Chapter 7 Illusion Trial
Que Tianwen: ???
Recalling the dramatic scene this afternoon, he suddenly became enlightened.
I see.
Que Tianwen smiled softly again: "I knew Xiaoxiao was always considerate. I asked these questions because I was afraid you would be deceived by a villain. After all, Xiaoxiao is too kind."
Bai Xiaoxiao didn't know for a moment whether he was mocking her.
"Brother Que, you'd better take your medicine quickly." Bai Xiaoxiao held the soup bowl in front of Que Tianwen, fearing that she would not be able to control herself.
Que Tianwen's eyes fell on the soup in the bowl - a black solid mass, with no visible ingredients at all, which made his face unconsciously turn a greenish color.
"Xiaoxiao, put it down first. I'll drink it in a while." He turned his head pretending to cough.
"That won't work." Bai Xiaoxiao disagreed. "If the soup gets cold, the medicinal effect will be greatly reduced. Brother Que should drink it while it's hot."
And didn’t she come here so late at night just to watch this big show?
Perhaps the "expectation" in Bai Xiaoxiao's eyes was too strong, or perhaps he didn't want to embarrass his man, so Que Tianwen took the bowl she handed over, frowned, held his breath, bit his back teeth, tilted his neck back, and poured all the unknown things in the bowl into his throat.
"vomit--"
Que Tianwen subconsciously wanted to vomit, but he held it back.
Bai Xiaoxiao looked at the fly-like face and felt that the depression that had been lingering in her chest suddenly cleared up. She felt refreshed, as if she had drunk some wind oil.
"Hey, Brother Que, are you okay?"
She lowered her voice to try not to sound so gloating.
“No…I…”
Que Tianwen's mouth was bitter and he couldn't speak. He reached out to grab the teacup, but Bai Xiaoxiao was one step ahead of him and picked up the white porcelain teacup. She put it under her lips and blew on it non-stop: "This tea is too hot. Let me blow on it for you."
While blowing, she admired Que Tianwen's eyebrows and eyes which were squeezed into a ball.
But gradually Que Tianwen fell silent.
Bai Xiaoxiao continued to blow hot air: "What's the matter? Huhu - the water is still hot, huhu -"
Que Tianwen was silent for another three moments, then suddenly stood up, grabbed Bai Xiaoxiao's hand and threw her out the door.
'Bang--'
The door closed again.
Facing the cold wind, Bai Xiaoxiao pulled her skirt together in a very casual manner.
I can’t afford to play with it, haha!
…
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The next day.
The square with the auspicious carving of a soaring dragon was crowded with people.
As the number one sect in the world of immortal cultivation, the Wuliang Sect's rules for accepting disciples are as simple as can be.
The neat white jade steps stacked up and intertwined with each other, flying into the clouds. There was no idea where they were going, and there was no end in sight.
Bai Xiaoxiao knew.
——Dust-cleansing ladder.
Only those who have successfully walked up all the stairs and stood in front of the real Wuliang Gate of Wuliang Sect are qualified to become an inner or outer disciple of Wuliang Sect.
The old man with a white beard, standing tall on the oval spiritual platform, also explained the rules for accepting disciples: "Within a cup of tea, apprentice disciples who successfully complete the Cleansing Dust Ladder will be eligible to have their spiritual roots examined. Those with outstanding spiritual roots can be personally accepted as inner disciples by the sect elders, while those with lesser spiritual roots will be accepted into the outer sect. However, you don't have to worry, the outer disciples also have high-quality resources to help you embark on the path to immortality."
"However, if you fail to successfully walk out of the Cleansing Dust Ladder after a cup of tea, or if you lack spiritual roots, you can only say goodbye to your immortal path with regret."
After the old man with white beard finished speaking, he waved his long sleeves and disappeared without a trace like broken white mist.
There was a lot of noise in the square, and some people had already started to step onto the dust-cleansing ladder.
"This is too easy, it's just walking up the stairs."
Que Tianwen also had a winning smile on his face.
Bai Xiaoxiao listened to their discussion but did not dare to agree with it. She had read so many immortal cultivation novels and had never seen any trainee disciple challenge the entry test smoothly - of course, except for the protagonists.
Bai Xiaoxiao stretched out her left toe to test the jade steps, making sure they were solid and wouldn't snap. The trainee disciples who were traveling with her had already walked up the steps in groups of three or five, either joking or competing with each other, and Que Tianwen, who had been accompanying her, was nowhere to be seen.
She sighed deeply and began to climb the stairs resignedly.
At this time, in the main hall of Wuliang Sect.
Complex and elegant ancient Sanskrit characters are carved on the surrounding walls according to certain rules.
The three elders, dressed either solemnly or elegantly, sat on one side of the left seat and on both sides of the right seat, leaving only the upper left seat empty.
In the middle of the hall, a mirror with a light blue sheen was suspended, and the mirror was reflecting all the scenes happening on the Cleansing Stairs, including the behavior and performance of each trainee disciple.
"The new disciples recruited this year are all very lively." The woman in purple gauze sitting in the upper right seat teased with her chin in her hand.
The mirror was reflecting the shoving between the two trainee disciples.
"A bunch of ignorant little bastards." The old immortal pulled out the gourd from his waist, raised his neck and took a gulp of wine, burped, and leaned back in his chair, sighing, "When we first entered the Immortal Realm, we were all respectful and respectful, afraid of leaving a bad impression on the immortal masters. Look at you now... Humph! We've all been spoiled."
"What you said is all outdated." The purple-veiled woman twirled her delicate fingertips and said slowly, "Let alone hundreds or thousands of years, even last year and this year are very different. It's hard to find a good seedling."
"really."
A strong and powerful immortal nodded in agreement.
"Okay, that's enough for now."
The elegant man sitting at the highest position gathered his wide white brocade robe sleeves and spoke in a calm and elegant voice: "It should be about time. Let's begin the entry trial."
"Yes, Master."
The three of them answered in unison.
The old immortal stood up and raised his robe sleeve and swung it violently. A beam of strong white light suddenly penetrated into the mirror.
…
Bai Xiaoxiao felt as if she had stepped into some kind of illusion.
Of course, this feeling is not because of how advanced her practice is or how powerful her golden finger is.
But it was hard not to notice the red Mao Zedong portraits with flapping wings circling around her!
Those red, familiar RMB notes that exuded bravery, fearlessness and justice were so beautiful and desirable against the blue sky. Bai Xiaoxiao stood there, caught in a strange dilemma.
If the situation breaks down, she has never been loved so much by Chairman Mao in her life. The reluctance and attachment emanating from the bottom of her heart really make it difficult for her to move forward.
If you don't break the deadlock - the wings behind the red money are too eye-catching. How many times do you have to hypnotize yourself "I am an idiot" before you are stupid enough to believe that it is real money.
"Host, what's wrong with you?"
The voice of System 666 suddenly appeared in my ears.
Bai Xiaoxiao didn't look at it, just stared at the wings and muttered, "I'm wondering whether to be an idiot."
666: ???
666 looked around and said, "Host, don't be an idiot! This is an illusion designed to entice people's inner desires. It's not real! Don't be fooled."
Bai Xiaoxiao: "I know..."
That's why it hurts...
Bai Xiaoxiao forced herself to turn her head away: "You better break the illusion now, otherwise I don't know what I will do later."
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