Master of Great Calamity

In the blink of an eye, more than a month passed, and Fang Yuan's life in Qingyang Sect was also stabilized.

At this time, he was completely immersed in his own practice world.

Doing chores during the day, practicing diligently at night, and occasionally having spare time, I carefully read the book that Mr. Zhu gave me, and made up for other knowledge of practice that I had neglected in order to study the true understanding of Daoyuan.

Gradually, not only is his cultivation steadily improving every day, but his understanding of cultivation is also getting deeper and deeper day by day.

It is precisely because of this that although the life in this fairy gate is hard and boring, it makes him feel extremely fulfilled...

Haha, Junior Brother Fang is here again?

How is your recent cultivation?

In the dining hall, Fang Yuan walked past with the scroll in his arms, and everyone who saw him greeted him with a smile.

During this month, Fang Yuan gradually became acquainted with the handyman disciples who were often seen in this fairy gate.

Now that he used to be at the top of the Jiazi list, but the news that he was canceled because of Dao Yuan's true understanding has spread throughout the fairy sect. The attitude of the servants towards him is also complicated. At the beginning, they saw him practicing diligently every day and not forgetting to read books even after eating. There was a lot of ridicule.

For those who are willing to work hard, these handyman disciples will respect them a little bit more.

Oh, Junior Brother Fang, long time no see, has your cultivation improved again?

As soon as Fang Yuan heard this voice, his head got a little big. Needless to say, it was Steward Sun who came.

For more than a month after entering Fang Yuan, Fang Yuan did everything he wanted, but this steward was a headache. He often went to Fang Yuan's hut to chat with him for several hours. It was only at this time that Fang Yuan realized that Steward Sun's narration was already well-known in this fairy sect.

But fortunately, Fang Yuan has learned a unique skill through years of hard study. On the surface, he can nod his head from time to time while talking to Steward Sun, but in his heart, he has been figuring out the meaning of the scriptures and thinking about the way of practice, which is not a waste of time.

It is rare for Steward Sun to have a talking friend like Fang Yuan who can listen to him and even respond to him. He also feels like a confidant. He only chatted with Fang Yuan for half an hour in the morning. When we met at noon, it felt like we hadn't seen each other for a long time...

...After lunch, come to the Hall of Miscellaneous Affairs to order, and go to Xiaozhufeng to tidy up the Hall of Sutras...

Sun Guanshi narrated for a long time, but Fang Yuan only caught such a little useful information, so he nodded and agreed.

As a handyman disciple, he didn't just do his own duties well. The handyman's hall often assigned some other tasks, which were called temporary transfers. In this area, Fang Yuan was not as smooth as those handymen who had stayed in the fairy gate for a long time.

After the point, Fang Yuan and several other disciples boarded the wooden kite of Steward Sun.

This wooden kite is a low-level magic weapon in the fairy gate. It can travel against the wind and is convenient for traveling in the mountains, but it is not very strong, especially the one of Steward Sun. It is obvious that it is about to fall apart.

Xiaozhufeng is where the scripture collection hall of Qingyang Sect is located. Nowadays, the spiritual practice is often stored in jade slips. However, there are many paper and even bamboo slips.

However, these scrolls and bamboo slips are not as convenient to store as the jade slips, they need to be cleaned regularly, and the library hall is so large that it cannot be taken care of by one or two people, every cleaning and tidying up is a big project.

Little Bamboo Peak has many rules, you all should be more careful, if you bump into a disciple of the Immortal Sect, you will inevitably be punished...

Steward Sun kept giving instructions along the way, and several other handymen were also obedient, walking forward with their heads down.

When he arrived in front of the Buddhist scripture hall, Fang Yuan inadvertently turned his head and was stunned for a moment.

Not far away, in a gazebo, there were a few immortal disciples chatting and laughing with indescribable confidence.

What made Fang Yuan even more nervous was that he saw an acquaintance among the disciples of the immortal sect. It was Zhou Qingyue, his classmate in the Fairy Hall of Taiyue City.

In his palm, green air lingered, and a dead leaf fluttered up and down, very agile.

This is a kind of practice of the disciples of the immortal sect on mana control. They use mana to control the fallen leaves and dance in the palm of their hands.

And this just made Fang Yuan's heart sink slightly: To be able to control dead leaves is at least a perfect level of Qi training...

Once in the Fairy Hall of Taiyue City, his aptitude was only considered ordinary, but now his cultivation level is so high?

This made Fang Yuan a little surprised, and felt a faint sense of loss in his heart.

How good is the treatment of Xianmen disciples...

I have been cultivating hard for more than a month, but there are still a few key points that have not been broken, and there is no time for consummation, but he has...

Hehe, Junior Brother Fang, what are you looking at?

A voice sounded from the side, but it was Steward Sun who came over, following Fang Yuan's gaze, he guessed what he was thinking, couldn't help but sighed, and said, Did you see the progress of the cultivation of the disciples of the Immortal Sect, and envy you...

Is this gap so big?

Fang Yuan was silent for a while before he couldn't help but speak.

It will be bigger in the future!

Steward Sun patted Fang Yuan on the shoulder and sighed: Junior Brother Fang, when you first entered the Immortal Gate, I wanted to tell you that I saw you were full of energy before, so I thought it would be good if you had something to think about. People, you have to make a living. Like me, I can't live without a pot of wine and half a catty of pork head meat at dinner... But ah, it's not a solution for you to keep floating like this. Although I don't want to hit you, brother, I should tell you something from the bottom of my heart. Our Qingyang Sect, although there is a rule for this handyman disciple to become a disciple of the immortal sect, but as far as I know, in the past three hundred years, no handyman has really succeeded...

Why?

Fang Yuan looked a little astonished, and looked up at Steward Sun blankly.

Because cultivation is not such a simple matter...

Guanshi Sun smiled bitterly and said: Cultivation is a road against the sky. Every step is dangerous, like walking on thin ice. If you are not careful, you will go crazy and end up dead. The real disciples of the immortal sect not only have sufficient resources, but also have masters to guide them every step of the way. How can you compare the efficiency?

That's right, if I had Master's guidance, I wouldn't dare to attack those key points...

Fang Yuan was in a daze, thinking of the difficulty he had encountered in his practice, he felt a little heavy in his heart.

Right now you are only one step behind them. In the future, you will be farther and farther behind. The first level of Qi training is just the beginning, and the gap is small. You will understand later, so calm down as soon as possible, and save yourself so tired...

Steward Sun said nothing more, patted Fang Yuan on the shoulder regretfully, turned around and entered the scripture hall to distribute work.

Is there really no hope?

Fang Yuan was silent for a while, and followed into the scripture hall, but his mood was a little confused.

In the past month, he has never stopped practicing diligently, and he never slacked off for a moment, but he did not expect to be pulled down so much by those classmates. Compared with him, Zhou Qingyue's aptitude is only average, and even he has surpassed himself. What about Qi Xiaofeng?

Where is Lu Xinyao?

For a while, he couldn't think about it anymore.

After all, he is still a young man, and no matter how stable his mood is, he still feels unwilling...

When he was working, Fang Yuan didn't say a word, he tidied up silently and mechanically. In his mind, he always thought of Zhou Qingyue and the others talking and laughing in the gazebo. He thought his mood was already very peaceful, but now he was very disturbed!

For him, this is the first time he truly felt the changes brought about by his fate!

Now he doesn't want to do anything, he just wants to empty his head and not think about anything.

Junior Brother Fang looks a little strange...

I just saw those immortal disciples, he seemed to be very envious...

Hey, who doesn't envy the disciples of the immortal sect? He is mainly unwilling. You know, our Junior Brother Fang Yuanfang was once at the top of the immortal list. It's just that the Dao Yuan True Explanation was cancelled, so he fell off the list. Otherwise, he would be the true biography now!

It used to be in the past, but now I have been a handyman, and if I don't accept my fate, I'm asking for trouble...

The other handyman disciples also saw the depression in Fang Yuan's heart, and they all secretly laughed. They stayed in the fairy gate for a long time, and they were very slippery in their behavior and work. They didn't want to do some hard work. Seeing that Fang Yuan was diligent, they simply gave it up to him. They sat on the side and chatted.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt that his arms were a little sore, so he stopped slowly.

At this time, he had already penetrated into the depths of the scriptures, surrounded by tall bookshelves, he could not even hear the voices of the handyman disciples just now, as if he had hidden in the deep forest, there was no one, no sound at all, it was as quiet as a grave.

After standing in a daze for a while, Fang Yuan sat down leaning on the bookshelf, looking a little lonely.

The gap between this handyman and a real fairy disciple is too big...

In just one month, his cultivation has been pulled down so much, what about the future?

I used to be full of pride, and wanted to regain my top position, is it really possible?

That chaotic and annoyed mood instantly broke the calm he had kept for a month, and it was out of control.

Oh, my God, are you really kidding me?

After being silent for an unknown amount of time, Fang Yuan couldn't help laughing at himself.

Lazily, he pulled out a book from the nearby bookshelf, and was about to throw it towards the distance, as if he wanted to hit the invisible, but ubiquitous God, who made himself miserable, and vent the anger in his heart...

But at this moment, he suddenly froze for a moment, instead of throwing out the book in his hand, he held it back in front of his eyes.

With the help of the dim light, he could see clearly the four big characters on the writing: Dao Yuan True Explanation!

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