The next day, Fang Yuan was full of energy and energy when he got up.
The path of cultivation is mysterious and difficult. Every step you take requires walking on thin ice and being careful. People are different, so even if they practice the same method, the details are different. No one can completely copy someone else's path of cultivation. . For practitioners, this is like choosing a path that allows you to go further among the complicated and scattered paths in front of you.
If you are not careful, your body will die and your path will disappear.
But Fang Yuan is different. He now has the ability to see the right choice from the chaos at a glance!
Although he has just started, with this kind of help, he has no fear of the road ahead!
"Eh? Junior Brother Fang, I see you are in good spirits today!"
When Fang Yuan arrived in front of the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall and nodded, Manager Sun and others were already waiting there. When they saw Fang Yuan coming, they felt that his complexion was very good. They looked him up and down and were slightly surprised. , Manager Sun was a little curious and said: "Hey, if I read it correctly... your aura has grown a lot stronger. It seems that you have improved again overnight?"
"Yes, during last night's practice, I had an idea and luckily broke through a key point..."
Fang Yuan smiled and answered with some satisfaction.
"Alas, Junior Brother Fang is really extraordinary. If you keep up this momentum, you might be able to enter the inner sect in the future!"
Several other handymen couldn't help but marveled when they saw it.
With their level of cultivation, they could not really see Fang Yuan's cultivation level, but they could see Fang Yuan's diligence in cultivation.
In addition, Fang Yuan's aura has indeed made him a lot stronger, so he doesn't mind praising him.
"Hmph, if it were so easy to enter the inner gate, I'm afraid there would be no servants in the Immortal Gate!"
Amid the praise, a handyman said sarcastically.
But he was a burly and sturdy man of about thirty years old, with a second-level Qi training level. Fang Yuan didn't mind after hearing this. He knew that this man, named Song Kui, was one of the handyman disciples. Ba, it is said that he has some irreconcilable relationship with a certain deacon of the Immortal Sect. Even Steward Sun is unwilling to argue with him. I have always kept a distance from such people!
"Haha, Junior Brother Fang is practicing hard. This is a good thing. If he can really get admitted to the inner sect in the future, then our handyman supervisor's face will also be bright. Okay, no more words, let's set off now and try to sort things out as soon as possible. Once you finish the Sutra Collection Hall, you will feel relaxed!"
Manager Sun cleared the siege with a few words, then led the people to board the wooden kite, spread his wings and flew towards Xiaozhu Peak.
"Um, I heard that you are very diligent, so why don't you organize my row of bookshelves as well..."
This time, the work assigned by Manager Sun was very detailed. Yesterday, he saw other miscellaneous people being lazy, and only Fang Yuan was working seriously. This time, everyone was assigned a piece of work, so that these guys would not be lazy and the other miscellaneous people would not be lazy. The servant just sighed a few words and went to do his own work. However, the one named Song Kui took advantage of Sun's unpreparedness and ordered Fang Yuan quite arrogantly.
"Oh well!"
Fang Yuan hesitated for a moment and then agreed.
This Song Kui is a tyrant among the Xianmen's handymen. It is usually difficult for newcomers to escape from his clutches, but Fang Yuan is different from the others. Firstly, he was brought to the Immortal Sect by Uncle Qiao, the deacon of the Immortal Sect. Secondly, after entering the Immortal Sect, he has been close to Manager Sun, so Song Kui has not come to bother him yet.
But now, it seems that Fang Yuan's diligent practice has made the bully a little dissatisfied to some extent. At this time, he clearly wants to find trouble. 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 Fang Yuan's good behavior, Song Kui seemed a little dissatisfied, twisted his neck and walked away fiercely.
"I am an honest person, and I will not fight aggressively with these people..."
Fang Yuan thought about it in his mind and went into the Sutra Collection Hall with his hands behind his back.
He wouldn't mind working more in the Sutra Collection Hall.
As long as he can have more exposure to these cultivation scriptures, he would be happy even if he was allowed to live here.
In fact, he was a little excited now, wondering if one day he could give Manager Sun some benefits and ask him to arrange a job for him to guard the Sutra Collection Hall. Ten years of hard study allowed him to develop a good habit of reading. A day without a book is like a pervert who has not seen a woman for a year. The books in the scripture library are so diverse and all-encompassing that it is really greedy...
Just like that, while sorting it out, I casually browsed through the books in my hand, and time passed slowly.
"Junior Brother Fang, please take a rest first!"
Until noon, when Manager Sun sent someone to call Fang Yuan for dinner, he was still holding a book and reading it happily.
Normally, Fang Yuan and other servant disciples would go to the Lingshan Hall next to the servant prison for meals, but now the work in the Sutra Collection Hall has not been finished yet, and it is troublesome to run back and forth, so they all stayed in Xiaozhu Peak. , Steward Sun had someone bring food to them, so they sat around a big bluestone in the bamboo forest, ate something simple, and then returned to the Sutra Collection Hall to continue their work.
Thinking about the several volumes of good books he had read this morning, Fang Yuan was in a very good mood and even 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 next to him.
Fang Yuan turned his head in surprise and saw a few more men and women beside the pavilion not far away. The men were handsome and the women were charming. Judging by their clothes, they were all disciples of the Immortal Sect. The person who spoke stood there. Next to the crowd over there, he was wearing a red robe and carrying a simple long sword on his back. He looked quite aloof, but who was Zhou Qingyue, his classmate from Taiyue City
Seeing this person, Fang Yuan was immediately startled and put down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands!
He had met Zhou Qingyue on this peak yesterday. He didn't want to meet this person, but he didn't expect to run into him anyway!
Several other handymen were startled when they saw an Immortal Sect disciple taking the initiative to talk to Fang Yuan and looked at him with complicated eyes. Next to Zhou Qingyue, several Immortal Sect disciples saw this and said curiously: "Zhou Qingyue" Junior brother, do you know this handyman?"
Zhou Qingyue said with a smile: "I know him. You may not recognize him. Do you know who this is? He is the famous Fang Yuan. He was the top of the Immortal Ranking in this Fairy Hall Examination. It's a pity that Daoyuan really understands this." One subject was cancelled, haha... "
The laughter sounded really harsh, and Fang Yuan had a faint urge to slam the porridge bowl in his hand into his face.
"So it's him?"
Hearing this, the Immortal Sect disciples all had different expressions.
They were no strangers to each other. Fang Yuan was once recognized as the number one on the Immortal Ranking. In other words, all of them had lost to him in the assessment. When they thought of the former leader, now he actually appeared in the uniform of a servant. He stood in front of him and looked at Fang Yuan with complicated eyes. Some people smiled knowingly, while others looked at Fang Yuan carefully.
"My thoughts are with you, everything is fine!"
These glances made Fang Yuan feel displeased, and he didn't want to say anything more. He gave a cursory reply and stood up.
"Haha, it's really good. Senior Brother Fang's handyman clothes fit him very well..."
Zhou Qingyue laughed and looked around, feeling very pleased with himself.
"Are you Fang Yuan?"
But at this moment, among the group of Immortal Sect disciples, a woman in a white dress, about fifteen or sixteen years old, with outstanding temperament and very pleasant appearance came over in surprise and gave a light salute. He looked at Fang Yuan with great interest and said with a smile: "I have heard of your name before. I passed by Taiyue City once and wanted to visit you. I didn't expect to meet you here!"
"Junior sister Xiao Qiao, you..."
Zhou Qingyue obviously didn't expect that the woman would be so polite to the other party, so he spoke in confusion.
But Junior Sister Xiao Qiao ignored him and looked at Fang Yuan with a smile: "Senior Brother Fang, I've heard about you. It's an unfair fate, but I can't blame you. I admire your knowledge very much. I don't know. Can we come to the pavilion to talk?"
After hearing this, several other Immortal Sect disciples were also slightly startled, wondering why Junior Sister Xiao Qiao took the initiative to invite them.
Fang Yuan turned his head and glanced at her, not knowing whether this beautiful woman was sincere or sarcastic like others, but he had no intention of having too many interactions with these immortal disciples at this time, so he shook his head and said: "I There is no knowledge at all, the true meaning of Daoyuan is all fake, so naturally I am also a fake, so I won’t disturb my senior brothers for their cultivation, I still have some work to do!”
As he said that, he clasped his fists, turned around and walked out of the forest.
"Haha, Senior Brother Feng was so domineering in the past, why does he act like a mouse to a cat when he sees me now?"
Zhou Qingyue saw him at the side, with a joking smile on his face, as if he was deliberately showing off, and reached out to grab the ground. Between his five fingers, green air lingered, and a withered yellow maple leaf floated on the ground, like an arrow flying away from a string. go out.
With a "swish" sound, the dead leaf hit Fang Yuan on the head and turned into fragments, flying to the ground.
Fang Yuan's footsteps immediately stopped.
Show your pride...
(End of chapter)