Everyone stared at it, and saw that what the old man had found and put on the table was something like a small round mirror.

With just one glance, a knowledgeable person can tell that this is a magic weapon.

Pei Ye also probed from a distance, and saw that such a thing was framed with black metal, but the polished and smooth part in the middle was not copper or silver, but faintly visible and hazy, like jade and not jade, and it was impossible to tell what it was for a while.

"Normally, this is for sword cultivation, but you can all try it, as long as it's about three or five breaths." The old man smiled and pointed at it, and motioned for the waiter to take it to the middle of the field and prop it up, "You can play without cultivation, it's better to be bolder." ”

Compared with the caution on the side of the martial arts, in fact, the Wenchang side was more eager to try, but as soon as they heard the last sentence, many people sat down with unchanged faces.

The martial arts side also hesitated for a while, the first time to play is a good opportunity to show your face, but it is also easy to make a fool of yourself, especially the so-called "bolder" is even more muttering.

Zhao Zhang, who was on the side, suddenly smiled and said: "Lord Sui, I also practice swords in my spare time, and I also have a realm of two lives after practicing over the years, why don't you let me try it first, in case it reaches the standard of the Sword Cultivation Academy."

Sui Zaihua laughed: "Please feel free." ”

Zhao Zhang rolled up his sleeves and strode forward, his steps stiffened while walking, but he listened to the old man behind him instructed: "Go and hold Lord Zhao." ”

At this time, after all, he couldn't retreat halfway, Zhao Zhang walked to the middle of the field and took the mirror from the waiter: "This. How do I use it? ”

"Lord Zhao stands still and looks directly at the mirror, and then introduces true qi along the texture of the frame."

Zhao Zhang didn't have four lives, and his true qi couldn't be injected into other things, so he asked a martial artist to help activate it.

Then Zhao Zhang stood in front of the mirror with his hands crossed, looked at the palm-sized mirror in front of him, and when his eyes touched the mirror, he suddenly felt in a trance, and he felt out of his body for a while, which made him take a step back.

He immediately shook his head and looked away from the small mirror. Looking back, I wanted to smile awkwardly at Lord Sui and his colleagues, but when his eyes moved over, his face suddenly turned pale, and his whole person stiffened and froze.

Empty.

I don't know when it was already night, the cold moon, autumn trees, and the bleak sky covered everything, except for the depressed wind and the creeping yellow leaves, there was nothing on the heron viewing platform.

Zhao Zhang also forgot what he was doing.

I forgot who I was and where I was.

The uneasiness of the emptiness enveloped him strongly, and in the silent space, he was alone and helpless, and the moon was slowly obscured by something.

Unable to think of anything, he didn't know anything, and he looked around, desperate to find a fulcrum—even if it was anything as familiar.

And in the midst of this situation with blue lips and white lips, suddenly, he saw a long strip of something glowing with a faint moonlight appear in front of him.

Sword.

The concept popped up in his mind.

He immediately pounced and shook it, and as soon as he got his hands on it, a faint sense of familiarity flooded up, and his heart suddenly settled a little.

He had forgotten whether he had ever practiced the sword, and he had forgotten to think about it, only the moment he got his hands on it, those intuition buried in the deepest depths brought a less solid reliance and stability to his mind.

He was a little more grounded, and was about to think about something, when suddenly, the moon disappeared completely.

The cold wind and fishy smell spread from behind and encroached on the entire Egret Viewing Platform.

He turned around blankly, and the face behind him was torn apart by the Quartet, bursting into extreme horror, he raised his arm to cover his face, screamed, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground.

Everything went dark.

"Lord Zhao! Lord Zhao! Lord Zhao"

Someone was shouting in the darkness, Zhao Zhang opened a pair of blank and frightened eyes, and all the memories came back to his mind, intertwined with the remaining loneliness and dazedness, and he was clearing the cold just now out of his mind.

"Oh me." He looked up, the ground was sloping, the people were sitting upside down, and then a force lifted him, and everything was put right.

He turned his head to see that it was the warrior who had activated the magic weapon for him.

At this time, Zhao Zhang completely came back to his senses and figured out his situation - the small mirror was still quietly propped up a zhang away, and after he glanced at it, he panicked backwards, and then collapsed to the ground.

“.” Zhao Zhang took a deep breath and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead before looking around and smiling reluctantly, "This person is really embarrassed." ”

Naturally, no one ridiculed him, and they all tacitly diluted it, and they would never migrate to the courage of the assassin.

And Zhao Zhang could only smile bitterly.

The feeling brought by such a magic weapon is not "fear" can be described, it is by no means simply scaring you, it is indeed as the old man said, it is a real state of mind test.

Zhao Zhang admits that he is not a cowardly person, on the way to Beijing to take the exam in his early years, he really saw blood, and he personally held a knife and fought with bandits, otherwise he would not have heard the old man say "It's better to be bolder", and wanted to give it a try.

But this is not simply throwing a person into danger to test his courage, but stripping away everything and going straight to the inner test.

Even if he throws Zhao Zhang into the den of thieves who are slaughtered by others, he will not lose his calmness and courage to resist, because in his fifty-two years of life, he has had too many cold sweat Cen Cen experiences, from fighting evil bandits to being in charge of a state, his identity and memory will give him enough calm and support, even if he is unarmed, he knows that he is standing higher than these bandits who can only kill people and set fires, he can try to get out with his wit, and even if he fails, he will try to maintain the dignity of a state assassin.

But not in this little mirror.

It isolates everything from the pure "me" in the depths of your heart, then puts only a simple sword for you, and finally, puts in a colossal and absolutely invincible fear.

This is the so-called "Kenshin's question".

How tenacious you are in the purest form, and what can you face when you hold the sword.

Of course, Zhao Thorn History can be in danger, but that comes from the identity of "Thorn History" and the resources that can be mobilized, and from his confidence in his skills and experience.

It doesn't come from his heart, and the sword he touches occasionally.

Zhao Zhang smiled and arched his hand, without explanation, and there was nowhere to explain, he patted the dust on his body and went back to the east field.

"Lord Zhao Zhang, you have lost your sword." The old man reported the results with a smile.

Zhao Zhang walked back and smiled: "Lord Sui is not kind, such a scary thing, lie to me and say that it is a game." ”

"It's wronged, this is indeed a game thing in our sword courtyard." There was some innocent fun in this adult.

Zhao Zhang shook his head and sat down with a helpless smile.

At this time, Sui Zaihua opened his mouth to explain: "You have all seen it, after Lord Zhao looked at it, the mirror surface was muddy and impermeable, which was for 'arrogance'. Then the amber was silent, which means that Lord Zhao held the sword of the state of mind, but then the black matter was pressed, and the mirror surface was occupied without the slightest hindrance, which meant that Lord Zhao was captured, that is, the so-called 'lost sword'. ”

Pei Ye, who was watching the whole process, knew exactly what he was talking about, first of all, this was a small double-sided mirror, like an iron ring enclosing a jade plate. And the moment Lord Zhao looked at it, the whole person was completely still, and at the same time, the so-called "amber" in the mirror moved instead.

It was as if the jade plate liquefied, and the swirl turned into a solid yellow turbidity, and after only one breath, the turbidity gas was still, as if it was liquefied and solidified again. After that, a fierce and deep black suddenly invaded from the bottom of the small mirror, completely covering the small mirror in an instant.

At the same time that the entire small mirror fell into darkness, Zhao Zhang, who was still standing, suddenly panicked, staggered back, and collapsed to the ground.

The old man's voice continued: "'Sword Heart Zhao' has four states: turbidity, clearness, brightness, and emptiness, which reflect the mental level of the illuminated person, corresponding to [Qi Qi], [Xiang Jing], [Holding Heart], and [No Change]; According to the degree of black matter invasion, there are also four layers: [Lost Sword], [All Emperor], [Non-Invasion], and [Myojin]. ”

"These four layers of state of mind are said to come from the Zhuangzi, which is obtained by the Dao Qi Society from Yunlang Mountain, and is used to define the critical heart of sword cultivation." The old man continued, "[Courage] refers to a person who bravely responds to danger when faced with danger. ”

"It's like, 'I'll fight with you.'" Zhao Zhang said with a smile on the side.

Then he smiled and said: "Yes, just now Lord Zhao is arrogant and lost his sword, if you want to try it, you can come up." ”

Hearing that there were so many levels, and Lord Zhao was the lowest level, it really stimulated many people's desire to try - after all, everyone was not only a second life, but also for twenty or thirty years, they had been practicing swords, even if they couldn't meet the standards of the Sword Cultivation Academy, everyone was looking forward to testing their level.

After all, it is a very new thing, even if it is just used as a talking point, it is also an extremely rare one.

Sure enough, someone came up soon, it was a young dart master, four students, and he was also the stable choice for the top 16 of this year's martial arts competition.

This person can infuse true qi on his own, but he doesn't need assistance, he came to the stage and saluted, then his eyes fell on the mirror surface, and gently pressed the frame.

For a moment, the body seemed to be pulled out of its soul, stiffened and did not move, and then the jade color of the mirror turned into turbidity, and then froze, and the black curtain swept up.

"Ahh With a short, soulless scream, the young dart master collapsed to the ground again.

Now the whole audience was silent, and only the sound of the old man stroking his palms and laughing sounded in the east.

The swordsman of the fourth life, and the civil official of the second life, behaved exactly the same in front of this mirror, which can only show one problem - neither of them has reached its minimum threshold.

If it's a toy, it's for older kids too.

Immediately, someone stepped forward again, this time it was a disciple of Baizhu Pavilion, it could be regarded as a serious sect, and he was more than thirty years old, and his face was calm.

"Uncle Zhu." Li Yiqing obviously recognized this person, and turned his head to the young man and said, "He is still known for his stoicism." ”

This person's temperament did seem to be much more reliable than the young man just now, and everyone ignited some hope and stared at it.

The man walked up slowly, stared at each other, and then poured gas, and then the jade mirror turned yellow and then black, and the man also lost color and exclaimed—no less than anyone just now.

He staggered back, but fortunately, although he also staggered, he finally did not collapse again.

It is precisely this small progress that has aroused the desire of many people to challenge, and people began to step forward, and even lined up in a team of two or three people.

Then there were nearly twenty people in succession, including Kuang Rong and Chu Nian, as well as several elite disciples of Bai Zhu and Qijiao, but there was no difference in the performance of this small mirror, only the repeated first yellow and then black, first yellow and then black, and then the tester fell to the ground in terror.

Gradually people are a little skeptical - no matter who goes up, will this mirror really have a second performance?

But after all, a few real masters, that is, those who have locked the top four, have not yet played, and people have set their sights on the array of the three factions.

Pei Ye was about to stand up with a "snap", but the girl reacted very quickly and held it down. Then she looked at Shen Qi, who was looking at her, and nodded.

"Don't worry, let's find something out before you play." The girl said.

The two chatted for a few words, but suddenly heard a small exclamation from the scene, and the two looked at it, it turned out that after Shen Ji touched it, the mirror changed for the first time.

It's still yellow, it's still the black curtain that invades, but this time, it's not irresistibly consistent. The woman stood still, the dark curtain in front of her still staining the mirror, but it was much slower, as if she was being resisted by something.

Just now, the old man's language crossed people's hearts - all royal!

Is this the Imperial Palace?

However, this situation did not last, only about a fifth of the way through, and the invisible resistance seemed to suddenly collapse, and the black curtain once again resumed its rapid advance, and within half a breath, the mirror was completely dark.

Shen Qi staggered back with a pale face, but she didn't scream and scream, nor did she fall to the ground.

People couldn't help but look at the old man.

The old man smiled faintly and announced her results: "Courage and loss of sword." ”

There was no comment, and even a sentence of "good" was not worth it.

This makes people a little discouraged in their hopes, but the next one on the field will lift the spirits of everyone on the field - a long and jade son stood up on the white bamboo mat, who is it not Zhang Mozhu?

This is the true legend of the five lives, a proper choice for the top four.

Can he make some new changes in Xiaojing?

The corners of Zhang Mozhu's mouth seemed to be forever smiling, he carried a long sword at his waist and held a folding fan, walked up, and saluted gently. Then, without further words, his gaze rested on the mirror, and he lifted a hand that seemed to hold a pen more than a sword, and pressed it against the frame.

In an instant, the jade was circulating, but disappointingly, it was still a heavy turbid yellow, but then, the picture that had just been revealed on Shen Qi's body appeared again.

The black matter that came up was like a quagmire, slowly moving upward, and unlike Shen Qi's time, it had already passed one-fifth, and the resistance exerted on it still did not disappear, and the speed of this black matter was even slower than Shen Qi's then.

Continue to slowly ascend, quarter, half, three-quarter. It wasn't until four-fifths of the way that the black matter suddenly swooped, and the defense finally collapsed, Zhang Mozhu gasped heavily, and staggered back a few steps.

There were voices of regret on the field.

"Lost your sword." Sui Zaihua said, there is still no superfluous evaluation.

Zhao Zhang smiled helplessly and sighed in his heart.

In fact, his face was already a little hot, the so-called "outstanding people", but twenty or thirty people couldn't even cross the first threshold of a thing, and he began to feel that the letter was indeed a little "beautiful".

I only hope that Shang Huaitong can indeed hold up some Bowang façade.

And at this moment, there was some movement of figures moving on the other side, Zhao Zhang turned around, but a young girl in green clothes stood up from under the shadow of the tree, it was Li Yiqing of Cuiyu.

If it's Bai Yuliang, maybe it's okay. Zhao Zhang smiled at her, tilted his head to the old man beside him, and said, "The only true inheritance of Cui Yu among our three factions is still very young. ”

However, the old man's hand holding the teacup next to him paused for a moment before continuing to bring it to his mouth. Putting down the teacup, the old man's eyes moved to the girl, and it was another meal.

"What a clear child." The old man said.

(End of chapter)