Chapter 816: Pity

The whole Langya Pavilion looked at Fang Yuan with anxiety, guessing Fang Yuan's mood back and forth countless times in his heart, but Fang Yuan himself didn't notice it, just relaxed and even happily walked through the vast loan of Langya Pavilion Among them, I chose my favorite book.
Some people think that he has broken the path of cultivation. At least a thousand years ago, it was impossible to get Xianyuan, so now I will probably read some books on cultivation and self-cultivation, but I didn’t expect that Fang Yuan’s final selection was mostly about Immortal magic in spiritual practice.
This made many people secretly lament: "He is still unwilling..."
It's just that things have come to this point. Isn't the more unwilling, the more painful you are?
Fang Yuan didn't pay any attention to this, but just found a quiet side hall, moved all the scriptures he had chosen into it, and stayed there all day long. Only his nominal disciple Yun Zhou would be When he went in to serve, the others didn’t even know what he was doing. Occasionally he heard what he said there were
avenues with traces
and
sun and moon full
, but he was only confused and watched Every time he looked confused, but indulged in it, there was only one feeling...
...Won't Mr. Fang Yuan be crazy?
Bai Youran sometimes feels that she cares about his husband, who is now in a low state of life, and will let the chef in Langya Pavilion cook some old ginseng soup, Bai He's leg meat and the like, and serve them in the side hall. I tried my best to be a disciple, but the results were often bombarded by Fang Yuan impatiently. Once he was really angry to catch up with him, he was pulled over and beaten a few boards.
Bai Youran had no choice but to come out with emotion: "Mr. is not only crazy, but also a madman..."
Reluctantly, no one could understand what Fang Yuan was saying, no one could help him, even the upper and lower Langya Pavilion, even now Mrs. Bai and the seven principals of Langya Pavilion had come to see them specifically, but listen When I came to Fang Yuan’s occasional words, I couldn’t understand what he was talking about. I could only watch him unconsciously and sympathetically and wait for him.
Several other holy places, including Nanhai Wangqing Island, Jiuzhongtian, Bahuang City, etc., have all been visited by him, but they don’t know what the other party said, and they can only send countless Qidan strange treasures. So that he can take care of himself.
These great holy places have actually been secretly plotting many times. I have tried various methods to see if I can gather some more immortal sources to give Fang Yuan, but the result is disappointing. Immortal sources are originally cherished Things have been consumed year after year, and now they really do not have it in hand, or maybe some people have indeed left some, just hide it and say that there is no way, then there is no way.
The only way to get the fairy source again is to wait.
Immortal source is the condensed thing of heaven and earth. When the millennium or two thousand years pass, the fairy source will appear again in the world.
Maybe, after such a long period of exhaustion, the next time it appears, there will be more.
But for now, no one can do it.
More importantly, the attitude of many people is that even if Fang Yuan originally had Xianyuan, it would be useless.
What the guardian of Donghuang Mountain said was very reasonable!
The Heaven and Earth Avenue has changed, and the former Tiangong has made mistakes.
The more erroneous the merits, the more you participate in the research, the easier it is for you to embark on a misguided path and make it difficult for you.
Only those who have never experienced Tiangong at all can walk out of a new avenue.
And Fang Yuan, although he is a genius as recognized today, but he has also learned the power of heaven, even if he got the fairy source, it is only the achievement of God, and the biggest achievement in the future is only equivalent to the masters of the holy places. No matter how, it is no match for Donghuangshan.
With this in mind, even major holy places can only be watched now.
The general trend of Donghuang Mountain has risen, and there is no difference. Almost all major families and ancestors have been incorporated under the banner of Donghuang Mountain. Their forces are rising every day, and the Xianmeng and the Sixth Holy Land, at this time, they could only keep silent. They watched on the sidelines and were worried in their hearts. Is this Tianyuan really not going to form a dark dynasty again?
However, when the dark dynasty appeared in history, there were three generations of sword demons forcing him to cross the robbery.
Now in this life, where is that third-generation sword demon?
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"The avenue is difficult, the avenue is difficult, the avenue is simple and complex..."
In the side hall, Fang Yuan has not even cared about his image. There are many folds in the green robe. A variety of classics are just lying around in a row, with a few around him, and he writes everywhere. Cursive.
There are some weird words on it, and some are algorithms, and the piles are like hills.
Now in this place, even the white cat didn't come. It was too chaotic to throw away. Yunzhou and some maids in Langya Pavilion wanted to come in and clean up. They were also pushed out by Fang Yuan to prevent them from moving their baby.
Fang Yuan himself seems to be very distressed, but it is also the kind of distress that he enjoys in it. The various immortals in the Langya Pavilion have been turned over by him, and even the awe-inspiring merits of the Langya Pavilion are also turned over by him. After several times, and then directly dropped to the ground to ignore, the masters of the house were distressed, and secretly hugged it out, and treasured it well, so that this madman could no longer be seen.
Fang Yuan didn't pay any attention to it. He was indifferent to Tiangong Tiangong. It was rubbish. Those cursive scripts that he could not understand were like baby. They were packed neatly, one by one, one by one. It’s just that the writing isn’t so pretty...
On this day, he seemed to have encountered a problem again, so he sat down on the ground, leaning on the pillar, and groaned helplessly.
"Weird people, weird people, good and bad..."
When the words did not fall, I suddenly heard outside the hall, and a voice also sounded, facing him.
When Fang Yuan looked curiously, he saw that outside the hall, a young man wearing a robes walked in.
The person looks young, but there are wrinkles in the corners of the eyes, and there is more silver wire in the hair. It looks ordinary, but he has a proud air, and no one walks into the hall, and looks around. After a while, his eyes fell on Fang Yuan, and he smiled and said, "Just outside, just listening to you talking for a long time, if I guess correctly, you have something wrong!"
Fang Yuan was a little surprised: "Where?"
The young man said in that year: "There is a way to quote Dao in the second Xunzi!"
Fang Yuan quickly turned it over and said, "Where is the problem?"
The young man smiled and said, "You are young, you have ignored a rule, let me show you..."
Speaking of taking the pen and paper, the pen walked the dragon and snake, and wrote it, and all the wonderful words and expressions were displayed in front of Fang Yuan. Fang Yuan looked at the wonderful next, and clapped his hands in a hurry. The man finished writing, and said: "Unfortunately, I followed your thinking forward, and I didn't take a few steps, I found another problem that was difficult to solve, and I wouldn't get it if I wanted to come here!"
Fang Yuandao: "Can't you change your brains?"
He said he also grabbed the pen and paper, and quickly wrote on the cursive.
The two discussed together, and actually gave birth to a sense of unwillingness and mutual sympathy. Fang Yuan soon discovered that this young man was really a vast scholar, and he was only seen in his life. This young man also found that although Fang Yuan was young, but It seemed like an old monster who had not lived for tens of thousands of years. His knowledge and understanding were not inferior to himself, and he had another great courage.
The two got together and seemed to be friends they hadn't seen in years, and countless whims collided.
Soon, a cursive hill in this partial temple became two or three.
Neither of them eats or sleeps, but just swiftly argues and argues.
Sometimes the face of the fight is red, and the young people call Fang Fang originally a bastard. Fang Yuan uses Yunzhou dialect to call him a deflated grandson. Sometimes, he laughs like a good friend, and he often laughs. When a new chapter comes out, Yun Zhou will also be able to fetch wine and cheer with joy.
They only looked at the derivation, but did not realize that a cloud of dark clouds had shrouded the Langya Pavilion.
Far away thousands of miles away, there is a large army gathering, led by the guardian of the mountain next to the small holy teacher of Donghuangshan, surrounded by the godly holy master of Donghuangshan, who is now surrounded by divine light. The face was gloomy and murderous. In front of everyone, Shen shouted: "If Langya Pavilion dares to protect him, I am afraid that from today, there will be one less of the seven holy places!"
Some of the Cultivators followed Donghuang Mountain and followed.
Some people's minds tightened: "Donghuang Mountain has subdued the hearts of the people of the world, and finally can't hold back, want to start with the Holy Land?"
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In Langya Pavilion, Mrs. Bai didn't know when, when she arrived at the entrance of Piandian, Bai Yuran came with her.
At this time, Mrs. Bai had always smiled gracefully, but there was a touch of despair in her approachable face. Bai Youran's usual hippy smile, at this time, also like a scared little animal, they stood anxiously. At the entrance of the temple, it seemed that she wanted to push the door in, but the thin wooden door seemed to have thousands of weights. Both the mother and the child had no courage to push it open.
So, they stood outside the hall all night.
The dawn came, and the sunlight shed through the panes into the cold side hall.
Fang Yuan wrote the last word on the cursive script and threw away the pen, and laughed.
"Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, it really became!"
The young man was also quite emotional, looking at the cursive script around him, it seemed a little unbelievable.
Fang Yuan said with a smile: "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't succeed so quickly!"
The young man smiled that year: "It's no regret to see the happy heart!"
Fang Yuan threw away the pen, slowly stood up, sorted out his clothes, respectfully, and saluted the young man.
The young man also stood up that year and returned the salute to Fang Yuan. The ceremony moved for several weeks without any flaws.
When they worshipped each other, they all looked into each other's eyes. The two people's expressions were both emotional and joyful, with unabashed appreciation for each other, admiration, and, lingering. Regret and sadness.
Fang Yuan was silent for a while, and then said: "We finally worked out this method~EbookFREE.me~ Just don't know... can this method be considered a merit?"
"It's more than just merit?"
The young man shook his head that year and said, "This method should be called the word of Taoism!"
Fang Yuan laughed bitterly and said, "This is only the second volume, and it can't reach the height of Taoism..."
The young man interrupted him that year and said, "It depends on whether you can realize the third volume by yourself!"
Fang Yuan looked at him and said, "If only you could help me!"
"Walk alone, why use my strength?"
The young man smiled and said, "And you can tell, I'm dying!"
At this time, the white lady outside the temple suddenly covered her mouth, tears rolled down on Qingli's face.
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