The Liuyun Mountain Range stretches for thousands of miles, with beautiful peaks. The legendary fairyland has gradually evolved into the current Liuyun Mountain Cultivation Holy Land with the passage of time and changes in world affairs.
Each sect and veins are distributed on different mountain peaks. Every green mountain is lush and green, the palace is majestic and shrouded in clouds and mist. Occasionally, a flying crane flies across the sky and circles the mountain peak for several weeks, making a melodious chirping sound until it disappears into the sky.
Today, Liuyun Peak, the highest peak of Liuyun Mountain, is a training place that all students dream of, and this year's major exam will be held.
Thousands of white marble steps, like a passage leading directly to the sky, lead every student to climb towards the central square of Liuyun Peak.
Shouhou and Zhang Mo climbed up the square panting, almost using up all their strength. As soon as the two stepped onto the square, they couldn't help but hold their breath and stared at the wonderful scene in front of them in stunned silence.
The huge square, with white marble on the ground, is shining brightly in the sun. One look at it makes people feel insignificant. The surrounding clouds are like a veil. In the square, there are huge unknown statues erected every few dozen feet, divided into two rows, standing face to face. At a glance, you don't know how many there are.
There are not many students coming to the square to take the exam. They are sparse. After all, today is the last day to take the exam.
The big sign of "Martial Artist Sect Recruiting Disciples" looks particularly bright under the sunlight. There are several tables in the southeast of the square. Seven teachers with "Liu Yun" embroidered on their clothes are chatting and writing. Write and draw.
"Teacher, can you let me try? Maybe I can pass it, right?" When the teacher in the disciple recruitment department heard that he was only at the seventh level, he ignored him, but Zhang Mo was pestering him like candy. Don’t let go.
"I'm just saying, you're not even qualified to take the exam, how can you pass it? You'd better just climb the mountain while standing on your head."
At some point, Ouyang Jiannan stood nearby and said mockingly, "It's surprising that this thin monkey actually broke through to the ninth level of foundation building."
When Zhang Mo looked up, Dongfang Xu was also coming from a distance, but Ji Xiaoyu didn't come, which made him feel slightly disappointed.
Zhang Mo was helpless and refused to sign up. He sighed and accompanied Shouhou to sign up. After that, they went to the examination area at the back. The content of the test was very simple and cruel, including crossing the wooden man alley and jumping over the wall.
Wooden Man Alley has been handed down since ancient times. It is a narrow passage that is twelve feet long and only one foot wide. There are 108 puppets of different shapes on both sides, a total of 216 wooden figures, lined up in a long queue, just like real people.
When a warrior steps into it, the puppet will activate, pumping its fists and palms, seemingly real or illusory, and start a series of fights with the warrior. The warriors do not need to knock them down one by one. They can only pass through this corridor within a certain time.
The wooden man is ruthless, hitting every blow with balanced force, never tiring. Warriors wear armor at vital points to avoid injury from real swords and spears.
The test in the Wooden Alley is not only an examination of the proficiency of martial arts, but also the ultimate test of the practitioner's physical limits, willpower, and calm judgment in battle.
Over the years, only 40% of the practitioners who have successfully passed this level have successfully passed this level. Therefore, this assessment is only open to cultivators of the ninth level of foundation building, because those below this level have difficulty in getting a glimpse of passing the level.
"Monkey, cheer up! Avoid attacks as much as possible, don't resist!" Zhang Mo encouraged and provided advice.
The invigilator gently pulled out the cork, and the sand grains in the hourglass began to slide down at a constant speed, marking the beginning of the test.
The skinny monkey took a deep breath and already had a plan in mind - avoid as many puppets as he could skillfully avoid. He rolled nimbly into the wooden man alley, but the first group of puppets seemed to have become spiritual. One of the puppets kicked out mechanically, blocking his way, while the other also punched him mechanically. Come.
The thin monkey knew that there was no hope of going around, so he nimbly dodged the flying kick and used the Taizu Chang Fist to deal with the puppet. He has worked hard on this basic boxing technique and is able to swing his fists with ease. The puppet also used basic martial arts skills. Every move and every move was standard and precise, but it seemed extremely stiff. Each group of puppets only launched ten attacks before retreating and no longer attacking.
The thin monkey gradually noticed the pattern and felt relaxed at first, but as he passed the twenty levels, he felt that the puppet's boxing style seemed to have increased by 20%. This is actually a common illusion among every student. It is not that the power of the puppet increases, but that as physical strength is consumed, the ability to withstand attacks feels heavier.
When he passed the fortieth level, thin sweat appeared on the forehead of the thin monkey. When he reached the fifty level, his boxing skills inevitably became slightly deformed and his steps began to stagnate. He looked up at the hourglass and saw that it was not even half time yet. This gave him some comfort, thinking that when he was exhausted, he could still choose to take a short rest.
Zhang Mo witnessed all this, and a wave of panic rose in his heart, and he was secretly anxious. The test in Wooden Lane is really no small matter. The onlookers stopped and watched every step of the thin monkey. They either nodded in affirmation or shook their heads and sighed. Ouyang Jiannan and Dongfang Xu looked at each other, with a hint of banter flashing in their eyes. Apparently they thought the possibility of Slender Monkey passing was extremely slim.
At the 80th level, a puppet swiped at him with one leg. In fact, he could jump out of the way by jumping high, but the skinny monkey was obviously lagging behind in movement and his jump height was not high enough. With a bang, the puppet swiped his calf, and the skinny monkey grinned in pain. He staggered, and his Dantian immediately became angry. He stabilized his lower body. He lowered his head and dwarfed his body to avoid a punch from another puppet. After ten moves, this group of puppets automatically retreated. This group finally escaped from danger. .
The thin monkey was not in a hurry to go deep into the next level and looked at the hourglass. He saw that he had passed 80% of the Puppet Alley, 70% of the time had been used, and there was still some rest time. The experienced students next to me began to shake their heads. The further they went, the weaker their physical strength became, and the more time they took. It was basically exhausting.
The thin monkey rested for a moment, regained some strength, and continued to pass the level, 90, 91, 92, 93 100. Time was already very tight. The thin monkey's arms became heavier and heavier. It was extremely difficult to raise his hands and legs. His breathing was like a bellows. He felt He would faint at any time, his head would be completely covered, and he would turn into a puppet.
102, 103. The skinny monkey's face has turned pale, and he feels like his whole body is filled with lead. Every lift of his palms and kicks are heavier than a thousand pounds. He really wants to fall to the ground to rest and never move again.
The invigilator shook his head. Even though there were only a few levels left, many people failed in the last four or five levels. Some even failed until the last level or ran out of time. The further you go, the harder it becomes to persevere. When you first enter the ninth level of foundation building, your realm is not stable, and you are not proficient in using your vitality, it will still be difficult to pass.
"Hold on! Monkey! Grit your teeth and think about drinking, eating meat, and it will make you feel better, and Huanglongdan." Zhang Mo shouted anxiously, "If you are admitted to the popular spicy drinker, you must hold on! Otherwise, you will have to Chopping firewood and eating chaffy vegetables every day!" Looking at the shaky appearance of the thin monkey, Zhang Mo was about to burst into tears.
"Eat meat?" This voice seemed to come from the distant horizon. The thin monkey seemed to be unable to hear, and his eyes were blurry and black. The puppet punched him, and with a bang, he broke through his defense and hit him. On his chest. The thin monkey staggered and seemed to be about to fall down in the next moment, "Eat meat! Yes, if you pass the exam, you will have meat to eat, and there is the bet!", "If you pass the exam, you can eat spicy food! I haven't eaten it in a long time. A mouthful of meat!”
"Yes, we have come to this point. We can't fail. Zhang Mo still counts on me. He has given me the Vitality Pills. I can't be a coward." Suddenly, the thin monkey's willpower fell like raindrops into the dry Dantian, and there was a drop of blood on the Dantian. With the slightest bit of energy coming out, his eyes began to clear up, his ears began to hear sounds, and although his arms were still heavy, he was now able to direct himself. Before, he felt that his body was no longer his and was completely numb.
Level 108, one move, two moves, one more move, I'll do it, I'll do it... The ninth move, the tenth move, the puppet automatically returns.
The skinny monkey rolled out and lay on the ground panting. He looked up at the hourglass with difficulty and saw that the last wisp of sand had just fallen.
"Success!"
Zhang Mo jumped up and shouted, with tears in his eyes, unable to contain his excitement.
He remembered that the last time he shed tears was three years ago, when he was seriously ill, and Shouhou braved a blizzard to go to a drug store hundreds of miles away to get the medicine he needed. Seeing the thin monkey turning purple from the cold, he couldn't help but shed tears. He sincerely hoped that Shouhou could live a better life, and entering Liuyun Mountain was the only way at present, so he resolutely gave Shouhou his only Vitality Pill.
The invigilator's surname was Liu. He nodded, smiled, picked up the pen, made a checkmark, and passed.
Ouyang Jiannan frowned: "I didn't expect this kid to be able to hold on so well without a single Huanglong Pill."
Dongfang Xu's face was as dark as water and he snorted coldly, "Don't worry, there is still one more level to go."
