Chapter 18

The content of this Meixianhui is not single.

There are three main tests:

The first test is about brains.

Of course, in their words, it is called comprehension.

The head of Donghuang Xianmen, Qingfeng Jun, personally wrote a puzzle and asked the disciples of each sect to comprehend the answer. The time limit is three days and three nights.

The second round is about the heart. Set up a series of illusion arrays to see who can come out faster. The time limit is two days and nights.

The third round is a one-on-one competition. The top 1,024 people with the combined scores of the first two rounds will be selected. One game will be played every day, and the champion will be decided in ten days.

Danfeng informed the twenty disciples of the sorted information and the key points they extracted by voice transmission.

At the same time, Yushuang also told Feixing a general idea.

“In addition, there are seven types of secondary tests - piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and flowers.”

Of course, not everyone will participate in these seven categories. To be proficient enough to take the test, for most people, it is not a level that can be achieved as a hobby in their spare time.

“So elegant?” Feixing was a little surprised.

“Although it is a side door, it may not be impossible to step into the heavenly way.”

Yushuang sat on the couch, and the white flower that Feixing put on her last night lay quietly at the head of the bed.

She almost forgot to take it off when she went out this morning, and she didn’t figure it out in the end. It was just a flower, why was she afraid of being seen by others.

“Three hundred years ago, there was a chess saint who played against the heavenly way with the world as a chessboard, and won and ascended. Five hundred years ago, the gate of heaven was also opened for a wine saint.”

Feixing couldn’t imagine what it meant to use the world as a chessboard, but was surprised and said: “Can drinking make you immortal?”

Yushuang said: “The gate of heaven was opened for the wine saint for one night, but he turned a blind eye, drank all night, laughed and left after sunrise, and has never been seen since then.”

Feixing was stunned, thinking that if he hadn’t drunk too much, he really couldn’t be so chic.

But whether it was the main test or the secondary test, these had nothing to do with him.

“Does the real person know the origin of the young man who fought against the saint of Tianshuang this morning?”

He was still more interested in people.

“That’s a disciple of Yuanhai Sword Sect, Zheng Huai’en.”

“He dared to fight against the Saint of Tianshuang Sect, so he must be extraordinary, right?”

“When you came to the island, did you see a blue and white pavilion that reached the sky and was carved with dragons and phoenixes?”

“I have some impression.”

“That’s Qingyue Pavilion. The pavilion publishes a book of ‘Phoenix Youngsters’ every year. After Tiandi Xuanhuang, Jia, Yi, Bing, and Ding, it adds three levels of upper, middle and lower, and the total evaluation is for young talents who have practiced for no more than fifty years.”

Yushuang said:

“Zheng Huai’en has been evaluated as Tianjia Upper Level for several years with Qingchen, the closed disciple of the head of Donghuang Xianmen Qingjun, and the Saint of Tianshuang Sect.”

Isn’t that a leader of the same generation, a dragon among men?

Feixing understood it now. No wonder the immortals were so panicked in the morning, even the immortal Yushuang looked solemn.

Yushuang looked at him and said seriously:

“With your talent, if you can be taught the Great Dao, you may not be able to be compared with them.”

Me?

Feixing blinked.

“I have no interest in fighting and fighting. Since I am cultivating immortality, shouldn’t I be like the Immortal Master and live in peace with the world? I just want to remove the magic flower in my body, and then...” He suddenly realized that he seemed to have no wishes and no subsequent goals. He had become accustomed to staying by Yu Shuang’s side. But the Immortal Master once said that he could leave after he finished reading those hundreds of books. Now, although I have learned immortal arts, once the magic flower is removed, it seems that there is no reason for me to stay by her side. Will the Immortal Master drive me away at that time? If he can successfully refine the magic flower into an immortal weapon, there will be nothing I can do to help him. At that time, joining those big sects and inheriting the great way will have nothing to do with me ... Yu Shuang always believed that Fei Xing would not and should not shrink in this small world beside her. He should go to the wider world to achieve a feat. Fei Xing was silent, and Yu Shuang lowered her eyes. Snow fell outside the building, and the house was quiet. Let’s talk about what happened later. Feixing shook his head secretly and said:

“Master, after I broke through the state of mind-observation, the magic flower appeared in my sea of ​​consciousness.”

Yushuang’s almond eyes narrowed when she heard this.