Chapter 368 Your Name

Jing Jiu and Zhuo Rusui had just fought in that valley, and they didn't have much friendship from the same clan, but they were still from the same clan after all, and they had to fight side by side to enter the Yunmeng Realm.

Headmaster Liu Zhenren agreed that Jing Jiu would fight on behalf of Shuiyuean, perhaps because of this idea, the two strongest young people in Qingshan joined forces, maybe they could really fight against Zhongzhou.

Zhuo Rusui failed to become the next person to pass the test. After everyone in the building found out that He Zhan's answer was also acceptable, their confidence suddenly increased and they all raised their hands.

Qing'er looked at someone and asked, "What is the combination of three and sixty?"

The man thought for a while and said, "It's a year."

It was obvious that he was very confident in his answer, and looked around with a little pride.

His answer was the same as He Zhan's earlier answer, but if he answered three hundred and sixty directly, he would be picking on someone else's tooth, so he turned a corner.

There are three hundred and sixty days in a year.

Everyone thought about it and found that this idea made sense.

Unexpectedly, Qing'er said directly: "Wrong, it should be sixty-three."

Wrong is wrong, it is still the answer!

There were absurd expressions on everyone's faces, and those four words came to mind again—is this okay?

The man was startled, and said in disbelief, "Why? You have to give me a reason."

Qing'er glanced at him and said: "Because you are too ugly, I don't like it, and I don't want you to go in, that's the reason."

The man was not willing to accept, waving his arms, shouting excitedly, protesting the injustice he suffered.

Bai Zao stood aside, ignoring it.

A look of evil flashed across Qing'er's immature eyebrows, and thousands of arms came out from behind, and they patted down vigorously.

A thunderous roar resounded through the valley.

The man disappeared directly from the building, and when he reappeared, he had reached the middle of Echo Valley, was shaken to the top of the cliff, and passed out directly.

Everyone's face was slightly pale, and their hearts were full of fear.

Qing'er shouted: "Next!"

At this time, people could already see that the questioning of Qingtianjian's Jianling had no rules at all, and there were no rules, it seemed to depend entirely on her mood.

Thinking of the tragic situation of the previous contestant, there was a dead silence in the small building, no one raised their hands for a long time, Zhuo Rusui's eyelids drooped again.

Tong Yan has memorized the habitual movements and clothing details of all the contestants, and walked out.

Everyone was a little curious or vigilant. The Qingtian Jian was the magic weapon of the Zhongzhou School, so would Miss Qing'er prefer to ask him some simple questions?

A chessboard appeared in front of Tong Yan, could it be to play chess? The crowd was slightly agitated, thinking that they were going to play chess with Tong Yan. Isn't this too obvious?

Six black chess pieces and six white chess pieces appeared on the chessboard, not scattered, but stacked together, trembling slightly with the breeze, as if they might collapse at any time.

Qing'er landed on the chessboard, her little face was eager to try, and said: "I can't beat you in chess, let's play marbles."

Tong Yan was startled, and then realized that she was the little girl who often came to play with her when she was a child.

At that time, he thought she was a ghost in Yunmeng Mountain, but he never dared to tell his master and wife, who would have thought that she was the spirit of Qingtianjian.

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With a white stone falling, Tong Yan won the game of marbles.

Everyone could see clearly that this round of marbles seemed simple, but it was actually very complicated.

Practitioners' grasp of strength and accuracy far exceeds that of ordinary people, and it is extremely difficult to bounce the stacked chess pieces one by one.

What's more, his opponent is Qingtianjian's Jianling.

Qing'er crouched on the chessboard and watched Tong Yan's last move intently, stood up dejectedly, and said, "Okay, you still win."

Tong Yansheng was very dangerous, even he felt a little nervous at the end, he glanced at the little girl, turned around and walked towards the back of the building.

Zhuo Rusui seized this opportunity, came to the chessboard, lowered his eyelids and said, "Shall we play marbles too?"

Qing'er was feeling a little disappointed at this moment, seeing that he was more dejected than herself, she couldn't help being a little curious, and asked, "Why are you so spiritless?"

Zhuo Rusui said, "I didn't sleep well last night."

Qing'er thought that this kind of thing can also be so nervous, it seems that there is no future, and said: "Okay, my problem is..."

Zhuo Rusui said weakly: "Didn't I already answer your question?"

It was quiet.

Qing'er was startled to understand what he meant, with a surprised expression on her small face, she said: "You mean I asked you why you are not energetic?"

Zhuo Rusui said of course, "Yes."

People couldn't help feeling emotional, wondering what happened to the Qingshan Sect these years?

Qing'er was very speechless, but found that what he said made sense, feeling frustrated in his heart, and said: "Forget it, let's go in."

Zhuo Rusui walked slowly towards the back of the building.

Qing'er flew away from the chessboard and came into the air, looking at this scene, she was in a bad mood, thinking that the next person must make things difficult for herself, so that she can vent her anger.

Jing Jiu walked over.

Looking at his face, Qing'er couldn't help being stunned, forgot to flap her wings, and floated down on the chessboard.

She woke up, her face was slightly red, and she asked softly, "You...what's your name?"

"Jing Jiu."

"sounds so good."

Jing Jiu passed the test in this way.

There was an uproar in the building.

Bai Zao smiled helplessly and walked forward.

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Behind the building is already deep in the cliff of Echo Valley, and there is a stone cave above it, which looks like a patio.

Jing Jiu didn't like this kind of place, but he didn't show it.

Skylight fell from the cave, illuminating the ground.

On the ground is a bronze formation with a radius of about fifty feet.

If you ignore the lines and cracks on it, it can be regarded as a big mirror.

The huge bronze mirror emitted an indescribable aura. This breath is countless times weaker than the lightest perfume, but it can be smelled accurately, or it can be sensed, it is extremely fresh, and it feels as if the body will be lighter after taking a sip, which is somewhat similar to the breath of Qing'er when he waved his sleeves.

It is amazing that such a light taste brings an extremely rich feeling, even the thickest milk and spirits are far behind.

I think this is Qingtianjian.

Jing Jiu looked around and saw twenty-six futons in the cave.

A polar line protrudes from the bottom of each futon, leading to Qingtian Jianli.

If you look closely, you can find that those thin lines are actually rivers, and there are various ships on the rivers.

There are sailors on those boats, there are merchants, there are ladies who lift the curtain to watch the scenery, and there are women who breastfeed with open breasts. They are lifelike, but they are lifeless, obviously not living things.

The people who came in in front were all meditating with their eyes closed, and so was Zhuo Rusui.

That very faint but very strong aura is most likely a trace of immortal energy leaked from Qingtian Jian, and practicing in the immortal energy is the dream of every ascetic.

Jing Jiu glanced at the Wuenmen disciple, randomly chose a futon to sit down on, stretched out his hand to draw some wind to his face, took a bite, and confirmed that it was real immortal energy.

Qingtianjian is a heavenly treasure, also known as the magic weapon of the immortal family, but it has never left this world, so logically it should not have this kind of aura.

Could it be that the Immortal Talisman of Longevity has always been in the Qingtian Jian, or in the Yunmeng Realm?

No wonder the senior brother couldn't find it no matter how hard he looked.

Thinking about these things, the feeling in Jing Jiu's heart became more and more clear, but it was still not very good.

Contestants came to the cave one after another.

Bai Zao, Jing Zongque Niang, Xi Shusheng from Yi Mao Zhai, and the Kunlun Scholar all passed the test.

They were shocked when they saw Qingtian Jian, and then sat down as fast as they could and began to meditate.

Of course Bai Zao would not be like this, it is obvious that Tong Yan has never been to Qingtianjian, but she is very familiar with it.

As the beloved daughter of Master Master and Master Bai, she has a special status in Yunmeng Mountain. It seems that she has a lot of experience in cultivating here or even in the illusion.

After all twenty-six futons were filled, Qing'er flew in and clapped her hands.

The afterimage of a thousand hands moves, and there is a wind blowing in the blue sky.

Everyone woke up from meditation and looked at each other with more determined and eager eyes than before. It was just a trace of immortal energy released by the Qingtian Jian, and after just meditating and practicing for a while, they obviously felt the difference. If they could get the immortal talisman, what kind of good fortune would it be?

No one will pass up such an opportunity.

"Later, Qingtian Jian will take you into the Yunmeng Realm. It will be dark at first, so don't be afraid."

Qing'er rises with the wind and flies out of the cave.

Everyone relaxed a little, and their eyes began to move.

Yunmeng Realm should not be a two-person battle like a ring, but a chaotic battle. Before entering, there are certain issues to consider-the Zhongzhou faction was eliminated by Qingtian Jianling, but there are still experts like Bai Zao and Tong Yan, and Bai Qianjun is even more formidable.

The Qingshan Sect is naturally the best alliance partner, many eyes fell on Jing Jiu, and then... moved away.

He is strong, but too lazy, and the most important thing is that the relationship between him and Bai Zao is too complicated.

Those eyes fell on Zhuo Rusui again.

Zhuo Rusui lowered his head and drooped his eyelids.

If you can't look at each other, you can't exchange ideas.

Those eyes had to look away again.

The eyes in the cave are wandering, but there is no sound but it is extremely lively.

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Qing'er flew higher and higher, breaking through the clouds and mist to reach a high place.

There is a stone platform beside the cliff, the fog is deep, and more than ten figures can be seen faintly.

Tan Zhenzhen, the head of Zhongzhou, Liu Zhenren, the head of Qingshan, Bu Qiuxiao, the head of Yimaozhai, the head of the Law Hall of Guocheng Temple, the head of Kunlun, and Dazeling are all here.

"There are more than a dozen disciples whose state is unstable and their Dao heart is not strong. They may have accidents after entering Qingtianjian. I have kept them here."

The transparent wings fluttered gently, bringing up mist like smoke, and Qing'er's face was like a dream, beautiful and bewitching.

"There is another person who should be a descendant of the Gorefiend Cult. He has been hiding in the sect since he was a child. I left a mark on him, and you can handle it yourself."

Tan Zhenren's somewhat dull voice came from the mist: "Thanks for your hard work."

Qing'er nodded slightly, turned around and disappeared into the clouds.

After a while.

She appeared on a certain peak.

There is no platform on the top of the peak, but there are railings on the edge of the cliff.

Master Bai stood by the railing, his whole body exuded a chill, like a snow mountain.

Qing'er flew behind her.

Master Bai didn't turn around, and asked, "What did you see?"

Qing'er said, "Jing Jiu is not his name."

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Jian is a mirror.

Qingtianjian is a mirror.

Facing the mirror can straighten your clothes and tell right from wrong.

No one can hide their true self in front of the mirror.

Qingtianjian is undoubtedly the most magical mirror in the world. It may not know who is the most beautiful, but it can know who is lying.

She is Qingtian Jianling, so she will be the first pass to ask questions today. The questions she asked may seem boring, but they actually have deep meaning.

Zhuo Rusui was very vigilant and tried to avoid it.

Jing Jiu didn't think of this, because Qing'er's demeanor and reaction made everyone feel that it was natural for her to ask that question.

And that question is too simple, what kind of secret can be leaked?

Jing Jiu was originally his name.

"Oddly enough, he didn't lie either, I don't understand how that's going to happen."

After Qing'er finished speaking, she didn't speak again.

Master Bai was silent for a long time.

Qing'er looked at her back, a little nervous.

For some reason, she felt that Jing Jiu's aura was somewhat familiar, and she naturally felt close, as if she had found her own kind.

She did not tell Master Bai about this discovery.

This was the first time since she was born that she lied to Bai Zhenren, or concealed something.

What she didn't know was that she hadn't really come into this world until this moment.

"Let's begin then."

Bai Zhenren said.

She reached into the sky and took off the returning dzi bead.

The whole Yunmeng Mountain noticed that the light painting disappeared without a trace, and people outside the valley were talking about it.

The sound of fairy music came from the depths of the cloud, vaguely present.

The twenty-six aspirants beside the Qingtian Mirror all heard the Miao Miao Xianle.

The sound of music is very far away, but it seems to be right next to my ears.

They slowly closed their eyes and entered the dark world.

Holding the Dzi Returning Bead in one hand, he placed it in the middle of the Qingtian Mirror.

The return dzi slowly sank.

Just like the sunset into the sea.

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In the sky above Yunmeng Mountain, the light curtain that disappeared not long ago reappeared.

The ascetics looked at the light curtain and couldn't help discussing.

Will the light curtain present the images in Yunmeng Realm?

Now there is nothing on the light curtain, just darkness.

Like a black cloth, covering the real sky.

Suddenly a spot of light appeared in the darkness.

The spot of light grew bigger and bigger, gradually turning into a circle, emitting infinite light and heat.

The sun broke through the invisible barrier and appeared in the sky, illuminating that side of the world.

The world just woke up.

There are grasslands, mountains, snow peaks, and seas in this world.

There are fertile fields, villages, and cities.

There are cattle and sheep in the village, and there are people in the city.

There are temples on the outskirts of the city, and eunuchs in the palace.

Everything is so familiar, no different from Chaotian Continent.

There was crying in a certain palace.

The empress died of dystocia, and His Majesty the Emperor was so sad that he was about to faint from crying.

The palace was extremely chaotic, and the newly born prince was ignored, and there were still some bloodstains on his body.

The next moment, the baby opened its eyes.

His eyes are like a sea, seemingly calm and clear, but extremely deep and wide, hiding countless storms and waves.

After a while, all the emotions in his eyes disappeared, leaving only calm and a little tiredness.

He feels the same way he did when he woke up in the cave all those years ago.

Really annoying.

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(Dangdangdang, it's about to start, I'm looking forward to it and excited, this chapter is very comfortable to write, I hope the next ten chapters can be like this.)