Chapter 6: In the midst of

　　In the blink of an eye, more than one month passed, and Fang Yuan's life in Qingyang Sect also stabilized.
At this time, he was completely immersed in his world of practice.
In the daytime, I was doing chores in my duties. I practiced diligently at night. I usually have some leisure time. I read the book that Mr. Zhu gave to me carefully, and learned other practice knowledge that I once neglected to study Dao Yuan’s true solution. Complete back.
Gradually, not only did he cultivate steadily every day, but his understanding of spiritual practice became deeper every day.
　　 It is for this reason that although the life in this immortal gate is hard and boring, it makes him feel very fulfilling...
　　 "Haha, Brother Fang is here again?"
　　 "How about entering the country recently?"
In the dining hall, Fang Yuan walked by with the scroll, and the people who saw him also greeted with a smile.
　　 This month, Fang Yuan and the handy disciples often seen in this immortal gate also gradually became familiar with each other.
Now that he used to be the top of Jiazi's list, the fact that he was cancelled due to Dao Yuan's true interpretation has spread throughout Xianmen. The attitude of a handful of clans to him has also been complicated. At first, he saw him working diligently every day, even eating I haven’t forgotten the look of reading, but there are a lot of sarcasm, but more than a month later, although some people still disdain his diligence, this voice is much less.
　　 For those who are willing to work hard, these miscellaneous disciples will be somewhat respectful anyway.
　　 "Oh, Brother Fang, I haven't seen you for a long time. Have you improved your cultivation skills?"
　　 As soon as he heard this voice, Fang originally had a big head. Needless to say, it was Sun Guanshi.
In the first month of entry, Fang Yuan was all taking advantage of it, but this Sun manager was a headache. Whenever he ran to Fang Yuan’s hut and took him to chat and talk, it was only a few hours. At this time, Fang Yuan knew this. Sun Guanshi's nagging is really well-known in this immortal gate. Other handymen are hiding from him, and he is willing to listen to him as a new talent...
Fortunately, Fang Yuan has learned a unique ability through years of hard work. On the surface, he speaks with Sun Guanshi and can nod from time to time. But in his heart, he has been contemplating the righteousness and thinking about the way of practice. , Not too much time.
And Sun Guanshi is rare. Fang Yuan, a "friend of words" who can listen to himself and even respond, is also a feeling of confidant. It was only in the morning that he took Fang Yuan to chat for half an hour. See you at noon. It felt like I was gone for a long time...
　　 "...After lunch, go to the Miscellaneous Hall and go to Xiaozhufeng to tidy up the Scripture Hall..."
　　Sun Guanshi narrated for a long time, Fang Yuan only captured such a little useful information, and nodded and agreed.
As a handyman disciple, it is not just a matter of doing your own duties. The handyman hall often has some other work to be settled, which is considered a temporary transfer. In this square, it is not like those who have stayed in Xianmen for a long time. His handyman is as slippery, never stealing his work, and the work assigned to him is always completed. Sun Guanshi likes Fang Yuan, and it has a lot to do with it.
　　 After the time, Fang Yuan and several other handy disciples boarded the wooden kite of Sun Guanshi.
This wooden kite is a low-level magic weapon in the immortal gate. It can travel against the wind. It is convenient to rush through the mountains. It is not very strong, especially the Sun Guanshi, which is about to fall apart. Flying, squeaking, very scary.
Xiaozhufeng is where the Qingyang Sect's Tibetan Scripture Hall is located. Nowadays, the practice of mind is often stored in jade bamboo slips, but there are many papers and even bamboo slips, all of which are antiques. They are left in the Tibetan scripture hall. Here, it is just a thought.
However, these scrolls and bamboo slips are not as convenient to preserve as the jade slips, and they need to be cleaned regularly. The Tibetan Buddhist temple is so large that it can not be taken care of by one or two people. Fan project.
　　 "Xiaozhufeng has a lot of rules, you are all more careful, and ran into the disciples of Xianmen, it is inevitable to be trained..."
　　Sun Guanshi kept telling him all the way, and the other handymen were only promised to walk forward with their heads down.
　　 When he arrived in front of the Tibetan Scripture Hall, Fang Yuan accidentally turned his head and stayed for a while.
　　 Not far away, within a pavilion, there were a few Xianmen disciples talking and laughing, with unspeakable confidence.
What made Fang Yuan even more condensed in his heart was that he saw an acquaintance from those Xianmen disciples, which was actually his classmate Zhou Qingyue when he was in the fairy palace of Taiyue City. Compared with a month ago, This week, Qingyue's temperament has changed a lot, and he already has a bit of temperament of Xianmen disciples, which makes Fang Yuan a little surprised. He is seeing Zhou Qingyue laughing while practicing some kind of method.
　　 in his palm, blue and green, a dead leaf flew up and down, very smart.
　　 This is a kind of practice of mana manipulation by the disciples of Xianmen, which controls the fallen leaves with mana and moves around in the palm of your hand.
　　 And this is making Fang Yuan's heart a little bit heavy: being able to control the dead leaves is at least a realm of practising Qi...
　　 Once in the Fairy Hall of Taiyue City, his qualifications were only ordinary, but now the cultivation base is so high?
　　 This made Fang Yuan a little surprised, and there was some kind of faint loss in my heart.
　　 What is the treatment of Xianmen disciples......
　　I have practiced hard for more than a month, but there are still a few key points that have not been broken.
　　 "Hehe, Brother Fang, what are you looking at?"
A voice rang next to him, but it was Sun Guanshi who came over and looked at Fang Yuan’s eyes. He guessed his thoughts and couldn’t help but sigh, saying,
Did you see the disciples of Xianmen? I am envious of the progress of the practice..."
　　 "This gap is so big?"
　　 Fang Yuan was silent for a while before he could not help speaking.
　　 "It will be bigger in the future!"
Sun Guanshi patted Fang Yuan on the shoulder and sighed, "Brother Fang, I just wanted to tell you when you first entered the immortal gate. I saw you full of energy before. I think if you have a thought, you are alive. There must be a head to head, like me, I can’t survive without a jug of wine and half a pound of pork head meat at dinner... But ah, you’re always floating like this is not a way, although brother I don’t want to hit you, But it’s time to say a few words to you, our Qingyang Sect, although there are rules for this handy disciple to become a disciple of Xianmen, as far as I know, there is no one in these three hundred years. Handyman really succeeded..."
　　 "Why?"
　　 Fang Yuan's expression was a bit stunned. He looked up dumbly at Sun Guanshi.
　　 "Because spiritual practice is not such a simple thing..."
Sun Guanshi smiled bitterly: "Cultivation is the way to go against the sky, step by step, dangerous, like walking on thin ice, a little careless, is to get out of the way and die, the real Xianmen disciples, not only have sufficient resources, but also Every step of the way to practice, there are instructions from the master, and even directly to help them through the difficulties, you usually practice harder, and then you work hard, you get stuck when you encounter a problem, you can’t be careful, but people can be safe and sound. How can you compare this efficiency with you?"
　　 "Yeah, if I have a master's guidance, I won't dare to attack those key points..."
　　 Fang Yuan was dumbfounded, thinking of the difficult problem he encountered in his practice now, and he felt a little heavy in his heart.
"Now you are only one step behind them. In the future, it will be farther and farther away. The first level of Qi training is just the beginning. This gap is also small. You will understand it later. And save myself so tired..."
　　Sun Guanshi just finished, regretfully patted Fang Yuan's shoulder, turned to enter the Tibetan Scripture Hall, and assigned work.
　　 "Is there really no hope?"
　　 Fang Yuan was silent for a while, and then followed into the Tibetan Scripture Hall, but his mind was a little chaotic.
This month, he has never stopped diligently practicing, and he can’t slack off for a moment, but he didn’t expect to have been pulled down by his classmates so much. Compared with Zhou Qingyue’s qualifications, he is just ordinary, even he has already passed himself What about Qi Xiaofeng?
　　 What about Lu Xinyao?
　　 For a time, he couldn't even think about it.
　　 After all, he is also a young man, and his peace of mind is always calm, and he still has some unwillingness...
When he was working, Fang Yuan said nothing, silently and mechanically, and he always remembered how Zhou Qingyue and other people were talking and laughing in the gazebo. He thought his mood was already peaceful. , But now it is very disturbing!
　　For him, this is the first time he has truly felt the change that fate has brought to himself!
　　Now he does not want anything, just wants to empty his head, nothing to worry about.
　　 "Brother Fang is a bit wrong..."
　　 "I saw those Xianmen disciples just now, he seemed to be envious..."
"Well, who is not envious of the disciples of Xianmen, he is mainly a little unwilling. We must know that our Fangyuan Fangdi was once the top of the list of Xianmen, but Daoyuan’s true solution was canceled, and he fell off the list. , Otherwise, he is now the true biography!"
　　 "It used to be before, now it has been doing chores, and has not accepted his fate, that is, it's hard to find oneself..."
　　 Other handy disciples ~EbookFREE.me~ also saw the frustration in Fang Yuan's heart, and all smiled secretly. They stayed in Xianmen for a long time, and they were very slick in doing things. They were unwilling to do some hard work. Seeing Fang Yuan diligently, they gave him away and sat down and talked about the sky, and Fang Yuan I don't care, I just buried my head between the bookshelves and didn't raise my head, as if I had forgotten everything.
　　I don't know how long after that, he already feels that his arms are a little sour before he stops slowly.
At this time, he had gone deep into the Tibetan scriptures, surrounded by tall bookshelves. He couldn't even hear the voices of the handful of disciples, just like hiding in the deep forest, there was no one, no sound. I can't hear it, it's as quiet as a grave.
　　 stood in a daze for a long while, and Fang Yuan sat down leaning against the bookshelf, his expression was a bit lonely.
　　 The gap between this handyman and the real Xianmen disciples is too big...
　　 In just one month, Xiuwei was pulled down so much, what about the future?
　　I was once very ambitious and wanted to regain my top spot again, is it really possible?
　　 The kind of chaotic and annoyed emotion broke him for a month, and he broke down instantly.
　　 "Oh, God, are you really playing me?"
　　I don't know how long the silence was, Fang Yuan couldn't help but laughed at himself.
He was lazy and pulled out a book on the shelf next to him. He would smash it into the distance, as if he wanted to smash the invisible, yet ubiquitous, and miserable God , Vent the fire in your heart...
　　 But at this moment, he suddenly stayed for a while, instead of throwing out the book in his hand, he took it back to his eyes.
　　By the dim light, he could see clearly the four big characters in his writing: Dao Yuan's true solution!