I run a cram school in the realm of self-cultivation

Fang He's heart was broken.

Tiandao's icy voice echoed in his ears, and dots of golden light emerged from his body, converging into a line of extremely conspicuous words above his head.The dazzling beam of light rushed into the mountains and rivers and pierced into the sky. This battle moved the heavens and the earth.

"Fuck, what's going on?" Fang He jumped up from the ground.The words on the top of his head displayed for ten breaths before slowly fading away.

Xie Lingtai frowned slightly, the scene in front of him awakened his long memories.

"If I'm not wrong, the beam of light on your body is simulated after the fourth heaven. Every time you break through, it will attract the beam of light from the Dao of Heaven, clearly showing your current situation in front of all the monks. Judge your talent and ability according to the duration of the beam of light."

Xie Lingtai glanced at the beam of light on Fang He's body. At this moment, the time of ten breaths had passed, and the beam of light was slowly dissipating.He thought about it, and said in a deep voice:

"The time of ten breaths is very long for a monk who has not tested his talent and has no achievements. Congratulations, this means that Heaven has begun to notice you."

"It is showing your existence to the entire cultivation world!"

Fang He: "I don't want to be noticed at all!"

Fang He's movement was too loud. Shi Shuo stood at the entrance of the cave and said to Fang He, "Someone is here."

Fang He's heart tightened, and his spiritual consciousness spread out at an extremely fast speed.

More than just someone coming!

It was as if people from the entire forest gathered here in a mighty way, crowded.

"Let's go." Fang He pulled Shi Shuo's arm, and his figure flashed forward quickly.They had previously chosen a secluded cave to practice in order to be secluded, and now they just had a period of time free, enough for them to escape from this place.

Just as their figures disappeared in this area, a ray of light descended from the sky.

The person who came was wearing a strong suit, his slender right hand was holding a pen dignifiedly, the nib of the pen was not wet yet, but it was freehand and romantic.When approaching the cave, he raised his eyebrows slightly, with a little surprise in his expression:

"It ran really fast, and now there is no one there."

He was the one who came faster, but he never thought that the opponent's speed was even faster than him, and he disappeared in such a short period of time.

A thought flashed in the visitor's eyebrows, and the pen was twirling flexibly at his slender fingertips.Suddenly, he paused his fingers, grabbed the pen with his right hand, and moved slightly towards the air, the air stopped flowing, and everything was stopped at this moment.

Until he let go of his hand, the brush did not fall from the air, as if there was an invisible force supporting it.When the air flowed again, the pen tip also changed direction, pointing to the other side of the forest.

"It turns out that he ran in that direction." The brush fell from the sky, and it just landed in the palm of the visitor who was spread out in the air.He lightly held the brush in his hand, and walked lightly.

Before his steps fell, countless inks formed rivers, swaying under his feet, pushing him forward.His figure seems to be extremely slow, but in fact, he is walking forward at an extremely fast speed.

As soon as the monk's figure disappeared, several figures appeared in the sky, most of them were monks from the fifth or sixth floor of the Nascent Soul.

"It can be regarded as found. That Fang He broke through here just now."

"That's right, it's just that one or two monks should arrive here first before us, we have to speed up, otherwise, these one hundred assessment points will not be ours."

"Someone is coming from behind, let's act quickly and look for it separately. On the first floor of the Nascent Soul, it must be a monk from the small world, and it probably won't run very far."

Several monks nodded to each other, their figures flashed in the air, and they left quickly.But in a few breaths, many people landed on this area.

Fang He and Shi Shuo didn't know what happened behind them. Their eyes were firm and they ran forward quickly.The dense and highly occluded environment reduces the possibility of them being discovered.

After escaping to a safe enough distance, Fang He and Shi Shuo straightened their clothes. They looked at each other and let out a long sigh of relief.

"Three thousand disciples of the inferior Tianjiao, it is estimated that it is impossible for everyone to know each other. In this way, we can pretend to be monks from the third heaven, but we don't know which sects there are in the third heaven. And... ..." Shi Shuo's eyes were calm, and when he spoke later, his voice paused slightly, his eyes fell on Fang He, and he said, "Teacher Fang, your name probably won't be used anymore."

When Fang He just broke through, Tiandao directly put his name on it.As long as Fang He goes out with his real name, the monks here will turn Fang He into a hundred assessment points in minutes.

"It doesn't matter." Fang He clasped his hands together, and the brown Buddhist beads swayed gently on his wrist, which made his complexion fairer and more delicate. "Now I feel that these [-] assessment points are a bit too much."

Just now when the spiritual consciousness was detected, dozens of monks frantically flocked towards him.If there are a lot of these [-] assessment points, it means that no matter where Fang He goes, people will be thrilled.

"Of course there are a lot of test points." A voice came from the air.

Fang He and Shi Shuo's nerves immediately tensed up. They looked up towards the sky, and saw a roll of ink stained with a piece of white robe, splashing ink indulgently on it.When the person in mid-air slowly landed on the ground, the ink disappeared without a trace, and the clothes on his body were still as white as snow, as if everything just now was just an illusion.

Fang He and Shi Shuo looked at each other warily.The other party didn't seem to notice this, a slight smile rose from the corner of his mouth, he spoke slowly, and repeated the words on the beam of light just now.

As he spoke, he cast his eyes on Fang He and said, "If my guess is correct, this is Fellow Daoist Fang."

When he said this, Shi Shuo's breath tensed to the highest point, and the sharp sword force circulated around him. As long as Fang He gave an order, he would strike and attack the opponent.

The surrounding atmosphere is tense.Fang He didn't seem to notice anything, his eyes lightly fell on the opponent's body, and he looked up and down.After a while, he couldn't help but smile with satisfaction on his face.

He nodded and replied, "That's right, I'm Fang He, but..."

Fang He's voice raised slightly, and under the suspicious eyes of the other party, he said softly: "I think you have to call me by another name later."

"How about calling me Teacher Fang?"

Hearing this sentence, the cultivator's face was obviously a bit stunned, and the pen that was spinning in his hand suddenly stopped.

The smile on the corner of his mouth didn't decrease, but there was a proud look on his brows.He said, "Why?"

"You, a monk at the first level of Yuanying, really have the guts to say this. I am a disciple of the second-class sect, Yubi Sect, Lu Aotian. You are a monk from the small world, and I am afraid that you will not even be able to enter the third-class sect. , Just like that, you still want to teach me, you are really arrogant."

When he said this, he raised his sleeve robe slightly, and the Mohe that had disappeared into the air reappeared in front of everyone.The monstrous river directly submerged the surrounding trees and bushes.

Lu Aotian stood out of nowhere, the brush in his hand lightly stroked the turbulent river, the white hair brush was immediately stained with a layer of black.

He lightly raised the pen, using the heaven and the earth as paper, and drew a word of attack in the air.As soon as the word "gong" was written, it turned into a black dot and dissipated in the air.

The aura in the surrounding world changed its trajectory at this moment, and the spiritual power became violent at this moment, rushing towards Fang He in an overwhelming manner.

And all this is just the beginning, Lu Aotian's pen is still writing in the air, lines of words appear in the air, and then disappear again.

The moment he stopped writing, a huge puppet rose from the ground. He was tall and flew towards Fang He at an extremely fast speed.He seemed to have just awakened from the ancient battlefield, with an infinite and compelling fighting spirit.

Raising his hand slightly, a pitch-black knife appeared in his right hand.Holding a knife in both hands, the puppet slashed at Fang He fiercely at an extremely fast speed, and a huge bloody aura shot up into the sky, which directly attracted the attention of the people around.

"There seems to be movement there."

"Quick, let's go over and have a look!"

"What the hell is going on?"

Countless people rushed towards Fang He's direction, the ground shook and the mountains shook, and they saw a black giant puppet standing between the sky and the earth.

"What is this!" Everyone looked over in amazement, and behind the giant puppet stood an extremely proud figure.

"This isn't Lu Aoran from the Yubi Sect. I didn't expect him to be here! Who is he fighting against?"

"I don't know, judging by the cultivation of these two people, they should both come from the small world, but they just don't know how to get on with Lu Aotian."

"The cultivation level of Yuan Ying, this cultivation level, will still compete with Lu Aotian, could it be that he is that Fang He?"

"This makes sense. If it wasn't worth a hundred assessment points, Lu Aotian wouldn't be full and empty, and come to trouble people in the small world."

There was a lot of discussion.After their eyes stayed on Fang He for a moment, they involuntarily shifted their eyes to Shi Shuo.

The current battle, if it is a contest between Fang He and Lu Aotian, it is better to say it is a contest between the swordsman and Lu Aotian.

Fang He sat on the side the whole time, turning the Buddhist beads in his hand up and down, chanting words in his mouth, but other than that, he didn't react at all.

On the contrary, it was the swordsman who attacked extremely fiercely.Every time the sword moves across the air, a dazzling fire will flash.

The fire light suddenly appeared in the air in an astonishing manner, gushing out a strong heat, burning the ink on the giant puppet.

Although it seems that the swordsman is at a disadvantage at this moment, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this swordsman has good talent, maybe it is considered very good, and maybe after this battle, he can enter a high-ranking sect.

Of course, there is another prerequisite for this, that is, the swordsman can survive Lu Aotian.

However, Lu Aotian will not let him have this opportunity.

Everyone saw a smile on the corner of Lu Aotian's mouth, he gently raised his hand, and the pen in his hand began to shake again.The tip of the pen lightly touched the air, and before writing a stroke, it was interrupted by a voice.

"I have always wondered why your good handwriting can be so ugly?"

Fang He's voice immediately calmed down the surrounding noise.Everyone's eyes moved away from Lu Aotian at the same time, and fell on Fang He.

They didn't expect that at such a critical moment, Fang He said such a sentence directly!

He actually dared to say that Lu Aotian's handwriting was ugly.

What an insult to a cultivator who regards pen as his way and ink as immortal!

People can clearly see that the smile on the corner of Lu Aotian's mouth suddenly disappeared, his eyes fell on Fang He, and he smiled angrily:

"My handwriting is the closest to the copybooks of our sect. Every stroke and every stroke is full of God's will. You tell me now that my handwriting is ugly. What do you mean, the copybooks we have painstakingly studied are also ugly? Trash?"

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone held their breath.If Fang He complies with this sentence, then what he wants to challenge is not only the majesty of Lu Aotian alone, but also the majesty of a second-class sect!

When the second-class sect got angry, it laid down millions of corpses and bled for thousands of miles.

Everyone's hearts tightened, and they couldn't help but look at Fang He, waiting for the other party's answer.

But Fang He had no fear on his face.When he heard Lu Aotian's words, he lifted his eyelids, and his eyes fell lightly on Lu Aotian's body, with a little carelessness in his expression:

"Oh? Are all of your sects like this? Of course, your sects are all wrong."

Fang He fiddled with the hem of his clothes, he stood up from the ground, his eyes moved lightly, and fell on Shi Shuo.Without Lu Aotian's control, the giant puppet is no longer as flexible as before.At this moment, Shi Shuo also found its weakness.

The sword in Shi Shuo's hand became more and more violent, a fiery red light pierced the sky, and struck directly at the center of the giant puppet.The violent impact made everyone frown slightly, and the figure of the giant puppet shook in the air, but it still did not fall down.

Although Shi Shuo's attack was violent, in fact, the attack on the giant puppet was extremely limited.

However, at this moment, Fang He raised his eyes slightly, glanced to the side, with a little disdain and sarcasm in his expression, he said slowly:

"In fact, in my opinion, your word is like this giant puppet, and it is simply vulnerable."

Fang He gently raised his hand, and the Buddhist beads in his hand were thrown out. Among the many Buddhist beads, one was spinning at a high speed, emitting a dazzling light.However, when the string of Buddhist beads hit the giant puppet's body, there was no sound or sound.

The giant puppet was still standing there, as if nothing had happened.

"I thought something was going to happen, but it turned out that it was just a little bit of lip service."

"Did Tian Dao make a mistake? This Fang He doesn't look like he is worth a hundred assessment points."

"Hahaha who wouldn't say big words, I guess this is the first time that the Yubi Sect has been called ugly. If the disciples of their sect know about this, they will probably die of anger."

Everyone guessed and said, but at the next moment, a huge roar sounded in everyone's ears.People looked up in surprise, and saw that the body of the giant puppet turned into deep ink, hitting the ground, making an extremely heavy muffled sound.In front of the black ink all over the sky, there is Fang He's fair and calm face.

His eyes were raised slightly, falling on Lu Aotian's face, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said softly: "Amitabha, does the donor think that the poor monk is not right?"

The Buddha string is light and floating, without the slightest strength.But with just such a blow, the giant puppet was easily defeated.Lu Aotian's eyes were fixed, his eyes fell on Fang He's body, and he asked:

"Then I'm curious, you are so confident, how far can you teach me?"

He fixedly looked at Fang He, not missing every expression on his face.

Fang He raised his brows and eyes, with a bright and confident expression on his face, he said:

"How far have I taught you? No, from the beginning to the end, I never thought of teaching you alone. If I wanted to teach, I would naturally teach your sect, and tell your sect what it means to cultivate the Tao. "

Everyone was slightly startled, they didn't expect Fang He to say such frenzied words.This man has too much guts!Does he not know the meaning of the second-class sect in the third heaven?

The second-class sects, looking at the entire third heaven, among the hundreds of millions of sects, there are only a few thousand second-class sects, scattered in all directions of the third heaven.In short, a second-class sect is an existence that broke free from thousands of sects.The ability and heritage of such a sect is not as simple as it seems on the surface.

But now, at this time, a monk from a small world suddenly told the second-class sect that your way is wrong, and I will teach you how to cultivate your way.

How ridiculous this is.But now, this fact is presented naked in front of everyone!

Everyone's eyes were on Fang He at this moment, and the gust of wind seemed to have stopped at this moment.The monk's robe on Fang He's body fluttered in a tiny arc, and then slowly fell down.In this person, everyone can't appreciate the tolerance, humility and low-key of Buddhist cultivators at all, and what they have is only publicity and arrogance.

Fang He took a step forward, his eyes fell on Lu Aotian and said: "There are countless loopholes in your attack. According to the poor monk, if you don't finish the attack neatly, it may have a good effect. .”

attack word?

Lu Aotian glanced at the pen in his hand, with a disdainful smile on his face.He had just seen this monk speak so confidently, he thought he would have some good insights, but when he spoke now, he revealed his truth.

This attacking character is the most proud Taoist work of their Yubi School, especially the last stroke, which can communicate with the world and hide all the sharpness between the world and the earth. In this way, the word "attack" can be drawn to maximize its power.

This is the result of countless seniors of the Yubi Sect for thousands of years.

The corner of Lu Aotian's mouth raised a hint of coldness: "In this case, then I will use what Teacher Fang taught me and put it into practice." He tightened the pen in his hand slightly, and slowly wrote a "" "Gong", when he was writing the last stroke, he was about to drag out his strokes as usual to stir up the words between heaven and earth. At this moment, a mellow spiritual power hit him.

The spiritual force hit Lu Aotian's arm, Lu Aotian was caught off guard, as soon as he loosened his fingers, the writing brush fell from between his two fingers and fell to the ground.He raised his head subconsciously and looked at the character "Gong" on the sky, and saw that the character "Gong" was completely different from what he usually wrote.

Its closing strokes are crisp and neat, directly closing the last stroke into the entire character, locking the spiritual power of the word "gong", and it is impossible to interact with the surrounding spiritual power at all.

Lu Aotian only glanced at it lightly, then withdrew his gaze, judging from his experience, the word "attack" is probably useless.His eyes fell on Fang He's body in a funny way, and he said:

"It seems that the method you taught me is not very good. It has been so long, and there has been no movement." The word "attack" in their Royal Brush School will turn into an offensive, and it will definitely not be like the one just now." The word "attack" waits for two or three breaths.

Fang He glanced at Lu Aotian with a half-smile, raised his eyes slightly, and landed on the top of his head: "You have to know, sometimes some things are always late."

What do you mean?

Lu Aotian was startled, he raised his eyes and looked at the top of his head, and saw that the character "Gong" he wrote just now, the spiritual power on each stroke was surging rapidly and gathered together.At this moment, the surrounding spiritual energy was affected by the word "attack", and at this moment, it became agitated.

The spiritual energy collided with each other, tore in the air, and cracked one after another. The surrounding trees shook their branches violently, and the leaves and leaves swayed, making people's breathing heavy.

Tension spread invisibly, and with each stroke of the word "Gong" dissipated, people's sense of uneasiness expanded little by little.People licked their lips involuntarily. Even though their brains clearly knew that this attack was not aimed at them, their hands and legs were still trembling, as if they were about to run away in the next second.

"Amitabha." A vigorous voice seemed to come from the sky, and exploded in everyone's ears.People looked along the source of the sound, and their eyes were all focused on Fang He at this moment.

The expression on Fang He's face was neither sad nor happy, as if everything in front of him was within his expectations.He slowly opened his mouth and said to Lu Aotian: "The poor monk just changed one stroke, and the power of this attack is completely different."

"With the same modification, the poor monk can make more than ten different changes. Tell me, is the poor monk qualified to teach you, or to teach your sect?"

Lu Aotian didn't speak, his pupils shrank slightly, and his nerves tensed up completely at this moment.When the attacking word formed and disappeared, it was completely out of his control, and he could clearly feel its coercion.

too frightening.

Under the same input of spiritual power, the sense of crisis it brought to him was three or four times higher, and even made him aware that his life was in danger.

This monk, everything he said is true.He is really qualified to be able to teach him, no, to be able to teach them a whole sect!

The expression on Lu Aotian's face suddenly calmed down, his eyes fell on Fang He's body full of sincerity, he bowed slightly, and shouted softly towards Fang He:

"Teacher Fang."

As soon as this title was called out, the audience was in an uproar.People's gazes flickered on Lu Aotian's face.They didn't expect that Lu Aotian's change of words came so quickly, which caught them off guard.

Even Shi Shuo, who stood beside Fang He and drew his sword, raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw the scene in front of him.

I don't know if it's his illusion, but the scene in front of him looks very familiar.

Fang He responded softly, his eyes were peaceful, and there was no expression of joy on his face, as if it was just a rare and common thing for a low-level Tianjiao disciple of a second-class sect to recognize him as a teacher.

He glanced at Lu Aotian and said: "We still have a set of procedures to follow. After completing this set of procedures, it's not too late for you to call me a teacher. Now let's find Li Wansheng first."

Lu Aotian nodded with a half understanding.In his opinion, what Fang He said should be serving tea and kowtowing to Master.This kind of change of sect is not uncommon in the third heaven.In fact, if he could, he would even want everyone in his sect to call Fang He Teacher Fang.

There is no other reason, everything he taught is the essence of their path, which can make them avoid going astray.In this way, there is nothing wrong with calling the teacher.

Thinking of this, Lu Aotian said to Fang He with a serious face: "Teacher Fang, why don't I call you Master?"

Fang He: "...Why?" Is he that old?

Lu Aotian replied solemnly: "In this way, my master can also become your apprentice!" After saying this, he nodded his head with absolute certainty.

Onlookers:  …

If they remember correctly, Lu Aotian's master is the suzerain of Yubi Sect.All the suzerains of the Yubi Sect have become Fang He's apprentices. Doesn't that mean that the entire sect has become Fang He's apprentices.

The whole sect is an apprentice!

The suzerain of the Yubi Sect has found a good apprentice for himself, and he can still remember him at this moment and help him build a good relationship.

It is really a great kindness and great virtue, which makes people unforgettable.