How can one become an immortal if one is so lazy?

"The shadow of the voodoo doll falls."

"Little sword man!"

"What is this?"

The shadow of the long sword falls.

"Ah this... this..."

Hong Butian took a breath and frowned. What is this? It seems that it is not mentioned in the preparatory materials. This, this...

"Whatever it is, it must be a sword!"

"Congratulations! You have successfully passed the first test!"

The voice that sounded became passionate: "The answerer Hong Butian, you are one step closer to joining my Wujing Sword Sect!"

"Huh..."

Hong Butian took a long breath, and a dazzling light appeared in his eyes. He was getting closer and closer to his dream!

Although Xiaoyang Xiaoli had achieved unexpected achievements in the Five Elements Sect, as long as he wanted, he could enter the Five Elements Sect at any time, but he still wanted to come here to try and see if he could enter the Wujing Sword Sect with his own ability without being a relative!

What?

The Great Elder of the Medicine King Sect is also considered a relationship?

That's fine!

Hong Butian's heart quickened, his face was full of determination, he had already decided that if he failed this time, he would go back to his hometown... and become a relative!

Ahem, that, the dream still cannot be abandoned, the younger brother and sister also have good intentions, can't let them down, right!

Yes, that's right!

Having already found a way out for himself (crossed out), Hong Butian, who has already burned his boats and prepared for a desperate battle, is now fearless!

"Although I can understand your excitement, you have to relax."

The ethereal voice spoke again: "Your talent and bones must have been tested before, and you are of medium to high quality, which meets the standard.

And just now, the test was whether you are willing to stick to your original intention. Well, even if I repeatedly used wrong answers such as "spear" and "sledgehammer" to induce you, you did not fall for it, and pointed out the fact that they are swords truthfully, and you also passed the test!"

Hong Butian: "..."

Can I fast forward? Can I skip this plot dialogue? He doesn't want to listen to this guy's nonsense at all!

"Ahem, that, the second test, perseverance!"

The ethereal voice got to the point: "A qualified sword cultivator should have the awareness of practicing day after day without sleep, not be disturbed by the external environment, and only have his own sword in his eyes. Only in this way can he become a powerful sword cultivator with great achievements!"

"Perseverance... just like what Senior Sister Zhao said..."

Hong Butian lowered his head, full of confidence, perseverance, he has plenty!

As for external interference...

Heh!

Thinking about Hong Butian, when he was practicing hard every day these years, two guys were always eating, reading novels, sleeping beside him, and they were also laughing and chattering, and occasionally fighting. It was like putting him on a construction site, but didn't he persist as always?

"Requirement: practice for five days. During this process, you may be stopped at any time, or you may be deliberately disturbed.

But remember, you can only stop after hearing the word "no realm". If you stop practicing before that, you will be considered unqualified!

The test taker, Hong Butian, do you understand?"

"I understand!"

Hong Butian nodded heavily. It's only five days, and practice is gone in a flash!

…………

However, at this time, in the underworld, Hong Butian's two brothers and sisters had different ideas.

"Oh my God!"

Hong Li cried.

"Earth!"

Hei Yang wailed.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Meng Po sighed helplessly. Was it her illusion? Why did she feel more tired after having two helpers?

"What's wrong? You ask what's wrong!"

Hei Yang widened his eyes and pointed to the non-existent watch on his wrist.

"Fifty minutes, we have been working for a full fifty minutes, and we still can't get a break. Isn't this exploiting our labor force?"

"Ah! I'm almost dying~~"

Hongli's face was pale, revealing a look of a beauty with a short life, weak and sickly body, and a weak kidney and cold body. She coughed twice.

"Cough, cough, I feel my brain is roaring, my eyes are black, the world is turning upside down, my steps are weak, my legs are weak, my waist is sore, my arms are painful, and I can't even feel my hands!

Oh, God! My hand! Where is my hand! Why can't I feel it!

Heiyang, help me see where my hand has gone!"

"Damn it, I'm sorry, Xiaoli, I can't do it anymore!"

Heiyang covered his eyes painfully: "Just now, I was blinded by the high-intensity labor pressure, and now I can't see your beautiful appearance!"

"Oh! How could this happen!"

"Don't be afraid, Xiaoli, as long as we are still together..."

"From now on, I will be your eyes and you will be my hands!"

"Ah! I'm so touched! A friend in need is a friend indeed. Xiaoli, you are my angel!"

Meng Po: "..."

Hei Yang: "..."

Hong Li: "..."

"That..."

Hong Li asked tentatively: "Meng Po?"

"Just, after watching our performance, ahem, no, I mean, after watching our true feelings..."

Hei Yang asked frantically: "Don't you have any feelings?"

"..."

Meng Po didn't know how to answer for a while, and her mouth twitched slightly: "What feelings can I have?"

"Just..."

Hei Yang showed a funny expression: "Didn't you think of letting us take a break!"

"A while means..."

Hongli beeped softly and added: "Just let us rest for ten days and a half, preferably until we leave..."

"..."

Po Meng couldn't help but rolled her eyes and pointed at the dead souls on the Naihe Bridge outside the pavilion.

"I don't know if you can rest, but after watching your performance, this guy almost vomited out the Meng Po soup he just drank..."

Hei Yang and Hong Li: "???"

"Hello!"

Po Meng suddenly turned her head to look at the dead soul, pointed the spoon at him, and said with a murderous look on her face: "Don't spit it out, swallow it back, do you understand?!"

"Uh huh, gulu gulu, gah..."

The deceased soul was pinching his neck in pain, his body was saying "No, I'm going to vomit", but his mind was telling him "If I vomit, I'm done"!

For a moment, I was in a dilemma, my soul was shaking, I gritted my teeth, swallowed hard, and then I bent over and squatted on the bridge and retched.

"One more bowl, I, I can't forget it..."

Hongli and Heiyang: "???"

"Hey! What the hell do you mean!"

Hei Yang looked unhappy and couldn't help shouting: "You are deliberately looking for trouble, right! Even if you feel nauseated again during our performance... Bah, I mean, no matter how bad your stomach is, you will feel better after drinking the warm soup. It should be fine!”

"That's right! Why can't you forget it after drinking a bowl? Who do you think you are? Are you the only one special?"

Hongli bared her teeth and claws: "Grandma Meng, I think this guy must be a spy for the hostile forces. He is definitely not a good guy. I suggest a strict investigation. No... I suggest you just throw him into the Wangchuan River! Ouch!"

"Pang! Pong!" After two sounds, Meng Po looked at the two naughty children touching their heads with aggrieved looks on their faces, and took back the spoon speechlessly.

"He was choking, and the effect was just a little slower. The most profound memory was not completely erased for a while..."

Mrs. Meng rolled her eyes and continued to ladle soup and pass bowls: "Next one, the one outside should speed up. I wasted a little time just now."

"What about us?"*2

"You two go and have a rest..."

"Wuhu! Long live grandma!"

"..."

Po Meng frowned and fell into deep thought.

"Speaking of which, my 10,000th birthday passed a long time ago...

I remember, the Lord of Hell seemed to have given me a day off that day? "

Chapter 237 The International Convention on the Rights of the Child defines a child as anyone under the age of 18...

"Hoo!"

Under Po Meng's vigilant gaze, Hei Yang Hongli put all the small stools they had moved out back into the storage bag, put her hands in and groped carefully.

What kind of work are you going to do for her again?

Po Meng frowned and realized that things were not simple.

Hei Yang took out a broom and Hong Li took out a dustpan and swept the non-existent dust on the ground of Meng Po Pavilion.

What to scan? Meng Poting is much cleaner than your old broom, right?

After confirming that there was no dust on the ground, Heiyang Hongli looked at each other and pulled out a layer of mattresses, another layer of mattresses, and another layer of mattresses from the storage bag...

The mattresses were folded up and sheets were put on them. The two of them rolled on the sheets from one side and rolled around intoxicatedly until they collided in the center, then bounced back. They looked up side by side and kicked each other again.

A large quilt unfolded, wrapping the two of them, and forcing them to squeeze towards each other's position. They pressed the edge of the quilt under their bodies to cover them up, and put a large soft pillow under their heads to ensure that their postures were in the most comfortable state. .

Then, Hongying Hongli folded his hands on his chest, lay flat on the "bed", closed his eyes, coughed and died peacefully... and fell asleep peacefully.

The expressions of the boys and girls are calm and peaceful. After closing their eyes, the eyes are no longer visible, allowing people to focus on the other four features on their faces: delicate, beautiful, and dazzling.

Even Mrs. Meng had to admit that as long as these two naughty children closed their eyes and mouths, they looked really pretty, quiet and lovable. They were just like two sleeping beauties, ahem...

Even the wailing and hissing ghosts in the Wangchuan River seemed unable to bear to destroy the tranquility and became cautious, lest they disturb the two of them.

For a time, the surrounding atmosphere became harmonious and beautiful...

"Bang! Bang!"

Spread the spoon on each of the two heads.

"Ouch!"*2

Hei Yang Hongli sat up suddenly, covering her head with an unhappy look on her face, and looked at the perpetrator, Po Meng.

"Grandma Meng, why are you beating us again!"

"That's right, isn't it time to rest?"

"uh-huh?"