The young man was tall and couldn't see his appearance clearly, but even if he saw it clearly, Li Xianyuan couldn't recognize it. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Everyone was paying attention to the figure of the young man, but Li Xianyuan was looking at the eighth layer. Ximen Haiyao got up and stepped onto the ninth floor. The robe is black and white, and the temperament is ethereal like a fairy

When he retracted his gaze, he glanced at the four floors. Lu Nianlei was still there, beads of sweat on her smooth forehead.

"What does the fourth floor look like? Nian Lei has been in it for three hours. The master's voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

It is forbidden for disciples to talk about the content of the nameless tower trial, and the magic weapon has a spirit. If a disciple says it, he will not want to step on the Nameless Tower again in this life.

But it's okay to tell the master who is an elder. Li Xianyuan replied truthfully: "The fourth layer is the eighteenth layer of hell. The disciple entered the hell of tongue pulling. The disciple deduced that the way the first three levels were passed might be related to the eighteen layers of hell. ”

"Hell......" Ning Jiya murmured.

There are several types of unnamed towers. For example, the enemies of the first and third floors can rely on fighting, which is a fighting level. On the second floor, it is considered Wuguan. And the fourth level of hell is trapped. Others, such as life and death, are all in the back layer of the Nameless Tower.

Fighting is the most sparse and common, and winning is considered to be passing. The content of the Wuguan varies. Ning Jiya has been getting started for a long time, and she has not heard of any time when she has been the same as before. The Nameless Tower is the most common, and these two levels are the most common. One article and one martial arts. Self-cultivation is the foundation of a monk. Cultivation is the foundation of a monk and is indispensable.

Traps are commonly found on the fifth floor or so. Such as eighteen layers of hell. The content of the trap depends on how the previous layers were passed. If Li Xianyuan relied on sophistry, he was thrown into the tongue-pulling hell of the eighteenth layer of hell.

As for life and death. Li Xianyuan hasn't met it yet, I don't know how. Just listening to the name, it's not that easy to deal with.

Thinking about this, I feel that I have been delaying for too long. Li Xianyuan said goodbye to his master and entered the tower with his sword on his back.

All the way to the fifth floor without a pause. Thousands of people sit cross-legged on this level, stretching into the distance.

Before Li Xianyuan could find a vacant place, a girl beside her suddenly stood up, glanced at Li Xianyuan, and stepped on the sixth floor.

With a vacant space, it is not necessary to search deeply, and Li Xianyuan sat in the position of the girl in front of her. The futon under his body was warm, the tip of his nose was fragrant, Li Xianyuan was a little uncomfortable, sat up slightly, and closed his eyes.

At the same time-

On the fourth floor, Lu Nianlei sat cross-legged in a corner, her eyes suddenly opened, and she breathed rapidly.

She had a fine layer of cold sweat on her forehead, and there were still palpitations in her eyes.

After a dozen breaths, the fear dissipated. Lu Nianlei realized that she had failed, stopped at the fourth layer, and couldn't help pursing her thin lips, her eyes full of unwillingness.

Just looking at the thousands of people in this fourth layer, Lu Nianlei knew how bad her ranking was. How could she endure this, which she thought highly of herself.

At this time, Li Xianyuan's indifferent appearance suddenly sounded in Lu Nianlei's mind. I felt a little better in my heart. Come to think of it, with his qualifications and strength, it will be difficult to pass the first layer.

At least not at the bottom. Lu Nianlei said in her heart, dissipated the unwillingness in her eyes, pursed her thin lips and left the Nameless Tower, and returned to Ning Jiya's side.

"Master. Walking to Ning Jiya's side, a smile was forced under the lantern.

"Don't be disappointed. Ning Ji Yamo looked at Lu Nianlei Qingsi, and said softly: "Fang has been in the first place, and he stepped on the fourth floor for the first time, and his results are very good. As a teacher, I didn't even go to the first floor back then. ”

Lu Nianlei nodded obediently, looked left and right, and pretended to be unintentional and asked, "Why didn't you see my senior brother?"

Ning Jiya showed a slight inexplicable smile: "He's on the fifth layer." ”

Lu Nianlei was stunned.

How can it be!

Suddenly turned his head to look at the list, full of doubts, his eyes quickly swept past the figures. After more than ten breaths, I found Li Xianyuan, who was dressed in a black and white Taoist robe and sat on a futon and stood still.

She didn't believe what she saw.

"Do you know what mistakes you made?" Ning Jiya's soft voice also sounded in her ears.

"You think that Xianyuan's qualifications are poor, so you don't want to associate with him. Do you really think these are teachers?"

The immature cheeks showed a little panic, and Lu Nianlei hurriedly said: "Master, I ......"

"Those who practice should be open-minded and respect each other. What's more, you are all in the same family, and you are more brothers and sisters. Ning Jiya interrupted Lu Nianlei's explanation, and her voice was soft and harmonious.

The master knows everything.

Knowing that everything was known, Lu Nianlei no longer defended, bowed her head slightly, and Nuo Nuo was pitiful: "When my disciple was in the clan, the people around me often taught me to be close to Zhu and red and black to ink. It also taught me that those who can live in it. Senior Brother Xianyuan has such qualifications, but he can all get the position of disciple in person. The disciple was really unhappy in his heart...... The disciple also knows that this is wrong, but ......"

Although it is crying, it is difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

Ning Jiya smiled: "That's why I'm going to tell you this." Nianlei, your nature is not bad, but you are just too proud. Don't be small for anyone. Even if you meet a lame beggar on the road, it is the same. How do you know that he is a traitor?"

Lu Nianlei's pretty face was complicated: "I don't know." ”

"Then let's read on. ”

……

Open your eyes and stand in the attic.

Although the candlelight on the table is dim, the window is wide open, and the moonlight is flourishing. High above the head, it is the time of the third watch.

Bright moonlight, dead silence. Li Xianyuan stood still and looked around. A little familiar, a little unfamiliar. He'd been here before, so he was familiar with it. He hadn't been there for long, so he was a stranger.

It's not anywhere else, it's the broken temple where he apprenticed to the immortal gate and rested on the road.

With Wen Ruyu.

The surroundings are the same, and things are not people. Li Xianyuan was slightly stunned, and only then did he remember that this was a trial, and he couldn't do it seriously.

At this time, the barren space outside the window is sparse, and the weeds are separated and get closer and closer. After a while, there was a knock at the door.

"Little boy, can you sleep?" the sharp ear came from downstairs.

Li Xianyuan stepped forward, stepped down the stairs, and saw the door being pushed open, and three different figures stood outside the door.

After touching the hand, the spirit sword was still there.

That's not so scary.

The figure is like an iron tower, a waist is enchanting, a rickety is like a mouse, the heels are cocked and do not fall to the ground, and it is strange to stand in front of the door.

The strong man was silent, his eyes did not move, and his head followed Li Xianyuan down the stairs: "There are guests." ”

"It's a little boy. The old woman's voice was so sharp that she couldn't distinguish between men and women.

"Tender meat with fine skin. The bewitching woman said. Of the three, she is the only one who is the most human-like, and the others are more like demons in human skin.

The strong man said, "I want the broth." ”

The old woman replied, "I'll prepare." ”

The three of them sang and harmonized, and had a brief exchange. I saw the old woman turn around and tremble on the threshold.

Click――

The foot was raised low and hit the threshold. Old and osteopathic, clicking, and the soles of the feet are turned outward. The old woman was unconscious, her body was high and low, she crushed the soles of her feet and slowly left.

The old woman is gone, but the strong man and beautiful woman are still there.

"Are you two husband and wife?" Li Xianyuan suddenly spoke.

"It's not. The strong man replied dumbfounded. He hadn't moved since he entered.

"Miss, have you ever promised to marry someone?" Li Xianyuan turned to look at the beautiful woman. What he said was a bit inexplicable.

The beautiful woman said, "No." ”

Li Xianyuan nodded and took a step forward. As if he was not afraid, he stood in front of the beautiful woman, and looked very closely: "I am very happy to see you below, if you get married, it is good to live in peace." (To be continued.) )