Shenwu Evil Emperor

Chapter 584 Black and White World
In the silent Zhen Pavilion, a gust of wind came out of nowhere, and lifted the clothes of the three of them a little.

As the breeze blew, a smile appeared on the face of the middle-aged scribe.

"What's your name?" The middle-aged scribe looked at Ling Yuchen and asked.

"Ling Yuchen."

"You have passed my test, you can stay in this precious pavilion for four hours." The middle-aged scribe said with a smile.

"Thank you senior for giving me the opportunity." Ling Yuchen replied with a smile.

The middle-aged scribe flicked his robe sleeves to the right side of the pavilion, and sent out a soft energy. In an instant, the scenery in front of Ling Yuchen completely changed.

"Follow this bluestone road until the end, and then take a closer look. What you can gain is up to you." The middle-aged scribe pointed his hand, said something calmly, and then turned his eyes , looking towards Guqiancheng.

"You don't need to look at me like this, long time no see, how could I not bring your favorite wine." Gu Qiancheng laughed.With a touch of his right hand on the storage ring, four wine jars appeared in front of him.

"It's almost there."

Seeing the wine jar, the middle-aged scholar's eyes lit up, he stretched out his hand to grab it, sucked a wine jar into his hand, and slapped the Kaifeng mud with his palm, a strong aroma of wine wafted out immediately.

Ling Yuchen sniffed lightly, and concluded that the wine jar was filled with rare and good wine, but he didn't know what it was.

"This is a thousand-year-old sweet-scented osmanthus wine. Do you want to drink some before going in?" The middle-aged scribe held the wine jar and asked Ling Yuchen with a smile.

Ling Yuchen smiled and said: "The junior will not disturb the two of you."

After finishing speaking, he took a step forward and walked forward along the bluestone road.

Passing through a peach blossom forest and bypassing an artificially piled rockery in the garden, the bluestone road will come to an end.

At this time, the scene in front of Ling Yuchen also changed, and everything seemed to be completely black and white.

All the flowers, plants and trees planted in front of them turned into pure black and white.

I am used to seeing the golden carvings and jade-built buildings and pavilions just now, but at first glance at the black and white flowers and trees, Ling Yuchen is not used to it.

This kind of strong visual contrast is difficult for anyone to accept for a while.

Ling Yuchen closed his eyes, took a few deep breaths, and calmed down, then opened his eyes and looked forward again.

After staring at it for a moment, he took a step forward and continued to walk forward.

Beside the pavilion, the middle-aged scribe held the wine jar in both hands, opened his mouth, sucked a stream of wine into his mouth, swallowed it with a thud, closed his eyes slightly, and looked like he was enjoying it.After a while, he opened his eyes and said, "The little guy went in."

Gu Qiancheng also took a sip from the wine jar, and said lightly: "You just gave him three extra hours just to verify whether he has practiced Yang-type exercises?"

"Do you think it's not worth it?" The middle-aged scribe asked back.

"It's worth it, it's not worth it." Gu Qiancheng said something inexplicable.

"Oh? Tell me." The middle-aged scribe frowned, feeling a little interested in Gu Qiancheng's words.

"Although there are seven elements of vitality in this world, there are very few people who can successfully practice Yang-type exercises. It is worthwhile to get such a discovery at the price of staying in the Zhen Pavilion for three hours."

Gu Qiancheng finished speaking calmly, took a sip of wine, and continued with a weird smile on his face, "However, if you gave him three extra hours, I'm afraid the loss will be huge, so I say it's not worth it."

"Ah."

The middle-aged scribe chuckled and said, "You mean, he will get a lot of things in Zhen Pavilion?"

"Well, I said this to let you have a mental preparation, so that you won't feel bad when the time comes." Gu Qiancheng said with a light smile.

The middle-aged scribe smiled, and said, "Should I say that you underestimate my strength, or should I say that you overestimate his ability? Even if he passed my test, he will be transformed overnight. Just because he has cultivated to the third level of the Taoyang system does not mean that he can achieve far more than others? Those who have entered the Zhen Pavilion these years are not amazingly gifted geniuses. How many of them have passed my test? How many people have achieved a satisfactory harvest?"

Gu Qiancheng smiled and didn't argue, just said: "Since you don't believe it, let's wait and see."

"You and I have our own opinions, why not make a bet?" The middle-aged scribe suddenly said.

"What are you betting on?" Gu Qiancheng asked indifferently.

The middle-aged scholar put down the wine jar, looked at Guqiancheng seriously, and said word by word: "I won, so I want a jar of wine, how about it?"

Hearing this, Gu Qiancheng also put down the wine jar in his hand, and the smile on his face disappeared.

From the ears of others, the middle-aged scribe didn't have many requests, but he didn't open his mouth for a long time, because he knew that the jar of wine mentioned by the middle-aged scribe didn't mean an ordinary jar of wine.

Seeing Gu Qiancheng was silent, as if he was thinking, the middle-aged scribe didn't speak, just sat there, looking at Gu Qiancheng quietly.

After a while, Gu Qiancheng raised his eyes, looked at the middle-aged scribe, and said in a deep voice: "If I win, you will never mention this matter again for the rest of your life."

The face of the middle-aged scribe changed slightly, he hesitated for a moment, then his expression returned to normal, he smiled and said, "It's a deal."

Ling Yuchen naturally didn't hear the confusing conversation between the two of them.

At this point, he has entered a world of black and white.There is no movement here, not even a breeze.

Stopping, Ling Yuchen looked down at himself, his body had also turned into black and white.

The blue clothes on the body, the fine hair on the skin and other parts that were darker in color all turned black, while the parts that were originally bright in color turned white.

"The black and white here is not the real color."

Ling Yuchen blinked his eyes, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.

Being here, he felt a strange aura. He had never felt this kind of aura before. He guessed in his heart that this strange aura was one of the reasons why everything around him became black and white.

"The middle-aged scribe asked me to take a closer look. What did he want me to see? What is hidden here?" Ling Yuchen frowned and scanned the surroundings, feeling as if he was in an ink and landscape painting, unable to see it at all. What kind of mystery is hidden in it.

While watching, he took steps and walked forward slowly.

With every step, a puff of black and white smoke would rise from the ground. It looked like walking in a picture scroll, which was extremely unreal.

Suddenly, a look of shock appeared on his black and white face.

"Could it be that this is really an ink landscape painting?"

After all, it was the first time he entered the Zhen Pavilion, and he didn't know much about the Zhen Pavilion before. At this time, he also realized that the conditions that the middle-aged scribes asked him to listen to the music were very important to him. How important it is to him.

At this moment, he had been in this black and white world for a quarter of an hour, but he couldn't see anything.

If there is only one hour, then at this moment, he must be a little anxious, and it may be even more difficult to gain anything.But now, he can stay here for four full hours, and then he can calm down and comprehend the mysteries here without haste.

He kept scanning his surroundings, and recorded everything he saw. Every path, every flower, grass and tree was clearly displayed in his mind.

After turning the corner of a small forest, he suddenly opened his eyes involuntarily.

In front of him, countless rivers and mountains appeared, black and white, with distinct layers, and looked incomparably magnificent.

How could this Zhen Pavilion be so big?
This was the first thought that came to his mind after seeing the scene in front of him.

He couldn't believe it, after all, he was sure that this Zhen Pavilion was in Xiwu Mountain.And Xiwu Mountain is definitely not so vast.

Is this black and white world the secret of Zhenge?

Thinking in this way, he subconsciously looked at the mountains and rivers, trying to see clearly.

However, as soon as his gaze was fixed on the mountain, his breathing became disordered in an instant.

The rolling hills suddenly pressed towards him. In an instant, he felt dizzy, and at the same time, he couldn't help closing his eyes in shock. Immediately, the strong sense of oppression disappeared.

After calming down, Ling Yuchen wanted to recall the scene just now, but was a little surprised to find that he had no impression of what the other party had seen, only that it was a rolling hill.

"How could this be?" Ling Yuchen was shocked.

After all, it was his first time visiting this treasure house, and it was normal for him not to be able to see the mysteries of this black and white world in such a short period of time.

However, he had clearly seen the mountains and rivers just now, but he couldn't remember the things in them at all. How did this make him comprehend?
He couldn't help but took a deep breath, calmed down again, pondered for a while, and then opened his eyes again, looking forward.

Although he encountered the accident just now, he firmly believed in his heart that he would be able to comprehend the mystery of this black and white world.

Thinking of this, a firm look appeared in his eyes.

As he looked intently at the distant mountains again, the rolling black mountains pressed towards him again.

"Everything I see in my eyes is false!"

This time, Ling Yuchen didn't close his eyes, letting the mountains press him down.

These black mountains whizzed towards his eyes, flew past him, and collapsed behind him.

"Sure enough,"

Ling Yuchen's eyes flashed, he didn't think much, and continued to look forward intently.

This time, his eyes fell on the river.

In an instant, these rivers also surged, setting off countless turbulent waves, roaring towards him.

With the previous experience, Ling Yuchen just kept his mind on it, ignored it, and let the river rush.

In a blink of an eye, the river also flowed past him and dissipated.

(End of this chapter)