Zhang Baoxuan didn't notice that Fang Qingyang beside him had already clenched his fists, his nails were digging into his palms, and his pupils were a little red due to excessive excitement. Father, I’ve actually been to the east courtyard! And it also set a series of records in the East Campus! The uncle has never told himself this. Even the uncle may not know about his father's past. So I entered the East Courtyard secretly. Could it be the guidance of fate? "No matter what, the honor he fought for belongs to the Academy. As for such internal fighting? Shouldn't they be united to deal with the Holy Land together?" Fang Qingyang gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words from between his teeth. "The Holy Land is too huge." Zhang Baoxuan shook his head, "The holy land is the royal family, and the royal family is the holy land!"
Although he didn't explain clearly, Fang Qingyang already understood what he meant. There must be a huge entanglement between the royal family of the Sword Dynasty and the Holy Land, entangled with flesh and blood. No matter how powerful Dongchuan Academy is, it is just a academy opened by General Zhenchuan. It is impossible to fight against the royal family represented by the Holy Land! "So, Fang Xuanxiao had no choice but to leave. He knew that if he stayed, the entire academy would be in danger. He stayed in the academy for a total of three years, but he achieved a miracle that no one can surpass!" Zhang Baoxuan raised his head, his eyes shining with admiration, "But now, because of the Holy Land's targeting of him, his name cannot even be mentioned openly. In some places, he is even regarded as a shame! His records have been taken away, It’s unfair to him that his deeds have been buried!” Speaking of the latter part, Zhang Baoxuan roared like a wild beast. "Three years..." Fang Qingyang murmured to himself that his father had actually stayed here for three years. "As for our current elder, Meng Huan, he once worshiped Fang Xuanxiao crazily and was willing to be his younger brother. After Fang Xuanxiao left, the East Courtyard elected him as the elder. He is determined to lead our East Courtyard to rise. However, the other three houses are targeting him. It’s so awesome!” Zhang Baoxuan leaned down, wiped off some dust on the stone tablet with great respect, and bowed deeply to the stone tablet. Fang Qingyang took a deep breath and stared deeply at the stone tablet. After a long time, he stepped forward and said in his heart, "Dad, is this your past? A past that I have never known! Your reputation will never be covered up by the academy, and I will do everything possible to help you recover." reputation!" "Tsk, tsk, right now, the students from the North Campus are the ones who have been the best and longest-lasting in Lei Yuan. It's only been ten days." Zhang Baoxuan sneered, "Thirty days is like a miracle to them, no one can do it! They don't want an insurmountable name to always stand above them, so they try every means to erase Fang Xuanxiao's achievements! " "On the 30th..." Fang Qingyang murmured, and there were already thoughts gathering in his mind. When Lei Yuan opens, he will take action! After walking out of the bamboo forest, Fang Qingyang randomly found a wooden house and went in to practice. Zhang Baoxuan was stunned, "What a coincidence. This wooden house was exactly where Fang Xuanxiao lived. Later, out of respect for him, no one ever lived in it again."
"Yeah?" Fang Qingyang smiled, opened the door and walked in. Since he was a child, he has only one tall figure in his memory. But when I recall it carefully, it becomes increasingly blurry. Fang Xuanxiao rarely returned home when he was a child. Every time he came, he would leave in a hurry. In his memory, he never came back after he was six years old. It was his uncle who always took care of him. But Fang Qingyang has never resented his father. What he heard most from his uncle was that his father was an amazing swordsman. As for how great it is, even the uncle himself can't explain why. "Squeak." As the door was opened, some quaint furniture appeared. A bed, a desk, a bookshelf, and a stool. In a small wooden house, this is everything. Fang Qingyang walked slowly to his desk. There was only an ancient book and a pen on it. After hesitating for a moment, Fang Qingyang opened the ancient book. However, the first words that caught his eye made Fang Qingyang tremble all over—— "My son Qingyang, although I don't know how many years have passed, I think you should have seen these words that my father left for you." "Father." Fang Qingyang tried his best to control his emotions so that he would not collapse directly. He took deep breaths to gradually calm down. Did my father expect that he would come here in the future and open this ancient book? Fang Qingyang continued to read. "After you enter the east courtyard, remember to take a look at Leiyuan. If you persist for thirty days, there will be...a surprise!" "That's what my father left for you. Remember, you must hold on to it for thirty days! If you can't do it, it means you can't have it. Just leave it to other people who are destined to have it." The next few pictures are all blank. Fang Qingyang calmed down for a while, then couldn't help laughing and said, "I didn't expect, father, that the first conversation I have with you when I grow up would be in this form!" The 30th day happened to be the record set by Fang Xuanxiao that year. After persisting for thirty days, this coincided with Fang Qingyang's own plan! "Don't worry, I will do it."
Fang Qingyang took out the Dragon Emperor Sword and rubbed it carefully in his hand, "This sword is the first thing you left me. So what will the second thing be?" At this time, the middle-aged man in Jian Nei said, "Your father is an amazing man." "Have you met him?" When Fang Qingyang heard this, he was suddenly overjoyed. "So, it's just that my master didn't fully wake up at the time. He was in a state of half-asleep and half-awake chaos. I had some impressions of him, but I didn't have much communication with him." The middle-aged man yawned, "Your father is a man with clear plans. Whether for himself or for you, following your father's footsteps is a good path!" After saying this, he disappeared into the Dragon Emperor Sword and stopped talking. Fang Qingyang turned the ancient book to the last page, and a palm-sized spiritual pattern fell out of it. This spiritual pattern shimmers with a faint light, and a strong energy aura is flowing in it. "This is...a spiritual pattern at the level of superior magical power?" Fang Qingyang's eyes flashed, and he was overjoyed. This is the kind of spiritual pattern that is specially used to enhance spiritual energy. It is simple and crude. Of course, these spiritual patterns are equally precious, no less valuable than some high-level elixirs. After putting away the spirit patterns, Fang Qingyang carefully searched the wooden house again. After making sure that nothing else was missing, he sat by the bed and prepared to practice. "This spiritual pattern is perfect for improvement!" Fang Qingyang's mind sank and he slowly placed the spirit pattern on his chest. The next moment, light bloomed, pouring into the body like a torrential river. The limbs and bones were instantly penetrated by the rich spiritual energy, and the terrifying improvement made Fang Qingyang himself levitate. The shackles that were about to be broken were broken at this moment! Yuan Dan realm fifth level! The previous battle against Liang Jingyu ended too quickly, so Fang Qingyang, who wanted to take the opportunity to be promoted, had to postpone his promotion. Now that he activated this spirit pattern, promotion is natural and logical!