Chapter 20 White Mouse, Gray Mouse, Red Mouse
Just help if you can.
Look at this stubborn little guy.
Ye Xingzhou showed an expression that said, "I understand but I don't want to say it."
He has a nice face, but with a pair of wise eyes, Ye Xingzhou now looks funny no matter what expression he makes.
The monks around him coughed one after another to suppress their laughter, and at the same time they couldn't help but feel a layer of respect for Meng Zhi.
Meng Zhi's ability to keep a straight face and hold back laughter throughout the whole process is also a talent.
Ye Xingzhou looked around. He and Meng Zhi were at the end of the team, and only twenty or thirty people knew what was going on here.
Just laugh.
Since your sense of humour is so low, don't blame him for resorting to despicable tactics in tomorrow's assessment.
He has another wonderful use for these eyes.
Ye Xingzhou found a suitable piece of cloth from his storage bag, tied it up in a few seconds, and blindfolded him.
The eyes won’t be hurt by the double images.
There was a sudden commotion at the front of the team.
"Look! It's Senior Brother Chao!"
"Senior Brother Chao is here!"
Crowds of people were moving, all looking in the same direction.
Uncle Xiao, dressed in a gray brocade robe, appeared at the front of the queue with steady steps.
He had a long, thick black beard and a solemn face, and he naturally exuded an awe-inspiring majesty.
Beside him was a young man in white.
The man was the Senior Brother Chao as everyone called him, the inner sect’s chief disciple Chao Fuyun.
Ye Xingzhou vaguely saw a white figure with outstanding temperament through the layer of mist.
It looks like a big white rat.
Looking at Uncle Xiao again, it was the Big Gray Rat.
To simplify it, this group of skinned red rats are watching the big gray rat and the big white rat giving speeches.
"Junior Brother, what is Uncle Xiao talking about?"
"You covered your eyes, not your ears."
Ye Xingzhou shook his head, "Junior Brother, you don't understand this. Covering your eyes is like blocking your ears."
In modern times, he is actually 200 degrees myopic.
As we all know, people who wear glasses have a common problem.
When you take off your glasses, your hearing will become blurred along with your vision.
Although he is no longer nearsighted, Ye Xingzhou has not been able to change this bad habit for the time being.
What a fallacy.
Meng Zhi rolled his eyes at Ye Xingzhou, and then slapped a Zhang Kuanyin note on his forehead.
This time, Ye Xingzhou finally heard clearly.
"This assessment consists of two rounds. The first round is the sect's secret realm. This secret realm assessment lasts for seven days."
"After entering the secret realm, you will have a token engraved with your name. The person who finds all five tokens will win."
"If you encounter an emergency, you can escape by crushing the token. Killing fellow disciples is prohibited during the assessment. Violators will be deemed to have failed the assessment and will be punished according to the clan law."
After Uncle Xiao's deep voice fell, another voice sounded.
"Now, everyone, follow me."
The man's voice was neither humble nor arrogant, like a mountain breeze, gently brushing against the ear, leaving behind endless reverie.
"I will lead you all into the secret realm in advance to familiarize yourself with the environment, and the assessment will officially begin tomorrow."
The crowd suddenly became excited as if they had been injected with chicken blood, and a long line followed Chao Fuyun.
There was another scene at the end of the team.
Meng Zhi walked in front like he was walking a dog, and Ye Xingzhou followed closely.
Meng Zhi glanced sideways and just opened her mouth to say something when her gaze stopped on the white gauze covering Ye Xingzhou's eyes.
The person next to me has a fair face, lightly pursed lips, a red dress on, a white veil covering the eyes, a casual posture, and an unusual laziness emanating from him.
Moving his gaze downward, Meng Zhi fell on the red mark tied around his and Ye Xingzhou's wrists.
It is extremely bright red.
He paused for a moment, his voice a little softer than before.
"After we enter the secret realm, we will be randomly dispersed. It's up to you to take care of yourself."
"Little Junior Brother, don't worry, I have my own way."
Ye Xingzhou lifted a corner of the white gauze like a thief, revealing a slanted eye.
With just one movement, he switched wildly between beauty and ugliness.
"Brother, look, do I look like a lonely one-eyed wolf?"
Ye Xingzhou switched to the greasy channel with just one move.
Meng Zhi’s eyes went darker and darker.
"You look like a fool to me."
He deftly untied the knot at his wrist.
Ye Xingzhou did this stupid thing again.
Wouldn't it be better to just quietly pretend to be blind?
He really had a brain short circuit just now and wanted to help Ye Xingzhou.
Ye Xingzhou was still grinning with his teeth bared.
"By the way, Junior Brother, did you see Junior Brother Ren just now?"
Meng Zhi glanced somewhere in the team, lowered his eyes and said nothing.
After Ren Wangzhu turned around and waved in the direction of Ye Xingzhou, but was pushed into the secret realm by the people behind him, Meng Zhi spoke slowly.
"Didn't you see? He just waved at you."
I really haven’t seen it.
"Forget it. Maybe if I'm lucky enough I can meet him and form a team."
"I've already thought of a team name: Lone Wolf, Childish Sheep, and You, the Warlike Mantis."
The trio of animals can walk around freely in the secret realm!
When Meng Zhi heard this, the veins on his forehead bulged.
Ye Xingzhou didn't get his brain burned out from drawing talismans last night, but instead got burned to the point where he deserved a beating.
The team reached the end one after another.
When it was finally Ye Xingzhou's turn, Meng Zhi found an opportunity and was about to kick him into the secret realm.
However, Ye Xingzhou glanced sideways and noticed Meng Zhi's action the moment he raised his foot.
Ye Xingzhou grabbed Meng Zhi's belt.
In the face of Meng Zhi's astonished gaze, Ye Xingzhou smiled smugly.
"Junior brother, you didn't expect that."
He couldn't see it clearly from the front, but he could see it from the side!
They both fell into the secret realm.
This scene is presented in the water-moon mirror.
The elders sitting on the platform kept silent in tacit agreement.
Those who drink tea drink tea, and those who take a nap take a nap.
Don’t ask, the truth is that the two disciples fighting were not taught by him!
Chao Fuyun saw this scene. He pursed his lips slightly and said nothing in the end.
It's not like he hasn't dealt with this kind of thing before.
Previously, when Meng Zhi was in the inner sect, he repeatedly attacked the Taoism of other disciples. The disciples jointly wrote a letter to him to report to the master.
He still remembers the scene when he found the leader that day.
"Fuyun, let me ask you a question first. Did Meng Zhi break the sect rules?"
"Meng Zhi just acts a bit eccentrically. When he shows a little bit of his talent, the other disciples become unstable. Is this his problem?"
"The reason why Yantian Sect has become the largest sect today is inseparable from the full support of Meng Xiaoben's family."
"Fuyun, these bricks and tiles you are standing on were built with spirit stones from the Meng family."
"Some time ago, the Meng family donated another spiritual vein to the Yantian Sect."
"Fuyun, you are a smart child. You should understand why the sword cultivation resources of Yantian Sect are so good."
"Since you've received a favor, isn't it only natural that you should endure a little hardship?"
The silent atmosphere was broken by a light laugh.
Looking towards the source of the sound, I saw Zuo Chunhui supporting his face with his hands, his snow-white long hair casually draped over his shoulders, and his beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly raised.
"Master Gongsun, are you not going to take care of it?"
Gongsun Zheng responded, as if practicing Tai Chi, "It's just a minor quarrel between the younger generation. Let the younger generation solve it among themselves."
Zuo Chunhui twirled his hair with his fingertips, wondering what he was thinking.
The other elders sat in their seats like mascots, each doing their own thing.
The atmosphere was eerily silent.
Chao Fuyun glanced at Zuo Chunhui's white hair and lowered his eyelids.
He had been to the library three months ago, when Elder Zuo still had black hair.
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