Imminent Misfortune [Rebirth]

At dusk on the western mountain, when the crows returned to their nests, there was dead silence on and off the Dao Discussion Platform.Bai Junyan was completely defeated, his back was wet with sweat.

Fang Zhiyuan refused to let go, and deliberately angered him: "I would like to bet and admit defeat, and go to the Cangshu Pavilion and shout." He smiled, "Just shout, 'Xiaoxian Lin is peerless, peerless in the Three Realms'?"

Bai Junyan's eyes were red, and he yelled suddenly: "This is impossible...impossible!"

He pointed at Fang Zhiyuan, gritted his teeth and stared, "You must be cheating! You!...This is absolutely impossible!"

This lasted an afternoon of debate, and he almost tested all the fields he knew, trying to find a breakthrough.However, from beginning to end, Fang Zhiyuan's answers and questions were far superior to his knowledge.Occasionally, one or two weird questions popped up, and they frequently disturbed his Dao heart!

If the other party is really a knowledgeable person, that's all.But Fang Zhiyuan!In terms of experience and temperament, it is impossible for him to be a scholar... Where did he get such a wealth of knowledge?

"Eat a fall and gain a wisdom, I am teaching you the truth."

Fang Zhiyuan was unmoved, and said sarcastically: "Even if I cheat, I brought up this debate? I brought it up without restraint? Self-righteousness is a taboo in studying."

Bai Junyan was furious: "You deserve to say study! Academy is the land of sages and gentlemen...Even if you are the envoy of Jingui Palace, you won't be allowed to cheat!"

Fang Zhiyuan shook his head and sneered: "Come on, Zhisong Academy has raised thousands of poor scholars for so many years, and they have long been unable to make ends meet. If it weren't for Jingui Palace's offering of hundreds of millions of taels of spirit stones every year, you can still sit here without any worries. Studying, full of sages and gentlemen!?"

Bai Junyan was so angry that he almost passed out: "You——!"

Seeing that the situation was not good, some students in the audience hurriedly pulled Yuan Ziyi and said, "Senior Brother Yuan! This...you are on good terms with Fang Xianchang, please persuade me."

Yuan Ziyi smiled wryly and said coyly: "Alas...Brother Bai was the one who picked things up first, and since he got hurt, he has no choice but to bet and admit defeat."

Although his voice is low, it can be heard clearly by practitioners.

Fang Zhiyuan thought to himself: Yuan Ziyi usually looks a little cowardly and honest, but he is really very measured when it comes to big festivals.

And Bai Junyan was even more ashamed and angry, and suddenly raised his voice: "Okay! I'm killed today! I shout!"

With a lift of his palm, he stepped on the fairy sword that summoned the contract, and Yu Jian flew to the top floor of the library pavilion against the wind, startling several birds along the way.

But after a few breaths, Bai Junyan landed on the top of the library loft, with the setting sun sinking behind him.The young scholar's eyes were bloodshot, and he raised his sword and shouted: "Fang Zhiyuan, from now on, I, Bai Junyan, will never die with you! Never die together!"

Fang Zhiyuan's expression remained unchanged, and he raised his chin.

That means you can shout, please.

Bai Junyan took a deep breath, closed his eyes viciously like a martyr who lost her virginity, and opened her mouth to shout with an extremely sad and indignant expression——

At this moment, Fang Zhiyuan's eyes sank, there was no more joking, but it seemed that he was waiting for something.

None of the students noticed Fang Zhiyuan's strangeness.

However, everyone looked up at the sky in the next instant, and all screamed!

I saw the dim yellow and red clouds in the sky intertwined into silk and satin, but the silk and satin suddenly fluctuated in front of my eyes, magnificent and strange!

Just above the blue and red cornice tile roof of Zangshu Pavilion, the air is distorted invisible, and a wide shadow emerges, blocking the light of the setting sun, without wind and automatically——

book!

It turned out to be an incomparably huge scroll!

"Mr. Ancient Book!"

"Mr. Gushu has appeared!"

Countless students ran out of the Library Pavilion and looked up.Amidst the increasingly noisy exclamation, the book was slowly unfolding with the sky as the case, and it was as tall as three or four grown men, but its length was unmeasured.

On the wonderful material that is not silk or paper, there are countless ancient runes in the fairy world swimming like black tadpoles.The sunset light shone on the handwriting, as if it was about to be sucked in.

In that volume of ancient book, slowly came the voice of a vicissitudes old man: "Cheating and cheating, it is not advisable...it should be punished by my academy."

At the moment when the scroll appeared out of thin air, Fang Zhiyuan felt his body was pressed down like a huge mountain, his internal organs throbbed with pain, his bones creaked unbearably, and his face turned pale in an instant!

But what was strange was that his drooping face was shrouded in shadow, and from an angle that outsiders could not see, it evoked a smile of triumph.

——Mr. Gushu, the guardian spirit of Zhisong Academy.

Legend has it that he is the oldest creature in the fairy world and has the longest memory. If you want to find the traces of the ascended people who have been buried in history, it is the most efficient way to directly ask the ancient books.

However, Mr. Gushu didn't show up in front of people easily. When Fang Zhiyuan first came to the academy, he visited Zangshu Pavilion several times, but he never responded.

That being the case, it can only find another way.

Bai Junyan happened to hit the muzzle of the gun right here.What Fang Zhiyuan gambled on was Mr. Gushu's pride as the supreme weapon spirit, that he would not allow his students to lose unfairly.

It's fine to lose unfairly, but he is forced to praise the senior brothers of other sects a hundred times on the top of the Library Pavilion where Mr. Gushu lives... Even a spirit with backbone can't help it!

"jijiji..."

Suddenly, Ziwei's small chubby body rolled out of Fang Zhiyuan's cuff, as if pinched by an invisible hand, it "floated" uncontrollably in the direction of the ancient book.

It was still the voice of the vicissitudes of the old man: "This Zixiaoluan has a different soul, I think it is helping you..."

Bai Junyan was pleasantly surprised: "There is indeed a problem!"

Fang Zhiyuan was not flustered, he endured the coercion on his body, paid his respects with difficulty, and said in a deep voice, "Jingui Palace is here to envoy Fang Zhiyuan, and I have something to ask Mr. Gushu for advice."

After he said that, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.Thinking of joking with Lin Lingqing through the psychic jade beads last night that Xu Shi could find something useful today, I couldn't help but feel even more relieved.

However, at this moment, a shocking change happened!

The voice of the ancient book suddenly froze, and the pages stretched wildly to cover the sky. It said angrily, "Humph!——So that's how it is! You use the body of a dead luan to imprison the soul of a person, what a despicable little guy, what a dirty sorcery!"

Before the words fell, one end of the scroll was already whipping Fang Zhiyuan mercilessly like a whip!

In the blink of an eye, Fang Zhiyuan's pupils constricted to a point, and he only had time to call out Huang Yang, and put it in front of the vital point in his heart.

In the next moment, he felt a strong wind blowing towards his face, and the huge scroll slammed on the blade, like waves rushing towards a wooden stick!

In an instant, the soles of Fang Zhiyuan's feet sank three inches, and the tiles broke and shattered.His whole body was thrown backwards at high speed, and two deep grooves were formed on the soles of his feet. Dust, broken tiles, broken grass... all flew into one piece.

The terrifying momentum couldn't be stopped at all, it was too late and then it was too fast, the student next to him was stunned for a blink of an eye, Fang Zhiyuan's back had already slammed into the wall of the library, and the wall was cracked!

"cough……!"

Fang Zhiyuan's face was pale, a mouthful of blood rushed up his throat, and he swallowed it back.

It was at this moment that a cold sense of crisis ran up his spine.

Fang Zhiyuan raised his eyes in the midst of the turmoil. He knelt on one knee and half-kneeled on the ground. From the gradually dispersed smoke and dust, he saw the huge tome attacking him again.

Holding Huangyang's cold and hard knife handle in his hand, an incredible thought rushed into his mind.

—It wants to kill me.

——This ancient book, it deliberately wants to kill me!

Why?It shouldn't, it doesn't make sense, and Fang Zhiyuan couldn't think of a reason, but he didn't doubt his instinct.

He did notice it the moment the ancient book was released.That was a hidden killing intent skillfully hidden under the monstrous rage.

Unfortunately, being aware of it is one thing, being able to stop it is another.

Mr. Gushu is already the spirit of the top immortal weapon, and even the monks of Yuanying and Mahayana can hardly compete with his power.As soon as its murderous aura moved, the sky and the earth immediately changed color, flying sand and flying stones!

The ancient book expanded again.

This time, it actually blocked Fang Zhiyuan's retreat from both sides, and the long pages of the snow-white scroll turned into a deadly white silk and tightened rapidly in a blink of an eye—it actually wanted to hang Fang Zhiyuan alive in it!

The students of the academy screamed in horror, seeing that blood was about to splatter three feet outside the Zangshu Pavilion, and the tragedy would cover the coffin.

Yuan Ziyi's face was pale, but he ran against the flow of people without hesitation, and shouted loudly: "Mr. Gu Shu! Please be merciful! Please listen to the students—"

With a loud noise, the ancient book closed like a wall!

Just as the sun was setting, Fang Zhiyuan's figure was just submerged in the layers of books, like a tiny ant that was crushed.

Yuan Ziyi felt like falling into a nightmare, his voice stopped abruptly.

At this moment, not to mention the rest of the academy disciples, even Bai Junyan, who had just shouted that he and Fang Zhiyuan were "inseparable", were stunned.

... No matter how angry you are, after all, you just lost face in the debate, so how could you take his life away?

Xu Yun has been kind to the academy many times. Although Fang Zhiyuan's words and deeds are reckless, but this person has been in this academy for three months, and he has never really harmed anyone.

Originally, today, the Academy's Zhenyuan Xianqi took the initiative to support their academy students, with sharp eyes and strict judgment, and upholding justice, it should be a happy ending.But how come...

How could his eyes be bloodshot.

Suddenly, a desolate and mournful cry resounded over the Zangshu Pavilion.Someone exclaimed: "Look! Fang Zhiyuan's spirit bird..."

I saw that Ziwei had broken free from the invisible shackles of the ancient book at some point, and the originally small and exquisite Zi Xiaoluan's body was rolling with aura, and the air waves soared to the sky, and the sound was like weeping blood!

In a blink of an eye, Ziwei's body gradually stretched, and her wings were more than two feet long.It turned into a purple lightning, and rushed towards the huge wall of books that trapped Fang Zhiyuan.

As the wind whistled, Zixiaoluan's claws and beak had a flickering lavender silk thread... that light was like the first morning star in the sky.

However, at this moment, Fang Zhiyuan's still calm voice came from Jina's soul:

"Idiot! Do you want to be arrested and returned to the Star Terrace!? You can't use the star array in Ziwei Pavilion!"