Beyond the Divine States Chapter 136: : Outer peak assessment
Ning Changjiu looked at the old man at the desk, and it took a while to remember that today is not only the day of the sword test meeting, but also the day of the outer peak assessment.
He helped his head, always feeling that he had forgotten important things.
The old man waited for a while, and saw that he didn't speak, he raised his head and asked curiously: "Why? I'm nervous? If I'm nervous, I'll switch to another one and let the nervous person come."
Ning Changjiu thought that no matter how he came, he came, so he would try.
"How to evaluate?" Ning Changjiu asked.
The old man was stunned for a while, raised his head, with an angry expression on his face, he said: "What is your name? Sun Jiaoxi spent more than a moment to explain, where did you listen?"
Ning Changjiu doesn't know how to refute.
Ning Changjiu's sudden appearance was surprising to the other disciples around. From their perspective, it was a pile of rocks that were difficult to hide, and suddenly a teenager walked out of thin air.
The disciple who was supposed to play next, but was interrupted by Ning Chang's appearance, stood in the middle of the road, in a dilemma.
He slowly returned to his senses in consternation, looking at the young man in white.
The boy had a raw face, some familiar but he didn’t know where he had seen him. He originally thought he had come to the Outer Peak to make trouble for the assessment, but after staring for a while, he found that the man had been rubbing his head, looking like Where is the fool who fell...
Could it be that the bad guy who wanted to make trouble lurked on the rock wall, stumbled and crashed his brain?
He boldly stepped forward, looked at Ning Changjiu, and asked: "Who are you?"
The old man heard the questions from other voices, and became more angry. He knocked on the table with his pen, splashed with ink in his hand, blowing his beard and staring: "Which disciple are you? What mess, this place is yours or Is it mine?"
The disciple was shocked, and he turned to the old man and said apologetically: "Master Sword Master, I am the disciple who is going to participate in this round of assessment."
The old man pointed at Ning Changjiu with his pen, and said in confusion, "Who is he?"
Where does that disciple know, can't you say that he fell from the sky? If Master Sword Master feels that he is playing tricks on him, I am afraid that he will not be eligible to participate in the assessment.
Ning Changjiu avoided his embarrassment and took the initiative to begin by saying: "My name is Ning Changjiu, and I see Jiusheng for a long time."
The old man gave a faint hum, and said: "The name is a good name."
Then he picked up the paper and turned it over, frowning, and said: "Ning Changjiu...well, there is no such person on this list, where did you come out? Or did the imposter remember the wrong name?" /
"Ning Changjiu?" The disciple was surprised when he heard it. He immediately remembered some stories from Neifeng and asked: "Are you that Ning Changjiu?"
Ning Changjiu looked at the old man and said, "It was...the peak master asked me to come."
The old man was also taken aback: "The peak owner asked you to come? Do you know the peak owner?"
Then he remembered something, then looked up at Ning Changjiu's gaze and asked, "Are you the only outer disciple of the legendary Neifeng?"
Ning Changjiu nodded and said: "It's me."
Many people present also thought of the legend in the inner peak.
It is said that there was a young girl who was amazing and brilliant. As soon as she entered the peak, she was accepted as an inner disciple by the peak owner. Next to that girl was a brother who dragged an oil bottle, who was able to ascend to heaven alone, and the lucky one named Ning Changjiu was also the lucky one. After living in Neifeng, it is said that he also found an excuse to attend classes with the girl.
This kind of bad rules makes many people feel jealous. They have been waiting for when the boy who looks like a male pet will be driven out of the inner peak after being tired.
However, the disciple seems to have some tricks. He has been standing by and not letting go. He also knows how to be a big fan. He is low-key and rarely has any scandals. Only a few disciples met him when Lu married and punished Yan Feng that day. , But apart from his good looks, he can't see anything too brilliant.
Now, the legendary character finally appeared suddenly and alive.
Many people whispered to each other before slowly returning to their senses, reflecting his identity. For such domineering disciples, most of them have contempt and disdain in their hearts.
Today, he fell from the top and appeared behind the peak rock, with a desperate look. Maybe he fell out of favor and was swept out. Some female disciples showed more curiosity, seeming to hope that he could bring something interesting.
The bottom of the peak is not as cold as the top of the peak, and fluffy grass has grown on the ground, and the snow-white waterfall falling down from the top of the peak crashed into mist in mid-air. If you look up at this moment, you can see a few colorful rainbows hanging in mid-air. Light.
It's just such a spring breeze, passing over the corners of the young man's clothes, and there is some depression for some reason. The old man looked at him for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly, and said, "Since the peak owner asked you to come, you can try it."
Ning Changjiu asked: "What about the rules?"
The old man didn't bother to tell him again, pointing to the disciple who was accidentally jumped in by Ning Changjiu, and said: "You come first and show him."
The young man is also considered to be the best in the outer peak, and he has cultivated to the middle of the Xuanxuan realm in just one year. This makes many younger disciples admire him, thinking that his entry into the inner peak is almost a certainty. .
He was a little nervous about this assessment, but this small twist dilutes the tension in his heart. He thinks that Ning Changjiu lived in Neifeng for a few months. Although he is not a master, he has always seen a master. I want him to see what kind of people really rely on strength to enter the inner peak.
"Yes, Master Sword Master!" The disciple replied loudly, with more confidence in his heart.
The assessment of Waifeng’s entry is divided into three steps, which may seem simple, but in reality they are strict.
Yu Jian Tianzong repairs the sword, but no matter how the purpose of the sword move changes, the real core of the sword move is always speed, strength and precision.
The speed and cruelty of the sword is something that almost all sword repairers pursue all their lives.
The first test is the speed of the sword. The rules are not difficult, just put a wooden stake in front of the disciple and give him three breaths to see how many sword marks he can cut out of the stake. If the number exceeds twenty, you can enter the next round.
This is the simplest of the three links.
The disciple's expression is extremely focused. He has practiced countless times for today, and even the three breath time has beaten tens of thousands of times in his mind. He can accurately grasp every moment and make sure not to waste any time.
The spiritual energy was poured into the sword, and the short three breaths seemed extremely long.
Under the sun, the sword body reflects the scorching light, and in the eyes of the disciple with less eyesight, the sword becomes a line of light and shadow in an instant, which is dazzling.
Ning Changjiu took a look, probably understood the rules, then gently rubbed his forehead, thinking about what he had forgotten just now.
He stretched out his hand, and there was a blood stain on the palm of his hand. He was extremely sure that the blood stain was made by himself.
The bloodstain is not deep, it is a bit hasty, it should be in a hurry to remind myself something.
Just...what do you want to remind?
He feels a headache.
The first round of assessment soon ended. The disciple received his sword, and then a teacher walked forward and counted the nicks on the wooden stake.
"Thirty-one lines, more than twenty lines, pass." He announced the number and the result.
The old man nodded, somewhat satisfied, and said: "Continue."
The test of the second round is the vision of the sword.
A wooden sign was erected in front of the disciple’s eyes. There were hundreds of squares on the wooden sign, and a color was shown in the center of each square. Then the old man would carry the sign on his back and say a color casually. This disciple relied on his memory to leave marks of sword thorns in the corresponding colored blocks on the wooden board behind his back.
Ning Changjiu took a look, feeling a little fancy and a little boring.
The memory of monks is generally better than that of ordinary people, but this disciple does not seem to be strong in memory. He only pierced twelve squares, but still reached the standard of ten squares required by Waifeng.
The last assessment is the most difficult.
Ning Changjiu only noticed a strong man holding a sword standing in front of the old man. He glanced at it casually before, thinking it was a grinding book boy.
If this kind of thought is made known to this stubborn strong man, I might be eager to snap Ning Changjiu's eyeballs out.
The old man said: "Choose one."
The weapon box opens, and there are rows of small and large weapons, such as smart light swords, heavy gourds, and long spears suitable for stabs...Eighteen weapons are all available.
This is for the disciple to choose a weapon for Naruto, and as long as this disciple has three tricks under this weapon, he is considered to have passed the assessment.
The disciple's expression has become extremely serious, that strong man is in a good state, at least a monk who has entered the upper realm of the Profound Realm, and several potential disciples have fallen at this level before.
He sighed, pointed to the seemingly lightest dagger, and said: "That's it."
The strong man picked up the dagger, weighed it, and looked a little unhappy. He still prefers weapons like epee.
When the disciple saw his displeased expression, his mood was relaxed a bit. This short sword would greatly reduce the innate advantage of this strong man, making him nowhere to use brute force. He only needs to fight firmly and defensively, and last through three. Recruitment should not be a problem.
But this disciple still miscalculated. After he had two moves, he was already showing some joy in his heart. Suddenly, the strong man did not use the light sword and slapped his chest directly. The disciple did not react and avoid Too late, he was slapped and flew out.
At the moment when Lux is in the middle of the palm, there is plenty of energy left, so he won't suffer too much injury.
The disciple clutched his chest and fell on the grass with a shocked expression. He looked at the old man and wanted to get justice back for himself: "This...he cheated! This counts as well? This...this is not compliant at all. !"
The old man didn't even raise his eyelids, thinking that so many disciples hadn't passed the assessment, and that one generation is inferior to one generation over the years.
He pulled his throat and shouted: "Next."
This disciple clutched his chest, his face was ashes, and a year of hard work was in vain. If he wants to join Neifeng again, it will be a year later.
He turned his head and looked at Ning Changjiu, and the anger in his heart also transferred to the disciple who ate soft rice.
Ning Changjiu didn't take it seriously and ignored his gaze.
The old man asked casually: "Do you understand the rules?"
Ning Changjiu nodded, took the sword and walked to a newly erected wooden stake, the three breath sword passed, Ning Changjiu took the sword and walked to the next assessment.
The teacher counted the sword marks on the stakes, and said loudly: "Twenty-one."
Many people present had different expressions, and the disciple who had just failed was very calm, thinking that although he was not as weak as he thought, but at such a level, the second round was very sad, let alone the third round. The assessment has been made.
Ning Changjiu glanced at the wooden board.
The wooden board is back.
The old man glanced at the new willow blown by the spring breeze, and said, "Green."
Ning Changjiu didn’t like this color, but it didn’t prevent him from using the sword. A golden light flashed under his eyes, the spring breeze passed by, and the new sprout willow was swinging with the wind. The willow branches moved the sword slightly, swallowing the sword energy. A spit, like a precipitous spring breeze in February.
The old man's lazy expression suddenly became serious. He didn't see how the young man made the sword, but at almost the same time, there was a regular gap in the center of all the green squares on the wooden board—that It is the trace of the sword tip pierced like a dragonfly.
Ning Changjiu went to the next round.
The disciples who were far away hadn't seen what happened, and didn't know that he didn't pass the second round. He heard Ning Changjiu say in an extremely calm tone: "Choose your own."
Na Lishi frowned suddenly. He looked at the thick-haired boy and sneered: "Are you sure?"
Ning Changjiu didn't want to talk nonsense, just nodded.
Luxury smiled heartily, whether it was sarcasm or admiration, and boasted: "So courageous."
In today's round of assessment, there are also a few who can reach this round, but no one has dared to pick this giant sword. He feels that those disciples are courageous, and they have been in vain for a day.
At this moment, he listened to the frail white-clothed youth uttering wild words, and he was not polite, and directly took the giant sword and pressed it up.
Ning Changji didn't move much.
The strong man's heart was stunned, thinking what the **** was this man, he would not stop him, forcing himself to withdraw some of his strength, so as not to seriously injure him.
His pleasure in choosing the epee quickly turned into unhappy.
And the unhappiness in my heart turned into pain in an instant.
A clear breeze blows, curling the faint fragrance of new grass.
The action of Lux stiffened.
His sword slashed smoothly, but fell to the ground.
The young man is no longer in front of him.
He is like the spring breeze passing by his shoulders, and he has come behind him when he concentrates again.
Ning Changjiu was back to back with him. He was holding the sword in his backhand, and the tip of the sword was just against the center of the strong man's back, piercing his clothes and pasting his flesh and blood.
"You..." Li Shi felt the Limans on his back and was puzzled: "How did you do it?"
Ning Chang didn’t answer for a long time. He put away the sword and walked to the old man. He took a jade medal from Neifeng disciple from his table, engraved his name, and replaced the piece on his waist. , And then without a word, walked towards the mountain road leading to the inner peak.
As his figure left, the wooden stake with only 21 sword marks suddenly lit up with countless sword lights, and then it collapsed suddenly, turning into more than three thousand four hundred pieces of sawdust. It fell to the ground like snowflakes, and gradually blown away in the spring breeze.
After a long time, there were loud exclamations on the Yeping, and Ning Changjiu's back figure had long since disappeared in the depths of the clouds on the Tianku Peak.
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(ps: the next chapter has been updated)
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