Seeking good luck and avoiding bad luck starts with the Golden Family

Chapter 205 Wenshanbi

The Buddhist Scripture Pavilion named Sen has nine floors in total.

To reach different floors, in addition to the corresponding authority status, you must also prove that you have such an ability.

Therefore, when Fang Yang was about to climb to the second floor of the Sutra Pavilion, all the disciples named Sen looked up silently.

"Don't be in a hurry, just take your time."

Mori Hui said softly that the two stairs looked very long, but in fact they were nothing.

But every time you take a step up, you will feel the pressure getting bigger and bigger, as if there is an ancient mountain pressing down.

These special barriers or checkpoints are to prevent the children of the surname Mori from being too far away and to warn them that they must be down-to-earth in life and work.

After all, if your qualifications and talents are insufficient, then even if you are given a true biography of the Venerable, you will not be able to comprehend anything, and will instead become a source of material for others to grow.

"Let's go." Fang Yang looked calm.

"I have long heard that Fang Yang is like an immortal, otherworldly, and it is indeed true when I see him today."

Sen Hui was the pearl of their Sen surname, and for Fang Yang to take it away so easily, it was impossible for them to say that they had no objections.

Buzz... As soon as he climbed the white jade steps, he suddenly felt a heavy force on his shoulders, as if someone was pressing down hard.

"I don't know if Fang Yang is strong or not, but I know he is really good at showing off and really handsome. Is this the reason why the clan sister likes him?"

Just because before, he discovered that those second- and third-level cultivators with the surname Mori could walk through this long staircase calmly.

"When you first come into contact, you often suffer a small loss. I wonder if Fang Yang will be embarrassed?"

He waved the sleeves of his Taoist robe and climbed up the high ladder, walking like a dragon or a tiger.

And so on, which made it possible for them to see Fang Yang being embarrassed.

Like a carp eagle, like a Kunpeng!

Everyone looked up at his back, and suddenly felt that a terrifying wild beast was coming to the world.

Not only did Fang Yang not suffer any embarrassment, he actually demonstrated his power.

"Sigh~"

"He can definitely reach the fourth floor, or even the fifth floor..."

Gradually, their faces became happy and excited, with an almost pathological twist.

but……

"This is too easy."

Fang Yang put his hands behind his back and stepped forward unhurriedly.

Many people with the surname Mori's eyes flashed.

But Fang Yang was so outstanding that he was not only recognized by the clan elders, but also favored by many ancestors.

What's strange is that this heavy and powerful force seems to depend on his cultivation level.

There were lotuses growing under his feet, and there was red and purple light flowing on the Taoist robe, reflecting the steps, making it dazzling.

Such a scene is simply beyond the imagination of many people.

It's not that they didn't expect Fang Yang to move forward easily, but they definitely didn't expect Fang Yang to do it in this way.

"Ayang..."

Staring at Fang Yang's figure, Sen Hui's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her long autumn eyes rippled.

Seeing Fang Yang's confident and calm demeanor again, Sen Hui's face bloomed with a smile.

The reason why she paid attention to Fang Yang in the first place was that she discovered that Fang Yang had a special magical power. Although he was very weak, he was similar to her sister Senwei.

Now, this magic power is gradually growing, which immediately gives her a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment, because she has witnessed and participated in its cultivation.

But as she got closer to Fang Yang, she inevitably sank.

……

Second floor, third floor, fourth floor, fifth floor.

Accompanied by Sen Hui, Fang Yang studied quietly in the Sen Sutra Pavilion.

At first, some people thought he was putting on a show. But when he really spent day after day in the Sutra Pavilion without being impatient at all, gradually more and more people were impressed by him.

Nowadays, Zhang Ye, Qing Mang, Hong Qishang and others who have returned to their clan have all done great things and become famous far and wide.

Compared with them, Fang Yang didn't know how much stronger he was.

But Fang Yang really calmed down, took his time, and allowed his knowledge to increase naturally.

Not to mention them, even Sen Wei and Sen Yue became more and more satisfied as they looked at Fang Yang.

The fist is withdrawn to punch out better.

During this period of time, Fang Yang chose to stay dormant and grow silently, which was obviously an extremely wise choice.

"Life has limits but knowing there are no limits, following the limits with the limits, it's almost..."

Immersed in the vast sea of ​​books, Fang Yang couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The Mori Sutra Pavilion is too big, too big.

There are all the true secrets of various schools.

It is simply impossible to study them all, at least, it is impossible without hundreds of years.

And in these hundreds of years, Fang Yang still considered the estimation of activating various spells to assist his study.

Therefore, Fang Yang was not greedy for more, and did not have any delusions about collecting all the books here.

The collection of scriptures he chose to study basically fall into the following areas: the fire school, the thunder school, the meaning of destruction and creation, the meaning of the rotation of yin and yang, the meaning of Tai Chi, etc.

If it weren't for Supervisor Mori Hui, he might not even touch the collection of classics such as elixirs.

After studying these books, he actually gained an air of elegance and indifference.

If he had put on a green shirt, held a ruler in his hand, and said he was a teacher in the school, he would not arouse suspicion from others.

"Ayang."

Mori Hui Qiushui blinked his long eyes and said hesitantly: "Why do I feel that you are a bit like an elder brother?"

Hearing this, Fang Yang moved his robe slightly, and in an instant, a scene of water mirror appeared in front of him.

In the water mirror, Fang Yang was seen with a tall and slender figure, a handsome face, and eyes as silent as an ancient pool.

At this moment, he was wearing a black and white Taoist robe, standing with his hands on his back, exuding an elegant and indifferent air, with an immortal air.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Fang Yang also felt a little dazed.

It turns out that he is the same type of person as Senyue...

After a while, Fang Yang put back his unnecessary thoughts.

He narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Brother Yue is a young venerable. Compared with Brother Yue, I am still far behind. You don't need to think too much."

"Is that so?" Mori Hui was a little unsure.

Just because Fang Yang just now made her feel a little afraid, just like she was afraid of her sister Senwei and brother Senyue.

"What are you thinking about..." Fang Yang smiled and stretched out his hand, gently holding Sen Hui Rouyi.

Visible to the naked eye, the hesitation in Sen Hui's eyes quickly faded away.

She returned to her lively look again, looking at Fang Yang with a smile.

At this moment, the void ahead rippled slightly like water waves, with strands of pure white literary energy coming out and condensing into clouds.

This cloud of literary energy floated around in front of Fang Yang and Sen Hui.

Under the gaze of the two people, the clouds dispersed, revealing its true appearance, a brush blooming with white light.

【Wenshan pen】

Fang Yang felt blessed in his heart, stretched out his other hand, and took it quietly.

In an instant, messages flowed through his mind.

The Wenshan pen is a special fourth-level instrument that contains abundant literary energy. Holding it and writing on it can slightly activate the power of heaven and earth.

What's even more peculiar is that if you dip this brush into the blood of a ferocious beast and use it for calligraphy and painting, you can draw the shape of this beast, allowing the holder to experience the mysteries of the painting school.

(End of this chapter)