Chapter 26 Chapter 26 The ghost girl's clothes are quite exquisite...
Bai Lu found Qiusuo and said straight to the point: "The other day I went to the library and met a senior sister from Kaiyang Peak. She said that she had been very troubled in her practice recently. That is, her master forced her to fight with students from other peaks, but she felt that she could not win because everyone was so good. She just wanted to chat and hang out. I didn't understand, and I said that my master was very good at fighting, and you were wrong to think so. But Qiusuo, tell me, is what she said really unreasonable?"
Seeking: "..."
Qiusuo: "Young Master, you can't cheat."
Bai Lu pushed the wooden puppet hard and said angrily, "I just asked you to answer whether it makes sense or not, why are you rushing to answer?"
Qiusuo answered honestly: "The Peak Master guessed that the Young Master would come to me and said he would help you save some effort."
"...Then you should have refused when I first asked." Bai Lu's face was dark, and he said darkly, "Qiusuo, please stop saying that you are my puppet. You are unwilling to help me with even this little thing."
Qiu Suo said woodenly, "Young Master, just concentrate on writing."
Bai Lu: "I am not at ease, only you are at ease, what are you at ease with!! "
Seeking: “?”
After Bai Lu finished cursing in confusion, he searched Qiusuo for a long time, but still didn't know where the magic circle mechanism was. Just wait and see. After he finishes writing the paper, he will study how to make Qiusuo regard his words as the highest order.
If one plan fails, Bai Lu will come up with another one!
Because her good friends were all busy with how to go to the Red Dust Trial, Bai Lu went to the library, intending to catch the weapon spirit and let him teach her. The weapon spirit had participated in the Red Dust Trial so many times, so even if he was not good at Chinese, he should have some ideas.
I didn't know what I stepped on, I just heard a scream.
“Ouch!”
Bai Lu looked down and found that she had stepped on a few sorghum ears. She squatted down and looked at the little broom fairy, "It's you, eh... eh?"
After the little broom was brought back to Xuanshan, it was no longer required to do heavy work. After some training, it was placed in the library to sweep the bookshelves.
The little broom fairy was lifted up by Bai Lu, blinked and asked, "My king, what can I do for you?"
Well, this little girl’s classical Chinese is pretty good, but she’s just a spirit that was born not too long ago, so she should still be slightly inferior to me... Should I ask her?
Bai Lu asked tentatively: "Well, do you know what the Red Dust Trial is?"
Bai Lu was just asking casually and saw Xian'er lowering her head in deep thought.
"Forget it..." Bai Lu was about to put her down.
Xian'er looked up and said, "The Red Dust Trial was held in ancient times. The Five Emperors all lectured on the sutras and discussed the dharma. All practitioners in the Thunder Realm experienced the might of heaven and established their Dao heart. Today's Red Dust Trial inherits the legacy. It looks like a battle of dharma, but in fact it is a great place to sharpen one's Dao heart."
Bai Lu: “…………”
It's so infuriating.
Can't he just sweep the floor properly in the library? He must be reading books secretly. It seems his level has improved.
"Say it again." Bai Lu took out her notebook and said resentfully.
Whether it's improvisation or not, it's more reasonable and well-founded than his thesis...
Why? Why on earth? He is so tall and Xian'er is so short!
After getting the idea from Xian'er, Bai Lu went back to write the outline and then improved the draft. Why did he use the idea instead of the original text... How should I put it? Bai Lu was going to give Master some leeway, not to give Master room for doubt.
It starts with the ancient origins of the Red Dust Trial, and then writes about its inspiration to young monks, with a little flattery of Huo Xuechang's participation in the Red Dust Trial. Then there is the prosperity and influence of the industries surrounding the Red Dust Trial, and finally turns back to himself, describing how much of an inspiration it would be for him if he could go.
So far so good.
The next step is to translate it into classical Chinese, and the number of words is greatly reduced...
I don’t know how many times I revised it after writing it, and I feel like I’m getting dark circles under my eyes.
Finally, it is handed over to the instructor.
The white dew had withered by this time, and he really couldn't utter a single word.
"That's it. I can't write anymore. I really can't write anymore." Bai Lu rubbed his eyes. He didn't even dare to recall how he had survived this period of time.
"Although it's a little simplistic, the ideas are clear, and I'm sorry for that." Huo Xuexiang put down the manuscript, "In that case, I will ask the sect master to let me go to the mortal world to test my skills."
Bai Lu was stunned for a few seconds before she jumped up holding the manuscript. What's wrong with Qianbai? Qianbai means it's widely circulated, and my last name is Bai...
Bai Lu said happily: "I'm going to the Red Dust to try out my flying sword and then tell everyone that I'm the disciple of Sword Master——"
Huo Xuexiang: “…”
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Bai Lu secluded himself for a long time in order to write his thesis. He finally passed it and went out for a walk. He was pleased to see that he seemed to be the only one suffering.
The Red Dust Trial was only a few months away, which was almost a blink of an eye for those who practiced immortality. Among the senior brothers and sisters, the top sword and magic cultivators wanted to participate.
The organizer of this event, Yujing Palace, has limited the number of participants for each sect, otherwise Xuanshan would like to invite everyone to join the fun. In this case, an internal selection is required, and finally the Xuanshan representative team will be formed to go to the host site of this session.
The disciples of Xuanshan secretly called this selection "a small test in the mortal world."
In order to pass the selection, every night during the day, when you look around, you can see the entire Xuanshan Mountain is brightly lit, and everyone is training hard.
As for Bai Lu's new disciples, although they have all reached the foundation-building stage, they may be able to sign up for the competition on their own if they are outside, but they are not good enough in Xuanshan. They aim to serve as logistics and join in the fun to gain experience.
The students each placed their bets on their favorite seniors, or simply went to ask the master for help, hoping to bring them into the logistics team.
It's quite difficult, because the magic they researched some time ago made my fellow disciples very upset. I ran away when I saw them, for fear of being begged. Brother, please help me try my new invention...
"I'm also begging my master," Bai Lu couldn't wait to complain, "That's why I haven't come out to meet you all this time. You don't know how torturous the homework assigned by my master is!"
He was so angry that he punched the air in the middle of the night.
"I'm talking about it. I have more than a hundred brothers and sisters at home! There are more than thirty people who are interested in running for the Red Dust Trial!" Liang Mangu's already dark circles became more obvious. He probably didn't sleep well again. "Every day I have to please this one and that one, and help brothers and sisters watch the furnace and move materials. My hands are deformed! I'm afraid that even if I have a chance in the end, I won't have the strength!"
Ding Douhua laughed bitterly: "My master said that if I want to go with him, I have to break all the 100 formations he set up. Look at the wounds on my body..."
"My senior sister asked me to be her sparring partner..."
At this time, Liang Mangu turned to Bai Lu and said, "By the way, Brother Bai, you said that the Sword Master actually gave you a terrifying task. He was actually... willing to give it up? What is it?"
Bai Lu: “…”
Everyone looked at Bai Lu curiously. Why did Senior Brother Bai stop talking? Is it that difficult?
"Haha, do you want to eat cake?" Bai Lu changed the subject.
"Seeking," Liang Mangu turned to the wooden puppet cleverly, "What homework has Senior Brother Bai been doing recently?"
Liang Mangu is also a disciple of Xuanshan. Although he is from another peak, he at least has the privilege of a guest here. Before Bai Lu could stop him, the wooden puppet had already replied, "The peak master has assigned an assignment to explain why the young master needs to go to the mortal world to test his skills. The peak master has approved it."
In other words, Bai Lu wrote a composition and got the opportunity to join in the fun in the Red Dust Trial.
Liang Mangu: “…”
Everyone: “…”
Bai Lu was also embarrassed by the resentful looks in the room. If she had known, she would not have complained about the difficulty of writing a paper...
"Uh, I, I'm fine now. I can come and help you." Bai Lu said weakly, "Does anyone need anything?"
"Of course!!"
…
"This is the tea for my one hundred and second senior sister, the ore for my one hundred and eleventh senior brother, and the book for my two hundred and fifty senior brother..." Liang Mangu explained to Bai Lu one by one. He had more than thirty senior brothers and sisters to please, and if they were shared equally, Bai Lu would have to help him take care of more than ten of them.
Fortunately, Bai Lu still has a good idea.
Bai Lu turned around and said to Qiusuo and Qi Ling: "This is the tea from his 102nd Senior Sister, the ore from his 111th Senior Brother, and the book from his 250th Senior Brother..."
Liang Mangu: "...It's Brother Two Hundred and Fifty! Don't call me that!"
He didn't even know how Bai Lu was able to command the weapon spirit...
It’s also true that Senior Spirit of the Weapon is a little easy to coax. After all, in Xuanshan, fellow disciples whose magical weapons are worth some money all avoid it, so they are the only ones willing to play with it.
The weapon spirit attached itself to the bronze puppet of Liang Mangu's peak and said, "Is it so difficult to go to a Red Dust Trial? I go every time."
"That's right. Senior Qi Ling, you have been looking for adoptions every year, but it seems that you have never found one." Liang Mangu pointed out mercilessly.
The weapon spirit screamed: "What do you mean by adopting? I was just going to see if there were any good ones! I'll adopt them!"
Indeed, every time the Red Dust Trial was held, the Xuanshan Immortal Sect would bring the weapon spirit along to see if it could help it find the destined weapon for the right person, and this was not limited to the Xuanshan disciples.
Unfortunately, not everyone can digest this kind of peerless divine weapon spirit, so it has never been solved.
"Come to think of it, is Sword Master so confident that you can go to the mortal world to test your sword? Have you really written an article about it?" Liang Mangu asked, "What I mean is that Sword Master has defeated countless people. Although you are just going to join in the fun, if your identity is known, you may be approached to fight..."
"Ah?" Bai Lu had never thought about this. She only wanted to trick her master. She looked at him blankly, "How could this happen? In Xuanshan, I am the disciple of Sword Master. Everyone respects me. It's not like this outside, right?"
Liang Mangu: "...Of course not. And everyone in Xuanshan knows that you are proficient in talismans and alchemy. The spirit of the weapon has never beaten you, so how could someone provoke you?" And the Sword Master is so caring for his disciples.
"Hahahaha, that's right. Well, I'm afraid I can only rely on fate. I believe that my seniors will not watch me being bullied." Bai Lu said without any worry.
It was not that he was optimistic. His master had no intention of letting him go to the logistics team alone. Instead, he was prepared to go with the team and be personally responsible for logistics.
But having learned from her previous experience in writing the composition, Bai Lu did not intend to tell Liang Mangu immediately, for fear of making him jealous to death.
With the help of Bailu +2, Liang Mangu quickly solved the quota problem, and Meng Caiqing did not need any help.
The next most difficult one is Ding Douhua. She still has more than ten or twenty formations to break. Everyone shares the task and secretly helps her break the formations.
…
"I'm here, hurry up." Bai Lu quietly walked to Tianji Peak. Today was his turn to help Ding Douhua with homework. As soon as he arrived, he urged Ding Douhua because he was afraid of being caught.
Ding Douhua quickly offered a bowl of chicken tofu pudding: "Thank you for your hard work, Senior Brother..."
We still have to eat first. Bai Lu took it, started eating, and praised.
"Since you established your foundation, the chicken has become more and more finely ground. It turns out that cultivating immortals does have its benefits."
Ding Douhua: “…Yeah.”
Ding Douhua took out two silk threads that were so thin that they were almost transparent. These were made with the help of Liang Mangu. As long as they were tied to them respectively, the array would not be able to recognize that someone was helping her to do her homework.
After tying the silk thread and taking out the homework, Ding Douhua took a breath and said, "Brother, be careful. Most of the arrays made by my master are illusion arrays. There are many strange beasts and evil spirits in them, but they are as real as the real ones in the array."
Bai Lu was also full of confidence, "Don't worry, my master has taught me before, I know those monsters, and I know how to deal with them this time."
The formation was activated, the scene before their eyes flashed, and the two of them entered the illusion formation.
A gust of cold wind blew by, and the leaves rustled, mixed with some fluttering sounds, like bats flying. An old courtyard appeared in front of me, with two red lanterns hanging at the door, the color was as red as blood.
Ding Douhua felt that the hairs on her back were standing up. She was not afraid of anything else since she was a child, but she was most afraid of all kinds of ghost stories. After she became an immortal, she was too embarrassed to tell them about them.
Senior Brother Bai Lu had said before that they encountered a bloody corpse when they went down the mountain, and she was having nightmares just from hearing about it.
There was no idea what the theme of the formation was, or what monsters there were. Ding Douhua had a bad feeling, "Brother, look at this house, isn't it weird?"
"It's weird." Bai Lu looked up and saw words on the door. With the red light of the lantern, she saw, "The science is passed down from generation to generation. Hahaha, their family also studies science?"
Ding Douhua: ? ? I don’t really understand my senior brother’s sense of humor.
Ding Douhua glanced at the slightly cracked characters and said, "Brother, don't you think this character is a little scary?"
"No way, this character is better than what I wrote." Bai Lu praised sincerely.
Ding Douhua sighed, wondering why she felt like she and her senior brother were not in the same world.
"Should we go in? What is the key to breaking the formation?" Bai Lu asked.
"Generally speaking, we need to find the center of the formation and break it. At the same time, we need to be careful of the hidden attacks." Ding Douhua pointed at her wounds that had not yet healed. These were all left from her previous attempts to break the formation. She had been beaten so many times, and each time was different. She seriously suspected that her master was taking revenge on her by moving him into Senior Brother Pei's formation...
"The center of the formation will be hidden, so we have to look for clues." At present, Ding Douhua still has no clue. "Let's go in and look for it according to the eight trigrams first."
"Okay, but why don't you leave, Junior Sister?" Bai Lu looked at her questioningly.
Because this place looks like a haunted house!!
Ding Douhua stepped in with gritted teeth, and saw that the place was full of traces of time. It was unknown how long it had been abandoned, with mottled walls and overgrown green moss. The moonlight shone in through the skylight, illuminating the spider webs and also revealing a strange scene: the middle of the main room was the dividing line, with one side covered in red and colorful decorations and the other side looking like a mourning hall.
There seemed to be a sound of something climbing the wall in the well, and a shadow flashed across the roof beam.
Plop.
The sound of bats flying across the roof added to the extremely strange scene before their eyes.
I dare not think about how many ghosts are crammed here. Ding Douhua's face turned pale, and she felt cold all over, and her teeth chattered: "It's just the Ghost Festival."
Ghost Festival, isn't that the Eastern Halloween, a monster party, Bai Lu thought.
It would be best if he encountered the monsters in Huanhua Island. That's all he learned. There are so many races and monsters in the twelve continents! He can never learn them all!
"Go to the right first..." Ding Douhua calculated. Although there are many things, you can only break the eye of the formation. This is the most labor-saving method, but it is difficult. Fortunately, as a disciple of Xuanshan, his root bone talent is excellent, and he immediately identified the direction.
The right half of the house is covered in red, bright red.
"Okay, okay. I've seen funerals in Qinglong Town. Let me see the red ones." Bai Lu responded positively.
So far, I haven't been beaten at all, but the mental pressure is even greater.
Pushing open a creaking wooden door and entering the courtyard next to it that was decorated with red and colorful decorations, Ding Douhua seemed to see something flash by. She turned around and it seemed that there was a pale face looking at her from the corner behind her, "Ah!!"
"What?" Bai Lu shuddered and turned back, "I was scared to death."
He was not frightened by the face, but by the screaming Ding Douhua, because after a moment of shock, he could see clearly what it was.
Bai Lu walked over a few steps and took out a paper man with a tall hat from the place covered by debris. The paper man had a white face and red lips, and was holding a stick covered with whiskers in his hand.
"It's not a real person." Bai Lu shook a few times to let her see clearly.
Even more terrifying! Ding Douhua stopped him and said, "Just don't bring it over."
Her scalp tingled, and she couldn't understand why Senior Brother Bai dared to pick it up.
"It's okay. It's a little scary to suddenly appear, but this is a work of art." Bai Lu comforted him. "I've seen a lot of these paper figures in Qinglong Town before. They work for the emperor's family, so the paper figures are much more exquisite. Look at this one, the facial features are all blurred. And the paper houses in Qinglong Town are more beautiful than the ones here. Look, my paper kite was given to me by them..."
Bai Lu couldn't help showing off again.
He put the paper figure aside, walked back, looked up, and suddenly asked, "Look what that is? Is it the center of the formation?"
Ding Douhua slowly turned her head and saw a figure in a red wedding dress appearing on the second floor of the courtyard. She was sitting on the railing, leaning against the pillar, her face hidden by thick hair, her feet swaying in the air in her embroidered shoes, humming a strange ballad. At the same time, the cold wind started to blow again, as if something was laughing...
The chill instantly spread from the soles of Ding Douhua's feet to the top of his head. He slid down the door and sat on the ground, his eyes wide open, as if all his bones had been pulled out.
All the ghost stories I heard as a child came to my mind.
It was too, too terrifying. Even if this was the core of the formation, she didn't have the courage to take another look!
No wonder the master said that in an illusion array, the best way is to attack the heart.
Not using any moves made her lose her desire to fight...
Suddenly, Senior Brother Bai Lu squatted down beside him and asked, "Why are you sitting here? Are you so scared?"
Ding Douhua turned around and looked at Bai Lu dully, "You, aren't you afraid?"
Even if you are not as afraid of ghosts as she is, a normal person shouldn't be so calm when seeing such a weird scene!
Bai Lu looked at her in confusion, and thought it was a pity that the theme was not monsters but ghost stories. He also wanted to show off his knowledge. As a wizard, his mental power was very strong...
More importantly, the cultural backgrounds are different.
So Bai Lu couldn't quite understand her fear of Chinese horror, just like he couldn't understand the turtle chanting when he was just getting started. Although the scene in front of him was quite gloomy, it was actually not as scary as the bloody corpse before, which looked a bit like a zombie. The scary stories he heard when he was a child were not like this at all, but witch hunting...
As wizards, they are often used as materials to scare children in the West, and everyone is on the same side, and they are cosplayed on Halloween.
The bats and spiders just now even made him feel a little familiar. He used to cut spider velvet when making potions, and he would pick them up to study when he made the Blood-Leaving Corpse Nails.
"It's okay, just a little cold..." Bai Lu remained immune to the cold wind and the bride in red humming in the deserted courtyard. She whispered, "Don't keep turning your head. Look carefully."
"What are you looking at? Any details?"
Bai Lu: "Yes, the ghost girl's clothes are quite exquisite, embroidered with patterns. Take a look at what it is called embroidery? I wonder if she is willing to lend it to me to see the details."
Ding Douhua: “…”
The bride's singing seemed to be slightly stuck: "..."
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