Ren Kongwen frowned and asked, "May I ask who you are?" ”

"Don't you know who I am?" The other party raised his eyebrows, "I'm your apprentice." ”

"My apprentice? Lu Zichen? Ren Kongwen shook his head in disbelief, "Impossible, my apprentice is not like this." ”

"How much do you know about him?" The other party asked rhetorically.

Ren Kongwen opened his mouth and found that he couldn't seem to speak.

He knew that his apprentice's food was delicious, and he also knew that his apprentice was good-looking, had a high cultivation talent, and was usually very serious and hardworking, but the rest didn't seem to be clear.

The other party saw that he was silent, sneered, and said, "So you don't know anything, how dare you conclude that I am not Lu Zichen?" ”

Ren Kongwen said a little unwillingly: "At least he won't talk to me in this tone." ”

"Okay." The other party shrugged his shoulders in compromise, suddenly softened his voice, and said warmly and respectfully: "Master, hello." ”

The other party's tone and demeanor were completely Lu Zichen, and Ren Kongwen kept telling himself in his heart that he was not his apprentice, but it was too similar!

How can there be two people in this world who are so similar?

Thinking of this, he suddenly reacted, he was now on the ninth floor of the heart refining room, and he was being tested by not knowing what subject, so the other party must be fake.

After the firmness was fake, he faced this person a lot more naturally, and at the same time he was thinking about why this person appeared?

What kind of test is this?

"Judging by your expression, you still don't believe I'm your apprentice?" The other party changed positions in the chair and became more lazy.

Ren Kongwen nodded and said, "That's right, you are not my apprentice. ”

"Why are you so adamant that I'm not? Because I'm not being disrespectful? The other party asked.

Ren Kongwen thought about nodding, paused again, thought about it carefully, shook his head and said, "No, it's not because it's disrespectful to me, but because I feel like I'm not close." ”

The other party nodded, "Then do you like my character?" ”

"Huh?" It was a bit of a jump, but he replied, "It's fine." ”

After listening to this, the other party stood up and clapped his hands and said, "Okay, the leisure time is over, and now the official ninth layer trial: the pain of loneliness begins." ”

Ren Kongwen was stunned when he heard this, what was going on? Why is there such a module as leisure time?

But he didn't expect that the trial of the ninth layer was really what he had guessed before, so wouldn't it be easy to clear the level?

It's kind of fun to think about him.

At this time, the scene changed, and he saw that he had actually returned to his home on Earth.

There was no change from before he left, but Lu Zichen was not there, only himself. Looking at the empty living room, he remembered the discomfort he had before.

But then he thought that this was a test, and he had to work hard to adapt!

Moreover, the practice itself is a lonely road, and the company of others is mostly temporary, and this kind of companionship can only be on weekdays, and the key part of the practice can only be silently passed by oneself.

He cheered himself up and was ready to start writing, and then strive to become an immortal as soon as possible. If you are lucky enough to be able to break through in the trial, you will have more certainty of rescuing the apprentice.

But unfortunately, the computer can be used, not the Internet. I went out to find an Internet café and couldn't find it, and he was the only one.

It's also not accurate, there were a lot of people on the street, but everyone noticed him. He stepped forward to say hello, but no one paid attention to him.

It was as if he had been abandoned by the whole world, and he understood that this was what the man was talking about loneliness.

But it doesn't matter, he still has his own text. Even if it doesn't get published, no one will see it. But when he wrote these words, his heart was happy.

In the trial, he spent five full years, traveling the entire earth. He saw countless magical scenes, and many wonders that he couldn't believe.

I also know a lot of secrets on the earth.

He never thought that a small world would have so many colorful scenery, and he didn't know that a small world would have strange places that didn't even exist in the fairy world.

What shocked him the most was that there were actually several places in this small world that he didn't dare to set foot in. The dangers there were there, and he felt that compared to those desperate situations in the fairy world, there were no shortcomings.

How mysterious, how magnificent, how interesting!

He recorded all of these and wrote a long travelogue. He lived every day to the fullest, but he didn't forget about his apprentice.

He thought that when he saw him, he could share it with him, so that he could also know how fascinating this magical earth was.

But occasionally he is a little worried, because a practitioner can retreat for decades, and a journey can take decades, and the time span is very large.

They're used to each other, and it's not uncommon for friends to see each other again. But his apprentice is different, he was a mortal before, and it may be that he was easily alienated before they were separated from each other for a year or two.

It's been five years now, and then Lu Zichen will still face his mother with his previous attitude?

He laughed again at the thought of this, this is in the midst of a trial. He actually forgot about it, he must have been so happy in the past five years that he regarded this place as the real world.

But this is a place of trial, so what he sees and hears is true and what is false?

Maybe after he clears the customs, he can go on a tour and go on a field trip.

Thinking about him makes him happy, but at the same time wondering if this is really a trial? It's so easy, and he has saved a lot of drafts unconsciously, and he can open a new article when he goes back.

I don't know if I heard his heart, the scene changed.

He came to a room that was white all around, empty and his own clothes turned white. White top, white trousers.

He looked closely, and there was really nothing.

He couldn't write an essay if he wanted to, which made him a little anxious.

He exhaled slowly, sat down cross-legged, and began to prepare to settle down, but he couldn't get in. Whenever his spirit began to focus, it was interrupted by an attack that lightly struck his soul.

It won't hurt, but don't think about it.

If he can't make a decision, he can't write an article, Ren Kongwen is a little at a loss, what does this make him do?

Study your own techniques and see if you can improve them? As soon as he thought of it, he made a gesture and prepared to start casting spells, but found that now his cultivation was actually banned.

He doesn't need anything now, it's not a trial at all, it's like a punishment.

When he goes out, he must investigate this place and find out whether this is a place of trial or punishment.

Or maybe it's a cage here?

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was most likely a cage, and that he had nothing to gain after going through the trials of the previous levels.

Whether it is in the state of mind or in cultivation, there is no progress.

Now when I think about the trials before, I always feel weird everywhere. He remembered that he had also participated in some trials within their sect, not to mention that he had gained a lot every time, at least there must have been gains.

He looked around again and found a place to escape.

Time was constantly passing, and his mood became more and more irritable and could not be calm. I have nothing to do every day, I can't do anything I want, and I can't feel any aura in time or heaven and earth. If you want to take out the door of space, you can't get it.

This is a huge cage, and he may have to become an immortal before he can successfully get out of it.

But how can he have the conditions to understand this state now?

He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but sure enough, he was interrupted again!

It's really, so torturous!

He sat down and began to try to think. Found this uninterrupted. So he began to recall what he had seen and heard in the previous five years, and then thought about one story after another in his mind.

He began to write articles, not with pen and paper, but with his own thoughts and words.

His memory is already extremely strong, and he automatically arranges words into chapters in his mind. Then give each chapter a name.

He was not skilled at first, he was slow to do it, and he always had to start all over again.

As time went on, he got better and faster. He was immersed in it and felt incredibly comfortable and peaceful.

He closed his eyes and basked in the joy of writing. He deeply felt that writing was so interesting, and the charm of words was too great.

He wrote a lot of good articles, and then he didn't write chapter by chapter in his head as he did at the beginning.

I don't know if it's because he is proficient, as long as he sets the character traits of the protagonist, thinks about the plot of the story, and sets the emotional tone of the whole text, the rest of the flesh and bones will be automatically filled.

And then after the article is finished, it seems to become one small world after another. It didn't end because of his end.,It continues to stage a love-hate entanglement between the protagonists.。

And the direction of the story after this is not something he can control, it is their world, a very complete small world.

As he continued to create, he discovered that the small worlds generated by the novels were not the same. Some are very complete, some are missing, and some are not small at all.

He carefully studied the small worlds and found that the more loopholes in his logic in the creative process, the more the articles could not generate small worlds, while the articles with clear logic and a complete world view would generate a good small world.

He admired the small worlds created by himself, and his heart swelled with infinite pride and satisfaction. He wondered if he was only one step away from becoming an immortal?

But to be able to create a small world is generally at least at the level of the Immortal King, and he hasn't become an immortal yet?

How can you create so many small worlds?

Or is it that writing an essay and preaching is so different and powerful?