After every disciple lined up and got the number plate of love, without any preparation or worry, the first round of competition of the Ten Dharma Conference officially kicked off.
The secret realm is called "Water Mirror" and is located in the Jiuyou Mountain on the outskirts of Luancheng. In order to ensure fairness in the levels, the competition venues for Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, and Nascent Soul stage players are separated in an orderly manner so that they will not affect each other.
Due to her experience in her previous life, Ningning was accustomed to sudden exams that came without warning, so she didn't feel too much psychological burden and walked straight into the exam with the Star Mark Sword.
Like Xiao Chongshan, disciples who enter the secret trial realm will be randomly teleported to different locations. She was lucky and did not go to any cliffs or the lair of spiritual beasts. When she opened her eyes, she saw a lush and dense forest.
It was now night, and the towering old trees blocked out most of the moonlight. Only the mushrooms and moss growing under the trees emitted light, which was hazy and thin like mist, making it difficult to see clearly.
In the vast sea of forests, lush green branches and leaves gathered into surging green waves. Everywhere you look, there are emerald green and dark brown colors. An inexplicable sense of overwhelming oppression came over Ningning, making it a little breathless.
The mushrooms are round like balls and hang on the treetops and trunks, looking somewhat like colorful little lanterns. With the light emitted by it, Ningning looked down at the token in her hand.
The token is only half the size of a palm and is made of pear blossom fragrant wood. When you hold it in your hand, you can smell a faint and elegant fragrance.
On the card was carefully carved a symbol that she could not quite understand. It was probably meant to sense the secret realm and monitor the movements of the holder at all times.
The token could only be carried on the person and was not allowed to be put into a storage bag. She didn't think much about it and put it in her shirt pocket.
Although the original novel mentioned this trial, it was written in a very frivolous way and had basically no reference value.
Not only was there no mention of the ceremony being held in advance, but the plot was all "Pei Ji met someone, Pei Ji killed someone, Pei Ji held the largest number of tokens, which caused the elders to marvel at the result."
It's like expired sugarcane, long and boring. I don't know why I was willing to force myself to finish reading the book.
She had played in Luancheng all day today and had already used up most of her energy. She had planned to return to the inn to recuperate after the banquet, but she did not expect the elders to suddenly strike back and catch everyone off guard.
There are often magical beasts attacking people in the mountains. The most urgent task now is to find a safe place to have a good rest as soon as possible.
Ningning yawned tiredly and was about to move forward when she suddenly felt a few faint spiritual auras coming towards her. The moment they touched her skin, they dissipated like smoke, leaving no trace.
Their presence is very weak, and the people emitting spiritual energy should be some distance away from here.
Everyone was separated one by one, and it was impossible for people from the same sect to successfully reunite in such a short time, so the possibility of a gang crime could be ruled out. Judging from the vague murderous aura in these auras, it is very likely that several disciples met on a narrow road and started fighting.
Ningning has fully inherited the fine tradition of the Chinese people that has been passed down for thousands of years - loving to join in the fun. Since she is free now anyway, she might as well be a spectator and admire the style of the elite disciples from various sects.
If there is a chance, maybe I can take advantage of the chaos and snatch a few tokens.
She has never been the type to sit and wait for death. It is obviously more interesting to take the initiative than to hide like a salted fish.
Ningning did what she said and immediately moved forward step by step, sensing the source of the spiritual energy. Not long after, a woman was heard saying in a low voice: "We are all sound cultivators, is it necessary to kill us all?"
Her heart moved, and she held her breath and took a few steps forward. Through the lush and verdant shadows of the trees, one can see four figures standing opposite each other.
There were three men and one woman. The woman in green had beautiful features and was wearing the uniform of the Liumingshan sect. The young man standing not far from her had a vicious look on his face. He was playing with the emerald jade flute in his hand with a half-smile on his face. Among the four, he had the most murderous aura.
A handsome young man stood under the tree impatiently, with annoyance on his face. Judging from his jade-white attire, he should be from Paramount. The monk from the Fanyin Temple, who was facing him from a distance, had a normal look on his face, but seemed a little tired, leaning against the tree trunk with his eyes lowered.
The young man spun the flute around his fingertips, raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Putting us music practitioners together, the elders' intention is obvious - they want to see a good show, and as disciples, how can we refuse? Why not obey the elders' wishes and have a good competition."
The young man in white had a mocking look in his eyes: "You speak so eloquently, but to put it bluntly, you just want the tokens on us, right? There is no point in talking any more, come on!"
The young man was waiting for him to say this. Upon hearing this, he leaped into the air and stood on a branch of the ancient tree that was as thick as a human arm. Then he started to play the flute, and a gust of wind blew up in an instant.
Unlike tangible swords or talismans, music may seem delicate and elegant, but in fact it is elusive and unpredictable, often killing people without a trace or an intangible presence. His flute music was melodious and graceful. As the rhythm rose and fell, the night wind surrounding the forest turned into sharp blades, and after a sharp whistle, it rushed straight towards the three people under the tree.
Ningning hid her breath and stood in the bushes not far away. The flute sound drifted into her ears. Since it posed no threat to her, from the perspective of the onlookers, it was a beautiful and melodious song.
The melody was carried by the evening breeze and poured everywhere, sneaking into every secluded corner, like a cool and comfortable rain in a summer night, which was refreshing and pleasant - provided that one ignored its increasingly murderous aura.
The young man in white came from Paramount, a school famous for its music. Naturally, he was unwilling to be outdone. After dodging the gusts of wind that were as sharp as blades, he took out a storage bag from his arms.
Here we come!
Ningning became more interested and looked at his hands with great anticipation.
Most of the music cultivators are elegant and dignified, and their weapons are mainly flutes, harps and pipa. Now there are several music cultivators gathered on the field, and each of them is quite powerful. If you round it off, it's like a free open-air music concert.
The storage bag in the white-clothed boy's hand flashed with a dark light, and in the blink of an eye, a...
Erhu.
The young man's mouth twitched, but he continued to play the flute with full concentration.
As the pitch grew higher and faster, the wind blades and spiritual power grew stronger, cutting off several thick branches as they rushed forward.
Then the young man picked up the bow and the sound of erhu began.
Ningning had always believed that the goal of music cultivation was to create beautiful, melodious and pleasing music, until the appearance of this young man gave her a heavy blow.
This is not playing the erhu.
This is a sawing motion.
As a traditional musical instrument, the erhu is characterized by its quiet and sad sound, just like a clear spring in a stream, with its own unique charm.
However, when the young man in white pulled the bow, the sound that came out was not the sound of gurgling water, but a terrifying noise similar to that of fingernails scratching a blackboard.
Just by hearing this, Ningning was almost sent away. The song is not "quiet and sad" at all. What is truly sad is the poor people who hear this song.
It goes beyond the immortal way and history. This wave is a unique magic attack.
Ning Ning wanted to rush forward and tell him with tears in her eyes: "Don't pull it, don't pull it! The saw in your hand must be rusty!"
Even the arrogant young man would never have thought that the seemingly weak young man in front of him was actually a ruthless character.
As soon as the erhu came out, coupled with his appallingly poor playing skills, the situation changed drastically in an instant, and every flower and plant looked extremely miserable.
The young man thought that it was difficult to deal with, but he had no way to retreat. He had no choice but to play the flute and fight back. Unexpectedly, the woman from Liuming Mountain also took out a storage bag, observed the situation and recited a mantra silently.
Ningning couldn't help but be slightly stunned.
The young man pulled the erhu like a saw, almost completely covering up the sound of the flute. He looked like a tough guy who was not easy to mess with. What kind of weapon did this woman use to be able to take it out without hesitation in such a situation?
Could it be——
The light in the storage bag dissipated, and the instrument in the green-clothed woman's hand gradually became visible.
It has a slender body, a large conical trumpet, and is gilded all over.
It turned out to be a suona shining with golden light.
The young man playing the flute turned pale and his mentality collapsed.
This woman had acted docile and timid before, but judging from her temperament, she must be someone who plays the qin or guzheng.
It turns out that you are the most outrageous one in the whole audience! Everyone is pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. Is there still any honesty and trust between people in this world?
He doesn't want to play with this group of people anymore.
The flute in his hand was so weak, pitiful and helpless that it could not withstand the torment from those two bullies in the musical instrument world. Not to mention playing music, if the erhu sounded like a donkey not far away, his tune could be taken directly to his grandmother's house. If the suona sounded again...
As the saying goes, among all musical instruments, suona is the king, it either ascends to heaven or is used in marriage. The pipa lasts for a thousand years, the zheng lasts for ten thousand years, the erhu lasts for a lifetime, and the play ends when the suona sounds.
The woman in green looked calm and raised the suona in her hand.
When a song is played, the whole area becomes silent.
The high and loud music surged into my ears like a tide, sweeping across heaven and earth. As the eardrum vibrated, all other music became dull.
On one side there was the incessant squeaking of a donkey, and on the other side there was the shrill roar of a tiger. The young man's flute music went around in circles pitifully, and he had long forgotten its original tune.
The three opposing spiritual energies collided with each other in the night, and the wind blew violently all around, as if hundreds of ghosts were wandering at night, which was extremely terrifying.
It was a legitimate Le Xiu competition, but they showed their level and style, and with a little packaging, they could go directly to the funeral home and carry the coffin for the funeral.
There is no one who cannot cry because of the erhu, and there is no soul that cannot be sent away by the suona.
Lying down and listening is the greatest respect for them.
The young man playing the flute who had made the most noise at the beginning was the first to collapse. The branches under his feet were all cut off by the ghostly music, and his body was also cut by the surging spiritual energy. He fell to the ground in a very embarrassed manner. Seeing that he was at a disadvantage, he had to hand over the token.
A song that breaks my heart, where can I find a soulmate in this world?
The young man and the woman in blue actually developed a sense of mutual appreciation during the battle, as if they had met a worthy opponent. Naturally, one token was not enough for the two of them to split equally. Their eyes met silently for a moment, and they both looked at the monk leaning against the tree.
The monk looked to be no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, with a clear and gentle face. Although he could not be described as handsome, his amber eyes were as calm as an ancient well, which could easily make people like him.
In addition to the Buddhist practitioners and physical practitioners in the Fanyin Temple, there is also a small group of music practitioners. Compared with those in Liumingshan and Paramount, the instruments they practice are much more bizarre.
Qin, se, zheng and flute are all child's play, wooden fish is the mainstream. I heard that a few years ago there was a ruthless person who used his mouth as a musical instrument and specialized in chanting mantras and reciting scriptures. After a competition, sparks flew from his lips.
If this monk also used a wooden fish, he would most likely be defeated by the attack from both of them. Ning Ning felt that the time had come. She was hesitating whether to help or not, but suddenly she saw a flash of Buddha's light before her.
She wasn't the only one who froze in place.
Even the professional funeral procession stopped playing and looked quite surprised.
What appears under the Buddha's light is not a wooden fish at all.
That thing was extremely large and round all over. When it gradually took shape, it shocked the whole area with its domineering aura that no one else could match and emitted a deep humming sound.
Wow, it’s actually a Buddhist bell that is two people tall.
The kind that Shaolin Temple uses as an alarm clock every morning.
The woman in blue just wanted to curse.
How could Le Xiu use the Brahma bell as a weapon? Others are playing the piano or the flute, and you are hitting them with a bell pestle? ill!
Ningning was filled with admiration, secretly thinking that the major sects were full of talented people.
Although sword cultivators are dogs, most of them are repressed and introverted, and never show their doggedness.
However, this group of sound cultivators is completely different.
They let themselves go, without any concealment, and even show it to others blatantly: Yes, that's my weapon.
For example, you can see music practitioners using wooden fish, Buddhist bells, and suona as musical instruments, but you will never see sword practitioners using fire sticks as weapons.
Talents, all are talents.
This good show progresses layer by layer, and everyone is hiding their true colors. The elders are worthy of being elders, and even their pranks on people are so fresh and unworldly.
The girl and the boy obviously didn't expect that there is always someone better than you, and each Le Xiu present was weirder than the other. After a moment of stunned silence, he gathered himself and continued playing music.
The mournful sound of the erhu and the sad suona are the well-deserved soundtrack to the underworld, bringing out extremely eerie cold winds.
The young monk at the center of the storm remained calm, nodded slightly, and a huge bell pestle appeared in his hand.
Buddhist music is solemn and bright, which is incompatible with the two's musical style. The moment the bell rang, two completely different spiritual powers collided with each other, causing a deafening roar that forced Ningning to cover her ears.
However, although the bell rang loudly, the monk alone was unable to defeat the two men.
The resounding sounds of bells and chimes were as heavy as rock, and as they reached my ears, they were accompanied by gusts of palm wind that contained the Buddha's aura. The young man and the green-clothed woman worked together, each using their spiritual powers to slash away heavy blows, getting closer and closer to the monk.
Seeing that the monk was gradually losing, the young man shouted in a deep voice: "Hand over the token, and we two will not hurt you!"
But the other party ignored him and just kept ringing the bell.
So the two of them looked at each other quickly again, and at the same time intensified and accelerated their attacks, approaching him step by step.
They were determined to win, but Ningning vaguely realized that something was wrong.
Although the monk was already at a disadvantage, he did not resist, seek peace, flee, or intensify his attack. He just stood there indifferently...
It was as if he was deliberately trying to lure those two people closer.
This thought flashed through his mind quickly, and in that instant, the young monk suddenly raised his eyes.
His pupils were calm and clear like spring water, but at this moment they reflected an indescribable dim light. It was unknown what he was thinking about.
Ningning saw that he raised the bell pestle high, but he did not hit the bell with the pestle head as he did before.
Instead, he lifted it up like a baseball and hit the bell in front of him...
It was thrown away.
The Fanzhong, with its big belly bulging, was spinning and jumping straight in the air without stopping. Following the trajectory created by the monk, it directly hit a man and a woman who were walking side by side.
Ningning was shocked.
Object, physical attack? !
Why did you hit the Buddhist bell into a baseball? Stop it now, this is not how Le Xiu should operate!
The two were knocked far away by the Buddhist bell, and landed on the ground in a double diving posture, with a movement synchronization rate of up to 99%.
The woman in green had never seen such a trick before, and she immediately covered her chest and burst into tears: "You, you are despicable! You actually hit me with a musical instrument, I won't tolerate it!"
It seems that she is quite adaptable, and she can call the big bell a "musical instrument" without hesitation.
The young man coughed a few times and tried to beg for mercy: "Master, monks are supposed to be compassionate, please let us go!"
"Amitabha."
The young monk spoke softly, with a tone of pity: "The Buddha said that I, the Buddha, will not save fools."
After saying this, he raised the pestle in his hand and hit them one by one, and then he was done.
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