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Chapter 84 Meeting Fang Zhaoyao and Fang Deguang

"Could it be the Flying Immortal Building?"

In addition to mainstream comprehension skills such as talismans, refining tools, and formations in Dayongzhou, there are also some cultivators who are so good at cooking that they become spiritual chefs, and some people like to cultivate spiritual plants and become fairy farmers. Beast masters, spirit wine masters, clothes immortal masters, illusion painters, etc.

Xianzhushi is the one who likes to build all kinds of large-scale buildings, such as the common flying cars and spaceships, the pavilions of various sects, and the mansions of Xiuzhen aristocratic families, all built by Xianzhushi.

Master Zhao that Lin Anqian met in Huainan City was a fairy architect.

Like flying cars and spaceships, some highly skilled craftsmen can build pavilions to fly in the air like spaceships. This kind of pavilions is called flying fairy buildings.

Someone immediately retorted: "Impossible, this Yunshui City is inland, and it is still far away from the sea. Even the fastest flying Xianzhu will not be able to reach the sea in such a short time."

"Then how do you explain we're at sea?"

Everyone was talking about it, but they had no clue about the situation in front of them.

Elder Duan remained silent for a while, and finally said: "There is only one situation, we are still in the illusion."

This sentence stunned everyone:

"Didn't we just untie it?"

"Isn't all illusions gone after they are untied, why are they still there?"

Elder Duan added: "I heard Elder Cheng once said that there is a very high illusion, which can be layered on top of each other. When one illusion is unraveled, another illusion will be triggered. Now it seems that our door is very likely to be an illusion. In this illusion."

Although this group of craftsmen are not proficient in illusion, they still know a little bit about illusion.

Among the illusions they have come into contact with, there is only one level of illusion, that is to say, when you enter an illusion, as long as you break the illusion, you can return to the original world.

As Elder Duan said, the end of one level will trigger another level, they have never heard of it.

Elder Huo has a grumpy temper. When he heard it, it was still an illusion, and he resisted this statement from the bottom of his heart: "Impossible! What kind of layer upon layer, how can there be such a profound illusion. I have never heard of it in my life."

The disciple behind him also questioned: "Is this Ye Qiuchi so powerful? I don't believe that he can be stronger than Elder Cheng."

As soon as he finished speaking, a row of fairy girls walked out from nowhere, all holding musical instruments, and stood on the round platform.

Before everyone could react, the group of fairy-like musicians had already started playing.

Some of them were holding a pipa, some were stroking the zither, some were carrying a waist drum, and some were playing a harp. As the ten fingers moved back and forth, the wonderful sound poured out instantly.

Sometimes this piece is as ethereal as fluff in the wind, and sometimes as steady as pine rustling on a cliff.

The people under the round stage forgot to speak, and just stared blankly at the performance on the stage, their eyes drifted to the distance through Le Nu, as if they were reminded of certain memories.

After the ensemble was excited, the tune became soft and moving, like the gurgling flow of a forgotten spring, or like the whispering of a bird in the forest, with three sighs in succession.

Lin Anqian walked into a bamboo forest following the sound of the music.

There is a winding path paved with stone slabs in the bamboo forest. Lin Anqian walked up the steps and saw a spacious courtyard in front of him.

A delicate child's voice came from the dormitory: "Daddy, I want to go out to catch butterflies, I don't want to learn this."

"Hey, finish learning this today, and Daddy will take you to catch butterflies."

A middle-aged man's voice sounded, full of doting and kindness.

Lin Anqian paused when she heard this voice, and then walked quickly towards the courtyard.

"But this is so difficult, why doesn't my younger sister Ningxuan need to learn it, but I have to learn it?"

The little girl said very aggrieved, with a hint of crying in her voice.

Lin Anqian pushed the door open and entered a study room.

In this room, there is a large case of huanghuali in the middle, which is full of pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

A girl was lying on the table, holding a brush in her hand and writing and drawing.

The girl's black and beautiful hair was turned into a cute and playful double bun, her neat bangs had a pair of big smart eyes, with a hint of water in her eyes, her small and exquisite nose, with a touch of bright red on the tip of her nose, no matter how she looked, she seemed to have been wronged like.

There was also a middle-aged man standing beside him, looking down at the girl writing intently.

Lin Anqian looked at the two sides of the study. On one side was a large "Spring Rain Picture", on the other side there were various books on the red sandalwood shelf, and there was a small incense burner in the middle.

Lin Anqian couldn't be more familiar with this place.

It was Fang Deguang standing in front of the case, and the little girl was Fang Zhaoyao, who was only eight years old. This room was her father Fang Deguang's study.

Lin Anqian approached the big case and saw Fang Zhaoyao holding a pen and drawing a rune crookedly on the rice paper.

Seeing that she was not paying attention, Fang Deguang took out another piece of rice paper from under the runes she had drawn and spread it on top, then held her hand and taught her to draw.

The little Fang Zhaoyao frowned, sucked her nose, and let her father draw with her hand with a look of reluctance.

There are already many drawn runes and various formation diagrams beside the big case.

Lin Anqian picked it up and flipped through it.

The paper made a rattling sound, and the father and daughter were still writing and drawing, as if Lin Anqian didn't exist.

Fang Zhaoyao's hands were sore from practicing, and she couldn't help complaining: "Daddy, why did you write these things, it's different from what Uncle Zhao taught."

Fang Deguang still patiently explained: "These are things you can't learn from outsiders. Only Dad can teach you. You must keep these things in mind, and you can't tell others. Remember?"

Fang Zhaoyao pursed her lips and said, "Remember, but I have to learn this every day, so boring."

This time Fang Deguang didn't spoil her: "You have to learn, Yao'er, you are already eight years old, don't keep thinking about playing, it's time to learn to write."

This time Fang Deguang didn't get used to her, and his tone became serious.

When Fang Zhaoyao heard this, she gave up learning completely, put aside her pen, and began to cry: "I don't want to learn, and I can't learn, I want to catch butterflies, woo woo woo~~"

Fang Deguang was a little helpless, but he still picked up the pen and insisted on letting her learn: "You can't keep thinking about playing, you must learn today."

Fang Zhaoyao cried louder: "I don't want to learn! I hate Daddy! Woooooo~~"

Lin Anqian stopped flipping through the pages and looked at Fang Zhaoyao.

Since she traveled through time, she knew her life experience, but she was very vague about the specific life of the original owner. It seemed that the original owner didn't want to think about it.

When she saw the scene in front of her, following the memory of the original owner, she remembered that this happened when Fang Zhaoyao was eight years old.

Before that, Fang Zhaoyao lived a relaxed life every day, occasionally going to learn simple cultivation knowledge from Uncle Zhao, and spending the rest of the time playing.

But suddenly one day, Fang Deguang began to force her to learn these things every day and draw these rune formations every day. Fang Zhaoyao didn't like it at all. She forgot it as soon as she finished learning it, and her father asked her to practice every day.

But before she practiced, something happened to her father.

(End of this chapter)