Everyone in Langya Pavilion looked at Fang Yuan worriedly, guessing Fang Yuan's mood countless times in their minds. However, Fang Yuan himself didn't notice it at all. He just walked through the vast halls of Langya Pavilion relaxedly and even happily. , choose your favorite book.
Some people think that he has stopped cultivating. At least a thousand years ago, he would not have been able to obtain the Immortal Source again, so now he probably reads some books on cultivating the mind and character. However, unexpectedly, Fang Yuan’s final selections were mostly related books. Immortal magic and magical powers in spiritual practice.
This made many people secretly lament: "He is still unwilling..."
But, now that things have come to this point, wouldn’t it mean that the more unwilling you are, the more painful it will be for you
Fang Yuan ignored all this, and just found a quiet side hall, moved all the Dianqiu he had chosen into it, and then stayed there all day long, as only his now nominal disciple Yun Zhou could do When he went in to serve, other people had no idea what he was doing. Occasionally they would hear him murmuring something like "the road has traces" and "the sun and the moon are full", but they would only be confused and look at it. He always looks confused, yet addicted, and has only one feeling...
... Mr. Fang Yuan is not crazy, is he
Bai Youran sometimes feels that she cares about her husband, who is currently at a low point in his life, so he will ask the cook of Langya Pavilion to cook some old ginseng soup, white crane leg meat, etc., and serve it in the side hall. I tried my best to be a disciple, but was always kicked out by Fang Yuan impatiently. One time I caught up with him and was so angry that I was pulled over and slapped a few times by him.
Bai Youran had no choice but to come out, sighing: "Sir, not only is he crazy, he is also a martial arts lunatic..."
Helpless, no one in Langya Pavilion could understand what Fang Yuan was saying, and no one could help him. Even Mrs. Bai and the seven masters of Langya Pavilion had come to see it, but after listening to When it came to the occasional words that popped out of Fang Yuan's mouth, he really couldn't understand what he was saying, so he could only look at him and wait on him with an unclear yet sympathetic look.
People from other major holy places, including Nanhai Wangqing Island, Jiuchongtian, Bahuang City, etc., also came to see him, but they didn't know what to say to Fang Yuan, so they could only send countless strange pills and rare treasures. Let him take good care of himself.
In fact, these major holy places have secretly plotted many times. They have tried to use various methods to see if they can gather some more fairy sources and give them to Fang Yuan, but the result is disappointing. The fairy sources are meant to be cherished. After years of consumption, they really don’t have it anymore, or maybe someone did have some left, but they just hid it and said they didn’t have it, so there’s nothing they can do about it.
The only way to get the immortal source again is to wait.
Immortal sources are the condensation of heaven and earth. When a thousand or two thousand years pass, immortal sources will appear again in the world.
Maybe, after such a long period of depletion, there will be more the next time they appear.
But for now, there is nothing anyone can do.
More importantly, the attitude of many people is that even if Fang Yuan has the Immortal Source, it will be of no use.
What the mountain guard of Donghuang Mountain said made sense!
The great ways of heaven and earth have changed, and the heavenly powers that were once there have become mistakes.
The more you practice wrong Tiangong, the easier it will be for you to go astray and get stuck.
Only those who have never understood the power of heaven can find a new path.
As for Fang Yuan, although he is recognized as a prodigy by the world, he has also experienced the Heavenly Kung Fu. Even if he obtains the Immortal Source, he will only become a god. His greatest achievement in the future will only be comparable to that of the masters of the major holy places. No matter what, he can't compete with the one from Donghuang Mountain.
With this thought, even the major holy places can only watch helplessly.
Donghuang Mountain has gained momentum and is unparalleled. Almost all the major families and Taoist traditions have been brought under the banner of Donghuang Mountain. The forces under its command are rising every day, and the Immortal Alliance and the six major The Holy Land could only remain silent at this time. They watched indifferently and were worried in their hearts. Is this Tianyuan really going to form a dark dynasty again
However, when the Dark Dynasty appeared in history, there were three sword demons who forced him to overcome the tribulation.
Now in this life, where is the third-generation sword demon
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"The road is difficult, the road is difficult, the road is both simple and complex..."
In the side hall, Fang Yuan no longer even cared about his image. There were many folds in his green robe, and all kinds of scriptures were scattered around. On the small table beside him, there were things he wrote everywhere. cursive writing.
There are some strange words on it, and some are algorithms. The piles are like hills.
Nowadays, even the white cats don't come to his place. They think it's too chaotic. Yunzhou and some maids from Langya Pavilion want to come in and clean up, but Fang Yuan kicks them out and prevents them from touching their treasures.
Fang Yuan himself seemed to be in distress, but it was also the kind of distress that he enjoyed. He had gone through all the immortal techniques in Langya Pavilion, and even the Haoran Heavenly Skills treasured in Langya Pavilion had been turned over by him. After several times, he just threw it to the ground and ignored it. The dean masters were so distressed that they secretly carried it out and treasured it carefully so that this lunatic could not see it again.
Fang Yuan didn't pay any attention to it. He looked down on Tangtang Tiangong and regarded it as rubbish. Those cursive scripts he wrote that no one could understand were like treasures. Page after page, line after line, they were all packed up extremely neatly. It’s just that the handwriting isn’t very pretty…
On this day, he seemed to have encountered a certain problem again, so he sat on the ground, leaned against the pillar, and groaned helplessly.
"People's hearts are strange, people's hearts are strange, people's hearts are both good and bad..."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a voice from outside the main hall, facing him.
Fang Yuan looked curiously and saw a young man wearing Confucian robes walking in outside the main hall.
This man has a young appearance, but there are some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and there are some silver threads in his hair. He looks ordinary, but he has an air of pride. He walks into the hall as if there is no one else around, and looks around. After a while, his eyes fell on Fang Yuan and he said with a smile: "I was outside just now and listened to you talking for a long time. If my guess is correct, you must have made a mistake somewhere!"
Fang Yuan was a little surprised: "Where?"
The young man said: "Where is the Taoist method in the second Sundan chapter!"
Fang Yuan hurriedly turned out the article and said, "What went wrong?"
The young man smiled and said: "You are young after all, and you have ignored a rule. Let me calculate it for you..."
As he spoke, he took the paper and pen, and started writing. All kinds of wonderful words were displayed in front of Fang Yuan. Fang Yuan looked at the wonderful things and hurriedly clapped his hands. The young man After he finished writing, he added: "But unfortunately, I followed your train of thought and found another problem that was difficult to solve after only a few steps. I thought this way would not work in the end!"
Fang Yuan said: "You are so stubborn, can't you change it?"
As he said that, he also grabbed the pen and paper and started writing quickly in cursive script.
The two discussed together, and a kind of tacit understanding and sympathy came into being. Fang Yuan soon discovered that this young man was really knowledgeable, and he had only seen so much knowledge in his life. And this young man also discovered that although Fang Yuan was young, he was very knowledgeable. In his bones, he looks like an old monster who has lived for countless thousands of years. His knowledge and understanding are no less than his own, and he also has a lot of courage.
The two of them came together like friends they had not seen for many years, and countless fantastic ideas collided with each other.
Soon the one cursive hill in the side hall turned into two or three.
Neither of them ate or slept, they just deduced and argued quickly.
Sometimes the arguments were red-faced. The young man called Fang Yuan a little bastard, and Fang Yuan called him a bastard in Yunzhou dialect. Sometimes, they hugged and laughed like close friends, and each time they deduced a When a new chapter comes out, Yunzhou will be asked to fetch wine and cheer happily.
They only focused on deductions, but did not realize that a dark cloud had enveloped Langya Pavilion.
Thousands of miles away, a large army is gathering, led by the mountain guards beside the Little Saint Master of Donghuang Mountain. Surrounded by the Little Saint Master of Donghuang Mountain who now has the divine light above his head, a mighty army is coming straight to Langya Pavilion, guarding the mountain. The man's face was gloomy and murderous. In front of everyone, he shouted in a deep voice: "If Langya Pavilion dares to protect him, I'm afraid that from today on, one of the Seven Holy Lands will be missing!"
Some cultivators followed Donghuang Mountain and followed closely.
Some people are nervous: "Donghuang Mountain has conquered the hearts of the world, and finally can't hold it anymore, and is going to attack the Holy Land?"
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In Langya Pavilion, Madam Bai arrived at the door of the side hall at some unknown time, and Bai Youran came with her.
At this time, Mrs. Bai's always graceful and approachable face revealed a look of despair. Bai Youran's usually playful and smiling face looked like a frightened little animal at this time. They stood anxiously at the side. At the entrance of the palace, they seemed to want to push the door open, but the thin wooden door seemed to have a lot of weight. Neither mother nor son had the courage to push it open.
In this way, they stood outside the palace all night.
As morning dawned, the sunlight filtered through the window panes and spilled into the cold side hall.
Fang Yuan flexed his wrists and wrote the last word in cursive script, threw the pen away, and laughed.
"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it to actually happen!"
The young man was also quite emotional. Looking at the cursive writing all around him, he seemed a little unbelievable.
Fang Yuan smiled and said, "If I hadn't met you, I wouldn't have succeeded so quickly!"
The young man smiled and said: "I am so happy to see you hunting, I have no regrets in life!"
Fang Yuan threw away the pen, stood up slowly, straightened his clothes, and bowed respectfully to the young man.
The young man also stood up and returned the greeting to Fang Yuan, the etiquette was perfect and flawless.
When they bowed to each other, they both looked into each other's eyes. Their expressions were filled with emotion and joy, with unabashed appreciation and admiration for each other, and a lingering feeling. of regret and sadness.
Fang Yuan was silent for a while and then said: "We finally worked together to develop this method, but I don't know... can this method be considered a heavenly skill?"
"More than just heavenly power?"
The young man shook his head and said, "This method deserves to be called the Book of Tao!"
Fang Yuan gave a bitter smile and said: "This is only the second volume, and it is not as high as a Taoist book..."
The young man interrupted him and said, "It depends on whether you can figure out the third volume on your own!"
Fang Yuan looked at him and said, "I wish you could help me!"
"The road travels alone, why should you borrow my help?"
The young man laughed and said, "And you can see that I'm about to die!"
At this moment, Mrs. Bai outside the hall suddenly covered her mouth, tears rolling down her beautiful face.
(End of chapter)