"Yan'er doesn't understand. Mom, please choose for Yan'er."
The girl's fair and delicate face showed a hint of cunning, and she said coquettishly.
now.
There are dozens of grids on the round mirror made of golden light, and there is a man in each grid.
Some men were sitting upright, motionless, but their faces were flushed, as if they were suffering from something.
Some men are dissolute, taking off their clothes and doing all kinds of indecent things in the air, showing their ugly appearance.
Some were so frightened that they scurried away...
The beautiful woman smiled and said: "This is your lifelong event, how can mother make the decision for you?"
The girl's beautiful eyes flashed, and she smiled calmly and said: "When did you let me really make the decision again? Since the family has decided on a sword fighting ceremony, then Yan'er will marry the person who wins in the end. Is it destiny to be rich or poor? Yan'er will never regret it."
"Alas..." The beautiful woman sighed and said no more.
…
Fang Cheng had several dreams.
In the first dream, he became a romantic prince, sitting in a beautiful palace, surrounded by beautiful women, with fine wine and food in front of him, singing and laughing all around, and even graceful dancers dancing.
The beauties around him all had clear voices and soft bodies, and they would fall over at the first push. They were constantly tempting him. In order to please him, they tried their best to tease him, and they rushed to offer their bodies to him.
The strange thing is that he was extremely awake in this dream.
The golden talisman's light in the sea of consciousness flows, and the soul is cool and stable, not affected by the temptation in the dream at all.
He soon realized that this was a test from the Huanxin Palace, so he held a wine cup and calmly enjoyed the singing and dancing, paying no attention to the beauties surrounding him.
Soon, all the beauties in the palace disappeared.
He fell into darkness.
A very realistic feeling of landing came. When I reached out and touched the ground, I felt severe pain.
He cast a spell to raise a fireball for illumination. He looked around and found that there were centipedes about a foot long everywhere!
Densely packed centipedes surged over and engulfed him. For a time, an unknown number of centipedes bit him, and the toxins invaded his body.
Fang Cheng knew that this was his second dream, so he kept his mind tight and sat cross-legged, resisting the bites of countless centipedes...
I don’t know how long it took, but the third dream came again.
Fang Cheng's heart was like a bright mirror, and he spent everything peacefully.
Finally, he woke up leisurely.
At some point, he walked to the back of the hall, and in front of him were the steps leading upstairs.
A young girl in a goose-yellow dress stood guard at the top of the stairs and said with a smile: "Sir, please go upstairs and rest for a while. We will start the sword fight in a while."
Fang Cheng nodded, turned around and saw a simple bronze mirror hanging in the hall. Many monks had their eyes closed and stood blankly in the center of the hall, motionless, like puppets.
He felt a shiver in his heart. If this mirror was activated during a fight, causing people to fall into a dream state, how should they deal with it?
He walked upstairs slowly and found that there were many tables and chairs on this floor, and more than ten people were already seated, leisurely looking out the window at the sea of clouds and the beautiful scenery of Cangwu Mountain.
"Huh?"
A soft cry came.
Fang Cheng looked up and saw the man in rich clothes he met before looking at him in shock.
Their four eyes faced each other, and they were all surprised.
The man in fine clothes showed a smile: "Interesting."
Fang Cheng smiled lightly and ignored the person. Instead, he found an unoccupied table and sat down alone.
The table of men in fine clothes had the largest number of people, and everyone was chatting and laughing, as if they were here for fun, and they didn't seem to care about the outcome of the sword discussion ceremony.
"Brother Zhou, that person seems to be the person you laughed at before. Unexpectedly, he was able to go up to the second floor. Be careful when he gets slapped in the face during the sword fight and laughs back!"
The people around the man in fine clothes joked.
Zhou Huaijin smiled indifferently and said proudly: "If he is brave enough to challenge Zhou, then let him taste the power of my Zhou family's swordsmanship."
While they were talking and laughing, another person came upstairs.
This man was about twenty years old. He was born with a handsome appearance. He was wearing a wide robe with big sleeves and gorgeous clothes. He was better than Zhou Huaijin and others.
As soon as he appeared, Zhou Huaijin and others immediately became quiet, stood up together, saluted and said, "Brother Dong!"
Fang Cheng also looked at the newcomer curiously and saw that his face was full of high spirits. Although his expression was calm, there was a hint of arrogance.
This person also has the sixth level of induction, but his Qi is strong and solid, and he has obviously practiced a good skill.
The Yinluo Sect is affiliated with four major families, Feng, Ye, Dong, and Wang. This person should be from the Dong family.
Other small aristocratic families really need to flatter themselves in front of giants like the Dong family.
The monk surnamed Dong looked at Zhou Huaijin and others and said slowly: "You are all here."
With a smile on his face, Zhou Huaijin stepped forward and said: "Brother Dong, please sit down. Everyone knows that this Ye Family Sword Fighting Ceremony is held for Brother Dong. We are just here to join in the fun and take the opportunity to fight swords." Show your face so that the elders in the family know that we have not slackened on our cultivation."
The monk surnamed Dong nodded and said: "It's a good thing to come over and see the world. The Ye family has prepared a lot of elixirs and talismans. Even if you fail in the sword fight, you will be given gifts."
After he walked to the main seat and sat down, Zhou Huaijin and others sat down with smiles.
"I heard that a handyman disciple threatened to go against Brother Dong. Who is so bold?" one person asked.
The monk surnamed Dong snorted coldly and said: "He is just a spiritual servant of my Dong family. By chance, he got an unexpected encounter and thought he could change his destiny."
"Brother Dong, don't worry. If he wants to challenge Brother Dong, he has to pass my level first!" Everyone flattered after hearing this.
…
Fang Cheng was too lazy to listen to the chatter of a group of children from aristocratic families, and instead looked out the window, looking at the rolling sea of clouds, his thoughts far away.
Many people continued to come up the stairs.
One of them somehow took a liking to Fang Cheng's table and walked straight over to sit down.
"Hello, big brother. I'm Dongfang Xiong. Do you know your surname?"
The person who came was a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. He was still childish, and his clothes were simple, but very clean and tidy.
"Fangcheng."
Fang Cheng glanced at the young man curiously, feeling that the young man in front of him looked at everything with curiosity, like a knight-errant who had just come down from the mountain to explore the world.
"The eldest brother's surname is also Fang?!" The young man looked surprised and raised his eyebrows: "My senior sister is also surnamed Fang!"
Fang Cheng: "..."
The young man smiled and took out two large dough cakes from his storage bag, handed one to Fang Cheng and said, "Brother Fang, this is the honey cake made by my senior sister. Try it, it's so sweet!"
Looking at the young man's sincere eyes, Fang Cheng took the dough and said "thank you".
Like him, this young man can also sense the fourth level of cultivation, and it seems that they are the only ones on the second floor who can sense the fourth level.
No wonder the young man wanted to join him...
People in this world are sinister, and Fang Cheng didn't eat the cake.
But the young man couldn't help but give some advice, as if he really wanted to let Fang Cheng see his senior sister's craftsmanship.
The young man's desire to show off and show off was beyond words.
