Ning Shu walked to the table with the wooden token in front of the stone path, observed it for a moment, and held one in his hand.

He ...... If you're not a cultivator, how can you climb the tower?" said a student under the corridor in disbelief.

No one answered his question, because there was no need to answer at all, and in their eyes, the classmate who had his back to them in the wind and snow lit up with a purple glow, mysterious and bright.

"How can he be a cultivator?!" Xu Caiqi leaned against the pillar, his face was pale, he had already retreated from the injury caused by forcibly breaking into the stairs of the tower, and his face couldn't help but be even more ugly when he saw such a scene at this moment.

"How can he be a cultivator, he obviously doesn't know how to practice, he obviously didn't even take the second subject of archery, he obviously can't even remember the content of the books on the second layer of the Tianya View......"

Yuan Youtao listened to Xu Caiqi's muttering as if he had lost his soul, and remembered the arrogant posture of this Huling Country student over the past few months, so he threw the last bit of sympathy for his injury to the tower, so he snorted disdainfully and said, "Will people practice and need to tell you specifically?"

Absent from the initial exam, absent from the random exam, and distracted from the end of the world every day, he looks very low-key on weekdays...... Such a person is actually a cultivator who is hidden among the crowds?

What's more, Xu Caiqi remembered what he had said in front of Tianyaguan that day, as well as the bet with Jin Weiqi, his brain was blank, and he suddenly had a feeling of being united and deceived, and his cheeks overflowed with shame, looking at these hateful people in front of him, he trembled his fingers and couldn't speak for a long time.

"You just rest, look at Ning Shu's tower with peace of mind, and then do what you should do!" Yuan Youtao laughed and patted Xu Caiqi's shoulder, expressing sympathy and concern.

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Ning Shu looked at the token in his hand that had become purple because it was infused with the magic will, pinned it to his waist, and walked slowly along the way, walking through the stone path as if enjoying the scenery, and came to the tower gate.

Feeling the gaze behind him, there was familiarity, and unfamiliarity, more of a curiosity, thinking of this, he turned around and bowed modestly and politely to the top of the stone lawn, and then turned around and entered the tower.

Daoist Shangshu Ji Xunli looked at Ning Shu's back as he walked into him, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Master Shangshu knows this student?" Shangguan University Scholar asked curiously, just now he had roughly heard about the various deeds of this student named Ning Shu in Taifu from the gentleman next to him, and he couldn't help but be interested.

"Don't say it, don't say it. Ji Xunli did not hide the smile on his face.

Looking at the person in charge of the Divine Dynasty's management cultivators, the Shangguan University Scholar pondered for a moment, suddenly remembered something, and then lowered his voice and asked, "Isn't this young man the young man in His Majesty's mouth?"

"A teenager is naturally a teenager. "Ji Xunli is still selling Guanzi.

The sergeant of Shangguan University breathed a sigh of relief, but still hesitated and said, "Is there a possibility of a miracle?"

"If the concept of running a school in Taifu is good...... Ji Xunli said with a smile: "We have to see if this young man can create a miracle again." ”

The demon clan on the side was stationed and looked at the whispering two, and it was not good to listen to anything more, and they couldn't help but feel a little strange in their hearts, thinking that it was possible that the gods wanted to turn the tables with a stinky child?

The wind and snow outside the tower are still there.

In the tower, however, it was a different story.

Ning Shu had never been to the Meditation Tower, so he was not familiar with the environment inside, but he had heard Tong Tong say that in addition to cultivating on the second floor of Tianya Temple, the eight sons of Tianya had to come here for the rest of their time to receive guidance from gentlemen, and it was said that this was a very suitable place for cultivation.

The first floor of the meditation tower does not have sacrificial items such as lamp niches and incense candles like ordinary ancient pagodas, but presents a state of nothingness, in which the Dharma of different attributes floats in it, like fish swimming in a lake, of course, this can only be seen in the perceptual heaven and earth.

The Dharma meanings are colorful, and I don't know who collected these spiritual energy between heaven and earth here.

"It's really suitable for cultivation!"

Ning Shu sighed, he was not in a hurry to climb the tower, but observed the scene in the tower like looking at the scenery.

Practitioners stepping into the practice must first perceive the existence of the Dharma aura in the heaven and earth, and then turn it into their own use, these two steps are two hurdles, perceiving the world is not easy to open, everything depends on chance, just like Yuan Youtao can perceive the world when he sleeps, Li Wanqing was knocked on the head by the old professor and started the practice, and the rest of the people either have a great opportunity, or have inheritance guidance, and he himself is even more tortuous, life and death are closed, and he sat for seven days before embarking on the practice.

Since the disappearance of the ancient heavenly court, humanity should stand, and the aura and magic between heaven and earth have become more and more mixed and scarce, so it is even more difficult for practitioners to find the right Dharma for themselves.

No wonder the eight sons of the end of the world can have rapid improvement, there are so many Dharma intentions in this tower, coupled with their own talents, and the teachings of the gentlemen of Taifu, it is difficult to break through.

However, these Dharma intentions are a little chicken for Ning Shu, except that he has cultivated to the Wangsheng Realm, not to mention, when he stepped into the cultivation in front of the small building of hatred, he used the fifty strings in his hand as a carrier to communicate and perceive the heavens and the earth and the body, and did not take the ordinary path of cultivation, and his Dharma intentions except for the purple mist carried by the fifty strings themselves, the clear light behind the eyebrows was more like pure aura, and there were no attributes at all.

The staircase leading to the second floor of the Meditation Tower was just a few steps in front of him, Ning Shu thought for a moment, converged all the fluctuations of his legal intent, and stepped on the stairs.

There was no difficulty, just like a normal upstairs and downstairs, his feet stepped on the wooden stairs, the towers on both sides were lit with lights, and wisps of aura floated past Ning Shu as if he couldn't see anyone walking on the stairs.

The stairs gradually rose and decreased as the steps progressed, and the token on Ning Shu's waist emitted a soft purple light, and his body was higher and higher than the bottom of the first floor of the tower, reaching the second floor.

The second floor of the meditation tower is another scene, there is no magic aura drifting away, and instead of a reference person standing in front of the stairs frowning and thinking.

For Ning Shu, a latecomer, some people showed surprise, and some people just glanced at it lightly and continued to look at the stairs.

The staircase is ordinary, but the fact that these practitioners are unable to move forward is a testament to its extraordinaryness.

Looking at the brilliance of the surface of the ancient tower at the promenade before, except for a few people on the second floor, the rest of the people stayed on the second floor, presumably trapped by this staircase.

Thinking of this, Ning Shu looked at the ordinary staircase.

Previously, he had guessed that there would be something in this tower that could trap these cultivators, but when he looked at it this time, he didn't expect that it would actually use Dao patterns.

The purple qi in Ning Shu's pupils surged, and the stairs in his eyes were no longer ordinary, there were golden lines on the stairs, and they were like flowing liquids, covering the entire staircase surface.

Although these lines were not a means of attacking to kill the enemy, they were a good obstacle to everyone's advance, and he didn't know how people who climbed to the third floor and above walked through, but it was clear that he couldn't ignore the past as if it didn't exist.

Otherwise, these cultivators from all over the world would not be trapped here like students who are stumped by tricky math problems.

The Dao pattern is a kind of magic circle that uses the magic aura between heaven and earth as ink, and outlines it according to a specific line, Ning Shu has seen the record of this spell in the small building of Lihate, and he used the method of copying the spell on the wings of the purple butterfly in that Huangquan world.

Just as he was thinking about how to pass quickly, a cultivator dressed like a butcher carried the pig-killing knife in his hand and waved it in the void, as if he was performing a set of mysterious knife techniques, and walked up the stairs while swearing on his lips.

"Fuck, a little kid can walk up with a picture, and I don't believe I'm better than a kid......! I'll hack again, I'll hack you to death......"

Ning Shu heard the butcher's vulgar self-talk in his ears, looking at the ripples that seemed to be rippled by the golden lines, and the pig-killing knife in the butcher's hand was the oar, which was actually cut by the butcher to open a road that was passable.

The ripples that had been split were restored the moment the butcher walked up, and there was no trace of any damage.

"Interesting. ”

A monk who looked like a first-grade monk of Yunmeng Kingdom sacrificed a long hammer, held it in his hand, and stepped forward like the butcher, and smashed it down, a flash of brilliance...... It was then bounced up, and along with the monk, it was shocked to the stone wall on the opposite side of the staircase, leaving a miserable figure and revealing a passage in the crowd.

The purple light in Ning Shu's hand flashed, and he took back the fifty strings that had been summoned from the center of his eyebrows, and then stepped on the stairs covered with patterns from the path that everyone had left behind.

The golden lines passed through the soles of his feet, then extinguished, and then lit up again after he walked by, and under such a flickering and uncertain situation, Ning Shu stepped onto the third floor of the meditation tower.

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Something that suddenly appeared always attracted people's attention, both inside and outside the tower, and the shocked look of the cultivators standing at the bottom of the stairs could not be dissipated for a long time when this person appeared to be so relaxed about going upstairs again.

The stone lawn outside the tower or under the promenade watched the purple brilliance stop on the first floor, then stop on the second floor like most lights, and then move away from the colorful brilliance to the third floor.

When he stopped on the first floor, someone showed a mocking look.

When I stopped on the second floor, there were people who didn't look like that.

When I stopped on the third floor, those emotions were swept away.

There are three floors in the tower, and the scenery is different and the mood is different.

The same is true inside and outside the tower.