"Ghost!"
Seeing this soul, Jiang Wang and Lin Shoucheng's eyes turned white and they were so horrified that they almost fainted.
For them, the soul between reality and reality is indeed the same as the characteristics of ghosts.
"It turns out to be Qinghe, what happened?"
Fang Yuan flicked his clothes and asked unhurriedly.
The soul that appeared in front of him was translucent, showing the color of glazed moonlight, and transformed into a demon-subduing vajra statue, which was vaguely similar to the gods enshrined in Taoist temples.
"Alas...it's hard to describe in words!"
On the Vajra Soul, there were scars intertwined with each other, and rustling powder fell. It was obviously severely injured: "The master contacted me as a disciple and asked me to make meritorious deeds. The old Taoist was anxious and went to explore the background of those girls... "
Qinghe Old Taoist said this and was unwilling to continue.
Obviously, the next step was that he was not good at studying and was almost wiped out.
Even, he was chased all the way. There was no way to go to heaven or to the earth, so he could only seek Fang Yuan's head.
"You are such a bully, you are really unreasonable... You have to bring me all those jars of treasured peach blossom wine tomorrow!"
Fang Yuan shook his head and cursed with a smile.
In fact, if his true temperament were to be followed, if he encountered such a guy who diverted troubles to the east, he would definitely be annihilated with one palm, preserving his bliss in the afterlife, leaving nothing left in the world.
But at this time, I want to maintain my character as a righteous and wise man, so I will tolerate it for the time being.
Slowly waving his hand, the moonlight fell, repairing the soul of the Qinghe Master.
"Thank you for your help, layman... But those evil bitches will be here later, so you have to pay attention... Peach Blossom Wine Master will have them delivered tomorrow!"
Qinghe Lao Tao said gratefully.
However, he did not realize that in this fluffy moonlight, there was a trace of strange aura, which also fell into his soul.
"Old Taoist priest, why don't you come out yet?"
Not long after, a voice like a silver bell rang outside: "Are you from the Brahma Sect? King Kong Yuanshen, Baoyue Liuli Guan thought, there is no semicolon around Ye Country!"
This woman's voice was soft and tender, with a gentle flavor. Even Lin Shoucheng and Jiang Wang couldn't help but feel their hearts tremble, and their tension and hostility dissipated a lot.
Jiang Wang felt as if he was dreaming and looked at Lin Shoucheng next to him.
But this little friend clenched his fists, his eyes full of excitement: "God! God! Sure enough... Taoism and immortality are not illusory. I must cultivate immortality!"
"Immortal?!"
Although Jiang Wang was a little precocious, he was also a little confused at this time.
At this time, accompanied by laughter, a young woman walked into the thatched cottage: "What an old man, it turned out that he found a helper!"
She didn't care about the old man and the two brats, and stared at Fang Yuan's face with a pair of wonderful eyes, with a hint of solemnity: "Who is your Excellency?"
This woman has picturesque eyebrows and is wearing a thin white gauze with a gold hoop on her head. Her black hair falls like a waterfall, giving her a natural elf-like temperament.
"Is this girl Zhihua?"
Fang Yuan smiled and said: "My surname is Fang, I am just an ordinary teacher. Qinghe Master is always impatient and offended the girl by being abrupt. How about I be a peacemaker and let this matter be settled?"
"You want to end this?"
Girl Zhihua's pretty brows furrowed: "The slave family won't be able to explain it to the sect master when they go back... Unless... Mr. Fang can accept my three paintings!"
"painting?"
Fang Yuan pondered for a moment, and the Qinghe Taoist next to him immediately explained: "This is the unique method of the Miaoxian Sect. Using paintings to enter the Tao, each painting is a magic spell!"
"I see!"
Fang Yuan nodded, but was speechless.
Although the old Taoist and Zhihua sects have very grand names, such as Miaoxian Sect, Fansheng Sect, etc., in fact, this Zhihua can't reach the realm of human immortals, so he became the young master of Miaoxian Sect. Obviously, he is just Ye. Just a small sect in China.
"Since Miss Zhihua insists on doing this, please!"
Fang Yuan waved his hand.
"It's embarrassing!"
Zhihua took a deep breath, condensed his emptiness, and a scroll emerged.
Xilulu!
He just opened a corner, and a black horse jumped out. On top of it was a black-armored knight with a ferocious face, charging towards Fang Yuan with a machete raised.
"Iron Horse Glacier comes to my dream!"
Zhi Hua chanted for a long time, unfolded the scroll, and a group of Yin soldiers and Yin generals rushed out, formed a battle formation, and killed Fang Yuan.
This kind of momentum immediately made the two little kids almost pee with fear. Even Qinghe Lao Dao's expression changed continuously. He thought that even in his heyday, he couldn't take a single move.
"What a beautiful painting, the artistic conception is powerful and lifelike, and the girl who knows how to paint is really good at painting, it is really addictive!"
Fang Yuan faced the slashing attack without even frowning: "In that case, how about I return the favor to the girl?"
He made a virtual point with the index finger of his right hand, formed a talisman in the sky, and wrote the word "ding".
Certainly!
One word determines the storm!
The Yin soldiers and generals who had been charging suddenly stagnated in mid-air like little bugs in amber.
Suddenly, many ink condensations returned to the scroll.
A pale golden word "ding" appeared and was imprinted directly on it, like a seal.
"What kind of magical power is this?"
Zhi Hua Nu, who was originally smiling and seemed to have everything under control, suddenly changed her expression and looked at Fang Yuan with a look full of fear.
"It's just a trivial skill! We, the scholars, don't talk about strange powers and chaos, we only cultivate a strong and righteous energy! In the end, everything will be invincible!"
Fang Yuan said seriously, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the envious look on Jiang Wang's face, and couldn't help but have a narrow-minded thought.
"Haoran Zhengqi is indeed a true scholar! I am no match for you! There is no need to publish the other two paintings!"
Zhihua sighed and retreated.
"This time... thank you sir for your help!"
After she left, Qinghe's soul immediately bowed to Fang Yuan: "I will go back to the Taoist temple to cultivate first. When my husband comes one day, I will sweep the couch to welcome him!"
With that said, it also turned into a puff of clear light and disappeared.
"What a lazy guy!"
Fang Yuan said leisurely but did not stop him.
Anyway, this person's soul has been contaminated by the power of the inner demon. If he goes against his will in the future, his life will definitely be worse than death.
…
"How? Have you seen enough?"
After the two practitioners left, Fang Yuan looked at Jiang Wang and Lin Shoucheng who were in a dream: "This kind of practice is just a small path. You are on the grand road, so just read more and don't make mistakes!"
"That old Taoist priest! He should be the host of the Vajra Temple in the city. My father said he is an expert who has cultivated the Yuanshen!"
Lin Shoucheng gritted his teeth and knelt down again, kowtowing as if he were pounding garlic: "I hope that Sir will be merciful and help me through the door!"
"Idiot!"
Fang Yuan looked a little pitiful and looked at Jiang Wang: "What about you?"
"I?"
Jiang Wang was stunned. He just couldn't hinder his friend's face tonight. At the same time, he also hoped to become a disciple of Mr. Fang, read more books, learn Braille, and be able to work as an accountant when he grew up. This was already a promising prospect. Yes.
He just didn't expect that in this short period of time, he would see many immortal and first-class people, which made him feel like he was in a dream.
"I... still want to read more books!"
After a while, Jiang Wang gritted his teeth and spoke forcefully.
"Fool!"
Lin Shoucheng endured it again and again, but finally couldn't bear it anymore and cursed loudly.
"Haha... It just so happens that I also know how to read!"
Fang Yuan raised his head and laughed: "In that case, I will accept you as a student. Tomorrow, together with your seniors, come to the thatched cottage to listen to the lecture!"
"Thank you sir!"
Jiang Wang was very surprised and immediately knelt down and kowtowed.
"As for you..."
Fang Yuan glanced at Lin Shoucheng. After all, he was still a child. After being rejected, and seeing that his husband was so interested in the cowherd boy, he suddenly felt resentment, jealousy, hatred and other emotions.
"You are destined to have a career in the future. It is not suitable for the pure and innocent way of cultivating immortals, but it is suitable for martial arts to kill... I have a set of martial arts here. If you have the perseverance and perseverance to persevere, then use it to practice Let’s go!”
In fact, this is complete bullshit.
In cultivating immortals, killing and fighting are commonplace.
But when Fang Yuan looked at Lin Shoucheng like this, he felt a little narrow-minded in his heart: "It is indeed the temperament of a poisonous snake to lie dormant and forbearance... I might as well give some enlightenment and see if this snake can transform into a dragon. It can also be regarded as a blessing. Opportunity!"
…
The next day, Fang Yuan paid out money to buy books and pens for Jiang Wang, and accepted him as his student, which surprised the other naughty boys.
From then on, Jiang Wang and Lin Shoucheng came hand in hand every night to ask Fang Yuan for advice and read ancient books.
As for Lin Shoucheng, it seemed that after going to Vajra Temple once, he completely gave up hope. Instead, he settled down and started practicing martial arts with Fang Yuan. He practiced diligently and made good progress.
But when Fang Yuan glanced at him occasionally, he knew that this kid was determined to be evil and might have some troubles in the future, which could be used as a seasoning in the middle of his cultivation.
"The world is in turmoil, which is a great opportunity for the demon lords to make trouble!"
Fang Yuan sat cross-legged, holding a blood-red crystal stone with a six-pointed star in his hand.
After sending away the two brats, he finally got down to business.
"In the past few years, the Heavenly Court has been casting its net continuously, and it should have caught one or two demon lords... As for the Lord of Nothingness, don't even think about it..."
"But even if I hide it deliberately, I may not be able to get everything going as I wish. Therefore, I still have to improve my strength as soon as possible!"
Fang Yuan thought silently, stroking the blood-red crystal stone on his hand with his fingertips.
Even in this high-dimensional dimension, the inner demon world is still rampant. The unique method of breaking the inner demon world is prepared for hunting other worlds.
After Fang Yuan understood it thoroughly, he directly integrated it into his dream master's way, and with other materials, he could perform it immediately.
Of course, at this time, it is still cautious to draw a distraction directly.
"In a high-dimensional world, the avenue will inevitably be more perfect, which will also be of great help to me in understanding my own destiny!"
As high as the Nine Original Demon Lord, Fang Yuan had already glimpsed his own path.
His way is the way of the dream master and the way of creation!