Chapter 205 Kiss

There was silence on the fifth floor of the Sutra Library.

Fang Yang was calm and composed holding the Wenshan Pen.

But when Sen Hui saw this, her eyebrows slightly raised: "What's going on?"

How could a spiritual object appear on its own and throw itself into Fang Yang's arms?

If she hadn't known that Fang Yang had never reached the fifth floor of the Sutra Library, Sen Hui would have suspected that this was a spiritual object left by Fang Yang.

"This pen is called the Wenshan Pen. To activate it, you need literary energy." Fang Yang smiled indifferently.

He handed the Wenshan Pen to Sen Hui and asked her to check it.

Afterwards, he leaned over and picked up a jade scroll of the Dharma Gate named "Thunder Mountain Secret" and looked at it calmly.

It was as if the Wenshan Pen had never appeared in front of him. He looked calm and peaceful, extraordinary and otherworldly.

However, the appearance of the Wenshan Pen not only attracted Sen Hui's attention, but also attracted the attention of Sen Wei, Sen Yue and Saint Fan Liu in the dark.

They all looked over at the same time, looking at Fang Yang and Sen Hui from afar.

Sen Wei: "I didn't expect that there would be a spiritual object hidden in the Sutra Library. This is beyond my expectation."

Saint Fan Liu looked at the Wenshan Pen in Sen Hui's hand, with a complex look in his eyes.

She sighed softly and said some unknown secrets.

"This pen is called Wenshan Pen. Although it has regressed to the fourth-level Yuanqi due to the passage of time, its foundation is the fifth-level Yuanqi."

"If the opportunity is good, Wenshan Pen will rise to the level of the fifth-level Yuanqi, and it is not impossible for it to transform into a holy weapon..."

It turned out that this Wenshan Pen was once refined and used by Sen's father.

It accompanied Sen's father through the period of ordinary cultivators and was stained with a trace of the invisible Great Saint Dao.

When Sen's father became a saint, he gave this treasure to his sister Sen Yuanyuan.

However, due to a series of accidents, Sen Yuanyuan was incurably injured.

Before his death, Sen Yuanyuan specifically asked Fang Nian to return this treasure to Sen's father.

Sen's father was reminded of his feelings when he saw the treasure, and he didn't want to see it for too long. In the end, he placed the treasure in the Sutra Library, leaving it to the destined person...

"After many twists and turns, I didn't expect that Wenshan Pen would appear in front of Fang Yang and Xiao Hui."

The eyes of Saint Fan Liu were dim: "There is a saying that there are similar flowers in the world. Could it be that this is another reincarnation?"

Sen Yue waved the sleeves of his Taoist robe and said firmly: "There is no reincarnation, and the tragedy will not happen again!"

In fact, to some extent, Fang Yang has great luck, and his temperament is also worthy of Sen Yue's high regard.

In other words, Fang Yang does have the opportunity to walk the Kunpeng Road, and even has the hope of becoming a great saint!

But compared with his sister Sen Hui, Sen Yue is confident that he does not need the unparalleled attacking power of the Venerable True Transmission to suppress his peers.

"Yes, there are no similar flowers." Sen Wei narrowed her eyes and smiled lightly, looking at Fang Yang and Sen Hui from a distance.

…

Seven days later.

The Imperial Thunder Festival, that is, the new year, is five days away.

Under such circumstances, Fang Yang is ready to bid farewell to Sen Hui and return to the Fang family residence.

After all, no matter what, he Fang Yang is a man of steel, not a son-in-law of the Sen family.

Of course, perhaps in the eyes of outsiders, the way he depends on Sen Hui is similar to the son-in-law of the Sen family.

But he always knows clearly that he can live on Sen Hui, the Yimu Cang tree, for a short time, but he will eventually go to the sky and ask for immortality.

"Boom..."

In the dark rainy night, it is difficult to see the five fingers.

In the sky, heavy rain is pouring down like an ocean.

From time to time, hurricanes suddenly rise, lightning and thunder, as if the heaven and earth are announcing their great power to the people.

At this moment, Fang Yang is holding an oil-paper umbrella and standing in front of the hut.

And in front of him is Sen Hui.

"Ayang, why don't you wait until the rain stops before you go back?" Sen Hui looked worried.

Fang Yang smiled lightly: "Second Uncle is waiting for me outside, it's okay."

Hearing this, Sen Hui bit her red lips lightly.

But she knew very well that Fang Yang's decisions would basically not change.

After a moment, she took a deep breath and let Fang Yang lean over.

Suddenly, she tiptoed and kissed Fang Yang's cheek like a dragonfly touching the water, and they separated immediately.

But the bright and beautiful blush on her face was saying that what happened just now was not an illusion.

At this moment, Fang Yang looked into her autumn eyes and saw only full of determination, without any intention of retreating.

Seeing this, Fang Yang's heartstrings trembled, causing the clear heart lake to set off huge waves and roll.

...

One day and one night later.

Accompanied by Uncle Fang, Fang Yang returned safely to the Fang family residence.

As soon as he appeared, the elders of the Dezhi clan and other old men came to greet him, fearing that something might happen to him.

It was because he had already become the son of the Fang family.

The elders knew that it was normal for him to have some bumps and bruises on his way to growth, but they didn't want him to have any accidents.

"Hmm?"

"Ayang has changed a lot."

"Indeed, it's like the transformation of streams and oceans..."

When they sensed that the breath emanating from Fang Yang was becoming more restrained and sharp, they were shocked.

They were happy, but also a little suspicious.

But fortunately, Fang Yang broke their suspicion with his performance.

In the Fang family ancestral hall, the tablets of the gods were hung high.

The elder of the Dezhi clan said softly: "Ayang, we old guys have dealt with Fang Xili and others for you..."

Listening to the words of the elder of the Dezhi clan, Fang Yang nodded from time to time.

He knew that Fang Xili had been sent to the dilapidated place of Qingshitangkou to watch fish.

In addition, other people were also dealt with to varying degrees.

Moreover, because of various reasons, Fang Xili and others spit out various benefits, which made the scale of Fang Yang's restaurant and winery expand a lot.

Of course, these things were not what Fang Yang wanted particularly.

He just wanted to see how much support the elders of the De tribe would give him.

Now it looks very good!

This group of elders really regarded him as a man of great responsibility.

In this way, his White Feather Eagle Bronze Tribe can also embark on a fast track.

Night.

Stars are shining.

Fang Yang returned to his hut, closed the door, and began to practice in seclusion.

"Hua La La..."

After returning here, he can finally activate the [Mysterious Realm].

At this moment, he used the secret method of the Mysterious Realm to consume the accumulation crazily and consumed all the scriptures in one fell swoop.

He first transformed the Thunder Method, then the Wings of Thunder and Fire, and then the Little Whale Swallowing Technique.

During this process, phantoms and residual images appeared frequently, shining in all directions.

Such a scene not only surprised Fang Min and Fang Haozhi, but also stunned the second uncle and the elders of the Dezhi clan.

As for the younger generations such as Fang Xuan and Fang Lanxi, they felt like they were listening to the Book of Heaven, as if in a dream.

Exaggerated, too exaggerated.

Could it be that this is the difference between ordinary people and the proud children of heaven?

This gap is too big!

"I am not dreaming..."

I don't know who said this.

After that, everyone stared at Fang Yang's hut silently, with a numb face.