Please call me Huanxian

Chapter 41: The test fails, reality and fantasy are difficult to distinguish
In the next two days, Xu Yuanchang spent more time concentrating the wood energy, and during his free time, he practiced the communication runes on ordinary rune paper.

However, he underestimated the rogue face of Liujia Qimen's Incarnation Technique, and the Mu Qi he had worked hard to condense. When he woke up in the morning, he found that most of it was made into a wedding dress, and the faint mana seal in Shenting's orifice became more and more clearly visible.

What can he do if he has no intention of inserting willows and willows?

The incarnation technique he accidentally learned is so overbearing that it's a bit evil.

It made him feel vaguely uneasy, and he didn't dare to tell anyone.

On the morning of October 15th, when I walked into the lecture hall of Liuyuntai, I saw that Song Shuqian's group of monks, who had been away for three days, had returned and were bragging to everyone about their achievements. They had captured many thieves in the Solid Qi realm and none of the Qi-inducing thieves. Slip through the net, that's all.

Not long after, Taoist Priest Zhang Wang walked in.

All the noise stops.

After the students stood up and saluted, Zhang Wang took the question paper and answered questions eloquently for an hour.

After finishing his homework, Zhang Wang walked up to Xu Yuanchang who stood up in the back row, took a look at it, and said regretfully: "You and I originally had a fate, but it's a pity that the weather didn't allow it, so there's no need to slack off. With your intelligence and talent, you can break through and advance to the second floor within three years." Difficult matter, from now on you may find a job in Baijisi and continue your spiritual path."

Xu Yuanchang clasped his fists and apologized: "The student is incompetent and has failed the Taoist priest's high expectations."

Within the set period of time, he failed to complete the training test that Taoist Zhang Wang expected of him, so he lost the opportunity to join Chonglong Temple. It would be false to say that he did not regret it.

Zhang Wang smiled and said: "You are disappointed, but your mood is not affected too much. The study during this period in the Dao Palace is quite effective. I have a good understanding of the 'quiet' state of mind. Keep it up, there are opportunities everywhere in life." , maybe if we meet again one day, you will impress me."

He did not ask the other party what went wrong during this month's practice.

This resulted in the progress of Qinglong Shengmu Technique being so stagnant.

Some opportunities are lost and never come back.

Xu Yuanchang bowed down and said, "Thank you, Taoist Priest, for your teachings."

Zhang Daozhang is the first elder he has met who sincerely admires him, both in his cultivation and in his actions.

It's a pity that I can no longer listen to the teachings.

After watching Taoist Zhang leave the lecture hall, Xu Yuanchang adjusted his mood, listened to many students debating loudly, and took a pen to record the wonderful arguments in a book, as usual.

After school, facing the cold wind in winter, Xu Yuanchang came to Leshui Qiaotou again.

Still haven't seen Taoist Master Yanshan who wants to get along with him for some reason.

The three-legged broken stool was overturned under the tree, stained with mud and sand, no one cared about it, and it was desolate. Xu Yuanchang stepped forward, lifted the stool up, gently wiped the dirt off the stool, straightened it, and sat on it quietly. Thinking of Taoist Master Yanshan.

The old Taoist priest who was setting up a Gua stall in Jiantian City eight hundred miles away suddenly shrank his neck, tightened the skirt of his old Taoist robe, and muttered: "It's strange, who is talking about me? This damn weather is so cold and cold. Yes, when people get old, they are afraid of winter."

What little cultivation was left on his body disappeared without a trace for unknown reasons. His face was blue and white from the cold, and the tip of his nose was red.

Suddenly there was a burst of crying and noise in the distance on the street.

A black horse ran wildly, and in the blink of an eye, its iron hooves trampled on the edge of the Gua stall and ran away to the east.

The wildly swung ponytail confused Taoist Master Yanshan, who was unable to dodge.

Bamboo sticks were thrown all over the ground. The old Taoist priest suffered from this sudden disaster. His tears and nose were flowing freely. He vaguely saw a figure on the horse. He was so angry that he stamped his feet and cursed: "Who doesn't control their animals and care about people's lives? People don't accept them." One day, you will be rewarded, be careful to attract retribution..."

He suddenly stopped talking and looked up carefully at the gloomy sky.

The black horse, which had rushed out more than ten feet away, and its rider, had already turned a corner and crashed into the side yard wall of the street.

There were two loud "bang bang" sounds, and blood and white liquid splattered.

The black horse and the knight died on the spot, the courtyard wall was in a mess, and a large section collapsed.

Passers-by cheered and cheered, and some who recognized the identity of the deceased exclaimed, "He is the third son of the general Hu of the City Guard Army." Those who gathered around to watch the fun immediately dispersed, fearing that he would get into trouble.

There were countless injured people on the street who were knocked down, trampled and had broken bones, wailing, and many relatives, friends and passers-by lent a helping hand.

In the chaos, a group of well-dressed men came rushing in on horseback. The guard in front whipped them away and yelled: "You guys who don't have eyes, don't block the way of the young master. You deserve to be trampled to death for a few of them." "

The old Taoist priest hurriedly retreated to the street, shook his head and sighed in a low voice: "If you don't cultivate your moral character, disaster will come from your mouth, and you will die unjustly! The poor old man has to start over again."

As soon as he finished speaking, the horses rushed against the street wall like crazy. The sound of cracking bones mixed with the frightened screams of the guarding knights was very terrifying. In an instant, corpses were everywhere on the ground, and there was no one left alive. It was so bloody that onlookers on the street couldn't help but secretly pump their fists and cheer.

This group of dandies and guards were so arrogant that they often broke into the bustling city, not just once or twice.

He hurt countless people and had no way to complain, so he got retribution.

"The upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked. It is the fault of a son who does not teach his father. If you trace the root cause, you will be punished!"

After the old Taoist said these words, he wiped away the tears on his face and slowly knelt down to pick up the scattered bamboo sticks.

If you want to be a mortal, why is it so difficult?

How come this human world, thousands of years ago and more than a thousand years later, is still the same as a bird?

In a luxurious mansion in the city, General Hu, who was enjoying a lively banquet, suddenly fell down, bleeding from his orifices and died.

The guests and maids were shouting and making a mess.

In the palace of the city lord halfway up the mountain, the city lord, who was discussing elegant metaphysics with an expert, grabbed the ground with his head for no reason, fell down and fell unconscious.

The other two prominent men met with disaster almost at the same time. They either went crazy or broke their legs and suffered a stroke and were paralyzed, unable to speak.

Such weird and strange things happened in an explosive manner, which quickly alerted the city's Baijisi, Taoist Palace, and Academy. Experts gathered to investigate this mass incident, which a discerning person could tell at a glance was caused by the practices of monks.

However, after searching again and again, I couldn't find any clues.

The only thing that is certain is that the person who takes action has powerful magic and can cover up the secrets of heaven.

Pulling out the radish and bringing out the mud, the government in Jietian City was set on fire, causing anger from many parties. Before dark, many corrupt officials and lawless officials were locked up.

The old Taoist looked on with cold eyes. Since he had been defeated, he would definitely not stop if he was not satisfied.

"Man is doing it, God is watching, and there is a god three feet above your head."

The rolling sound sounded like thunder from above the sky.

A new round of arrests is about to begin.

Xu Yuanchang, who was eight hundred miles away, seemed to be taking a nap while sitting on a stool.

As if in a dream, he saw the murders on the streets of Jietian City, as well as the strange disasters in which officials were seeking retribution.

No sound could be heard, and the old Taoist figure could not be seen in it.

From the perspective of a bystander, he observed the entire incident and presented it one by one, including the subsequent disputes and differences that occurred during the investigation of the case between Baijisi and Daogong and Academy masters.

He vaguely heard a sentence behind him, which suddenly made him wake up.

"Man is doing it, God is watching, and there is a god three feet above your head."

It was getting dark, and he actually sat there for half the afternoon.

The buskers from the nearby juggling stalls looked at him with concern for the mentally retarded person and shouted to clear away the items on the floor.

Xu Yuanchang touched the bamboo box behind his back, quickly got up and walked towards the north street.

The unstable three-legged broken stool swayed forlornly in the dusk.

A gust of cold wind blew, and the broken bench staggered and fell under the roots of the tree. "Bang", it fell apart, which shocked several buskers.

Back in the guest house, Xu Yuanchang slowly washed his hands and wiped his face, thinking about the strange thing that happened to him this afternoon. That dream was too real.

Is it reality or fantasy?

He was stupidly confused.

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(End of this chapter)