Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

It's early autumn.

The cool autumn wind blows all over the long gray stone steps in front of the academy, and on the paths covered with green pines on both sides, the peaceful and peaceful sound of pines reverberates endlessly.

The main courtyard of Zhisong Academy is located on the land of Lizhou, and it is a very magical fairy gate.

It is said that in the fairy world thousands of years ago, the family of cultivators and the ancient great faction were fighting for power and profit, and the water and fire were incompatible.Loose cultivators with poor backgrounds and unwilling to take refuge in sects, even if they are geniuses in the sky, are mostly destined to be buried.Not to mention the mortals in the mundane world, no matter how good their roots are, at most they will be caught as sword servants or stoves.

The first dean of the academy felt this, and took "the eye of wisdom can see through clouds and pines" as the motto of the establishment of the academy, and recruited poor children.Since then, the dawn of the eternal night in the fairy world has been passed down from generation to generation, and only then can the present prosperous age of stars shine.

To this day, Shisong Academy is still the one that receives the most disciples from the common world among all the immortal sects.

The students in the academy only need to take a small amount of training, and they are basically unrestricted, learning morality and history.If you want to graduate, you only need to pass the academy assessment, and you can leave at any time; if you don't want to leave, you are willing to study books in the academy for the rest of your life and no one will chase you away.

The autumn wind is waking up, the birds are singing for the first time, the students of the academy are used to being diligent, and the sound of reciting books has been heard all over the academy.

In the deepest part of the academy, the green wooden door on the seventh floor of the Book Collection Pavilion burst open.The morning light fell on the ground, and two figures walked in against the light.

"here we go again!"

"Here he comes..."

The students in the Zangshu Pavilion who were concentrating on reading and copying books suddenly raised their heads like frightened little chickens, and invariably cast their eyes on the person who came, and began to whisper in groups of two or three——

"Why have you reached our seventh floor?"

"Hey, Xiao Ke has been studying in the academy for 30 years, and he has only reached the seventh floor after studying day and night. This person is lucky, he has only been in the academy for three months..."

"That's a bad word!"

A young student in green clothes and scarves closed the scroll in his hands with a "hum", with a hint of anger on his face, "With the 'reading' method of that cursed star, do you dare to call it reading?...It's just a snake and a bird. The class is making a show, but I don't know what to do with our place of sages!"

Following the student's angry eyes, he saw red sandalwood bookshelves densely packed in the Library Pavilion, and countless volumes and volumes were closely arranged on them, all of which were warmed by spiritual power and could last for thousands of years.

The two people who had just walked into the pavilion first left the stacks of books borrowed yesterday at the entrance, and then began to shuttle between the bookshelves.

Fang Zhiyuan's expression was stern, and he just strode forward, his spiritual consciousness had already spread to every corner of the seventh floor, and recorded all the titles of books.

Wherever he passed, the volumes and books on the bookshelf were bounced off by his aura, and they fell one after another, before being caught by the people behind him before they hit the ground.

"Slow down, slow down, Master Fang!"

Yuan Ziyi followed behind bitterly. He circulated spiritual energy in both palms, holding a stack of books in each hand, and his appearance was extremely funny. "Oh, books! Books! Be careful with books..."

Fang Zhiyuan turned his eyebrows up and scolded him: "Keep up! It's been three months, and I'm still dawdling."

Yuan Ziyi begged again and again: "Shut up, please shut up... the quiet place of Zangshu Pavilion, many students are studying here..."

All the scholars and students around had ugly faces.

Just because of this situation, it has been going on for three months.

Even though they knew that Fang Zhiyuan had saved Yuan Ziyi's life in the Little Fantasy World, and that the latter was obviously willing to do "labour", many students still couldn't stand it.

Someone annoyed in a low voice: "This is simply a way of repaying favors, and a gentleman would despise it!"

Another person also sighed: "Before Fang Zhiyuan came, senior brother Yuan studied the books day and night, how diligent he was, even when he was injured or sick, he never stopped for a day, but now senior brother hasn't been in the study for three months..."

"Even if Senior Brother Yuan is honest and humble, he can't bully people like this!"

"Why did Jingui Palace send such a person here this year?"

The young scholar in Tsing Yi who was the first to scold was even more furious: "Look at Fang Zhiyuan's behavior in the past three months. From the first floor to the seventh floor of Zangshu Pavilion—how did he read it?"

Several students turned their heads helplessly to look at the books that Fang Zhiyuan had just piled up on the shelf: "The Legend of Kongshan Sanren", "Illustrated Records of Demons in the Great Wilderness of the Western Regions", "Three Classics of Sword and Virtue", "The Book of Instruments", "Qimen "Eight Thousand Words"... There is even a copy of "Drinking and Dining in Lizhou"...

It's all kinds of things, and it's messy.

The scholar was heartbroken, "Yesterday I borrowed nearly a hundred books, and today I returned none of them—maybe I read them carefully? I'm afraid I haven't even opened them!"

"This is obviously messing around and ruining the land of sages!"

The dissatisfied murmurs of the students reached the ears of the two who shuttled between the bookshelves.Yuan Ziyi blushed immediately: "Fang Xianchang, Xiaosheng and these juniors are really ignorant, so I just..."

Fang Zhiyuan didn't change his face, and interrupted him: "Are you still distracted? Don't pay attention to other things, just concentrate on hugging the book for me."

Yuan Ziyi bowed his head in embarrassment.

Half an hour later, Yuan Ziyi had already carried nearly a hundred books, and was sweating profusely, making records of borrowed books one by one at the steward of the bookstore.

Fang Zhiyuan took the Lingyu slips from the Qiankun bag, and engraved some rare scrolls that were not allowed to be lent out of the Zangshu Pavilion with his spiritual consciousness, so that he could take them back for reading.

...In fact, in the Library Pavilion of Zhisong Academy, there were special Lingyu slips for disciples to transcribe.It's just that it hasn't been a month since Fang Zhiyuan came, and he almost used up all the Lingyu slips in the Zangshu Pavilion.

A few impoverished students who couldn't afford this general-purpose magic weapon were anxious, wishing they could come up and do their best.Fang Zhiyuan was not polite, and beat up several people at the door of Zangshu Pavilion.

... But after that, he showed great mercy and stopped using the spirit jade slips in the academy.

After a while, the two each took the books and jade slips, put them in Qiankun bags, and walked towards the courtyard where the students lived.This year, this group of monks from Jingui Palace also lived there for the time being.

Yuan Ziyi was also very sorry for the attitude of some students in Zangshu Pavilion.Fang Zhiyuan didn't take it to heart.

It is very rare for a student to reach the seventh floor of Zangshu Pavilion. They are more or less bookish, and a few gossips are not worthy of his anger.

The two walked to the deepest courtyard, and the door of the backyard was not padlocked.Fang Zhiyuan pushed it away, and a small purple dumpling flew out.

Ziwei: "Chi Chi Chi Chi!"

Fang Zhiyuan was not surprised, he grabbed Ziwei from mid-air and threw it back into the yard, and dragged Yuan Ziyi who was still smiling and wanted to say hello to the bird into the door.

However, the scene inside the door - if you ask outsiders to come in and take a look, they will definitely be shocked.

I saw that there was nothing in the room, not to mention the tables, chairs and counters, not even the beds, how could it be like a place to live in?

Yuan Ziyi and Fang Zhiyuan had long been familiar with the road, and they placed the scrolls and Lingyu slips borrowed from Zangshu Pavilion on the empty floor, leaving only a gap in the middle for one person to sit down.

They have been doing this every day for the past three months.

Soon, the room was filled with letters, like a small collection of books.Zi Xiaoluan stopped on the window sill, quietly looking down.

Fang Zhiyuan lifted the hem of his robe, sat cross-legged in the middle of the floor, made two gestures with his fingers, and then calmly closed his eyes.

He released his consciousness and began to read.

I saw the aura of heaven and earth scrolling in the room, and nearly a hundred books began to turn pages rapidly at the same time, with endless buzzing sounds.

Fang Zhiyuan's complexion was slightly pale, and his whole body was tense. A large amount of mixed information was pouring into his sea of ​​consciousness like a huge tide.

Yuan Ziyi didn't dare to relax, and sat quietly to protect the Dharma.His usual depressed brows relaxed, he looked at Fang Zhiyuan's figure with a complicated expression, and sighed softly.

——Three months ago, when he saw Fang Zhiyuan's "reading" method for the first time, he almost lost his composure in fright.

There are nearly a hundred books in this room, and Fang Zhiyuan actually wants to read nearly a hundred completely different information with his spiritual sense at the same time.

Yuan Ziyi didn't know how powerful a soul must be to do this.He only knew that if it was him, let alone a hundred books, even ten books, if he was asked to read them with his soul at the same time, if he couldn't hold on to a stick of incense, his soul would be damaged.

And Fang Zhiyuan...

For three whole months, he either read in his room or selected books in the library.

No food, no drink, no sleep, Yuan Ziyi had never even seen him adjust his breath and rest his mind.In this way, every time the next day, I still look like a normal person, as if I don’t know what it is to be tired.

In fact, Yuan Ziyi didn't know exactly what Fang Zhiyuan was trying so hard to do, he only knew that he wanted to find out some old stories about the people who ascended.

only……

It has been a long time since the Immortal Realm has been able to ascend, and there are very few records about it in past historical records, and most of them are vague.

Wanting to find clues from the vast sea of ​​books is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

The sun turned from east to west, and the sound of pages turning didn't stop for a moment.

When the sun was setting, Fang Zhiyuan opened his eyes, he exhaled lightly, and his initially loose eyes gradually became solid.

Yuan Ziyi was still in a daze, so he snorted and said, "You're back to your senses, Master Yuan?"

Yuan Ziyi woke up startled, and hurriedly bowed: "Ashamed, ashamed. No matter how many times I watch it again, I will always be shocked."

Fang Zhiyuan picked up the books on the ground one by one and said in a deep voice, "What is this? If my senior brother were here, it wouldn't take half a day."

"..."

Yuan Ziyi's face was strange and he didn't dare to say anything.

After three months of hard work for this Xuyun disaster star, he has long been used to Fang Zhiyuan being able to open his mouth to praise his senior brother's faults anytime and anywhere.

It was late at night.Fang Zhiyuan waved his hand, and instead of seeing off the guests, he drove Yuan Ziyi back to rest, and continued to go to Zangshu Pavilion tomorrow.

When he was the only one left in the room, Ziwei flew down from the window sill that had been stained red by colorful clouds, and landed on Fang Zhiyuan's shoulder.

I don't know if it was because of the exhaustion of his soul just now, but Fang Zhiyuan's eyes were still somewhat in a trance.

He was stunned there for a few breaths, and suddenly closed his eyes and took a breath. He touched his heart with his fingers and took out his psychic jade bead.

"Brother..."

Still nothing to read today.

The psychic jade beads still didn't respond today...

Three months ago, Lin Lingqing summoned him.Sure enough, the demon king could not find Wuchi Qingming in the old place of Yinyuan, and the last evidence of the forbidden technique of rebirth was filled, and both of them heaved a sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Lingqing said that he was going to retreat to Chongjing Nascent Soul at the bottom of the abyss full of bones.

Under the Yin Abyss, the Yin Qi is strong, and the Yin Monster acts recklessly. Lin Lingqing chose such a place to break through, because he is determined to absorb the Yin Qi into his body.

When he sealed the sky, his body was filled with Yin Qi.After a period of time, Lin Lingqing neither chose to abolish the cultivation of yang qi in the meridian dantian, nor did he choose to completely eliminate yin qi.

In fact, Fang Zhiyuan vaguely realized it at that time.

In this life, Lin Lingqing wants to follow the path of both yin and yang cultivation.

But now it has been three months since the demon king retreated, and there is still no movement from Yinyuan, so Zhiyuan is not nervous.

Lin Lingqing had previously predicted that now that they had glimpsed the secrets here, the God of Outer Heaven would probably get rid of them as soon as possible.

Because of this, the Demon Lord made complete preparations before retreating, and even urged Fang Zhiyuan to be careful, and never leave the academy easily and act alone.

But it seems that only this time, Lin Mojun, who predicts things like a god, also deviates.Since then, three months have passed, and everything has been peaceful and quiet, and nothing unusual has happened.

Even the earth-shattering yin and qi rift in the sky over Liuhuazhou has been rarely discussed until now.

Fang Zhiyuan frowned deeply, and his eyes were deep.He lowered his eyes and printed his thin lips on the psychic jade bead in his hand, and the cold touch could not calm his anxiety.

...Brother, what happened to you?

The last ray of sunlight before sunset fell from the window and fell on the open scrolls on the floor.

The shadow swayed, as if telling the long history of this fairy world, but seemed unwilling to say anything.

"How could there be no..."

Fang Zhiyuan began to ponder again, and he looked at the books and scrolls all over the floor again, "Why can't I find any trace?"

"Chichi?" Ziwei tilted her head to look at him.

Without any warning, the cold voice of the holy son Jina came out: "Fang Zhiyuan, you have been reading without sleep for three months, and if you continue to read, your soul will be in danger of being damaged. You must not force it."

Fang Zhiyuan shook his head and said to himself, "This shouldn't be."

He was a little irritable, picked up a book at his feet, flipped through it slowly, and thought to himself: "It's impossible to find no trace of nearly ten thousand books, what went wrong..."

"Ji!" Zi Wei poked the book in his hand, not telling him to read any more.

Inside the Consciousness Sea, it was Jina's voice again: "Lin Lingqing told me to keep an eye on you. If you get hurt, he will kill...cough, he will embarrass me."

Fang Zhiyuan laughed softly.

He threw down the book in his hand, "Okay, you are so proud to have the support of senior brother."

But after suffering for so long, it is indeed time to take a break.

On weekdays, Fang Zhiyuan would reorganize the useful information in the books he had read at night, and then follow new clues to choose new books the next day.

Tonight was the first time he thought that he should also rest, but unfortunately the bed in the room had been thrown out by him long ago.

Fortunately, Fang Zhiyuan didn't mind whether there was a quilt, so he tidied up the room, and leaned against the corner to sleep lightly with his eyes closed.

It is night, the night outside the window is gentle and the stars are shining.

The pine waves of Zhisong Academy are still resounding in the wind.

It's a pity that this rare night of peaceful sleep failed to make Fang Zhiyuan wake up naturally.

In the early morning of the next day, a large group of students gathered outside the courtyard.The leader was a young man with a white turban, and one step behind the white turban was another young scholar who was the most annoyed yesterday in Zang Shu Ge.

They are mighty, all the way.The scholars who read the morning chanting along the way couldn't help but be surprised by what they saw.

"That's Senior Brother Bai Junyan!"

"Brother Bai has come out of retreat?"

The young man in the white scarf had a slender eyebrow, and he was full of arrogance when he looked at it.He stood still in front of Fang Zhiyuan's courtyard, poured spiritual energy on purpose, and said loudly:

"I heard that a new talented person has arrived, and he has read the seventh floor of Zangshu Pavilion in three months. Bai really wants to pay a visit. Please enlighten me!"

please enlighten me... enlighten me...

The sound echoed endlessly.

The atmosphere suddenly became unusual and full of provocation.The onlookers couldn't help but hold their breath, staring straight at the small courtyard, waiting for Fang Zhiyuan's reaction.

A little clever, knowing that senior brother Bai Junyan has a sharp temper, fearing that he would collide with that Xuyun disaster star and cause big trouble, he quickly turned to Yuan Ziyi for rescue.

But the room was quiet, and after a few more breaths, when Bai Junyan showed impatience, there was finally movement inside.

There was only a "click", and the window was pushed open by a slender and well-knit hand.

Fang Zhiyuan leaned against the window with cold brows in the golden shirt.

He didn't even bother to look at Bai Junyan, and said coldly:

"—I can't teach you, please go back."