The stone steps are steep and uneven, and the sides are even more dangerous. If you are not careful, you will fall off.
After walking for less than a long time, Wang Lin felt that his legs were like lead, sweating like rain, and it was as difficult to walk as if breathless. When he looked at the foot of the mountain, this stone steps path was not long, but he actually walked on it, but found This path seems to have no end, making people feel desperate from the bottom of their hearts.
In front of him there were a dozen strong teenagers, all panting, slowly climbing up. So far, no one has given up.
Wang Lin gritted his teeth and insisted. He knew this was his last chance. The eyes of his parents had been lingering in his heart. At this moment, a teenager behind him suddenly trembled and stepped on the air. His body quickly fell from the side, screaming in horror. Suddenly resounded.
"I give up, help!"
Everyone stopped and looked down at the same time, only to see a black light flashing, a Hengyue school disciple rushed out from somewhere, grabbed the young man who was in the air, and gently landed at the foot of the mountain.
Wang Lin was pale, silent, and cautiously continued to climb up. Time passed in a hurry. Two days later, the dozen or so teenagers in front of him could no longer be seen.
Wang Lin didn't know how many of these companions gave up. He only knew that he could not give up. Although he had felt the bleeding blisters on his legs and feet, and the piercing pain came from the broken blood blisters, he still insisted on using it. Climb forward by hand.
"The child has a strong heart, but the road is merciless, futile, futile..." With a long sigh, he fell from the top of the mountain far away. A middle-aged man with a sallow complexion fell lightly from the stone steps. Quickly walked by, with emotion on his face.
When passing by Wang Lin, the middle-aged man paused for a moment. This was the sixth teenager he saw, but he was definitely the most embarrassed one. His whole body was bloody, his clothes were soaked in blood, his knees and toes were bloody. Fuzzy, it was just climbing a little bit with both hands. The middle-aged man sighed softly and asked, "My child, what's your name?"
Wang Lin's expression was blurred. He had only one thought in his heart, that is to climb to the top of the mountain when he died. He didn't even hear the middle-aged people's questioning. In his eyes, except for this stone-stepped path. , Nothing else.
The middle-aged man stared into Wang Lin's eyes and was moved by the strength of his mind. He pressed his hand on Wang Lin's head and then shook his head and said to himself: "The perseverance is great, but the aptitude is too ordinary, no chance, no chance... He glanced at Wang Lin deeply, and continued to walk down the stone steps.
The next night, Wang Lin's hands were bloody and bloody. The stone steps he climbed left behind a deep blood stain. Wang Lin no longer knew about this. Now he was urging his body with a single thought, and his breath was gone. At the end of the day.
At the moment of sunrise on the third day, he seemed to see the end of the stone steps vaguely, but at this time a ruthless voice came like thunder, shocking his heart.
"The time has come, only three qualified, and the rest... failed!"
Wang Lin let out a sorrowful laugh, and slumped on the stone steps, unconscious.
Three days ago, the middle-aged man in black, who tested his talent, stood on the top of the mountain, looking at Wang Lin, who was less than ten feet away, with a ruthless look in his eyes.
At this time, a few Hengyue disciples quickly walked down from the top of the mountain, bringing all the teenagers who were still persisting to the mountain along the way, and uniformly fed medicine.
"Brother, 39 testers, 25 people gave up. In addition to the three qualified, there are 11 others." A female disciple of the Hengyue School said in a cold voice that she had undergone such a brutal test that year, and finally relied on her own self. The foundation for practicing martial arts, barely qualified in perseverance, became a registered disciple. After nearly ten years of hard work, he still hasn't become a real disciple.
The black-clothed middle-aged man had a cold expression, nodded slightly, and the 11 teenagers who were all in a coma, said indifferently: "The three qualified people, take them to the chores office and arrange future work. The 25 who gave up, Send them back to their respective families. As for the 11 people who persisted until the end, after they wake up, they will be sent to the sword spirit pavilion to see if anyone has a relationship with the sword spirit. If not, they will still be sent back to their respective families."
After speaking, the middle-aged people walked away without even looking at these teenagers.
Three days later, in the sword spirit pavilion, all 11 teenagers, including Wang Lin, stood aside pale. The wounds on Wang Lin's body had healed, but the wounds in his heart were torn bigger, and there were bursts of heartache. , Can't stop devouring his body and mind.
This sword spirit test was not presided over by a middle-aged man in black, but a strange young man in white, but without exception, his expressions were cold, and the eyes looking at them were as ruthless as looking at an ant.
"This is the final test. Those who can walk into this room are qualified." The young man's words were brief, and his face was even more impatient.
As far as Wang Lin's eyes were, it was an extremely ordinary house. The door in the middle of the house opened, and when he looked inside, he saw an ancient sword of different lengths placed inside.
The teenagers walked to the room one by one in order. As soon as the first teenager approached the five feet of the house, he was struggling and was pushed back several feet by an invisible force.
"Unqualified, next one!" the young man said lightly.
Wang Lin was the seventh. All the six people before him were unable to move forward at five feet. He smiled bitterly, brought up the few hopes left in his heart, and walked forward.
After stepping on the five feet easily, Wang Lin was in a daze. His inner expectations rose quickly, his mouth was dry, his heart beat wildly, and he continued to walk another ten feet. He still didn't feel any discomfort at this time.
The young man let out a "huh", his eyes flashed, showing a look of interest, his face was slightly slow, and he said: "Don't hesitate, keep walking in. If you can walk into the house and get the sword spirit's approval, even if you test it twice before Those who fail to pass will be accepted as true disciples!"
The other ten teenagers all showed envy, and there was deep jealousy in this envy.
Wang Lin's heart was tense. The look of his parents' expectations came into his mind again, and he stepped out again. At this time, he was still thirty feet away from the door. Wang Lin was anxious and took another step.
At this moment, a huge force suddenly appeared, rushing to Wang Lin frantically, his body quickly retreated uncontrollably, and he stopped at a point more than ten feet away.
The other teenagers standing aside all showed mockery in their eyes. In their opinion, Wang Lin should be the same as himself, and there could be no chance.
With a sorrowful laugh, Wang Lin's torn wound in his heart became bigger, and the eyes of his parents' expectations gradually disappeared from his mind.
The young man's expression was as cold as before, and he said lightly: "Unqualified, next one."