The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path

"Fellow Daoist doesn't seem to like talking," the system said.

Lin Shu: "...um."

"Cultivating the Tao requires peace of mind, and it's good not to talk." The system still smiled.

Lin Shu quietly listened to the system praise him.

Except for his master, he hadn't been praised by anyone else, and it felt a little strange for a while.

The system closed its eyes as if in meditation, after a few breaths passed, opened them again, sighed and said: "The second test was supposed to be held, to allow fellow Taoists to discuss the Tao with others, but in this mausoleum test The one who is suitable for discussing the Dao with fellow Daoists is a stickler, and loves to entangle, I am afraid that fellow Daoists will not be able to speak against him no matter what."

After all, without waiting for Lin Shu to speak, he continued: "He only cares about arguing, and you don't like to talk, it's very boring to think about it. I'll make the decision for now, so I won't try this fellow Daoist."

Lin Shu couldn't ask for it, and said, "Thank you."

He is well aware of his difficulty in speaking, and it is not enough to talk to normal people, let alone talk to a bully.

It is also very interesting that this system can directly avoid a trial.

The system stood quietly on the top of the mountain, with a wide robe with big sleeves and fluttering skirts, it was very fairy-like, and said: "The third test is morning. It is the morning weather, fellow Taoists, please start."

Lin inadvertently saw that there was a three-foot long sword in black on his waist.

He is very familiar with the shape and pattern of this sword - it is the one he used before.

He looked at himself, and saw that he was wearing a very simple white robe, which was also the dress of the old master's school.

It turns out that this "Shangling Dreamland" can reflect what people think in their hearts. When cultivating immortals, what kind of clothes they wear and what kind of sword they use will all appear in the illusion one by one.

With a thought in his mind, the sword disappeared again, and he recited it silently in his heart, and after a while, it really reappeared.

The system laughed: "Fellow Daoist really loves to play."

Lin Shu stopped playing and drew his sword out of its sheath.

The black scabbard, the long sword in the sheath is also cold and dull, and the texture is quite heavy. If it is a fool, it must be difficult to pick it up, but after all, he is in an illusion, so it is much easier.

Since coming to this world, Lin Shu hasn't touched a sword for two months, but the feeling of the sword in his hand is still very familiar.

The system said: "Fellow Daoist, please use your sword."

Lin Shu raised the tip of the sword obliquely as a starting gesture.He had planned it two months ago. In the third trial, he practiced a set of basic swordsmanship called "Cang Hai Liu". This set of swordsmanship does not contain many weird and tricky moves, and is very calm and peaceful.

Lin Shu didn't want to recall what happened next.

After rehearsing a set of "Cang Hai Liu" in the morning light, he clapped his hands and praised: "The sun is rising and the sea is rushing. It's really a good weather."

He finished rehearsing a set of "Cang Hai Liu" at dusk, and he praised systematically: "The sun is about to fall, all the rivers return to the sea, and the Tao is in a friendly state of mind."

After he finished a set of "Chang Hai Liu" in the heavy rain, the system continued to praise: "The wind is violent and the rain is violent, but the sea does not rise or fall. Dao is kind-hearted."

......

God knows, he practiced the same set of swordsmanship, without any change in his moves.

When the twelve realms of morning, evening, day, night; spring, summer, autumn, winter; cloudy, sunny, rain, and snow have been rehearsed in sequence, the system sighs: "Friend Daoist, your swordsmanship in these twelve realms , I can't see the difference."

——It can be seen that there is a ghost.

Lin Shu replied honestly, "There is no difference."

If you have to tell the truth, he lacks a bit of aesthetics. He has been withdrawn for a long time, and he is very insensitive to the outside world. He doesn't feel much about the weather.

Since he doesn't even have the feeling, let alone integrate the perception of foreign objects into the swordsmanship, he can't do it even if he wants to break his head.

That's why he chose "Cang Hai Liu", such a neutral and peaceful panacea swordsmanship, and rehearsed it twelve times, trying to get away with it.

If you didn't get away with it, you had no choice but to go home and recite the alchemy formula, and apply for the alchemy academy next year to make alchemy.

He was a little uneasy, but he didn't expect that after the system sighed, he would say thoughtfully, "Gods are always the same, you're not - yes, according to your way, you don't care about these foreign things in the first place."

I am not, I am not.

Lin Shu was expressionless, acting like "you are right".

The system said: "Since that's the case, you should hurry up! It's hot outside, be careful about heatstroke."

Lin Shu thought for a while and asked, "Can I enter the academy?"

The system said: "Fellow Daoist, your basic skills are very good. You must be a disciple of a famous school who cultivated immortals since childhood. Dao Xin is rare. You are a rare genius. Why worry about it."

Lin Shu felt a little embarrassed looking at the sincere eyes of the system.

The system said that he was a rare genius, but only he knew it, and he didn't even know if he could become an immortal. Only by going to the academy could he grasp the slight hope of changing his aptitude.

He asked: "Is there a certain number of people in the Academy every year?"

The system said: "Not necessarily, but anyone who has talent and can keep up with the courses of the academy, no matter how much, the academy always needs."

Lin Shulue breathed a sigh of relief. In this way, he will not occupy other people's places, and save possible troubles in the future.

The system said: "The exit of the dream is not here, you follow me."

Lin Shu obediently followed down the mountain, leaving the landing interface on the top of the mountain. There was a ferry at the foot of the mountain.

"You can go there after fellow daoist enters the academy." The system propped up a bamboo raft at some point, and said softly, "Come up."

It's strange to say that it's morning on the top of the mountain, but it's night at the bottom of the mountain. The night is gloomy and misty, and the river is filled with fog. The ease and comfort were all gone, and I felt the sweltering hot air outside.

He opened his eyes, and it was almost noon at this time. This frail body had been in this place for a long time, dizzy, feeling unspeakably uncomfortable, and wanted to go to a cool place beside him—the hateful thing was that his wrist was caught by Li again. The duck feathers were tied up, and several knots were tied, which could not be untied no matter what.

When Li Yamao woke up from the illusion, he saw that Lin Shu beside him was already breathing in more and breathing less.

Li Yamao shouted: "My little ancestor!"

The little ancestor was panting slightly, and he was not sober.

Li Yamao dragged the man to the shade, but there was nothing he could do for a while. Fortunately, Li Jimao woke up quickly. They dragged the man to the outside of the arena and poured a big bowl of mung bean soup. Only then did Lin Shu slowly recover.

Lin Shu: "..."

This physique is really hateful, and he almost died before leaving the teacher.

Seeing that he was back to normal, the two brothers breathed a sigh of relief, led the donkey out, and prepared to go home.

Li Yamao said: "Brother Chicken, how did you do in the exam?"

Li Jimao shook his head: "The immortal who tested me advised me to be honest and work at home in the future, so don't bother me this trip."

Li Yamao said "Hey" with an excited expression, and patted the donkey's head vigorously: "Guess what happened to me?"