Scientific Cultivation of Immortals: Making the Flying Sword Gatling at the beginning

Stepping into the seventh floor of Huanshafang, one is greeted with darkness.

In the dark, there is no direction, no time.

Li Yue seemed to be in a void.

But this feeling of emptiness didn't last long, and soon the top of Li Yue's head was covered with stars, and hollow voices rang out all around.

"The first level of the literary examination, piano art!"

"Please play the famous Le Gaoshan Liushui with Boya, the famous master of Xianqin, to get Boya's approval."

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This is the sound of the spirit of Huanshafang.

In front of Liyue, mountains and rivers soon appeared, as well as an old man with gray hair on his temples, bowing his head and playing the piano.

Whether it is mountains, rivers or old people, they all seem to be very close to the moon, but also seem to be far apart.

Li Yue knew it, because it was a ray of charm imitated by Boya, the famous teacher of Xianqin in the past few epochs.

In other words, this is not a real person, but the divine power of a magic weapon.

Sitting on the couch emerging from the void of the Huanshafang Qiling, Li Yue caressed the strings of the piano with both hands.

The qin is also made out of thin air by Qi Ling, but Li Yue can feel it, the feel is very real, and the timbre is very accurate. It is completely a valuable Guqin in the world.

After plucking the strings and listening to the tone, Li Yue and the famous teacher Boya on the opposite side played the high mountain and flowing water...

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Gu Biao felt very uncomfortable.

Being in the sachet, Gu Biao could feel a vague sense of oppression, which made the space in the sachet a little stagnant.

Gu Biao knew that if the sachet hadn't been sacrificed by Tantaiyue in a special way, which hindered his consciousness, he might have been discovered the moment Liyue stepped into the yarn boat.

Fortunately, spiritual consciousness is only spiritual consciousness after all, it can only be a vague induction.

Otherwise, for those with high cultivation, what is the difference between those with low cultivation and no clothes?
But this farce will be discovered sooner or later.

The difference is that as long as Liyue has passed the eight tests of the cultural examination, whether or not she finds it will have no effect on Huanxiang Pavilion's superiority over Huanshafang.

Please, Liyue is just an oiran.

As a brothel girl, what is needed is beauty, as well as talents such as piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and poetry.

Instead of being able to go into battle and kill the enemy, a sword shatters the air.

However, it is also very important for Tan Taiyue whether Gu Biao can pass the eight tests of martial arts.

If Gu Biao's expectations were correct, Tantaiyue also gave Liyue a set of array flags, which were placed on the eighth level of Wenkao on the seventh floor.

But only the seventh floor is not enough, the key is the eighth floor!

It's time to see if Zhu Mengjin is careful enough.

If Gu Biao really passed the eighth level of the martial arts test, then he hoped that he could run faster at ordinary times.

Otherwise, the Huanshafang would be broken from the inside, and the aristocratic family secretly waiting for an opportunity would not miss this god-given opportunity.

"I don't know if the temptation of a small world's acquired treasure can make these families turn against each other."

"It would be nice if we could kill each other..."

Stopping his chaotic thoughts, Gu Biao quietly listened to the voice outside the sachet.

One level of piano art.

broken!

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Li Yue bent down and bowed deeply to the blurred old man in front of her.

The old man also nodded with a smile, his eyes showing relief.

Then he sat down, and the old man disappeared into light smoke while playing the piano and dancing wildly.

A ladder to the sky appeared in the distance, and Li Yue threw a formation flag casually, turned around and set foot on the road leading to the second level.

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"The second level of the literary examination, chess!"

"Please defeat the chess master Yan Ziqing."

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"Who is this Yan Ziqing? Why haven't you heard of it?"

Gu Biao clapped his hands together, unable to figure out why.

"You can't blame me, after all, this Yan Ziqing is not like Boya and other famous people. Everyone knows the story of high mountains and flowing water."

"And I'm not a god, and I can't remember all the famous people in history..."

Gu Biao was still thinking about which famous person in history Yan Ziqing was. Li Yue had already stepped forward and sat down at the chess table that appeared in the void.

Li Yue saluted the old man in front of her, and started a new round of hands-on conversation.

This hand talk is much more boring than the first level.

Don't worry about whether Gu Biao understands the high mountains and rivers, at least it's fun.

Not only can you not see the key to this hand talk, but you can't hear any sound.

Gu Biao thought about it, and it seems that the calligraphy and painting in the future will be the same.

So as soon as he closed his eyes, he turned over and fell asleep in the sachet.

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"The third pass of the literary examination, calligraphy!"

"Please get the approval of calligraphy master Yan Zhenqing."

Li Yue stepped forward, rubbed ink and meditated, and after a while, wrote an inscription on the pure white rice paper.

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"The fourth pass of the literary examination, painting art!"

"Please use yourself as a painting and get the approval of Gu Kaizhi, the master of painting."

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"The fifth pass of the literary examination, poetry!"

"Please write a poem on plum blossoms."

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"The sixth pass of the literary examination, words!"

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"The seventh pass of the literature test!"

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On the ninth floor of Huanshafang, Tan Taiyue and Zhu Mengjin sat looking at each other.

Tantaiyue was full of smiles, because although she couldn't see the competition screen, she was informed by Huanshafang's spirit that Liyue was already in the eighth level of the Chuangwen test.

Zhu Mengjin's face was full of melancholy: "This is your Tantaiyue's support?"

Seeing Tan Taiyue bowing her head, sipping tea and smiling without saying a word, Zhu Mengjin closed her eyes.

"Is she the one I'm waiting for?"

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Gu Biao felt a pair of hands squeeze the sachet three times, and woke up from his sleep.

This is the code word that he and Li Yue agreed upon: If you have passed the eighth level of the Chinese exam, squeeze the sachet three times.

It's the same if you haven't.

This way he can come out of the sachet.

Running the wishful talisman, Gu Biao flew out of the sachet.

"Have you passed the eighth level of the Wen Kao?" Gu Biao looked at Li Yue with a smile on his face.

Li Yue also nodded slightly.

Looking at the tenderness in Li Yue's eyes, Gu Biao has no doubts, if this is not Huanshafang, Li Yue would have already rushed into his arms.

Turn around and face the stairs leading to the eighth floor of Huanshafang, which is completely different from the clearance stairs on the seventh floor.

Not only the stairs are golden, but also have winding gilt handrails, and behind the end is a space of interlaced light and dark.

Gu Biao smiled, turned around and stepped up the stairs, while Li Yue stayed where he was.

The martial arts test is too dangerous, and the next thing is Gu Biao's own story.

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On the ninth floor of Huanshafang, Zhu Mengjin opened her closed eyes.

"Oh? Two people? You Huanxiang Pavilion actually used such a despicable method?"

Tan Taiyue smiled: "Anyway, my goal of Huanxiang Pavilion has been achieved, it's the same if I pass the martial arts test."

"Now let this man try the eighth floor of your Huanshafang, what? Are you afraid?"

Zhu Mengjin didn't intend to use her spiritual power, instead she closed her eyes and let Gu Biao step straight into the eighth floor.

"Why don't you dare!"

For some reason, even Tan Taiyue felt the whole thing was weird, but Zhu Mengjin not only didn't panic, but had a smile on the corner of her mouth...