When the Sand Sculptures penetrated the crematorium literature [Quick Transmigration]

As the "righteous light", Xiao Daotong must dare to let He Heng in.

So after taking a famous tag, He Heng successfully blended into the group of contestants.

In fact, the Zongmen competition in Yuntai Mountain is much more complicated than imagined. The competition is divided into elementary, intermediate and advanced, and the test is only how deep their internal strength and cultivation are. consciousness.

Moreover, all contestants need to pass the so-called basic test before they have a chance to enter the next round of competition.

Most of these basic tests test the basic skills of ascetics, such as flying over obstacles with a sword within a specified time, floating on water with light skills, and demonstrating basic sword moves to the judges.

Anyone who meets one of the serious standards will be given a red card, and the red card means that the contestant has lost the qualification for this competition, and those who get the red card can leave the field with regret.

If the action is regulated, it will be punished with a yellow card warning. Once more than three yellow cards are equivalent to a red card.

Participants who pass the initial test will be divided into grades according to the number of yellow cards they receive, and will enter the next round of competition in turn.

In the end, He Heng barely entered the second round of testing with three yellow cards.

When following the signs and following the crowd into the C-class team, He Heng seemed a little absent-minded, and greeted all the referees in his heart.

I just knocked down a few obstacles when I was flying over obstacles, did I fly a little higher when I was floating on the water with Qinggong?

As for giving a yellow card for moving?

After thinking that there should be no restrictions of these rules in the following competitions, He Heng sighed in his heart.

At this moment, there was a muffled sound of "boom" in the ear, and the gong next to the examination room was struck. Everyone subconsciously looked up and saw a square of gold bricks and red tiles right in front of them. The three words "Tai Xue Fu" are engraved on the solemn hall.

At this moment, He Heng's heart "thumped", and a subtle premonition vaguely rose, and he always felt that this arena was as simple as a simple fight.

Sure enough, in the next second, a short and fat gray-robed Taoist priest walked slowly from the hall with a kind smile on his face, looked at the crowd and said:

"Then I'm here today to test everyone's level of enlightenment. You will come in the order of this team. The fellow Taoists who were called will follow me into the hall, and briefly explain your understanding of 'Daoyi' based on your own moves."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand and called the man in front of He Heng in.

In this way, He Heng became the first row of the team.

As soon as I heard that there was a liberal arts topic, I panicked immediately.

Besides, the Taoist priest had been rambling on and on for a long time, but He Heng didn't understand what he was going to test.

At this moment, from the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of swords and swords coming from the hall, and with the sound of the iron blade being unsheathed, the deep voice of the old Taoist slowly sounded,

"Why the Tao?"

Listening to the man reciting in a memorized tone: "Man follows the earth, the earth follows the sky, the sky follows the Tao, and the Tao follows nature..."【1】

He Heng: "..."

Is this an endorsement?

He didn't expect that he would have to endorse a book to participate in this sect competition. At this moment, He Heng's brain was blank, and his mind was "buzzing".

Not long after, the previous contestant finished his performance, and He Heng, who was at the top of the line, was naturally called in.

The Taixuefu courtyard is made up of wooden structure materials. As soon as you enter, you will be greeted with a cool breath. Inside is a quiet and elegant incense burner, and it smells very fragrant when paired with books and ink scrolls all over the room. The main hall is divided by a screen The inner hall is separated from the outer hall, and there is a dark room behind it through the elegant hollow carved screen.

The chunky Taoist priest in gray robe was already waiting by the desk in the center of the hall. Seeing He Heng coming in, he immediately showed a kind smile, followed by four or five little Taoist boys.

Seeing so many people waiting to see his performance all at once, He Heng touched his nose in embarrassment,

Originally thought that the opponent's sect grand competition was given for nothing, but he didn't expect that he was asked to execute the punishment in public.

In the next second, the old Taoist put his hands on his chest and looked at him with an expression of caring for young people.

"Since this little friend is from the Huayang Sword Sect, he must be a sword cultivator. Why don't you tell Pindao about it..."

"Why the Tao?"

What can we do?

I can improvise.

After making up his mind to treat the horse as a living horse doctor, He Heng immediately clasped his left thumb, and the sharp blade came out of its sheath in a blink of an eye. Then he held the hilt of the sword with his right hand, closed his eyes, and was full of thoughts about "sword" Relationship with "Tao"...

At the same time, he demonstrated a set of newly compiled sword moves to the other party in a smooth manner, and for a while, fierce sword energy was everywhere in the room, like a white rainbow penetrating the sun.

Anyway, He Heng has his eyes closed now, and he sees his actions, no matter what he does, he will be ashamed.

And the old Taoist priest's eyes lit up after seeing He Heng's set of sword moves, and he sighed in his heart,

Although the young man in front of him made some moves according to the rules, the sword movement looked messy, the speed of the sword was really amazing, why did the other party take so long to integrate his understanding of Taoism?

If the enlightenment is self-consistent and self-justified, then the old Taoist thinks that this young man can get a high score.

Just as the performance was coming to an end, He Heng opened his eyes suddenly, inserted the sword back into the scabbard, and watched the old Taoist blurt out,

"Men will affect the speed of my sword."

As soon as this remark came out, the whole audience became silent instantly. The corner of the old Taoist priest's mouth twitched, looking at the solemn-looking swordsman in front of him who had just put his sword back into the scabbard,

People are a little stupid.

What does He Heng mean by this?

As a well-known university scholar in the Puritan Church, the old Taoist priest has read countless poems and books throughout his life, and today he can't understand the meaning of He Heng's words.

How do I score this?

Thinking of this, the old Taoist immediately looked at the young Taoist boys around him, and finally looked at the young man who was trying to pretend to be paralyzed.

"Tell me more about the meaning of the sentence just now. Why is it 'man'?"

He Heng: "..."

恶，

This was made up casually just now, how do I explain it in detail?

In the midst of a dilemma, with a sound of "Squeak!", the secret door in the inner hall was suddenly opened, and a person came towards us from the shadows.

The man was wearing a Taoist robe with a strange color, with a large piece of bright red flowers embroidered on the left side. From the gray hair on the temples, it can be seen that this man is young, but there is a wrinkle in the corner of his eyes and brows, which makes people unable to start. Doubtful age.

For the first time, He Heng realized that people with "white hair and youthful face" really existed.

While playing with the two walnuts in his hand, the man walked up to the old Taoist priest and whispered a few words to him, then smiled at He Heng,

"Little friend, come in with me."

He Heng was taken aback for a moment, and said to 996 in his heart:

"Who is this old man? Why did you terminate my match directly? Did I say something wrong just now?"

996: [...I know if I said something wrong just now, it is Wangu Dansheng I am looking for. 】

Hearing that the other party was exactly the person he was looking for, He Heng didn't stop at all, and walked into the dark room with the Wangu Pill Sage holding the sword.

Secretly, when he walked to a cup of tea, the flickering candlelight of an oil lamp lit up in front of him, and then he entered a room full of herbal medicines, and saw several books and herbal medicines spread out on the table beside the desk. "Related books, and a copper pestle used to grind "medicine".

Wangu Dansheng walked in front of him, tidied up the things on the table, then looked at He Heng and said:

"Why did you come this time?"

He Heng didn't even think about it,

"For number one."

Hearing this, the old man in front of him suddenly chuckled twice,

"If you can pass ten tricks from your subordinates, how about letting Lai take this 'first'? And ask me a condition at will."

He Heng's eyes lit up immediately, "Does that include the unique heart formula?"

The old man nodded, "That's natural."

The purpose of holding the Zongmen Dabi this time was to call young apprentices from the five religions and six sects to compete in name, but in fact it was to find a suitable apprentice.

Wangu Dansheng has spent his whole life studying the Heart Sutra and practicing casting pills. Now that he has reached a certain level of attainment in these two things in his later years, he urgently needs an apprentice to inherit his mantle.

When the old Taoist priests were testing the contestants' morality about "enlightenment" in the Taixue Institute, it was actually the old Taoist priests who were testing them, but Wangu Dansheng who was secretly observing everyone's aptitude.

According to my observations, most of the people who came to the competition chose to memorize some great principles from scriptures and history books mechanically, but they could not combine them with the moves they used.

Most of them sound the same, let alone "enlightenment".

The reason why He Heng is attracted is because of the profound internal force displayed by the opponent's sharp sword. This sword energy seems to be disorderly, but in fact it is integrated and has no momentum, revealing a utter evil.

Wangu Dansheng has seen countless people in his life, and he has never seen a young apprentice who can show such strong strength.

Of course, after hearing the other party's last sentence "Men will affect the speed of my sword", Dansheng Wangu also scratched his head, thinking that it would be interesting to match the serious performance of the other party.

After such a comprehensive consideration, Wangu Dansheng even called the other party in.

At this time, a few little Taoist boys came in and cleared out the sundries on the side.

He Hengdang drew out his sword,

"Ten moves, right?"

thinking in my heart,

If you are Long Aotian in the realm of comprehension, no matter what the ten tricks are, it should be a big problem, right?

"That's right." Wangu Dansheng nodded with a smile, "Then we will officially begin."

The next second, he suddenly closed his eyes, suppressed the gentle look on his face, and threw out the two walnuts he was playing with.

Fast speed!

At this moment, this thought remained in He Heng's mind, and he subconsciously raised the sword in front of his chest, and swung a sword aura to block it.

At the moment when the iron walnut and the sword blade intersected, there was a crisp sound of iron objects colliding in the room,

Wangu Dansheng's move focused all his internal energy on that point, and the force generated was naturally not small. In order to catch that blow, He Heng stepped back several steps before he could catch the opponent. This move, but the blade of the sword was broken by the opponent's iron weapon, and the tiger's mouth was also a little numb from the shock.

Seeing this, Wangu Dansheng smiled and shook his head immediately, thinking that although this young man has a deep heart, he has made mistakes that young people will make after all. To put it bluntly, he lacks experience and knows how to use cleverness Four or two strokes.

Immediately afterwards, Wangu Dansheng didn't give the opponent any more preparations, and immediately used the second move and the third move...

Each round will increase the number of hidden weapons and attack speed.

In the first few rounds, He Heng could barely cope. In the sixth round, facing more than [-] hidden weapons overwhelmingly attacked, He Heng obviously became a little weak, and the cuff of his left arm was also scratched by the hidden weapons under the opponent's repeated attacks. , leaving a gash oozing blood on his arm.

Looking at the slightly embarrassed appearance of the other party, Wangu Dansheng tentatively said: "If you want us to stop here?"

It can be seen that He Heng is a piece of jade in the rough, and after ten or twenty years of practice, he will surely become a great weapon. The key depends on whether the other party has the intention to calm down and practice hard.

",continue."

He Heng reached out his hand to wipe the sweat off his forehead, and without even thinking about it, he repositioned his sword posture to receive the move.

This is a rare opportunity to restore Yan Qing'an's cultivation, maybe if you miss it, you will encounter it again.

I can give up halfway.

Hearing this, Wangu Dansheng immediately showed an approving smile,

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Seeing that the opponent's attitude is so decisive, there is no need to test it any further, and prepare to end the competition directly in the next round.

Just as He Heng blinked, he saw hundreds of extremely fast hidden weapons attacking him this time.

Grass,

Subconsciously cursed in his heart,

What's the matter with this old man?

Is this a sparring?

This is my life.

Based on past experience, He Heng knew that he would definitely have no chance of winning if he fought head-on.

In desperation, he stepped on the sword, recited the heart formula of Yujian flying, and tried to avoid the blow.

Seeing the rain of hidden weapons densely packed like raindrops was about to fall on his head, he became nervous, and something went wrong in his mind, and he turned upside down again.

At this moment, He Heng's heart was very peaceful, he even closed his eyes and "lyed down" peacefully.

However, in the next second, a miraculous thing happened,

As if predicting the opponent's move, when the hidden weapon fell in a parabolic arc, He Heng was passing the rain of hidden weapons with his sword upside down.

After seeing this scene, Wangu Dansheng on the other side widened his eyes in shock.

Witnessing the figure of the young man in front of him like a sensitive bat, seeing that the other party is closing his eyes tightly at this moment, the whole person is spinning and jumping in the air, and every strand of flowing hair is passing by the flying hidden weapon,

In the end it was unscathed.

The moment He Heng landed safely, Wangu Dansheng could not help but exclaim,

"Fear of the younger generation, fear of the younger generation."

In the final analysis, he underestimated it, and Wangu Dansheng now realizes that He Heng's actions seem to be out of order at first glance, and there is a strange energy everywhere, connected together, but it is a matter of course.

Unexpectedly, this young man in his twenties actually concealed himself, and immediately stuffed the medicine to restore the heart and scriptures into the opponent's hand, and said earnestly:

"This little friend really opened the eyes of the poor today. Would you like to join my Puritan sect and be a closed-door disciple of my Wan?"

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Hearing this, He Heng stuffed the elixir into his arms, looked at it and shook his head firmly, "Thanks to Dao's love, I now have a master, even though I was kicked out of the sect by the master just today."

"Yes, a teacher for a day, a lifetime for..."

However, before the words fell, a cold voice came from behind,

"Why for life?"

He Heng turned his head to take a look, and saw that Yan Qing'an had arrived here when he knew when. He was wearing a white Taoist robe, leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed, looking at him with burning eyes.

Yan Qing'an had a half-smile look on his face, it could be seen that he was angry or happy.

He Heng felt a "click" in his heart at the moment,

I didn't say the phrase "be a father for life" just now.