Chapter 309 Pass the Test, Your Background Is Too Fake

Mo Fan and Qin Yue lived in the same community, not far from the school.

The two walked together and reached the community in only ten minutes.

"Mo Fan, go back first, I'll come to you to do homework with you after dinner!"

Xu Jing waved her hand, said goodbye to Mo Fan, and walked towards another building.

Mo Fan nodded, turned and walked towards the elevator.

In this life on Earth, his parents were unexpectedly born when he was just in junior high school.

Later his grandmother became his guardian.

It's a pity that grandma is too busy and doesn't have time to take care of Mo Fan. She just pays him living expenses on time and occasionally visits him once or twice a month.

So since then, Mo Fan has lived alone most of the time.

Thinking about something in my heart, the elevator stopped without knowing it.

Walking to the door, Mo Fan took out a spare key from under the flowerpot.

Pushing the door open, Mo Fan slumped on the sofa, thinking about how to break the situation.

If you have been trapped in the illusion space, you don't know what will happen.

Before falling into the illusion, Mo Fan vaguely heard the electronic notification sound.

Roughly speaking, if he can pass this trial, he will be able to gain control over the supreme field.

And if you can't pass the trial, you will be punished.

However, Mo Fan fell into a hallucination before he could hear the content of the punishment.

Shaking his head, Mo Fan stopped thinking about it, and immediately sat down cross-legged, ready to practice the Golden Body Art to try the effect.

Even in the illusion space, his cultivation still remains.

It's a pity that he seems to be restricted by some kind of rules, and he can only display his extraordinary level of cultivation at best.

Since you won't be able to find a breakthrough for a while, it's better to practice and try to see if you can break through the current limit of cultivation.

After all, the golden body formula is mysterious, so it might have some effect.

If the cultivation base is restored to the broken void, will this illusion space be able to break through without attacking?

It's a pity that his identification ability seems to be affected, and it has no effect in the dream space, otherwise he might be able to find some useful information.

Mo Fan guessed that this space is very special, and it may be in a place that cannot connect to the origin of the avenue.

He remembered that the old beggar mentioned it before he left.

When I used the identification technique to identify the old beggar, what the old beggar felt was a kind of mysterious fluctuation from the source of the Dao.

It is this mysterious fluctuation that allows Mo Fan to view some information that others cannot see.

Of course, Mo Fan's cultivation was too poor at that time, and the old beggar hid his identification technique.

Shaking his head, Mo Fan's expression froze, ready to practice.

However, before he could start, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded.

"Xiaofan, you're back? Mom is still cooking. Let's watch TV first. When your dad gets off work, the meal will be ready. Today I will make your favorite pickled fish—"

As the voice rang, a middle-aged woman wearing an apron who looked somewhat similar to Mo Fan came out of the kitchen.

"Mom..." Seeing this figure, Mo Fan was taken aback, his body trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes began to sore.

This is his mother in the previous life.

But soon, he controlled his emotions.

He warned himself that this is just a fantasy space, and everything in front of him is false.

"Hey, why are you sitting on the ground, kid? It's winter, so you don't have to worry about catching cold, so get up quickly."

Wang Yueying gave Mo Fan a displeased look, took out two eggs from the refrigerator, turned and returned to the kitchen.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Fan simply stopped practicing, got up and sat back on the sofa, turned on the TV and started watching casually.

About forty minutes later.

A middle-aged man with a square face, a resolute face, and an extraordinary temperament pushed the door and walked in.

Seeing this person, Mo Fan was in a trance, and the deep memories could not stop emerging.

This man is his father Mo Junhao.

"Are you back?" Mo Junhao glanced at Mo Fan and sat down beside him.

"Well, I'm back." Mo Fan nodded.

Hearing this, Mo Junhao looked at Mo Fan in surprise.

Immediately, he shook his head without thinking much.

After getting up to make a cup of tea, Mo Junhao looked at Mo Fan and said calmly, "Turn the channel to National TV One, and let me watch the news."

"Okay." Mo Fan nodded, and skillfully pressed the number 1 on the keyboard.

The screen jumps, and the familiar broadcast screen appears in front of Mo Fan.

Mo Junhao stopped talking to Mo Fan and watched TV seriously.

Ten minutes later, Wang Yueying came out with a pot of carrot ribs soup: "Father, the dishes are ready, you go to the kitchen and bring them out."

Hearing this, Mo Junhao put down the teacup in his hand, got up and walked towards the kitchen.

Seeing this, Mo Fan also got up and wanted to go up to help.

Wang Yueying called to stop him: "The kitchen is narrow, let your dad go alone."

Mo Fan had no choice but to give up.

Soon, the food was ready and the family started.

While eating, the family chatted without saying a word.

"Xiao Fan, is Yue'er coming to help you with your homework later?" Wang Yueying looked at her son.

"It should be." Mo Fan nodded.

Hearing this, Wang Yueying smiled so much that her eyes narrowed: "It seems that the baby kiss I made for you when you were young is right. When you graduate from university, you will almost be able to get married."

Hearing this, Mo Junhao frowned and looked at Wang Yueying: "The child is still young, what are you talking about?"

"Hmph." Wang Yueying stared over, and said angrily, "Xiaofan turned 18 last month and is an adult, why can't he say these things? When we were his age, we--"

Before Wang Yueying finished speaking, she was interrupted by Mo Junhao with a black face: "Why are you saying this in front of children?"

"Hmph." Wang Yueying gave him a blank look, and didn't want to talk to him anymore.

She took a sip of soup, looked at Mo Fan and continued:

"Xiao Fan, don't listen to my father. To find a daughter-in-law, you have to start as soon as possible, otherwise you will regret it when Yue'er falls in love with someone else."

Mo Fan nodded: "Okay."

Mo Junhao: "??!"

Seeing this, Wang Yueying couldn't help laughing: "Haha, our son really has my true biography!"

Mo Junhao: "..."

Wang Yueying continued: "In my opinion, after the college entrance examination, we can hold an engagement wedding for them, and settle the matter first. Such a good daughter-in-law can't be let go, just like me back then—"

Mo Junhao's face twitched, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

"It should be Yue'er, Xiaofan, go and open the door." Wang Yueying ordered.

"Okay." Mo Fan put down the bowl and chopsticks, got up and opened the door.

Soon, Qin Yue with Xu Jing's face came into Mo Fan's eyes.

She seemed to have taken a bath, exuding a faint fragrance of shower gel. She was wearing an off-white sweater with loose hair, which set off her delicate face.

"Hey, I'm here." Qin Yue shook the bag full of test papers in his hand.

"Come in." Mo Fan nodded and led Qin Yue into the door.

"Hello, uncle and aunt." Qin Yue greeted politely.

"Yue'er, have you had dinner yet? I'll ask Xiaofan to add a pair of bowls and chopsticks for you?" Wang Yueying said with a smile on her face.

"Auntie, I've already eaten it. You eat it, don't worry about me." As if thinking of something, Qin Yue looked at Wang Yueying curiously, "By the way, Auntie, what were you talking about just now? You seem to be very happy."

Wang Yueying looked at Mo Fan: "Xiao Fan, tell Yue'er."

Mo Fan nodded, turned to look at Qin Yue and said, "It seems to be talking about our marriage?"

Mo Junhao: "??!"

Hearing this, Qin Yue blushed to the back of his ears.

"Eat slowly, I'll go to Mo Fan's room to have a look!"

After leaving a word, Qin Yue rushed into Mo Fan's room as if fleeing.

Wang Yueying: "..."

This kid is wilder than my old lady back then!

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In the following days, Mo Fan went to and from school as usual, stayed with Qin Yue every day, and began to get busy with the college entrance examination.

At the beginning, he would still practice the Golden Body Art every day, but when he found that no matter how hard he practiced, there was no effect at all, Mo Fan gave up.

Gradually, he seemed to have forgotten about Lan Xing, forgot that he was a warrior, and forgot that Mo Fan, who was unparalleled in talent and capable of overturning mountains and seas.

Five months passed in a blink of an eye, and the weather started to get hotter.

The college entrance examination is still half a month away, and the whole city seems to be tense.

In such an atmosphere, Mo Fan also worked harder to read the book and brush up the questions, discussing the questions with Qin Yue.

With Qin Yue's help, he made rapid progress and completed the counterattack in half a year, rushing from the bottom of the class all the way to the front of the class.

In the latest mock test, her score was only one point lower than Qin Yue's, ranking second in her grade.

He seems to have forgotten that this is a fantasy space, and that this is a trial.

In a blink of an eye, June came and the college entrance examination came as scheduled.

After spending two days in tension and anxiety, Mo Fan was released.

…………

The second day after the college entrance examination.

"Dad, Mom, I want to go out for a while, and it may take a few days to come back." Mo Fan said.

"Where are you going, Xiaofan? Graduation trip?" Wang Yueying asked.

"Just walk around and see." Mo Fan said.

He wanted to verify something.

"It's okay, you are grown up now, and mom believes that you can take care of yourself.

"By the way, remember to take Yue'er with you," Wang Yueying reminded.

Mo Fan didn't answer.

The next day, Mo Fan quietly went out, walked to a place where no one was around, and flew into the sky, heading straight into the sky.

In the next month, he traveled all over the world, as if chasing something.

Nanyue Hengshan.

It was daylight.

Mo Fan sat cross-legged on a large brown rock, facing the rising sun and practicing the Golden Body Art.

A quarter of an hour passed quickly, and Mo Fan slowly got up, ready to leave.

At this time, an old man with a red armband came over nervously:

"Hey, kid, what are you doing standing so high?

"Come down, it's dangerous! What if you fall?"

"Grandpa, I'm practicing magic skills against the rising sun." Mo Fan said with a smile.

"Nonsense! Do you still practice magical skills when you are all 2102? Please believe in science! Come down quickly!" The uncle was so angry that he wanted to laugh.

Mo Fan shook his head, looked up at the rising sun, jumped up, gathered the light of the sword, and flew away with the sword.

uncle:"???"

Seeing this scene, the old man was dumbfounded. He quickly rubbed his eyes and looked in the direction where Mo Fan left.

"Yaoshou!" I saw that figure stepping on the sword light, getting smaller and smaller, as if it was heading towards the scorching sun in the sky, and slowly disappeared into the sky.

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A month later, Mo Fan returned to Jiangcheng and began to live the life of an ordinary person.

This month, he traveled all over the land of Shenzhou, and also traveled all over Fanbang.

He is convinced that although there is aura in this world, there are no other extraordinary people except him.

And his cultivation seems to be fixed, no matter how he cultivates, no matter how rich the aura is, it will not have any effect.

After that, Mo Fan lived a normal life.

go to college.

graduate.

marry.

Into middle age.

Watching my children grow up little by little, and at the same time watching my parents getting old little by little.

I don't know when it will start.

Mo Fan forgot that he is a warrior.

Forgot to cut the shell tactic.

Forgot the golden body formula.

Forgot the indestructible power.

Forget about Pojun Fist.

He even forgot that he was accepting the inheritance test.

He seems to have become a real mortal.

…………

Thirty years later, in March, Wang Yueying passed away with a smile.

She was 69 years old this year.

For this life, she is very satisfied.

I grow old with the person I like, watching my son get married and start a business, and my grandson grows up and becomes independent.

Happiness, no regrets in this life.

In the second year, Mo Junhao also passed away with a smile.

On the day of his death, he smiled brightly and kept calling the word "Yueying".

His parents passed away one after another, Mo Fan couldn't do anything but drink non-stop.

Thirty years passed in the blink of an eye.

Mo Fan himself also became gray-haired.

The same is true for Qin Yue.

In the winter of the second year, Qin Yue held Mo Fan's hand and passed away with a smile: "Old man, I hope to be your wife in the next life—"

"Okay." Mo Fan nodded.

On the day of Qin Yue's burial, Mo Fan, who had never cried before, shed hot tears and got drunk in front of the grave for three days and three nights, until his son found him and brought him home.

Since then, Mo Fan has become taciturn, like dementia.

This state lasted for five years.

Five years later, Mo Fan suddenly came back to life, woke up, and found that he began to grow backwards, his white hair slowly turned black, and the ravine-like wrinkles on his face were slowly smoothed out.

He moved to the depths of the mountains, far away from human habitation, kept company with wild animals, raised flowers and farms, and was self-sufficient.

In the blink of an eye, another ten years have passed.

Mo Fan is over ninety years old.

This year, his son had a stroke and was lying on the hospital bed dying.

Mo Fan came out of the mountain, and the figure appeared in the hospital, ready to send him for the last journey.

"Father, you seem to have become younger—" As he was dying, his son Mo Yun stared blankly at his father who suddenly appeared.

Still that familiar face.

It's just that the father in this state seems to be in his prime.

Mo Fan shook his head, a milky white light burst out from his body.

In the blink of an eye, he was hunched, his black hair was instantly white, and his face was instantly covered with wrinkles.

"You read it wrong." Mo Fan said.

"Did I read it wrong..." Son Mo Yun muttered to himself, and finally closed his eyes slowly, and passed away forever.

"Everyone gets old." Mo Fan shook his head, turned and left the hospital.

With the sound of cocks and firecrackers, a new grave was erected.

When Mo Fan returned to the deep mountain, his figure seemed a little lonely.

He no longer grows backwards, and is getting older and slower, and his movements are getting slower and slower.

Winter has passed and spring has come, and it is the season of peach blossoms falling again.

Mo Fan started on foot, all the way west.

In deep winter, Mo Fan came to the foot of Kunlun Mountain and began to climb the main peak.

100 meters.

Mo Fan's white hair began to turn black.

km.

The wrinkles on Mo Fan's face were smoothed out again.

three kilometers.

Mo Fan was full of energy, unprecedentedly vigorous.

"It's time to end all of this."

He continued to climb the mountain, the power of Dao in his body surged, and the light of the primordial spirit overflowed, like a burning sun, covering the entire Kunlun Mountains in an instant.

Shocking magic circles emerged one after another.

One after another, peerless fields appeared out of thin air.

Kunlun Mountain has gradually changed, revealing the depths, becoming mysterious, absorbing the aura of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and the moon.

Boo——

There was a muffled sound, like the sound of flowers blooming.

Strands of golden light burst out from the depths of Kunlun Mountain, and invisible and intangible mysterious energy quickly spread in all directions.

"This is, vitality—" Mo Fan stood on the top of the mountain, his eyes were slightly closed, and he felt the vitality that was born between heaven and earth.

It seems that after a second, and it seems that ten thousand years have passed, the mountains under Mo Fan's feet began to collapse, the sky was torn apart, and the whole world was like a broken mirror.

Mo Fan slowly opened his eyes.

At this moment, he is already in the mysterious altar.

At the same time, a mechanical voice sounded in his ears:

"Congratulations to tester No. 0021 who passed the assessment and can accept the inheritance at any time."

Then, a less mechanical, slightly emotional voice sounded:

"Can you tell me, how did you discover the clue and find a way out?"

Mo Fan nodded and said, "The background is too fake."

"Huh?" The voice was stunned.