Xu Yang sat down steadily, dressed in light green like a pine.

He first carefully looked at the jade pen and golden paper used for writing on the desktop in front of him, but did not immediately take the pen. Because he didn't know how many words he had to write down or what words to write properly.

Xu Yang looked at the situation of the other people around him and found an interesting scene.

The first yellow-shirted boy who rushed to the square and sat down to write.

He couldn't control the jade pen in his hand at all, let alone write it. Holding the pen with both hands is as hard as moving a mountain, sweating profusely, exposing the green tendons, wah-ya-ya screaming like killing pigs to cheer himself up, but the final result is so tired that he vomits blood.

In the other place, a trial disciple dressed as a Taoist was located in front of Xu Yang's left.

This Taoist disciple looked quite cautious. He carefully sacrificed dozens of yellow Taoist talismans, and then put out a three-foot-long peachwood sword with a red slurry mouth on the surface, and finally sprayed three soul blood blessings from his mouth.

After a complicated set of Taoist Fu Sword Techniques, his face was already pale, and he felt that his body was hollowed out. The young Taoist reluctantly picked up the jade pen and wrote a crooked but indiscernible character on the golden paper on the table.

But at the moment when the font that I didn't know what was written appeared, a basin of silver light suddenly erupted from the surface of the font.

The young Taoist was like a basin of ice water poured on him when his body was extremely hot. The whole person jumped and jumped and drilled around the jade desk like an evil spirit, and finally became exhausted, screamed "woohoo", collapsed to the ground like a dead monkey, and finally quieted down.

In another place, in the three rows directly in front of Xu Yang, there was a sturdy man wearing a kung fu shirt.

The strong man was a little tall, and he stood there like a small iron tower. He rubbed his hands together, and finally simply took off his shirt, revealing muscle bumps all over his body. He also has a lifelike tiger head carved on his chest.

The strong man on the naked body, holding the jade pen with both hands like tiger claws, with a brute force, when moving the pen, the bones gurgled, and the word "tiger" was written on the Jinque paper.

Suddenly, the surface of the word "tiger" was full of inspiration, and it really conjured up a "tiger" with a size of seven or eight zhang.

What's ridiculous is that this fierce tiger is like having a natural enmity with a strong man, chasing him up and down, embarrassed. In the end, he was killed on the ground by the tiger sumo wrestling, a tiger claw fist, plus a tiger tooth sword.

The strong man kept begging: "Don't bite me, don't bite me......"

The Tiger didn't listen to him at all. After a while, the strong man's naked upper body was covered with blood, the tiger head tattoo on his chest was no longer visible, his two arms were twisted into an exaggerated appearance, and the pants under his body were torn to the point that only half of his leg remained.

If it weren't for the several deacons on the side who rushed up in time to help, and worked together to cast a spell to dispel the evil tiger magic phase, the strong man would have fallen on the spot.

In addition to this, Xu Yang also observed some trialists with strong power of the state of mind. Using the power of their state of mind as a guide, they wrote a suitable font on the golden gate paper and began their successful cultivation. For example, Liu Haiyu, Guigu Zhan, Yaojun and others.

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"As Lan Xingjun, the great elder of the Yudao Sect, reminded, in the realm of Haoran, there is a thought, and what the pen touches, the gentleman will come true. Xu Yang thought thoughtfully, "If you forcibly write down the font, it will not match the power of your own state of mind, but it will backfire." ”

Xu Yang was thinking about how he was going to write words that fit his mood, but there was a gurgling drum sound in his stomach.

"Hungry. Xu Yang looked down at his stomach.

Two days ago, in order to better prepare for the trial, Xu Yang chose to skip the valley and not eat. Bigu is the most common for cultivators, but they are often assisted by Bigu Dan, or specially draw from the outside world

Spiritual power to replenish physical strength.

In the previous two days, Xu Yang did not replenish his physical strength in any way, but just sat quietly to precipitate his mood. What he was most worried about was that he was in an unstable state of mind, and he couldn't control the Yuan Demon bloodline in his body, and in his cultivation, the Yuan Demon bloodline would uncontrollably activate itself and go berserk.

"Eat. This was Xu Yang's instinctive reaction after being hungry, and he glanced at the jade pen on the table, which flickered in the light, and it seemed to be a pair of chopsticks in the pupils.

"It would be nice to have a bowl of cold water. Xu Yang whispered to himself.

Xu Yang did not hesitate to pick up the jade pen on the table, and wrote three words "cool water surface" on the Jinque paper.

His brushstrokes stopped, and he did not continue to write, nor did he put down the pen in his hand, and he was still unfinished.

On the surface of the Jinque paper, the three words on the surface of the cool water exuded colorful brilliance, and a powerful mystical force immediately fused with the power of Xu Yang's state of mind.

Cool water, that's a legendary palace-level delicacy.

A large iron pot with water to boil. Put the hand-rolled wheat flour noodles into the boiling water in the pot, and then gently pluck the noodles in the pot 20 times with chopsticks to let the noodles fully absorb the moist energy in the water. Remember, it must be twenty strokes, a little more will be aging, and a little less will be pinched.

Then, take out the boiled noodles and soak them in the cool spring water prepared in advance. Take it out, then put it in another pot of cool spring water, and then take it out, just cool but not wet.

At this time, the cool water surface is whiter than snow, and it is more fragrant than snow. It is as soft as silk, and it has just the right amount of strength than satin. It is cool like a spring, and it has a better feeling of hunger than spring water.

Served with a variety of marinated sauces, such as minced pork in jajanjang, diced pork with garlic sprouts, tomatoes and eggs, and shredded cucumber sesame sauce......

A kind of cold noodles, 100 kinds of flavors, shengjin and stomach, peiyuan solid, warm quilt on the pit, and a good life.

In the face of such a delicacy, people often say - one more bowl!

At this time, Xu Yang was completely indulged in the world's first delicacy - the delicacy of cold water. Among them, the 100 flavors brought by the marinade and the original cool and soft fragrance of the noodles are integrated, filling the tip of the tongue, the middle of the tongue, the root of the tongue, and then entering the abdomen, as if people have entered a fairyland. He completely entered a state of self-forgetfulness.

The jade pen held in Xu Yang's right hand suddenly moved again, and he continued to write three words "It's delicious" after the three words of the cold water.

The pen walks the cloud dragon, the world swims, as if accompanied by the golden sun, so uncomfortable and free. ”

The cold water surface is really delicious, the font of the big line of books, emitting colorful light, a colorful dragon shape around Xu Yang's body flying non-stop, between heaven and earth.

Six days later, Xu Yang's trial ended, and the Haoran Heavenly Vein in his body was perfectly elevated from the first grade to the middle grade realm.

Before leaving, Xu Yang glanced at the surrounding large square, and only the little monk in a white robe was left, handsome as jade.

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A small monk in a white robe sits on the jade stool in front of the jade table, steady, like an enlightened Buddha.

He glanced at the jade pen and golden paper on the table, and a golden light cast a golden light from the third golden eye between his eyebrows. At a glance, I saw through the mystery.

The little monk took his eyes off the table and said lazily: "Boring." ”

Writing or something is the last thing that the little monk likes to do.

The monks in the Golden Buddha Temple will inevitably have actions such as copying scriptures in their daily practice. But the little monk is different, he was born with the third golden eye, those complicated Buddhist scriptures are served, flip through them casually, look at them casually, not only understand every word in the scriptures, but also understand the profound Buddhist meaning in the scriptures. As a result, most of the scriptures used for transcription were taken by him

Charcoal fuel is now used to bake roast chicken.

At this moment, the golden jade monk looked up at the sky, and the colorful light ribbon in the void rolled.

But in the eyes of the little monk of Jin Yu, those colorful bands of light twisted, connected and outlined, like a constellation, carved into the shape of a big "roast chicken".

Seven-colored clouds, a roast chicken.

In the eyes of the little monk of Jin Yu, it seems that the roast chicken is more advanced, and that is the secret hidden behind it.

The little monk of Jin Yu couldn't help but tapped his mouth, and then whispered to himself: "Everything is a floating cloud, only roast chicken is the true meaning." ”

The little monk lowered his head and grabbed it with one hand, and the jade pen on the table came on his right hand.

There is no deliberate posture of holding the pen, but holding the pen with five fingers, swaying wantonly, not writing but writing "heart".

Brush brush brush brush.

The pen falls like a waterfall, and the four golden words "Fruit Wood Roast Chicken" leap on the paper. Miraculously, there was a trace of greasy rolling out of the surface of those four words, emitting an invisible fragrance.

The highest level of writing, one stroke is true, probably that's it.

At the same time, the state of mind of the little monk of Jin Yu and the four words of fruit wood roast chicken on the Jinque paper are perfectly integrated, which is the best roast chicken that can only be completed by the uncle of Jiuku.

The carbon wood used in roasting chicken is cultivated for 3721 days with the technique of dead wood in spring. Cut down when the fruit tree spits out its branches and leaves, and then bears buds and buds. Then, on the third day of the thousand-year-old snow water town cellar in the ice cellar, the heaven and earth aura in it was stabilized, and then it was taken out at noon and dried in the light of the golden sun, and the best carbon wood raw materials could be obtained after fifteen days.

The main material of roast chicken, broiler chicken, must be a free-range chicken of four catties and six taels. Drinking mountain springs, pecking at grass and insects, fat is too greasy, thin is tasteless.

The broiler is on the top, and the charcoal fire is on the bottom, and the two are melted with the power of flames. Supplemented by a thousand-year-old enlightened state of mind, it controls the perfect heat.

Fruit wood roast chicken is finally a success.

The outside is charred and the inside is tender, crispy and soft, the mouth is full of oil, and the mouth is full of teeth.

For the little monk of Jinyu, being able to eat such a fruit wood roast chicken is the greatest practice, and it is also a gift from the Buddha.

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The little monk of Jinyu grabbed the jade pen with five fingers, brushed the brush, and dropped three words on the Jinque paper, which was also "really delicious".

The fruit wood roast chicken is really delicious, full of seven words, and the book style of wild grass, such as a big river and thousands of miles.

The trial space of the entire countryside was shaken, and colorful rainbow light fell from the sky.

Seven days later, the little monk Jinyu finished his cultivation, and he was the last young hero to walk out of the rural trial space.

On this day, the little monk Jinyu's love for fruit wood roast chicken increased by another point, and his cultivation of the Dharma "Prajna Great Freedom Formula" broke through to the seventh level.

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Scholarly door, the first stage of the trial, the rural trial ended perfectly.

There is no victory, only succession. Everyone sees in it what their state of mind depends on the most, maybe for a moment, maybe for eternity.

But there are also eighteen people whose bodies are really poor, or who are beyond their strength, who are eaten up by the power of the state of mind, and suffer internal injuries and external injuries. These people had no choice but to withdraw from the next trial on their own. Of the original one hundred and eight disciples who participated in the trial, most of them remained, a total of ninety.

Next, it was the Blue Star Monarch Great Elder of the Feather Dao Sect who personally arranged the trial steps.

Lan Xingjun stood on the high platform, looked at the trial disciples under the stage, and announced loudly: "The trial link below is to enter the realm space. But before that, there is a test to pass. Only those who pass the test are eligible to enter the trial in the realm. ”

In the square, ninety trial disciples listened attentively, full of curiosity and anticipation for the next test.