When every disciple lined up to get the number plate of love, without the slightest bit of defense and without the slightest concern, the first round of the ten method meeting officially kicked off.
The secret realm is called "Water Mirror" and is located in Jiuyou Mountain on the outskirts of Luan City. In order to ensure fairness and equality, the arenas of Zhuji, Jindan and Yuanying players are separated in an orderly manner and will not affect each other.
Ning Ning was accustomed to unannounced surprise exams due to her previous life experience, so she did not have much psychological burden and walked straight into it with the Star Mark Sword.
Like Xiaozhongshan, disciples who enter the secret realm of trials will be randomly teleported to different locations. She was lucky, she didn't go to the cliff or the beast's nest, and the scene she saw when she opened her eyes was a lush and lush forest.
At night, the towering ancient trees covered most of the moonlight, and only the spirit mushrooms and moss growing under the trees exuded light, hazy and thin like mist, making it difficult for people to see clearly.
In the vast forest, the gloomy branches and leaves converged into a surging green wave. Looking around, it was full of emerald green and dark brown, and there was an overwhelming sense of oppression, which made Ning Ning a little breathless.
The mushrooms are round as balls, hanging on the treetops and trunks, like small colorful lanterns. With the light emitted by it, Ning Ning looked down at the token in his hand.
The token is only half the size of a palm, and it is made of pear blossom fragrant wood. When you hold it in your hand, you can smell the elegant and quiet fragrance.
A talisman that she didn't understand was meticulously engraved on the card surface, presumably in order to sense the secret realm and monitor the movements of the bearer at all times.
The token can only be carried around, and is not allowed to be put into the storage bag. She didn't think much about it and put it in her jacket pocket.
Although this trial was mentioned in the original book, it was written in an extremely running account, basically without any reference value—
Not only did it not mention the fact that the dharma meeting was held in advance, but even the plot was the same as "Pei Ji met people, Pei Ji killed people, and Pei Ji held the largest number of tokens, which made the elders tsk tsk amazement".
Like an expired sugar cane, it is long and boring, and I don't know why I was willing to endure and read the book.
She played in Luan City all day today, and she had already consumed most of her energy. She planned to wait for the banquet to return to the inn to recharge her energy, but she did not expect that the elders slapped on the forehead and directly caught everyone off guard.
There are often spirit beasts attacking people in the mountains, and the most urgent task now is to find a safe place to rest as soon as possible.
Ning Ning yawned a little tiredly, and was about to walk forward when he suddenly noticed a few faint auras coming towards him, and the moment it touched the skin, it dissipated like light smoke, and there was no trace of it.
Their sense of existence is very thin, and there should be some distance from the person who exudes aura.
Everyone was separated one by one, and it was impossible for the same sect to successfully rendezvous in such a short period of time, so the possibility of a gang committing a crime could be ruled out. And judging from the murderous aura in these breaths, it is likely that several disciples met in a narrow way and fought directly.
Ning Ning has fully inherited the fine tradition that has been passed down by the Chinese people for thousands of years - love to join in the fun. Anyway, I am idle at the moment. It is better to be a melon eater and admire the demeanor of the elite disciples of the major sects.
If there is a chance, maybe you can take advantage of the chaos and grab a few tokens.
She has never been a character of sitting still, and it is obviously more interesting to take the initiative to attack than to hide and hide like a salted fish.
Ning Ning did what he said, and immediately sensed the source of spiritual energy and moved forward step by step. It didn't take long before I heard a woman's scolding: "Everyone is a sound repair, is it necessary to kill them all?"
Her heart moved, and she took a few steps forward with her breath. Through the shadows of the verdant trees, I saw four figures facing each other.
Three men and one woman, the woman in Tsing Yi has beautiful eyebrows and wears the door clothes of Luming Mountain; the young man standing not far from her is full of anger, playing the jade flute in his hand with a smile, and among the four, he belongs to him. The most murderous.
A delicate young man stood impatiently under the tree, his eyebrows were full of irritability, and the jade-white attire all over his body should be from Paramount; the monk of Fanyin Temple opposite him looked as usual, and seemed to have a little bit of change. Tired, he leaned against the tree trunk with his eyes down.
The young man turned the flute in a circle around his fingertips, raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Put the rest of us together, the meaning of the elders can't be more obvious—they want to see a good show, we are disciples, how can there be any rejection? Why? It's better to obey the wishes of the elders and have a good fight."
The boy in white looked mocking: "Speaking so grandly, to put it bluntly, don't you just want the token on us? It's useless to talk too much, come on!"
The young man was waiting for his words, and when he heard the words, he jumped into the air and stood on the branch of the ancient tree as thick as a human arm.
Unlike swords or spells with tangible qualities, the rhythm seems to be delicate and elegant, but in fact there is no trace of ghosts and ghosts, and it is always changing, often killing people in the invisible and invisible. The sound of his flute was melodious and melodious. As the rhythm fluctuated and changed, the night wind surrounding the forest turned into sharp blades, and after a screeching sound, they rushed straight to the three of them under the tree.
Ning Ning hid his breath and stood in a bush not far away. The flute sound fluttered into her ears, because it did not threaten her, and from the perspective of the melon-eating crowd, it was a good song to listen to.
The rhythm is carried by the evening wind and poured everywhere, sneaking into every secluded corner, like a cool and comfortable rain on a summer night, which is refreshing - provided that its increasing murderousness is ignored.
The boy in white was born in Paramount, which is famous for its rhythm. At this time, he was naturally unwilling to be outdone. After avoiding the sharp winds, he took out a storage bag from his arms.
coming!
Ning Ning's interest increased greatly, and he looked at his hands expectantly.
Most of the Yinxiu are elegant and dignified, and their weapons are mainly flutes, qin and pipa. Now there are several Yinxiu on the field, and all of them are of good strength. If you round it up, it is a free open-air music concert.
I saw a dark light flashing from the storage bag in the hand of the boy in white, but in the blink of an eye, there was a...
Erhu.
The corner of the youth's mouth twitched, but he continued to play the flute with all his attention.
As the pitch got higher and higher and the changes became faster and faster, the wind blade and spiritual power became stronger and stronger.
Immediately, the boy picked up the bow, and the erhu sounded.
Ning Ning always thought that Yin Xiu's goal was to cultivate beautiful rhythm and melodiousness, until the appearance of this young man gave her a heavy blow.
This is not pulling erhu.
This is pulling a saw.
As a traditional musical instrument, the erhu is mainly characterized by serenity and sadness.
However, when the boy in white pulled the bow, it was not a gurgling sound, but a terrifying noise similar to a fingernail cutting through a blackboard.
Just listening to this, Ning Ning was almost sent away. That song is not "quiet and sad" at all, the real sadness is the poor person who heard this song.
Beyond immortality, beyond history, this wave is a unique magic attack.
Ning Ning wanted to rush forward, and told him with tears in his eyes: "Don't pull, don't pull! The saw in your hand is definitely rusted!"
Rao, the arrogant and domineering young man before, would never have imagined that this young man who seemed to be weak and gentle in front of him was actually a ruthless character.
As soon as the erhu came out, coupled with his terrible playing skills, the situation changed in an instant, and every flower and grass was very bleak.
The young man is difficult to deal with in secret, but he has no way out. In desperation, he can only play the flute and resist. Who would have thought that the woman from Lumingshan also took out the storage bag, and read the formula after observing the situation in front of her.
Ning Ning couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.
The young man turned the erhu into a saw, and almost completely covered up the sound of the flute. What kind of weapon did this woman use to take it out without hesitation under such circumstances
Is it—
The light in the storage bag dissipated, and the musical instrument in the woman's hand in Tsing Yi gradually appeared.
Slim body, large conical horn, gilt gold throughout.
It is a golden suona.
The young man playing the flute turned pale, and his mentality collapsed.
This woman had been tame and cowardly before. Judging from the temperament of her body, she should be a piano player no matter what—
As a result, you are the most outrageous one in the audience! One or two are pretending to be pigs and eating tigers, can there still be a little honesty and trust between people in this world!
He didn't want to play with this group of people.
The flute in his hand was so weak, pitiful and helpless, how could it withstand the tossing of those two bullies in the musical instrument world. Not to mention playing tunes, as soon as a donkey-like erhu sound is heard not far away, his tune can be taken directly to grandma's house, if the suona is played again...
As the saying goes, there are all kinds of musical instruments, and the suona is the king, either ascension to heaven or worship. The thousand-year-old pipa, the ten-thousand-year zheng, the erhu for a lifetime, and the suona sound to the end of the play.
The woman in Tsing Yi looked calm and raised the suona in her hand.
Once the song comes out, the four wilds are silent.
The high and loud rhythm is like a tide, pouring into the ears with the momentum of sweeping the world. With a flutter of eardrums, all other music became dull.
On the other side there was the incessant screeching of a donkey, on the other side was the screeching of a fierce tiger, and the young man's flute went around pitifully, and had long forgotten the original tone.
The three tit-for-tat auras collided in the night, and the surrounding wind was violent, like a hundred ghosts walking at night, and the horror was very scary.
The well-rounded Lexiu competed in the competition, and they were able to compete at a level and out of style. After a little packaging, they could go directly to the funeral home to carry the coffin for the funeral.
There is no person who does not cry with erhu, and there is no soul that cannot be sent away by suona.
Lying down and listening is the greatest respect for them.
At the beginning, the flute-playing youth who was the most violent at first couldn't support it. The branches under his feet were cut off by the ghostly music, and his body was also punched by the surging aura. He fell to the ground in an extremely embarrassed manner. Had to give up the token.
A piece of liver and intestines is broken, where can I find a soulmate in the end of the world.
The young man and the woman in Tsing Yi actually felt a bit of sympathy for each other in the battle. One token was naturally not enough for the two of them to share equally. Their eyes met silently for a moment, and at the same time they looked at the monk leaning against the tree.
The monk looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old. He had a clear and warm face. Although he could not be called handsome, his amber eyes were as quiet as an ancient well, and he could easily make people feel good.
In Fanyin Temple, in addition to Buddhist training, there is also a small group of music practitioners. Compared with Lumingshan and Paramount, the musical instruments they practice are much weirder.
Qin, Se, Zheng, and Xiao are all pediatrics, and wooden fish is the mainstream. I heard that a few years ago, there was a ruthless man who used his mouth as a musical instrument and specialized in chanting mantras. After a test, his mouth could spark.
If the monk also used the wooden fish, there is a high probability that he would be defeated by the two of them. Ning Ning felt that the time had come, and was hesitating whether to help, but suddenly caught a glimpse of the Buddha's masterpiece in front of him—
It wasn't just her who froze in place.
Even the professional funeral team stopped playing, showing a rather surprised look.
Where is the wooden fish that appeared under the Buddha's light
That thing was incomparably gigantic, with a perfectly round body, and when it gradually took shape, it stunned the four wilds with the air of a tyrant who gave up on me, and let out a thick humming sound.
Good guy, it's actually a fan bell that is as tall as two people.
The kind that Shaolin Temple rings every morning as an alarm.
The woman in Tsing Yi just wanted to curse.
Where can Lexiu use the Brahma bell as a weapon! When others are playing the piano and flute, do you use a bell and pestle to strike? ill!
Ning Ning was full of admiration, secretly saying that the major sects are really talented.
Although Jianxiu is a dog, most of them are sullen. The dog is restrained and the dog is not exposed.
However, this group of sound repairs is completely different.
They let themselves go, unabashedly, and even show it to others: Well, yes, this is my weapon.
For comparison, you can see Yinxiu who uses wooden fish, Brahma bell and suona as musical instruments, but you will never see Jianxiu who uses fire sticks as weapons.
Talent is talent.
This good show is progressing layer by layer, everyone hides it deeply, the elders are worthy of being elders, and even the whole person is so fresh and refined.
The woman and the boy obviously did not expect that one mountain was taller than the other, and each of the Lexiu present was weirder than the other. After being stunned for a while, he regained his strength and continued to play the music.
Erhu mournful, suona desolate and desolate, the well-deserved underworld soundtrack, elicited a strange cold wind.
And the young monk who was in the center of the storm did not change his expression. After nodding slightly, a huge bell appeared in his hand.
The Buddhist rhythm is solemn and clear, which is most incompatible with the two's musical styles. The moment the bell rang, two completely different spiritual powers collided with each other, and a deafening violent roar broke out, making Ning Ning have to cover his ears.
However, although the bell rang, the monk himself could not compete with the two.
The resounding bell sound was as heavy as a rock, and when the sound rushed to the ear, it was accompanied by bursts of palm winds containing Buddha energy. The young man and the woman in Tsing Yi cooperated side by side, using their spiritual power to slash away heavy blows, getting closer and closer to the monk.
Seeing that the monk was gradually losing the match, the young man shouted in a deep voice, "Hand over the token, and I will not hurt you!"
The other party ignored him, just burying his head and ringing the bell blindly.
So the two quickly looked at each other again, and at the same time stepped up the offensive and approached him step by step.
They were bound to win, but Ning Ning vaguely realized that something was wrong.
Although the monk was already at a disadvantage, he did not resist or seek peace, nor did he flee or intensify his offensive. He just stood there indifferently...
It was as if he specifically wanted to lure the two of them closer.
This thought rushed through his mind, and in an instant, the young monk suddenly raised his eyes.
His pupils were smooth and clear like a spring, but at this moment there was a dim light that could not be explained, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.
Ning Ning saw him raise the bell and pestle high, but he didn't use the pestle to hit the fan bell like before.
Instead, he lifted it up, like playing baseball, and in one fell swoop the Brahma bell in front of him...
To fly.
Fan Zhong had a big belly, spinning and jumping upright in the air without stopping, following the path made by the monk, directly hitting a man and a woman walking side by side.
Ning Ning was shocked.
object, physical attack? !
Why is the good-looking Brahma Bell beaten into a baseball by you! Stop it, this is not what Lexiu should do!
The two were knocked far away by the fan bell, and fell to the ground in a double diving posture. The synchronization rate of their movements was as high as 99%.
The woman in Tsing Yi had seen this kind of routine before, and she immediately burst into tears: "You, you are despicable! You actually hit someone with a musical instrument, I don't believe it!"
It seems that she is quite adaptable, and can blurt out that the big bell is called a "musical instrument."
The young man coughed a few times and tried to beg for mercy: "Master, monks take compassion as their heart, so let us both go!"
"Amitabha."
The young monk spoke softly, with a sympathetic tone: "The Buddha said, I Buddha will not overcome stupidity."
After speaking, he raised the clock and pestle in his hand, one at a time, and finished the work.