Do you really think you can get me with just a banana?

The sun gradually set in the west, and the crowd in front gradually dwindled. Just when Guan Shanyu was feeling dizzy and hungry, it was finally his turn.

Originally, after Yan Ruchen finished with the next two, it would be his turn, but Wang Tianyang did this, and suddenly everyone had to start over.

Guan Shanyu had only eaten one steamed bun in the morning. After a whole day of this, his hands and feet were already weak and his legs were powerless.

Damn it, why did I set up such a plot? Can't I just let Yan Ruchen go to Tianjian Pavilion and be tormented by those NPCs? Anyway, he and I won't be together by then, so why would I let myself be affected by the bad luck? Isn't the life of the supporting character a life?

After Li Qi and others had achieved "good results" of less than 5 meters, Guan Shanyu finally dragged his weak legs onto the stage. After taking several deep breaths and adjusting his breathing several times, he struck out steadily.

After the disciple finished the examination, he gestured to the invigilator, who then announced loudly with a blank expression: "Guan Shanyu, 6.3 meters."

its not right.

Guan Shanyu rubbed his eyes vigorously and stared at the lime that fell on the ground carefully to make sure that he was not mistaken. It was obvious that he had not even reached... five meters.

Six meters two?

Guan Shanyu glanced at the invigilator suspiciously, noticing his expressionless yet calm face. He couldn't help but feel a little puzzled, secretly wondering if the distance of this trial was not measured in an ordinary way.

The invigilator saw Guan Shanyu standing there in a daze, scratching the back of his head, and asked, "Do you want to try again?"

Guan Shanyu subconsciously shook his head immediately: "No."

This result made him panic. What if he tried again and was found out that his score was not even five meters? He would not even be qualified to enter, and how could he continue with the story?

Guan Shanyu bowed to the examiner and walked quickly down the stage while thinking. When he reached the stairs, he happened to catch a glimpse of Yan Ruchen sitting in the lounge area looking at him, so he subconsciously nodded and smiled at him. Yan Ruchen didn't expect Guan Shanyu to take the initiative to greet him, and was slightly stunned, then responded politely.

As expected, Yan Ruchen won the first championship of this competition and was admitted to the Tianjian Pavilion as he wished. Even if Li Qi and others were dissatisfied, they did not dare to say anything more and could only bite their hands and stamp their feet.

The remaining people were selected by the other four sects according to their ranking order. It was not until Guan Shanyu heard the invigilator call out his name that he realized that he was the last one. At least he was selected by Qing Yuanzi to enter Lingcaoxuan.

So far, no deviation has been found in the plot, and Guan Shanyu breathed a sigh of relief.

Later, after Yan Ruchen enters the Tianjian Pavilion to practice as an inner disciple, there will naturally be other NPCs to accompany him through the plot, and he only needs to observe carefully from the side to ensure that the plot will not deviate, and at the same time promote the emotional development between the male and female protagonists.

After completing the task, he can return to his original world smoothly.

If you think about it this way, it doesn’t seem that difficult.

Fortunately, he was not assigned a character like Song Ziye, otherwise he would have to accompany the male protagonist all the way to the end, which is exhausting just thinking about it. Now the plot of such a supporting role is just right. Suddenly, he seemed to understand the good intentions of the system, and it seemed to become less stupid all of a sudden.

Guan Shanyu felt a surge of hope in his heart, and he felt full of motivation. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. Suddenly, a sinister voice came from the side: "Shanyu, you are the only one selected among us brothers. From now on, you must follow Master to practice well. If you become rich and powerful, don't forget me."

The moment Guan Shanyu turned around, he saw Li Qi and the others gathered in front of him with dejected faces. They were trying hard to hold back their tears, which was both pitiful and funny. Guan Shanyu patted their shoulders and comforted them, "I still have some savings. Take these and start a small business at the foot of the mountain. When you have saved enough money, you can return to your hometown to build a big house and get married."

Guan Shanyu sighed. According to the original novel, the story of Li Qi and other supporting characters ended here. Since there was no such opportunity to cultivate immortality and seek the truth, at least this fictional world should not have the policy of emphasizing agriculture and suppressing commerce. So, doing some small business and saving some money might be a good idea.

Several people hugged each other and cried for a while. Originally, Guan Shanyu did not feel too sad, after all, these were just NPCs. But seeing them crying so sincerely, he also felt a little sad.

He sighed several times before finally sending Li Qi and the others out of the mountain gate. Li Qi did not forget to say the most crucial sentence before the NPC went offline: "Shan Yu, you must not let Yan Ruchen go. Let him be so proud!"

Guan Shanyu gave a helpless wry smile and said perfunctorily, "Okay, okay, don't worry, he won't get any good under my hands."

After receiving Guan Shanyu's assurance, several people, feeling indignant and a bit sad, followed the group of students who had also failed the selection, looking back frequently, and walked down the stairs as the night deepened.

Only when Li Qi and the others completely disappeared at the end of the mountain stairs did Guan Shanyu slowly turn around and go back.

Unexpectedly, when he turned around, he saw Yan Ruchen standing behind him, so close to him that he almost thought he was going to push him down the mountain.

Guan Shanyu blinked in horror and asked, "Brother Chen... oh, that's not right..." What did he call him before? It seemed like "little bastard", "little beast", "money-losing thing" and so on. But he can't call him that casually now. After all, the man is going to soar into the sky and unify the entire universe in the future.

Guan Shanyu swallowed, changed his tone to a calmer one, and asked, "Yan Ruchen, what are you doing standing here?"

Yan Ruchen replied, "See Li Qi and the others off."

Guan Shanyu said: "When did you come? They have all gone far away."

Yan Ruchen replied: "I came when Li Qi said he couldn't let me go."

What the hell!

Guan Shanyu's legs immediately began to tremble. Didn't that mean he had heard what he said? How could this be too much?!

Guan Shanyu tried hard to open his numbed teeth and stammered, "Brother Chen, listen to me, that..."

"It doesn't matter."

Yan Ruchen lowered his head and interrupted him calmly, looking away with no expression on his face. He said softly, "I know you all don't like me, but since you and I have both entered the Dao Sect, I will definitely work hard in the future and try not to appear in front of Brother Shanyu and make you upset."

After saying that, he walked away with his head down, leaving Guan Shanyu standing there alone, holding Erkang's hand with tears streaming down his face, frozen like a statue.

Young man, please listen to my explanation!

The process of becoming an apprentice and learning skills is very complicated. Even though they have been selected by the sect, they still need to go through a series of strict procedures.

Only after registration, physique test, explanation of rules and regulations and distribution of school uniforms, can one be officially considered a disciple of the sect.

Lingcaoxuan's uniforms, designed to complement the sacred herbs, are primarily a duck egg blue. This elegant turquoise, like morning dew gently brushing against green leaves, exudes a fresh and refined beauty. Unlike Tianjian Pavilion's uniforms, which are white robes with dragon patterns and a single strip of white reminiscent of mourning, Lingcaoxuan's uniforms exude a more natural and harmonious quality.

In the center of the uniform, a lifelike white crane is meticulously embroidered with gold thread. The craftsmanship imbues the crane with an air of elegance, as if ready to soar into the sky. The crane's graceful lines and sleek feathers, combined with its ornate embellishments, perfectly capture its elegance and agility. Wearing it instantly elevates one's demeanor.

It is simply high-end, classy, ​​low-key, luxurious and profound.

But these are just appearances.

As the name suggests, Lingcaoxuan is where all the rare and precious herbs in the sect are cultivated and looked after by them. Every day they carry a hoe and a small bucket to work in the fields, checking whether the grass has sprouted or the Ganoderma lucidum has grown crooked. They pull out weeds and kill insects by themselves, and the newly distributed school uniforms are already dirty after just one day of wear.

Guan Shanyu wiped the mud on his hands, and suddenly he felt a little envious of the white mourning clothes of the Tianjian Pavilion. After all, they didn't have to farm and just had to practice spiritual power every day.

And the worst thing is that one can learn magic as soon as one enters Tianjian Pavilion, but only the intermediate disciples who have been in Lingcaoxuan for two or three years can learn medicine making and poison preparation, medical theory and pharmacism.

Two years! Two years later, Yan Ruchen has already mastered a set of peerless martial arts and is killing everyone, but he is just starting to learn medicine making? So how does this plot continue? Does he really need to have an affair with the elder in order to quickly learn the core skills?

He didn't want to seduce the old man, nor did he have much interest in learning martial arts, but if he didn't do this, then he wouldn't be able to go home. Was he really going to live in this broken place in constant fear?

Guan Shanyu finished draining an entire ditch, and wiped his muddy hands on his face without hesitation, wiping off a handful of sweat. Just then, several disciples of the Tianjian Sect flew over in the sky on their swords, their white robes fluttering as they passed through the forest, creating a breeze that brushed Guan Shanyu's face.

Damn, not cool at all.