Hearing this, Luo Yuanshan frowned slightly: "Sect Master, as the saying goes, people's hearts are separated from each other by their belly, and you know the person but not the heart. If you want to understand a person's character, you can only understand it through years of observation. No matter what, if you encounter the extreme situation of the city, Those who are deep will still see the wrong person."
"You want to understand a person's character in a short period of time, how easy is it?"
Qin Fan smiled lightly: "Don't worry, I have a way."
"What method?" Luo Yuanshan was surprised and curious.
Qin Fan said: "The way of sword asks the heart."
"Anyone with a clear sword heart will never have bad character."
"I will set up a Sword Heart Hall next to the Wuji Hall, specifically to test the character of the disciples."
Luo Yuanshan asked doubtfully: "Jianxin Palace? Can it really test the character of a disciple?"
He couldn't believe it, it was too high-end for him.
Qin Fan smiled lightly: "Come with me. It's not as complicated as you think. It's just a test to test human nature and judge a person's character."
Luo Yuanshan immediately found an empty house for Qin Fan next to Wuji Hall.
This house is next to Wuji Hall. It was originally a side hall of Wuji Hall, but it was later opened independently and has been vacant.
"How about building this place into the Sword Heart Palace?" Luo Yuanshan looked at Qin Fan and asked.
Qin Fan took a look at the house and was very satisfied: "It's very good."
Luo Yuanshan asked curiously: "Then what else should be done next?"
Qin Fan stepped into the room: "Just use some small means."
Kendo Asking the Heart sounds very high-end, but when Luo Yuanshan understood the operation, he suddenly understood.
In fact, a phantom array is set up in this house, and the disciple's kendo heart is tested through the phantom array.
Those who can keep the sword's heart clear are basically people of good character.
Back then, the Arctic Sword Sect had such a Sword Heart Palace. There has never been a traitor among the disciples accepted by the Arctic Sword Sect.
Qin Fan directly copied the Arctic Sword Sect's method of testing the character of its disciples.
It was not difficult to set up the magic array. The required materials and spiritual stones were collected in Qin Fan's storage ring, and it was completed quickly.
From the outside, the house looks unchanged.
Luo Yuanshan asked curiously: "Is this enough?"
Qin Fan nodded: "Yes."
Luo Yuanshan rubbed his hands excitedly: "Sect Master, can you let me go in first and try it out?"
Qin Fan was speechless: "Your cultivation level is too high. I'm afraid the illusory formation in the Jianxin Palace won't have much effect on you."
"But if you want to try, go ahead and try."
"Okay!" Luo Yuanshan opened the room excitedly and walked in.
The room looked nothing special from the outside, but when Luo Yuanshang stepped inside, the whole world changed.
He found that he had come to a strange world, no, not strange at all, because the surrounding environment had a vaguely very familiar feeling.
Looking at the familiar bluestone streets and the low thatched houses on both sides of the road, a feeling of familiarity arises from within.
Especially when he saw the purple mulberry tree at the end of the street, memories that had been covered in dust for hundreds of years suddenly came back to him.
"Is this the town where I grew up?"
"That's my childhood home?"
Luo Yuanshan recognized him. Even though hundreds of years have passed, and even though he is now a monk in the realm of gods, his childhood memories have never been forgotten.
When I saw this familiar scene, the dust-laden memories suddenly came out.
He walked to the door of the thatched cottage next to the purple mulberry tree, and pushed open the old wooden door with trembling hands.
"Mother..." For some reason, he knew that this place was an illusion, and that his mother had passed away hundreds of years ago, but when he opened the door, the words mother blurted out involuntarily.
It's like an instinct, an instinct engraved in the flesh and bones.
"Xiaoshan is back!" In the thatched house, next to the simple wooden table, a woman over fifty years old with a kind face was busy threading her needle and thread, preparing to mend the small old clothes on the table.
Luo Yuanshan's tears suddenly burst out of his eyes.
He knew it was a fantasy, he knew it was all fake, he knew that this memory was the most difficult and best memory in his childhood, and it would never happen now.
But he just couldn't help it, and walked over to the middle-aged woman involuntarily, as if he had been playing outside for a long time when he was a child. He came back to his mother out of breath, watching her cook and sew for him. .
"Where did you go to play again? Are you tired? I'll make your favorite sweet potato cake later." The middle-aged woman smiled kindly.
"Okay, I love the sweet potato pancakes made by my mother the most." Luo Yuanshan said with tears in his eyes those words from his childhood that are deep in his memory.
His movements were very light, and his voice was also very light, as if he was afraid that if he moved slightly louder, he would wake up from this dream.
However, beautiful things are always very short-lived.
The scene quickly changed, showing a middle-aged woman lying on a worn-out wooden bed, dying.
"Mother..."
Beside his bed, a seven or eight-year-old boy was kneeling at the head of the bed, shaking the woman's body and crying heartbrokenly.
At such a young age, he seemed to have understood the difference between life and death, and no longer believed the white lies of adults.
"Don't cry, Xiaoshan. Mom is fine. She will be fine in two days. When mom is fine, I will make sweet potato cakes for you..." The woman tried her best to stretch out her pale hand and wanted to touch the child's head, but she raised her hand. It had exhausted all her strength and she was unable to move at all.
The young man cried even more sadly: "Mom lied to me. You said before that daddy went to a place far away to do business. In fact, daddy is dead. I will never see daddy again."
"Now, you are going to a place far, far away, leaving me alone..."
Looking at this scene, Luo Yuanshan, who had watched all this as a bystander, was already in tears.
This memory was the saddest memory of his childhood.
Even though he knew he was in an illusion, he couldn't help but have the idea of following his mother.
Next, he experienced anger, fear, and other emotions.
If he hadn't known in advance that this was an illusion, he would have lost himself long ago.
When he closed his eyes and slowly exited the room, everything disappeared.
"How is it?" Qin Fan looked at Luo Yuanshan, who had his head lowered and said nothing, with a slight curve in his mouth.
Luo Yuanshan looked back at him with an aggrieved look on his face: "Sect Master, you should have warned me earlier. If I hadn't known that this was an illusion, I might have been lost."
"Is it too demanding to use this illusion array to test those disciples?"
You know, even he almost got lost in it. How could those disciples with low cultivation endure such an illusory formation?
Qin Fan said: "Don't worry, the phantom array will produce corresponding scenes according to each person's situation, and I will personally control the phantom array, so there won't be a scene like the one you just had."
Luo Yuanshan was speechless: "Sect Master, do you mean you just used me for experiments?"
