Master of Great Calamity

Have you heard? The guy who got promoted from the handyman is a lunatic...

This is a big celebrity nowadays, who doesn't know him?

Haha, it is said that on the third day after entering the Immortal Sect, this man set fire to Junior Sister Li's window. It is said that Junior Sister Li was changing clothes at that time, and he saw something that he shouldn't have seen. As a result, Junior Sister Li went mad and chased him down a mountain road more than ten miles away with a sword...

Senior Brother Liu was even worse. It is said that he got up one night and looked at the full moon in the sky and thought of his hometown. When he was chanting and expressing his feelings, he suddenly heard a loud bang in his room. Half of the roof was cut off, and the wind blades flew around. It doesn't work...

I can understand the animal whip to invigorate qi and strengthen yang, but why would Senior Brother Liu use those words when he misses Yue?

Perhaps I thought of a certain girl from my hometown by the way...Anyway, Senior Brother Liu went to complain to the deacon in tears!

Not only Senior Brother Liu, but also the brothers and sisters next to his small building, everyone is full of complaints...

Yes, even the deacon can't ignore it anymore, he made a special trip to reprimand Tong'er to tell him a lesson!

Haha, this is actually a wonderful person. I wanted to be friends with him...

Hey, let's forget it. There are so many people in the fairy sect who can be friends, why bother to touch the bad luck of Senior Sister Wu Qing?

What I'm talking about is that I heard that all the disciples of the Immortal Sect went to the deacon to file a complaint, and there was also Qingfeng Poetry Club. None of them wanted to be neighbors with him. Usually, in the Buddhist scripture hall, in the alchemy workshop, and in the Magic Artifact Pavilion, you can't even see his shadow. In our Immortal Sect, we all pay attention to keeping warm and helping each other. This fellow is very good, and he has made himself a lonely family...

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Among the Immortal Sect, rumors about Fang Yuan, a disciple who was promoted from a handyman, have never been broken. All the disciples of the Immortal Sect felt that he was alone, he was excluded, and discussed in private, and even felt a little pity for him. The practice life in the Immortal Sect is boring. If there is no one to talk and drink, wouldn't this kind of life be too lonely?

Of course, this is what other people think, but for Fang Yuan, there is only one feeling...

...Life in this fairy gate is really blissful!

Don't worry about cultivation resources, don't need to be distracted from chores, just concentrate on cultivation, this kind of life is simply a fairyland.

Since he realized that the Qingfeng Poetry Society was ostracizing him, he simply stopped asking for trouble. He got the magic scroll from Xiaojiao, and he didn't have to go to the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion to be looked down upon by others.

The Qingfeng Poetry Club wanted to squeeze him out of the crowd, so he simply took the initiative to stay away from the crowd!

He practiced in the small building, and after a few incidents, Xianmen also issued a ban on him, forbidding him to practice spells in the small building, so he had no choice but to go to the depths of the bamboo forest and find a quiet place to practice. Sometimes he practiced for a whole day, and even forgot to go back. After a few times, he simply cut bamboo into wood in the bamboo forest, built a small bamboo house, and lived here!

During the day, he went to the waterfall to watch the flowing water, and felt the continuity of the water spells; he listened to the howling of the bamboo wind, and was moved by the change and directionlessness of the wind spells; at night, he lit a wildfire in front of the bamboo house, read books by the light of the fire, and felt the magical power contained in the flickering flames; he lived in the bamboo forest, far away from the hustle and bustle of the world, and devoted himself to his practice.

What is the filth and struggle between people? Those spells contain the control of the power of heaven and earth. In Fang Yuan's opinion, this is more beautiful than anything in the world. Even if he is immersed in it forever, he has no complaints...

However, every three or four days, he would leave the bamboo forest and go to the elixir supervisor Xiaojiao to help, not to earn resources, but simply to get in touch with some elixir. Except when playing chess, he would find Xiaojiali, a stinky chess basket, a bit annoying, but other times he was very calm and satisfied. When he was really bored, couldn't he go to Steward Sun for a drink?

It was also when drinking with Guanshi Sun that all the big and small things in the fairy gate fell into Fang Yuan's ears.

Steward Sun was born to like Li Jiashou, the patriarch of the master. Although he was only a handyman, all the big and small things in the fairy sect could not escape his old man's eyes and ears. He knew all about which elder was moved by Fanxin and married a disciple as a concubine, and which honest disciple of the fairy sect fell in love with another female disciple.

Sometimes Fang Yuan was curious, how did he know?

But there is no reason, Guanshi Sun just knows, he is so omniscient...

Of course, the premise is that these things must be gossip-worthy. Steward Sun is never interested in things that are not gossip-worthy!

The same is true, although Fang Yuan stayed away from the crowd, he knew about the affairs of Xianmen from time to time. He had already heard that the Qingfeng Poetry Club once made a bet in private, betting that he would voluntarily bow to them if he could not last two months. However, I heard that the bet was originally for one month, but after one month passed, there was no result, so it could only be changed to two months...

He didn't even bother to reason about the principle of this side, and now he was only thinking about cultivation.

When cultivating, no matter how hard it is, how tiring, and how dangerous it is, he is satisfied when he sees those terrifying powers that are actually controlled by himself. As for whether he will not be able to control this power, or even be backlashed and lose his life, he is not worried!

Spells are difficult or easy, deep or shallow.

He who is shallow can figure it out by himself, the difference is only in practice, but he doesn't worry about backlash.

As for the difficult one, he directly used the technique of Tianwei to push it, and his comprehension was deeper, and he avoided countless dangers invisibly.

To him, the image of an enraged female fairy rushing forward with a sword is far more terrifying than practicing spells...

As for his cultivation, he was also very satisfied.

With the help of Sufficient Spirit Stones and the Spirit Gathering Formation on the Small Bamboo Peak, his cultivation gradually improved, and finally, after more than a month, he gradually reached the third level of Qi training, which was more than two months faster than he expected when he was in the Hall of Miscellaneous Affairs, and he was very satisfied.

And other aspects such as pills, formations, talismans, and tools have also made great progress, and the basic knowledge has almost been fully mastered.

Apart from the corresponding allusions, he usually reads them once, and occasionally asks the deacons if he has any doubts. The deacons are very generous about this. They know that Fang Yuan is a latecomer and must have many deficiencies, and they can explain it to him.

Gradually, two months passed, and life in Xianmen returned to peace.

Fang Yuan was promoted from a handyman to the Immortal Sect, and the attention he aroused because he was too diligent in cultivation has gradually faded now, because he was excluded by the Qingfeng Poetry Society, and the interest of the disciples of the Immortal Sect to watch the excitement has also faded.

When others enter the fairy gate anyway, they always want to blend in, otherwise they will feel insecure.

Qingfeng Poetry Club actually made a big fuss about this point, forcibly blocking Fang Yuan and Xianmen, forcing Fang Yuan to bow his head and admit defeat, but Qingfeng Poetry Club's singing was actually a one-man show. After more than two months, Fang Yuan did not respond at all...

This is bound to be a bit embarrassing...

At the beginning, they were expecting Fang Yuan to give some kind of reaction to make them more interested, but later on, they gave up on it, and had to express their admiration to Fang Yuan, this buddy is really good at hiding...

More importantly, the time for Feiyun Mountain to preach for the second time has finally arrived!

Now, the Qingyang Seventh Son, who was the first to receive the inheritance of the four methods of the Qingyang School, has completed his enlightenment, and it is time to go down the mountain. As we all know, when the seven of them returned to Xiaozhufeng, it was time for Feiyun Mountain to open again and choose disciples to preach...

As we all know, Wu Qing, the second leader of Qingfeng Poetry Club, is determined to win this opportunity to preach!

Qingfeng Poetry Club also attaches great importance to this matter. After Wu Qing also went to the mountain to preach, their Qingfeng Poetry Club has two inner sect disciples in this immortal sect. Invisibly, their natural status has skyrocketed. Coupled with Wu Qing's family background and Qi Xiaofeng's personal strength, Qingfeng Poetry Club's leap to become the number one in Xiaozhufeng is already a certainty!

When...when...when...

Until one gloomy afternoon, the evangelism bell on Xiaozhu Peak rang and swayed slowly in the mountains. All the disciples of the Immortal Sect guessed that the preaching of Feiyun Mountain would have a result, and they all rushed to the main hall, especially the members of Qingfeng Poetry Club.

But what they probably didn't expect was that Fang Yuan, who was reading in the bamboo forest, also lightly put down the scroll in his hand when the bell rang, smiled faintly, then tied up his long hair, put on his green robe, and left the bamboo house...