Chapter 779: Start

"Ghost!"

Seeing this primordial spirit, Jiang Wang and Lin Shoucheng rolled their eyes and almost passed out in horror.

For them, the primordial spirit, which is between the virtual and the real, has the same characteristics as ghosts.

"It turned out to be Qinghe, what happened?"

Fang Yuan flicked his shirt and asked in a calm manner.

The primordial spirit that appeared in front of him was translucent, showing the color of glazed moonlight, and turned into a statue of Vajra Subduing Demons, vaguely similar to the gods enshrined in the Taoist temple.

"Ah... it's hard to describe!"

On the King Kong Primordial Spirit, there were scars intertwined, and the rustling powder fell, obviously severely injured: "The master contacted me, a disciple, and asked me to take the blame and make meritorious deeds. The old man was anxious, so he went to find out the background of those girls... ..."

Old Taoist Qinghe didn't want to continue after he said this.

Obviously, the next step was that he was not good at learning and was almost wiped out by someone.

Even, he was hunted down all the way, with no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth, so he could only seek Fang Yuan.

"You bastard, you're really out of character... Tomorrow you have to send me all those jars of treasured peach blossom wine!"

Fang Yuan shook his head and cursed with a smile.

In fact, according to his true nature, if he encounters this kind of guy who brings disasters to the east, he will definitely be annihilated with his palm, and he will be kept in bliss, and there will be nothing left in the world.

But at this time, we must maintain the persona of a righteous person, and bear with it for the time being.

Slowly beckoning, the moonlight shines down, repairing the soul for this Qinghe old way.

"Thank you layman for your help... But those wicked women will be here later, you have to be careful... Peach Blossom Wine will be delivered tomorrow!"

Old Taoist Qinghe said gratefully.

However, he didn't realize that there was a trace of strange aura in this fluffy moonlight, which also fell into his primordial spirit.

"Old Taoist priest, are you still coming out?"

Not long after, a voice like a silver bell rang outside: "You belong to the Brahma Sacred Sect, right? Vajra Primordial Spirit, Baoyue Liuli Guan thought, there is no semicolon around Ye Country!"

The woman's voice was soft and tender, with a soft taste, even Lin Shoucheng and Jiang Wang couldn't help but feel agitated, and the tension and hostility dissipated a lot.

Jiang Wang felt as if he was dreaming, and looked at Lin Shoucheng next to him.

This little friend clenched his fists, eyes full of excitement: "Immortal! Immortal! Sure enough... Taoism and immortals are not illusory, I must cultivate immortality!"

"Immortal?!"

Rao Jiang Wang was a little precocious, but he was also a little confused at this time.

At this time, accompanied by laughter, a young woman walked into the thatched cottage: "What a veteran, I found a helper!"

She didn't care about the old Daoist and the two little ghosts, she stared at Fang Yuan's face with a pair of wonderful eyes, with a slight dignified expression: "Your Excellency?"

This woman has picturesque eyebrows, wearing a thin white gauze, a golden hoop on her head, and her blue hair falling like a waterfall, with a natural elf-like temperament.

"This girl, isn't she Zhihua?"

Fang Yuan said with a smile: "My surname is Fang, and I'm just an ordinary teacher. The old Taoist Qinghe has always been impatient and offended the girl abruptly. How about I be a peacemaker?"

"You want to end this?"

Girl Zhihua's pretty brows frowned: "Then I will not be able to explain to the suzerain when I go back to my house... unless...Mr. Fang can pick me up three paintings!"

"painting?"

Fang Yuan pondered for a while, and Taoist Qinghe immediately explained: "This is the unique method of the Miaoxianzong. Using painting to enter Taoism, every painting is a magic spell!"

"I see!"

Fang Yuan nodded, but was speechless.

Don't look at the sects of Lao Dao and Zhihua who are very loud, such as Miaoxianzong, Fanshengzong, etc. In fact, this Zhihua is not in the realm of immortality, so he became the young suzerain of Miaoxianzong. It's just a small sect in the country.

"Since Miss Zhihua insists on this, please!"

Fang Yuan waved his hand.

"You're showing your ugliness!"

Zhihua took a deep breath, condensed the emptiness, and a painting scroll emerged.

Sigh!

Just opened one corner, and a black horse jumped out of it, and a black armored knight on it, with a ferocious face, charged towards Fang Yuan directly holding a saber.

"Iron Horse Glacier Comes to Dream!"

Zhihua chanted, spread out the scroll, and a series of Yin soldiers rushed out, formed a battle formation, and charged towards Fang Yuan.

This kind of momentum immediately scared the two little kids to the point of pissing, and even the old Taoist Qinghe's complexion changed continuously, thinking that even in his heyday, he would not be able to take a single move.

"Good painting, powerful artistic conception, lifelike, and the masterful hand of the girl who knows the painting, it really makes people linger and forget to return!"

Facing the battle formation, Fang Yuan didn't even frown: "Since that's the case, how about I return the girl?"

He made a dot with his right index finger, condensed the space as a talisman, and wrote the word 'fixed'.

Certainly!

One word sets the storm!

The yin soldiers and yin generals who were charging were suddenly stagnant in mid-air like bugs in amber.

All of a sudden, many inks condensed and returned to the scroll.

A pale golden word 'fix' emerged and was directly imprinted on it, like a seal.

"What kind of supernatural power is this?"

She was still smiling, as if she had everything under control, Zhihuanv's face suddenly changed, and her eyes were full of fear when she looked at Fang Yuan.

"It's just a small skill! I am a scholar, I don't talk about strange powers, I just keep a good spirit! In the end, the spirits will not invade!"

Fang Yuan was speaking solemnly, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the envious look on Jiang Wang's face, and couldn't help but have a narrow thought.

"Hao Ran Zheng Qi, it really is the true seed of a scholar! I am not your opponent! There is no need to publish the other two paintings!"

Zhihua sighed and returned the money.

"This time...thank you sir for your help!"

After she left, Qinghe's primordial spirit immediately bowed to Fang Yuan: "Poverty Daoist, first go back to the Taoist temple to cultivate, and if you come back another day, you will be greeted by sweeping the couch!"

Saying that, it also turned into a cloud of clear light and disappeared.

"It's a lazy bastard!"

Fang Yuan said something leisurely, but did not stop him.

Anyway, this person's primordial spirit has been polluted by the power of inner demon, if he goes against his will in the future, it will definitely make his life worse than death.

...

"How? Have you seen enough?"

After the two practitioners had left, Fang Yuan looked at Jiang Wang and Lin Shoucheng who seemed to be dreaming: "This kind of practice is just a small path. You are walking on the grand road, just read a lot, don't make mistakes!"

"That old Taoist priest! It should be the host of the Vajra Temple in the city. My father said that he is a master who has cultivated the primordial spirit!"

Lin Shoucheng gritted his teeth, knelt down again, and kowtowed like garlic: "I hope you will show mercy and let me get in!"

"Idiot!"

Fang Yuan looked a little pitiful, and looked at Jiang Wang again: "What about you?"

"I?"

Jiang Wang was stunned. Tonight, he just couldn't get in the way of his little friend's face. At the same time, he also hoped to be able to pay homage to Mr. Fang, read more books, know a few words, and be able to work as an accountant when he grows up. This is already very promising that's it.

It's just that he didn't expect that in this short period of time, he saw many first-class figures of immortals, which made him feel like falling into a dream.

"I... still want to read more books!"

After a while, Jiang Wang gritted his teeth and spoke forcefully.

"Fool!"

Lin Shoucheng endured and endured, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, and cursed out loud.

"Haha... Coincidentally, I also know how to read books!"

Fang Yuan raised his head and laughed loudly: "Since that's the case, I will accept you as a student. Tomorrow, I will come to the thatched cottage to listen to lectures with your seniors!"

"Thank you sir!"

Jiang Wang was very pleasantly surprised, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed.

"As for you..."

Fang Yuan glanced at Lin Shoucheng. After all, he was still a child. After being rejected, he saw that his husband was so fond of the cowherd boy, and immediately felt more resentment, jealousy, hatred and so on.

"You are destined to do another career in the future. It is not suitable for the pure and inactive way of cultivating immortals, but it is suitable for martial arts killing... I have a set of martial arts here. If you have the perseverance and perseverance to persevere, you can use it to practice Let's practice!"

Actually, it's complete bullshit.

In cultivating immortals, killing and fighting is commonplace.

But Fang Yuan looked at Lin Shoucheng in this appearance, and he felt a little narrow in his heart: "Hidden and forbearing, it is indeed the nature of a poisonous snake... I might as well enlighten it, and see if this snake can transform into a dragon, it is also a game." Good luck! '

...

On the second day, Fang Yuan gave out money to buy books and pens for Jiang Wangtian, and he was also accepted as a student, which surprised the other urchins.

From then on, every night, Jiang Wang and Lin Shoucheng came hand in hand to ask Fang Yuan for advice and borrow ancient books.

As for Lin Shoucheng, it seemed that after going to the Vajra Temple once, he completely cut off all hope. Instead, he settled down and practiced martial arts with Fang Yuan first, practicing hard and hard, and the progress was very good.

But Fang Yuan glanced at him once in a while, and he knew that this kid was not dead, and there might be some troubles in the future, which could be used as a seasoning agent in the middle of his cultivation.

"The world is in turmoil, which is a great opportunity for the demon lords to stir up trouble!"

Fang Yuan sat cross-legged, holding a blood-red spar with a hexagram in his hand.

After dismissing the two brats, he finally got down to business.

"In the past few years, the heavens have been casting nets continuously, and they should have caught one or two traces of the demon lord... As for the lord of nothingness, I can't even think about it..."

"But even if I deliberately hide it, everything may not go well, so I still have to improve my strength as soon as possible!"

Fang Yuan thought silently, stroking the blood-red spar in his hand with his fingertips.

Even in this high-dimensional dimension, the heart demon world is a rampant existence. The unique method of heart demon breaking the boundary is prepared for hunting other worlds.

After Fang Yuan understood it thoroughly, he directly integrated into his dream teacher's way, and combined with other materials, he could use it immediately.

Of course, at this time, I was still cautious and directly separated a distraction.

"In a high-dimensional world, the Dao must be more perfect, and it will also be of great benefit to me in understanding my own way of creation!"

As high as the realm of the Demon Lord of Nine Origins, Fang Yuan has already caught a glimpse of his own path in shock.

His way is the way of a dream master, and also the way of good fortune!