Shenwu Evil Emperor

Chapter 582
In an antique room, Gu Qiancheng was sitting on a sandalwood chair, concentrating on the two pages of paper in his hand.

Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from outside the door.

Not long after, Ling Yuchen walked in.

"Dean." Ling Yuchen walked straight to the long table in front of Gu Qiancheng, stood up straight, and called out respectfully.

"Ah."

Gu Qiancheng put down the paper in his hand, glanced at Ling Yuchen, and an unknown surprise flashed in his eyes.

"However, within a day, he broke through again. This kid is really amazing. I don't know how those boys will feel when they see him."

Gu Qiancheng was very satisfied with Ling Yuchen, but his face remained calm. He stood up from the chair and made a hand gesture at the wall next to him. A soft force shot into the wall, and he saw that The flat wall began to ripple like water waves.Not long after, a pitch-black passage appeared in front of Ling Yuchen.

Gu Qiancheng said without turning his head, "Come with me."

As he said that, he stepped in first. Seeing this, Ling Yuchen hurriedly followed and entered the passage.

On the top of the passage, there are goose egg-sized luminous stones inlaid. The faint light makes the dark passage not completely dark. Although the light is a little weak, it is enough for Ling Yuchen.

Ling Yuchen followed Gu Qiancheng closely, walked straight for about half a quarter of an hour, and then reached the end of the passage.

Walking out of the passage, Ling Yuchen glanced at the scene in front of him, slightly surprised.

In front of him was a huge garden, and the whole garden exuded a heavy atmosphere.Above the garden gate, hung a brown plaque with two simple characters clearly engraved on it.

Zhenge!

"It turns out that this garden is Zhenge..."

Looking at the huge garden in front of him, a flash of surprise flashed in Ling Yuchen's eyes. He thought Zhen Pavilion was an attic, but he didn't expect that Zhen Pavilion turned out to be such a garden.

At this moment, he was a little excited. After the arsenal, another mysterious place in the martial arts academy was about to unveil its mysterious veil in front of him.

Following Guqiancheng into the Zhen Pavilion, Ling Yuchen walked all the way, constantly scanning the surroundings.

The ancient trees in the Zhen Pavilion are full of shade, and the soft sunlight penetrates through the dense branches and leaves, forming countless large and small light spots on the ground paved with bluestone slabs, which looks quiet and artistic.

Entering this precious pavilion, walking on the bluestone road, breathing the clean air, Ling Yuchen felt refreshed.

There are many pavilions and pavilions in Zhen Pavilion. The walls of these pavilions and pavilions, as well as the pillars and eaves, are carved with exquisite patterns, inlaid with ancient jade and gold ornaments, and many paints are mixed with precious stones. Gold powder, compared with other buildings in Wuyuan, this precious pavilion is very luxurious.

While appreciating, a melodious piano sound suddenly came from Zhen Pavilion.

Gu Qiancheng identified the direction of the piano sound, and then went straight away, Ling Yuchen naturally followed closely.

Soon, Ling Yuchen saw that a middle-aged man dressed as a scholar was sitting in front of a pavilion, concentrating on playing a guqin placed in front of him.

When Gu Qiancheng and Ling Yuchen walked a foot in front of him, the middle-aged scholar stopped playing the piano, raised his head, and glanced at Ling Yuchen. His eyes were soft and peaceful, giving people a very comfortable feeling.

"Dean, it has been more than two years since the last time you brought someone here. Hasn't the Martial Academy had any outstanding martial arts talents in the past two years?" The middle-aged scribe set his sights on Gu Qiancheng, calmly asked.

"Ah."

Gu Qiancheng responded lightly, and said: "This kid is not bad."

"Ah."

The middle-aged scribe chuckled and said, "Then let's try."

Immediately, he signaled to Ling Yuchen, "Little guy, come to me."

"Go, do as he ordered." Gu Qiancheng said calmly.

The conversation between the two made Ling Yuchen a little confused.

According to his understanding of Zhen Pavilion, there are many rare things in this Zhen Pavilion.In his mind, since Guqiancheng gave him a chance to enter Zhen Pavilion, it should let him go to Zhen Pavilion to choose treasures.

However, from entering Zhen Pavilion to now, he has not seen any rare objects.Gu Qiancheng didn't tell him why he was brought to Zhen Pavilion, and now he was asked to go to the middle-aged scribe.

Seeing Ling Yuchen hesitate, the middle-aged scribe chuckled, "What are you afraid of, I won't eat you, I just let you listen to a song."

"Listen to a song?"

Ling Yuchen's heart moved, "Could it be that this person is the one who guards the precious pavilion, and if he wants to go deep into the precious pavilion, he must pass his test?"

Thinking of this, Ling Yuchen walked straight in front of the middle-aged scribe, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Okay, listen carefully, I'm going to start."

After the middle-aged scribe finished speaking softly, he began to play the qin with both hands. His white and slender fingers jumped nimbly on the strings, and the melodious sound of the qin wafted out from the guqin.

The sound of the piano spread out, and a quiet and peaceful atmosphere enveloped this space.

It didn't take long before there was no other sound in the entire Zhen Pavilion except for the sound of the piano.

Amidst the peaceful sound of the piano, Ling Yuchen only felt comfortable physically and mentally, and a feeling of exhaustion welled up in his heart. He closed his eyelids involuntarily, enjoying the tranquility quietly.

Seeing that Ling Yuchen closed his eyes, the eyes of the middle-aged scribe flashed with disappointment. He glanced at Guqiancheng, but he didn't speak, and his hands were still stroking the guqin.

Gu Qiancheng stood expressionlessly two feet behind Ling Yuchen. Although he could only see Ling Yuchen's back, he could clearly perceive Ling Yuchen's current situation, and he felt a little anxious.

Anyone who enters the Zhen Pavilion must pass the assessment of this middle-aged scribe.

Gu Qiancheng knew that the assessment for middle-aged scribes seemed simple, but it was actually very difficult. It was impossible for ordinary geniuses to pass this assessment. Therefore, he never brought people in easily.

The reason why Guqiancheng gave Ling Yuchen the opportunity to enter Zhen Pavilion was precisely because he believed that Ling Yuchen should have a good chance of passing the examination. However, things seemed to be developing in the opposite direction to what he thought.

At this moment, Ling Yuchen's eyes have been closed, and he is about to indulge in the melodious music of the piano. However, at this moment, the yang-type soul fetus in the dantian pool suddenly vibrated, affecting the yang-type vitality in the dantian pool It also vibrated, and a pure light appeared.

Ling Yuchen's heart trembled involuntarily, and he became sober in an instant.

"Hypnosis!"

Ling Yuchen's heart skipped a beat.He didn't expect that this piano music actually has a hypnotic meaning, which will make people addicted to it without knowing it.

"It's amazing, this is also a martial skill, I don't know, what is so mysterious about this song."

Ling Yuchen secretly said in his heart, he didn't open his eyes, but concentrated his mind and kept the Lingtai clear. Immediately, he deliberately let himself indulge in the artistic conception of this piano music, he wanted to see how powerful this piano music is.

Under the condition that Ling Yuchen did it deliberately, he soon fell into the artistic conception of this piano music.It's just that his spiritual altar is clear, and he can wake up at any time.

On the vast expanse of land, he stood alone, and as far as he could see, it was extremely empty.

Suddenly, the sound of rumbling horseshoes came from afar, and there was a chilling air in the world.

Soon, in front of him, nearly a thousand people were galloping towards him on tall horses. Everyone was holding a long knife with a cold light in their hands, their eyes were red, and their faces were full of killing intent, staring at him. .

Knowing that he couldn't avoid it, he stretched out his hand calmly, condensed a long sword of vitality, and went towards the thousand people.

As the distance got closer, he began to swing his sword, and streams of sword energy shot out from the long sword.

Warm blood splashed on his face and body from time to time.

Screams and hisses came to his ears one after another.

However, he was indifferent, and still took steps forward. At the same time, he swung his long sword to kill the people who rushed in front of him.

He knew that if he didn't swing the sword, he would be the one who died.

Broken corpses fell in front of him, and even some broken arms and limbs hit him.

Soon, his body was covered with blood, and the blood flowed like a river in front of him, with corpses piled up on both sides.

The lives that were alive just now have all turned into corpses at this moment, and the heads of almost every corpse are facing him, and their already lifeless eyes are wide open, as if they are staring at him.

The bloody breath lingered in his nostrils, and bloody images kept appearing in front of his eyes.

"What a powerful illusion."

Ling Yuchen took a deep breath, and felt a chill in his heart. All of this was like a real experience, very immersive.

If it wasn't for the sudden movement of the yang-type soul fetus at a critical moment, he would really have sunk into this illusion.

"This yang-type vitality and soul embryo still have such an effect." Ling Yuchen was secretly surprised.

Although he couldn't perceive the martial arts cultivation of this middle-aged scribe, judging from the hands of the middle-aged scribe, his cultivation was absolutely terrifying, probably no less than Guqiancheng.

"If it's a real test, it's pretty strong,"

Ling Yuchen thought secretly, a strange smile hung on the corner of his mouth.However, his eyes are still closed, as if he is addicted to the sound of the piano.

Seeing that Ling Yuchen still hadn't opened his eyes, the middle-aged scholar shook his head slightly and stopped playing the piano.

"Dean, it seems that the person you brought this time failed the test." The middle-aged scribe said calmly.

Seeing Ling Yuchen sitting there still motionless, Gu Qiancheng frowned slightly and said, "In that case, I'm sorry to bother you, and I'll take him away now."

As he said that, he walked towards Ling Yuchen with strides.

Sensing Gu Qiancheng approaching, Ling Yuchen's mind was united, he suddenly opened his eyes, and said with a faint smile: "Dean, you don't have much confidence in me, do you?"

(End of this chapter)