The discussion in the teahouse continued, but the conversation was too scattered, and although some information could be sorted out, it was still difficult to establish a clear impression of the cultivators of this era.

"I'll have to ask someone." Lin Tuo thought about it, and heard someone in the teahouse say goodbye and get up.

After a while, a tea guest who had read most of the books walked out with his hands folded and walked towards the nearby alley, as if he was going to return.

Lin Tuo's heart moved, and he jumped up.

A moment later, in the middle of a long alley.

The reader, who was humming an inexplicable tune, suddenly felt that his shoulder was clasped by a strong hand, and he turned around blankly, and looked at the stranger in the cloak behind him in horror:

"You...... What are you going to do? ”

"Is it convenient to ask something?"

"Inconvenient?"

"Huh?"

"Convenient...... What do you want to ask? ”

……

……

Twenty minutes later, in the study of the mountain.

Sitting in the chair and closing his eyes, Lin Tuo, who seemed to be asleep, opened his eyes and saw that on the desk, there was already an extra porcelain bowl at some point, and the lid was still buckled, and a pair of bamboo chopsticks were neatly placed next to it.

Opened up, there was a bowl of hot somen noodles sprinkled with coriander, a few flakes of oil floating on it, and two eggs lying on it.

Apparently sent it by Huaxi, probably because he saw him "sleeping" and didn't bother.

Lin Tuo was indeed a little hungry, picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, and sighed in his heart:

In addition to reading, Huaxi seems to be quite talented in other fields...... Well, I feel that I have the potential to become an exclusive chef......

Eating noodles, Lin Tuo put away these messy thoughts in his mind, and while eating, he thought about business.

Through inquiry, he already had a basic understanding of Shengguo's situation.

Similar to the description on the run log.

The so-called "Qin Tianjian" is an official organization of monks set up by the imperial court of the Great Shengguo, which regularly passes examinations, recruits "prison students" from all over the country, cultivates them internally, and then fills them in the local or military positions of the Shengguo.

Martial arts grades are set up in-house.

The lower ninth grade is the lowest, and the previous grade is the highest.

Generally speaking, those who can be admitted to Qin Tianjian have basically reached the eighth grade.

However, the division of the entire system is somewhat unclear, and it seems to be calculated based on comprehensive data such as strength and speed......

"It feels a little similar to the one that Yangcheng Slim Hall is making......"

Lin Tuo smacked his lips and swallowed half an egg.

The highest official position of Qin Tianjian is "Jian Zheng", and generally speaking, the lowest level also has the strength of the upper three grades, which is enough to guard the capital and prevent the demon clan from attacking.

At the same time, he also learned that compared to demons, human coping methods seem quite monotonous.

What is passed down within Qin Tianjian is a set of refining methods compiled by Wang Tiefu, the leader of the Demon Slaying Army, more than 600 years ago, when the Sheng Kingdom was still a vassal state.

Over the past 600 years, although there have been several changes, the basic idea has not changed.

Most of the human monks are cultivators, swallowing the vitality of heaven and earth, blessing martial arts, and using them to fight the enemy.

"Could it be that in the past hundreds of years, humans have not comprehended skills similar to spells?"

Thinking about the information he had gathered, Lin Tuo couldn't help but mutter.

Well, it should be like this, if there is a spell, the scholar will not fail to mention it......

However, Lin Tuo was not too disappointed, referring to the No. 2 sandbox, the mastery of spells by humans itself is a long and accidental process, and it is impossible to say, among them, there is also the "credit" of the "nuclear explosion" in the wasteland......

Although there are similar "spells" in this world, it seems that it only belongs to demons, thinking about it this way, demons and evolutionaries like Huaxi, Hathaway are obviously more similar.

Moreover, the spell itself is not what he needs now, in comparison, the martial arts grade cultivation in this world is very similar to his current situation.

It is also the absorption of ether, and it is also the blessing of martial arts.

This made Lin Tuo have a lot of expectations for the martial artists in this world.

"Well, after eating, I'll try the strength of the peak martial artist of Sheng Guo, I hope you won't let me down." Lin Tuo swallowed the remaining half of the egg and secretly made up his mind.

As for the goal...... He had already decided.

That is the previous generation of Qin Tianjian, the "prison official" who has stepped down, the protagonist of the storyteller's story.

It is also the strongest cultivator on the continent in today's era, a first-class martial arts sect - Wang Xundao.

……

……

Different from the real point in time, in the third sandbox, it is summer at this moment.

On the continent, everything is in full bloom, and it is the time when the vitality is the strongest, and the weather is the hottest.

The Dasheng Dynasty was located in the center of the continent, and the capital was located in the north-central part of the Shengguo.

It is the largest male city in the mainland.

To the east of the capital, more than ten miles away, stands a beautiful peak.

This is the so-called Higashiyama.

The scenery of Dongshan is beautiful, adjacent to the royal garden, and there are few people at the feet.

On the mountain, there is a piece of classical architecture, pavilions, bluestone paving, clear springs, if the season is right, there are clouds and mist, shrouding the top of the mountain.

It is a good scenery near the capital, but it is a pity that few people dare to approach it in Pingsuli.

Because the entire capital, and even the whole world, know that this Dongshan is inhabited by the strongest martial realm master on the mainland.

At this moment, under the bright sun, next to a waterhole, in the pavilion, there are two people sitting opposite each other playing chess, and in the distance, there are a large group of palace guards standing quietly.

A person in the pavilion was dressed in a bright yellow robe, extravagant, about forty years old, and was actually the emperor of the Dasheng Kingdom.

The other person, an old man, was simply dressed in a short blue and white robe, his beard and hair were white, but his eyes were clearer and more chilling than the pool water on the side.

"Smack. His Majesty's chess strength has become more and more sophisticated, and he is invincible. Suddenly, the old man smiled and conceded defeat.

On the other side, Emperor Sheng Guo smiled bitterly and said, "Wang Shi is making fun of me again, this release of water is too obvious." ”

"Haha," Wang Xundao smiled, "Your Majesty has a lot of opportunities, naturally there is no reason to spend your mind on this, you must know that chess is like cultivating martial arts, only by concentrating on one, can you improve." ”

After saying this, the number one martial arts master in the mainland suddenly felt a shock rise in his heart.

Concentrate on one ...... This is indeed the creed that he has relied on to become famous for most of his life, but at this moment, it seems somewhat ironic to say it to the emperor opposite.

Thinking about it carefully, since a few years ago, he left Qintianjian, faded out of the capital's vision, and came to Dongshan to live in seclusion, so that he could meditate, concentrate, and seek a breakthrough in cultivation.

But in the past few years, how can I "concentrate on one"?

It's just that this seems to be another unsolvable problem.

From hundreds of years ago, the legend of the original "demon slayer" passed down the Taoism, the monks rose, and people finally mastered the way to swallow vitality, and obtained the ability to fight against demons and gain a foothold in this world.

Over the past 600 years, generations of "demon slayers" have also been trying to seek breakthroughs and open up a "great road to heaven" for the world's monks.

However, from the unification of Dasheng and the founding of the country to the present, the way of cultivating martial arts seems to have come to a standstill.

Countless amazing and brilliant people have been stuck on the so-called "level" of Yipin, and there is no inch of progress, and they can only make up for it through quantity.

However, numbers are not the way to go.

Wang Xundao came from the founding of the Dasheng Dynasty, and he was the fastest promoted monk and the most talented.

He was pinned on high hopes that he could break the bottleneck of "refining the body" and find a way to the top of the first grade.

He also thought he could do it.

But it wasn't until he finally set foot on the upper realm of Yipin, and cleared the clouds, that he finally realized how majestic the wall above his head was.

No matter how much he wants, he can't be shaken.

This once made him wonder if there was still a "road" ahead, perhaps, a product was already the end that human beings could reach.

In order to seek an opportunity to break through, he even traveled all over the country, fighting with monks from all walks of life, and even stepped into the wilderness, fighting with the demon clan transformation powerhouse, but he never succeeded.

In the end, he even simply announced to the world that he was offering a sky-high reward and openly seeking challengers, however, who would dare to challenge a first-class martial artist?

As a result, this so-called "battle" has not been handled by anyone for more than ten years.

Later, when he left Qin Tianjian, on the one hand, he was old, and more importantly, he still wanted to find a quiet place and think about it carefully.

But ask yourself, is the so-called "hidden cultivation" another kind of escape?

Thinking of this, the smile on Wang Xundao's face disappeared and he sighed deeply.

On the other side, Emperor Dasheng knew the crux of his heart, but he didn't know how to persuade him, so he had to change the topic and say:

"By the way, when I came to Dongshan today, in addition to distraction, there is another matter. This summer's martial arts exams are about to begin......"

"Don't go!" Wang Xundao pulled the chessboard and said.

Emperor Dasheng smiled helplessly: "As long as you show your face, you can go back, Qintianjian martial arts examination is the world's attention, and every person with a heavy weight is in charge, which is always a little less meaningful." ”

Wang Xundao raised his two slender white eyebrows, and looked at the nominal Jun opposite, and the disciples and friends in private were about to refuse again.

Suddenly, at this moment, as if sensing something, his expression moved slightly, and he turned his head to look in the direction of the mountain.

Immediately, I only heard a slight noise coming from there:

"Who?"

"Stop him!"

"How did he get in?"

In the midst of the noise, I saw a figure in a black cloak stepping up the mountain unhurriedly on the mountain road.

Behind him, on the long mountain road, the royal guards guarding the foot of the mountain and the strong men of the Qin Heavenly Prison were hurriedly chasing up along the mountain road.

They were not afraid that the emperor would be in danger.

Because everyone knows that next to the saint today, Wang Xun Dao is standing.

In this world, there is no one who is the opponent of this first-class martial artist, people can't do it, and neither can demons.

All they were worried about was the charge of disturbing the Holy Driver.

In addition, there are many doubts:

In front of everyone's eyes, the entrance to the mountain road was tightly blocked, how did the man wearing the cloak quietly break through their blockade line?

However, before this doubt could be answered, everyone heard a thunderous voice coming from the mountain:

"Who are you?"

It was a first-class Great Martial Sect, and Wang Xundao was asking.

Just one word made people's hearts palpitate, and their blood surged, and people almost subconsciously stopped, raised their heads, and looked at the top of the mountain with reverence.

Then, they heard a clear, gentle voice that swept over the Dadong Mountains like a spring breeze:

"Are you Wang Xundao? I've heard people say that this place is a competition, well, I'm here to challenge. ”