Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

When leaving Biexiang Xiaozhu, no one saw him off. Gu Quan, who was probably Yu Xiaobo's partner, had no sense of service and hospitality and had long since disappeared.

Fortunately, his envoy's gold medal was still valid, so Wang Luo was not treated as a wild man who trespassed into the academy after drinking a few glasses of water and listening to nonsense. Instead, he had more leisure to visit the academy at night.

In late autumn, the night in Rongcheng always seemed to come suddenly. When Zhou Lu led a few people to admire the jade statue of the master at the main gate, the sun seemed to be hanging high in the sky. As a result, after several twists and turns, Wang Luo was still unsatisfied, and the sun quietly escaped like Gu Quan.

However, this Rongcheng Academy has been pondered by later generations for thousands of years and has long become a world of its own. Outside the academy, the night is like being filtered by a transparent cover, and the deep ink cannot penetrate in.

Walking along the pond path outside the Biexiang Cottage, looking up at the sky that was as blue as the shallow sea, and the looming buildings suspended in the sixth sky, Wang Luo couldn't help but feel a little more touched.

This Rongcheng Academy was like an exquisite and beautiful potted plant, full of the unique charm of the new fairy calendar.

For example, the martial arts command was very intriguing. It was invisible and colorless, but it filled every corner of the academy. It did not restrict the practitioners in the academy from using all kinds of magical powers, and it did not even prohibit immortal killing weapons such as flying swords and thunder beads. Even if someone directly raised the killing intention and condensed it into substance, there would be no restrictions at all.

The only thing was that actually hurting people was absolutely not allowed.

Wang Luo did not try, but he knew very well that he really couldn't do it. This was an unspoken awareness that naturally emerged in his mind the moment he stepped into the main gate of the academy.

In this academy, no one, from the founding fathers of Dinghuang and the rulers of a country to the peddlers and drug addicts, can hurt others with violence. Specifically, even if there is a great cultivator who invites a rolling heavenly tribulation, the thunder of the tribulation will not cause any damage. In the words of the senior sister, it is a capital "-0".

The martial arts order is so magical and overbearing, so Yu Xiaobo dared to meet with Wang Luo alone without scruples, and at the end of the negotiation, he blatantly threatened. He knew that the person sitting opposite the tea table was a ruthless man who could kill three wilderness hunters in a dozen seconds, but he still maintained an elegant and relaxed attitude, relying on the martial arts order to support him.

According to Wang Luo's own feeling about the martial arts order, this academy martial arts order is not unsolvable. There are two simplest paths. The first is the violent cracking method, which directly imitates the spectacle of the heaven falling during the catastrophe, and smashes it with a sincere pressure, using an output far beyond the academy's tolerance limit, and any martial arts order will be instantly destroyed. And the threshold of this output should be conservatively estimated to be equivalent to the peak of the fusion, or the full force of the Mahayana True Lord.

The second is to dismantle the martial arts order with the supreme divine thought, find the flaws and loopholes in it, and bypass this great immortal method that is deeply rooted in the academy. Compared with the violent cracking method, this way is much more clever and labor-saving. Conservatively estimated, a Yuanshen strength of the Shenhua period can be tried.

So to put it bluntly, this academy martial arts order is simply unsolvable, at least for individuals.

So to put it bluntly, Wang Luo currently has no effective countermeasures against Yu Xiaobo's threat.

His threat was effective. With the rich resources of Bolan Manor and the explosive power of the young master of the Yu family who was determined to go his own way and make a desperate bet, it was not too easy to deal with a few common people in Shijie. As for the magical Zhuxian formation, Wang Luo had heard of it for the first time. But he didn't think that Yu Xiaobo would bluff on such a core issue. Because later, as long as he found someone who knew about it, such as Zhou Lu, a new student of the Law and Calculation Hall, to ask about it, the truth would naturally be revealed.

So how to deal with it next?

Wang Luo couldn't help but fall into deep thought as he walked. Since he came down from Lingshan, he has been smooth sailing almost everything. Those problems that Shi Yue thought were as difficult as ascending to heaven were easily solved by him, and there was almost no thinking.

This was the first time that I felt like I was being tested by someone. It was really a long time ago.

And the question itself was quite novel, and this novelty was more important than the difficulty.

Wang Luo has been practicing with Lu Zhiyao for more than ten years. He has seen countless test papers of various evil soil and dark soil levels. His opponents are either the elder-level giants of the three sects of the magic path, or the ultimate leader like the furious Song Yijing, who ordinary true immortals have to avoid... But this is the first time that the content of the test paper is not to survive alone, but to protect the people around him.

When practicing in Lingshan, he never needs to consider other people. He is the youngest junior brother on the mountain. Even the seventh senior brother Xing Chong has already had a full golden elixir and is about to form a baby. And a Lingshan person who is close to forming a baby can basically be regarded as a small god. Unless he offends a giant, he can be free and easy in the vastness of Jiuzhou.

In more than ten years of practice, he has always been the one who is taken care of by others-of course, thanks to Lu Zhiyao, he often becomes the one who is dragged down-it is really the first time to seriously consider how to take care of others.

Senior Sister never taught him how to take care of others. In fact, Lu Zhiyao was not very good at taking care of others. With all the good things she had done when training her junior brother, if it was someone with less adaptability, he would have died early. And Master Song Yijing was in seclusion for many years. When they met occasionally, he mostly gave him guidance on cultivation and rarely taught him the principles of being a person and doing things.

Because Wang Luo was too young at that time, before the golden elixir was formed, he was basically not considered a human in the eyes of the people of Lingshan. All newcomers who go up the mountain first lay a solid foundation for cultivation, and it doesn’t matter whether they become human beings or not in the future-Lu Zhiyao is so lawless, but isn’t she still the dignified senior sister of Lingshan?

Therefore, in this situation, he can only work hard to improve himself. And this is also a compulsory lesson for him as the master of Lingshan, not the junior brother of Lingshan.

While thinking, Wang Luo strolled carelessly in the academy, but suddenly, with his ordinary step down, the whole world seemed to be immersed in water, and the sound, light, taste... all perceptions of the outside world were distorted for a moment.

This sense of distortion only lasted for a moment, and the next blink of an eye, the world returned to normal.

But there was an extra figure in the field of vision.

To be precise, it was at this moment that Wang Luo noticed that not far in front of him, on a slope adjacent to the secluded lake with lush flowers and trees, stood an old man in black clothes.

The moment he saw this person, Wang Luo seemed to have entered that water-soaked world again, and his five senses were all in a trance.

Because the old man in black clothes looked more like a time traveler from the old immortal calendar era than he did. The black clothes were of ancient style, with long sleeves and wide waist, and the hem swayed gently with the breeze beside the pool. A pen-shaped white hairpin tied with a hemp hair rope tied up the gray hair high.

And Wang Luo couldn't see through this person!

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