Chapter 204 Wenshan Pen

The Sen Family Sutra Pavilion has nine floors.

To reach different floors, in addition to the corresponding authority and 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, a group of Sen family disciples looked up silently.

"Don't worry, just take your time."

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

It's just that every time you take a step up, you will feel more and more pressure, as if there is an ancient mountain pressing down.

And these special barriers or checkpoints are to prevent the children of the Sen family from being too high-minded, and warn them that they must be down-to-earth in life and work.

After all, if you are not talented enough, then even if you are given a true teaching from a venerable, you will not be able to comprehend anything, but will become the food for others' growth.

"Let's go." Fang Yang's face was calm.

He waved the sleeves of his Taoist robe lightly, climbed the ladder directly, and walked like a dragon and a tiger.

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

The strange thing is that this heavy force seems to depend on his cultivation.

Because before, he found that those second- and third-level Sen cultivators could calmly walk across this long staircase.

"First contact often leads to a small loss. I wonder if Fang Yang will be embarrassed?"

Many Sen boys had flashing eyes.

Sen Hui is the pearl of their Sen family. It is impossible for them to say that they have no objection to letting Fang Yang take it away so easily.

But Fang Yang is really too good. Not only is he recognized by the elders, but he is also favored by a group of ancestors.

Such things make it possible for them to see Fang Yang embarrassed.

Gradually, their faces became happy and excited, with an almost morbid distortion.

But...

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

Lotuses bloomed under his feet, and purple-red light flowed on his robe, reflecting the steps, shining brightly.

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

Like a carp eagle, and also like Kunpeng!

"Hiss~"

"This is too easy."

"I have heard that Fang Yang is like a banished immortal, extraordinary and otherworldly. Today I see that it is true."

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

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

Fang Yang not only did not embarrass himself, but instead demonstrated his divine power.

Such a scene is beyond the imagination of many people.

It's not that they didn't think that Fang Yang would 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 ripples appeared in her autumn eyes.

Seeing Fang Yang's confident and calm demeanor again, Sen Hui smiled.

The reason why she paid attention to Fang Yang was that she found that Fang Yang had a special magic power, which was very weak, but similar to her sister Sen Wei.

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

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

…

The second floor, the third floor, the fourth floor, the fifth floor.

Accompanied by Sen Hui, Fang Yang quietly studied in the Sen Family 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 any impatience, gradually, more and more people were convinced by him.

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

Compared with them, Fang Yang is much stronger.

But Fang Yang really suppressed his temper, was not impatient, and naturally increased his knowledge and experience.

Not to mention them, even Sen Wei and Sen Yue were more and more satisfied with Fang Yang.

He retracted his fist in order to punch out better.

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

"Life is limited, but knowledge is unlimited. If you follow the unlimited with the limited, you will be in danger..."

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

The Sen Family Sutra Pavilion is too big, too big.

It contains all the secrets and true teachings of various schools.

It is simply impossible to study them all, at least, it is impossible without a hundred years.

And this hundred years is still taking into account the estimate that Fang Yang can use various spells to assist his study.

Therefore, Fang Yang did not covet more and more, and did not want to catch all the books here.

The books and true scriptures he chose to study are basically in this area: Fire Dao School, Thunder Dao School, Destruction and Creation, Yin and Yang Rotation, Tai Chi, etc.

If it weren't for Sen Hui's supervision, he might not have touched upon the books on medicine and medicine.

After studying these books, he actually had a more elegant and indifferent air.

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

"Ayang."

Sen Hui blinked her long eyes and hesitated, "Why do I feel like you are a bit like my brother?"

Fang Yang heard the words, and his robe swayed slightly. In an instant, a water mirror appeared in front of him.

In the water mirror, Fang Yang was tall and slender, with a handsome face and eyes as quiet as an ancient pond.

At this moment, he was wearing a black and white Taoist robe, with his hands behind his back, exuding a pure and indifferent aura, like an immortal.

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

It turned out that he was the same kind of person as Sen Yue...

After a moment, Fang Yang withdrew his extra 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 have to think too much."

"Is that so?" Sen Hui was a little uncertain.

It was just because Fang Yang just now made her feel a little afraid, just like she was afraid of her sister Sen Wei and brother Sen Yue.

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

Visibly, the hesitation in Sen Hui's eyes quickly faded.

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

At this moment, the void in front of him rippled slightly like water waves, and there were strands of pure white literary energy coming out, condensing into clouds.

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

Under the gaze of the two, the cloud dispersed, revealing its true appearance, a brush shining with white light.

[Wenshan Pen]

Fang Yang was blessed and stretched out his other hand to quietly take it.

In an instant, a stream of information flowed through his mind.

Wenshan Pen, a special fourth-level elemental instrument, contains abundant literary energy. Holding it and writing with it can slightly stimulate the power of heaven and earth.

What's more peculiar is that if you use this pen to dip in the blood of a certain fierce beast and write and draw, you can draw the divine form of this beast, so that the holder can also experience the mystery of the painting school.

Tietie, I like to tell the truth, sob...