Chapter 908: Discuss the Tao with the Sword
"Lao Bai, we haven't asked anything yet, so let Fang Yu leave like this?" Rao Donghai still asked his doubts.
"I have asked everything I can ask, what else can I ask?" Bai Konggu picked up the white paper and placed it in the sun to observe carefully.
But with these five big characters, no matter how you look at it, you can't see the characters from the cracks.
"Lao Bai, do you think that the half of the name on the Tongxian monument is Fang Yu?" Rao Donghai asked.
Bai Konggu put down the white paper in his hand, turned his head to look at Rao Donghai, squinted his eyes and said, "The cultivation base aura on his body...only the Qi refining period. But he can crush all the powerful kings alone...this is weird. , Just confirmed, that half of the name, it is very likely that he is."
"Think about it carefully, which of these people on the Tongxian Monument is not a weird person?"
"Perhaps, the first step to becoming an immortal is to become a weirdo. Haha..."
Bai Konggu smiled, shook his head again, and walked into the inner room with the white paper.
Only Rao Donghai was left in the courtyard, looking blank.
Except for Fang Yu, he had not seen anyone on the Tongxian Monument, and could not understand Bai Konggu's words.
...
Tongxian Monument? Half a name?
To be honest, Fang Yu didn't care about this so-called stele, or the half of the name, whether it was him or not.
Because he firmly believes in his heart that he cannot become a fairy.
To be precise, the idea of becoming a fairy has been completely abandoned since Fang Yu was in his twenties.
At that time, he had practiced for nearly ten years, and he had not broken through the Qi refining period.
From then on, he knew that he was not a piece of material for becoming immortal.
Because, a monk who truly has the qualifications to become an immortal doesn't even need half a year to break through the Qi refining period.
In today's world, the aura has become extremely thin.
Not to mention the immortal, just a normal monk of the transformation stage, all become one in a million.
This fact that Fang Yu personally experienced cannot be changed by a so-called Tongxian monument.
Of course, Fang Yu believed that the Tongxian Monument had a certain standard.
If the names on the stele are the strongest people in the world, it makes sense.
Now, what Fang Yu cares more about is the string of characters and the five characters he translated inexplicably.
Da Zhao Mo's shortage.
"Is this a name?"
Fang Yu walked home all the way, thinking about going back, looking for a few ancient books in the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion, to see if he could find words similar to the string of characters on the Tongxian Tablet.
In this way, Fang Yu walked all the way back to his door.
At this time, standing in front of the gate were a group of people wearing green robes, with the word'Lin' printed on their left chest.
Seeing this group of people, Fang Yu frowned.
"Who are you looking for?"
Fang Yu stepped forward and asked.
One of the men in this group changed his expression when he saw Fang Yu. Then he opened his eyes wide and asked, "You... are you Fang Yu, Master Fang?"
"I am Fang Yu." Fang Yu replied.
"This... really is your residence, Master Fang." The man said with a smile on his face, "I come from the Lin family and my name is Lin Zhengxiong."
Lin?
"How did you find here?" Fang Yu asked, frowning slightly.
"It was the address provided to me by a friend I know. I came here because I wanted to..." Lin Zhengxiong said almost flatly.
"No matter what you want to talk to me, I'm not interested, go back." Fang Yu interrupted Lin Zhengxiong and walked to the gate.
People from these families use their toes to think and know what they want to talk about.
Fang Yu is now anxious to look up the weird font, and he is not in the mood to talk to this group of people.
"Master Fang, please give me some time..." Lin Zhengxiong said quickly.
Seeing her father's humble and flattering appearance, Lin Zhilan frowned and her face looked like frost.
"I said, I'm not interested..." Fang Yu said impatiently.
At this time, he felt a sudden burst of momentum behind him.
A fierce sword intent appeared from behind!
"Ok?"
Fang Yu was taken aback, turned around, and saw a beautiful girl walking out of the Lin family.
Wearing a green robe, she was holding a long sword with a faint silver glow in her right hand, pointing straight at Fang Yu.
"What does this mean? Annoyed into anger?" Fang Yu raised his brow and said.
"I heard that your swordsmanship is very strong, I want to challenge you." Lin Zhilan said coldly.
"Challenge me?" Fang Yu was stunned again.
This girl, surely it's not a brain problem?
They, the Lin family, must have heard of Fang Yu because of the incident in the Wang family a few days ago.
Now that she knows that, this girl dares to challenge her?
Which drama is this singing?
"No, no, no...Master Fang, Zhilan didn't mean that, she just... just wanted to talk about swordsmanship with you! There is absolutely no intention of offending." Lin Zhengxiong's face changed greatly and he explained hurriedly.
"Swordsmanship?" Fang Yu furrowed his brows deeper and deeper, "I'm not interested in communicating with such a girl, go back."
After speaking, Fang Yu glanced at Lin Zhilan, ignoring the sword pointed at him, turned around again, and walked towards Shimen.
As Fang Yu approached, Shimen seemed to feel something and slowly opened.
Lin Zhengxiong wanted to call Fang Yu to stop, but when he turned around, he found that Lin Zhilan was about to move.
Lin Zhengxiong only felt his heart contract sharply, and one jumped over, pressing down the long sword in Lin Zhilan's hand.
"Are you... crazy!?" Lin Zhengxiong turned blue with anger and asked in a low voice.
Lin Zhilan didn't speak, her eyes fixed on Fang Yu who walked into the gate, until Shimen slowly closed.
When Shimen was completely closed, Lin Zhilan looked away.
Lin Zhengxiong's face was hard to see the extreme at this time.
It took all kinds of relationships to find Fang Yu's residence, but the goal was not achieved, and even had a counterproductive effect!
He never expected that Lin Zhilan would suddenly draw his sword and point at Fang Yu!
"Didn't you let me exchange kendo with him?" Lin Zhilan did not flinch from the scolding.
In her cognition, the so-called kendo communication is naturally based on the sword. Is it not possible to sit down and drink tea?
"You... go back first... I'll talk to you after I go back!" Lin Zhengxiong trembled with anger ~www.readwn.com~ said.
"After I go back, I have to go to practice, no time to talk with you." Lin Zhilan finished speaking, turned and left.
Lin Zhengxiong watched Lin Zhilan leave, his eyes flushed with anger.
"What are you doing in a daze? Go back!" Lin Zhengxiong shouted angrily at the Lin family guards standing aside.
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Fang Yu returned home and immediately plunged into the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion.
He asked Xiao Fengling to find all the books on fonts, and then read them one by one, hoping to find the same or similar fonts as the string of characters on the Tongxian Monument.
Only by knowing the source of the font can he figure out why he knew this string of characters.
In the process of flipping through the ancient books, time passed quickly.
Fang Yu was soaked in the bushes for three consecutive days, but he could not find any information.
Not to mention finding the same font, not even similar ones!
"Mr. Fang, Mr. Zheng Ze is looking for you." Ye Shengxue's voice came into Fang Yu's ears.
Fang Yu then pulled out the characters in the sky, turned his head to look at Ye Shengxue, and said, "Bring him in."
After a while, Zheng Ze appeared in front of Fang Yu.
Seeing the heavy books piled up in front of Fang Yu, Zheng Ze's eyes flashed with surprise.
"Mr. Fang, the teacher asked me to remind you that the Hundred Sects Competition has already begun." Zheng Ze said.
"Hundred Sects Competition?"
Fang Yu's expression was shocked, and his eyes became sharp.
He has been buried in the sea of books these days, and almost forgot about it!
"Has it started?" Fang Yu asked in a deep voice.
"The morning is the opening ceremony and the draw ceremony... the afternoon game officially begins." Zheng Ze glanced at the time and said, "It is 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and the competition should have begun."
