Chapter 1 The completion test is the most merciless thing in the Celestial Empire

I can hear the sound of snow falling in the uninhabited courtyard behind me, and the river flows over the mossy stone steps. The surface of the brown soil was covered with rotten flowers, and the voice of the chicks came from the sky. The dead vine old tree fainted, and I sat down with a wooden sword in my arms.

These are all illusions, and they can't deceive me.

But why do I feel a little hungry?

I looked up at the remnant sun in front of me, where the words "three hours and fifty-seven minutes" were displayed. It turned out that I had unconsciously stayed in the fantasy for nearly four hours.

It's impossible to say that I'm not hungry, but it's not the time for me to jump around looking for food. Because I have a hunch that I am about to die for the seventh time.

I am the most useless Taoist priest of the Mo family living in the 21st century. I didn't take the teacher test until I was 19 years old. Taoist priests of my age have already gone down the mountain and even received several disciples quickly, but I was still practicing in the Mojia Taoist temple until yesterday that I received the test notice.

The notice is in written form and looks very similar to the reminder notice of the Bank of China. After I opened it, I found that it was a notification test. Before I had time to be happy, I was shocked. I threw down the notice and ran to my brother's dormitory.

Brother was sitting and drinking tea at that time. Now that he has three disciples, he is more and more immortal. Before I rushed to the door, I asked the disciple to open the door uncertainly. Then I looked at the breathless slow and raised my eyebrows: "Even you are such a useless person is finally going to take the test?"

I held the door frame and gasped, and I felt a little embarrassed. Even the disciples recruited from outside passed the test a year ago, but I didn't receive the notice until today with the blood of the Mo family. It's really nothing to get the extreme. But considering the presence of his apprentice, I still held my face very reluctantly: "The elders will never send the wrong person. Brother, I remember that you passed the test in only ten minutes. Do you have any shortcuts and secrets to teach me?

He sneered, put down the teacup and looked at me and said, "Don't you have the confidence to pass the test? What else do you want to ask me?"

I stared at him for two seconds and concluded that he was dissatisfied with my act of showing off ability, so I rushed up and hugged his thigh: "I'm wrong!" Brother! Please be sure to teach me the secrets of passing the test!"

He immediately sprayed tea, quickly pulled the chair next to me to let me sit down, and asked the laughing apprentice next to pour tea for me, and then patted me on the shoulder: "Don't worry, as long as you have the corresponding strength, you can pass the test. You don't need any skills at all."

I was much calm after hearing this, and I didn't feel as nervous as before. Looking at my brother's sincere face that he could go to the bank to do credit guarantee, I thought for a moment and asked, "How many levels are there in the test?"

"Not much." He slowly took a sip of tea: "A total of seven-seven forty-nine levels."

...That is to say, I'm stuck at the first gate now?! And it took four hours to die six times without passing?

I pressed my forehead sadly and indignantly and didn't want to think about how to pass the next 48 gates. The Jade Emperor must be playing with me. Unexpectedly, I met the fantasy test at the first level. Doesn't he know that I have never passed the fantasy test?

The fantasy test is an extremely rare test in Taoist practice, because it requires Taoist priests to find the monsters that create fantasy within a limited time. This kind of test is not easy, because there are many monsters in the fantasy world. Although Taoist priests who participate in the test can repeat challenges infinitely, they will be sanctioned by the fantasy judges after passing the time or finding the wrong target. There's nothing we can do. Who let the Mo parents always say that the funds are not enough?

I have been particularly vigilant since the beginning of the test, and have not passed the test so far: the first judgment error was burned to death, the second time was crushed to death by the organ after the time, the third time the injury and innocent was shot to death by falling stones, the fourth time the wrong target was shot to death by random arrows, the fifth action made a mistake and fell to death, and the sixth time exceeded Time was killed by a bomb... Seriously, if it goes on like this, I'm worried that I will commit suicide under too much pressure.

Just give up the test. I turned my head and looked at the river next to me with sadness and indignation, thinking that jumping down with a stone around my neck should drown. The river has been wandering in the fantasy since the beginning of the test, and has not changed in the nearly four hours of the test. White plums and snow fell into the unfrozen water, and the bottom was full of large white flowers. Looking at it from a distance, there was a trace of gorgeous artistic conception.

I stretched out my right hand to touch the river, wondering if the river was cold, but the river became slightly volatile at the moment I touched it. Light penetrates from the bottom of the river, and after orange and yellow, it floats slightly golden. Between the depth and shallow, the river flashed like a pool of kumquats.

I felt novel. I picked up the wooden sword and stabbed the golden light. Suddenly, the river water tossed, and a miserable cry came from inside. I was shocked to take two steps back, and two seconds later I found a yellow mutant frog floating from the bottom of the river.

It's over. I broke out in a cold sweat.

I must have killed the onlookers by mistake.

I rolled and crawled in front of the frog and pulled its body with my hands and feet. The frog died so hard that no matter how I pulled it, it didn't respond. I desperately put down the frog wailing and was about to roar myself for the seventh retest when a voice came coldly.

"Three hours and fifty-nine minutes."

The sound was quite indifferent and looked extremely deserted in the space that had not yet disappeared into nothingness.

I looked up at the source of the sound, and a teenager I had never seen before was standing next to me. Seeing me looking up, the teenager repeated what he had just said: "Three hours and 59 minutes. Although it took more time than expected, it also passed the test.

I looked at him blankly and wondered if I had met a disciple who took the test at the same time. He looks very young, about 17 years old, with beautiful eyebrows and half-long hair giving people a sense of immortality. Who is the new disciple?

How can you call a disciple to be more like a regular Taoist priest than me?

My fragile heart was hit, and the young man's dark pupils full of contempt shattered the ground like glass: "What's wrong with four hours? Is four hours a shame? No matter how much I procrastinate, I have passed the test, better than standing here with nowhere to go?"

The teenager sneered: "Which eye did you see that I have nowhere to go?"

"Then are you here to make soy sauce?"

"I'm waiting for you to pass the test." The teenager's contemptuous eyes directly changed to contempt: "As soon as you were burned to death in the fantasy, you decided that you couldn't pass the test. Because of your face, you didn't directly fail the test. It happened that your great brother was drinking tea at the elder's house. Seeing that you were so ashamed, he proposed to let you take the activity test. As long as you help others complete the task, you passed the exam. ."

He paused and looked at my suddenly realized expression and snorted coldly: "The elder adopted your brother's proposal after consideration, and then sent you to help me complete the task. As long as you follow me and follow my requirements, you can become a teacher after the task is completed."

I nodded: "So that's why you've been waiting for me here?"

"Of course." The teenager raised his chin coldly and then hit my "hard work" back to his throat.

"According to your ability, it is definitely impossible to pass the test. I just need a cannon fodder to die. Although you are useless, you can resist some illusions. In addition, your vitality is as strong as weeds, which is the most suitable as bait."

Do you dare to say more directly that I can't beat and step on it?

I pinched a handful of weeds behind my back to vent my anger and scolded this guy for not going to death. If he scolds me in front of me, can't he say it gently behind my back?

The teenager looked at me and didn't say anything. I noticed that he shifted his eyes to the wooden sword in my right hand and thought that we should be a cooperative relationship now, so I raised my head generously and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"Are you good at using swords?" He narrowed his eyes and looked at me, and I nodded.

"Are you sure you won't stab yourself in the battle?"

You said that's a whip, right!? Besides, do I look so useless?

I stood up and looked at the teenager: "Why don't we have a comparison?" If you can't tell, let it practice.

"No." The teenager smiled and turned his head to look ahead. The sun branded a layer of molded rubbing on his face, which made his side extremely handsome.

"Since you can stand up, let's go. If you walk now, you should be able to get there before dark.

As he spoke, he looked back at me and raised his eyebrows slightly. The corners of his lips seemed to be smiling, but they were so light that they could hardly be seen: "My name is Chengying."

He held his hand and stood in the backlight and looked at me: "Before successfully completing the commission, please give me more advice."