When Fang Cun and his group arrived at Qingjiang City, they saw that Qingjiang City was already very lively.

The six sects of Qingjiang have all arrived in Qingjiang City.

Because all the sects knew that the matter of capturing ghost officials and governing the Lingjing was so big that they could not hide most of their people in the sect, but condemned them and participated. However, it was already here, and it was meaningless to go to Lingwu Sect again. So they simply went directly to Qingjiang City to wait. This included the stingy sect leader of the Mu Jian Sect and the three elders in the sect.

Some of the great figures in the seven clans, such as the patriarchs of at least the four clans, or some old masters who have never appeared in public, but have unexpectedly high seniority and cultivation, have also come here, adding some undercurrents to the place.

However, they came over, either low-key or obscure, and because Mr. Fan had a rule that he would not allow Qi Refiners to use magic tricks and disturb the people at this critical moment, no one was willing to anger Mr. Fan. Therefore, everyone came over and just sneaked into the city and then chose some good places to stay, which did not cause too much waves.

Only when Mr. Fang came over, he attracted countless eyes.

Because compared with those great Qi Refiners with high cultivation and extraordinary status, Mr. Fang Er seemed very high-profile.

Not only did he not enter the city with a low profile, he even drove the Dharma boat into the air in Qingjiang City.

The darkness was as thick as the clouds, directly pressing on the heads of the people.

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"My God, who is so arrogant?"

"Bold, can you regard the rules of Qingjiang City as if nothing is possible?"

First, the gods guarding the city, the palm orders, etc., were shocked when they saw this huge Dharma boat coming from the sky, and subconsciously they wanted to come forward to ask. However, many people just had a moment of thought and saw the familiar Dharma boat. They even saw the white-robed young man standing on the head of the boat. They were stunned and quietly retreated... After the tongue-pulling incident, they were all very eye-catching!

"What a majestic boat..."

"What a handsome young man..."

"No, didn't Mr. Fan not let Fazhou enter the city before?"

The people of Qingjiang City were also alarmed by the scene of the Dharma Boat entering the city. They first subconsciously exclaimed, and such a big guy flew in the air and would not fall. Then they woke up and asked who the young master on the head of the boat was.

When he knew that the second son Fang, who was now in the city, was now in the main story of the city, there were countless people who suddenly showed a sudden enlightenment. Although most of the affairs of the Shoushan Sect were brought by two elders, so in front of the people, Mr. Fang's reputation in Qingjiang City was not so loud, but the recent rumors still made him famous for a while.

First, he practiced five sects, including leaving characters on the stone wall, and breaking flowers into swords, etc., which had been circulated in the streets and alleys.

Secondly, Mr. Fan was the county magistrate and bowed his head to ask Mr. Fang to come out of the Dragon Stone to save the Spirit Well, which had already spread.

Especially the latter, under the intentional push of some people, has long been spread throughout the city.

"Mr. Fan and others have not returned to the city yet. Unexpectedly, Mr. Fang has arrived and has driven such a big boat..."

"Isn't it all there... Dragon Zi?"

"Bah, that's called Long Stone, not Long Stone... I heard from Lao Wang next door that this thing is used to fill wells. As long as the well is full, everyone will have a good life... Don't ask me what good life I have, it is said that the well water can cure diseases..."

"Yes, yes, I also heard from the cooked cakes that the well is filled, and you can fill your stomach by drinking spring water. You can directly pour the mountain spring water back and leave it in the kitchen for a day. What do you think? If you want to drink Wujiapi, it tastes Wujiapi. If you want to drink Zhuyeqing, it tastes like Zhuyeqing... Alas, Mr. Fan is really worried about our Qingjiang people..."

"This second young master Fang is not bad either. Mr. Fan asked him to use the treasure to fill the well, so he really brought it over. And it came so early, earlier than the people of the Seventh clan, which means he is a sensible person. But he doesn't know how many treasures he has brought!"

"Hehe, what a bullshit! If he is really a good person, then do you still need Mr. Fan to beg him? You shouldn't have known that our Qingjiang City needs this thing, so you took the initiative to hand it over? Alas, I just feel sorry for Mr. Fan. Such an old saint, for the sake of our Qingjiang people, went to ask for help from the rich, and was admirable..."

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“…”

While the entire Qingjiang City was already talking, the square crow on the Dharma Boat was sweeping across the city.

At the end, his eyes fell on the city, a seven-story building called Xiyun Tower.

This world is mostly made of wooden buildings, and it is exquisitely built, but the floors are never high.

The seven-story building has risen from the ground, almost overlooking the whole city.

“This place is good…”

Fangcun took a fancy to him, turned back to the cabin, and said to the little fox beside him: "Go and clean up!"

"yes!"

The little fox agreed honestly, jumped out of the air, squatted on a square of the clouds, and landed on the top of the seven-story building for the first time. The small building was as wide as a tower, wide as above, and the uppermost floor was only ten feet square, with some exquisite wooden cushions placed everywhere, which was a place to drink and enjoy the scenery. At this time, some rich masters were sitting, and there were several singers beside them.

"Young Master wants to use this place, you can go to another place to drink first!"

The little fox glanced at the people upstairs and said to them in a low voice.

"Yo...fox..."

“Can speak…”

"I'm not old, I'm not bad..."

When Fushen and others on the upper floor saw the little fox, their eyes couldn't help but straighten slightly, and they all subconsciously praised them.

But the little fox is too unthreatening, and no one moves for a moment.

The little fox looked around and carefully came to the rich gentry in front of the head, and picked up an inkstone on his desk. Because the building was elegant, there were pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the desk. The head was the man who drank happily. When poetry was in full swing, he could write ink at any time. The little fox was like serving them to write, and he raised the inkstone with both hands.

Then……

"Bang"

The inkstone was crushed by the little fox's two little claws, and her two round eyes looked at the master.

"Go down!"

The rich gentry on this floor stayed for a while, and suddenly they were so shocked that they urinated and ran away in a stuttering and slamming.

Then the little fox cleaned up the broken wine in the building, and quickly put everything in one place. Then he poured it out of the window with a "whistle" sound, looked back at the clean building, and nodded with satisfaction.

"What is Mr. Fang going to do?"

In the boat cabin at this time, Meng Zhixue, He Zhenzhang and others all looked at Fangcun in surprise.

They didn't know what Fangcun came to Qingjiang City early at this time and asked the little fox to clean up the small building.

It was also at this time that many of the Qi Refiners who had arrived around the building had arrived early, but did not show up in advance. No matter their status or status, they were just watching from afar. They didn't know what the second young master Fang sold, so they didn't rush to come and inquire. The situation was settled, and the cultivators knew it in their minds and did not want to interact with the Fang family too deeply...

"sermon……"

Fang Cun replied, and then he felt that it was not suitable. Now he was just a cultivation level of Ningguang Realm. If he said something shamelessly, it would be a bit embarrassing. Then he explained without a trace: "I just broke through Ningguang Realm, but I have some understanding. I went to study the first and second place, and I also hope that I can gain some benefits with all my classmates and friends..."

He said as he glanced over He Zhenzhang, Meng Qing'er, Yu Qingli, Meng Zhixue and others, and said with a smile:

"Of course, it's okay if someone comes to listen!"

When everyone heard this, they looked different, but they all seemed a little serious, and they followed him and fell from the Dharma boat.

After hearing Fang Cun's words, He Zhenzhang came to the air at the right time and shouted in a deep voice: "Young Master Fang preached and explained the scriptures in Xiyuntai today. Those who are interested can come to study... Don't worry, it's free..."

Fangcun looked back at He Zhenzhang, thinking why he had to add the next six words...

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He didn't care about other people's eyes, so he just came to the building and sat in front of the innermost small case. He Zhenzhang, Meng Zhixue, Yu Qingli, Meng Qing'er and others also sat down and said with a smile: "I have heard that fellow Taoists of the Immortal Sect often hold fairy meetings, talk about scriptures and Taoisms, and participate in research. This is a matter of elegant things. But we are all rolling in the world, and there is little such a wind, but now we are here early and there is nothing else. We just happened to catch some kung fu and take the opportunity of breaking the realm to talk to you classmates..."

As he said that, he looked at Meng Zhixue and said, "Junior Sister Meng, when you were in Liuhu City, you were a famous genius of cultivation, far beyond your peers. Your practice has improved rapidly and your foundation is so thick that it is difficult to find in the world. But why, with your foundation, after entering the Nine Immortal Sect, suddenly encountered a bottleneck? Not only until now, there is no sign of breaking the realm of condensed light, but even the foundation is a little messed up?"

Meng Zhixue was a little confused and looked up at Fang Cun. Didn’t this be what he asked before?

Fang Cun looked at He Zhenzhang and Meng Qing'er again, and smiled and said, "The same is true for Lao He and Meng Qing'er. You don't have to underestimate yourself. You are also outstanding in talent and are the best. Otherwise, you would not stand out from the more than 300 disciples of Liuhu City and become the best in the sect. But why did you enter the sect now and have no outstanding performance? "

"Is it really only related to talent?"
Chapter completed!