Chapter 1479 Doubt

As the sun rises in the east, the red sun jumps out from the mountain peaks and sprinkles warm rays of light on the earth. A beautiful day begins.

Under the gentle sunlight, the clouds on the Orthodox Mountain were dispelled, and the clear air visible to the naked eye slowly rippled, making countless people living nearby feel comfortable and peaceful, and allowing the nearby monks to have clear minds and speed of practice. It's a lot faster.

"Clang, clang, clang..."

Amid the ringing bells, the disciples of the Orthodox Academy in white disciple robes walked out from their respective residences and gathered towards a platform on the mountainside through the stone path under the cover of dense green forest.

From a distance, it looks like white clouds floating in the forest.

On the platform stage on the mountainside, with a radius of hundreds of feet, there is a resplendent Taoist temple near the mountain wall.

As the number of disciples increased, the place became bustling and noisy.

At this time, the closed door of the Daoist Hall suddenly opened, and a middle-aged man wearing a Daoist robe came out, stood on the steps, and looked at the many disciples below.

"Uncle Wei is here, shut up!"

"Wei Hongliang lost his temper yesterday because of the lax discipline of the elders!"

"Yes, you must not touch his bad head!"

"Quiet!"

The disciples seemed to be very afraid of this middle-aged man named Wei Hongliang, and the noisy square quickly became quiet.

Wei Hongliang stood with his hands behind his back, and through the blessing of his spiritual energy, his voice became like Hong Zhong Dalu resounding over the square:

"Tomorrow, the assessment meeting will officially begin. This is not the first time it has been held, so I won't say much about other rules, I believe you already know it!"

"All I need to say is one thing!"

"There is only one entry to the inner sect this year!"

Hearing this, the following disciples immediately exploded.

But Wei Hongliang's expression sank:

"Shut up!"

A loud shout sounded like thunder, and the disciples in the square were startled and fell silent immediately.

Wei Hongliang continued:

"Yes, you heard me right. The assessment meeting is held every ten years. In the past, at least five people were recruited into the inner sect!"

"But this time, there is only one person."

"That is to say, the champion of this assessment conference will directly enter the inner sect."

"You should already know the weight of entering the inner sect. It means that you will become a direct disciple of the national teacher!"

"Although there is only one place, I hope you will all work hard, and everyone will have a chance!"

Wei Hongliang looked around at the disciples below, and said lightly: "Prepare well, I hope you can achieve satisfactory results tomorrow!"

After finishing speaking, Wei Hongliang turned around quickly and entered the Taoist hall, and the door closed behind him with a bang.

There was an uproar in the square, and all the disciples had expressions of resentment and injustice on their faces.

"Everyone worked hard to practice in order to be able to enter the inner sect and become a direct disciple of the national teacher. Is this the result?"

In the front row, a disciple with a dao sword on his back said with a disappointed expression on his face.

"There is only one quota, why hold this assessment meeting!"

"If I had known this earlier, I might as well have gone to the military camp to accumulate military exploits and hone my cultivation!" It was a burly young man who said this.

A female disciple next to him said: "If you go to join the army, the most likely thing is that you have already been killed!"

The burly boy glared at him angrily: "What did you say?!"

"You should save your strength and prepare for tomorrow's assessment!" The female disciple sneered and said, "If someone has the strength to win the championship and enter the inner sect, they won't complain like this."

"The complaints are all those guys who can't successfully enter even if the number of inner sects increases to five!"

"That's wrong," a well-mannered young man next to him couldn't help but say, "Just ask our group of outer disciples, who can compare with Zhong Wan?"

"In my opinion, the national teacher has already appointed Zhong Wan as an inner disciple this time, and this assessment competition is just a grand-sounding cutscene. It's just that we have become a foil."

Following this person's words, everyone's eyes moved, and many disciples moved away in a tacit understanding. Finally, a girl appeared in the crowd, and everyone looked at her.

The girl was only about ten years old. She ignored the gazes of everyone around her, but lowered her head, with a puzzled look in her eyes:

"wrong!"

"How could it be one?"

"In the Inner Sect assessment competition I experienced back then, the number of places to enter the Inner Sect was obviously five!"

While Zhong Wan was thinking, all the disciples around him quit.

The burly boy who wanted to join the army said dissatisfiedly, "What's your expression?"

"What other expression could it be?" The female disciple folded her hands on her chest, rolled her eyes and said, "She's pretending to be stupid, naive, innocent!"

Zhong Wan looked at the female disciple with a look of reminiscence on his face. After a while, he said with some doubts: "Sun Xier, I know you didn't like me, but you don't know how to talk like that?"

The female disciple named Sun Xi'er had an exaggerated smile on her face, pointed at Zhong Wan and said:

"Are you crazy?!"

"Talk to me like that, am I familiar with you?"

"Or do you think that you are so powerful, so everyone will compliment you and flatter you?"

Sun Xier paused for a moment, with a cold and disgusted expression on his face, and continued to speak in a strange way:

"I'm just a very ordinary disciple with weak cultivation and low sense of existence. You'd better not get close to me like this!"

"I can't afford it!"

Zhong Wan shook his head slightly, and whispered softly: "It's really wrong!"

The burly young man sneered and said, "Everyone is looking at her, is she still pretending to be innocent?"

"Disgusting!" A disciple next to him said angrily.

"Hypocrisy!" The polite young man shook his head and said, "I never thought that the famous and talented Zhong Wan would be such a hypocritical person."

"Such a person has such a good talent, why is the way of heaven so unfair!"

"That's right, I can't get used to her at ordinary times! Who can I show her a noble look?"

"Then you're okay, she used to come up to me to show off how powerful she is, and I couldn't hide from her!"

A rush of insults and accusations reached Zhong Wan's ears.

Zhong Wan looked around, seeing every one of his classmates with ferocious faces and spittle flying everywhere, feeling familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time.

Yes, in the abyss of sin, after the scream of the demon god Longzhi, she found that she had returned to the place where she had practiced inexplicably, and met these fellow students she was familiar with.

But the scene in front of me, if you think about it carefully, there is something wrong.

She was indeed very unpopular back then, she had no friends, everyone hated her and didn't want to get close to her.

But it wasn't as explicit as it was at the moment, nor was it so excessive to her. Previously, everyone silently stayed away from her and isolated her, but now, in addition to staying away from her isolation, they even used verbal insults without hesitation.

On the way to this square this morning, there were always people in the crowd who even inadvertently pushed and attacked her. Fortunately, her current real cultivation base is a golden core, and her soul is extremely powerful honed in the abyss of sin, coupled with her unique formation talent, these disciples who are only in the stage of Qi training are really not enough to look at.

Also, when she really participated in the assessment competition, there were five people in the inner sect, not just one person now.

This kind of situation that seems to be back in the past, but it is different from the past makes Zhong Wan very curious.

But I was still a little sad in my heart, but I didn't show it.

She always felt that it was her own problem that made these fellow students hate her, but she never thought that it was either a hallucination or a dream again, and she would still have the same or even worse experience.

Sighing silently, Zhong Wan turned around and walked out of the square.

Although these disciples seemed eager to swallow Zhong Wan alive, they were afraid of Zhong Wan's powerful strength. After all, although Zhong Wan was the youngest, he was indeed the number one person in the outer sect.

Therefore, in front of Zhong Wan, they obediently got out of the way.

At this moment, in the crowd, several sword shadows with aura suddenly flew from nowhere, stabbing at Zhong Wan!

But at a distance of three feet in front of Zhong Wan, all these aura sword shadows shattered out of thin air.

Surprised expressions appeared on the faces of the surrounding disciples.

"Zhong Wan is already this powerful?"

"I don't even understand how she did it?"

"So what if he is powerful? He is still cast aside by everyone like a street rat!"

As soon as Zhong Wan stopped walking, he looked at a young man in his twenties who was three feet away. Zhong Wan could easily detect that one of the spiritual sword shadows came from this person.

Seeing Zhong Wan's gaze, the young man maintained a gloating expression on his face, spread his hands and said:

"Junior Sister Zhong Wan, what kind of eyes are you looking at? Could it be that I am more than ten years older than you, and would sneak up on you as a child?"

Zhong Wan shook his head slightly, didn't look at him again, and continued to walk forward.

But the young man's face turned red, and he stepped forward angrily, pointed at Zhong Wan and said:

"Zhong Wan! I think you are a child and don't care about you. What do you mean by this?"

"Do you dismiss it? Do you know the most basic manners? Regardless of age or entry time, you must honestly call me senior brother. Don't you know the most basic order of seniority!?"

Seeing that this person is in his twenties, and he is still at the sixth level of Qi training, but he is entangled with himself like a man-eating beast, bending over and shouting at him, his face is ferocious, Spit splashed everywhere.

Seeing Zhong Wan staring at him blankly, the young man slowly couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive.

He knew very well how powerful this ten-year-old girl in front of him was. If she really wanted to attack him, then he really had no room to fight back.

The young man swallowed his saliva, looked around, and said, "Why, the assessment is coming soon, don't you want to do something to your classmates?"

"Even if you want to do it, we have so many colleagues, are you afraid of being alone?"

He wanted to pull the other disciples together with him to bolster his courage.

Zhong Wan withdrew his gaze, turned around the young man and left.

Behind her, the young man spat on the ground and said coldly:

"Just wait for tomorrow!"

...

The next day, the Orthodox Academy's assessment contest every ten years began.

The Grand Competition of the Orthodox Academy is the competition for the national teachers to select their own disciples. This is not only for the outer disciples of the Orthodox Academy, but also for outside monks and ordinary people. The National Religion Mountain was extremely lively.

On the largest square in State Religion Hill, countless duels were going on.

There are no complicated rules for the assessment competition. Many outer disciples draw lots to select disciples and compete one-on-one.

In the past, the five people who won to the end will become inner disciples.

But after the rules change this time, only the champion can get it. For those monks and ordinary people watching the excitement, this change of rules made them look forward to the result of the competition even more.

After defeating the opponent's disciple with a single move, Zhong Wan jumped off the ring.

His eyes swept over the spectators who were all around, and Zhong Wan slightly shook his head: "It seems that these people are different."

In the competition back then, she also almost always won the first place. The disciples of the same school isolated her and stayed away from her, but the onlookers didn't understand after all, and they still reported her with cheers and other supportive momentum.

But at the moment, whether it was due to the subtle influence of the disciples' changes or some other reason, the onlookers around the moment, when she won, still kept their eyebrows cold, as if they were very dissatisfied with her winning the competition.

But when these audiences watched other disciples compete, they had normal emotions towards the winners.

Zhong Wan didn't know what was going on.

The competition continued, and Zhong Wan easily defeated the second and third opponents with one move.

However, the attitudes of the surrounding onlookers remained indifferent.

Half a day passed.

The person standing in front of Zhong Wan was already the eighth opponent, and it turned out to be the gentle-looking young man who insulted and satirized Zhong Wan by his side yesterday.

This boy is about sixteen or seventeen years old, his cultivation is at the ninth level of Qi training, and his talent is also good.

But compared to Zhong Wan, it is still a bit behind, not to mention that Zhong Wan is actually a foundation at this time, even when he really participated in the assessment competition, Zhong Wan was in his teens, and his cultivation had already surpassed Foundation building.

This is also known to other disciples.

But in the face of Zhong Wan, whose external cultivation base was Foundation Establishment, the young man on the opposite side, who was a distance away from Dajing Street, really looked confident, as if he was sure of victory.

"Zhong Wan! Please advise!" Zhong Wan looked at the young man opposite and saluted according to the rules.

"Chengtong!" The boy stood motionless, obviously unwilling to salute.

Zhong Wan didn't say much. Since the beginning of the competition, her opponents seemed to have thrown aside etiquette when facing her, and she was used to it.

She just mobilized her spiritual power, stretched out her seemingly small fist, and threw it at Cheng Tong!

Of the seven opponents he faced before, Zhong Wan only punched once, and the opponent completely lost the ability to resist.

Among those opponents, there were also those who practiced the ninth level of Qi training, and they also lost instantly.

But this time, the ending is different.

Na Chengtong moved his hand slightly, and actually stuffed a pill into his mouth.

The moment the pill was taken, Cheng Tong's cultivation suddenly ushered in an explosion, directly crossing the threshold of Qi training and foundation building.

He actually used the elixir to forcibly increase the strength of the realm in the competition, which is absolutely not allowed!

Zhong Wan glanced at the teacher of the National Academy of Education who was acting as the referee under the ring, seeing that the opponent was indifferent and did not suspend the competition, so he temporarily put this matter behind him and focused on the battle in front of him.

Even if this Chengtong used the elixir to enhance the strength of the realm, it would not change the ending.

On the contrary, seeing Chengtong's momentum soaring suddenly, the surrounding onlookers cheered and cheered as if they didn't see him taking the elixir.

Facing Cheng Tong whose strength had been forcibly raised, Zhong Wan met him head-on without retreating or evading with his fists!

Cheng Tong's confidence increased greatly. Seeing that Zhong Wan dared to confront him head-on, a cruel look appeared on his face, and he raised his fist to hit Zhong Wan's deadly spot!

But although Zhong Wan's fist looked small, and even a little cute, the speed of its advance was indeed far faster than that of Cheng Tong whose strength had increased.

Before Cheng Tong's fist reached, Zhong Wan lightly hit Cheng Tong's body!

Cheng Tong's confident and proud eyes instantly became shocked and painful, his face suddenly turned pale, and he spat out a mouthful of blood!

"boom!"

There was a bang!

The violent airflow spread outwards.

Cheng Tong's figure flew upside down like a dropped wing, and fell heavily on the edge of the ring, covering the pain with his hands, his face was pale, and his facial features were twisted together by the severe pain.

The cheers of the onlookers for Chengtong stopped abruptly.

Looking blankly at the onlookers who seemed to be gagged in an instant, Zhong Wan looked at the judge at the edge of the ring.

The judge declared aloud:

"Zhong Wansheng!"

But what Zhong Wan was referring to was not the verdict.

She curiously asked the judge: "Master, he took Tsukiji Dan!"

Zhudi Pill is the pill that Chengtong took just now, which forced his cultivation to grow to the Foundation Establishment stage.

The judge said with a cold face: "Zhong Wan, your cultivation is foundation building, his cultivation is just Qi training, there is a huge gap between them."

"This is just a competition between us in the same clan. The same realm can show the effect of the competition. Therefore, even if he took the pill to improve his cultivation, I think it is justifiable."

Zhong Wan's eyes widened slightly, and he looked at the judge in disbelief, thinking what kind of gangster logic is this?

Seeing Zhong Wan's expression, the judge showed a look of disgust and impatience, and said, "The result has been announced, why are you waiting here if you don't prepare for the next battle?"

After a pause, the judge said again: "Could it be that the so-called genius is just a guy who cares about every detail, and you will hardly become a master like this!"

Zhong Wan was silent for a while, then said, "Of order, Uncle Master."

At this time, Cheng Tong on the ground seemed to be relieved, and said with difficulty: "Master, this is impossible!"

The judge asked, "What do you mean?"

Cheng Tong pointed to Zhong Wan and said, "Zhong Wan is only building a foundation, and my cultivation base has been raised to the same level as hers. It is impossible for her to defeat me so easily!"

"She must have messed up!"

The judge heard Cheng Tong's words and looked at Zhong Wan: "Wait!"

Zhong Wan frowned slightly.

The judge stepped forward and said, "Cheng Tong is right. I have reason to suspect that you used other improper means or secretly violated regulations to improve your cultivation."

"So I need to check you, if the check is confirmed, then you will be disqualified!"

Zhong Wan looked at the judge firmly and asked, "Master, did I offend you?"

The judge's face changed, and an angry expression appeared: "What are you talking nonsense?! Do you mean that I am targeting you? Are you saying that my law enforcement is unfair?!"

Zhong Wan didn't say a word, she thought it was an obvious thing, so she didn't need to remind her or repeat it.

The judge flicked his sleeve robe and snorted coldly: "If you say such things again, I will disqualify you for insulting the teacher and insulting the judge, and throw you into the punishment hall!"

Zhong Wan didn't get angry, firstly because she hadn't been angry before, and secondly because she felt that it was meaningless to be angry with these people, not to mention that for many years, she was actually used to being hostile towards herself.

It's just that it's a bit too outrageous at the moment, and some are too unreasonable:

"Why?" She wanted to know.

"Because you are you! Why are there so many?"

Saying that, the judge opened his hand, and the spiritual energy permeated from the body, covering Zhong Wan!

After a few breaths, he withdrew his hand and gave Zhong Wan a cold look:

"no problem."

"You're lucky!"

Then turned around and announced again:

"The result remains the same, Zhong Wan wins and advances to the next round!"

At this time, there were cheers from around the two arenas in the distance, and the battle was over there.

Seeing the winners surrounded by cheers and cheers, Zhong Wan stood on the ring where she was the only one left, looking extremely lonely.

When the last battle was over, there were only four left, including Zhong Wan.

Next, which is the last game of today, the penultimate round.

Zhong Wan's opponent was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl who was also a very famous genius named Sun Mengyun.

She is the sister of Sun Xier who accused Zhong Wan yesterday.

Although Sun Mengyun's talent is excellent, he has just crossed Qi training and formally established a foundation, but compared with Zhong Wan, the gap is still huge, and Zhong Wan still defeated him with only one move.

After the judge officially announced the result, Sun Mengyun, who was half-sitting on the ground with a pale face, struggled to get up.

She looked at Zhong Wan opposite, her eyes were full of anger and resentment.

With an angry face on his face, he said, "Zhong Wan, if it wasn't for you, I would have been able to enter the inner gate this time!"

Zhong Wan shook his head seriously, and said, "I don't know why there is only one quota left."

"Oh?" Sun Mengyun sneered: "Then treat you as innocent!"

Seeing Sun Mengyun's appearance, coupled with what he had seen and heard from yesterday and today, Zhong Wan knew that the reason why the number of inner sects became one this time has been recognized by all the outer sect disciples on himself.

Zhong Wan looked away, turned around and went straight off the ring.

From behind came Sun Mengyun's vicious curse full of resentment:

"Zhong Wan! You must die!"

Zhong Wan's footsteps paused for a moment, and then walked away again.

One day later, the final round will begin, and the winner will be the champion of this assessment competition, and will also be the only outer disciple who entered the inner sect this time.

Zhong Wan's opponent was a male disciple who was about the same age as Sun Mengyun, named Du Kaiyu, and his cultivation base was also in the early stage of foundation establishment.

Du Kaiyu looks handsome and handsome, and he aroused the cheers of all the onlookers as soon as he entered the ring. However, his expression at the moment looked very serious, as if he knew that what he was about to face next was a battle with an unfavorable ending.

Zhong Wan walked onto the ring silently, and all the onlookers also became quiet.

Zhong Wan was already used to such scenes, but she was still a little curious: "Why did they do this?"

Du Kaiyu on the opposite side heard Zhong Wan's words and said flatly, "Because you are you."

Zhong Wan suddenly raised her head and looked at Du Kaiyu, because she remembered very clearly that the judge yesterday said exactly the same thing when she questioned her.

Zhong Wan smiled wryly in her heart, because I am me? So what the hell am I doing?

Du Kaiyu asked aloud at this time: "Zhong Wan, everyone thinks that it is because of you that the quota has become one. I will not listen to rumors, I want to ask you, and I want to hear you answer me personally. Really?"

"No," Zhong Wan said.

Du Kaiyu smiled, looked at Zhong Wan seriously, and said, "Since this is the case, why don't you abstain from voting to prove your innocence?"

Zhong Wan smiled bitterly and said, "Even if I abstain, wouldn't you find other excuses, such as fear of sin, to accuse me?"

"Then I abstain!" Du Kaiyu said.

Zhong Wan looked at Du Kaiyu curiously.

A mocking sneer appeared on the corner of Du Kaiyu's mouth, and he said, "I won't win anyway."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and left, and stepped off the ring.

In the silence, the onlookers soon began to leave silently.

In short, this once-in-a-decade national education academy assessment competition seems to be extremely anticlimactic, and the ending is also very strange. It seems that everyone is against Zhong Wan, and people all over the world hate Zhong Wan.

There was even news that Zhong Wan had ruined this assessment competition by himself, and rumors spread wildly.

And here, under the guidance of two instructors, Zhong Wan is going up the stairs of the National Religion Mountain.

From the foot to the mountainside, it is the external part of the Orthodox Academy and the place where the disciples of the outer sect practice.

And the location on the top of the mountain is where the national teacher usually practices, and where he teaches the disciples of the inner sect.

Zhong Wan has been practicing and studying here before, so he is very familiar with it.

After bypassing the palace in front of the top of the mountain, and passing through some rocks, small lakes and forests behind, the two instructors finally stopped in front of a wooden house in the forest, signaling Zhong Wan to go in by himself.

The wooden house is very high, it looks like a high pavilion, Zhong Wan walked up the stairs amidst the sound of clanging footsteps, and saw the familiar old figure with his back turned to him.

It was his master, the national teacher.

In Zhong Wan's impression, the national teacher has no name and no Daoist title. Except for the direct disciples, everyone only calls him the national teacher.

In fact, the national teacher didn't care much about the practice of those direct disciples, which is why Zhong Wan slowed down his practice later and could become ordinary.

In the eyes of his own disciples, the national teacher is an old man who sits in a wooden house in the forest and tells fortunes all day long. He teaches his disciples that he can only speak in one sentence, never say a word more.

Just when Zhong Wan fell into memory, the national teacher said:

"what is troubling you?"

Zhong Wan came to her senses, based on what she knew about the National Teacher, this might be the first class she needed to take.

Zhong Wan asked what she wanted to know, why people all over the world hated her and stayed away from her.

She has never asked the national teacher this question before, and now she has an opportunity in this illusion or a dream, so she really wants to know how the national teacher will answer herself at this time.

The voice of the national teacher was full of wisdom, and he said slowly:

"The me at this time is the me in your heart."

"This world is also the world in your heart."

"Although the world you see is illusory to the real world, it can also be said to be real to you."

"They are actually the real face after tearing off the disguise."

"In fact, in your heart, these people are like this."

The national teacher is like a persuasive and patient teacher, and finally said:

"So, this is your life."

Zhong Wan's eyes were a little blank, and he stood there in a daze, motionless.

These words were like sharp swords full of magic power, piercing into her heart one by one with ease.

"Is it like this? Is this what my inner world is like?"

"This is my life?"

The national teacher said lightly:

"When I brought you back back then, I already had a formal apprenticeship ceremony. This time I just officially started to study with me, so those cumbersome etiquettes will be avoided."

"Next, there will be a senior brother who will take you. He will give you your spirit stone and magic weapon as a teacher. Step back."