The magpie bird examination room is volleyed, covering the sky and the sun. Puff, the sound of flapping wings is in the ears, I don't feel irritable, but I feel calm and happy. Countless magpie birds, waving their wings synchronously, the wind under the wings, converging into a stream, setting off the sand and waves.

Da Da Da only heard two crunch sounds. The circular table is ten times larger, and the width of the ravine is seventy or eighty zhang. The depth is bottomless, and the spiritual mist is diffused.

"Huh?!" Dao Mu's ears moved slightly, and his eyes shone brightly, "Ah Niu, Da Zhuang, did you hear that?" and then turned his face to look at the cowherd Hou Da Zhuang.

"What do you hear?" Hou Dazhuang was half-lying, looking at the magpie curtain.

"Listen to the ghost?" The cowherd just lay down, holding a smoking gun, and didn't even bother to smoke hard.

Dao Mu looked around at the other candidates, saw nothing unusual, his eyes shimmered, and he said, "I heard the ravine, and I heard the magpie chirping." Desolate and sorrowful, those who hear it mourn. ”

The cowherd listened attentively, slapped and smoked, sometimes happy and sometimes worried. The air was full of roses, heavy makeup, and the charming shadows of the three girls appeared in Daomu's mind. When Hou Dazhuang heard it, his body and mind were bitter, bitter like a yellow lotus, indescribable, unclear, only he knew it.

"Ah Dao, thank you......" Cowherd suddenly smiled, his smile was so foamy that it would break when he touched it, "Can you do me a favor......?"

"Say it. Dao Mu didn't think much about it, and patted the cowherd on the shoulder, "How can my life get worse?"

"Thank you......" The cowherd waved his cigarette gun, and the smoke swept away, and the whole person collapsed on the chair.

It was the first time since he met that Dao Mu had seen the cowherd react like this.

"Candidates who read their names will ...... on stage"

With the children's silver ringtones, it is endless.

The sun has reached the youth, and the spirit is irritable. The magpie bird is still fluttering its wings, Rao is a magpie bird like a cloud covering the sun, and the wind is born under the wings, but it is a hot wind. Blowing hot people, blowing dry people's hearts, blowing people's brains.

I don't know when, I was sweating profusely, and the wind was drying, and it was uncomfortable. The three of them tended to be silent, either completely paralyzed, or semi-paralyzed, or with their hands spread out, sitting with their legs crossed.

On the examination platform, there are three people who are alone, and their spiritual power keeps turning their whole body, and the whole body is cold, and they are as chic as before.

It is also difficult to suffer, and it is not difficult to say that it is not difficult. Whether it is a pastoral or a dead pastor, it is based on this. It has nothing to do with cultivation, occupation, race, but talent.

The road refers to the road, and the cultivator is on his own.

The candidates either threw grain as bait, or spat out birds, or sang pastoral songs, or chanted incantations. Just for the magpie bird to put the heart wall, to give the release of the pastoral psychic a good start.

Animals are spiritual, and most of them are unruly, or look down on humans, or even misogyny. There are thousands of magpie birds, and this black magpie is the best spirituality. It stands to reason that the shepherd and the magpie are more psychic.

The idea is good, almost every candidate has done a test with a magpie bird, and the results are gratifying. The black magpies chirped, as if they were laughing at the candidates, and poured out bird droppings as heavy rain.

In the experience of previous people, candidates were afraid of avoiding the dung rain and scared away the black magpies, so that their previous achievements were wasted.

"None of them are free, the way of others. Lord Huashan shook his head, his upper and lower jaws trembled. "Pastoral, there is no fixed formula, you should never fall into the way of others. No matter how difficult it is, you must pour into your character in the pastoral path. ”

"Thank you for your teachings!" Tong Di and other sisters said in unison, I don't know how many times I have heard this sentence. It has long been integrated into their bone marrow and into their souls.

Chirp......

It's hard at the beginning, but no matter what, the hard work will be rewarded. A black magpie has responded to the candidates, falling into the examination room from the magpie curtain, and the candidates have sprinkled a handful of spirit valleys as a reward. Shi Mu channeled and commanded the black magpie to build a magpie bridge.

The candidate's own spiritual sense determines the quality and quantity of the black magpie. The quality and quantity of the black magpie ultimately determine the duration of the magpie bridge. How to weigh it according to their own ability, each candidate has his or her own considerations.

The ultimate purpose of the practical pastoral test is to test the comprehensive quality of the candidates.

The Magpie Bridge took shape, and some candidates began to step on the Magpie Bridge and walk to the other side. Stepping on the black magpie, like walking on thin ice, the heart is flustered, and there is no danger to the other side. The invigilator starts the timer from the time the candidate steps on the magpie bridge, counts the number of black magpies, and distinguishes the quality of black magpies.

Ah, a desperate exclamation. A candidate was too nervous, confused, his feet slipped and fell into a ravine, and Queqiao was scattered in a hurry because of screaming. Thousands of black magpies scattered with a lot of momentum.

A chain reaction was formed, affecting the minds of other candidates in the vicinity, and they followed into the ravine. Another magpie bridge scattered, and then affected the others around.

Those who are determined are unmoved, and the magpie bridge is solid. There are also those with a slightly worse will, who are lost instantaneously, leading to the rescue of black magpies.

In the entire examination room, black magpies chirped, snorted and waved their wings, and a sour smell of feces swept the world. provoked the cowherd, scolded and scolded, smoked and exhaled. The white smoke used as a cage, and the three of them were enclosed in it to isolate the stench of bird droppings.

"It's the same. The cowherd glanced at the examination room and sneered. "It's not a big deal. ”

"They just choose the most solid path. Dao Mu clasped his hands around his chest, put his left foot on his right foot, and shook his legs, "Conservative is conservative, it's better than taking risks, not a point." ”

"The mentality problem, it's really evasive. The mentality is not good, and you also want to become a great power of the pastor?" Hou Dazhuang bowed his body, supported his thighs with both hands, and looked directly at the examination room, "My mother often said that there is no fixed formula for pastoralism, and it is the strongest pastor to combine it with its own situation and integrate it into its own character." ”

Dao Mu looked at the Cowherd, and then at Hou Dazhuang, "Have you ever thought that in the eyes of others, we are also stupid and wasteful." ”

"Hiss......" The Cowherd took a puff of cigarette, spit out a white dragon, and poured into the cage, "Ah Dao, what you just said is not like getting out of your mouth." "Flattened lips and white eyes, disdainful and disgusted.

Smack, Hou Dazhuang slapped his thigh violently to show his approval of Cowherd's words, "Yes, I feel that the roles of the three of us have been reversed." ”

"You guys...... Daomu chuckled, "you're still too young." ”

The three of them deliberately avoided something, time was talking and laughing, and it passed faster than ever.

When I arrived at the Cowherd, I saw him swaggering on the stage, standing up with a flock of sheep, full of energy.

"It's a miracle that this kind of person has survived until now. Dao Mu couldn't help it, and wanted to press the cowherd to the ground and rub it back and forth.

Hou Dazhuang suddenly smiled shamefully, and looked at Dao Mu with strange eyes, "Ah Dao, don't talk about Ah Niu." Look, you can live until now, and it's nothing if Ah Niu can live. ”

"......" Dao Mu was choked speechless, feeling powerless, and secretly thought, "I am so difficult in the eyes of others?"

In the middle of his thoughts, Tong Di has announced the beginning.

The cowherd was not in a hurry, his right hand was spread out, and a cigarette pouch appeared, and the tobacco was rudely filled into the smoking gun. With a cigarette gun in his mouth, he smoked a cigarette while looking at the candidates from all directions, and at the same time poked out a few wisps of spiritual consciousness into the ravine.

Pop, a bubble of bird feces hit the cowherd's forehead, sticky feeling, sour and pungent. "Sure enough......" Cowherd came back to his senses, with a sad look on his face, and disappeared the next moment.

The cigarette gun is like a pen, the soot is like ink, waving and shaking, and the other side is connected, and the remaining smoke curls. "Hurry!" the cowherd snorted softly, the smoke bridge was bright, the grass and fruits were fragrant, and they rose into the air with the smoke.

Chirp......

The black magpie roared, like a tornado, spinning and swooping down like a whirlpool. The black magpie takes the smoke bridge as the bone, layer upon layer, and is arranged in an orderly manner. Although it was built for living creatures, it was as solid and solid as a stone bridge, and it looked like a black stone bridge from a distance.

"Queqiao ......" Cowherd sighed lightly and stepped onto the bridge, with waves on his face, as if in remembrance.

As expected, the Cowherd once again won the excellent results of the first class and ranked first in the gold list. Dao Mu followed closely behind, and Hou Dazhuang ranked third with balanced results.

Returning to the seat of the candidate platform, the Cowherd was unusual, only nodding to the two Daomu, and then sat down in his seat, deep in thought.

Tong Di had already read his name, Dao Mu got up, patted the cowherd on the shoulder, and strode away. Through the clothes, the cowherd can feel the wet and hot palm of Daomu's palm.

In the same position, I took the stage again, but I had a different mood. Dao Mu opened his ten fingers, and the void played the wind, just to let the wind dry the sweat of his palms.

"Let's go. "The voice of the child is falling, the candidates are moving, the spirit valley is like fireflies, and the pastoral power is like a wave.

Dao Mu slowly closed his eyes, his eyelids drooping, and he was in the light, which was equivalent to the invasion of darkness. Ordinary people will be frightened and restless, and Daomu's mood tends to be calm. The breathing is getting smoother and smoother, the ears are listening to the four directions, and the spirit is probing in all directions.

WhewW......

The murmur of the wind became so beautiful, part of the Taoist pastoral style. Peeling back the cocoon in the wind, just to find the source of the wailing sound.

"I was born in the dark, lived in the blood, bloomed in the slaughter, like the morning flower in the dawn, and the bright moon in the night. ”

"What about you?"

When Dao Mu heard this, his mind moved, and Feng'er had already taken his spiritual sense deep into the ravine.

He saw a black magpie the size of a fist, as if it had been cast from black iron. Its eyes are as deep and charming as the night, its head is upright, its wings are spread wide, and its spirit is imposing. A few white feathers on his body are like bright moonlight, showing his difference from crows.

"Me?" said Dao Muran, "I was born of blood, I survived in despair, and I was angry in killing. I was desperate, but I still loved the world. I want to be a round of tomorrow, the darkness in the depths, to illuminate the world. ”

Before the words fell, Dao Mu subconsciously covered his mouth. When Fang Cai and Wu Que looked at each other, he was actually fascinated and said something he had never thought of.

"What a pair of desperate beautiful eyes. ”

"You two, what you want, I know. ”

"You two don't know what I want. ”

"Young man, I hope you remember what you just said. ”

"The meaning of life is not how much haze you cast on your enemies. And how much wind and rain do you shield your relatives and friends? ”

“......”

Between the words, Dao Mu was carried away by the wind, and no matter how he struggled, he couldn't do it, but he was getting farther and farther away from the black magpie. No matter how you open your mouth, hysteria, the wind will wear it out.

Wow, the nine winged feathers pierced through the darkness and shattered the spiritual sense in an instant.

"With your strength, it is too difficult to do tomorrow in vain. ”

Feeling that the nine cold paths had invaded his body, Dao Mu opened his eyes fiercely. The bloody eyes have been dyed all black, as deep and charming as a black curtain, aren't they the eyes of the black magpie in the depths of the ravine?