"Fellow Daoist doesn't seem to like talking." The system said.
Lin Shu: "... um."
"Cultivation must be calm, and it is good not to speak." The system still said with a smile.
Lin Shu quietly listened to the system compliment him.
Apart from his master, he has indeed never been praised by anyone else, which felt a little strange for a while.
I saw the system closed its eyes in a state of meditation, took a few breaths, opened it again, and said with a sigh, "The second trial should have been opened, so that fellow Daoists can discuss the Tao with others, but in this Shangling trial, The one who is suitable for discussing Dao with fellow Daoists is a stubborn one, who loves to be entangled with each other, so I am afraid that fellow Daoists will not be able to talk about him no matter what.”
After that, before Lin Shu could speak, he continued: "He just raises the bar, and you don't like to talk, so it's boring to think about. I'll make the decision for the time being, and I'll save you from this trial."
Lin Shu couldn't ask for it, and said, "Thank you."
He knew very well that he was incapable of talking, and it was not enough to talk to a normal person, let alone talk to a gangster.
It is also very interesting that this system can directly avoid a trial.
The system stood still on the top of the mountain, with wide robes and long sleeves, and fluttering robes, very immortal, and said: "One of the third tests, morning. It's just the morning weather. Daoist friends, please start."
Lin inadvertently saw that he was wearing a pitch-black three-foot long sword on his waist.
He was very familiar with the shape and pattern of this sword—it was the one he used before.
He looked at himself and saw that he was wearing a very simple white robe, which was also the dress of the old master.
It turns out that this "Shangling Dreamland" can reflect what people think in their hearts. When they were cultivating immortals, what kind of clothes they wore and what kind of swords they used would appear in the illusion one by one.
When he thought about it, the sword disappeared again, and he meditated in his heart again. After a while, it appeared again.
The system laughed: "Fellow Daoist really likes to play."
Lin Shu stopped playing and drew his sword.
The dark scabbard, the long sword in the scabbard is also cold and dull, and the texture is quite heavy. If it is a little fool, it must be difficult to pick it up, but after all, he is in an illusion, and it is much easier.
Since coming to this world, Lin Shu has not touched the sword for two months, but the feeling of the sword in his hand is still very familiar.
The system said: "Fellow Daoist, please use your sword."
Lin Shu slanted the tip of the sword as a starting gesture. He had thought about it as early as two months ago. In the third test, he practiced a set of basic swordsmanship called "Canghai Liu". This swordsmanship did not have many strange and tricky moves, and was very neutral and peaceful.
Lin Shu didn't want to recall what happened next.
After rehearsing a set of "Sea Currents" in the morning light, he systematically patted his palms and praised: "The sun is rising, the sea is rushing, and the weather is really good."
After rehearsing a set of "Cang Hai Liu" at dusk, he systematically praised: "The evening sun is about to be decadent, hundreds of rivers return to the sea, and Taoism is in a friendly state of mind."
He finished a set of "Canghai Currents" in the heavy rain, and the system continued to praise: "The wind is raging and the rain is raging, but the sea does not rise or fall, and the Taoist is friendly."
…
God knows, he practiced all the same set of swordsmanship, and there was no change in his moves.
When morning, dusk, day, night; spring, summer, autumn, winter; yin, sunny, rain, and snow, the twelve realms are completed in sequence, and the system sighs loudly: "Fellow Daoist, your swordsmanship in these twelve realms is completed. , I can't see the difference below."
- You can see that there is a ghost.
Lin Shucheng replied: "There is no difference."
If he had to tell the truth, he lacked so much aesthetics, he had been withdrawn for a long time, and he was very insensitive to things outside.
Since he doesn't even have a feeling, let alone integrate his perception of foreign objects into his swordsmanship, that's something he can't do even if he wants to break his head.
That's why he chose "Cang Hai Liu", a well-rounded and peaceful swordsmanship, and rehearsed it twelve times, trying to pass the test.
If he didn't get through, he had no choice but to go home and recite the alchemy formula, and apply for the alchemy academy next year.
He was a little uneasy, but after the system sighed, he thoughtfully said: "The sky is always the case, you are not good - yes, with your Dao, you don't care about these foreign things."
I am not, I am not.
Lin Shu's face was expressionless, as if "what you said is right".
The system said: "If that's the case, you should leave quickly! It's hot outside, so be careful with heatstroke."
Lin Shu thought for a while and asked, "Can I enter the School Palace?"
The system said: "Daoist friend, your basic skills are very good. You must be a disciple of a well-known and upright cultivator since childhood, and your Taoism is rare. You are a rare genius, so why worry."
Lin Shu looked at the sincere eyes of the system and felt a little embarrassed.
The system said that he was a rare genius, but only he knew it, and he didn't even know whether he could become an immortal.
He asked, "Is there a certain number of people in the Academy each year?"
The system said: "Not necessarily, as long as you have the talent and can keep up with the school's courses, no matter how many, the school will always want it."
Lin Shu breathed a sigh of relief. In this way, he would not squeeze other people's places, saving possible troubles in the future.
The system said: "The exit of the dream is not here, you come with me."
Lin Shu obediently followed down the mountain and left the landing interface at the top of the mountain. There was a ferry at the foot of the mountain.
"You can go there when you have entered the school." The system supported a bamboo raft at some point, and said warmly, "Come up."
It was strange to say that it was morning at the top of the mountain, but night at the bottom of the mountain. The night was dreary, and the mist on the river was filled with mist. The relaxation and comfort were gone, and I felt the sultry hot air outside.
He opened his eyes, it was almost noon at this time, this frail body stayed in this place for a long time, dizzy and unspeakable, and wanted to go to a shady place on the side - the shameful thing is that Li Ya's wrist was caught by Li Ya again. Mao was tied and tied several dead knots, which could not be untied no matter what.
When Li Yamao woke up from the illusion, he saw that Lin Shu, who was beside him, was already taking in more and less breathing.
Li Yamao shouted: "My little ancestor!"
The little ancestor gasped slightly, and the whole person was not very awake.
Li Yamao dragged the person to a shady place, but there was nothing he could do for a while. Fortunately, Li Jimao quickly woke up. They dragged the person outside the venue and poured a big bowl of mung bean soup, and Lin Shu slowly recovered.
Lin Shu: "..."
This physique is really hateful, and he almost died before he was born.
Seeing that he was normal, the two brothers breathed a sigh of relief, took the donkey out, and prepared to go home.
Li Yamao said, "Brother Ji, how did you do in the test?"
Li Jimao shook his head: "The immortal who tested me advised me to work honestly at home in the future, and don't bother me this time."
Li Yamao gave a "hey" and was excited, and slapped the donkey's head hard: "Guess what happened to me?"