Chapter 818

The entire Langya Pavilion looked at Fang Yuan worriedly, guessing Fang Yuan's mood countless times in their hearts, but Fang Yuan didn't notice anything, just walked through the vast library of Langya Pavilion with ease, and chose his favorite book.

Some people think that he has broken the path of cultivation, at least a thousand years ago, it is impossible to get the source of immortality again, so now he probably reads some books on cultivating the mind and nature, but unexpectedly, what Fang Yuan chose in the end is mostly some immortal methods and supernatural powers related to cultivation.

This made many people secretly sigh: "He is still not reconciled..."

It's just that things have come to this point, isn't it the more unwilling you are, the more painful you make yourself?

Fang Yuan ignored these, but just found a quiet part of the palace, moved the borrowing he chosen, and then couldn't come out all day long. Only his big disciple Yun Zhou today will go in. Others don't know what he is doing. Occasionally he hear what "Avenue has traces", "Sun and Moon is full" and the like. You have to be confused, watching him confused, but he is addicted to it, there is only one feeling ...

...Mr. Fang Yuan couldn't be crazy, could he?

Bai Youran sometimes felt that he cared about himself, a gentleman who was in a low state of life, so he would ask the cook in Langya Pavilion to cook some old ginseng soup, white crane leg meat, etc., and serve them in the side hall, as a disciple's gift, but Fang Yuan was often thrown out impatiently by Fang Yuan.

Bai Youran had no choice but to come out, feeling: "Mr. is not only crazy, but also a madman..."

Helpless, no one in the Langya Pavilion could understand what Fang Yuan was talking about, and no one could help him. Even Mrs. Bai and the seven masters of the Langya Pavilion came here to see it, but they heard Fang Yuan's occasional words, and really couldn't understand what he said. They could only look at him with ignorance and sympathy, and waited on him.

Other holy places, including Wangqing Island in the South China Sea, Jiuchongtian, Bahuang City, etc., had also been visited by people, but they didn't know what to say to the other party, so they could only send countless rare treasures so that he could take good care of himself.

In fact, these great holy lands have been secretly conspired many times. They have tried to use various methods to see if they can get some more immortal sources to give to Fang Yuan, but the result is disappointing. Immortal sources are treasured things, but they have been consumed year after year. Now they really don’t have them, or maybe someone still has some, just hide them and say no, that’s okay.

The only way to get the fairy source again is to wait.

The fairy source is the condensed matter of heaven and earth. After a thousand or two thousand years, the fairy source will appear again in the world.

Maybe, after such a long period of depletion, there will be more the next time it reappears.

But for now, no one can do anything.

More importantly, the attitude of many people is that even if Fang Yuan has a fairy source, it is useless.

What the keeper of Donghuang Mountain said at the beginning is very reasonable!

The avenue of heaven and earth has changed, and all the previous heavenly skills have made mistakes.

The wrong Tiangong, the more you participate in the research, the easier it is for you to go astray and make it difficult to advance or retreat.

Only those who have never comprehended the Heavenly Kung Fu can walk out of a new path.

As for Fang Yuan, although he is recognized as a genius in the world today, he has also comprehended the Heavenly Kung Fu. Even if he got the Immortal Origin, he would only achieve the Transformation God, and his greatest achievement in the future would only be comparable to the masters of the Great Sacred Lands. No matter what, he would not be able to compete with the one in Donghuang Mountain.

With this in mind, even the great holy places can only watch helplessly.

The great momentum of Donghuang Mountain has risen, and its majesty is unparalleled. Almost all the major families and orthodoxy have been included under the banner of Donghuang Mountain. The forces under its command are rising up and down every day. At this time, the Immortal League and the six holy places can only keep silent.

However, when the dark dynasty appeared in history, there were three sword demons forcing him to cross the catastrophe.

Now in this life, where is the sword demon of the third generation?

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"The road is difficult, the road is difficult, the road is simple and complex..."

In the side hall, Fang Yuan didn't even care about his image. There were many folds in his green robe, and all kinds of references were placed around in a haphazard manner. On the small table beside him, there were cursive scripts written by him everywhere.

There are some strange words on it, and some are algorithms, piles of them are like hills.

Now his place, even the white cat doesn't come here, it's too messy, Yun Zhou and some maids of Langya Pavilion want to come in to clean up, but Fang Yuan kicks them out, not letting them touch his treasure.

Fang Yuan himself seemed to be very distressed, but it was the kind of distress that he enjoyed. He had searched through all the immortal arts in Langya Pavilion, and even the Haoran Heavenly Art that Langya Pavilion treasured several times, and then threw it on the ground and ignored it.

Fang Yuan didn't bother, he didn't like Tangtang Tiangong, he regarded it as rubbish, and those cursive scripts that no one could understand that he wrote were like treasures, page by page, line by line, everything was neatly arranged, but the handwriting was not very pretty...

On this day, he seemed to have encountered a certain problem again, so he sat down on the ground, leaning against the porch pillar, and groaned helplessly.

"People's hearts are strange, people's hearts are strange, people's hearts are good and bad..."

Before the words fell, he suddenly heard a voice from outside the hall, facing him.

Fang Yuan looked curiously, and saw a young man in a Confucian robe walking in from outside the main hall.

This person looks young, but there are some wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, and there are some silver strands in his hair. He looks ordinary, but he has an air of arrogance. He walked into the hall as if no one else was there, looked around, and his eyes fell on Fang Yuan. He said with a smile: "I was outside just now, and I have listened to you talking for a long time. If I guessed right, you have miscalculated somewhere!"

Fang Yuan was a little surprised: "Where?"

The young man said: "Where is the Dao Yinfa in the second Xunzi chapter!"

Fang Yuan hurriedly flipped through that article and said, "What's wrong?"

The young man smiled and said: "You are young after all, you have ignored a rule, let me count it for you..."

As he spoke, he took the pen and paper, and he started writing, all kinds of wonderful words were displayed in front of Fang Yuan. Fang Yuan looked at the greatness from the side, and clapped his hands in a hurry. After the young man finished writing, he said: "It's a pity that I followed your train of thought forward, and within a few steps, I found another problem that is difficult to solve. I think this way will not work in the end!"

Fang Yuan said: "If you're so stupid, can't you change it?"

As he said that, he also grabbed the pen and paper, and started writing quickly on the cursive script.

The two discussed together, and there was a kind of tacit understanding and sympathy for each other. Fang Yuan soon discovered that this young man really had a lot of knowledge, which he had only seen in his life, and this young man also found that although Fang Yuan was young, he was like an old monster who had lived for thousands of years.

When the two got together, they looked like friends who hadn't seen each other for many years, and countless wonderful ideas collided.

Soon, one cursive hill in this side hall became two, three.

Neither of them ate or slept, they just reasoned and argued quickly.

Sometimes they were so red-faced, young people called Fang Yuan a bastard, Fang Yuan called him a bastard in Yunzhou dialect, sometimes they hugged and laughed like close friends, and every time a new chapter was deduced, they would ask Yun Zhou to fetch wine and toast happily.

They only cared about inferences, but they didn't realize that a cloud of dark clouds had already shrouded Langya Pavilion.

Thousands of miles away, there is a large army gathering, led by the guards around the Little Saint Master of Donghuang Mountain, surrounded by the little Saint Master of Donghuang Mountain, who is now with a divine light on his head, and coming straight to Langya Pavilion. The mountain guard's face is gloomy and murderous.

Some of the cultivators followed Donghuang Mountain and followed closely.

Some people tensed up: "Eastern Emperor Mountain has subdued the hearts of the people in the world, and finally I can't hold it back anymore. Are you going to attack the Holy Land?"

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In Langya Pavilion, Madam Bai arrived at the gate of the side hall at some unknown time, and Bai Youran came with her.

At this time, Mrs. Bai always smiled gracefully, but her approachable face showed a look of despair and sorrow. Bai Youran's usual smiley face was also like a frightened little animal at this time. They stood anxiously at the door of the side hall, as if they really wanted to push the door in, but the thin wooden door seemed to weigh thousands of weights, and neither mother nor son had the courage to push it open.

In this way, they stood outside the hall for a whole night.

The dawn came, and the sunlight filtered through the window panes and poured into the gloomy side hall.

Fang Yuan flexed his wrist, wrote the last word in cursive script, threw away the pen, and laughed.

"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, it actually happened!"

The young man was also quite emotional, looking at the cursive scripts all around him, he seemed a little unbelievable.

Fang Yuan smiled and said, "If I hadn't met you, I wouldn't have succeeded so quickly!"

The young man said with a smile: "I am happy to see Lie, and I have no regrets in life!"

Fang Yuan threw away the pen, stood up slowly, tidied up his clothes, and saluted the young man respectfully.

The young man also stood up and returned the salute to Fang Yuan, the courtesy was repeated without any flaws.

When they bowed to each other, they both looked into each other's eyes. The expressions of both of them were full of emotion and joy, showing undisguised appreciation and admiration for each other, as well as a lingering sense of regret and sadness.

Fang Yuan was silent for a while, then said: "We finally worked together to develop this method, but I don't know... can this method be considered a heavenly skill?"

"More than just heavenly skills?"

The young man shook his head and said: "This method should be called the Taoist book!"

Fang Yuan gave a wry smile, and said, "This is only the second volume, and it still doesn't reach the level of Taoism..."

The young man interrupted him and said: "It depends on whether you can comprehend the third volume by yourself!"

Fang Yuan looked at him and said, "If only you could help me!"

"The way is alone, why use my strength?"

The young man laughed and said, "And you can tell that I'm dying!"

At this moment, Madam Bai outside the hall suddenly covered her mouth, tears rolled down her beautiful face.