Rebirth Profession Sells Miserably

Flowers and trees, stone tombs, dazzling words.

At that moment, the distant memories overlapped here, the unforgettable pain was infinitely superimposed, the heart-piercing roar resounded wildly, and the raging demons occupied the soul.

The tyrannical breath surrounds him, as if it is possible to break through the sky at any time.

"Oh! -" The ball bit his wrist fiercely, let the smell of blood stimulate his mind, and broke his right leg with a punch, only then restrained himself and did not rush directly.

Zi Yang's expression was also a little trance, but the ball's reaction was too fierce, but it made him withdraw from that moment of trance, and looked at the crazy self-inflicted ball with a little astonishment.

"you……"

The road behind him was still collapsing, Zi Yang couldn't ask more, and directly picked up the ball that fell to the ground with a broken leg, strode up the last step, and rushed out of the barrier.

"Congratulations, you are currently the only one who has successfully passed the False Realm."

Zi Yang followed the sound and found that it was a round table. There were two rows of people standing on either side of the table. They were all wearing silver robes. The sleeves and plackets of the robes were embroidered with the ancient family pattern.

The speaker is the leading man. His clothing looks more complicated than others. He is also wearing a white gauze garment. There is a long rope woven of gold thread through the cuffs and knots under the wide sleeves. Into a long golden tassel.

There is a round stone table in the middle of the round table, on which is placed something covered with a silver cloth.

Further forward, there is a long ladder with almost no end in sight, as if it can just go up the cloud along the ladder.

Zi Yang put the ball down and found that he had fainted, so he had to help him put his right leg back, and then sprinkled the golden sore medicine on the **** wrist that was bitten by him.

"There are two more levels ahead. Fellow Daoists can first hand your friends to us for placement, and we will take care of his wounds." The man said again.

"No need." Zi Yang took out a belt from the space, put the ball on his back, and tied it firmly with the belt.

The man didn't say much either, since they wanted to add a burden to themselves, they didn't have much to say.

"There are a hundred keys on the round table. One of them can open the door on this ladder. What we test in this level is perseverance and luck. You can only choose one of the hundred keys. As long as the door can be opened, it is considered as clearance." The man explained on the side.

Zi Yang glanced around, "Where are the people who came in before?"

"You are the only person who has walked here at the moment. The monks who have not walked here have fallen into the abyss of illusion. Our people are treating them. After all, getting lost in the illusion can easily hurt the sea of ​​consciousness. "The man pointed to the ball on Zi Yang's back: "Just like him, if you don't get treatment in time and guide them out of the illusion, it's easy to breed demons."

Setting up a vain state is obviously their handwriting, and now they are still acting as a kind of guiding treatment for others, which is really funny.

"You can see it?" Zi Yang asked.

The man reacted for a while and realized that he was referring to the illusory realm he had just experienced, and explained: "The illusory realm is something that only you can see. Gu’s illusory realm can be based on your mind at the time. Think, build the most feared and deepest picture in your heart. This picture may have happened in reality, or it may have been imagined by you."

Zi Yang was silent for a moment, and glanced sideways at the ball lying on his back: "Maybe it will happen. Is it possible that two people see the same picture at the same time?"

The man shook his head: "Impossible."

Zi Yang: "..."

The man thought for a while, and then said: "Unless the two people think, think, read, and experience are exactly the same, it is possible to see exactly the same picture in the realm of illusion, and at most One or two, it is impossible to walk through this one hundred and eight bluestone slabs. The 108 pictures are all the same. Even if they are twins, they can't have the same idea."

Zi Yang: "..."

What is thought, thought, thought, and experience exactly the same?

he and I?

If he can, Zi Yang really wants to pry off the brain of the ball now to see what he is thinking in his head. Why is it the same as he thinks?

Also, those pictures, especially the last one, the tombstone...

He bet that he and Qiuqiu would never imagine Xingshu's tombstone.

In other words, did that happen in real?

how is this possible? !

Zi Yang felt that this idea was ridiculous and ridiculous.

He wanted to pull the corners of his mouth open and laugh at his absurd idea, but he couldn't laugh it out.

Because he suddenly remembered that there were two characters engraved on the tombstone just now, two characters he would never think of Xingshu.

If this is not true, how can this be explained?

"Human Emperor..." Zi Yang picked up a key and stepped onto the first step, muttering: "What's the name of Human Emperor? Why do I think he is Human Emperor?"

Walking the stairs is actually not that difficult, because there are no obstacles here, just a very long ladder.

Zi Yang quickly walked to the end of the stairs and saw a silver door shining. Zi Yang took out the key from his sleeve and inserted it into the keyhole.

Choosing one of a hundred keys, or without seeing the door, is completely without any technique, it is all luck.

"Click."

The key turned, and the door in front of Zi Yang opened in response.

At the same time, standing outside the Gu’s trial site, the disciples who were in charge of sending the queued people into the trial suddenly received a message.

"Anyone who can inherit the secret technique, look for it, and found it." The Gu disciple headed by him listened to the news in shock, and then made a decisive decision to stop the group of people who were about to enter at the gate of the Gu's trial field.

"Sorry, all the immortal masters who came from afar." Gu's disciple quickly recovered, let out his own voice, and said in a loud voice: "Just now, we Gu's had already experienced the challenge just now. , Selected the successor of the unique secret technique."

There was an uproar all around.

"Obviously there are still a lot of people queuing! Is there no chance for others?"

"Yeah! Are you playing with us?!"

"It's too much!"

...

The people were aggrieved and wanted Gu's explanation.

However, the man in charge is very calm: "This is the four joint selection conference. The Gu family only selected suitable people in advance. You can also go to the other three sects for trials."

The man pointed to Gu’s trial site and said, “It’s true that in our trial, the second level is for people to choose the only correct key out of a hundred keys. Only the right one is chosen. In order to open the door, and just now, the correct key was selected by someone. That is to say, no matter how the people behind choose, it is the wrong key, and if the wrong key is selected, there is no Pass the second pass."

The man made a please gesture to everyone: "Everyone, Gu does not want to waste everyone's time, so please go back."

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"...That's it." Otoya touched his beard and said: "The selection conferences of these four companies have been publicized a few months ago and attracted so many people. As a result, the Gu family unexpectedly stopped for the first day. When the time came, the candidate was confirmed, and I don't know if the old guy should be too sincere or too stubborn."

"But, now that the candidate has been determined, why bother to try other people? Just to make this selection conference more spectacular, take a lot of effort?" Miaoya shook his head: "Old head He can’t manage so much now. His time is running out. The sooner he can find someone who can inherit the secret technique, the better. He is too happy to be happy. Now I’m afraid that he has already started preparing for the inheritance. Where can I care about what others say , What do you think?"

Suddenly, a golden cloth flew over and interrupted the... lips of the two facing each other.

Xing Shu was still sitting cross-legged on the platform, his fingertips still on the strings, and the smile on his face was very...mild.

He gently said with his lips: "Don't you think it hurts people like this?"

Otoya took off the plug from his ears, and after confirming that the "curling piano sound" had been released from the "remaining sound around the beam" state, he was finally relieved.

Seeing that Yinzai's expression was normal, Miao Zai took off the plugs from his ears, and commented: "Young Master Xing's talent in rhythm is beyond the reach of others, and Miao admires him."

"The sound is the same as above."

Xingshu: "..."

Xing Shu plucked the strings, rarely depressed: "Is it so unpleasant? I played it to my son before, and his response was pretty good."

"How did he react?" Miao Zai asked curiously.

"He vomited the deposited poisonous blood and fell asleep peacefully."

Two people: "..." This is really a good response.

Miao Zai picked up the "Book to the Lord" that was thrown on the ground again, and put it back into his sleeve: "Young Master Xing, I just didn't think about it well. This letter is definitely not for you."

Xing Shu raised his eyebrows.

Otoya pressed Miaoya's hand: "But he plucked the stringless shiqin."

Xing Shu glanced at Shiqin, which was placed in the middle of this hall by Yuan Bao.

Miaozai's expression suddenly became tangled, as if two villains split in his heart, each occupying a judgment, tearing each other.

"That..." Xing Shu finally couldn't help asking, "Two seniors, if you have something to say, it's better to say it straight. Are you not tired if you are hinting like this?"

Unexpectedly, the two shook their heads firmly: "Don't say it!"

Xingshu: "..."

Xing Shu's fingertips plucked the strings.

The two immediately put on earplugs quickly.

Xing Shu had to step forward and stretched out his hand towards Miaozai.

Miaozai reacted for a while, then took out the golden cloth from her sleeve and handed it to Xing Shu's hand.

Xingshu unfolded the cloth, and read: "Welcome to my king, and the imperial driver is here. Is this what you want to say?"