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

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

During the day, he was doing miscellaneous work in his duties, and he practiced diligently at night, and when he had occasional leisure, he carefully read the book that Mr. Zhu gave him, and completed the other cultivation knowledge that he had neglected in order to study the true understanding of the Dao Yuan.

Gradually, not only did he steadily improve his cultivation every day, but his understanding of cultivation also deepened day by day.

Because of this, although the life in this immortal gate is hard and boring, it makes him feel unusually fulfilling......

"Haha, Senior Brother Fang is here again?"

"How's it going to be lately?"

In the dining hall, Fang Yuan walked by with a scroll, and everyone who saw him greeted him with a smile.

In the past month, Fang Yuan and the miscellaneous disciples who were often seen in this immortal sect had gradually become acquainted.

Now he used to be the top of the Jiazi list, but the matter of being canceled because of Dao Yuan Zhenjie has spread all over the Xianmen, and the attitude of the miscellaneous servants towards him is also complicated, at the beginning I saw that he practiced diligently every day, and he didn't forget to read books even when he ate, but there were a lot of ridicules, but more than a month later, although there are still people who disdain his diligence, this voice is much less.

For those who are willing to work hard, these miscellaneous disciples will have a little more respect for them.

"Oh, Senior Brother Fang, I haven't seen you for a long time, and your cultivation has improved again?"

As soon as he heard this voice, Fang Yuan's head was a little big, needless to say, it was Steward Sun who came.

After more than a month of entry, Fang Yuan took advantage of everything, but this Sun Steward was a headache, every time he ran to Fang Yuan's hut and pulled him to chat and talk, it was several hours to say it, and it was also at this time that Fang Yuan knew that this Sun Steward's talk was really famous in this immortal gate, and the other miscellaneous servants avoided him, and it was only his newcomer who was willing to listen to him......

But fortunately, the perennial years of hard study have made Fang Yuan learn a unique skill, on the surface, he can talk to Steward Sun, and he can nod and answer from time to time, but in his heart, he has been figuring out the meaning of the scriptures and thinking about the way of cultivation, which is not a waste of time.

And Steward Sun rarely finds Fang Yuan to be a "talker" who can listen to what he has to say, and even respond, and he also feels like a confidant, and he only pulled Fang Yuan to chat for half an hour in the morning, and when he saw him at noon, he felt that he hadn't seen him for a long time......

“...... After lunch, go to the Miscellaneous Hall to have some Mao, and go to Xiaozhufeng to clean up the Scripture Hall......"

Steward Sun chattered for a long time, but Fang Yuan only caught such a little useful information, and hurriedly nodded and agreed.

As a miscellaneous disciple, it is not just to do the things within his own duties, the miscellaneous service hall often has some other work to explain, which can be regarded as a temporary transfer, in this piece Fang Yuan is not as slippery as those miscellaneous servants who have been in the immortal gate for a long time, never lazy and lazy, the work assigned to him is always completed neatly, and Steward Sun likes Fang Yuan, which also has a lot to do with this.

After the order, Fang Yuan and several other miscellaneous disciples boarded Steward Sun's wooden kite.

This wooden kite is a low-level magic weapon in the fairy gate, which can resist the wind, and it is convenient to travel in the mountains, but it is not very strong, especially the one of Steward Sun, who is about to fall apart when it looks at it, and when it flies, it squeaks and twists, which is very scary.

Xiaozhufeng is where the Qingyang Sect Tibetan Scripture Hall is located, and now the practice of the mind is often stored in jade slips, but there are a lot of paper, and even bamboo slips, which are all antique-like things, and they are left in the Tibetan Scripture Palace, which is just a thought.

However, these books and bamboo slips are not as convenient as jade slips to preserve, and they need to be cleaned regularly, and the Tibetan scripture hall is large, but it is not one or two people who can take care of it, and every time it is cleaned and organized, it is a big project.

"Xiaozhufeng has a lot of rules, you all be careful, if you collide with the disciples of the Immortal Sect, you will inevitably be trained......"

Steward Sun kept telling along the way, and several other handymen also made promises and walked forward with their heads down.

When he arrived in front of the Tibetan Scripture Hall, Fang Yuan inadvertently turned his head and was stunned for a moment.

Not far away, in a pavilion, there were several Xianmen disciples talking and laughing, indescribably confident and chic.

What made Fang Yuan's heart condense even more was that he saw an acquaintance from those few immortal disciples, it was actually his classmate Zhou Qingyue when he was in the Fairy Hall in Taiyue City, compared with a month ago, Zhou Qingyue's temperament has changed greatly, and he already has a little bit of the temperament of an immortal disciple, what made Fang Yuan a little surprised, he was seeing Zhou Qingyue laughing while performing a certain method.

In the palm of his hand, the green qi is swirling, and a dead leaf is flying up and down, which is very smart.

This is a kind of practice of mana mana control by immortals, using mana to control falling leaves and flying in the palm of the mind.

And this made Fang Yuan's heart sink slightly: being able to control the withered leaves is at least a level of perfection in Qi cultivation......

Once in the Fairy Hall of Taiyue City, his qualifications were only ordinary, but now his cultivation is so high?

This made Fang Yuan a little surprised, and there was a faint loss in his heart.

How good is the treatment of the disciples of the Immortal Sect......

He has been practicing hard for more than a month, but there are still a few tricks that have not been broken, and he is far from consummation, but he has already ......

"Hehe, Senior Brother Fang, what are you looking at?"

A voice sounded next to him, but it was Steward Sun who came over, and when he looked at Fang Yuan's gaze, he guessed his thoughts, and couldn't help but sigh, and said, "Didn't you look at the cultivation progress of other immortal sect disciples, and envy it......

"This gap is so big?"

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

"It's going to be bigger in the future!"

Steward Sun patted Fang Yuan's shoulder and sighed: "Senior Brother Fang, I wanted to tell you when you first entered the Immortal Gate, I saw that you were full of energy before, and I thought you had a thought, people, you have to have a head to live, like me, I can't live without a pot of wine and half a catty of pig's head meat at dinner...... But ah, it's not a way for you to keep floating like this, although I don't want to hit you, senior brother, but I should also tell you a few words that are heart-wrenching, our Qingyang Sect, although there are rules for this miscellaneous disciple to become a disciple of the Immortal Sect, but as far as I know, in the past three hundred years, no miscellaneous servant has really succeeded......"

"Why?"

Fang Yuan's expression was really a little stunned, and he looked up at Steward Sun blankly.

"Because cultivation is not such a simple thing......

Steward Sun smiled bitterly: "Practice, it is the road against the sky, every step is dangerous, like walking on thin ice, if you are not careful, it is the end of going mad and dying, the real Xianmen disciples, not only have sufficient resources, but also every step of the cultivation road, there are masters to guide them, and even directly help them tide over the difficulties, you usually practice diligently, and when you encounter a problem, you get stuck, and you can't advance an inch carefully, but people can get through it without danger, how can you compare this efficiency?"

"Yes, if I had the guidance of my master, I wouldn't have dared to attack those tricks until now......"

Fang Yuan was stunned, thinking of the problem he had encountered in his cultivation now, and his heart was also a little heavy.

"Now you are just one step behind them, in the future, it will be farther and farther, the first layer of Qi training is just the beginning, this gap is also small, you will understand later, so, pay attention as soon as possible, and save yourself so tired......"

Steward Sun said, patted Fang Yuan's shoulder regretfully, and turned into the Tibetan Scripture Hall to assign work.

"Is there really no hope?"

Fang Yuan was silent for a while, and then followed into the Tibetan Scripture Hall, but his mood was a little chaotic.

In the past month, he has never stopped practicing diligently, and he must not slack off for a moment, but he didn't expect that he has been pulled down so much by those classmates, compared to Zhou Qingyue's qualifications, Zhou Qingyue's qualifications are only ordinary, and even he has already surpassed himself, so what about Qi Xiaofeng?

What about Lu Xinyao?

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

After all, he is also a young man, and no matter how stable his mood is, he is always a little unwilling......

When he was working, Fang Yuan didn't say a word, silently and mechanically cleaned up, his mind always remembered the appearance of Zhou Qingyue and a few others talking and laughing in that pavilion, he thought that his state of mind was already very peaceful, but now it was very disturbing!

For him, this is the first time he really feels the change that fate has brought to him!

Now he doesn't want anything, he just wants to empty his head and think about nothing.

"There's something wrong with Senior Brother Fang's appearance......"

"I saw those immortal disciples just now, he seems to be very envious......

"Hey, who is not envious of the disciples of the Immortal Sect, he is mainly a little unwilling, you know, our Fang Yuan Fang Senior Brother used to be the top of the Immortal List, but the Dao Yuan True Solution was canceled, so he fell off the list, otherwise, he is now the true legend!"

"It used to be before, but now I have done miscellaneous labor, and I still don't accept my fate, that is, I am not happy......"

The other miscellaneous disciples also saw the depression in Fang Yuan's heart, and they all laughed secretly. They have been in the immortal gate for a long time, they are very slippery in life and work, and they don't want to do some hard work, seeing that Fang Yuan is diligent, they simply gave it to him, sat on the side and chatted, and Fang Yuan didn't care, just buried his head in sorting out between the bookshelves, and didn't raise his head, as if he had forgotten everything.

I don't know how long it took, but he already felt that his arms were a little sore, and then he slowly stopped.

At this time, he had already gone deep into the depths of the scriptures, surrounded by tall bookshelves, and he couldn't even hear the voices of the miscellaneous disciples just now, as if he had hidden in the deep forest, there was no one, no sound at all, and it was as quiet as a tomb.

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

The gap between this miscellaneous servant and a true immortal sect disciple is too big......

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

Is it really possible for me to regain my top spot again?

That kind of chaos and chagrin instantly broke the calm he had maintained for a month, and it was out of control.

"Oh my God, are you really kidding me?"

I don't know how long he was silent, Fang Yuan couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly.

He lazily pulled out a book from the bookshelf next to him, and was about to smash it into the distance, as if he wanted to smash the invisible, but ubiquitous, and miserable God, to vent the frustration in his heart......

But at this moment, he suddenly froze, and instead of throwing the book out of his hand, he took it back in front of him.

Through the dim light, he could clearly see the four big characters on the letter: Dao Yuan True Solution!