After wearing a book, I am a scumbag

The questioning stage of the Fairy Sword Fair was held in front of the Qiushui Pavilion in Baopu Peak.

A group of Xuanmen disciples dressed in various colors held wooden sticks and gradually approached the Kunwu Stone standing majestically in front of the Qiushui Pavilion.

The whole body of Kunwu stone is azure, about three feet high and three feet wide.

The side facing the crowd is as smooth as a mirror, while the other sides are jagged.The endless pale yellow light, like ripples that faded out circle after circle, quietly lingered and dissipated around it.

The illusion trial is carried out in the Kunwu Stone.

With a serious expression on his face, Zhenjun Wenqing stood in front of the Kunwu Stone, and explained the rules of the Illusion Trial concisely to the monks of the Immortal School who were looking around.

The Immortal Sword Festival is held every three years, and the rules are basically the same. Only a few monks participating in the competition are participating for the first time, but they still listen carefully.

Lin Qingzhou glanced around among the monks, as if looking for someone, and suddenly met Wen Tang's black and white eyes.

He seemed to have stared at Lin Qingzhou for a long time, and suddenly unexpectedly met Lin Qingzhou's eyes, and his silent eyes suddenly flashed bright luster.

But Lin Qingzhou just nodded lightly.

The wounds on Wen Tang's body were mostly healed, but a little mark could still be seen on the wound on his face.

Although the Immortal Sword Festival is a good time to improve your mood and test your sword, you don't have to participate. Lin Qingzhou once persuaded Wen Tang that his injuries are not healed, so he doesn't care if he doesn't participate.

Wen Tang knew that his strength was much worse than Cui Rugu's, not to mention Han Qi's, so he was naturally unwilling to give up such an opportunity and insisted on participating. Lin Qingzhou didn't say much about it.

The last time he treated Wen Tang's wound, he ignored Wen Tang's plea on the sick bed and left decisively.There was a thin gap between the two, and they were no longer as close as they used to be, but slightly alienated.

Lin Qingzhou is not a hard-hearted person.

Wen Tang was one of his few friends, and he didn't feel much better when the two of them became like this.

He thought, maybe Wentang was just on a whim. In the past, the two of them spent too long together, and Wentang always liked to cling to him, which made Wentang's brain hot, and he came up with some weird ideas. Wait for him to cool down for a while. Perhaps Wen Tang will change his mind about the relationship between people.

Shaking off the chaotic thoughts welling up in his heart, his gaze swept away without a trace, staggering the gaze that met Wentang.

He held the wooden stick in his hand, hid it in his sleeve without saying a word, passed through the crowd calmly, and walked to Cui Rugu's side.

Cui Rugu showed his skills today, he showed his sharpness, he defeated Lu Renyi from Lishan Palace, and his set of swordsmanship that combined reality and fiction on the stage quietly played people around, his face was full of pride.

He winks at Cui Ruru.

Cui Rugu's face was blank and puzzled, and he was about to open his mouth to ask.

Lin Qingzhou hurriedly motioned for him to keep quiet, and kept on doing nothing, and sneaked into Cui Rugu's sleeve with his hand pinching the lottery.

He, Han Qi and Yin Xibai are walking together, there must be a moth.

Before something bad happened, he thought he could salvage it one more time.

Holding the hand that signed the document in his sleeve, he secretly fumbled for Cui Rugu's wooden stick. He was just about to steal the day, when his wrist suddenly tightened, and he was pinched firmly by a hand.

"It's useless to change the sign."

Han Qi's slightly deep voice came from behind him, making his heart skip a beat.

At the same time, Lin Qingzhou's hand was pulled out of Cui Rugu's sleeve by him, without delay, as if eager to rescue Lin Qingzhou's hand from some dirty place.

Cui Rugu, who was not aware of the situation just now, suddenly understood that Lin Qingzhou wanted to change the lottery, and felt bitter: Brother Lin, if you want to change the lottery, just say so, what kind of sleeves are sneaking, those who don’t know think...

He hastily turned his head and said to Han Qi who was looking displeased, "I didn't, really I didn't."

Lin Qingzhou:? ? ?

Han Qi raised his eyebrows, indicating that Cui Rugu was very knowledgeable about current affairs.

"Why is it useless to change the sign?"

Although Lin Qingzhou is extremely suspicious of the plastic friendship between Cui Rugu and him at the moment, he still asks the important things first.

Cui Rugu glanced at Han Qi, and seeing that he had no intention of speaking, he said to Lin Qingzhou in a low voice, "The wooden stick is made of Langxuan wood, in order to prevent the participating monks from getting entangled in cheating with each other, there is a special curse mark on the wooden stick. "

"When you draw the wooden stick, the curse seal will absorb a small amount of your spiritual power. When you carry the wooden stick into the illusion from the Kunwu Stone, if the wooden stick is secretly dropped, the spiritual power of the wooden stick is inconsistent with the monk's spiritual power, and the Kunwu Stone will reject it. outside the door."

Lin Qingzhou suddenly realized that the wooden stick in his hand was equivalent to being bound to him, and changing it would not help.

"This is not the first time you have participated in the Fairy Sword Festival, why don't you even know about this?" Han Qi said suddenly, his eyes were deep, as if he could read people's hearts.

Lin Qingzhou's heart skipped a beat, and it was discovered that the shell was replaced with an inner core, which was also OOC.

Why didn't he know, because this was not mentioned in the book, and the specific rules of the illusion trial were all understated.

After the original owner got the same signature as Han Qi, he was overjoyed and ran to form a team with Han Qi, but he didn't engage in these dirty tricks behind his back like him.

Faced with Han Qi's deep gaze that seemed to be looking into his heart, Lin Qingzhou lowered her gaze.

"Just now, I was joking with Junior Brother Cui, and I didn't really want to exchange wooden sticks."

Han Qi took the signature in his hand and glanced at it, a gleam of joy flashed in his dark eyes, but then his eyes turned cold and his brows furrowed, "Do you not want to form a team with me?"

"Do not......"

As soon as Lin Qingzhou said a word, the voice of 233 sounded in the sea of ​​consciousness.

[Host, this is a proposition, please answer carefully. 】

Lin Qingzhou:......

Lin Qingzhou's tone paused, and he tried his best to turn the tide as he did every time before, and continued, "It's impossible not to think about it."

Han Qi's brows did not relax because of this, but the doubt in his eyes deepened.

At this time, Yin Xibai passed through the crowd and walked up to the three of them, "Aqi, it's time to enter the illusion."

Hearing the sound, the three of them looked towards the side of Kunwu Stone.

Zhenjun Wenqing finished explaining the rules of the illusion trial, held a long sword in his hand, the sword intent was like a gust of elegant wind, whizzed a few times, and wherever the sword light went, the curse seal was formed, and it slowly covered the Kunwu stone. .

A bright light broke out from the Kunwu Stone in Huodi, and a hole with bright edges gradually broke through from the smooth mirror side, and gradually stretched to the height of a person, wide enough to allow two people to pass through at the same time.

Zhenjun Wenqing withdrew his long sword and said softly, "The illusion has been opened, and the trial of asking questions has begun."

As the words fell, all the monks held wooden sticks and methodically filed into the bright breach of the Kunwu Stone, stepping in one by one, and their figures were engulfed by the dazzling light one by one.

Afterwards, on the remaining three sides of the Kunwu Stone, golden names appeared one by one, flamboyantly, like bits and pieces of gold permeating from the stone wall, slowly emerging.

Chen San Shen Chaoming

Yang Chengfei

Zhen San Duan Xiao

Bing Er Xue Feng

......

Those are the names of the monks who entered the illusion. If a monk is injured in the illusion, the color of the name will become dim, and if the monk is seriously injured and his life is hanging by a thread, the light will flash. If the monk is eliminated in the illusion, the name will disappear instantly on the Kunwu Stone.

All the monks lined up in a long line, walking towards the Kunwu Stone, looking at the names and group numbers that appeared on the Kunwu Stone, some were happy and some were sad, and the smiling ones were naturally drawn to a powerful teammate, with a worried look on their faces. Most of the time, he met a lesser teammate, or even an old enemy.

When Lin Qingzhou thought about it, Cui Ruzhi next to him cursed in a low voice, with a very unhappy expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qingzhou asked in surprise.

Cui Ruyu didn't speak, and held up his signature with a helpless expression, writing "Shen Yi".

Lin Qingzhou turned her head to look at the Kunwu Stone, only to see the bright "Shen Er" on the surface of the stone wall, in front of Lu Renyi's name, indicating the impermanence of fate.

It's no coincidence that there is no book, it's not that friends don't get together.

Lin Qingzhou was overjoyed, and Cui Rugu was also killed.

He couldn't help chuckling, patted him on the shoulder, and said teasingly, "Junior Brother Cui, God's arrangement is the greatest, and the trial will lead to a thread, cherish this fate."

Cui Ruyuan was upset, and even more irritable when he heard these words, he withdrew his shoulders to avoid Lin Qingshou's hand, gouged him out, raised his chin towards Han Qi, and stabbed back mercilessly:

"Each to each other."

The smile on Lin Qingzhou's face gradually froze: ...

Sure enough, it's plastic friendship, and the boat of friendship will turn over as soon as it says it will.

Seeing them hurting each other, laughing and cursing, Han Qi was somewhat relieved, the relationship between Lin Qingzhou and Cui Rugu was not as he had imagined.

At the same time, he was also somewhat envious.

When will Lin Qingzhou be able to treat him like he did to Cui Rugu, laughing is really laughing, and not happy is really not happy, arbitrary, smart and interesting, real and palpable.

Lin Qingzhou didn't know, even if his eyes narrowed when he was teasing people, and the smile on his face was malicious, it still moved Han Qi's heart slightly.

That was the scenery he couldn't see on his face before.

Han Qi looked at Lin Qingzhou's face slightly distracted, and was left alone for a long time. Yin Xibai, who was ignored by no one, frowned, pulled Han Qi's sleeves, and said softly, "Ah Qi?"

Han Qi recovered from his daze, turned to Lin Qingzhou and said, "Let's go together."

Yin Xibai was taken aback for a moment, then came to his senses, with a smile on his face, he said, "Is Fellow Daoist Lin with us?"

Seeing his expression, Lin Qingzhou suddenly became interested.

Since the fact of forming a team cannot be changed, being able to respond to Yin Xibai along the way is not considered a loss.

There was a deep smile on his lips, like a March breeze blowing through wicker, "It's really great to be in the same group as Fellow Daoist Yin."

Yin Xibai returned a smile, "My practice is shallow, and I am grateful to Fellow Daoist Lin for not letting me down."

After the two of them finished talking in vain and delusion, there were quite a few names on the top of the Kunwu Stone, glowing with golden light, on the stone wall, and there were not many monks who were still queuing up and hadn't entered the illusion.

The four of them didn't delay any longer, and walked towards the radiant Kunwu Stone. They were the last to enter the illusion.

The moment the Kunwu stone submerged her body, Lin Qingzhou only felt a burst of dizziness.

Then his body fell down with nothing to rely on, surrounded by streamers that dazzled his eyelids, like thousands of meteors passing by him.

The sky and the earth are empty, only a boundless stream of light flies by.

After falling for about a quarter of an hour, the scenery around him gradually changed.

A few clouds like cotton wool appeared under his feet, and his body was still falling unstoppably.

Passing through the floating clouds, one can see houses with scattered eaves, lush green forests that block out the sun, rolling hills, and monks who are as small as ants.

Gradually falling, Lin Qingzhou's doubts deepened.

The buildings under your feet can be seen more clearly as the distance gets closer.

The vast Guiyuan Hall stands solemnly, and the Qiushui Pavilion soars into the clouds. In front of the Su Pavilion, there is a green Ruomu forest... He even saw the wandering mind?

Huh?

Could it be that he passed through the illusion and returned to the original place?

In the original book, there is no detailed description of the content of the triple trial of the illusion. Now, Lin Qingzhou is a little confused.

With suspicion in her heart, Lin Qingzhou looked around, but there was no one.

Entering the illusion, the streamer is like a huge wave, and several people have been washed away.

Lin Qingzhou stabilized his figure, summoned his sword to sing the snow, and rode his sword to ride the wind, heading towards the Qiushui Pavilion in Baopufeng.

Putting his sword back on the ground, he leaned on the sword and looked, only to see the azure Kunwu Stone still standing silently in front of the Qiushui Pavilion.

However, there is no one in front of Kunwu Stone.

The monks entered the Kunwu Stone for the trial of inquiry, and the monks who did not participate waited outside the Kunwu Stone with their swords. The elders of the various sects of the Xianmen would not leave either. road.

Lin Qingzhou was full of doubts, and raised her foot to walk towards Qiushui Pavilion.

Suddenly, a thick and heavy sound like a mountain collapsing came from the blue and distant sky.

"Illusion trial, ask three thousand questions."

"Cultivating the Tao is like sailing against the current. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Today is better than yesterday."

"What happened yesterday is like death yesterday, what is done today is like being born today."

"In the world of comprehension a year ago, where were you, and how is your Taoism cultivation compared to today?"

"The first mission of the Illusion Trial is a single-player mission. Find your past self and kill yourself."

"All the mission targets in the illusion are images based on the real cultivation of monks from various sects of the Immortal Sect a year ago."

"Cultivators of all sects, please follow the rules of the trial. If you accidentally injure a trial monk, or accidentally kill the images of other characters in the illusion, they will be directly sent out of the illusion. The monks who succeed in the task will be directly sent to the second illusion. Good luck to all the immortals .”

"The first illusion trial begins."

The heavy mountain-like voice faded away, and a few golden traditional characters slowly appeared in the void in front of Lin Qingzhou's eyes.

"Qingxu Sword Sect, Baopu Peak, Qiushui Pavilion"

With landmark hints?

Lin Qingzhou: ...

Kill yourself a year ago.

Cutting off the past, this questioning trial did not expect to be so profound.

Lin Qingzhou didn't wear books a year ago.

Lin Qingzhou from a year ago is the memory of the original owner.

As far as the force value is concerned, there is naturally no problem.

Not to mention this year, he has made significant progress in the month since he passed through the book.

Lin Qingzhou thought about it in his heart, Yu Jian wandered away towards Chengwu.

It was mid-afternoon at this time, and the original owner should rest in the room or meditate.

Qiushui Pavilion is not far from Ling Xiaofeng's travel center, and Lin Qingzhou arrived with a few breaths of his sword.

With the sword dropped to the ground, he stood still in front of Chengwu Youxin.

Two clumps of green bamboos are familiar in front of the courtyard, swaying in the breeze.

The two stone lamps in front of the door seem to have less moss on the blue stone pillars.

He stepped into the courtyard, the flowers and trees were flourishing like today, and it was also the weather in March in Yangchun.

Fortunately, the flowers and trees in the illusion are not real objects. Although the flowers are abundant, they can't smell a trace of fragrance, which saves him from the pungent fragrance of flowers.

He stepped lightly, wanting to jump up to the roof and Jiewa to investigate secretly.

Suddenly, a familiar deep and cold voice sounded at the gate of the courtyard.

"Stay, Master calls you to go over."

When Lin Qingzhou heard this, she froze and turned around to look.

A slender figure stood at the gate of the courtyard, extremely familiar.

I saw Han Qi dressed in black clothes, with sharp eyebrows and eyes staring at him coldly.

This is Han Qi from a year ago.

Lin Qingzhou stabilized his mind, planning to deceive this unexpected visitor who disturbed his mission first.

He opened his mouth, just as he was about to speak, a soft voice came from Lin Qingzhou's room.

"Brother Han, are you looking for me?"

As soon as the voice fell, the monk in white who looked exactly like Lin Qingzhou walked out of the room and leaned on the door frame.

His brows and eyes are peaceful, his eyes are clear, and there is an unconcealable joy on his face.

That's the look in the eyes of a person who sees joy.

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