"Huashan Mountain Spirit?" Chen Luo's eyes lit up, "Huashan Mountain Swordsmanship?"
The mountain spirit smiled slightly: "What the master said is that the Huashan of this spirit is exactly the Huashan of swordsmanship."
"The master should experience the function of this spirit in person."
After the mountain spirit finished speaking, he flew up on his own and pointed at Chen Luo's forehead. Chen Luo's eyes flashed and he found himself in a wilderness, and in the distance, he could vaguely see a towering mountain peak.
"Master!" The mountain spirit appeared next to Chen Luo, "This is the fantasy space of Huashan Sword Discussing."
Chen Luo looked around and felt that this space was a bit like a dreamland of flowers.
"How did the others get in?" Chen Luo asked.
"Anyone whose mortal energy reaches the standard will be aware of it in their own spirit, and will naturally feed back the news about the Huashan Fantasy Land to the other party. The other party only needs to enter a meditative state to enter the Huashan Fantasy Land."
Chen Luo looked at the towering Huashan Mountain in the distance and wondered: "Why doesn't it appear inside Huashan Mountain?"
The mountain spirit smiled: "Not everyone can participate in the Huashan sword debate."
After saying that, Shanling snapped his fingers, and a figure appeared opposite Chen Luo, his face blurred.
"This is the essence of the mortal world." The mountain spirit smiled, "This spirit absorbs the power of heaven on its own, and will eventually transform into this essence of the mortal world in the fantasy realm."
"The strength of the mortal essence can be strong or weak. Because it is the transformation of the power of heaven, it is mainly based on martial arts, but there will also be Confucian, Taoist and Buddhist attack methods. Killing the mortal essence can increase the mortal energy."
"If the mortal spirit of the mortal spirit has ten points of mortal energy, five points will belong to the person who killed it, two points will belong to the master, and the remaining three points will go to this spirit. I will explain it later."
"The master can set the deadline for killing at will. After the time is up, only the top 100 people with the total amount of red dust energy will be qualified to appear on Mount Hua."
The book spirit clapped his hands, and the scene in front of Chen Luo changed. He was already standing in Huashan.
"The master can adjust the rules of the Huashan Fantasy Land by himself, and ultimately determine the ranking of one hundred people."
"Everyone who enters the ranking of one hundred will condense the shadow of martial arts in Huashan. In the red dust aura transformed from the essence of the mortal world just mentioned, two of the remaining three points will be made up of these one hundred martial arts. Phantoms are shared according to ranking."
Chen Luo heard the key hidden in Shu Ling's words and asked: "Martial arts ghost? Why not me?"
Shan Ling said: "Huashan Fantasy Land was originally created to stimulate warriors to compete for the first place. How can people get the opportunity in vain?"
"The martial arts shadow condenses the human energy. I need to enter the Hundreds again next time and merge with the shadow to receive the opportunity of this mortal energy."
"But before the fusion, everyone has the opportunity to challenge the martial arts shadow. As long as they win, they can fuse with the defeated martial arts shadow."
Chen Luo thought for a while and roughly understood what Shu Ling meant.
For example, during the first Huashan sword debate, Ji Zhong and Su Qianqian both entered Huashan. In the end, Ji Zhong came in second and Su Qianqian came in third.
When re-entering for the second time, Su Qianqian, who has made progress, can challenge Ji Zhong Xuying, who is still as strong as last time. Once he wins, the red dust energy fused with Ji Zhong's second place will be fused with Su Qianqian's.
Ji Zhong, if he wants to go further, he can only challenge the first martial arts shadow. Of course, if you are defeated, you can also challenge downwards, but the rewards of Hongchen Qi will be much less.
Because it is against the last martial arts ghost, it can also ensure that the truly capable juniors will come forward.
Damn it, isn’t this just ladder ranking?
"In addition!" Shanling clapped his hands again, and Chen Luo appeared on the top of Huashan this time.
Here, Chen Luo saw five light arrays, arranged in the east, west, south, north and center.
"Those who can occupy the top five positions for ten consecutive rankings will appear here to start the real Huashan Swordsmanship."
"The last bit of the worldly aura belongs to the shadow of martial arts here."
After Shan Ling finished speaking, he looked at Chen Luo, "Besides..."
The mountain spirit waved his hand, and five stone boxes appeared.
"Master can place rewards in this stone box."
Chen Luo was stunned, looking at the five stone boxes and frowning slightly.
Are you trying to steal my wool again?
If I put a grilled chicken wing in it, will I be hunted by these people?
Chen Luo shook his head, forget it, he is the backbone of martial arts after all, so if he bleeds, he should bleed.
You are already a great teacher, so you can still afford a little reward.
"When can we start?" Chen Luo asked.
Shanling smiled and said: "You can do it at any time. But when does the master plan to settle the Huashan sword debate this time?"
Chen Luo thought about it for a moment: "Three months!"
…
Night falls.
The evening breeze in Luozhou always carries a hint of floral fragrance.
The ever-lasting peonies are a unique sight in Luozhou.
Ren Ji smelled the fragrance of flowers and sat alone on the eaves of the inn, looking at the stars in the sky. He thought that he had walked thousands of miles without knowing it, and a smile appeared on his face.
A few days ago, he followed the grandfather and grandson into Luozhou. The old lady insisted on thanking him for saving his life and took him to live in the house for a few days.
The little girl became more and more uncomfortable. She blushed as soon as she saw him. She turned around and ran away before she could say a few words. Then a group of people burst into laughter. Ren Ji probably guessed something.
It is not advisable to stay here for a long time.
Marriage will only hold him back from traveling far.
Ren Ji quickly left a farewell letter and left overnight.
This time, he caught up with an academy team.
This is a team from Changfeng Academy in Luozhou going to Wannian Academy in Qingzhou for a debate on scriptures. Two masters led the team and were followed by fourteen Confucian students. Originally, this team did not need outsiders, but none of the dozen or so students wanted to do the work of delivering invitations and greeting guests. They happened to meet A Ji, who knew Yawen, and asked him to join the team.
"Aji, Aji, come down quickly!" When Ren Ji was thinking about something, a crisp call came from the courtyard of the inn, and Chen Luo quickly turned over and jumped off the roof.
The person who called him was named Mo Zhuozhuo, which was taken from the meaning of "the peach blossoms bloom in the Book of Songs". However, this Mo Zhuozhuo was not a suitable person to live in. He was used to calling people and was very delicate.
"Here!" Mo Zhuozhuo took out two ingots of silver from his pocket, handed them to Ren Ji, and said, "Go and find someone who sells paper kites and buy me some of the best ones. I will release them tomorrow."
Ren Ji was stunned for a moment and asked: "Why are you suddenly releasing kites? It's already dark, I'm afraid the shops are closed."
"I don't care." Mo Zhuozhuo pouted, "Tomorrow we will pass Liupo, which is the place where the former Kou Prime Minister wrote the kite. How can we not put the kite in memory. By the way, you don't understand either. "
Ren Ji blinked and said:
"The blue sky is falling and the autumn is quiet, but the power of flying is still weak."
"The breeze is trustworthy, and the white clouds will eventually fly together."
Mo Zhuozhuo looked at Ren Ji in surprise: "You actually know this poem?"
Ren Ji smiled faintly. He heard a scholar reading this on Zui Xinghe and thought it was interesting, so he wrote it down.
"It's just paper kites, there's no need to buy them." Ren Ji returned the silver to Mo Zhuozhuo, "I'll make two for you."
Mo Zhuozhuo was even more surprised: "You can do it? I want a paper kite that can fly high."
Ren Ji nodded: "I know, I promise to fly high. You go back and rest first, and I will give you the paper kite early tomorrow morning."
Mo Zhuozhuo glanced at Ren Ji with some suspicion. Perhaps it was because Ren Ji had recited the song "Zhi Yuan" before, which gave her some information. He stared and said, "Then it's settled, give me the paper kite tomorrow morning. Otherwise I will …”
Mo Zhuozhuo waved his fist: "I won't let you go."
After saying that, Mo Zhuozhuo turned around and went back to his room. Ren Ji scratched his head and said to himself: "I remember there was a bamboo forest where I passed by before..."
With that said, Ren Ji walked towards the outside of the inn. Suddenly a piece of information flashed in his mind, and Ren Ji was stunned in place.
"Huashan Fantasy Land? The essence of mortal world? Three months?"
…
Qin Yu followed a caravan on the way to Wuzhou.
He vaguely remembered that the person who set up the trap spoke a few dialects when talking to his accomplices. He reluctantly imitated some of it and after asking many people, he found out that it was a local dialect in Wuzhou.
The "Liyan Original" has been on him for more than ten years. As long as it is within a certain range, he will feel it.
Qin Yu is not in a hurry. He understands that he has just comprehended the "Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms" and he cannot use the last few palms with his current mortal energy. He still needs time.
Even if he spends his whole life, he still has to send the "original text" back to the Qin family.
"Xiao Qin, let me do this part of the journey." An old man leaned out of the carriage and said, "You go in and take a nap. We need this batch of goods urgently and we must be traveling all night. The old man won't have that look in his eyes at night. I still have to work hard for you.”
Qin Yu nodded, handed the riding whip to the old man, grabbed the steamed buns and water hanging on the driver's seat, and got into the carriage.
Qin Yu casually ate something to cushion his stomach, patted the soft jacket in the carriage, and planned to take a good rest. Suddenly, a message came to his mind.
"Huashan Fantasy Land? Mortal Qi?"
…
"Du!" A flying knife pierced the wooden man's body.
Li Sanyue stepped forward, looked at the depth of the flying knife, shook his head, and pulled out the flying knife.
Three points into the wood can kill the brave, but cannot kill the seventh-level stubborn.
Li Sanyue was a little frustrated.
He can probably shoot three swords in succession at one time. After three swords, he has to adjust his breath for an hour before he can shoot again.
But if he can only deal with Wu Yong, his value will not be reflected.
Li Sanyue analyzed it carefully and found that it was not that his energy was not concentrated enough, but that his worldly energy was not enough.
He needs more red dust air to be compressed and transformed into the radiance of the flying knife, so that he can increase the lethality of the flying knife.
Thinking of this, Li Sanyue sighed.
Everything about Hongchenqi is good, but it’s too slow.
For example, the Confucian classics, such as the Poems and Books of the Spring and Autumn Period, the Analects of Confucius, Daxue, Doctrine of the Mean, Mencius, and other classics of various branches of Confucianism are like a vast ocean. As long as you are willing to read them, you can read them as much as you want.
It's nothing like Wan Anbo's martial arts novels. After many twists and turns, I have only finished the two volumes of The Swordsman and The Passionate Swordsman and The Legend of the Condor Heroes.
This is enough for anyone to see!
I don’t know what Wan Anbo is doing every day.
I don’t want him to take care of everything every day, so why not just write a book with peace of mind?
None of the donkeys in the Department of Internal Affairs rested as well as he did.
The shame of the literati.
Li Sanyue complained a few words in his mind, but he still sighed, picked up the Daxuanmin Newspaper, and was about to swipe. Suddenly, his hand movements stopped, and a piece of information appeared in his mind.
"Huashan Fantasy Land? Red Dust Qi Reward?"
…
In the illusion of Huashan Mountain, Chen Luo seemed to have transformed into the sky of the illusion. Looking down at the earth, he saw only a single figure emerging, and soon it was boundless.
"Shan Ling, don't they know how to steal monsters?" Chen Luo asked as he looked at so many people.
"This is the owner's perspective, so you can see such a scene. In fact, each of them is in their own independent space and has no intersection with others."
Chen Luo reacted and nodded: "Single machine, that makes sense."
"By the way, what will happen if they die in the illusion?" Chen Luo asked again.
"Entering the illusion essentially consumes the power of their soul. If they die in the illusion, the soul will be weakened to a certain extent. There is no way to enter the illusion again within twelve hours."
When Chen Luo was about to continue asking if he could call up a certain person's picture alone, he suddenly felt that the red dust energy in his body suddenly increased a lot.
Is this... the beginning?
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