Suddenly I don't want to be a fairy

Ren Kongwen frowned and asked, "May I ask who you are?"

"Don't you know who I am?" The other party raised his eyebrows, "I am your apprentice."

"My apprentice? Lu Zichen?" Ren Kongwen shook his head in disbelief, "Impossible, my apprentice is not like this."

"How much do you know about him?" the other party asked back.

Ren Kongwen opened his mouth and found that he seemed unable to speak.

He knew that his apprentice's food was delicious, and he also knew that his apprentice was good-looking, talented in cultivation, and usually very serious and hardworking, but he didn't seem to know anything else.

Seeing his silence, the other party sneered and said, "So you don't understand anything, how dare you conclude that I'm not Lu Zichen?"

Ren Kongwen said unwillingly: "At least he won't talk to me in this tone."

"Okay." The other party shrugged compromisingly, then suddenly softened his voice, and said warmly and respectfully: "Master, hello."

The other party's tone and demeanor were exactly like Lu Zichen, Ren Kongwen kept telling himself in his heart that he was not his apprentice, but he was too similar!

How could there be two people so similar in this world?

Thinking of this, he suddenly realized that he is currently on the ninth floor of the Heart Refining Room, accepting a test of unknown subject, so the other party must be a fake.

After confirming that it was false, he faced this person much more naturally, and at the same time he was still thinking about why this person appeared?

What kind of test is this?

"Looking at your expression, you still don't believe that I'm your apprentice?" The other party changed his position on the chair, becoming more lazy.

Ren Kongwen nodded and said, "That's right, you are not my apprentice."

"Why do you think so firmly that I am not? Because I am not respectful?" the other party asked.

Ren Kongwen wanted to nod, but then paused, thought carefully, shook his head and said, "No, it's not because you are disrespectful to me, but because you don't feel close to me."

The other party nodded, "Then do you like my character?"

"Huh?" The question jumped a bit, but he still replied, "It's okay."

After the other party finished listening, he stood up and clapped his hands and said, "Okay, the leisure time is over here, and the official ninth floor trial begins: the pain of loneliness."

Ren Kongwen was stunned when he heard it, what's going on?Why is there such a module as Leisure Time?

But he didn't expect that the trial on the ninth floor was actually what he had guessed before. Wouldn't it be easy to pass the level in this case?

Just thinking about him makes him a little bit happier.

At this time the scene changed, and he saw that he had actually returned to his home on earth.

There was no change before leaving with him, but Lu Zichen was not there, only himself.Looking at the empty living room, he recalled the discomfort from before.

But he also thought that this is a test, and he has to work hard to adapt!

Moreover, self-cultivation is a lonely road, and the company of others is mostly temporary, and this kind of company can only be on weekdays, and the key part of practice can only be passed silently by oneself.

He cheered himself up, ready to start writing, and then strive to be able to prove the Tao and become a fairy as soon as possible.If you are lucky enough to break through in the trial, you will have greater confidence in rescuing the apprentice.

But it is a pity that the computer can be used, but the Internet cannot be accessed.I couldn't find it when I went out to find an Internet cafe, and he was the only one.

It was not accurate to say that, there were many people on the street, but everyone noticed him.He came up to say hello, but no one paid him any attention.

It was as if he had been abandoned by the whole world, and he understood that this was what that person meant by loneliness.

But it doesn't matter, he still has his own words.Even if it is not published, no one will see it.But when he wrote these words, his heart was happy.

During the trial, he spent five full years and traveled all over the earth.Seeing countless miraculous scenes, there are many wonders that he can't believe.

I also know a lot of secrets on the earth.

He never thought that a small world would have so many colorful scenery, let alone a small world with strange places that didn't even exist in the fairy world.

What shocked him the most was that there were several places in this small world that he dared not set foot in.He felt that the degree of danger there was better than those in the fairyland, but not inferior.

How mysterious, how magnificent, how interesting!

He recorded all these contents and wrote a long, long travel note.He lived every day to the fullest, but he did not forget his apprentice.

He thought that when he saw him, he could share these contents with him, and let him know how fascinating this magical earth is.

But occasionally he would be a little bit worried. It takes decades for a practitioner to retreat, and it takes decades to travel. The time span is very large.

They are used to each other, and it will not be strange for friends to meet again.But his apprentice is different. He was a mortal before, and he may be easily unfamiliar with each other before they separated for a year or two.

It has been five years now, when the time comes, Lu Zichen will still face his mother with the same attitude as before?

Thinking of this, he laughed again, this is in a trial.He actually forgot that the past five years must have been so happy that he regarded this place as the real world.

But this is a place of trial, so which ones he saw and heard are true and which ones are false?

Maybe after he passes the customs smoothly, he can go on a tour and do some on-the-spot investigation.

Thinking about him made me very happy, and at the same time, I was still thinking, is this really a trial?It's so easy, and he has unknowingly saved a lot of drafts, and he can start a new one when he goes back.

I don't know if he heard his voice, but the scene changed.

He came to a room surrounded by white, and there was nothing in it, and the clothes on his body also turned white.White top, white trousers.

He checked carefully, and there was really nothing.

He couldn't write even if he wanted to, which made him a little anxious.

He exhaled slowly, sat down cross-legged and began to enter meditation, but he couldn't enter it no matter what.Whenever his concentration began, it would be interrupted by a light tap on the soul.

It won't cause harm, but don't even think about entering samadhi.

Ren Kongwen was a bit at a loss when he couldn't get into meditation and couldn't write essays, what did this make him do?

Study and study your own spells to see if you can improve it?As soon as he thought of it, he gestured to start casting spells, but found that his cultivation was actually banned now.

He can't use anything now, this is not a trial at all, but a punishment.

When he goes out, he must check this place carefully, and at the same time find out whether this is a place of trial or punishment?

Or maybe it's a prison here?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it might be a prison, and he didn't gain anything after passing the trials of the first few floors.

Whether it's mentality or cultivation, there is no progress.

Now recalling those previous trials, I always feel weird everywhere.He remembered that he had also participated in some trials in their sect, not to mention the huge gains every time, at least there must have been gains.

He looked around again and found a place to escape.

As time passed, his mood became more and more irritable, and he couldn't calm down.I have nothing to do every day, I can't do anything I want, and I can't feel any aura of time or heaven and earth.Even if you want to take out the gate of time and space, you can't take it out.

This is a huge prison, and he may not be able to escape successfully until he becomes an immortal.

But how could he have the conditions to comprehend in this state?

He closed his eyes and wanted to sleep, but he was interrupted again!

Really, it's too tortured!

He sat down and tried to think.Found this and it wasn't interrupted.So he began to recall what he had seen and heard in the previous five years, and then thought about one story after another in his mind.

He began to write articles, not through pen and paper, but only through his own thoughts to generate words.

His memory is extremely powerful, and he automatically arranges the words into chapters in his mind.Then give each chapter a name.

Unskilled at first, he did it slowly and always had to start over.

As time went on, he got better and faster.He was immersed in it, feeling extremely comfortable and peaceful.

He closed his eyes, immersed in the joy of writing.He deeply felt that writing is so interesting, and the charm of writing is too great.

He wrote a lot of good articles, but later he no longer wrote chapter by chapter in his mind as in the traditional books at the beginning.

I don’t know if it’s because he is proficient, but as long as he sets the character traits of the protagonist, thinks about the plot of the story, and sets the emotional tone of the full text, the rest of the flesh and blood will be automatically filled.

Then after the article is finished, it seems to become one small world after another.It didn't end because of his end, and the love-hate entanglement between the protagonists continued.

And the direction of the story after that is beyond his control, it is their world, a very complete small world.

In the continuous creation, he found that the small world generated by the novel is not the same.Some are very complete, others have a lot of missing parts, and some don't generate small worlds at all.

He carefully studied the small worlds, and found that articles with more logical loopholes in his creation process could not generate small worlds, while articles with clear logic and a complete worldview would generate good small worlds.

He admired the small worlds created by himself, and his heart filled with infinite pride and satisfaction.He wondered if he was only one step away from proving the Tao and becoming an immortal?

But to be able to create a small world is generally at least the level of the fairy king. He hasn't become a fairy yet?

How could so many small worlds be created?

Or is it that writing essays and preaching is so different and powerful.