On the second day, Fang Yuan was full of energy and full of energy when he got up.

The path of cultivation is profound and profound, and every step you take requires you to walk on thin ice and be careful, and because people are different, even if you practice the same method, the subtleties are also different, and no one can completely copy the path of cultivation of others. For a practitioner, it is like choosing a path that can lead him further among the complex and scattered paths in front of him.

If you are not careful, you will die.

But Fang Yuan was different, he now had the ability to see the right choice at a glance from the chaos!

Although he has only just made a start, with this kind of help, he has no fear of the road ahead!

"Huh, Senior Brother Fang, I see that you are in good spirits today!"

When Fang Yuan arrived in front of the Miscellaneous Affairs Hall to order, Steward Sun and the others were already waiting there, and when they saw Fang Yuan coming, they felt that his complexion was very good, and they looked him up and down, they were all slightly surprised, Steward Sun was a little curious, and said, "Hey, if I'm not mistaken...... Your breath has grown a lot stronger, as if it has grown again overnight?"

"That's right, I practiced last night, and I accidentally used the spiritual wit, and I was lucky enough to break a layer of tricks......"

Fang Yuan smiled and replied with some satisfaction.

"Alas, Senior Brother Fang is very human, if you keep this momentum, you may really be able to enter the inner gate in the future!"

When the other handymen saw it, they couldn't help but be amazed.

With their realm, they still can't really see Fang Yuan's cultivation, but Fang Yuan's cultivation diligence is all in their eyes.

In addition, Fang Yuan's aura was indeed a lot stronger, and he didn't mind complimenting him a few words.

"Hmph, if it's so easy to enter the inner gate, I'm afraid there will be no miscellaneous servants in the fairy gate!"

In the midst of the praise, there was also a miscellaneous servant who said coldly.

But it was a burly man around thirty years old, born with a two-layer cultivation of qi, Fang Yuan listened to it, and he didn't mind, he knew that this person, named Song Kui, was one of the miscellaneous disciples, and it was said that he had some relationship with a certain deacon in Xianmen, and even Steward Sun didn't want to worry about him, and he had always been respectful of this kind of person!

"Haha, Senior Brother Fang works hard to practice, this is a good thing, if he can really be admitted to the inner gate in the future, then our miscellaneous prison will also have a light on his face, okay, don't say much, let's go, strive to finish this Tibetan scripture hall as soon as possible, and it will be easy!"

Steward Sun relieved the siege in three or two sentences, and then led people to board the wooden kite and spread his wings and flew towards Xiaozhu Peak.

"Who, I heard that you are very diligent, then tidy up my row of bookshelves......"

This time, the work assigned by Steward Sun was very meticulous, he saw that the other miscellaneous people were lazy yesterday, only Fang Yuan was working seriously, this time everyone was assigned a piece, saving these guys from being lazy, and the other miscellaneous servants just sighed a few words, and then went to do their own work, but it was the one who called Song Kui, who took advantage of Steward Sun's unpreparedness, and commanded Fang Yuan quite arrogantly.

"Alright then!"

Fang Yuan hesitated for a moment and agreed.

This Song Kui is one of the tyrants in the Immortal Sect, and it is generally difficult for newcomers to escape from his clutches, but Fang Yuan is different from others. First, he was personally brought into Xianmen by Uncle Qiao, the deacon of Xianmen, and secondly, after entering Xianmen, he has always been close to Steward Sun, so Song Kui has not come to entangle.

But now, it seems that Fang Yuan's hard work has made this bully a little dissatisfied to some extent, at this time, it is clear that there is some meaning to find fault, Fang Yuan is a character who does not want to cause trouble, but he does not want to make trouble with him!

"Humph!"

Seeing that Fang Yuan was as good as a stream, this Song Kui looked a little dissatisfied, twisted his neck, and walked away fiercely.

"I'm an honest man, but I don't fight these people bravely......"

Fang Yuan pondered in his heart and went into the Tibetan Scripture Hall with his hands behind his back.

He didn't mind doing more work in this scripture hall.

As long as he can get in touch with these spiritual texts, he will be happy to let him live here.

In fact, he was a little moved now, wondering if one day he would give Steward Sun some benefits and let him arrange for him to guard the Tibetan Scripture Palace. Ten years of hard reading, so that he developed a good habit of reading, a day without a book, like a pervert has not seen a woman for a year, the books in this Tibetan scripture hall are varied, all-encompassing, really greedy......

That's it, while tidying up, while casually flipping through the books in my hand, time passed slowly.

"Senior Brother Fang, let's take a rest first!"

Until noon, when Steward Sun sent someone to summon Fang Yuan to dinner, he was still holding a book and watching it happily.

Usually, Fang Yuan's miscellaneous disciples would go to the spiritual dining hall on the side of the miscellaneous prisoner when they ate, but now the work in this scripture hall has not been completed, and it is troublesome to run back and forth, so they all stayed in Xiaozhufeng, and Steward Sun has already sent food, so they sat around a big bluestone in the bamboo forest, ate something simply, and then returned to the scripture hall to continue their work.

Thinking of the several volumes of good books he had read this morning, Fang Yuan was in a very good mood, and he ate an extra bowl of rice.

"Yo, isn't this Senior Brother Fang Yuanfang?"

Just as he was about to finish eating, he suddenly heard a laugh beside him.

Fang Yuan turned his head in some surprise, and saw that there were several more men and women on the side of the pavilion not far away, the men were handsome, the women were charming, looking at the clothes, they were all disciples of this Immortal Sect, and the person who spoke was standing next to the crowd over there, wearing a red robe, with a simple long sword on his back, looking quite dusty, but who was Zhou Qingyue, his classmate in Taiyue City?

Seeing this person, Fang Yuan was also stunned for a moment, and put down the dishes and chopsticks in his hand!

He had seen Zhou Qingyue at this peak yesterday, and he didn't want to meet this person, but he didn't expect to run into him!

Several other miscellaneous servants were stunned when they saw that some Immortal Sect disciples took the initiative to talk to Fang Yuan, and looked at him with complicated eyes, while next to Zhou Qingyue, several Immortal Sect disciples also said with some curiosity: "Senior Brother Zhou, do you know this miscellaneous servant?"

Zhou Qingyue said with a smile: "Don't you know, you may not recognize it, do you know who this is?" He is the famous Fang Yuan, he was originally the top of the immortal list in this year's Fairy Hall exam, but it's a pity that the Dao Yuan True Solution subject was canceled, haha......"

That laughter sounded a little harsh, and Fang Yuan faintly felt the urge to put the porridge bowl in his hand on his face.

"So it's him?"

When this group of Immortal Sect disciples heard this, their faces were different.

They were no strangers to each other, Fang Yuan was once recognized as the number one on the immortal list, that is to say, all of them had lost to him in the assessment, when they thought of this former leader, now they actually appeared in front of him wearing the service of a miscellaneous servant, and the eyes that looked at Fang Yuan also became complicated. Some people smiled knowingly, while others looked Fang Yuan up and down scrutinically.

"If you have to worry about it, everything is fine!"

These glances made Fang Yuan's heart unhappy, and he didn't want to say more, so he scribbled back and stood up.

"Haha, it's really good, Senior Brother Fang wears this miscellaneous clothes, it fits very well......"

Zhou Qingyue laughed, looking left and right, very complacent.

"You are Fang Yuan?"

But at this moment, among the group of Immortal Sect disciples, there was a woman in a white dress, fifteen or sixteen years old, with an outstanding temperament, and a very pleasant appearance, but she came over with some surprise, gave a light salute, looked at Fang Yuan with great interest, and said with a smile: "I have heard of your name before, once I passed by Taiyue City, and I wanted to visit you, but I didn't expect to meet here!"

"Little Sister Qiao, you ......"

Zhou Qingyue obviously didn't expect this woman to be so polite to the other party, and opened her mouth a little puzzled.

But that little sister Qiao ignored him, looked at Fang Yuan with a smile and said: "Senior Brother Fang, I have heard about you, it is an unfair fate, but I can't complain about you, little sister admires your knowledge very much, I don't know if I can come to the pavilion to talk about it?"

Hearing this, several other Immortal Sect disciples were also slightly stunned, and they didn't know why this little Qiao Senior Sister took the initiative to invite.

Fang Yuan turned his head to look at her, and he didn't know if this beautiful woman was sincere or sneering like others, but he didn't intend to have too much intersection with these immortal sect disciples at this time, so he shook his head and said, "How can I have any knowledge, Dao Yuan's true understanding is all fake, my belly is naturally also a fake, don't disturb a few senior brothers Qing Xiu, I still have some work to do!"

As he spoke, he hugged his fists and turned around and walked out of the forest.

"Hehe, Senior Brother Fang was so domineering in the past, why is it that when he sees me now, it's like a mouse seeing a cat?"

Zhou Qingyue saw it on the side, with a playful smile on his face, deliberately pretending, reaching out and grabbing the ground, between his five fingers, the green air was swirling, and a withered yellow maple leaf on the ground floated up, like an arrow from the string flew out.

With a "whoosh", the dead leaf hit Fang Yuan's head, turning into fragments and scattering to the ground.

Fang Yuan's footsteps immediately stopped.