Said on the three poles.

Tongyuan Valley, school field.

Fifty gray-clothed teenagers lined up in two rows, quietly waiting to be present. In the middle of the school field, a pair of sandalwood tables and chairs are placed upright. Among the tables and chairs, sat a bald old man with a sparkling face and a smile on his face. This old man is about fifty years old, wearing a purple robe, a small soft hat with melon skin, and a jade snuff bottle. Beside the old man, there were twenty-five disciples stationed in each of them, and the number was equal to the number of testers.

At this moment, the old man suddenly got up and said with a smile: "Senior nephew Chenggao, have you all arrived?" A disciple in Tsing Yi stepped out of the crowd, bowed down and said, "Uncle Bei, a total of two hundred and twelve people, all of them have arrived." Fifty people here, it's the third batch. When the old man heard this, he waved his hand and said, "Since everything is here, let's start." Cheng Gao's nephew, are you still the leader of the team today?" The disciple in Tsing Yi answered yes, walked slowly in front of everyone, and said loudly:

"The Shangqing Sect entry test, start now!" After a pause, he continued: "The first level of the entry test: physical strength. At the edge of the school yard, there are fifty bamboo baskets filled with stones, and you can carry them on your back, as long as you can carry them up to the cliff before noon, you can pass the test. If you are opportunistic on the way, or you can't go up the cliff, you will be eliminated. If there is any danger on the way up the cliff, just pull the rope, ring the brass bell on the rope, and someone will help you down. With that, he stretched out his hand and pointed to a cliff on the opposite side that was covered with ropes, and retreated silently.

As soon as the disciples in Tsing Yi walked on their front feet, the fifty teenagers rushed towards the bamboo basket like tigers out of the gate. Almost everyone has this thought in their minds: "If I get one step earlier, I can pick a light basket." ”

After a scramble, everyone had a heavy bamboo basket on their backs, and they each walked towards the cliff. Only ordinary, but the stones in the bamboo basket are piled up high, obviously much more than others. The extra many stones were squeezed into his basket when others were scrambling, either intentionally or unintentionally. I don't care about the ordinary, I silently waited for everyone else to finish dividing it, and then I stepped forward to take the bamboo basket away. The old man looked at it from a distance, his face was still smiling, but two small eyes like mung beans suddenly shot out two rays of light like cold electricity.

Ordinary people carried a bamboo basket on his back, step by step, and slowly moved to the edge of the cliff. The hundred pounds of stones in the bamboo basket weighed him down, and he could barely stand upright. However, his swarthy little face did not show the slightest look of impatience. He had already made up his mind, this test, horizontal and vertical but pretentious, if you can pass, naturally the best, said that after entering the mountain gate, there are always all kinds of benefits; even if you can't pass, don't worry, you go to apply for the miscellaneous service exam again. One or two dollars of silver a month, enough to spend.

After another moment, Pingfan only felt that his chest began to feel stuffy, and gradually even his breathing became a little difficult. What made him even more uncomfortable was that his legs were already filled with black vinegar, and they were soft and difficult to move. Sweat seeps through the clothes, sticks to the body, sticky and greasy. At this time, he knew that it was impossible for him to complete this test. Pingfan raised his head, glanced at the skyscraper, sighed softly, and decided to give up.

"Get out of here!" Suddenly, a malicious voice came from behind him. Then, a sharp pain came from his lower back. Ordinary snorted, "poof", and fell heavily. The man scolded "waste", "snapped", and spat on his face.

"Lu Da Niu, you, who are you scolding for being a waste?" Ping Fan was scolded by him, and he was furious, a carp stiffened, jumped up from the ground, grabbed Lu Da Niu's collar, and shouted unrelentingly.

"It's just a few stones, where is it like this? You are not convinced, even if you chase after it. Waste!" Lu Daniu laughed, stretched out his hand to push the ordinary, and walked away.

"Okay, you wait! I want you to see who the hell is the waste!" Pingfan gritted his teeth and said loudly.

After a rough tidying up, Ping Fan put the bamboo basket on his back and strode towards the bottom of the cliff. A voice in my heart kept shouting: "I'm not a waste, I'm not a waste!"

After walking dozens of steps, I finally reached the bottom of the cliff. After resting for a while, he waited until his body recovered better, and then he tied the rope around his waist and tied a few dead knots firmly. Taking a long breath, Ordinary grabbed the rope and slowly climbed up.

One foot, two feet, three feet......

Ordinary step by step, trembling and majestically advancing towards the cliff. The mountain wind gusted, connecting the hemp rope to the body, and it couldn't stop shaking. The rough hemp rope and sharp rocks scratched a series of eye-catching blood marks on his hands and face. The wound was soaked in sweat, and it was spicy and painful. Ordinary bared his teeth, curled up, and climbed up little by little.

In front of him, there was a huge mountain rock. This rock is four feet square, and the surface of the rock is as smooth as a mirror, and there is not even a single point of focus. Ordinary tried a few times, but all to no avail. Once, he was so hard that he almost fell headlong. The top of the cliff, less than two feet away from his body, stood quietly. As soon as he closed his eyes, Lu Daniu's disdainful eyes seemed to be in front of him.

No, I can't admit defeat? How can I admit defeat? The shame that Lu Daniu added to me, I want to get it back with my own hands!

Ordinary waved his fist, and with a "bang", it smashed into his waist. There, there is a [***] protrusion. By the way, it's the dagger that you usually use for cutting meat!

He was in a desperate situation, and suddenly remembered two words that his father had said: "There is nothing difficult in the world, but I am afraid of people with hearts." "I thought that I couldn't pass the test left and right, rather than being able to advance or retreat here, it was better to strive upward, pull out the dagger at the moment, slowly chisel two holes in the stone wall, gently put my foot on it, stepped on one hole, tried to eat it, and then stepped on my right foot, and finally counted a few feet, and then dug the hole upward. With such hard work, he was so tired that he was dizzy, and his hands and feet were sore.

Seeing that the top of the cliff was only a few feet away from the top of his head, he suddenly felt violently dizzy in his mind, and his body leaned up, and the dagger fell to the bottom of the cliff with a "dang" sound. Even the bamboo basket on his back, connected with the stones in the basket, fell to the bottom of the cliff with a "boom".

It was said that it was midday, and noon had arrived.

"After all...... Still can't it work?" Ordinary smiled miserably, his legs could no longer support him, his body was crooked, and he fell straight down the cliff. Faintly, he seemed to hear such a sentence:

"Throw this wretch out there!"