bloodnovel Chapter 206 Kiss
Chapter 206 Kiss
There was silence on the fifth floor of the Sutra Pavilion.
Fang Yang, holding the Wenshan pen in hand, was calm and calm.
But when Sen Hui saw this scene, her eyebrows raised slightly: "What, what is going on?"
A spiritual creature would actually appear on its own, and then throw itself into Fang Yang's arms?
If she hadn't learned that Fang Yang had never reached the fifth floor of the Sutra Pavilion, Sen Hui would have suspected that this was the spiritual object left behind by Fang Yang.
"This pen is called Wenshan Pen. To activate it, you need literary spirit." Fang Yang smiled calmly.
He handed the Wenshan pen to Sen Hui for inspection.
Afterwards, he leaned over and picked up a jade scroll called "Leishan Jue", and looked at it calmly.
It was as if Wenshanbi had never appeared in front of him. His whole person seemed quiet, peaceful, and otherworldly.
However, the appearance of Wenshan Bi not only attracted the attention of Sen Hui, but also the attention of Sen Wei, Sen Yue and Fanliu Saint who were secretly there.
They all came over to look at Fang Yang and Sen Hui from a distance.
Senwei: "I didn't expect that there would be spiritual beings hiding in the Sutra Pavilion. This is beyond my expectation."
Saint Fanliu stared at the Wenshan pen in Sen Hui's hand, with a complicated expression in his eyes.
She sighed softly and told some secret things that no one knew.
"This pen is called Wenshan Pen. Although it has been reduced to a fourth-order instrument due to the passage of time, its foundation is a fifth-order instrument."
"If the opportunity is right, Wenshan Brush will rise to the level of fifth-level elemental weapon, and it is not impossible for it to transform into a holy weapon..."
It turns out that this Wenshan pen was once refined and used by Father Mori.
It accompanied Mori's father through the period of ordinary cultivators, and was tainted with a trace of the invisible meaning of the Great Sage.
After Sen's father became a saint, he gave this treasure to his sister Sen Yuanyuan.
However, due to a series of accidents, Sen Yuanyuan suffered irreparable injuries.
Before she passed away, Sen Yuanyuan specifically asked Fang Nian to return this treasure to Sen's father.
Sen's father saw things and thought about emotions, and did not want to see this treasure more, so he finally placed the treasure in the Sutra Collection Pavilion and left it to the destined person...
"After going round and round, I never expected that Wenshan Bi would appear in front of Fang Yang and Xiao Hui."
The willow saint's eyes dimmed: "There are similar theories about flowers in the world. Is it possible that this is another reincarnation?"
Senyue 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 is blessed with great luck, and his temperament is worthy of Sen Yuegao's glance.
In other words, Fang Yang does have a chance to follow the path of Kunpeng, and may even become a great sage!
But compared to his sister Mori Hui, Mori Yue is confident that he can suppress his peers without the unparalleled offensive power of the Master.
"Yes, there are no similar flowers." Sen Wei narrowed her eyes and smiled, looking at Fang Yang and Sen Hui from a distance.
…
Seven days later.
The Thunder Festival, the new year, is coming in five days.
Under such circumstances, Fang Yang prepared to bid farewell to Sen Hui and return to Fang's station.
After all, no matter what, he, Fang Yang, was a strong-willed man, not a son-in-law named Sen.
Of course, perhaps to outsiders, the way he clings to Mori Hui is similar to that of a son-in-law named Mori.
But he always knew clearly that he could temporarily live in the Yimu Cangshu of Senhui, but he would eventually go to the sky and ask for immortality.
"Rumble..."
On a dark rainy night, it was hard to see my fingers.
In the sky, heavy rain poured down like a vast ocean.
From time to time there are sudden hurricanes, lightning and thunder, as if the heaven and earth are naturally declaring their power to the people.
At this moment, Fang Yang was standing in front of the hut, holding an oil-paper umbrella.
And in front of him was Sen Hui.
"Ayang, why don't you go back before the rain stops?" Sen Hui looked worried.
Fang Yang smiled slightly: "Second uncle is waiting for me outside, it doesn't matter."
Hearing this, Mori Animation bit her red lips lightly.
But she knew very well that basically nothing Fang Yang decided would change.
After a moment, she took a deep breath and asked Fang Yang to lean over.
Suddenly, she stood up on her tiptoes and kissed Fang Yang's cheek like a dragonfly touching water.
But the bright and beautiful blush on her face said that what just happened was not an illusion.
At this moment, Fang Yang looked at her long autumn eyes and saw full of determination, without any intention of shrinking.
Seeing this, Fang Yang's heart strings trembled, causing Chengming's inner lake to set off huge waves, rolling over and over again.
…
After one day and one night.
Accompanied by Uncle Fang, Fang Yang returned to Fang's residence safely.
As soon as he appeared, all the old men from the Virtue clan came to greet him, fearing that something might happen to him.
Just because now he has already become a Qilin'er of the Fang family.
The clan elders also know that it is normal for him to have bumps and bumps in his growth, but they do not want him to have any accidents after all.
"Um?"
"Ayang has changed so much."
"Indeed, it is like the transformation of streams and oceans..."
When they felt that the aura emanating from Fang Yang's body was becoming more reserved and sharp, they couldn't help but be surprised.
While they were happy, they were also a little surprised.
But fortunately, Fang Yang broke their suspicion with his performance.
In the ancestral hall of the Fang family, the sacred tablet hangs high.
The leader of the Virtue clan said softly: "Ayang, we old guys have already dealt with Fang Xili and others for you..."
Listening to the words of the elder of the Virtue 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 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.