After asking about the immortal monument, the elder explained some methods to control magic, and then let the disciples of the immortal sect disperse. The immortal sect preaching was originally different from the Fairy Hall. At that time, Zhu Xian taught them without any trouble and reiterated it over and over again, but in the immortal sect, the elder preaching was concise and tacit. After talking about the things, you can understand them by yourself.

If you don't want to understand, the elder will not say much nonsense.

After the disciples bowed to the elder, they felt relieved and chatted and laughed in groups of three or three. Some made an appointment to recite poems, and some made an appointment to drink. Although the elders said that Feiyunshan preaching is the most important thing, there were not many people who took it to their hearts. After all, it would be enough to pass the Six Questions of the Immortal Stele within three years, but now the second year is not yet halfway, so why should you be so anxious?

Those who can pass the Six Questions of the Immortal Stele in advance are all top people, so there is no need to compare with them!

But Fang Yuan didn't have this idea. After leaving Xiaoqingxi, he went straight to the Sutra Hall. Time is not forgiving people!

Moreover, he has been looking forward to the secret scroll of magic in the Immortal Sect for a long time!

In the past, as a servant, he could not practice magic, but now he has transformed himself into a disciple of the Immortal Sect. He can learn the ninth-grade magic without reporting to the Immortal Sect. So why are you so kind? You have to see it at once...

This is not the first time Fang Yuan came to the Sutra Hall. When he was a servant, he came to sort out the scriptures. However, at that time, he was at most exposed to paper scriptures and could not see the real jade slips. Before he came to the ancient plan at the entrance of the hall, he said to the servant disciple who was dozing off: "This senior brother is polite. I'm so worried and I'll borrow a set of secret magic books for the first-level magic!"

The disciple was sleeping in a daze and waved his hand, "Give me the secret scriptures and go find them yourself!"

Fang Yuan handed over the name symbol, and the disciple took it and said, "You can only borrow one magic secret script at a time. When you go back, you can memorize it carefully and return it to borrow the second one. The disciples of Xiaozhu Peak can practice the four magics. Remember not to pass it to outsiders!"

Fang Yuan also knew that the Immortal Sect had strict control over the magic, so he agreed.

Turning around and entering the Sutra Hall, I saw rows of jade slips arranged neatly.

The ninth-grade magic of the Immortal Gate is a low-level basic magic, with a wide range of categories, including five categories: wind, fire, thunder, mountain, rain, and some spells that do not fall into the eight categories. Among them, the thunder-type magic requires too high talent and is very easy to learn. Fang Yuan chose only five categories: wind, fire, and mountain rain. He wandered in front of the four jade slips for a long time and finally selected one of the fire-type magics.

"After studying it thoroughly within three days, I will return it as soon as possible, otherwise I will punish you with a spirit stone!"

"No reprinting, no private transmission to others, otherwise there will be severe punishment for the Immortal Sect!"

The immortal disciple who was guarding the Sutra Hall instructed Fang Yuan for a few words, then branded his name and let him come out.

Fang Yuan was in a very good mood and walked quickly towards his house. As soon as he was about to go back, he began to practice.

But just when he arrived at the door, he found that someone was waiting for him.

Two two immortal disciples, one tall and one short, were standing at his door with their arms held.

"What do you think of the two senior brothers?"

Fang Yuan had no choice but to go forward and asked the two men with fists.

"You are Fang Yuan?"

The tall immortal disciple looked up and down at Fang Yuan and spoke lightly.

"It's me..."

Fang Yuan was speechless and replied in a bad mood. These two people must have recognized them, so why do you ask this extra question?

"Haha, it's good that you are, come with us!"

The short and fat disciple of the immortal sect sneered and raised his hand. Fang Yuan saw that under the pine tree not far away, Wu Qing was sitting in a pavilion with a faint expression, looking into the distance, holding a cup of tea in his hand, slowly sipping...

"You will die if you take two more steps?"

Fang Yuan felt sorry for her, but she followed them all over.

To put it bluntly, he still wanted to resolve this gangster in his heart, and to make enemies for no reason, wasted time...

"Sit down!"

Wu Qing never looked back at Fang Yuan, but just waited for him to approach and said lightly.

Fang Yuan had no choice but to sit opposite her and smiled and said, "What advice do you have for Senior Brother Wu?"

"I heard that you, Senior Brother Qi, and Zhou Qingyue are all classmates from Taiyue City Fairy Hall?"

Wu Qing still did not look back at Fang Yuan, but just looked into the distance and spoke lightly.

"This is indeed the case!"

Fang Yuan nodded and suppressed the impatientness in his heart.

...He really wants to go back to the room to practice immediately. Who has the patience to tell her this?

"I only now know that you and Senior Brother Qi are classmates. I have never heard him mention you before!"

Wu Qing spoke lightly, and there seemed to be a hint of anger in his voice: "But I am still very dissatisfied with you and Zhou Qingyue!"

This made Fang Yuan stunned: What does it have to do with me if you are not satisfied?

But Wu Qing did not understand what he thought and continued, "But how to punish you specifically is the matter of Senior Brother Qi. He is now preaching in Feiyun Mountain and will be back in the past few months. I am too lazy to ask more questions, but for his sake, I will still take care of you, a classmate in Taiyue City, so I will give you a chance to apologize to Junior Brother Zhou Qingyue!"

"Apologize?"

This sentence made Fang Yuan stunned. Zhou Qingyue was driven down the mountain. How could he apologize?

Fortunately, Wu Qing did not let him think too much and said it directly: "Qingfeng Poetry Society cannot tolerate a villain who slanders his fellow disciples. In the eyes of others, Zhou Qingyue is already a member of my Qingfeng Poetry Society, but you have ruined his reputation. This makes me very unhappy!"

"So if you come to the Lingchen Hall early tomorrow morning and explain it in front of the Immortal Sect brothers, admit that you had angered Zhou Qingyue because of a bet and had old grudges with him, so he was so arrogant that he did such irrational things and took more mistakes on himself. If you do it well, I can allow you to join the Qingfeng Poetry Society. This will be good for you and us!"

Fang Yuan was stunned when he heard this, and after a while, he said blankly: "What if he didn't do this?"

Wu Qing seemed to have thought about it for a long time, and sneered, "I have entered the poetry club and have guidance from my fellow disciples. If you need resources, we can also take you to take on some tasks. No matter what aspect it is, it will be beneficial to your practice. But if you disagree, if Qingfeng Poetry Club cannot tolerate you, then no one in the immortal sect can tolerate you. You should think about it carefully!"

Fang Yuan was already helpless. He sighed, rubbed his face, and stood up and said, "I think I'd better forget it..."

Wu Qing suddenly turned his head and looked at him: "Just say a few words, everyone will get benefits, but do you think it's unnecessary?"

Fang Yuan smiled, turned around and left, and said lightly: "I don't think it's necessary to join you!"

"You... are seeking death!"

After hearing Fang Yuan's rude answer, Wu Qing's face suddenly changed.

The two disciples, one tall and one short, who were wandering outside the pavilion, were even more furious and came up directly. The magical aura of the two men had already risen, flashing like flames, as if they had a disagreement, and they were about to teach Fang Yuan a lesson.

"I don't want to be too tolerant. If you force me, I will set my sword on you!"

Seeing this, Fang Yuan didn't say much, and reached out to break a branch from the pine tree next to him, holding it in his hand.

"How dare this nerd take action?"

After hearing Fang Yuan's words, the two disciples of the Immortal Sect, one tall and one short, were also a little surprised and hesitated for a moment.

They didn't expect that this nerd had just started and had such a tough attitude.

More importantly, they had also heard of what happened when Fang Yuan entered the Immortal Sect. He held a sword in his hand and even destroyed the magic weapons of the two deacons. Even Deacon Bai praised their swordsmanship and had no flaws. It can be seen that this swordsmanship is extremely brilliant.

But what they mainly practice is spells. Although the power of spells is very powerful, they have not reached the realm of freely pursuing spells and being able to defend against enemies at will. If they really fight, with their current strength, they may not be able to take advantage!

If you really lose one move, your reputation will be too bad!

"You guys go back!"

Just as the two of them were hesitating, Wu Qing's voice sounded coldly.

The two of them felt relieved and slowly retreated, still looking at Fang Yuan with vigilance. Wu Qing slowly turned around, looked at Fang Yuan's back coldly, and said lightly: "I also see that you are a senior brother Qi's old classmate, so I will not be grudged. Given such a chance, do you really want to be so stubborn, and even offend our Qingfeng Poetry Club?"

"I just want to practice well, you are offending me!"

Fang Yuan turned his head and looked at her coldly.

Wu Qing smiled without comment, as if he was disdainful to answer: "Then you better think about it clearly!"

Fang Yuan couldn't help asking: "If I left now, you will take action against me?"

Wu Qing just smiled, and the two disciples of the immortal sect, one tall and one thin, also laughed, as if they thought his problem was ridiculous.

Fang Yuan looked at Wu Qing inexplicably: "I really don't understand why this is..."

Wu Qing still sneered and answered disdainfully, but the short and fat disciple of the immortal sect smiled: "Boy, you are really a nerd. Some things are not as simple as you think. You must abide by the rules in the immortal sect, otherwise you will... "

Fang Yuan interrupted him directly, frowned, and said seriously: "We have no resentment or revenge, so I don't really want to have conflicts with you. I don't want something like Zhou Qingyue to happen again. It's not that I'm afraid of Zhou Qingyue, but that I'm afraid of trouble. So now I just want to tell you seriously, I really don't want to provoke you, so don't provoke me, okay?"

His words aroused Wu Qing's dissatisfaction and he smiled coldly: "Even if I provoke you, what can you do?"

Fang Yuan took a deep breath and said, "I promise, if you provoke me, I will definitely take revenge this time!"

After saying this, he turned around and left without stopping.
Chapter completed!