On the fate of admitting the wrong gender

This whipping not only shattered Fang Yuan's luck, but also shattered a little of his just-born thoughts.Cannon fodder is cannon fodder, only suitable for secret love, and can't show a little bit.

Otherwise, not only will the villain attack you, but there will be other constant troubles.

Because of a confession, the little junior sister was whipped, and he was also whipped. Fang Yuan sniffed his nose. He is not worthy of the pain of love. It is better to squat under the tree and have a look. Then when you are old, you will miss the youthful sprouting when you were young. , Bragging to disciples and grandchildren.

——The premise is that he is lucky enough, works hard enough, and can live to that time.

Fang Yuan's fingertips were dripping with blood, and he walked slowly for a long time, finally he couldn't walk anymore, so he sat quietly beside a big rock halfway up the mountain.Compared with the burning pain in his body, his mind was empty, without any emotion.

He knew that it was unlucky for him to cross him, and it might be like this in the future. The cultivation world, especially the starting point, is a high-level jungle, where strength is the most important thing, and it is unreasonable.

There were a few small stones on the grass, Fang Yuan stretched out his hand and slowly piled them up.He liked to play such boring games since he was a child, cleaning the stones on the side of the road one by one, and then stacking them together to see them being intimate.

Sometimes he would think that it is not easy to be a rock. If he accidentally falls into the river, it will take a long time before he sees the sun again.

So when other children were playing with stones, Fang Yuan tightly held the small stone in his hand.

Because the little stone landed on the shore with great difficulty, and a playful action made him wait for many years in vain.

Fang Yuan's face suddenly became wet, but he didn't suppress it, and cried silently while hugging his knees.When he came here, he never dared to think about his family or friends, because he couldn't think of them.

If he can still be a human in the next life, he will definitely not stay up all night again.Now here, he didn't have the courage to commit suicide to try to go home. When he first came, he stood on the edge of the cliff, his legs were shaking, and he walked back trembling.

The warm spring breeze blew across his cheeks and overwhelmed patches of grass. Fang Yuan sat alone for a long time, until the sun went down, the wound on his back was sore and stiff, and he gathered his strength to stand up.

He thought, in fact, he was taking chances, and it was useless to blame others.If he had accepted the reality when he first came here, and seized the time to understand this place, he would not have made such a fool of himself today.

After thinking clearly, Fang Yuan wiped away his tears indiscriminately, stood up from the ground enduring the pain, and walked all the way back to the bamboo building.He had arranged the bamboo building very comfortably before, removing all the gaudy decorations, leaving only a few blooming epiphyllum, wooden mats on the floor, several layers of soft quilts on the bed, and a pillow.

Because he is a senior brother, his bamboo building comes with a small hot spring. The cheap master has laid a layer of high-quality spirit stones on the bottom of the pool, which is very good for healing.

His residence also occupies a corner of his own, with a bamboo forest of hundreds of miles, no one else will disturb him.

With such good material conditions, what else is there to be hypocritical about?Fang Yuan reflected silently, this is already very good, he has the protection of the head of the sect, he has good qualifications, although it is the world in the book, there is no bondage to him, he is free.And this world can cultivate immortals, which is a fantasy he had dreamed of before!

When the heart is relaxed, why not be happy?

Fang Yuan applied medicine to himself with great difficulty and wrapped a bandage around it. His teeth chattered from the pain, but his heart felt much more relaxed.The elixir was of good grade, and it worked quickly, stopping the bleeding from the wound.After finishing all this, he didn't take a rest, but sat halfway by the hot spring, studying the slip on the bookshelf of the bamboo building again——"Cultivating General Knowledge".

Anyway, it is impossible for him to endure the pain to sleep tonight, why not try to practice, Fang Yuan has read "Cultivation of General Knowledge" several times before, but he swallowed it whole and couldn't understand its meaning. Mostly.

There are eight levels in the path of comprehension, from bottom to top: entering the spirit, entering the country, becoming a teacher, becoming a sage, and then going through the transformation into a thunderstorm, entering the cave, the sky, crossing the robbery, Mahayana, and finally ascending.

There are five heavens in each realm, and it needs to accumulate spiritual power layer by layer to break through, and there will be a thunderstorm to break through the hole after becoming a saint.Before the catastrophe, the monks were still among the mortals, and their life span increased by a hundred years, and at most they could not live for more than 1000 years;

His current level is the second level of entry, Mu Qiwu is the first level of entry, both of them are, the talent is evident.You must know that the head of the Qingfeng Sword Sect is over 700 years old when he entered the first heaven, and Qu Xiaoling, who looks young, is also over 500 years old. .

So he shouldn't have been beaten so badly today, if he could regain the strength he should have.

Fang Yuan remembered clearly the flow sequence of the human body's major veins and spiritual power, so he gritted his teeth and sat cross-legged in the hot spring pool, straightened his upper body, and tried to draw air into his body.

With five hearts turned to the sky, with a calm mind——

[Tao can be Tao, very Tao; name can be named, very famous.

Nameless, the beginning of heaven and earth, famous, the mother of all things.

Therefore, always have no desire to observe its beauty, always have desire to observe its beauty...]

I don't know if it's because of his extraordinary talent, or because his physical instincts are still there, but almost as soon as Fang Yuan closed his eyes, he felt that the altar was empty, his five senses were magnified, and the noise of green bamboos came to his ears, and a strong and warm breath permeated his body. eye.

Fang Yuan opened his "eyes", and in the darkness, he saw the wood spirit energy of this sea of ​​bamboo converging into a Milky Way.

The natural moat separating monks and mortals is the spiritual root, which is roughly divided into gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and there are very few mutant spiritual roots.Each person can only have one type of spiritual root. What distinguishes one's aptitude is the purity of the spiritual root. When the purity is almost perfect, the body will show a unique "five-element spirit body".

For example, Mu Qiwu is a rare water spirit body. In this regard, the original owner is not as good as her.

But the original owner's soul power is extremely high, he is a good seed to be a pharmacist, and even has the qualifications to become a master, so the people in the sect think that he is more talented than Mu Qiwu.Fang Yuan had also tested it with the soul-testing stone in the bamboo building before. According to the standard, his soul power was only not lower than that of the original owner, so he was relieved.

Because the power of the soul depends on the condensedness of the soul, and has nothing to do with the aptitude of the physical body, he is very afraid that this will give way.

Alchemists are extremely precious, they are highly sought after everywhere, the original owner is willing to learn for the sake of other people's admiration, but hates guarding the stove very much. With such a mentality, the rate of alchemy is naturally not good, so he simply abandoned it like a shoe.This is also the reason why many people are dissatisfied with him.In the eyes of the original owner, no matter what he does, he is protected by the head of the house, and Chang An takes care of him, so why should he work so hard?

But it can't be said that the original owner didn't do anything at all. After all, being able to cultivate to the second level of entry is enough to prove that he has ulterior motives, and Fang Yuan took over with a good foundation.

But this is far from enough—five years later, Xiao Qing killed Qingxia Peak, her cultivation was at the first level of Dongxu, and the Phoenix came to her body.

And at that time Xiao Qing was only 28 years old, the real talent of heaven, the world was frightened.

Putting aside the mindless plot, Fang Yuan thought seriously. In fact, the original owner and Xiao Qing didn't have many intersections, and the two had no life-and-death enmity, so there was no reason why he deserved such a cruel hand.But Xiao Qing has a solitary temperament and is moody. I can't guarantee that it's because the original owner coveted his woman + Qingxiafeng once treated Mu Qiwu badly. Even if Fang Yuan can make Qingxiafeng treat Mu Qiwu kindly now, he can't afford it This fluke.

It's too unreliable to put your life on the mood of others.

Today's whipping woke up Fang Yuan completely, and he couldn't be beaten calmly after a whipping, let alone face death.

Xiao Qing is his biggest death threat, not to mention him, the protagonist is also a baby compared to Boss Xiao, not only his strength was abused by blood in the early stage, but also his mind was abused by blood, even the scenes were not as exciting as Xiao Qing.The first half of the book could be renamed "Xiao Qing Struggles for Hegemony", Mo Xiaofan is not qualified to stand in front of him at all, all the way to seven hundred chapters, Fang Yuan was so angry that he half died in the middle of the night.

But now that he was on the scene, Fang Yuan himself didn't have the confidence to be able to beat the boss, he couldn't beat it, he just wanted to be strong enough to run away with important people when he was in danger.

Getting back to the topic, after Fang Yuan "seeed" the wood spirit energy, the wood spirit energy rushed into his body from the sky cap as if being pulled.

Enter the Zifu, walk through the meridians, enter the dantian...

The mellow wood spirit is more effective than any elixir. The wound on Fang Yuan's back is not only painless, but also warm. The green Milky Way is closely attached to the tip of his nose and eyes, entangled in long lengths on his body. In a circle, like a bunch of fluffy and shiny little angels bumping against each other, he could feel the closeness in it.

Cute and soft.

This practice lasted for one night, and when Fang Yuan opened his eyes again, the spirit stones in the pool had dimmed, and the rolling bamboo sea had returned to silence.The aura lost its traction, and thick fog formed among the bamboo forests. The moist bamboo leaves dripped with dew, giving them a fresh and vibrant look.

This is actually very abnormal. For ordinary monks to cultivate, not to mention attracting a spiritual field like a galaxy, it is already good to be able to absorb the spiritual energy from the whole body, so it is necessary to hold high-level spiritual stones when breaking through.

In addition to the five elements spirit body.

Fang Yuan didn't know the changes in himself, he just felt that he had never felt so relaxed.After washing up, he hastily swallowed a bigu pill, planning to go to Zangshu Pavilion.

This month's Wufeng Academy is all taught by Qu Xiaoling. Fang Yuan knows that his foundation is poor, and he will not be able to understand anything if he listens again. Time to go again.

Hmph, but he lived more than 500 years longer than him. The classics in Zangshuge are at least tens of thousands of years old. As the head disciple, he can read more books!

Fang Xiaoyuan took the script of the cannon fodder's counterattack, and he will definitely survive!

Fang Yuan ran to the Zangshu Pavilion on the top of the mountain at a high speed. The Qingxia Peak was towering and towering. This journey was all about exercise. When the last morning mist cleared, he finally arrived at the door of the Zangshu Pavilion.The elder guarding the gate let him in without opening his eyelids.

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Fang Yuan had a very fulfilling month.

He knew the truth that he couldn't chew too much, so he didn't touch those high-level spells, but read "General Knowledge of Qianyuan Continent", barely memorizing the complicated knowledge in the jade slips, and then Give yourself a fill-in-the-blank exam, and chew it over and over again; while meditating at night instead of sleeping, practice the "Thousand-fold Spirit Jue" taught to him by the master.

Cultivation of monks is based on kung fu, and technique is the end. The two complement each other and are indispensable.If you have skills but no means, it is like a huge storage tank, where spiritual energy can enter and cannot come out. There are only skills but no skills to support it.

There are four grades of kung fu secret books, heaven, earth, black and yellow, and each grade is divided into upper, middle, and lower. "Thousands of Spiritual Jue" is a rare low-level kung fu in the sect. It is considered precious in the Middle Earth. With him alone, it was enough for Fang Yuan to practice until he became a saint.

There is also a high-grade Xuan-level swordsmanship "Qingfeng Jianjue" as an assistant. This is what the original owner asked for from the head of the sect. He has always wanted to be a swordsman.However, Fang Yuan is not very interested in using swords, and the progress of sword practice is not good, it can only be said to be stable.If so, this is by far his best offensive method. After all, his physical memory is still there. The sword Qingquan given to him by the sect master is still a middle-grade wood-type spiritual sword of Xuan rank, worth thousands of high-grade spirit swords. Shi, casually swiping is amazingly powerful, making other people in the door extremely jealous.

In fact, the sect leader didn't think that the original owner's character was suitable for the path of sword cultivation, but he couldn't bear to be soft and hard, and he was already prepared in his heart to give up halfway.

So Fang Yuan was not worried about making mistakes in his swordsmanship, because the original owner was not much better.

Sure enough, after taking the time to examine his sword skills, the headmaster only sighed: "Forget it, you should weigh it yourself. As a teacher, I still say that, you are not suitable for the way of swordsmanship."

Fang Yuan replied obediently: "I know, I will go to Zangshuge to have a look later."

Master Fan Yu patted him on the shoulder: "The matter of Wufeng Academy..." Before he finished speaking, Fang Yuan said, "Master, this matter is over and it's over. It's because the disciple has been slacking off recently and failed to complete the work of Elder Qu." From now on, I must pay close attention to cultivation and will not take care of other things. I hope Master will understand."

Fang Yuan really didn't want to take advantage of Master and fight with Zixia Peak again. After fighting back and forth, neither he nor Mu Qiwu could run away, so why bother?Wouldn't it be nice to practice happily together?

Hearing this, Master Fan Yu finally smiled in relief: "It's great if you can figure it out. As a teacher, I don't intend to embarrass another disciple."

Fang Yuan squeezed his shoulders: "Thank you, Master."

After resolving this matter, Fang Yuan went deeper and kept it simple. Except for rubbing the jade slips in Zangshu Pavilion, he hardly saw anyone else. He devoted himself to practicing in the bamboo sea, and the result was gratifying.

The common sense in his head is enough for him to cope with life in the sect, and the practice of "Thousand Layers of Spiritual Art" has become more and more handy, and he has firmly consolidated his cultivation base in the second level of entry, and he is also familiar with the retraction and release of spiritual power.

Fang Yuan was very excited about this anti-scientific power. On the day he learned to release his spiritual power, he chopped a piece of bamboo shoots in the bamboo forest, picked them up, and stewed a pot of delicious soup.

The bamboo shoots here are all infused with aura, which will not be harmful if eaten, and can also soothe the injured soul of foodies.

woohoo.

Damn Bigu Pill, it's so unpalatable.

After laying the foundation, Fang Yuan planned to learn a book of magic formulas, "Myriad Leaves Flying Flowers" of the top grade of Huang Rank after careful consideration.

"Thousand Leaves Flying Flowers" has eight moves. It was originally a technique. From picking leaves to flying, it changes with the degree of spiritual power concentration.In the description, she is as ethereal as a fairy, and her cultivation base has advanced to a certain level, and she can even kill people with flowers.

This exercise requires a lot of spiritual power control, and because it needs to perceive the surrounding environment, it also requires a lot of soul power of the caster, so it has been dusted in the library for a long time.When Fang Yuan chose it, the elder guarding the Book Pavilion gave him a rare glance, and then gave him a strange smile.

Fang Yuan ignored it and began to practice calmly.

To be honest, it was indeed difficult, and it was even more unbelievably difficult for a beginner like him.But he also has an advantage that others cannot match - he has read hundreds of cultivation novels, including those from this world.

Many truths to people in this world would take a lifetime to break through, but to Fang Yuan, it was common sense. After all, among the protagonists in the novel, which one did not become a god in the end?The authors' brains are very big. Fang Yuan vaguely found the general direction, and then verified it, and found that many theories were in perfect agreement, and inexplicably gave birth to a subtle feeling of dimensionality reduction.

He knew the answer, what was missing was practice.

Fang Yuan was even so bold as to combine "Qing Feng Jian Jue" and "Wan Ye Fei Hua". Anyway, he couldn't cultivate the sword intent, so he might as well play tricks and use his advantage of affinity with wood energy. As long as he can maximize the lethality, he will be It doesn't hurt to do two things at once.

It wasn't until he slowly figured out the clues and felt his strength stabilized that Fang Yuan gained some confidence.

Time passed like this, and just when he was about to forget about the outside world, one day when he returned from the Library Pavilion, he suddenly heard a strange sound.

From the depths of the woods came the muffled sound of fists and kicks, as well as suppressed panting.

"You bastard, how dare you come to Zangshu Pavilion? Don't think that you will really be able to go in if the steward looks at you high!"

"You don't even look at it, do you deserve it?! Do you deserve it!!"