There are many fish in the river, but there is also a lot of shit in the hut. It's really unsightly to be so rough with pairs.
However, he didn't say anything about failure, he was just unhappy. If he were a true student facing such a pair, his ruler would never be merciful. Never give up until your palms blossom.
"Those who fail the second level will also be punished."
The teacher glanced at those who failed and said flatly: "The ancients said that if you want to get ahead and be knowledgeable, talent is part of it, but diligence is the foundation. Therefore, you have to hang your head and pierce your butt. So you have to accept this. If you want to punish yourself and study hard, then you will have a bright future, so go ahead!!"
As he finished speaking, he waved his hand.
Immediately, I saw that all the students who had failed were bound by an invisible force at the same time, and they quickly moved to the sage tree on the top of the mountain. Then I saw their hair falling down, and then, like a rope, It is wrapped around the branches above the head, and the whole thing looks like a broom head reaching into the sky. The person is standing under the tree, and there is no need to think about the chair. It is impossible to give it.
This hair looks like it's growing on a tree. You can't get rid of it even if you want to.
"I didn't expect that I, Yun Qinghe, would be forced to study for such a day. I am a sword cultivator, not a Confucianism cultivator."
Yun Qinghe glanced at the top of his head and smiled bitterly in his heart. What kind of thing was this? However, this book really cannot be ignored. Hanging on one's head is no joke. He felt that he was already under a mysterious rule. If you don't comply, no one knows what big trouble it will cause.
"This time it's terrible."
Xia Wuya smiled bitterly.
Her hair hangs on the tree, and only her toes can touch herself and the ground. It's okay for a short period of time, but if it lasts for a long time, it will definitely become unbearable. This is a kind of torture. Just thinking about it makes me feel sour, and I can't get over it no matter what.
After Zhuang Buzhou saw it, he was helpless.
"The third level is to go down the mountain. If you can go up this mountain of books, you must be able to go down. Those who can go down the mountain on time will pass the level."
The gentleman looked at the remaining people. The number was less than thirty or forty, but whether they can pass the three levels depends on their own luck. He said calmly: "I'll wait for you at the bottom of the mountain." As soon as he finished speaking, he had already climbed from the top of the mountain. Walked down.
Step by step, it looks very comfortable, calm and natural.
And as he left, a layer of white fog once again enveloped the entire Shushan. There was no way in front of him, and his sight was only three feet in radius.
"It's white mist again, I'll come."
When a student saw the white mist in front of him, he immediately felt that it was the same as when he went up the mountain. He stepped forward without hesitation and recited loudly: "Destiny is called nature, spontaneity is called Tao, and cultivation is called Tao." teach."
The voice is loud and catchy.
But the next second, a look of surprise appeared on his confident face.
The white mist is still white mist, and the line of sight is still the same as before. As for the pressure, there is no invisible pressure on the body, everything is as usual. Obviously, according to the method when going up the mountain, it is useless here for going down the mountain.
"Let's go. What kind of test is there when going down the mountain? You can only experience it yourself."
Zhuang Buzhou smiled. If the test was really that simple, then there would be something wrong. Of course, he felt even more curious.
After that, he walked down the mountain. There is one way to climb the mountain, but there is no way to go down the mountain. To go down the mountain from the other side, there is no stairway and you have to walk through the dense mountain forest. Walking among the thorns of ancient trees, it is easy to go up the mountain but difficult to go down. This is an old saying that has been around since ancient times and is a true experience.
When he stepped down, Zhuang Buzhou looked back and immediately discovered that the vast white fog had blocked all his sight, and everyone else behind him had disappeared.
There is no road here, but you can follow the slope to find the way down.
There is nothing wrong with going down the mountain and going down.
This process may seem a little difficult, but as long as you keep moving forward, you will eventually be able to reach the bottom of the mountain.
Even though he couldn't use his cultivation, his physique was enough to surpass that of ordinary people. It was difficult to go down the mountain without stopping, and he shuttled through the white mist all the way down. However, the speed was not slow in the process.
However, the strange thing is that the road down the mountain seems to be too long. I keep going forward, but I can't see the end. Walking through the forest, it was difficult to tell the direction.
Before I knew it, several hours had passed.
"There is something strange about this mountain of books."
Zhuang Buzhou sighed secretly in his heart. Under normal circumstances, with his speed, he would have walked out. I am still wandering around in the mountain of books, and there is obviously something wrong. Going down the mountain is indeed not that easy.
"Hey, it smells so good? It's from home."
Zhuang Buzhou smelled waves of fragrance coming into his nose. It was not the fragrance of fruits, but the fragrance of fine wine and delicacies.
It happened that I had walked for a long time and had eaten nothing. Now when I smelled this fragrance, my stomach immediately started to growl. My appetite, which I had not had before, was instantly aroused, and I even felt impatient. The saliva keeps flowing down.
People are like iron rice and steel. If they don't eat one meal, they will be hungry.
Food is the most important thing for the people.
Zhuang Buzhou did not go without food. Even if he did go without food, he would never stop eating. Eating is one of the great pleasures of life. If you really want to give it up, you will undoubtedly give up your human side. This was something he was unwilling to accept.
It smells like rice.
Without hesitation, he turned around and walked towards the direction where the scent came from.
Not long after, I saw a restaurant suddenly opening up in front of me. There was no plaque in the restaurant, and no one showed up. Only, the tempting aroma of rice is constantly pouring into the nose.
"anyone there?"
"Is the waiter here? Where is the shopkeeper?"
Zhuang Buzhou was thoughtful, walked in, looked at the empty restaurant, opened his mouth to shout a few words, and found that no one paid attention. Looking inside the restaurant, there is a sumptuous banquet table. On the table, there are really delicacies from the mountains and the sea, everything flying in the sky, running on the ground, and swimming in the water. Every dish is full of color, fragrance and flavor. Only the best chefs can cook such delicacies.
He bets that even in the palace, one may not be able to eat such peerless delicacies.
The grains of rice are crystal clear, as white as jade, and the fragrance is so fragrant that it whets your appetite. The wine is also good, no less than the century-old wine tasted in the Red Mansion. The meals are all piping hot.
However, Zhuang Buzhou did not enjoy it immediately.
Instead, he walked to the kitchen and went up to the second floor. After looking around, I found that there was really no one here. Moreover, in the backyard and in the warehouse, I saw all kinds of rare ingredients. There was a large amount of food and materials piled up in the warehouse. You can simply eat and drink here for decades without worrying about it.
"interesting."
A strange look flashed in Zhuang Buzhou's eyes. After returning to the restaurant lobby, he sat down without hesitation, picked up his chopsticks, and started tasting. This is Shushan. According to the previous rules, it is difficult, but obviously not fatal. The food here is not poisonous in any way. Moreover, he has already made a guess as to what the third level of the book mountain will be, and he is no less than 80% sure of it. Enough to taste with confidence.
Pick up a piece of Kung Pao Chicken and put it in your mouth. Suddenly, a special feeling appears in your taste buds and continues to pour into your whole soul.
Fragrant, smooth and crisp——
It is an ultimate enjoyment for the taste.
"tasty."
After his eyes lit up, there was no longer any hesitation. The chopsticks in his hands were already attacking, and he quickly tasted these delicacies.
Unknowingly, I was intoxicated.
Picked up the bowl of white rice and took a bite. Suddenly, a mysterious feeling appeared in my mind. My mind feels happy, as if I feel that the most beautiful fantasy in the world is about to come true at this moment.
And just when he was about to immerse himself in it, Zhuang Buzhou subconsciously put his mind into the other shore.
As soon as I entered the other side, I regained consciousness almost instantly.
Then it returned to the body.
Coming and going, the influence received before can be easily suppressed and dissipated invisible.
"This rice is not an ordinary rice. It actually contains spiritual energy. It can also affect the mind unconsciously, making me fall into a dream unconsciously. This should be the legendary spiritual rice. Could it be that it makes people enter a dream? It’s yellow rice.”
Zhuang Buzhou looked at the rice in front of him, and a thought quickly flashed through his mind.
This rice is not harmful. On the contrary, it is of great benefit to oneself. It contains spiritual energy and can allow people to enter into sweet dreams. If there is any harm, the instinctive induction of one's own world spiritist will definitely be triggered. The world spiritist's response to the crisis is Induction is more powerful than ordinary spiritual masters. This is a response from the world.
Various characteristics of rice are very similar to the legendary yellow rice.
"Yi Meng Enters Huangliang. Since this is a gift from the academy, Zhuang will not be polite."
Zhuang Buzhou smiled and murmured.
Then, with a wave of his hand, a table of delicious food in front of him was put away unceremoniously on the other side. At the same time, he quickly walked to the kitchen. After entering, he also quickly collected all the ingredients inside.
When you walk in, the food is everywhere, and when you walk out, it's spotless.
Entering the warehouse in a blink of an eye.
The large quantities of rice stored in the warehouse were also swept away unceremoniously.
When leaving, even if a mouse enters, he will shed tears.
That's definitely a clean slate.
"When you've had enough wine and food, let's continue on our way."
Zhuang Buzhou glanced at the restaurant with a smile, then turned around and continued walking into the mist, heading down the mountain, feeling quite happy.
I couldn't help but write a song: "A rich family doesn't need to buy fertile land, there are thousands of millet millet in the book."
Singing away, all the way down.
Not long after, I saw a house appearing in front of me.
That house is really magnificent. Take a closer look. It is even more eye-catching.
"You don't need to build a high hall to live in peace. There is a golden house in the book. Sure enough, you are sincere and don't deceive me. In this way, the students should accept it with a smile."
What was in front of him was a golden house made of gold.
