Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 170: Huashan Illusion, open!
"I became a saint with idle books ()"!
"Huashan Mountain Spirit?" Chen Luo's eyes lit up, "Huashan on the sword?"
The mountain spirit smiled slightly: "The master said that the Huashan Mountain of this spirit is the Huashan Mountain of the Sword."
"The role of the spirit, let the master experience it himself."
After the mountain spirit finished speaking, he flew up on his own and pointed at Chen Luo's forehead. Chen Luo's eyes flashed, and he found himself in a field, and in the distance, a towering tower could be seen faintly. mountain peaks.
"Master!" The mountain spirit appeared beside Chen Luo, "Here is the fantasy space of Huashan Lunjian."
Chen Luo looked around and felt that this space was a bit like a dream flower forest.
"How did the others come in?" Chen Luo asked.
"Anyone who reaches the standard of red dust will be aware of the spirit, and will naturally feed back the news of Huashan Illusion to the other party. The other party only needs to enter the state of meditation, and then he can enter the Huashan Illusion."
Chen Luo looked at the towering Huashan Mountain in the distance and wondered, "Why not appear in Huashan Mountain?"
Shan Ling smiled: "Huashan's discussion of the sword, not everyone can participate."
After speaking, Shan Ling snapped his fingers, and a figure appeared across from Chen Luo, his face blurred.
"This is the essence of red dust." Shan Ling said with a smile, "This spirit usually absorbs the power of heaven on its own, and will eventually transform into this essence of red dust in the realm of illusion."
"The strength of the essence of red dust is strong and weak. Because it is the transformation of the power of heaven, it is mainly based on martial arts, but there are also Confucian, Taoist and Buddhist attack methods. Killing the essence of red dust can increase the qi of red dust. "
"If the essence of the red dust has ten points, five points will go to the beheaded person, two points will go to the master, and the remaining three points will go to Benling to explain later."
"The master can set the cut-off time at will. After the time is up, the top 100 people in the total amount of red dust will be eligible to appear on Mount Huashan."
The Shuling clapped his hands, the scene in front of Chen Luo changed, and he was already standing in Huashan.
"The owner can adjust the rules of the world of Huashan Illusion by himself, and finally decide the top 100 rankings."
"Everyone who enters the 100 ranks will condense the phantoms of martial arts in Huashan. In the red dust gas that the essence of red dust turned into, the remaining two points of the three points will be divided by this one. Hundreds of martial arts phantoms are shared according to their ranking."
Chen Luo heard the hidden key in Shuling's words and asked, "The phantom of martial arts? Why not me?"
Shan Ling said: "Huashan Illusion was born to stimulate warriors to compete for the first place, how can people get the opportunity for nothing?"
"The phantom of the martial arts condenses the red dust, and I need to enter the 100th again next time and merge with the phantom before I can receive the opportunity of this red dust."
"But before the fusion, everyone has the opportunity to challenge the phantom of martial arts. As long as they win, they can fuse the phantom of the defeated martial arts."
Chen Luo thought about it, and probably understood what Shu Ling meant.
For example, in the first time Huashan discussed the sword, both Ji Zhong and Su Qianqian entered Huashan. In the end, Ji Zhong was second and Su Qianqian was third.
In the second re-entry, Su Qianqian, who has made progress, can challenge Ji Zhongxuying, who is still strong in the last time. Once he wins, the red dust that Ji Zhong's second place fuses will belong to Su Qian. Shallow fusion.
Ji Zhong, if you want to go further, you can only challenge the first-place martial arts ghost. Of course, if you lose, you can also challenge down, but the rewards of red dust will be much less.
Because it is a phantom of the martial arts last time, it can also guarantee that the younger generation with real strength will come forward.
Damn it, isn't this the ladder ranking?
"Also!" Shan Ling clapped his hands again, this time Chen Luo appeared at the top of Mount Hua.
Here, Chen Luo saw five light arrays, divided into east, west, north, south, center.
"Anyone who can occupy the top five in ten consecutive rankings will appear here and open the real Huashan Sword."
"The last point in the red dust will belong to the phantom of martial arts here."
After Shan Ling finished speaking, he looked at Chen Luo again, "Besides..."
Shan Ling waved his hand, and five stone boxes appeared.
"The owner may place rewards in this stone box."
Chen Luo was stunned, looking at the five stone boxes, frowning slightly.
You want to pick my wool again?
If I put a roast chicken wing in it, will I be hunted down by these guys?
Chen Luo shook his head. Forget it. After all, he is the pillar of martial arts. If he bleeds, he will bleed.
All of them are great teachers, and a little reward is still affordable.
"When can I start?" Chen Luo asked.
Shan Ling smiled and said, "You can do it at any time. But when does the master plan to settle this time Huashan Lunjian?"
Chen Luo thought for a moment: "Three months!"
……
Night falls.
The evening breeze in Luozhou always carries a hint of floral fragrance.
The undefeated peony is a wonder of Luozhou.
Ren Ji sniffed the fragrance of flowers, sat alone on the eaves of the inn, looked at the stars in the sky, and thought that he had traveled thousands of miles before he knew it, and a smile appeared on his face.
A few days ago, he followed the pair of grandparents into Luozhou. The old lady had to thank him for her life-saving grace and took her to live in the mansion for several days.
The little girl became more and more wrong. She blushed as soon as she saw herself. She turned and ran away without saying a word. Then a group of people burst into laughter. Ren Ji probably guessed something.
It is not advisable to stay here for long.
Marriage will only hold him back.
Ren Ji quickly left a farewell letter and left overnight.
This time, he joined an academy team.
This is a team from Changfeng Academy in Luozhou to Qingzhou Wannian Academy for a debate and confrontation. Two masters lead the team and fourteen Confucian students follow. Originally, this team did not need outsiders, but none of the dozen or so students were willing to do the work of posting greeting cards and welcoming them. They happened to meet Aji, who knew Yawen, and let him join the team.
"Aji, Aji, come down quickly!" When Ren Ji was thinking about his thoughts, a crisp call came from the courtyard of the inn, Chen Luo quickly turned over and jumped off the roof.
The person who called him was called Mo Zhuozhuo, and he took the meaning of "The peach blossoms, scorching its flowers" in the "Book of Songs", but this Mo Zhuozhuo is not a suitable room and IKEA. He is used to calling people and is very squeamish. .
"Here!" Mo Zhuozhuo took out two ingots of silver from his pocket, handed them over to Ren Ji, and said, "Go to me and find a place to sell paper kites, and buy me some of the best ones. I'll put them out tomorrow. ."
Ren Ji froze for a moment and asked, "Why do you want to put paper kites all of a sudden? It's already night, I'm afraid the shops are closed."
"I don't care." Mo Zhuozhuo pouted, "Tomorrow we will pass by Liupo, which is the place where Kou Xiang wrote "Paper Kites" for a while. You don't understand either."
Ren Ji blinked and said:
"The blue and the autumn are quiet, and the air force is still weak."
"The breeze is like a trust, and the white clouds will fly in the end."
Mo Zhuozhuo looked at Ren Ji in surprise: "You actually know this poem?"
Ren Ji smiled lightly. This was what he heard a scholar read on the Drunk Galaxy. He found it interesting and wrote it down.
"It's just paper kites, you don't need to buy them." Ren Ji returned the silver taels to Mo Zhuozhuo, "I'll make two for you."
Mo Zhuozhuo was even more surprised: "Can you do it? I want to be a tall paper kite that can fly."
Ren Ji nodded: "I know, I promise to fly high. You go back to rest first, and I will give you a paper kite tomorrow morning."
Mo Zhuozhuo glanced at Ren Ji suspiciously, maybe it was because Ren Ji had read the song "Paper Kites" before, which gave her a little bit of information, and stared at him and said, "That's for sure, I'll take the paper kites tomorrow morning. Give it to me. Or I'll..."
Mo Zhuozhuo waved his fist: "I won't let you go."
After speaking, Mo Zhuozhuo turned around and went back to the room. Ren Ji scratched his head and said to himself, "I remember that there was a bamboo forest where I passed by before..."
Speaking, Ren Ji walked out of the inn, and suddenly a message flashed in his mind, and Ren Ji was in place.
"Huashan Illusion? The essence of red dust? Three months?"
……
Qin Yu followed a caravan on the way to Wuzhou.
He vaguely remembered that the man who set up the bureau spoke a few dialects when talking to his accomplices. He reluctantly imitated some, and after asking a lot of people, he realized that it was the dialect of a place in Wuzhou.
The "Liyan Original" had been on him for more than ten years, and as long as it was within a certain range, he would feel it.
Qin Yu is not in a hurry, he understands that he has just realized the "Eighteen Palms for Subduing the Dragon", and the last few palms cannot be used at all with his current red dust energy, and he still needs time.
Even if he spends his whole life, he will send the "Liyan Original" back to the Qin family.
"Xiao Qin, let me change this part of the road." An old man leaned out in the carriage, "Go in and sleep for a while, we are in a hurry for this batch of goods, and we must be on our way overnight, and the old man doesn't have that at night. The eyes are gone, and you have to work hard."
Qin Yu nodded, handed the riding whip to the old man, grabbed the steamed buns and Qingshui hanging on the car, and got into the carriage.
Qin Yu casually ate something to pad his stomach, patted the soft jacket in the carriage, and planned to take a good rest when suddenly, a message came from his mind.
"Huashan illusion? Red dust?"
……
"Tuk!" A flying knife pierced the wooden man.
Li Sanyue stepped forward, looked at the depth of the flying knife, shook his head, and pulled out the flying knife.
Three points into the wood, but you can kill the brave, but you can't kill the seventh-rank stubborn.
Li Sanyue was a little frustrated.
He can probably shoot three shots in a row at a time, and after three shots, he must adjust his breath for an hour before he can shoot again.
But if you can only deal with Bravery, it will not reflect his value.
Li Sanyue has carefully analyzed it, and it is not that his energy is not concentrated enough, but that his mortal energy is not enough.
He needs more red dust gas to be compressed and transformed into the blade light of the flying knife, so that it is possible to increase the lethality of the flying knife.
Thinking of this, Li Sanyue sighed.
Everything is good, but it's too slow.
For example, Confucian classics, such as "Poems", "Books", "Rituals", "Yi", "Spring and Autumn", "The Analects of Confucius", "Great Learning", "The Doctrine of the Mean", "Mencius", and other branches of Confucianism Classics are like a vast sea of smoke. As long as you are willing to read them, you can read them how you want.
There is no place like Wan Anbo's martial arts novels. After over and over again, the two books "Swordsman" and "The Passionate Swordsman Wuqing Sword" have only been completed, and "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" has not been finished yet.
Who can see that!
I don't know what Wan Anbo is doing every day.
I don't want him to go to the world and write books with peace of mind?
The Secretary of the Interior's donkeys don't rest as much as he does.
The shame of the literati.
Li Sanyue complained a few words in his heart, but still sighed, picked up the Daxuan Minbao, and prepared to swipe. Suddenly, the movement of his hand stopped, and a message appeared in his mind.
"Huashan Illusion? Red Dust Reward?"
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In the fantasy world of Huashan, Chen Luo seemed to be transformed into a fantasy sky, overlooking the earth, and saw a figure emerge, and soon it was boundless~IndoMTL.com~ Shanling, wouldn't they rob monsters? "Looking at so many people, Chen Luo asked.
"This is the master's perspective, which is the only way to see such a scene. In fact, each of them is in their own independent space, and there is no intersection with others."
Chen Luo reacted and nodded: "Single machine, that's reasonable."
"By the way, what would happen if they died in the illusion?" Chen Luo asked again.
"Entering the illusion is essentially consuming their soul power. If they die in the illusion, the spirit will be weakened to a certain extent. There is no way to enter the illusion again within twelve hours."
When Chen Luo was about to continue to ask if he could bring up the screen of a certain person, he suddenly felt that the red dust in his body suddenly increased a lot.
This... just started?