There's something wrong with the general.

Wen Yuxi didn't say anything else and turned back to the house.

He opened QQ on his phone.

One of the group messages kept flashing.

When I clicked on it, I saw that my classmates were constantly refreshing the screen.

[Please send privately.]

[Please send privately.]

[Please send privately.]

+1

+1

+1

The following row contains the same responses.

Wen Yuxi frowned and began to swipe his fingers upwards to flip through the group messages.

The topic started with Wang Li.

Wang Li: I have the novel "Sword Pointing to the Sky" here. Anyone want to read it? I'll send it to them privately.

Classmate A: I, I, I, please send it quickly. Thank you.

Student B: I want one too, but I can’t find the resources.

Student C: Same as above

After reading them all, I found that they were all asking for resources.

Wen Yuxi used to love reading novels very much.

Because of the heavy workload in high school, I gave up reading novels.

Last night's dream had messed up his brain.

I'm feeling upset right now, so I might as well read a novel to calm my nerves.

He opened the friend chat box with Wang Li and typed: Please send me the novel resources of "Sword Pointing to the Sky", thank you.

Wang Li was online all the time and soon sent a TXT file.

"Wen Yuxi, do you read novels too?"

"Well, thank you. I'll take a look first."

The other party sent a string of ellipsis, and Wen Yuxi did not reply.

Open the novel in your reader.

The introduction says some inspiring words such as going against the will of heaven, fighting against the sky and the earth, etc.

It does not contain any specific story.

Wen Yuxi looked through the table of contents and found that each chapter corresponded to two lines of poetry, which had some of the flavor of Ming and Qing novels.

The full text consists of three million words, with a total of eight volumes, each with about ninety chapters.

He read the book very quickly and finished one-third of it in a few hours.

It basically tells the story of a male protagonist with a tragic background who was picked up by his master and taught carefully.

Later, he accidentally became possessed by a demon and became enemies with his junior fellow apprentice.

Later, he was probably stabbed by his junior brother and escaped, becoming a generation of demon lord.

Wen Yuxi was seeing the conflict between his fellow apprentices.

"Brother, please give up your magic skills, please. I beg you."

"Brother, there's no turning back for me. If you insist on stopping me, then come on."

He was watching intently.

Suddenly, countless images like barrages appeared in my mind.

Junior brother!

Junior brother!!

Junior brother...

Wen Yuxi's brain was almost drowned by these two words.

He held his head tightly with both hands to resist the endless harassment and noise.

Many strange yet familiar images began to flash through my mind.

He died and went to another world, where he followed his senior brother to practice Taoism.

Correct!

he died.

How come he is at home?

Everything here is fake.

No, how could it be fake? This is the house where he grew up. He must have worn it back.

Oh, my head hurts.

He rolled over on the bed with his head in his hands.

"Daddy, wake up quickly." Inside the Heart Refining Formation, the Cangyin vine buds pierced through the back of Wen Yuxi's hand. He looked helplessly at Wen Yuxi as he walked towards the cliff in front with blank eyes, and couldn't help but shout anxiously.

His finger-thick bud couldn't pull the person who didn't even turn his head.

I couldn't help but shed tears: "Daddy, don't you want me and my father anymore? Wake up quickly, I'm so scared."

Who?

Who is calling him?

Who is crying again?

Why...he calls himself daddy?

He was still a single mother when he graduated from college, so where did he get his child from?

University?

Yes, he has graduated from college.

!!!

How could he still be staying at the same home where he was in his second year of high school?

Wen Yuxi suddenly woke up, covering his head.

Everything in front of me is fake, fake!

The tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and golden lotus petals seemed to flash in them.

The scene was changing rapidly, collapsing and rebuilding, shifting in shape and shape.

Finally, he shouted, "Break!"

All the clouds and fog have dissipated, and the sun has appeared.

Wen Yuxi woke up.

Look around.

I found that he was back to the circular platform he had just stepped onto.

He successfully passed the Heart Refining Formation!

Zang Yin Teng Ya, who was standing by, saw that he had woken up, threw herself into his arms, and burst into tears.

"Ahhh, I thought Daddy wasn't going to wake up. No matter how I called you, you wouldn't wake up. I was so scared."

A warm current slowly passed through my heart, and my fingertips rubbed his body.

"sorry that I had you worried."

The little vine demon had a very stubborn temper, and it took a long time to coax him back into his body.

Wen Yuxi looked at a step in front of the platform, took a deep breath, and slowly walked up the step.

There was a flash of white light before my eyes, and my body felt dizzy for a moment.

When Wen Yuxi opened his eyes again, he had already arrived at the sect's main hall.

"Thank you, Junior Brother." He walked forward slowly and called out.

When Xie Lingyue heard the voice, her body suddenly stiffened.

After reacting, he hurriedly looked behind him.

When he saw Wen Yuxi standing here unharmed, a thin layer of mist covered his eyes.

"Master, I'm glad you're okay."

Wen Yuxi couldn't figure out why she was crying, and asked hesitantly, "But what happened?"

Xie Lingyue shook her head, a trace of fatigue flashing across her face.

"It's all right now. I'll call Senior Brother Feng back and send Uncle back to Yuping Mountain."

After he finished speaking, he took out a sound transmission talisman, injected spiritual energy upwards, and chanted some Taoist magic words.

The sound transmission note slowly rose and flew outside.

Although Wen Yuxi was puzzled, he did not ask any further questions.

A quarter of an hour later.

Feng Xiuzhu appeared in the hall.

Seeing Wen Yuxi standing there unharmed, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He stepped forward and asked, "Master, did something happen on the ladder? Your figure suddenly disappeared from the Kongxuan Mirror."

"Empty Mirror?"

Wen Yuxi asked in confusion.

Feng Xiuzhu pointed to the mirror behind him and said, "This is the Kongxuan Mirror. It can show your image during the trial."

芔！

With such high technology, why didn’t you tell me earlier?

Wen Yuxi blinked and said half-truthfully.

"I was halfway up when I heard someone calling my name from behind. It was so strange, I started and didn't dare to stop. I kept walking up. I don't know how long I walked before I saw a circular platform. Then I went in."

"I see. I'm glad that Uncle Shi is alright."

Feng Xiuzhu came down the mountain exhausted, but did not see his uncle, so he waited there for a long time.

After that, after receiving the sound transmission note from Junior Sister Xie, he returned without stopping.

He looked extremely haggard.

Wen Yuxi couldn't help but feel a little guilty and guilty.

From what they said, when he couldn't see me, he was probably performing the Moon-Treading Technique.

The technique was so mysterious and so fast that only a shadow could be seen.

"I'm sorry, I should have been waiting for my two nephews at the round platform. I'm sorry to have caused you any trouble."

Feng Xiuzhu quickly waved his hand and smiled: "Master uncle, you are too polite. This is the job of me and my junior sister."

He paused and continued, "Since Master-Uncle has safely passed the last two trials, my sister and I will take you to Yuping Mountain now."

After saying that, he summoned the flying boat.

They jumped up one by one.

The mentality when going and returning is different.

Wen Yuxi sat in the cabin, looking at the distant mountains and leisurely white clouds, and suddenly a sense of desolation arose in his heart.

It was as if I had seen these mountains and clouds there before.

Or maybe these mountains and these clouds have existed like this for thousands of years, and have never changed for anyone.

The boat was quiet and different from when we came.

Feng Xiuzhu and Xie Lingyue stood side by side, staring into the distance without saying a word.

Speechless all the way.

Half an hour later.

Feng Xiuzhu stopped the boat in an open space and jumped off.

He bowed and said, "Master Zhiming, Master Zhiyu has passed the last two trials. My sister and I will send him off."

"Thank you, my two nephews. Please go to the Deacon Hall."

Then the voice said to Wen Yuxi, "Junior brother, come in."

Feng Xiuzhu and Xie Lingyue exchanged a glance: "It's Uncle Zhiming."

After saying that, he nodded to Wen Yuxi, and then they each left on their flying swords.

Wen Yuxi retracted his gaze, walked to the door, and knocked: "Brother, may I come in?"

"Enter."

Uh, what is this for? It's so mysterious.

Wen Yuxi pushed open the door and walked in slowly.