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

Fang He was wearing a gray robe, his fair face was buried in the wide collar, and he blinked and looked at the surrounding streets.

The street was deserted, and no one could be seen.Even the waiter in the restaurant not far ahead was lazily leaning on the railing on the second floor, looking at the gate of the city from top to bottom.Row after row of soldiers were already standing at the gate of the city, and even the formations engraved on the city wall lit up.The pale golden light shines on this world, reflecting the surrounding world brightly.

In three hours, it was time for the day of inheritance to open.

The closer the time is, the more people will be active on the street.There was a state of confrontation between the monks and the city people, and the atmosphere on the street was tense.Fang He and the handyman next door pulled down the store door and followed the crowd towards the gate of the city.

They came early and were close, but they were not the first to arrive.Fang He walked on the periphery, and he could see a few people more or less standing near the city wall.Even the waiter from the shop that I saw before was one step ahead of them and arrived here first.

Fang He and the handyman were dressed plainly, and the cuffs of their shirts were even stained with a layer of soot from a day's work, making them look particularly inconspicuous.No one noticed him, and Fang He was at ease, his eyes staring at the sky above his head without blinking.

The sky was getting dark, and when the blood-red moon appeared for a minute, the city wall made a rumbling sound.Fang Hexun looked over, and saw that the two sides of the city wall began to sink to the bottom, and the middle was pulled up, forming a convex stepped shape.

Fang He's pupils shrank, and there was a soldier standing on each step.The strength of soldiers is arranged in order from low to high, and the higher the level, the higher the level.He counted roughly and found that there were not too many soldiers standing on it, exactly 99 soldiers.

When the stairs first appeared, countless figures flew up the steps from the ground, and the steps automatically raised a barrier to block the attacks of the surrounding people.The higher you go, the fewer people attack the soldiers.

But, in fact, none of the truly powerful people made a move.

Fang He glanced at the waiter who was hiding in the crowd, then at the bloody people around him, and stayed silently in the corner.

After the soldiers on the steps are knocked down or the challenger is kicked out, the barriers on the steps will be automatically lifted, and the next challenger will come forward.It's just that when soldiers and challengers fight, there is still weight, but the competition between challengers and challengers is not necessarily the case.

Especially between cultivators and city dwellers.

The steps made of the gray-black city wall are covered with crimson blood stains, and there are traces of fighting all over them.Looking up, the lower steps are basically full of people, and there will be no change in a short time, but the top three steps are empty, and the soldiers are still standing there with a strong breath. No one doubts that the three steps The strength of soldiers.

it's time.

Fang He raised his eyes and saw the waiter from the shop walking out of the crowd.The clothes on his body had been changed a long time ago, and the blue robe was extremely elegant. He held a folding fan in his hand and fanned it subconsciously, and saw a river descending from the nine heavens.

The river is clear, and there are swimming fish running around in the middle, jumping over and splashing water, which reminds people of the five words koi leaping over the dragon gate for no reason.Occasionally, a few drops of water jumped onto the hem of his clothes, but they didn't get wet. Instead, they slid down the fabric and dripped gently into the water.

There was a "tick", like water drops falling on a jade plate.

He raised his footsteps like this, and walked up step by step. Occasionally, when he lowered his head, his eyebrows and eyes were clear.This stunned the handyman standing next to Fang He. He asked in a rough voice, somewhat in disbelief: "This is Xiao Wen, no way!"

Wen Shuoran is the name of the waiter in the shop, but when people go to restaurants, those who are unfamiliar will call him Xiaoer, while those who are more familiar will call him Xiaowen.

Fang He responded positively to the handyman: "It is indeed him."

Compared to his usual smiling face, although Wen Shuoran looks warm at the moment, when he looks at you, you will find that his eyes are extraordinarily cold.When he walked in mid-air like this, two or three more people from the crowd appeared in the air.

It is a person who cultivates blood.The way they came up was not as poetic and picturesque as Wen Shuoran's, on the contrary they opened and closed, extremely rough.They didn't rush to the highest steps immediately, but directly approached Wen Shuoran in a surrounding posture.

The thick blood energy dissipated into mist, but before forming a cycle, it was interrupted by Wen Shuoran.

The clear water was like a ribbon, tearing through the thick fog forcefully, and the fish and shrimp jumped out of the water, but at this moment they were already extremely aggressive, and they lined up to attack the three people.

Very orderly.

And Wen Shuoran didn't even look at the three of them, and headed up again.The hem of his clothes raised an arc, and he walked to the first step in front of everyone.However, not long after standing on the steps, before the soldier even had time to make a move, Wen Shuoran's aura caused Wen Shuoran to make a wrong step and land on the second step.

His eyes fell on the first step, his eyes were full of unwillingness.

Fang He admired his eyes quite a bit, as if a raging fire had ignited in a clear spring, stunning and with the tenacity to burn everything.Without saying a word, he sprinted towards the first step again and again in front of everyone.

Fang He noticed that his robe was not as neat as before, and was stained with dust.But Wen Shuoran didn't seem to care at all, and sprinted towards a goal.

With such a fighting spirit, even the handyman standing next to Fang He couldn't stand it. He couldn't help but look away, and said to Fang He: "Is he worth it? I think second place is pretty good." .”

Anyway, no one is number one, to some extent, he is No.1.

Fang He glanced at Wen Shuoran, and suddenly laughed: "Because people like them always want to do their best."

Looking forward, unwilling to stop.

It fit Fang He's eyes.It's just how to go up the first step, Fang He thought, closing his eyes and recalling the appearance of the city wall just erected.Although he is a fake array mage, but in order to pretend to be a little bit, he has read a lot of books.

Still understand some basic concepts.He discovered that the profession of a formation mage is a bit like the mathematics of the earth. After calculating the relationship between the lines, he can get the correct and unique answer.

After becoming a cultivator, his memory improved a lot, and he quickly recalled the appearance of that formation.Fang He sat on the ground, picked up a branch from the side, and directly calculated on the ground.He replaced some elements in the formation with Arabic numerals, so that the calculation will be more convenient and accurate.

The handyman next to him also squatted down, staring at what Fang He had written on the ground, and asked in a daze, "Xiao Fang, what are you writing!"

Fang He gestured to him, his calculation had reached the most critical moment.He neatly drew the equal sign, and then wrote a value beside it.After doing all this, he checked the calculation again and found that there was no mistake.

very perfect.

He got up, scratched the ground with his shoes, erased the numbers and other things on it, and then looked up to the top.While he was thinking, Wen Shuoran still didn't give up.The corners of his mouth had already overflowed with blood due to the high pressure.

The people below are not optimistic about Wen Shuoran, especially the people in the city.They booed and sighed at Wen Shuoran one after another, and occasionally some people used their blood to influence each other.They wished Wen Shuoran could fall from the second step.

Fang He glanced at the sky, and there was not much time left for him.He took out the Deng Xianyun that Tao Lele gave him from the storage bag and sat there cross-legged, looked around, and felt that something was missing.After thinking for a while, he took out another wine jug and a wine glass, poured out the wine from the mouth of the jug, and poured it to the mouth of the glass.The Dengxian cloud under him flew up unsteadily, and finally rose higher and higher, attracting everyone's attention.

The handyman only raised his head when he heard the discussions from the people around him.He squinted his eyes and finally saw the person sitting on the beautiful cloud.His eyes were stunned, he pointed at the figure on the clouds, and said in a low voice, "Isn't this Xiao Fang?"

Soon, someone also recognized Fang He, and shouted loudly: "Isn't that Xiao Fang's clerk from the crafting shop? What is he doing up there?"

"Yes, yes."

"Could it be that he wants to challenge and get the inheritance?"

Hearing this sentence, there were a few laughs from the crowd.They didn't believe at all that how could a person who had no sense of presence in the store on weekdays and who had extremely weak blood power be able to climb this level.

Fang He really didn't want to climb the steps, he didn't even have the desire to get an inheritance.He adjusted Deng Xianyun to the same height as Wen Shuoran, and didn't speak, just looked at him while drinking.

Every time Wen Shuoran was forced to jump down from the first step, Fang He always laughed, and then clapped happily, pouring himself a glass of fine wine, and the aroma of the wine floated and swayed in the air.Everyone didn't expect that Fang He went up to do this. This is a bit wicked, but it seems inexplicably cool?

"Hahahahahaha, it really is Xiaofang, it's too detrimental to do such a thing."

"Yes, yes, seeing that Wen Shuoran's expression, I'm probably going to die of anger."

"Is there still wine in the restaurant, hurry up and buy a pot, I will do the same!"

In the eyes of the people below, Fang He cultivated blood qi, and at night, although the red mist around him was not obvious, it was still there.

Hearing the laughter from the bottom, Wen Shuoran stopped and finally stopped climbing up.He turned his head, looked at Fang He, and without saying a word, a stream of water came from the sky and rushed towards Fang He. Judging by this posture, it seemed that Fang He was about to be rushed down from the sky.

Fang He put down his wine glass heavily, and when the water was about to rush towards his face, he suddenly smiled and said:

"You don't want to know how to get up the first step?"

The first step landed far away in the sky, the clouds were vague and unreal, and Fang He's voice was ethereal, as if he was daydreaming.