Chapter 908: Discussing the Dao with Swords

Mr. Bai, we haven't asked anything yet, are we just going to let Fang Yu leave like this? "Rao Donghai still asked the doubts in his heart.

"I've asked everything I can ask, what else can I ask?" Bai Konggu picked up the white paper and put it in the sun to observe carefully.

But there are only five big characters. No matter how you look at them, you can't make out the words between the characters.

"Lao Bai, do you think the name on the Tongxian Monument is actually Fang Yu?" Rao Donghai asked.

Bai Konggu put down the white paper in his hand, turned to look at Rao Donghai, narrowed his eyes and said: "The aura of cultivation in him... is only in the Qi refining stage. But he can crush all the powerful men of the Wang family alone... Such a weird thing , which just proves that that half of the name is probably him. "

"If you think about it carefully, among the people on the Tongxian Monument, which one is not a weirdo?"

"Maybe the first step to becoming an immortal is to become a weirdo. Haha..."

Bai Konggu smiled, shook his head again, and walked into the inner room with the blank paper.

Rao Donghai was left alone in the courtyard with a blank look on his face.

Except for Fang Yu, he had never seen anyone else on the Tongxian Monument, and could not understand Bai Konggu's words at all.

…

Tongxian Monument? Half a name?

To be honest, Fang Yu didn't care at all about this so-called stone tablet, nor did he care about that half of the name, whether it was him or not.

Because he firmly believed in his heart that he could not become an immortal.

To be precise, the idea of ​​becoming an immortal has been completely abandoned since Fang Yu was in his twenties.

At that time, he had been practicing for nearly ten years and still had not broken through the Qi refining stage.

From that moment on, he knew that he was not the material to become an immortal.

Because it doesn't even take half a year for a monk who truly has the qualifications to become an immortal to break through the Qi refining period.

In today's world, spiritual energy has become extremely thin.

Not to mention immortals, even a normal monk in the divine transformation stage has become one in a million.

This fact that Fang Yu experienced personally cannot be changed by a so-called Tongxian Monument.

Of course, Fang Yu believed that the Tongxian Monument had certain standards.

It would make sense to say that the names on the stone tablet were the strongest people in the world.

Now, Fang Yu is more concerned about the string of characters and the five words he inexplicably translated.

Dazhao Moshi Huang.

"Is this a name?"

Fang Yu walked all the way home, thinking about going back and looking for some ancient books in the Sutra Pavilion to see if he could find words similar to the string of characters on the Tongxian Monument.

In this way, Fang Yu walked all the way back to his front door.

At this time, a group of people wearing green robes stood in front of the gate, with the word "Lin" printed on their left chest.

Seeing this group of people, Fang Yu frowned.

"Who are you looking for?"

Fang Yu stepped forward directly and asked.

A majestic-looking man among the group saw Fang Yu, and his expression changed. Then he opened his eyes wide and asked, "Are you... Fang Yu, Master Fang?"

"I'm Fang Yu." Fang Yu replied.

"This... is indeed your residence, Master Fang." The man said with a smile on his face, "I am from the Lin family, and my name is Lin Zhengxiong."

Lin?

"How did you find this place?" Fang Yu asked, frowning slightly.

"A friend of mine gave me the address. I came here because I wanted to..." Lin Zhengxiong said almost flatteringly.

"No matter what you want to talk to me about, I'm not interested. Go back." Fang Yu interrupted Lin Zhengxiong and walked towards the door.

Visitors from these aristocratic families know with their toes what they want to talk about.

Fang Yu was in a hurry to look up the weird font, and was in no mood to talk nonsense with this group of people.

"Master Fang, please give me some time..." Lin Zhengxiong said quickly.

Seeing her father's humble and flattering look, Lin Zhilan frowned and her face was frosty.

"I told you, I'm not interested..." Fang Yu said impatiently.

At this time, he felt a sudden burst of momentum behind him.

A fierce sword intent appeared from behind!

"Um?"

Fang Yu was stunned, turned around, and saw a beautiful girl walking out of the Lin family crowd.

She was wearing a green robe, holding a long sword with a faint silver light in her right hand, pointing directly at Fang Yu.

"What does this mean? Angry out of shame?" Fang Yu raised his eyebrows and said.

"I heard that your swordsmanship is very strong. I want to challenge you." Lin Zhilan said coldly.

"Challenge me?" Fang Yu was stunned again.

Are you sure this girl doesn't have a brain problem?

The Lin family members must have heard about Fang Yu because of the incident with the Wang family a few days ago.

Now that she knows that, how dare this girl come out to challenge?

What drama is this singing about?

"No, no, no... Master Fang, Zhi Lan didn't mean that. She just... just wanted to exchange sword skills with you! There is absolutely no intention to offend." Lin Zhengxiong's face changed drastically and he hurriedly explained.

"Swordsmanship?" Fang Yu frowned deeper and deeper, "I'm not interested in communicating with such a girl, go back."

After saying that, Fang Yu glanced at Lin Zhilan, ignored the sword pointed at him, turned around again, and walked towards the stone door.

As Fang Yu approached, the stone door seemed to sense something and slowly opened.

Lin Zhengxiong wanted to call out to Fang Yu, but when he turned around, he saw that Lin Zhilan looked ready to make a move.

Lin Zhengxiong felt his heart contract suddenly, and he jumped over and pressed the long sword in Lin Zhilan's hand.

"Are you...crazy!?" Lin Zhengxiong asked in a low voice, his face turning blue with anger.

Lin Zhilan did not speak, staring at Fang Yu who walked into the gate until the stone gate slowly closed.

Lin Zhilan shifted her gaze only after the stone gate was completely closed.

Lin Zhengxiong's face was extremely ugly at this time.

He had used various connections to find Fang Yu's residence, but the goal was not achieved, and it even had a counter-effect!

He never expected that Lin Zhilan would suddenly draw her sword and point it at Fang Yu!

"Didn't you ask me to come and exchange kendo with him?" Faced with the scolding, Lin Zhilan did not flinch.

In her cognition, the so-called kendo exchange is naturally to discuss the way with the sword. Do you have to sit down and drink tea?

"You... go back first... I'll talk to you after you go back!" Lin Zhengxiong said with trembling anger.

"After I go back, I have to practice kung fu, and I don't have time to talk to you." Lin Zhilan said, turned around and left.

Lin Zhengxiong watched Lin Zhilan leave, his eyes red with anger.

"What are you doing? Go back!" Lin Zhengxiong shouted at the Lin family guards standing nearby.

...

Fang Yu returned home and immediately went to the Sutra Library.

He asked Xiao Fengling to find all the books about fonts, and then flipped through them one by one, trying to find the same or similar fonts as the string of characters on the Tongxian Stele.

Only by knowing the source of the fonts could he figure out why he knew this string of characters.

Time passed quickly while flipping through the ancient books.

For three consecutive days, Fang Yu soaked in the bushes, but did not find any information.

Not to mention finding the same font, there was not even a similar one!

"Mr. Fang, Mr. Zheng Ze is here to see you." Ye Shengxue's voice came into Fang Yu's ears.

Fang Yu then pulled himself out of the sky of characters, turned his head to look at Ye Shengxue, and said, "Bring him in."

A moment later, Zheng Ze appeared in front of Fang Yu.

Seeing the heavy books piled up in front of Fang Yu, Zheng Ze's eyes flashed with surprise.

"Mr. Fang, the teacher asked me to remind you that the Hundred Sects Competition has already begun." Zheng Ze said.

"Hundred Sects Competition?"

Fang Yu was shocked, and his eyes immediately became sharp.

He had been buried in the sea of ​​books these days, and he almost forgot about it!

"Has it already started?" Fang Yu asked in a deep voice.

"In the morning, there is the opening ceremony and the draw ceremony... The competition officially starts in the afternoon." Zheng Ze glanced at the time and said, "It's already 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and the competition should have already started."