention of ostracism, the other party said that he didn't take it seriously at all.

If you want to crowd out, just crowd out, anyway, there are so many places to sit around this platform, can't there be room for yourself?

Thinking like this, he didn't want to cause more troubles other than practice, so he simply turned around, walked to a rock on the outside and sat down, this place was already very far away from the Taoist platform, Wu Qing sneered when he saw it, as if he was very satisfied.

The surrounding disciples who noticed this small detail secretly looked at each other and smiled wryly.

I offended Senior Sister Wu Qing just after I entered the Immortal Sect. It seems that this handyman disciple's path in the Immortal Sect is not very easy...

They all sighed in their hearts, even if someone noticed Fang Yuan at first and wanted to make friends with him, but now seeing the attitude of Qingfeng Poetry Society, they gave up this idea. After all, Fang Yuan is not worth their enmity with Qingfeng Poetry Society!

The elder is here!

Soon, someone yelled, and saw a sword light flying towards the northwest corner of the sky. When it came close, it stopped suddenly. It was an old man wearing a gray robe and stepping on a flying sword.

Meet the elder!

Seeing the elder sitting still, all the disciples of the immortal sect respectfully saluted.

Hehe, don't be too polite!

The elder said with a smile, and sighed: In fact, now, I don't think there is much need to call you to preach. In the past year or so, all the things that should be passed on to you have been passed on, and the rest is up to you to comprehend the rest. However, the old man just heard that a handyman passed the test recently and was admitted to the fairy gate. Where is he?

Hearing that the elder came up, he asked Fang Yuan, and all the disciples looked at him in unison.

It seemed that this handyman was quite popular, even this Elder Qingxiu, who didn't care about world affairs, was alarmed and came to see him specially.

The disciple is here!

After Fang Yuan heard this, he also hurriedly got up and bowed his hands in salute.

The elder looked him up and down, and said with a smile: Your cultivation is weaker than I thought, but I heard that you have good talent, and your swordsmanship is also quite talented, but I don't know, how are the rest of the five ways of Dan, array, technique, talisman, and weapon?

Before now, I have been studying and pondering by myself, and there are still many shortcomings!

Fang Yuan thought for a while, then answered in a low voice, but what he said was the truth.

The elder heard this, shook his head, and said: On the way of seeking the Tao, you must not be arrogant or humble. You must have heard of the rules of our Qingyang Sect. If you want to pass on the four methods of Qingyang, you must first pass the six questions of the immortal stele. These six questions are about your cultivation, alchemy, formation, spells, talisman seals, and the last artifact. Let's see if you can pass the Six Questions of the Immortal Stele!

A fairy stele, please?

Elder, this is for him, do you want to invite the immortal tablet once?

It's no wonder this old man doesn't care about Qingfeng Poetry Society's rejection at all. It turns out he has elders as his backers...

All the disciples were a little surprised when they heard this, and they looked at Fang Yuan with complicated eyes.

Wu Qing, who was sitting next to the platform, snorted heavily, as if he was very dissatisfied.

Disciple...it's impossible to pass the Six Questions of the Immortal Stele now, right?

Hearing the elder's words, Fang Yuan was also stunned for a while. Passing the Six Questions of the Immortal Stele is the only way to preach on Feiyun Mountain, but now that he has just entered the Immortal Gate, he still doesn't understand many things, and his knowledge is too superficial, how can he pass it?

But the elder laughed when he heard this, and said: If you don't try, how will you know where your fire is?

As he said that, he waved his big sleeves and said in a low voice, Here comes the stele!