white head demon

Smart people have to be so tacit when they do things.

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"Hehe, Mr. Fang Er has been working so hard from afar, please go to the hospital and have a cup of tea?"

Mr. Yuheng, who was the leader, smiled, and without further ado, stepped aside and asked Fang Cun to go to the old scholastic institution.

And during the period of time when he got the Dharma boat from Fang Cun and then entered the old school, there are countless people who are looking at him now, no matter whether they are inside or outside Chaoge, but as Chaoge Qi refiners, they all know how to measure. He will not deliberately display those rude and rude gazes or spiritual sense, so as not to disturb others and lose his manners...

But there are exceptions.

Now, outside of Chaoge, in a pavilion in the mountains more than ten miles away from the old school, there is a thin, vicious young man wearing a purple robe, who is obviously a bit fat, looking coldly He looked towards the side of the old school.

Beside him, there was only a fat servant in a blue robe, serving quietly.

"I didn't expect that the old school would dare to invite him over at this time. Is this trying to protect him?"

The young man whispered, looking extremely dissatisfied: "Nowadays, people all over the world are scolding and accusing Longcheng. Are these people stupid? They can't see that the "Secret Code of Wuxiang" , it wasn’t from Dragon City at all, it was from Fang’s family at all, this Laoshizi’s secret book has a wrong intention, it’s intended to destroy the foundation of our Great Xia royal family, it’s a capital offense..."

The fat old servant lowered his body slightly, but he didn't dare to answer or persuade him.

The young man scolded for a long time, then suddenly raised his head, looked at the gloomy clouds, and asked, "Did it rain that day?"

After a slight reaction from the old servant, he finally understood.

That day, when he accompanied the Seventh Prince to Liuhu to mourn, it was also raining.

It was also drizzle, just like today.

The only difference is that at that time, they went to Liuhu to express their condolences, but today, they are going to the court song.

The Seventh Prince's voice was gloomy and cold, and he suddenly said: "I don't like this rain, drive it away!"

The waiter was startled, and hurriedly agreed.

He couldn't help thinking that he also wanted to disperse the clouds back then, but the Seventh Prince refused.

With emotion in his heart, he flicked his big sleeve lightly and wiped it into the air.

Although he is just a servant, but now with the waving of his robe sleeves, there is a billow of magic power, pouring into the sky, the energy is surging, turned into a strong wind, and rolls from the sky. Under normal circumstances, no matter what clouds In God, it's time to leave.

But not this time.

The servant stared blankly at the sky and remained silent for a long time.

The Seventh Prince was a little impatient, and shouted: "What the hell are you doing?"

The servant hurriedly bent down, begging for mercy, "Forgive me, the Seventh Prince, old slave... this old slave's cultivation level is really low!"

"Don't you say he only has the Golden Core Realm?"

The Seventh Prince frowned tightly, his face looked a little cold and pale.

Speaking of the anxious point, he even coughed violently, and blushes appeared and disappeared on his face.

The servant hurriedly helped him up: "Your Highness, be careful, old slave... I'll find a way!"

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As Fang Cun got closer and closer to the entrance of the old school, his heart relaxed slightly.

As long as he enters the old school, the divine punishment that hangs above his head and does not know when it will fall will not be able to threaten him for the time being, and he can stay in the old school for a good life, reading scriptures and explaining the meaning, and deliberating slowly The way to open the sixth door...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but glance at Yun Xiao with satisfaction.

At this time, Yun Xiao was clasping his hands in front of his body, walking forward silently, and his body happened to be a little closer to the great Confucians of the old School of Economics.

"cough!"

Then, just a few feet away from the entrance of the Old School of Classical Studies, when he was about to step into this safe place, he suddenly heard behind Mr. Yuheng, a slender, unsmiling middle-aged Confucian scholar, said coldly: "It's depressing to see this miserable wind and rain. Before the Second Young Master Fang came to the old school, he was worried that the unruly people would covet him, so he called Yun Qi to come over and cover the air. Now that he is in my old school, he can take care of him to some extent. Young master, there is no need to keep this cloud..."

"Ok?"

All the old gentlemen were startled when they heard this, and looked at him.

Especially Mr. Yuheng frowned slightly.

And the slender middle-aged Confucian scholar, without making a fuss, transmitted a message to everyone: "The publication of the "Secret Code of Wuxiang" is indeed extremely important, but this second method is not the one that was derived. The square feet from which this sutra comes from is nothing more than a preacher!"

"How can such a person deserve the attitude of my old school?"

"Furthermore, this son has no respect for my old school, and I think he thinks highly of himself. If it is true that he has such a prestige when he first entered the old school, then how can we explain the truth to him and convince him? ? Haha, since he deliberately pretended to be a ghost to embarrass us, we can't hide from him. We should let him know our methods and be less arrogant!"

"..."

And when this middle-aged Confucian scholar transmitted the sound to others, Fang Cun's heart also moved slightly.

This is what I'm most afraid of...

If the people from this old school let themselves go first, it will be troublesome...

Fortunately, at this time Yun Xiao coughed at the right time.

Because of this clear cough, Fang Cun and the gentlemen of the old school showed understanding expressions at the same time.

Chapter 364

When Fang Cun heard the cough, he knew that Yun Xiao had prepared the groundwork.

And when he listened to the middle-aged Confucian scholar's words, he didn't show any special expression on his face. Instead, he just smiled lightly. He didn't intend to cast a spell to disperse the clouds in the sky. After looking at it, he said, "Mr. is right!"

As he said so, his body moved slightly to the side.

There was also a bit of precise arrogance on his face, as if provocative.

This is clearly saying, if you think you can disperse the cloud, then please do it...

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And this expression and movement were revealed, and a group of gentlemen from the old school suddenly became slightly embarrassed.

They had heard from Mr. Yuheng before that the cloud was created by Fang Cun, and they were going to pose a problem for them. Because they didn't know the bottom line, they didn't dare to do it. But now, they didn't expect that Mr. Yuchen, But they said this directly, and to a certain extent, they really felt that there was some truth in Mr. Yuchen's words...

They invited Fang Cun to come here, not to fulfill his reputation, but to prevent the passing of time.

There is no real evidence as to who actually passed on the "Phaseless Secret Code", but they have already guessed that it might have been passed on by Fang Cun. More importantly, no one knows about the "Phaseless Secret Code". Is there any more content? What they have to do now is, if there is no more, they should persuade Fang Cun to stop here and keep his life safe.

Since he has this intention, it is really inappropriate for him to shake his prestige.

For a while, I had my own thoughts in my heart, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became a little subtle.

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"Heh, since Second Young Master Fang also thinks what I said is reasonable, then he's offended!"

And that Mr. Yuchen? Seeing Fang Cun's movements? He felt a little angry for no reason.

He originally meant that he didn't need to be so troublesome, and just let Fang Cun dispel the cloud by himself? But because of Fang Cun's expression? With this action, he felt offended? Frowning slightly, he stood up...

The gentlemen of the old school just don't want to care too much about the square inch? How could they be really afraid of him?

Now that he has decided to make a move, his expression becomes even calmer, he steps forward slightly, his feet are uneven, he looks up at the sky, sighs lightly, then shakes his big sleeve, and strikes straight into the air , Although he likes to wear long sleeves like other Confucian scholars, but the sleeves are only a few feet? How can he hit the sky, but with the flick of this long sleeve?

At first glance, it looks like his sleeves have been thrown directly into the air.

Like a jade stick, stirring up anger.

The dark clouds all over the sky were all tumbling at this time, and they became chaotic.

"Crash..."

Between heaven and earth? A gust of wind suddenly blew up, making it hard for people to even open their eyes.

It can be seen with the naked eye that the thick cloud is actually rolling away, as if it will clear up soon.

Several old gentlemen from the academy all showed surprise on their faces, some of them stroked their beards and smiled.

And Fangcun, who was holding an umbrella, raised his head slightly, his eyes revealing expectation.

It's a pity that the cloud seems to be dissipating immediately, but it only dissipates for a small part, and soon the wind surges again, and the cloud gathers back, and it looks like it is thicker than before, covering it firmly. the sky above...

"Ugh……"

Fang Cun and several old gentlemen showed disappointment at the same time.

"how can that be possible?"

That Mr. Yuchen, with a strange look on his face: "Obviously, it will almost be dispelled..."

Among the gentlemen in the field, there were quite a few of them at once, and they subconsciously looked towards Fang Cun.

Fang Cun's expression seemed to be light and faint, and he smiled: "It's just a little trick, it's hard to catch the eyes of gentlemen!"

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The softer the words, the heavier the irony in everyone's ears.

The gentlemen in the old scholastic school are not all good-tempered, the greater the knowledge, the greater the temper.

Immediately, there was an old gentleman who didn't plan to make a move just now, sneered, and said: "Mr. Fang Er is very capable, I will try it too!"

As he said that, another short, fat old Confucianist with a red face stepped forward.

A long flat jade box slid out of the sleeve, and with a light shake, it turned out to be a vermilion writing brush inside.

He flicked lightly, shaking the pen in the air.

Suddenly there was a mass of awe-inspiring aura rushing straight into the sky behind him, unexpectedly he transformed into his image in the mid-air, grabbed the pen and rushed straight into the air, it was the Nascent Soul Dharma Aspect, I saw that his Dharma Aspect was as high as ten feet, surrounded by the whole body Reading all kinds of fine scriptures, flying around non-stop, and appearing in mid-air, it seems that there are countless people reading aloud at the same time, which almost arouses the resonance of heaven and earth...

And when this awe-inspiring intention rushed into the air, there was no need to do anything, and the cloud had already dispersed in all directions.

"Can dispel..."

Seeing this, all the old Confucians around nodded their heads inwardly, with a slight joy on their faces: "It seems that the supernatural attainments of this Second Young Master Fang are really not high, and only the old Mr. Yutai's own aura of arrogance is close to that." Dispel this dark cloud, then, what will it be like when this old gentleman directly uses the Nascent Soul method, and then puts on the pen passed down from the sages to display supernatural powers?"

With a taut heartstrings, they soon know what it's like.

The old gentleman from Yutai stood among the dark clouds, using the clouds as paper, and swished it down.

A large golden character suddenly appeared in the air.

"Disperse!"

"Shh!"

With the appearance of this word, with the word as the center, everything disperses to the surroundings.

It can't be the wind, or the vitality between the heaven and the earth, all of which spread out at this time, like water patterns...

However, what scattered, only the dark clouds gathered.

The dark clouds that had just been dispersed by his awe-inspiring aura unexpectedly rolled over again at this moment.

"what?"

All the old Confucianists looked a little strange.

And the old Mr. Yutai in the mid-air is clearly a Faxiang, and he seems to be blushing a little bit.

He blankly glanced at the dark clouds around him, then shouted loudly again, and once again took the pen and wrote in the air:

"Disperse!"

The cloud was pushed away a little, then came back again.

The old man gritted his teeth and wrote another word: "Scatter!"

Yun Qi didn't give him face at all.

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The group of people below all looked at the old man in the sky, writing, shouting, pushing and pushing, tirelessly.

Some disciples of the old scholastic school had already covered their eyes at this time, and they didn't want to watch it any more.