Creating a Sandbox World

The discussion in the teahouse continued, but the conversation was too scattered. Although some information could be sorted out, it was still difficult for people to establish a clear impression of the practitioners of this era.

"We still have to find someone to ask." Lin Tuo was thinking, and then someone in the teahouse said goodbye and got up.

Not long after, a tea drinker, who was mostly scholars, walked out with his hands clasped, and walked towards a nearby alley, as if he was going to return.

Lin Tuo's heart moved, and he jumped up.

A moment later, in the long alley.

The scholar humming an inexplicable tune suddenly felt a strong hand clasping his shoulders. He turned around in a daze, and looked at the stranger in the cloak behind him in horror:

"You... what are you going to do?"

"Ask something, is it convenient?"

"inconvenient?"

"kindness?"

"It's convenient...what do you want to ask?"

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Twenty minutes later, in Li Shan's study.

Lin Tuo, who was sitting in the chair with his eyes closed as if sleeping, opened his eyes, and saw that on the desk, there was an extra porcelain bowl with the lid closed, and a pair of bamboo chopsticks neatly placed beside it.

When it was opened, it was a bowl of hot plain noodles, with coriander sprinkled on it, a few oily flowers floating on it, and two eggs lying on it.

It was obviously sent by Huaxi, probably because he saw him "sleeping" and did not disturb him.

Lin Tuo was indeed a little hungry. He picked up the chopsticks and took a bite, feeling deeply:

Apart from reading, Huaxi seems to be quite talented in other fields...Well, I feel that he has the potential to be trained as an exclusive cook...

While eating noodles, Lin Tuo put away these messy thoughts in his mind, and thought about business while eating.

Through questioning, he already had a basic understanding of the situation in Shengguo.

Similar to the description on the running log.

The so-called "Qin Tianjian" is an official monk organization established by the court of Dasheng Kingdom.

Regularly pass the examination, recruit "supervisors" from all over the country, train them internally, and then fill them in places in Shengguo or in the military.

A martial arts level is established internally.

The lower nine ranks are the lowest, and the upper ranks are the highest.

Generally speaking, those who can be admitted to Qin Tianjian have basically reached the eighth rank.

However, the division of the entire system is somewhat unclear, it seems to be calculated based on comprehensive data such as strength and speed...

"It feels a bit similar to the one that the Yangcheng Cultivation Center is doing..."

Lin Tuo smacked his lips and swallowed half an egg.

The highest official position of Qin Tianjian is "Jianzheng". Generally speaking, the minimum is the strength of the third rank, which is enough to guard the capital and prevent the monsters from invading.

At the same time, he also learned that compared to demons, human beings' coping methods are quite monotonous.

What was handed down inside the Qin Tianjian was a set of body training methods compiled by Wang Tiefu, the leader of the Monster Slaying Army, more than 600 years ago, when the Sheng Kingdom was still a vassal state.

Over the past six hundred years, although there have been several changes, the basic idea has not changed.

Most of the human monks are practicing methods, absorbing the vitality of heaven and earth, blessing martial arts, and using them to fight against the enemy. High-level martial arts are extremely powerful, but they are not as "rich and colorful" as the transformation methods of the monster race.

"Could it be that in the past few hundred years, humans have not comprehended skills similar to spells?"

Thinking about the collected information, Lin Tuo couldn't help muttering.

Well, it should be like this, if there is a technique, then the scholar will not fail to mention it...

However, Lin Tuo was not too disappointed. Referring to the No. 2 sandbox, it is a long and accidental process for human beings to master spells. It may not be said that there is also the "credit" of the "nuclear explosion" in the wasteland...

Although there are similar "spells" in this world, they seem to only belong to the demon. Thinking about it this way, the demon is obviously more similar to an evolutionary like Huaxi, and a wizard like Hathaway.

Moreover, the spell itself is not what he needs now. In contrast, the martial arts level cultivation in this world is very similar to his current situation.

The same is to absorb ether, and it is also to bless martial arts.

This made Lin Tuo look forward to a lot of warriors in this world.

"Well, I'll go try the strength of the peak fighters in Shengguo after dinner, I hope I won't be disappointed." Lin Tuo swallowed the remaining half of the egg, secretly making up his mind.

As for the target...he had already determined it.

That is the previous generation of Qin Tianjian, the retired "Jianzheng", the protagonist in the storyteller's story.

It is also the strongest cultivator on the mainland in this era, the first-rank Martial Sect——Wang Xundao.

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Different from the time in reality, in No. 3 sandbox, it is now summer.

On the mainland, everything is in full bloom, and it is the time when the vitality is the strongest and the weather is the hottest.

The Dasheng Dynasty is located in the center of the mainland, and the capital is located in the north-central part of the Sheng Kingdom.

It is the largest male city in the mainland.

To the east of the capital, more than ten miles away, stands a beautiful peak.

This is the so-called Dongshan.

Dongshan has beautiful scenery, facing the royal garden, and there are few people at the foot.

On the mountain, there are a lot of classical buildings, pavilions, bluestone pavement, and clear springs. If the season is right, there will be clouds and mist floating, covering the top of the mountain.

It's a nice view near the capital, but it's a pity that few people dare to approach it.

Because the entire capital, and even the entire world, knew that the strongest martial master on the mainland lived in this eastern mountain.

At this moment, under the bright sun, beside a pool, in a gazebo, there are two people sitting opposite each other playing chess, and in the distance, a large group of palace guards are standing quietly.

There was a person in the pavilion who was dressed in a bright yellow robe, he was about forty years old, and he was actually the emperor of Dasheng Kingdom.

The other person was obviously an old man, who was simply wearing a blue and white short robe, with white beard and hair, but his eyes were clearer and sharper than the pool water beside him.

"Pa-ta. Your Majesty's chess skills are getting better and better, and I am invincible." Suddenly, the old man smiled and surrendered.

On the opposite side, the emperor of the Sheng Kingdom smiled bitterly and said, "Master Wang has made fun of me again. It's too obvious to let the water go."

"Haha," Wang Xun said with a smile, "Your Majesty has a lot of things to do every day, so there is no reason to waste your mind on it. You must know that chess is like practicing martial arts. Only by concentrating on one can you be able to improve."

After saying this, the mainland's number one martial arts master suddenly felt a sense of loss in his heart.

Concentrate on one... This is indeed the creed that he has been famous for most of his life, but at this moment, it seems a bit ironic to say it to the emperor across from him.

Thinking about it carefully, since a few years ago, I left Qin Tianjian, faded out of the sight of the capital, and came to Dongshan to live in seclusion in order to be able to meditate, concentrate, and seek a breakthrough in practice.

But in the past few years, how can I "concentrate on one"?

However, this seems to be an unsolvable problem.

Hundreds of years ago, the legendary "monster slaying master" handed down Taoism, and the rise of monks, people finally mastered the way to swallow vitality, gained the ability to fight against monsters, and gain a foothold in this world.

For six hundred years, generations of "monster slayers" have been trying to seek breakthroughs, opening up a "road to the sky" for monks all over the world.

However, since the establishment of the country after the great prosperity and unification, the way of martial arts seems to have stagnated.

Countless talented and brilliant people are stubbornly stuck on the so-called "level" of the first rank, and can only make up for it through quantity.

However, quantity is not the right way after all.

Wang Xundao came from the establishment of the Dasheng Dynasty, the fastest promoted and the most talented monk.

He had been placed with high hopes, hoping that he could break the bottleneck of "body training" and find a way to go above the first rank.

He also thought that he could do it.

But it wasn't until he finally set foot on the upper stage of the first rank and cleared away the clouds and mist that he finally realized how majestic the wall above his head was.

No matter what method he tried, he couldn't be shaken.

This once made him doubt whether there is still a "road" ahead, perhaps, the first rank is the end of human beings' reach.

In order to seek an opportunity to break through, he even traveled all over the country, competing with monks from all walks of life, and even stepped into the wilderness to fight against the powerful monsters, but he still failed.

In the end, he even simply announced to the world, offered sky-high rewards, and openly sought challengers. However, who would dare to challenge a first-rank great Wuzong?

As a result, no one has responded to this so-called "fight" for more than ten years.

Later, when I left Qin Tianjian, on the one hand, I was old, and more importantly, I still wanted to find a quiet place, so I thought about it carefully.

You can ask yourself, is the so-called "hidden cultivation" another kind of escape?

Thinking of this, the smile on Wang Xundao's face disappeared, and he sighed deeply.

On the opposite side, Emperor Dasheng knew the crux of his heart, but he didn't know how to persuade him, so he changed the subject and said:

"By the way, when I came to Dongshan today, besides relaxing, I have one more thing to do. This summer's martial arts test is about to start..."

"No!" Wang Xun said as he pulled the chessboard away.

Emperor Dasheng smiled helplessly: "Just show your face, and you can come back when you go. Qin Tianjian's martial arts exam attracts the world's attention. Every important person sits in the town, and it is always a little bit of a meaning."

Wang Xundao raised his slender white eyebrows, looked at the nominal monarch, his private disciple and friend, and was about to refuse again.

Suddenly, at this moment, as if sensing something, his expression moved slightly, and he turned his head to look down the mountain.

Immediately, there was only a little noise coming from over there:

"who?"

"Stop him!"

"How did he get in here?"

Amidst the noise, one could see a figure in a black cloak stepping up the mountain unhurriedly on the mountain road.

Behind him, on the long mountain road, the royal guards at the foot of the mountain and the strong Qin Tianjian are hurriedly chasing up along the mountain road.

They were not worried that the emperor would be in danger.

Because everyone knows that Wang Xundao is standing beside the current sage.

In this world, no one is a match for this first-rank martial artist, not even humans or demons.

What they were worried about was the crime of disturbing Sheng Jia.

In addition, there are many doubts:

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the entrance to the mountain road was tightly blocked. How did that man in the cloak break through their blockade quietly?

However, before this doubt was answered, everyone heard a thunderous voice from the mountain:

"Who are you?"

That was the First Rank Great Wuzong, and Wang Xundao was asking questions.

Just a single word made one's heart palpitate, blood surged, people stopped almost subconsciously, raised their heads, and looked at the top of the mountain reverently.

Then, they heard a clear, gentle voice that rolled across Dadong Mountain like a spring breeze:

"You are Wang Xundao? I heard people say that competitions are accepted here. Well, I'm here to challenge."