Chapter 27: Handyman

　　 "Boom" "Boom" "Boom" "Boom"
　　 The dull and powerful drum sounded in front of the Xiaozhu Hall, and soon disturbed the large and small Zhufeng up and down.
I don’t know how many Xianmen disciples heard the drums, and came over from all directions curiously. I thought that Xianmen had some instructions, but I didn’t realize that it was a handyman in Tsing Yi who was playing drums there. Gnarled on the side.
　　 "Who are you, dare to sound the alarm drum?"
　　 Soon, Xiaozhufeng headed up, and several deacons in white robes rushed down with various instruments, and sang loudly.
　　 Fang Yuan stopped the drum, and said loudly again: "Fang Yuan, a handy disciple, dedicated to the road, Qi Qiu entered the Xianmen to practice!"
　　 "Actually came to seek immortality?"
　　 All the disciples of Xianmen and those deacons were frowning and unexpected.
　　 And the other Xianmen disciples didn't even react in a moment.
They had planted ecclesiastically in their minds on weekdays, and they were the impression of disciples of Xianmen. At first glance, they saw that some disciples had come to Xiaozhufeng, and they wanted to get out of eclectic disciples. Identity, entering Xianmen, but just find it ridiculous.
　　 "How can a handy disciple beg for immortality, you are dizzy?"
　　 Even one of the deacons didn't respond, and he pointed to Fang Yuanchi subconsciously.
Fang principle is expressionless, his hands are slightly raised, a magic seal is formed on his chest, all mana is forced out, and suddenly, all his mana is pouring out, even the air around him becomes Blurred, a group of green spirits was even drawn out by the magic seal formed in his hands, just like a mass of unreal spirit fire, beating gently in front of his chest, the breath forced.
　　 "Fang Yuan, the disciple of the Hall of Miscellaneous Affairs, has broken through the three-tier threshold for practicing Qi, and is willing to break through the bridge of trials to figure out the fairy road!
　　 His voice was loud, and all the disciples were surprised and surprised.
　　Even the deacons looked strange and looked at each other. One of them said, "The bridge of trial is not..."
　　 "Oh, I said how dare someone easily knock the fairy drum, it turned out to be a handyman seeking fairy, but this has not been seen for many years!"
　　 It was at this moment that suddenly a gentle but majestic voice was heard above his head.
　　On the top of the peak of Xiaozhufeng, an old man in a gray robe stepped on the detailed cloud and fell down.
The old man could not see his age, his gray beard, his eyes were very bright, his breath was thick but gentle, and when he saw him slowly landed in front of the temple, no matter whether it was a disciple of Xianmen or a group of deacons, he bowed and saluted , In unison: "Have seen Elder Yun..."
　　 Fang Yuan saw it, hesitated for a moment, and followed him in a salute, knowing that the old man must have an extraordinary history.
　　 "Oh, let's get up!"
　　 The elder waved his hand casually, looked at Fang Yuan with a smile, and said, "Boy, do you want to enter the fairy gate?"
　　 Fang Yuan replied respectfully: "Exactly!"
"Well!"
　　 The elder nodded and asked with a smile: "A handyman enters the immortal gate and needs to pass the trial, but the trial is very dangerous. Are you really ready?"
Fang Yuan had already figured this out when he came. Now that he hasn’t reached the three-level consummation of Qi practice, it’s impossible to break the road of trial. Fortunately, he still has time. If Lu Chuang doesn't pass, you can go back and continue to practice!
　　 But for this little bamboo peak, he had to come and go, otherwise it would be difficult to get rid of Zhou Qingyue's trap!
　　 Thinking of this, he shouted: "Disciple Fang Yuan, ready to break through the bridge of trial!"
Elder Na Yun laughed, but shook his head, saying: "It seems that you have made enough preparations before you come, and you have fully understood the rules of Xianmen many years ago, but ah, you are late, try it. The bridge has been abandoned for many years..."
　　 "Amount......"
　　 Fang Yuan froze for a while, not knowing what to say for a while.
　　 "Now people are paying more and more attention to resources. For many years, no handyman disciples have entered the immortal gate..."
　　 Elder Yun seemed to explain in general. Some of the guilt-prone smiled.
　　 "If it is destroyed, anyway, I am not sure now that I have crossed the bridge of trial, but another rule..."
　　 Fang Yuan thought about it and hurriedly said: "In this case, the disciple had to wait until the third layer of Qi practice is complete!"
In this sentence, there is temptation.
The Bridge of Trials has been abandoned. Although he was a bit surprised and thought carefully, he is also reasonable. Qingyang Sect has not been an example of a handy disciple becoming a disciple of Xianmen for many years. The Bridge of Trials is naturally impossible. It has always existed. After all, to maintain that large formation requires a lot of resources. Now, the resources are the precious materials that all the immortal gates cherish their lives.
　　 But the other party was more concerned about it, but could he come after he reached the third level of Qi Qi?
　　 After all, breaking the bridge of trial is just one of the rules, and there is another one.
Elder Nayun said with a smile: "In addition to breaking into the bridge of trials, if there are handy disciples, you can reach the three-level consummation of Qi practice before the age of 17, and you can enter the Xianmen. This rule also exists. You If it can be achieved, it can naturally become a disciple of Xianmen, but... I think you will also be sixteen years old, and within a year, will you be able to raise your cultivation base to three levels of consummation?"
　　 "Disciples will go all out!"
　　 Fang Yuan replied in his mouth, but he was thinking about how to make himself stay here for a while.
　　 "In one year, he was promoted to the third level of Qi Qi, and this handyman dare to say..."
　　 "What's this, two months ago, didn't those people like Xiao Qiao did it?"
　　 "So how can it be the same, how do we practice, and how do we practice as a handyman?"
　　 Many disciples around Xianmen also whispered.
　　 "Child, how long have you been practicing?"
　　 Around the whispers, the elder Yun also looked up and down at Fang Yuan, seeming to be very interested.
　　 Fang Yuan reverently replied: "Since entering Xianmen, the disciple has been practicing for more than a year!"
　　 "One year?"
　　 Elder Yun said slightly: "How did you get to this level within a year?"
　　 Fang Yuan pondered for a moment and replied in a low voice: "After the disciple started, he worked in the day and practiced at night, never slack!"
　　 "How many hours a day?"
　　 Elder Yun seemed to be very interested in him.
Fang Yuan thought about it and replied seriously: "In the beginning, I was not very used to it. I could only spend three hours a day. Later, when I got better, I could practice four hours or even five hours. Now, I feel as long as I have time. You can always hold your heart!"
"what?"
　　A group of Xianmen disciples listened, and all changed their colors, looking at Fang Yuan like a monster.
　　 "Is this handyman bragging?"
　　 "We only practice two or three hours a day at most. This is hard work. How could he practice so long?"
　　In the eyes, Elder Yun seemed more gentle, and said softly: "Doesn't you need to sleep?"
Fang Yuan hesitated for a while before replying in a low voice: "In the beginning, I always felt a little tired, and I would sleep for a few hours a day, but then I practiced for a long time, but I felt that meditation and meditation did not conflict with sleep. With one breath and one breath, they all fit into the practice of Qi. Sleep is practice, and practice is sleep. When I wake up every day, I am full of energy and have a strong body and mind!"
　　 listened to his words, not to mention all the Xianmen disciples, even several deacons looked at him like monsters.
　　 "It really is a diligent child!"
　　 Elder Yun’s eyes were more gentle, and he asked, "Where can the resources come from?"
　　 Fang Yuan replied: "Xianmen releases two Qiqi Pills every month, and the rest will be exchanged by the Lingyao Supervisor!"
　　 Elder Yun nodded and asked, "Isn't there any bottleneck encountered in the Qi practice?"
"Have!"
Fang Yuan did not hesitate to answer: "I have encountered some key points, which are difficult to understand. Some of them are trying to figure out the righteousness of the scriptures, and they are suddenly clear. Some of them ask for Sun Guanshi of the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall. Try to figure it out yourself!"
　　 "Oh, it seems that talent is really good!"
Elder Na Yun seemed to be more interested. After a while, he smiled and said, "The old man is only about sixteen years old when he looks at your bone age. It’s harder, so it’s more secure. Why don’t you wait for it to come back at that time, but come ahead in advance, risking injury or even death, and rushing into the dangerous bridge of trial?

　　 Hearing this question, Fang Yuan was stunned and thought to himself: "I didn't want to take the risk..."
But this can’t be said straight away, and after pondering it, he whispered:
Practice is like fire, and it can’t be delayed for a while. The disciples have heard the words, and the time for the practitioners to lay a foundation is just these years. , Disciples are afraid to miss this best time!"
　　 "Hehe, this is not bad!"
　　Elder Yun nodded gently, suddenly moved forward gently, and pressed his palm gently to Fang Yuan's shoulder.
Suddenly, Fang Yuan only felt that there was an imperceptible force in the body that swam quickly, and he hadn't reacted yet. That force was taken back. When he raised his head, Elder Yun turned back towards The main hall of the small bamboo hall walked over. When he walked to the front of the hall, a futon was already flying out ~EbookFREE.me~ gently landed on the steps.
　　 Outside a group of Xianmen disciples and deacons, all looked at Elder Yun blankly, waiting for him to show.
When Elder Yun sat down, he looked at the deacons who looked at each other with surprise, and said, "What are you still doing? This little square has already said that the practice is like a fire, and it can't be delayed for a moment. Try it!"
　　 "But...the bridge of trial has been destroyed..."
　　The deacons looked weird, and a person with white robe and long beard accused him.
　　Elder Yun sighed and said, "The Bridge of Trial is just to test the qualifications of disciples. Can't you try it?"
　　 said this sentence, not to mention the deacons, even Fang originally stayed for a while.
　　 "Do you really want to try?"
　　He secretly thought, he did not make preparations, I am afraid not to lose ugliness?
　　 But thinking in his heart like this, his chest was raised on the face. With a look of confidence, he could not be seen.
The deacons also whispered a few words, seemingly having an idea, the man in white robe with long beard came out and looked at Fang Yuan, saying, "Then let me take the action first, the handy disciple Fang Originally, what spells or martial arts can you practice?"
　　 Fang Yuan was stunned and replied in a low voice: "Handy disciples can't repair spells, only practiced swords for a few days!"
"Oh?"
　　 The deacon stunned slightly, and asked, "He Jian He Jian?"
　　 Fang Yuan was silent for a while, and then whispered, "Thunderbolt is the ultimate nine-day sword..."
　　 Everyone stunned suddenly.
After a long while, a disciple who was drinking water not far away spouted out and coughed.
　　 twirled, laughter started in the mountains and the wild, and even Elder Na Yun not only smiled on his face.