Due to the trial activities, Wang Zhengde readily gave Jing Yingrong a day off and also nagged a lot of precautions related to the trial.
Ji Yanzhu: "Li Chengkong said that people will become verbose after having children. It's true."
Ji Sha Jian: "You don't have a lot of words even if you don't have children."
Jijie Pen: "Yan is just more lively."
Ji Sha Sword: "...When can you speak to me?"
Ji Jie Bi chuckled: "When you are reasonable."
The sea of consciousness is also very lively today.
Jing Yingrong came to the square.
She came neither early nor late, there were not many people in the square, and there were still people arriving one after another.
After the time was up, several elders with advanced cultivation in Taichu Temple cast spells at the same time, teleporting away all the disciples present.
Everyone's eyes flashed, the scene changed instantly, and what appeared in front of them was a scenery as beautiful as a dream.
The fine white sand spreads out from under your feet to both sides, surrounding a smooth and clear lake. The lake is so wide that the other side cannot be seen with the naked eye. The lake surface seems to be still. Even if the breeze blows, it will not ruffle the lake water. The skylight and cloud shadows are reflected in the lake, which is bluer and whiter than the sky above. It is integrated with the sky and is breathtakingly beautiful.
There were low exclamations from the crowd.
The elders who led the teleportation were all meditating and adjusting their breaths. Taking so many people to teleport at once was too much for even them.
It was only then that the elder in charge of the outer sect told everyone the place of trial and the content of the trial.
This is the inheritance place set up by Venerable Kuangbing, not far from Taichu Temple. This lake contains various inheritances left by Venerable Kuangbing, but in order to obtain the inheritance, certain conditions need to be met.
During the half-month trial, how much inheritance and benefits can be obtained depends on each person's ability.
After half a month, a repulsive force will be generated in the lake, and the monks in it will be expelled and return to their current position.
After the elder in charge explained the specific rules, the amateurs led by several other elders also arrived. Along with them were several direct disciples, Huo Xiumao among them.
Huo Xiumao held a young child by the hand. Judging from his expression, this was not an easy and fun task.
Compared with when they first arrived at Taichu Guan, this group of amateurs had undergone some changes. The young children are more energetic, and almost all the teenagers have grown taller, with a vague aura of spiritual power on their bodies.
"Oh, that person is a person who has transformed into a god." Jijiebi said with a hint of surprise.
Jing Yingrong looked at the direct disciple walking at the back.
It was a young-looking woman with ordinary appearance and medium height. The other direct disciples were all dignified and elegant, but she was the only one with her hair tied up extremely casually and her clothes loose. Her whole body was leaning on an amateur boy as if she had no bones. Her eyelids were drooped and she was yawning continuously.
The moment Jing Yingrong looked over, the woman suddenly raised her head, raised her eyelids, and looked directly at Jing Yingrong's gaze, her gaze was like lightning, radiant.
Jing Yingrong didn't shy away, looking at her calmly and frankly. The woman wrinkled the tip of her nose, a trace of doubt appeared in her eyes, she drooped her eyelids again, yawned, and looked into the mirror with a silly and careless smile.
After the elder in charge announced the start of the trial, as everyone stepped into the lake one after another, the unusual features of this lake began to emerge.
A person standing on the lake will not sink without using spiritual power or magic. And when the footsteps fell, the small splashes and the ripples proved that this was indeed water.
The first people to react to such abnormal phenomena were not the disciples with cultivation skills, but the group of children.
The two young children held by Huo Xiumao broke free from his hands and ran and jumped happily on the lake.
Huo Xiumao covered his face in pain.
Hearing the noisy children's voices coming from behind, the monks silently quickened their pace.
Jing Yingrong followed a few steps and heard a "bang" from behind. When she looked back, she saw that the woman just now fell to the ground, spread her hands and feet into a "big" shape, and fell asleep.
The elders present turned a blind eye to the woman's behavior, and no one stepped forward to reprimand her.
Ji Jie Bi smiled and said: "Yes, it's another prickly head."
Ji Yanzhu: "Has she been poisoned? There are a lot of red spots on her neck."
Ji Sha Jian: "Is it a birthmark?"
Jing Yingrong: "It's a hickey."
Ji Sha Sword: "..."
Jiyanzhu: "Oh!"
Jijie Pen: "Ahem."
As we got further away from the shore, everyone gradually dispersed. There are no roads on the lake, so people can only choose one direction to walk.
Jing Yingrong was walking and suddenly stopped.
A wave rose from the lake in front of her, and a drop of crystal clear water slowly rose from the wave.
Jing Yingrong quietly watched the water droplets rise, letting them sink into her eyebrows.
A weak and timid voice sounded in her sea of consciousness: "You...Hello, um, your spiritual power is controlled very well, because you didn't leave any traces on the water, it proves that your spiritual power is There is no leakage. So, um, I will teach you this 'Shisui Mingxin Jue', and you... you have to learn it hard."
Then, a piece of information about the magic formula appeared in the mirror's sea of consciousness.
Jing Yingrong looked at the others and found that others would produce large or small splashes and ripples when they stepped on the lake, but she did not.
The surface of the lake she walked on was still smooth.
Although the voice was just a residual consciousness left by Venerable Kuangbing Wen Youshui, and it dissipated on its own after passing on the spell, Jing Yingrong still said "thank you" with his spiritual consciousness.
After walking for a while, Jing Yingrong saw Shu Pinghui half-kneeling in front of her, with one palm pressed against the lake.
Jing Yingrong asked aloud: "What are you doing?"
"Rong Rong."
Shu Pinghui greeted Jing Yingrong with her free hand, and then said: "This lake is so weird. My spiritual power and consciousness can't penetrate it. I don't know what's underneath."
As she spoke, Shu Pinghui pressed her palm into the water. The water barely covered the back of her hand, and she could no longer press it down, as if she encountered great resistance.
"You see, I originally planned to go to the bottom of the lake to have a look."
Jing Yingrong stared at the lake for a while, then suddenly said: "Attack it with all your strength."
"Attack?" Shu Pinghui was stunned, thought for a moment, and said, "Okay, I'll try, you stay away."
She stood up, crossed her arms in front of her chest, and shook her wrists quickly and evenly.
Jingle bell bell bell…
A pair of golden bells made a clear and urgent sound, and the majestic spiritual power swept away in all directions with the sound of the bells.
The lake where Shu Pinghui was standing suddenly turned into waves, shattering the sky, clouds and shadows.
The waves caused the water to rotate, and within a few breaths, a bottomless whirlpool appeared at Shu Pinghui's feet.
Shu Pinghui was stunned when she looked at the whirlpool, and subconsciously turned to look at Rong Rong in the mirror and said, "Rong Rong, this - ah!"
Shu Pinghui let out a cry of surprise and was instantly sucked in and swallowed by the whirlpool.
