At first glance, this last mountain seemed to be indistinguishable from the two previous mountains, but when you got closer, you could see that the third mountain seemed to be shrouded in a white mist.

The rest of the examiners climbed the last mountain one after another.

As soon as they stepped on the mountain road paved with thousands of bluestone slabs, everyone discovered the strangeness of this mountain.

The white fog obscured the eyes of the examiners, and if they barely looked through the fog, they would find that there seemed to be more than one road ahead, but several looming roads, and every time they went up, the path in front of them would change, and the branches of the forks would increase, and there were already dozens of roads in front of the examiners.

When someone doesn't know how to choose and wants to walk with their companions, they will be surprised to find that at some point, there is no one around but themselves, as if they are the only one left in this third mountain. Each examiner entered a different parallel dimension.

...

In the secluded hall in the mountain behind Fuhu Mountain

The old Dao, who was dressed in black and white Taoist robes, looked at the scene projected in the bronze ancient mirror, and said with a smile, "If the first mountain tests perseverance, and the second mountain tests courage, then this third mountain tests the Dao heart.

The path of seeking the Tao is boring, long and difficult, and it is often not those who are gifted and talented to the end, but those who are tenacious. The more tenacious the Dao heart, the more they can explode with great potential in the later stage. ”

The old man who was dressed in broken sheepskin on the side nodded and agreed: "Brother Ge is right, speaking of which, the fish under your door was also mediocre at the beginning, and the first round of qualification was only thirty zhang of light, and when he entered the inner mountain, several of our other old guys were not optimistic about him."

Or Brother Ge, your eyes are like torches, you can see that this kid has an extraordinary Taoist heart, and you accepted him as a closed disciple, and now you have really become the first one among the original group of disciples to break through to the Bitter Sea Realm. ”

Wearing a black and white Taoist robe, the old man surnamed Ge couldn't help but show a look of pride when he heard his old friend praise his closed disciple like this, and said: "Yuhui, that kid is really good, and the peerless science of Tai Chi Yin and Yang Shuo can be regarded as a successor, but it's time to accept a disciple to inherit your mantle, Brother Gu." ”

Hearing this, a trace of despair flashed on the old man's face, and he responded: "Our heart and path have extremely high requirements for the Tao heart, and it has been passed down for several generations, and I don't know if it will be broken in my hands. ”

Lao Dao, surnamed Ge, comforted: "This year's batch of disciples performed quite well in the first few rounds, and I think it will be no worse in this last round, and there should be a few people with extraordinary Dao hearts." ”

"That's right. Let's see if there are any good seedlings for my line this year. Hearing this, the old man surnamed Gu softly agreed, and continued to pay attention to the trends in the world of the picture scroll.

...

At this time, in the world of the picture scroll, Yan Fang had been forced to separate from Mo Sisi, groping his way out in the vast fog alone.

"No, why are you back to this crooked neck tree. Yan Fang frowned and looked at the crooked neck tree in front of him that he had seen five times, puzzled.

At first, when he saw this crooked neck tree for the second time, Yan Fang thought that it just happened to be similar to the one he had encountered before, and he didn't pay much attention to it, after all, he couldn't see the whole picture of the tree in the fog.

But when he met this tree again for the third time, Yan Fang faintly felt that something was wrong in his heart, so he marked the tree with a sharp stone.

Sure enough, it didn't take long to see the crooked-necked tree with three shallow scratches on its torso again.

Yan Fang didn't continue to move forward, but leaned on the trunk of the tree and began to think about a way to break the situation.

After all, Yan Fang is a time-traveler, from the earth that has experienced the era of information explosion. In his previous life, Yan Fang actively or passively received dozens of times more information every day than people in this world.

This can be regarded as Yan Fang's advantage, so that he can test and learn from the experience of his previous life when thinking about problems, have a more open mind, and try more different methods from more angles to break the game.

But at the same time, it is also his disadvantage, compared to the aborigines of this world, it is difficult for him to feel this world so purely, and the memories of his past life will always interfere with him intentionally or unintentionally.

"At first, there was only one road when I first went up the mountain, but later there were more and more forks in the road, and the people around me couldn't see it, and it can be seen from the fact that the things encountered by the assessors who chose different forks in the second mountain just now were almost the same, and it was impossible for the assessment of Fuhu Mountain to select disciples through this kind of pure chance and luck.

This shows that so many forks in the road that appear out of thin air should be a blind eye, and most of the roads are actually going back, but I don't know it, and I can see it from this crooked neck tree that I have seen several times. ”

Yan Fang calmly analyzed.

"If you want to find the real way up the mountain, you have to break these obstacles. ”

Yan Fang began to walk forward again, and soon encountered another fork in the road, and this first fork in the road branched out into seven roads.

Yan Fang stood in front of the fork in the road and closed his eyes. Since everything in front of you is a trick, there is no need to look at it. Yan Fang began to feel the purple gold copper bowl in his body, this spiritual artifact could calm his impetuous heart, and better feel his heart, so as to truly integrate with this heaven and earth.

In the process, he seemed to have a heavy dream.

In this dream, the mountains and the fog were gone, replaced by boundless darkness, and he became a butterfly in this darkness, flying aimlessly, as if he would never get tired and never see the end, like a boat floating in this dark sea.

I don't know how long he flew, but he began to get tired of the journey with no end in sight, and began to want to see what kind of butterfly he was, he could feel that he had a pair of light wings and a slender body, and a pair of antennae, but he couldn't see what kind of colorful colors nature had painted on his body, because there was darkness around him.

He looked hard, tried to look at his fluttering wings...

I don't know how long he flew, and he didn't know how many times the pair of dusty wings fluttered in the dark, but finally he could see a touch of red, which was not real, it was very dark, but he did see a second color in this dark world besides black.

He turned his head to look ahead, and saw that the road ahead was no longer dark, and there was an exit with a faint white light, and it was from that white light that made him see the red on his wings.

Instead of flying aimlessly, he was flying towards the exit that shimmered with a faint white light, and as he got closer to the exit, the white light projected became more and more intense.

The faint red gradually began to become clearer, he saw vermilion, then orange... As he was about to reach the exit, he finally saw the full color of his wings.

To be exact, it is a compound color, gradually lightening from the tips of the wings to the part close to the torso, at first vermilion, then orange-red, and finally yellow... There are also beautiful black patterns on the wings.

He flapped his beautiful wings and flew towards the exit that was close at hand.

...

"Ahh

A sharp pain woke Yan Fang up from his dream, his right foot seemed to have hit something hard, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a quaint stone tablet in front of him, with a heart word engraved on it, Yan Fang hurriedly looked around, and found that he had climbed to the top of the mountain, the fog on the top of the mountain was very light, and when he looked up, he could see the second mountain behind him.

Yan Fang was a little stunned, he just tried to calm his heart and become one with this heaven and earth, but he unconsciously had a strange dream, he became a butterfly in the dream, and when he woke up, he was already on the top of the mountain.

He stood on the top of the hill for a while, saw no one else, and set out on the way down.

It is also strange to say, there is no fog on the way down the mountain, the fog is very light, similar to the top of the mountain, and there are not so many forks in the road, there is only a bluestone paved road down the mountain, and there is still a little moss on the bluestone slab, which is a little slippery.

After walking the hundred-step stone road, two iron doors suddenly appeared in front of him to block the way, the iron door was painted with red paint, and the doorknob was a majestic bronze lion with two copper rings in their mouths.