More than a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Fang Yuan's life in Qingyang Sect became stable.
At this time, he was completely immersed in his own practice world.
During the day, he did the chores required by his responsibilities, and practiced diligently at night. When he had free time, he carefully read the book given to him by Mr. Zhu, and learned other spiritual knowledge that he had neglected in order to study the true meaning of Daogen. Complete it back.
Gradually, not only was his cultivation steadily improving every day, but his understanding of cultivation was also getting deeper day by day.
Because of this, although life in this immortal sect is difficult and boring, it makes him feel extremely fulfilling...
"Haha, Junior Brother Fang is here again?"
"How has your cultivation been recently?"
In the dining hall, Fang Yuan walked by with his scroll in his arms, and everyone who saw him greeted him with a smile.
During this month, Fang Yuan gradually became familiar with the handyman disciples he often saw in the Immortal Sect.
Nowadays, the fact that he used to be at the top of the Jiazi list, but was disqualified because of Daoyuan's true understanding, has spread throughout the immortal sect. The attitude of the servants towards him is also complicated. At first, they saw that he practiced diligently every day, even eating. He didn't forget the appearance of reading, and there was a lot of ridicule. However, more than a month later, although some people still disdained his diligence, the voices became much less intense.
At least these handyman disciples will have more respect for those who are willing to work hard.
"Oh, Junior Brother Fang, long time no see. Have you improved your cultivation again?"
Fang Yuan's head felt a little big as soon as he heard this voice. Needless to say, Manager Sun was here.
More than a month after joining Fang Yuan, everything was taken care of by Fang Yuan, but Manager Sun was a headache. He would often go to Fang Yuan's hut and talk to him for several hours. It was only at this time that Fang Yuan realized this. Manager Sun's talkativeness is really famous in this fairy sect. The other servants avoid him, so he is the only newcomer who is willing to listen to him...
Fortunately, after years of hard study, Fang Yuan has learned a unique skill. On the surface, he can nod his head when talking to Manager Sun, but in his heart, he has been trying to figure out the meaning of the scriptures and thinking about the way to practice. , and it doesn’t count as wasting time.
Manager Sun rarely had a "talking friend" like Fang Yuan who could listen to him and even respond to him. He also felt like a confidant. He only talked to Fang Yuan for half an hour in the morning and met at noon. It feels like I haven’t seen you for a long time...
"...After lunch, go to the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall to have some snacks, and go to Xiaozhu Peak to tidy up the Sutra Collection Hall..."
Manager Sun talked about it for a long time. Fang Yuan only captured this little useful information and nodded in agreement.
As a handyman disciple, you don't just have to do the things within your responsibilities. The handyman hall often has other tasks assigned to you, which can be regarded as a temporary transfer. In this area, it is not like those who have stayed in the Immortal Sect for a long time. The handyman was as slippery as the other boys, never slacking off at work, and always completing the tasks assigned to him neatly. Manager Sun liked Fang Yuan, which had a lot to do with it.
After ordering, Fang Yuan and several other handyman disciples boarded Steward Sun's wooden kite.
This wooden kite is a low-level magic weapon in the Immortal Sect. It can travel in the wind and is convenient for traveling in the mountains, but it is not very strong. Especially the one of Sun Guanshi, it is clear that it is about to fall apart. It flew up and made a squeaking sound, which was very scary.
Xiaozhu Peak is where the Qingyang Sect's Sutra Collection Hall is located. Nowadays, spiritual practice is often stored in jade slips. However, there are many paper slips and even bamboo slips, which are like antiques and are left in the Sutra Collection Hall. Here, it’s just a thought.
However, these scrolls and bamboo slips are not as convenient to preserve as the jade slips. They need to be cleaned regularly. The Sutra Collection Hall is so vast that it cannot be taken care of by one or two people. Every time it is cleaned and organized, it takes a lot of time. Big project.
"Xiao Zhufeng has many rules, so be careful. If you bump into a disciple of the Immortal Sect, you will inevitably be punished..."
Manager Sun kept urging him along the way, and the other handymen kept their heads down and walked forward.
When he arrived in front of the Buddhist Scripture Hall, Fang Yuan turned his head inadvertently and was stunned for a moment.
Not far away, in a pavilion, several Immortal Sect disciples were chatting and laughing, looking indescribably confident and unrestrained.
What made Fang Yuan feel even more chilled was that he saw an acquaintance among the immortal disciples. It was actually Zhou Qingyue, his classmate at the Fairy Hall in Taiyue City. Compared with a month ago, This week Qingyue's temperament changed drastically, and he became somewhat like a disciple of the Immortal Sect. Fang Yuan was even more surprised when he saw Zhou Qingyue smiling while performing some kind of magic technique.
In his palm, green energy lingered, and a dead leaf flew up and down, very agile.
This is a kind of practice for immortal disciples to control magic power. They use magic power to control fallen leaves and make them fly in the palm of their hands.
And this made Fang Yuan's heart sink slightly: being able to control dead leaves would at least be a perfect level of Qi training...
In the Fairy Hall of Taiyue City, he once had only ordinary qualifications, but now his cultivation is so high
This made Fang Yuan a little surprised, and he felt even more vaguely disappointed.
The treatment of Immortal Sect disciples is so good...
He has been practicing hard for more than a month, but there are still a few key points that have not been broken, and he is still far away from perfection, but he has already...
"Haha, Junior Brother Fang, what are you looking at?"
A voice sounded from the side, but it was Manager Sun who came over. Following Fang Yuan's gaze, he guessed what he was thinking. He couldn't help but sigh and said, "Did you look at the disciples of the Immortal Sect?" I’m envious of my progress in practice...”
"Is this gap so big?"
Fang Yuan was silent for a while before he couldn't help but speak.
"It will be bigger in the future!"
Manager Sun patted Fang Yuan on the shoulder and sighed: "Junior Brother Fang, I wanted to tell you when you first entered the Immortal Sect. I saw that you were very energetic before. I just want you to think about it. You are still alive." There has to be a head start. Like me, I can't live without a bottle of wine and half a pound of pork head for dinner... But, it's not an option for you to keep floating like this. Although I don't want to hit you, senior brother, but It’s time to tell you a few heartfelt words. Although our Qingyang Sect has this rule for a handyman disciple to become a disciple of the Immortal Sect, as far as I know, in the past three hundred years, there has been no such thing. The battle was truly successful..."
"Why?"
Fang Yuan looked a little stunned and looked up at Manager Sun blankly.
"Because cultivation is not such a simple thing..."
Manager Sun smiled bitterly and said: "Cultivation is a path that goes against the will of heaven. Every step is dangerous, like walking on thin ice. If you are not careful, you will become possessed and die. A real disciple of the Immortal Sect not only has sufficient resources, but also Every step of the way of cultivation, the master will give guidance, and even directly help them overcome difficulties. No matter how diligent you are in your practice, you will get stuck when you encounter a problem, and you will be careful not to make any progress, but others can do it without any danger. How can you compare with this efficiency?"
"Yes, if I had master's guidance, I wouldn't have dared to attack those key points until now..."
Fang Yuan was dumbfounded, thinking about the difficult problem he had encountered in his practice, and his heart felt a little heavy.
"Right now, you are only one step behind them. In the future, you will be further and further behind them. The first level of Qi training is just the beginning, and the gap is small. You will understand it later, so you should calm down as soon as possible. It also saves me from being so tired..."
Manager Sun said that, patted Fang Yuan on the shoulder with regret, turned around and entered the Sutra Collection Hall to assign work.
"Is there really no hope?"
Fang Yuan was silent for a while, and then followed into the Sutra Collection Hall, but his mind was a little confused.
In the past month, he has never stopped practicing diligently and has never slacked off for a moment. However, he did not expect that he has been pulled down so much by those classmates. In comparison, Zhou Qingyue's qualifications are only average, and even he has surpassed himself. , what about Qi Xiaofeng
Where is Lu Xinyao
For a moment, he couldn't think about it anymore.
After all, he is still a young man. No matter how stable his mood is, he is always a little unwilling...
While working, Fang Yuan didn't say a word, tidying up silently and mechanically. He always thought of Zhou Qingyue and several other people chatting and laughing in the pavilion. He thought that his mood was already very peaceful. , but now the commotion is fierce!
For him, this was the first time he truly felt the changes that his destiny had brought to him!
Now he doesn't want to do anything. He just wants to empty his head and not think about anything.
"There's something wrong with Junior Brother Fang's appearance..."
"I just saw those Immortal Sect disciples, and he seemed very envious..."
"Hey, who is not envious of the disciples of the Immortal Sect? He is mainly unwilling to accept it. You know, our Junior Brother Fang Yuan was once at the top of the Immortal Ranking. It was only after the Dao Yuan True Solution was cancelled, he fell off the ranking. , otherwise, he is the true successor now!"
"It used to be the past, but now I have become a handyman. If you don't accept your fate, you are asking for trouble..."
The other handyman disciples also saw the depression in Fang Yuan's heart, and they all laughed secretly. They had stayed in the Immortal Sect for a long time, and they were very naughty and unwilling to do hard work. Seeing that Fang Yuan was diligent, they simply gave it to him and sat aside and chatted, and Fang Yuan He didn't care, he just buried himself in the bookshelves sorting them out without raising his head, as if he had forgotten everything.
After an unknown amount of time, he already felt his arms were a little sore, and then he slowly stopped.
At this time, he had gone deep into the depths of the Buddhist scriptures. He was surrounded by tall and big bookshelves. He could not even hear the voices of the handyman disciples just now. He seemed to be hiding in a deep forest. There was no one or a sound. I can't hear anything, it's as quiet as a tomb.
After standing in a daze for a long time, Fang Yuan sat down leaning against the bookshelf, looking a little lonely.
The gap between this handyman and the real Immortal Sect disciple is too big...
In just one month, his cultivation level has been reduced so much. What about the future
I was once so arrogant, was it really possible to regain my top spot again
That kind of confusion and annoyance broke the calmness he had maintained for a month in an instant, and he was out of control.
"Oh my god, are you really kidding me?"
He didn't know how long he was silent, but Fang Yuan couldn't help laughing at himself.
He lazily pulled out a book from the bookshelf next to him, and was about to smash it into the distance, as if he wanted to hit the invisible but omnipresent God who had caused great harm to him. , vent the anger in your heart...
But at this moment, he suddenly froze for a moment, and instead of throwing the book out, he held it back in front of his eyes.
In the dim light, he could clearly see the four big characters on the writing: Daoyuan Zhenjie!
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