Master of Great Calamity

After asking about the immortal stele, the elder explained some ways to control spells, and then let all the disciples of the immortal sect disperse. The preaching of the immortal sect is different from the fairy hall.

If you don't want to comprehend, the elders won't say a word of nonsense.

After saluting to the elder, all the disciples felt relieved, talking and laughing in twos and threes, and the chatter and laughter dispersed. Some met to recite poems, and some met to drink wine. Although the elder said that preaching in Feiyun Mountain was the most important thing, not many people took it seriously. After all, within three years, it was enough to pass the six questions of the immortal stele. Now the second year is not over yet, so why be so anxious?

Those who can pass the six questions of the immortal stele in advance are all top-notch, so there is no need to compare with them!

But Fang Yuan didn't think so, after leaving Xiaoqingxi, he went straight to the scripture hall, time is not forgiving!

Moreover, he has been looking forward to the secret scroll of fairy gate spells for a long time!

In the past, as a handyman, he was not allowed to practice spells, but now he has transformed into a disciple of the Immortal Sect, and he can learn ninth-rank spells without reporting to the Immortal Sect.

It was not the first time for Fang Yuan to come to the Buddhist scriptures hall. When he was a handyman, he came over to sort out the books, but at that time he only had contact with the paper books, and he couldn’t see the real jade slips. He came to the ancient case at the entrance of the hall, and said to the executive disciple who was dozing off inside: This brother is polite, please help me, and borrow a set of elementary spell secret books!

The disciple fell asleep in a daze, and waved his hand: Bring the name talisman, and find the secret code by yourself!

Fang Yuan handed over the name talisman as he said, and the disciple took it and said, You can only borrow one magic tome at a time. You can only borrow the second one after you go back and memorize it well. Disciples of Xiaozhufeng can practice four spells. Remember not to pass them on to outsiders!

Fang Yuan also knew that the Immortal Sect had strict control over spells, so he agreed.

Turning around and entering the scripture storage hall, I saw rows of jade slips in front of me, neatly arranged.

Ninth-rank spells of Xianmen are low-level basic spells with a wide range of categories, including wind, fire, thunder, mountain, and rain, and some spells that do not fall into the eight categories. Among them, thunder spells require too much talent and are very easy to learn. Fang Yuan can only choose five types of wind, fire, and mountain rain. He lingered in front of the four jade slips for a long time, and finally chose one of the fire spells.

Within three days, if you study thoroughly, return it as soon as possible, or you will be fined with a spirit stone!

Don't record it, don't pass it on to others in private, otherwise Xianmen will punish you severely!

The disciple of the Immortal Sect guarding the Sutra Hall gave Fang Yuan a few instructions, then branded his name talisman and let him come out.

Fang Yuan was in a good mood, and walked quickly to his house, planning to start practicing as soon as he returned.

But just when he arrived at the door, he found that someone was already waiting for him.

Two Immortal Sect disciples with different statures, one tall and one short, were standing at his door with their arms folded.

What do the two senior brothers have to teach?

Fang Yuan had no choice but to step forward, clasped his fists and asked those two people.

You are Fang Yuan?

The tall Xianmen disciple looked Fang Yuan up and down, and spoke lightly.

it's me……

Fang Yuan was very speechless, and replied sullenly, the two must have recognized him, why bother to ask?

Hehe, it's fine if it's you, come with us!

The short and fat immortal disciple sneered, raised his hand and pointed, and Fang Yuan saw that under the pine tree not far away, Wu Qing was sitting in a gazebo, with an indifferent expression, looking into the distance, holding a cup of tea in his hand, sipping slowly...

The distance is so close, you will die if you take two extra steps?

Fang Yuan cursed in his heart, but he still followed the two of them.

To put it bluntly, he still wanted to resolve this Liangzi in his heart, and waste time by forming a grudge for no reason...

Sit down!

Wu Qing never looked back at Fang Yuan, but waited for him to approach, and said something lightly.

Fang Yuan was helpless, so he sat opposite her, and said with a smile, What advice can Senior Sister Wu have?

I heard that you, Senior Brother Qi, and Zhou Qingyue are all classmates from Fairy Hall in Taiyue City?

Wu Qing still didn't look back at Fang Yuan, but just looked into the distance, and opened his mouth lightly.

It's true!

Fang Yuan nodded, suppressing the impatience in his heart.

... Now he really wants to go back to his room to practice immediately, who has the patience to tell her this?

It's only now that I know that you and Brother Qi are classmates. I haven't heard him mention you before!

Wu Qing spoke lightly, and there seemed to be a touch of sullenness in her voice: But I'm still very dissatisfied with the matter between you and Zhou Qingyue!

Fang Yuan was taken aback by these words: What does it matter to me if you are not satisfied?

But Wu Qing didn't try to figure out what he was thinking, and continued: But how to punish you is the business of Senior Brother Qi. He is currently preaching in Feiyun Mountain, and he will be back in the next few months. I am too lazy to ask, but for his sake, I will still take care of you, a classmate in Taiyue City, so I will give you a chance to apologize to Junior Brother Zhou Qingyue!

Apologize?

This sentence stunned Fang Yuan, Zhou Qingyue was driven down the mountain, how could he apologize?

Fortunately, Wu Qing didn't make him think too much, and said it directly: Qingfeng Poetry Club can't tolerate a villain who framed his fellow disciples. In the eyes of others, Zhou Qingyue is already a member of my Qingfeng Poetry Club, but you ruined his reputation. This makes me very unhappy!

So if you come to the Lingshantang early tomorrow morning, and confess in front of all the brothers of the immortal sect, and admit that you angered Zhou Qingyue because of a bet, and you have an old grudge with him, then he did such an irrational thing, and most of the fault is on himself. If you do well, I can allow you to join the Qingfeng Poetry Club. This will be good for you, him, and us!

Fang Yuan was stunned by these words, and after a while he said in a daze, What if we don't do this?

Wu Qing seemed to have thought about it a long time ago. The corner of his mouth twitched, and he sneered and said: Joining the Poetry Club, we have the guidance of fellow disciples. If you need resources, we can also take you to some tasks. No matter how you look at it, it is beneficial to your practice. But if you don't agree, hehe, if Qingfeng Poetry Club can't accommodate you, then no one in the fairy sect can accommodate you. You should think about it carefully!

Fang Yuan felt a little helpless in his heart, he let out a long sigh, rubbed his face, got up and said, I think it's better to forget it...

Wu Qing suddenly turned his head and looked at him: Just say a few words, each will benefit, but you don't think it's necessary?

Fang Yuan laughed, turned around and left, and said calmly, I don't think it's necessary to join you!

You... are looking for your own death!

Hearing Fang Yuan's rude answer, Wu Qing's expression suddenly changed.

And the two disciples, one tall and one short, wandering outside the gazebo, were even more furious, and immediately greeted them. The aura of mana had risen from the two of them, flickering like flames, as if there was a disagreement, and they wanted to teach Fang Yuan a lesson.

I don't want to be too patient. If you force me, I will strike at you!

Seeing this, Fang Yuan didn't say much. He reached out and broke off a branch from the nearby pine tree, and held it upside down in his hand.

How dare this nerd do it?

Hearing Fang Yuan's words, the two immortal disciples, one tall and one short, were a little surprised and hesitated for a while.

They didn't expect that this nerd would have such a tough attitude just after getting started.

More importantly, they also heard about what happened when Fang Yuan entered the fairy gate. He smashed the magic weapons of the two deacons with a sword in his hand. Even Deacon Bai praised their swordsmanship as a whole without any flaws. It can be seen that this swordmanship is extremely brilliant.

But what they mainly practice is spells. Although the power of spells is very powerful, after all, they haven't reached the state where they can use spells freely and can defend against the enemy at will. If they really fight, with their current strength, they may not necessarily take advantage!

If he really loses a trick, his reputation will be too bad!

It's time for you to back off!

Just when the two were hesitating, Wu Qing's voice sounded coldly.

The two people felt relieved and backed away slowly, still looking at Fang Yuan with vigilant eyes, while Wu Qing turned around slowly, looked at Fang Yuan's back coldly, and said indifferently: I also see that you are Brother Qi's old classmate, so I don't care about the previous suspicions. Given you such a chance, you really want to be so stubborn, even offending our Qingfeng Poetry Club?

I just want to practice hard, you are offending me!

Fang Yuan turned his head and gave her a cold look.

Wu Qing smiled noncommittally, as if he didn't bother to answer: Then you'd better think it through!

Fang Yuan couldn't help asking: Does it mean that if I leave now, you will take action against me?

Wu Qing just smiled, and the two immortal disciples, one tall and one thin, also laughed, as if they thought his question was ridiculous.

Fang Yuan looked at Wu Qing with some incomprehension: I really don't understand why...

Wu Qing still sneered, disdain to answer, but the short and fat fairy disciple laughed: Boy, you are really a nerd, some things are not as simple as you think, you have to obey the rules in the fairy sect, otherwise, you have to...

Fang Yuan directly interrupted him, frowned, and said seriously: We have no grievances or enmities, so I don't really want to have conflicts with you. I don't want something like Zhou Qingyue to happen again. It's not because I'm afraid of Zhou Qingyue, but because I'm afraid of trouble, so I just want to tell you seriously now, I really don't want to provoke you, and you don't want to provoke me either?

What he said aroused Wu Qing's dissatisfaction, and he smiled coldly: Even if I provoke you, what can you do?

Fang Yuan took a deep breath and said, I promise, if you provoke me, then I will definitely retaliate this time!

After saying this, he turned and left without staying.

As for Wu Qing and the others who stayed where they were, their faces were livid with anger, and they snorted heavily.