I play games in Xianxia world

Chapter 161 beat yourself up

On the second day, Shen Ming stretched his waist and prepared to meet the last checkpoint of the day.

Level No. 30, after experiencing the restaurant battle yesterday, to be honest, Shen Ming did not have much confidence in the No. 30 level of the restaurant, so this time, he went straight to the teahouse and drove straight into it.

This time, Shen Ming entered the teahouse without anyone following him.

Because of the No. 30 level, they are not qualified to enter and can only wait outside. Shen Ming is also a little guilty. What is in the No. 30 level.

When Shen Ming pushed open the door.

Feel a cold air.

The layout of the teahouse is like a mourning hall.

Before Shen Ming was covered with gleaming white, there was a piece of white paper in front of Shen Ming.

The title is on the wall.

A final word reveals endless mourning.

end.

Is the end, or death.

Shen Ming took a deep breath, sadness lingered in his heart, this irresistible force of mourning ate his heart.

"Finally."

At the end, Shen Ming lowered his head, he thought of a poem that few people might know, and he felt a little embarrassed.

Even if it is famous through the ages, it will only turn into a handful of yellow sand in the end.

Even if she has a peerless face, in the end she will just turn into bones of the dead.

In a person's whole life, sooner or later, he will close his eyes.

Shen Ming cried and laughed, shook his head and took a deep breath, no matter what the trip to Morrowind City was, it taught him a lot anyway.

It also strengthened his belief.

"The great roc is flying and vibrating the eight descendants, but the sky is crushing and the power is weak." Shen Ming wrote, there was no golden light that should have been dazzling on the paper, but it was pale and weak as always.

"The rest of the wind will stir the world, and the Fusang will hang on the left sleeve."

"Later generations have passed on this, who is crying when Zhongni is dead?"

Shen Ming put the pen aside.

Then slowly turned around, this time there was no natural vision, only a sigh.

The sighs came from all directions.

It reverberated for a long time, and finally, it gradually dissipated. Yesterday, Shen Ming heard Xu Fengshan say that the last person to pass the No. 30 level of this teahouse is a literary giant who is over seventy years old and dying.

Perhaps, it is because of this final word.

It made him sigh so much that he didn't say a word in the end.

The ghost hides in the house and cannot be scattered.

This pass is called the end, but it is actually the degree.

Shen Ming rescued the soul of this literary giant, this test is just over.

The moment Shen Ming pushed the teahouse away, everyone fell silent. Shen Ming passed this test.

From now on, all scholars in Chenfeng City will respect Shen Ming first.

Because of this last level, as long as you enter, you will not be able to get out before passing the level, and you may even die in it, but no one told Shen Ming about it, because they were afraid, so Shen Ming did not dare to enter it.

Shen Ming also had a question in his mind.

Where did those who passed the customs before go?

He had asked this question a long time ago, but everyone's answer was vague.

Most of them are saying that they left, left Morrowind City, and after reaching the end of Morrowind City, they never came back.

Shen Ming kept this doubt in his heart, turned around and walked into the restaurant.

Standing in front of the restaurant door, he took a deep breath.

What kind of opponent will he bring in the last level of this restaurant.

Shen Ming slowly pushed open the door of the restaurant, there was no one in the building.

There is only a jug of wine and two wine glasses.

Shen Ming sat there and poured himself a glass.

When he lifted the wine glass, the other wine glass was also lifted up, Shen Ming's movements froze there, and that one wine glass also froze there.

Exactly the same as Shen Ming's actions.

Gradually, a figure suddenly appeared in the empty place.

Shen Ming suddenly turned pale with shock.

This figure is himself.

Fight yourself?

beat yourself?

Shen Ming was about to vomit, how could he be willing to attack his handsome, unrestrained and unsurpassedly handsome face.

Even though he thought so, Shen Ming slapped him without any hesitation.

result.

The opponent also slapped him.

The two covered their faces at the same time, looking at each other in disbelief.

Shen Ming frowned, and he frowned too.

What's going on here?

Although I often see others say that the most difficult enemy to defeat is myself, but this is too true.

Not only do they look exactly the same, but even their movements.

Thoughts are all the same.

How to fight this?Shen Ming felt a big headache.

Shen Ming clenched his fists tightly, and suddenly lifted the table. As a result, another Shen Ming's movements were very synchronized with his, and a table was torn into two pieces.

Without any hesitation, Shen Ming used all means, and the other Shen Ming also kept pace with his fighting methods.

Shen Ming knows it, he knows it.

He is Shen Ming.

After fighting for half an hour, the two Shen Ming fell to the ground panting.

When Shen Ming struggled to get up, he also got up.

"Can you stop imitating me?"

"Can you stop imitating me?"

Shen Ming held his forehead, how to fight like this? If the fight continues like this, there is only the possibility of losing both sides.

"You admit defeat."

"You know me." Shen Ming tried his best, but he couldn't get rid of this fake Shen Ming anyway. Whatever he did, the other party would do. Is it possible to make him admit defeat?

"What will happen if I die." Shen Ming was silent.

If he died, would this Shen Ming replace him, and then go out grandly to replace his life.

Thinking of this, Shen Ming felt a shudder.

Today, he and this fake Shen Ming, only one can get out of here alive.

If he was the last person to die, wouldn't the fake Shen Ming replace him?

No, this will not work.

Thinking of this, Shen Ming held the phoenix long sword and attacked frantically, and the opponent also kept pace with his movements all the time.

Fight, fight physical strength.

Two hours later, it was noon.

Shen Ming was lying on the ground like a dead dog, unable to move, and neither was the other party.

Both of them were exhausted. Fortunately, Shen Ming didn't attack him, and he wouldn't attack Shen Ming either. However, this stalemate is not an option.

"Beyond yourself?" Shen Ming smiled disdainfully, forget about this tasteless chicken soup for the soul.

It's better to be realistic and think about how to opportunistically.

This is the last word.

So far, he knows what Shen Ming knows, and he doesn't know what Shen Ming can't. If Shen Ming is breaking through something, it will be tantamount to making it more difficult for him, and Shen Ming is very suspicious. This guy pretends to be the same as himself thought of.

Whatever he thinks, he thinks, this is the real horror.

Shen Ming shook his head, quickly dismissed all thoughts, sat there cross-legged, and sat there boringly for another hour.

Shen Ming looked around and opened one eye.

Finding that the other party quietly opened one eye to look at it, Shen Ming sighed.

It's hard to deal with, why not give him a strong person in the Thunder Realm, anyway, the four of them are happy, what's the matter with beating yourself, God, who will save me, I am too difficult!

(End of this chapter)