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Chapter 877 Song Zhian's Kindness
Saw white mist appear.

Among the ten people who had just walked into the hall, some looked worried and turned back frequently to look at Senior Sister Yuan who was standing at the door of the hall.

Senior Sister Yuan said coldly, but reminded:
"Go inside, don't look back, go as deep as you can... This is the test of the third level."

After a pause, she added:
"Don't worry, Her Excellency the Sixth Lady is here to watch over you. Just go forward with confidence. Maybe... you'll have a dream."

Except for Ouyang Rong and Song Zhian, the other nine people breathed a sigh of relief and began to walk into the hall, allowing the white fog around them to gradually thicken.

After going through the second level, Lu Jinghong was full of energy. Looking at the white fog ahead, he was eager to try:
"Is this the third level? A test of mental toughness? Let's go, we split up..."

"Wait, wait a moment."

Song Zhian, who had unknowingly stood at the end of the line, suddenly spoke.

Ouyang Rong, Sha Ergou, and Yu Xiaoniang all turned around.

Song Zhian glanced at the other five people, left them behind, and followed Sister Yuan's instructions to walk deeper into the cave.

The other five people probably didn't know each other and were not familiar with them, so they naturally acted on their own.

Sha Ergou looked at Song Zhian who was silent, and couldn't help asking:
"Miss Song, are you afraid of the fog? Do you want to talk to Senior Sister Yuan about it?"

"Need not."

Song Zhian seemed to come back to her senses, retracted her gaze from the white mist in front of her, and waved her hand:

"Listen to me, this third level test, if nothing unexpected happens, should be a test of who can go the furthest."

Lu Jinghong's eager movements suddenly slowed down, and he asked doubtfully:
"What do you mean? Is there something dirty in there, like those rude, smelly monkeys in Taogu?"

“No, but there is something fishy.”

As if she had noticed the gaze of Senior Sister Yuan outside the hall, and was looking at them who were standing still, Song Zhian took the initiative to squat down, lowering her head as if to tie the hem of her skirt to prevent herself from falling. At the same time, she turned her back to the hall door and said in a low voice:
"I heard that this white fog can cause people to have strange dreams. The dreams of different people are different, but if you are trapped in a dream, your steps will slow down, or even stop in place...

“So, my guess is that if you want to excel in your studies, you have to stay awake and try to delay the moment you fall into a dream in order to achieve the best results.

"When you go in later, don't take it lightly and try to stay awake."

Lu Jinghong seemed to be thinking: "Stay awake?"

Sha Ergou muttered: "Dream? You can let us dream in broad daylight, haha, isn't that a daydream."

Ouyang Rong glanced at the pretty girl in front of him who was stalling for time and calmly analyzing the situation for them.

Miss Yu said in a panic, hastily putting away the snack bag:
"Ah? Why didn't Sister Song tell me earlier? Then I'll eat less because eating too much makes me sleepy."

Seeing this, the corners of everyone's mouth twitched slightly.

Song Zhian suddenly turned around and asked Lu Jinghong:

"Do you still have the cooling ointment I gave you this morning?"

"Cooling cream?" Lu Jinghong was stunned for a moment, and answered subconsciously: "I've used it up."

He fumbled with his sleeves, then suddenly came over and raised his head to ask:
"Wait, Miss Song, you mean... to use it to wake up?"

Song Zhian lowered her eyes slightly: "Yeah."

"But it's all gone. Miss Song, do you have any more?" Lu Jinghong looked embarrassed, and said with a self-blaming tone: "I should have kept some earlier. Anyway, the second level is not difficult..."

He turned his head and glared at Sha Ergou unhappily:

"It's all your fault!"

Sha Ergou was surprised: "Why blame me? It's not me who used it."

Before Lu Jinghong could speak, Song Zhian stood up and interrupted them.

"Okay, no time to argue, we have to go inside."

She turned her back to the hall entrance, fumbled at her sleeve, and in front of everyone, took out a small green grass.

Ouyang Rong glanced and saw that the roots of the green grass were covered with wet mud, as if they had been picked not long ago. He didn't know whether Song Zhian took the opportunity to pick them on the road.

The emerald grass has six leaves.

The pretty young lady from Jiannan Road picked the leaves one by one and handed them to Ouyang Rong and the other three, saying in a calm voice:

"It's okay if you don't have the cooling ointment. In my hometown, this plant is called butterfly grass, and its leaves are very sour and bitter. When I was a child, there was a war in my hometown. I saw soldiers on the road late at night chewing the leaves of this grass to prevent drowsiness, but the roots cannot be eaten because they will easily cause bloating...

"I just passed by and saw it, so I picked some roots. Let's each take one root, try to wake up, and try to walk into the hall."

Ouyang Rong looked at the leaves, then at the calm and composed Song Zhian, and suddenly remembered that when they met at the cave entrance just after the second level ended, this Miss Song seemed to have been staring outside the cave.

Moreover, Song Zhian and Miss Yu happened to be at the end of the line. Logically, it wasn't such a coincidence. There should be many girls in the same group with them, so they wouldn't be at the end, unless... they were deliberately delaying.

It seems that Song Zhian had heard some news about the third level at that time and began to prepare countermeasures according to local conditions.

Being able to figure out the rules and come up with the best solution in such a short time, Song Zhian's thoughts are even more meticulous than Ouyang Rong had previously thought.

Ouyang Rong glanced at Song Zhian who was distributing leaves, and silently took one.

Lu Jinghong's face lit up and he took the leaf:

"Thank you, Miss Song. Miss Song is really considerate."

Sha Ergou and Yu Xiaoniang also quickly took the leaves, and the latter nodded like a chicken pecking at rice:

"Sister Song is amazing, amazing."

She looked down at the leaves again and muttered, "By the way, if it tastes sour and bitter, would you like some dessert with it?"

Everyone:...

There were six leaves in total. After everyone took one, Song Zhian still had two leaves left.

Except for the insensitive Sha Ergou, Ouyang Rong and Lu Jinghong's eyes fell on the extra green leaf.

Lu Jinghong immediately said: "That's great, Miss Song, take one more piece..."

Song Zhian suddenly turned around and said to the silent young man:
"Brother Liu, you can take the extra piece. Although you performed very well in the first round and the second round, your bone age is a flaw. Brother Sha's bone age is younger, so the conditions for entering the Bamboo Hall are not that harsh. As for Master Lu, it seems that you have secured your place.

"As for Sister Yu and I, I have estimated the scores of other people several times. We should not have to worry too much, so take this extra butterfly leaf and try to get a better score in the third level."

Ouyang Rong didn't move, and his reaction seemed to be as dull as usual.

Lu Jinghong used the scabbard to block the leaf held out by the bare hand and the dull young man, and could not help but speak:
"But Miss Song, the test of Yue Girl is also very important to you. You are only one breath away from passing the first level and being accepted as a disciple by the Queen. You were able to analyze the secret of the third level test and took out this butterfly leaf and gave one to each of us. You are very generous. The extra leaf should be yours..."

Song Zhian shook her head and stuffed the extra butterfly leaf into Ouyang Rong's hand.

She smiled softly:

"She almost missed the first level, but that was fate. Now it seems that if nothing unexpected happens, the tattooed girl will be able to excel in the third level, and may even win first place. I think it will be difficult for her to win first place. There is no need to be so angry. Ha, think about it from another perspective. This time when I entered Jianze, I was able to witness a demon that is rare in ten years. It is also an honor to be in the same group with her... Let's not talk about this. Brother Liu, perform well."

Song Zhian's words were soothing, but her tone and expression were unyielding, and she directly decided the distribution of the butterfly grass.

Lu Jinghong hesitated for a moment, retracted the blocking sword scabbard, glanced at the dull Brother Liu, and then at Song Zhian.

He gritted his teeth and handed the butterfly grass in his palm to Song Zhian:
"Miss Song, then you can use my piece, I won't need it..."

Song Zhian shook her head firmly:
"Master Lu, take it. One piece is enough for me." Sha Ergou couldn't help but interrupt:

"Mr. Lu, if you don't need it, why don't you give it to Brother Liu or me..."

Mr. Lu's expression changed slightly. Before he could answer, Song Zhian suddenly stepped forward, passed by everyone, and waved his hand:
"Okay, just follow my instructions. Come in quickly. We can't delay any longer. Senior Sister Yuan is coming in."

The four of them reacted and immediately followed Song Zhian's footsteps, walking towards the white fog ahead.

The other five people, except them, had disappeared in the white fog. No one knew where they had gone or how far they had gone.

After walking a few steps, you can clearly feel that the white fog around you is becoming increasingly thicker, and it seems that the deeper you go, the thicker the fog becomes.

Although to some people, this mere concentration of white fog is nothing compared to the "Conscience Bureau" last night.

But for Song, Lu and Sha, it was already a very strange and new thing.

At this moment, they found that if they were far away, they would not be able to see their companions.

So the five of them huddled together tacitly and stayed very close to each other.

There was a vast expanse of white in their vision. The five people remained silent and walked forward.

Lu Jinghong suddenly made a sound and yawned.

Sha Ergou seemed to be tired of seeing. He rubbed his eyes and his eyelids drooped a little.

Ouyang Rong saw that Song Zhian's steps in front of him were gradually slowing down.

She stopped, took out the leaves and rubbed them with her palms.

Song Zhian first dipped some green juice and smeared it on the corners of her eyes and under her nose, as if to stimulate her five senses. Then she poured the leaf fragments in her palm into her mouth and held them with her teeth.

Immediately, without waiting for everyone, Han Ye Xiaoniang strode forward, plunged into the hazy white fog, and disappeared.

Seeing this, Lu, Sha and Yu followed suit, smearing green juice on their faces and holding leaves in their mouths. They did not bother to say goodbye politely and rushed into the white mist one by one.

The four of them ran as far as they could while the butterfly leaves were stimulating and they were not feeling tired.

Second Brother Sha was the last one to run forward besides Ouyang Rong. Before he ran, he was unable to speak, but he still made a few emphasized "hmm" sounds towards Ouyang Rong, as if to remind him of something.

Ouyang Rong understood what he meant.

Seeing that everyone was sprinting and no one was paying attention to him, Ouyang Rong continued to walk forward "dumbly and slow".

He looked down at the two butterfly leaves in his hand, and instead of smearing the juice on his face, he held the two leaves in his mouth and slowly chewed a small part of the tip of the leaf.

The juice tastes really sour and bitter, which makes people frown.

Ouyang Rong held the bamboo tube on his waist and walked calmly in the white fog. His eyes were very clear and bright, and he did not feel as "drowsy" as the four friends just now.

If I'm not mistaken, this Yangxin Palace should be divided into inner and outer areas. The one currently being assessed is the outer palace area, with the Sixth Lady presiding over the core of the palace.

The difficulty is far less than the white mist in the inner hall that is almost condensed into water droplets.

After experiencing the real heart-nourishing white mist, Ouyang Rong did not even feel sleepy as if he had entered a fantasy world when faced with these simplified versions of white mist.

He even had a certain premonition that if he summoned the projection of [Hanshi] at this moment and used [Hundred and Eight Bell Ringing], even if he only struck the bell once, he would be able to instantly disperse all the white fog in the outer hall and allow the young men and women who were taking the test to escape from the illusion...

After walking for a while, Ouyang Rong suddenly stopped and looked around with squinted eyes.

He saw a figure.

A motionless figure.

Ouyang Rong walked closer, took a look, and recognized her... It was a strange girl among the ten people. At this moment, her face was shrouded in mist. He could vaguely see that she had a frown on her face and stood there, with a look of fear on her little face from time to time.

Ouyang Rong ignored her and continued walking forward.

Along the way, he didn't pay much attention to the other unfamiliar boys and girls and passed a few of them one by one.

After a while, he finally found a familiar figure.

He raised his eyebrows, and after seeing the person clearly, his expression showed a little surprise.

This was not the person among Song, Lu, Yu and Sha whom he had initially guessed would be the first to stop.

The person standing quietly in front of him is Song Zhian.

But according to his previous observations, Miss Song’s mental toughness should be ranked at the top...

At least it won't be lower than the other three.

But the facts are now before our eyes.

Everything has cause and effect.

Ouyang Rong moved closer and observed carefully, and found that there was some confusion and hesitation on the little face of Miss Song with her eyes closed, wondering if she had encountered some difficult dream.

Ouyang Rong continued walking forward, and soon met another acquaintance.

Lu Jinghong.

His face was filled with fear, and the arms holding the sword were trembling slightly.

It was like encountering some terrifying scene.

Ouyang Rong continued to move forward.

Met Sha Ergou.

The short-haired young man had tears streaming down his face and a dark look on his face, seemingly showing a sad expression.

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips and raised his hand to press down his felt hat.

Not knowing what he was thinking, he continued to move forward.

Sure enough, after walking ten steps, he saw Miss Yu’s back in front of him.

Miss Yu seemed to be sleepwalking, or had just fallen asleep. She closed her eyes, stretched out her hands, muttered something, and slowly moved forward...

Ouyang Rong smiled.

I don’t know whether the distance she walked while “sleepwalking” was legal or not.

But no matter what, being able to come this far still means something.

However, the fact that the assessment results for the four people were in this order was somewhat beyond his expectations.

Ouyang Rong did not move forward. He had already counted and found that Miss Yu was the ninth person. There was one person left, and that was himself.

Ouyang Rong turned around on the spot, turned around and looked back at the road he came from.

He held the leaf in his mouth and touched his chin.

After a while, he suddenly thought of something and went back the same way, walking towards Song Zhian who was standing still...

(End of this chapter)