The world's first fairy gate

I'm really puzzled, how can I make him unhappy?

Although Yun Fang used the word "again" when slandering, Xie Qiuhan is not someone who loses his temper easily.

If he loses his temper on a rare day, it will all be attributed to Yun Fang's fault in the end.

It's not really all his fault, most of the time it's just that Yun Bing is soft-hearted and agrees to everything casually, coaxing.

If Xie Qiuhan was like Fang Cong, rolling on the ground when he got angry, and behaving like hell, then Yun Fang would ignore him.

But he did the opposite. He was obviously angry, but he still wanted to be tolerant and thoughtful, so that no one could find any faults.

What's more, he still held up a face of resignation, and kept swaying in front of Yunfang, watching people secretly, but when he looked over, his heart was stagnant again, and he turned his head and walked away.

After going back and forth like this, Yunfang was not admitting his mistake in the end, he was clearly begging for mercy.

Although I don't know where he got offended again today, but if Xie Qiuhan does that trick again, he might as well just consciously jump to the end and beg for mercy—anyway, it's just a few good words, a little Qiuhan, so coaxing It's so bad that I can't cut a few pieces of his flesh.

Yun Fang was about to stand up and follow, when someone pulled his sleeve lightly.

Fang Chengjing had an "I understand you" expression on his face, as if he had become an ally at some point.

Yun Fang pulled back his sleeves.

Fang Chengjing withdrew his hand in embarrassment, and whispered: "Don't worry about Xianzuo, children are like this. When my elder sister asked Cong'er if he wanted younger brothers and sisters, he also said that he would be strangled to make pies when he was born, and he would forget about it later." It’s too late, kid’s temper, don’t take it seriously.”

"..." What kind of vicious metaphor is this, even though Yunfang is well-informed, even being "strangled to make pies" has given goosebumps to his skin.

Fang Chengjing said: "When he was alone, everyone spoiled him and spoiled him. He was naturally lawless, and there was no choice for him. It was impossible to push him back. But if there were one or two more brothers and sisters, there would be more In comparison, this child is naturally much more obedient, and it's interesting."

"But as far as I know," Yun Fang reminded him, "your family doesn't have a second child."

Fang Zhuang's mother died young, and Fang Chengjing was alone, so where are his younger siblings?

"Look at the virtues he's used to, how dare he," Fang Chengjing said angrily, "It's all my elder sister's fault, she said that the lawless is better than the well-behaved and sensible, the more well-behaved the more wronged, that is, there is only one. "

Yun Fang's heart moved slightly, and he agreed as if talking to himself: "It makes sense."

"That's right," Fang Chengjing climbed up the pole, "Only one is easy to grow, and it's much better to raise a few more. Xianzuo, you really recruit a few more apprentices. There is a comparison between them, and the seedlings will grow." just."

It's really not my mother who said this.

Yun Fang didn't say much to him, just thought about it for a long time, then got up suddenly, "Go, draw a second picture for me."

"Ah?" Fang Chengjing didn't realize it, so he led him outside.

Yun Fang looked like he was strolling in the yard, but he shrunk every step to an inch. He ran and fell to keep up, and within two steps, he was changed to the study of Immortal Pavilion.

Fang Chengjing held his breath, his eyes rolled up and he looked around.

Immortal Pavilion is a place name that appeared in the legend of Kyushu. It was nominated by Emperor Taiwu, who lived in the first seat of Xianmen. Except for Zhongzhou Imperial Palace, there is no place to compare it with.

Some people say that there is a cave in the Immortal Pavilion, which is thousands of miles wide after entering, and some people say that it is a hidden mechanism. In fact, there are ninety-nine and 81 floors, and each floor is full of rare treasures, ranging from ancient artifacts to human treasures. As for the feet, there is also a secret formation to protect them, and one can practice thousands of miles in one day in the middle, which is simply an incredible place.

Anyway, no one said that there are really only three floors here, and the floors seem to be soaked in water and rotten, and the room is so small that there is a third person who cannot turn around.

However, there is a lot of aura here, with a mellow breath, and even hides the coercion of gods, and the visitors also dare not underestimate it.

Yun Fang moved the chair for him himself, and patted the wooden table, "Come, sit down, have you brought your pen?"

Fang Chengjing sat down in a daze, "No, I didn't bring it, what did I draw?"

"Draw whatever you want," Yunfang searched for the Four Treasures of the Study, "I use it to coax the child, he likes to collect these arty things... I can't find the inkstone, wait a minute, I'll go get it from him..."

Fang Chengjing just watched him toss the pen, ink, paper and inkstone back and forth, and handed over the pen himself when he was done, "Here."

Fang Chengjing took the pen in a daze, and didn't straighten the hair for a long time.

Xianzuo handed over the pen, Immortal Pavilion painted, what kind of fairyland in a dream is this?

But he was flattered and flattered, whether he couldn't draw or couldn't draw.

He pays attention to chance and inspiration in painting, and it's not a game of countermeasures. He sees the tricks and breaks the tricks. Painting is a matter of nature. He can only draw it if he hits his head. Just sitting like this dryly now, he can only draw it after a year of monkeys.

Seeing that he hadn't moved, Yun Fang said, "Why, can't you draw while I'm here? Then I'll go out."

"No, no," Fang Chengjing hurriedly said, "That's not the case."

"Then what do you want?"

Fang Chengjing said: "Painting is all about inspiration, it has nothing to do with the presence or absence of other people...how about you talk to me?"

"can."

"........."

The two stared at each other, but they didn't know what to say.

Fang Chengjing had a "bad relationship" with him when he was young, and he even ran to Zixiao Mountain to ask for a marriage, and had a big oolong, and later went back to inherit the sect, experienced all kinds of things, and naturally forgot about it.

These years he was far away in Lingnan, and he heard a lot of news about Yunfang from afar. Seeing his high-rise building collapsed, he felt all kinds of feelings in his heart. In the end, it just turned into a congratulatory letter from the sect, drowned in the piles of buildings. Inside the document.

It's not that there are no other beauties in this world, it's just that there will be no second one for a person like Xianzuo.

No matter how gorgeous the appearance is, it will always fade away with other colors, but Yunfang has more than just appearance, he also symbolizes the freedom and chic that people in the world most envy.

Cultivating the Tao is nothing more than seeking an ultimate freedom. Although the sky is high and the earth is far away, I can soar up to [-] miles, and there is nowhere I can’t go.

With the most powerful freedom, obtain the most extreme freedom and achieve a freedom.

Yunfang is the person closest to this infinity in the current world. He is no longer an individual, but a symbol and a symbol, existing as the vision and prayer in every monk's heart.

All those who have seen him and those who have not seen him will never forget him.

Fang Chengjing is an idiot, how can he forget?

There were only two people in the room, Fang Cheng stared at him intently, and sighed: "Xian Zuo is really a fairy."

"..." Yun Bin's eyelids twitched, but after all, he wanted something from others, and he had to finish the painting even if he was killed, so he held back.

Fang Chengjing probably also knew that he had offended him, so he quickly sat upright, and found a topic with his intuition: "Why does Xianzuo spoil his disciple like this?"

"My pleasure."

"..." Fang Chengjing knew that he had been fooling him into accepting his apprentice, so he probably wasn't happy about it.

But he said this with good intentions.

"There is only one child, Cong'er, in my family," Fang Chengjing said carefully, "My elder sister left early, and the elders felt pity for Cong'er, but they failed to get back their temper in time, so that he was naive and reckless, made mistakes repeatedly, and was born in youth. Cheng is a well-known dude leader, everyone said that his temper could not suppress the sect, and he could not inherit the family business. Many people in the side branch thought about it, and wanted to force people in, which was very troublesome——I am not talking about Xie Qiuhan There's nothing wrong with it, it's just that he's the only one under your sect, if he makes some mistakes..."

He wanted to speak cautiously, but if he wanted to make a point, he couldn't be euphemistic. He could only say, "This is the same as when Xianzuo and Mozun left a hundred years ago. heart, he was pushed to the forefront."

Killing Yunfang is as difficult as going up to the blue sky, but killing an heir who is still in the cradle... It will always be difficult for some people.

What's more, the relationship between the royal family and the immortal sect is complicated nowadays, everyone has their own thoughts, who knows if someone will play tricks.

After hearing what he said, Yun Fang's expression gradually sank, and the way he looked at him also changed.

It is said that Fang Chengjing is not good enough, he only knows how to linger in the wind and moon, and it is all thanks to the shelter of his family background, but since he can sit firmly in a place like Qingyangzong, which eats people and does not spit out bones, how can he be simple-minded.

Yun Fang said: "City Master Fang has been hiding his clumsiness in the past."

"Don't dare," Fang Chengjing hurriedly took it back, "but just talk nonsense, just listen to it."

Yun Fang was noncommittal, his eyes fixed on his face for a moment.

After some "kindly" reminders from him, the two finally opened up the conversation, Yun Fang said: "Did you tell Ming Zhi about this before she was alive?"

Fang Mingzhi is Fang Cong's mother, who died of illness in her early years. She was a powerful character who was indistinguishable during her lifetime. She was in charge of the Qingyang Sect. In her hands, the sect and the city government were combined into one. The main city was named as the sect. Kyushu There has only been such a powerful lady for many years.

"That's right," Fang Chengjing said with a wry smile, "She insists on her own way, so can we force her to do it?"

"Willing to go my own way..." Yun Fang thought about this word for a while, and then laughed, "Since you know everything, why are you using this to persuade me?"

When he smiled, his brows and eyes stretched, and his peach eyes were slightly curved, forming a clever angle, reflecting the shimmering waves, which made people's hearts sway.

Fang Chengjing stared blankly for a moment, then suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, picked up the brush, and began to draw quickly.

Yun Fang leaned against the table, watching him paint, his mind gradually drifted away.

He remembered when Xie Qiuhan first came to him, when he was still a limp villain.

This little man originally wanted to grow up to be arrogant and rich, but under his nose, he suffered countless grievances, and was forced to be restrained and sensible.

There was nothing he could do at that time, and he had to bear it if he couldn't bear it.

Later, when he returned to the Heavenly Palace, he couldn't help but say that he wanted to hide Xie Qiuhan under his wings. He didn't say anything to him, and he didn't touch anything. He hoped that he could go back to the way he was at the beginning. The result was that Xie Qiuhan changed his ways to make trouble. Once in danger.

Is this really because he has never raised a child, so he can't do it right?

Actually not.

It's just because I haven't been able to forget that powerlessness, so I have to go my own way.