Chapter 137: You're in a hurry
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There is a big gap between himself and the fifth level, it is impossible to pass this level in a short period of time, the second or third level can try, but he doesn't want to spend all the rare time today on speed, in addition to being diligent, he also wants to try every practice, and it just so happens that there are no other disciples competing with him during this time period.
He turned and walked into the next room.
The same means entered it, and there were five stone pillars inside, and a long passageway.
Jingyang jumped and directly chose the second level, as the stone pillar retracted into the ground, the same sound of machine springs came, and he was knocked out of the shadow by the collision just now, Jingyang looked back, but this time there was no white crane wall chasing after him, and the wall was not painted with white cranes, but cats with yellow fur all the time.
Jingyang waited in place for more than ten breaths, without any movement, before he began to move forward cautiously.
The more nothing appeared, the more scary it became, and his steps were slow and slow. This practice is perception and reaction speed, and I don't know how it is tested, and no one knows what will pop up suddenly.
Jingyang crossed the junction line, but still didn't react at all, not even the sound of the iconic chain appeared, and he couldn't help but be very puzzled.
Suddenly, my feet softened, and I felt that the whole person suddenly fell, and I looked down to see that the floor under my feet had disappeared! There was no bottomless darkness and bottomless abyss under my feet.
When he fell, he hurriedly grabbed the floor in front of him, and the whole person rolled forward dangerously, so as to avoid the danger of falling.
Jing Yang exhaled a long breath, which was indeed shocking.
Before he could finish his breath, a sound of machine springs came, Jing Yang suddenly raised his head, and a stone gate fell from the top! His footsteps slammed into the ground, and the whole person rolled forward, and the stone gate smashed into the position where he was before, and a burst of dust stirred up.
There was no time to catch his breath, there was a sudden sharpness in the dust, Jingyang's expression was awe-inspiring, and wooden stakes shot out from the falling stone door, piercing the dust. Jing Yang reacted quickly, holding a wooden stake that pierced his eyebrows in one hand.
The rest of the stakes shot out in all directions.
"Bang bang bang-"
The sound of wooden stakes smashing against the wall kept coming.
His back was covered in cold sweat, and the test was much harsher than he had imagined.
Turning his head to look at the end of the aisle, Jingyang ran quickly.
Thorns pierced out from under his feet one after another, and obstacles such as side stakes and stone doors appeared, making him constantly change direction in embarrassment! Jingyang found that these things were not something that he could get rid of by relying on his running speed, as if they had appeared after careful calculation, and he had to react temporarily to dodge. And such a high degree of randomness is also destined to be different for each test.
Although it was not easy, he still successfully passed the second-level Yingzi practice test and got a reward of ten attendance points.
I still feel a little scared when I think about it, after all, those sudden obstacles can cause substantial harm to people, and a careless person may be seriously injured here. Compared to the Word Practice, the danger here is a full level higher.
Jingyang came to the Min Zi Xi room again.
The structure inside the Minzi study room is very different, it still feels like a long aisle, but it is four or five times wider than the first two study rooms, and the height is four or five times higher, it is an obviously artificially designed rockery.
He still chose the second grade, and when he finished choosing, the structure of the rockery also changed to a certain extent, and at the same time, seven bright pearls appeared on the top. Red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, a total of seven colors.
Jingyang didn't understand the rules here for the first time, so he stood in place and observed the rockery. The rockery crosses the road in front of you, and the rockery is placed here with a height of four or five zhang, proving that you must pass this test by means of climbing, but this rockery is very complicated, and below is a black abyss that does not know the depth, Jingyang has to choose the route carefully.
The choice of this cliff route could not be chosen in a moment and a half, he couldn't help but observe it for a while, and during the time he was thinking, one of the seven pearls was extinguished.
"The time when the seven pearls go out is the time when I pass the level?" Jingyang secretly thought, no longer thinking about it, and no longer caring whether the route he chose was the most suitable route, and hurriedly began to climb.
Finally groped out a route, and when he climbed up, he found that the mountain road ahead was also extremely harsh, and the road was full of simulated cliffs and cliffs, as if he was really on the top of an extremely treacherous cliff. He had to go through various jumps, climbs, flips to pass this test.
Licking his lips, he scrambled forward.
While flipping through a cobblestone that was smooth and had no place to stay, he fell, into the endless darkness.
It was as if he had passed through a strange formation, and by the time he opened his eyes, he had returned to the starting point again.
"It's hard. Jing Yang shook his head, he had indeed experienced too little of this type of test.
Give up decisively. He turned away and went to the next room.
"Child, why bother for a while, it is estimated that no one will compete with you today, so if you don't dislike it, come and eat a steamed bun." Bai Lao held two steamed buns in his hands and walked towards Jingyang.
Very simple words, very simple deeds, as if Uncle Wang, who sells baked cakes on Lumeng Street, is asking himself if he wants to eat baked cakes. Here, Jingyang has listened to too many arrogant words from too many big people, and when he hears an ordinary sentence like an old man that only an ordinary old man would say, he can't help but have a strong sense of intimacy.
Jingyang looked around and found that there was indeed no one else here. And now the sun is shining, and it seems to be noon.
Looking at the old man's face illuminated by the bright sunlight like a folded porcelain plate, and then looking at the white-flour steamed buns, Jingyang felt that he was indeed hungry. didn't shirk, took the steamed bun from Bai Lao's hand and took a bite of it, chewing the steamed bun and said vaguely: "Thank you." ā
Bai Lao smiled and said, "Working so hard, as an elder, it is also appropriate for you to eat steamed buns." ā
Jingyang swallowed the steamed bun, and the old man thoughtfully handed him the water as well. Jingyang glanced at the old man gratefully, took the water and took a big sip.
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Jingyang sat in the small thatched hut of the old white man and looked inside the house. The structure of this room is simple, there are only rows of bookshelves inside, and there are books on them, which are like all the savings of Bai Lao, shining with a unique light in this four-walled room.
Of course, Jing Yang would not think that Bai Lao was poor, so it was impossible for a cultivator to be poor, and it was even more unlikely that a cultivator in the Nine Swords Sect would lack money, and the reason why he was so humble was just because he liked it.
Jingyang looked at the rocking chair that Bai Lao was sitting on, and then looked at Bai Lao's peaceful face, and said, "How many years have you been here?"
The old man's body swayed with the chair, and he said pleasantly: "I have been here since I was twenty years old, more than fifty years. ā
Jingyang was in a daze, compared to his age, the number was extremely vast, and said: "The predecessors have worked hard. ā
"Nothing hard work. People say that there is no fight with the world in the Nine Swords Gate, this sentence is not true, there are many fights in the Nine Swords Gate, but if you say that I have no fight with the world, it is completely correct, the world can not fight with it, there is nothing to worry about, and naturally there is nothing to work hard. ā
"No quarrel with the world...... Jing Yang muttered, he was a little yearning for these four words of life, but unfortunately the four words of no quarrel with the world could not have anything to do with him, what he did was to fight with the world.
"It's good to have no quarrel with the world, you young people are too good at fame and fortune, and you won't find out until you get older, and the so-called fame and fortune are actually nothing more than that. The old man said.
Jingyang wanted to prove that he was not such a person, and said: "Not necessarily, it is also possible, it is something else that cannot be let go." ā
"Whatever the reason, chasing fame and fortune is asking for trouble. Bai Lao said indifferently.
"But there are some troubles that I have to face. Jingyang sighed.
Bai Lao opened his eyes, glanced at him, and said, "You are a very cute child. ā
It was the first time Jing Yang had heard such a description of himself, but it was nothing strange to say it from the mouth of such a respected old man, and he smirked at the old man.
"Your name is Jingyang, right?"
Jingyang was stunned and said, "You know me?"
The old man glanced at him, "Who in the Nine Swords Sect doesn't know you?"
Jingyang smiled awkwardly, thinking that some of his arrogant actions had caused this situation.
"I don't know what you're anxious about, but you're in a hurry. The old man suddenly spoke.