Chapter 3: Breaking through the top anchor, me?
Qi Qing protected the child behind him, shook his head and sighed, his face calm and calm: "If you have something to say, just talk it out, why bother fighting? Kids nowadays are so impulsive..."
At the same time, he waved his hands behind him without making a sound.
This young master is too strong. Hiss, my hands are numb.
"Stop talking nonsense! You think you're so great at bullying the weak?" The young master gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Bah, who do you think you are? No one in my family would be impressed by your cultivation level, and you think you're so powerful?"
Among the children who had just watched this, someone finally couldn't stand it anymore and said, "Don't go too far!"
The young master turned around and said harshly, "Who the hell are you? How dare you say that to me?"
"You are so powerful, then go out by yourself." Qi Qing sneered and leaned lazily against the wall of the dilapidated temple: "I'll wait."
Once the male protagonist comes forward, the situation will be stable.
As he spoke, he looked around the crowd again and quickly identified the two most likely people from their expressions.
One of them is the man who spoke just now. He is quite chivalrous at a young age, has a very handsome appearance, and is very neat and clean in appearance.
The second one was a person standing by the door, who looked a little more mature. He lowered his eyes and looked outside the ruined temple, leaving Qi Qing with a melancholy profile.
"How dare you, a mere ant, speak so arrogantly in front of me!" The young master's eyes flashed with a deep coldness, and he picked up his sword and walked out, "You are just a few poor guys. When I join the Tiandu Sect, I can crush you with just one finger!"
Qi Qing watched him leave the door with great interest, and immediately went to see the two men's reactions.
Those who are upright are still upright, and those who are depressed are still depressed. No one moves.
What happened? Did he guess wrong?
Qi Qing went over to the man at the door without giving up, and asked, "Little... Ahem, brother, what's your name?"
The man looked at him melancholy, then lowered his eyes and sighed slightly: "Name? It's just a code name. In the short time of life, who am I, who is spying on me, who am I going to be, who knows?"
“…”
Qi Qing looked at him indescribably and walked away.
He turned to look at the other man, preparing to attack, when he suddenly heard the sound of someone falling behind him.
Qi Qing turned around and saw the child in the corner sitting on the ground, as if he had used up all his strength, his eyes slightly drooped, and his lips pursed to a degree that they were almost pale.
"What's wrong with you?" Qi Qing stretched out her hand to him and was immediately shocked by his body temperature: "Why is it so hot?"
The young man hugged the person in his arms, holding his shoulders with one hand and touching his forehead with the other.
The little child seemed unaccustomed to being so close to someone. He pushed Qi Qing's arm, stood up shakily, and immediately fell back. He could only let Qi Qing put his hand on his forehead, and a few hums escaped his mouth, which were not much better than a cat's.
It turns out he is not mute.
"Sorry, everyone, please make way." Qi Qing carried him to the campfire and found that the child's body temperature was incredibly hot, but his face was extremely pale, which did not seem like he had a fever.
The shadow of the bonfire danced on the little face, turning the snow-white skin into an orange glow. The child was as thin as a cat, lying lightly in Qi Qing's arms.
He closed his eyes, and his eyeballs kept moving under his thin eyelids, as if he was in a nightmare.
"What's wrong?" Qi Qing had never taken care of anyone before. When the child suddenly fell ill, he patted the child's face in a panic: "Wake up, wake up, does anyone have medicine?"
The people he saw shook their heads helplessly. They had been trapped here for two days and had almost eaten up all the dry food they brought with them. How could they get any elixir?
Qi Qing subconsciously turned her gaze towards the male lead in reserve.
But the other party just spread his hands, indicating that he could do nothing to help.
Qi Qing was silent for a few seconds, and his gaze changed from anticipation to surprise.
Is there something wrong? How come Long Aotian didn't show any ability at all!
"Was he hit by something unclean?" someone asked timidly.
This forest is dark and there is an evil shadow outside. It would be strange if nothing happened.
Qi Qing subconsciously denied it: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, we have to be scientific."
Even if you are cultivating immortality, you must do it scientifically, systematically, and with a plan and layout.
What dares to mess with it casually? Have you written an application? Has the organization approved it? You dare to mess with it.
[This is not an acute illness, but a matter of seeking the truth from the heart.]
The white words floated across my eyes from right to left, and the scene before my eyes looked extremely abrupt, like layers that were mistakenly merged together.
Qi Qing was stunned for a moment: "Is this a hallucination?"
No... No, it didn’t seem to be his hallucination, there really was a line of words.
Qi Qing opened his eyes wide and hurriedly summoned the live broadcast system interface, only to find that he had already started broadcasting without knowing when, and there was a small "one" on the number of viewers in the upper right corner.
Horror suddenly emerged from behind him.
It's broken. How many of my complaints have been heard? Have my stupid actions been seen? The system is out of battery. How can it still be broadcast live?
"System? System! Give me an explanation!" Qi Qing shouted wildly in his heart.
The system didn't make a sound, perhaps it was playing dead.
The child held Qi Qing's fingers in a daze. Qi Qing came to his senses and touched his head soothingly. He glanced at the barrage and suddenly reacted.
Xunxin asked.
——That is clearly the key to the male protagonist’s breakthrough!
The difficulty of Qianyuan Sword Master's trial does not lie in the coffins and demonic shadows outside, but in the torture of the heart of Tao. Those who can face their desires honestly and stick to their hearts can pass the trial. It sounds easy, but unfortunately this group of newcomers were frightened too much, and none of them found the way.
The original novel spent a full five chapters describing the hero's journey through the evils of purgatory, mountains of swords and seas of fire, and the gates of hell, which attracted the attention of Qianyuan Sword Master.
Let’s not talk about the hero’s intelligence, cleverness, and strong will in the book, let’s change to the present...
It’s incredible that the male protagonist is such a young child.
Qi Qing couldn't help but weigh the child and felt that the child was lighter than the golden retriever of his family living downstairs.
"Yue Ji...Yue Ji?"
He whispered in the other person's ear to confirm his identity.
The child in his arms frowned, clenched his teeth, and began to struggle again, clutching Qi Qing's sleeve with trembling fingers.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Qi Qing patted his shoulder gently, and regardless of the gazes of others, he lowered his voice and coaxed: "It's just a little illusion. You are the protagonist, you can get through it with your eyes closed."
[Searching for the heart and asking for the Tao is not an illusion, but a way for those who enter the Tao to inquire about the source of their heart. 】
The only audience member spoke again.
Qi Qing's lips moved, and he retorted in a barely audible voice: "Can't you see I'm coaxing the child?"
This is the male protagonist, the key to breaking the deadlock. What if he fails to make them happy and the changed world line traps them here?
One day of trial is equal to one hour outside. According to the original text, it would be too difficult for Qianyuan Sword Master, who is obsessed with cultivation, to discover a senior student sneaking into the trial within one day. It is better to hope that the male protagonist can pass the test as soon as possible.
I don’t know what Yue Ji encountered while searching for the truth, but his back was tense the whole time and sweat began to seep out of his forehead.
Qi Qing waited for a while, thinking about how to take the ointment out of the ring, when he suddenly heard a "clang" sound near the door.
The young master, who had been away for less than a quarter of an hour, fled back in a panic from the thick fog. His expensive clothes were torn in several places, as if he had been eroded by the evil shadow.
He gasped in shock, raised his head and met Qi Qing's gaze, and clenched his sword tightly as if in response: "What are you looking at?!"
Qi Qing shrugged indifferently, retracted his gaze, and continued to stare at the child in his arms.
The sweat on the child's forehead became more dense. He burrowed deeper into the arms as if in pain, muttering something.
The young master obviously noticed this, and after catching his breath, he strode to Qi Qing, looking down at the two of them, and raised the corners of his lips in sarcasm: "I thought you were so powerful, but it turns out you are just a pretentious waste."
"It's better than some people who come back like a dog with its tail between its legs." Qi Qing sneered.
The young master's face darkened and he sneered, "I am going to explore the way, what do you know? I am watching a loser sleeping. He likes to sleep so much, why not just stay here forever!"
Qi Qing lowered his head and saw that the little face in his arms had not changed much, as if it was not affected by the outside world. He was too lazy to raise his eyes and said, "How can cultivation be called sleeping? Have you heard of Xun Xin Dao?"
Without waiting for the young master to answer, he shook his head and said in a long voice: "Forget it, a summer insect cannot talk about ice."
The young master said angrily, "What do you mean by seeking the truth? It's just an excuse to sleep! How ridiculous! How can such a lazy person be qualified to participate in the Tiandu Sect's entrance examination? It's simply a disgrace to everyone!"
At this point, he raised his voice, as if he wanted everyone in the dilapidated temple to hear: "In my opinion, you two losers should go back to farming as soon as possible. Practice... Ha, is he worthy of it? Don't embarrass yourself!"
Reading a novel is one thing, hearing it with your own ears is another.
When Qi Qing thought that Yue Ji would have to hear such words for a long time in the future, with no one to walk with him and no one to stand up for him, he felt a little choked up in his heart.
He looked at the young master with a colder gaze: "It is not your place to determine his fate. Besides, you are making such a fuss here. Do you really think that Qianyuan Sword Master doesn't know?"
The young master was about to refute when he suddenly felt a powerful aura bursting out from Qi Qinghuai.
The ruined temple was suddenly filled with light, and everyone turned their heads in shock, including a pair of eyes outside the trial who were watching silently.
The person Qi Qing was hugging was surrounded by golden light, like a rising sun from the eternal and boundless darkness, dispelling the lingering coldness in his bones.
The next moment, a child who was no more than five feet tall slowly stood up, raised his eyes and waved his hand, and golden light swept out like a torrent, clearing away the evil shadows and mist that lingered day and night.
The demon shadow that was affected began to howl, with a voice so sharp that it almost pierced the eardrums. Qi Qing covered his ears and saw that the whole world seemed to be reshaped by an invisible force, the dark clouds were torn apart, and a ray of skylight leaked out.
It's dawn.
[The question of seeking the heart has been solved, congratulations. 】
New comments floated by, and everyone present was stunned. Even the dullest person could see that the dilemma of two days and nights was resolved.
The golden light seemed to become real and rushed towards him. The young master retreated repeatedly. The mocking look on his face had long disappeared, replaced by horror.
what happened?
He opened his mouth, but found that he could no longer utter a word. He could only watch Yue Ji walk towards him.
A majestic and ethereal voice suddenly sounded.
"The trial is over."
“I, I…”
The young master stammered as he tried to speak, his voice trembling.
But when he got close to him, Yue Ji didn't even look at him. He just walked past him and went out of the temple.
The others couldn't help but follow him. The young master's face felt hot, as if he had been slapped hard in public. He couldn't advance or retreat.
Yue Ji took a step out of the ruined temple, and the surrounding scenery suddenly turned into streams of light. Beyond the streams of light, the road he came from faintly emerged.
Two disciples were waiting quietly by the roadside. When they saw him coming out, they said gently, "Congratulations, Junior Brother, for passing the trial. Please wait here for a moment. The emissary from the Sword Master will come to take you."
The little child turned around and followed him out of the crowd of people taking the trial, but the young man was nowhere to be seen.
He touched his ear, his brows looking confused for a moment.
"Yue Ji."
When I was searching my heart and asking about the Tao, that voice seemed far and near, but it was still in my ears.
They have never seen it.
But why...that person knows his name?
…
As soon as the trial barrier was broken, Qi Qing was lifted up into the sky by his senior brothers who came rushing over.
"You are in the trial of the Venerable Qian Yuan. Why did you go in and cause trouble? Are you too full and have nothing to do?" The senior brother said with a sour face, "You ran so fast that someone who didn't know would think you ran away because I scolded you, you bastard!"
Qi Qing hurriedly dodged his hand that was twisting his ear and stammered, "I just stepped in accidentally, it wasn't intentional..."
The senior brother snorted, and his frown relaxed a little, appearing less fierce: "How is it in there? Are you injured?"
Qi Qing shook his head honestly: "No, is there anything else?"
If everything is fine, he will go back to figure out how to charge the system.
The senior brother looked at him from side to side, making sure he was not injured, and then said, "You didn't accept a disciple this time, how can I explain this to the head master?"
Qi Qing tried to laugh it off: "Why do you have to accept a disciple? I think it's fine to be alone."
"You have been in the Golden Core Great Perfection for two years, but you still can't break through. It must be because your mind lacks enlightenment."
The senior brother landed on the ground and led him to another road: "Your spiritual roots are special and cannot be nourished by ordinary methods. I asked you to find a Taoist partner, but you messed up again and again. The head master doesn't know whether it was intentional or fate. It might be good to take in a disciple to temper your temper... Are you listening?"
"Hmmmm."
Qi Qing responded perfunctorily, his thoughts unknowingly slipping back to the nightmare he had just experienced during his time traveling through time.
He always felt that he had forgotten something very important, about the content of his dream.
"If you really don't want to accept a disciple, that's fine. Next time you travel with me, we can take care of each other..."
The further he went into the sect, the denser the spiritual energy around him became. Even though Qi Qing had just taken on this shell and didn't know how to use the spiritual power, he was able to absorb it continuously, and his meridians gradually filled up.
【The system is restarting. 】
The sudden sound startled him, and he immediately asked curiously: "Oh, it's fully charged?"
After a few seconds, the system said: [The original storyline has been received.]
"I don't want to follow the plot!" Qi Qing protested immediately.
【Welcome to bind 5503, the new user period push has been received, and the system task planning is completed. 】
[Mission goal: Become the top anchor of Wanjie Live. ]
"I told you I don't want to leave...wait."
How come this is different from what we agreed upon?
A question mark popped up above Qi Qing's head, and he pointed at himself blankly: "Me?"
The top anchor, is he?
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