Master is dedicated to playing the villain

Are we going to witness history?

The scene changes, the cliff disappears, the chess room is gone, the empty tower is in front of me, and the eight white walls indicate that all phantoms have been removed, and the tower has returned to its original appearance.

In front of Qiu Wanxuan, a cloud of black mist leaped out, instantly turning into a gray-robed immortal with long beard and eyebrows.

"Are you a spirit?"

The original book actually mentioned that Xia Churan passed through the illusion of the seventh level before seeing Jingling's appearance, and then was chosen by Jingling to be the host.It's just that I didn't expect to see him in the fifth level because of his intervention.

The plan can't keep up with the changes, and the pictures before the seventh level are all released on the sky screen. He can't make any moves, he has to break into the top floor.

Although he didn't want to dig out Xia Churan's bones according to the original book, he still had to be ruthless to drive him out of the sect. As long as he reached the top floor of the closed Tianji Tower, there would be only the two of them, and there would be no obstruction from the lords. Eliminate all interfering factors, and have illusions to assist, it will definitely succeed.

He thought so, with a well-thought-out plan.

The immortal in front of him nodded, "I never thought that you two brats could push my guardian puppet to such an extent that I had to appear in person."

When the other party spoke, there was some dissatisfaction in the tone, but Qiu Wanxuan clearly noticed the sly light in the other party's eyes, and the corner of one lip was raised and suppressed forcibly.

What is Jingling happy about?

Qiu Wanxuan looked around, but there was no third person, which meant that he and Xia Churan were separated into different spaces again.

Just as he had guessed, on the sky, the picture was split into two pieces, and the other side showed Xia Churan's space, and there was the same spirit standing inside it.

"This is the sixth floor?" Qiu Wanxuan asked.

The opponent nodded.

Qiu Wanxuan thought for a while, "Before we start, can I ask a question?"

The gray-robed immortal stroked his long beard pretending to be serious, and raised his eyebrows unexpectedly when he heard this sentence, "You ask."

"In the game just now, why didn't the puppet play against us in person, so that both of us will probably be eliminated."

Immortal said: "Simple, because it violates the principle of fairness, it is impossible to play in person."

Qiu Wanxuan thought for a while and understood, "Because it has no cultivation restrictions in the Tianji Tower, it has an overwhelming advantage in manipulating shikigami."

So if the puppets go up in person, they have no chance of winning at all, which violates the original intention of designing the level.

"But why don't you cancel Shikigami and just simply play chess?"

Qiu Wanxuan said that when Xindao played a game of chess normally, wouldn't it work?

The immortal actually laughed: "Of course it's because it's afraid that it won't be able to make it down..."

"Father!" A voice suddenly appeared in the air, interrupting his words abruptly, as if out of embarrassment.

Although the huatou was cut off, people understood it.

Is this the puppet's assessment that he can't beat these two monsters, so he has to let them play against each other? !

The immortal waved his hand helplessly, "Okay, okay, don't say it, don't say it." After speaking, he pointed to the empty mid-air and waved his finger, "No, if I don't say it, others can't see it?"

On the other side of the screen, Xia Churan had a similar conversation with Jing Ling, but here at Xia Churan, before Jing Ling could speak, he said the answer himself: "Because of the fourth level, It doesn’t know how to deduce the chess game with more than 1000 compass people, so it doesn’t dare to take risks.”

After Xia Churan finished speaking, he let go of the topic, and said straightforwardly: "So, what is the title of this game?"

The questions of the two in the two pictures are almost in unison.

Qiu Wanxuan came here, the eyes of the gray-robed fairy turned into crescent moons, and he quickly cleared his throat pretending to be serious, "The topic..." He said as if thinking, "Just... tell me a joke."

Xia Churan's answer was not much better——

"You just...paint? Sing? Talent show, you pick whatever you want."

Qiu Wanxuan:?

Xia Churan:?

audience:? !

Qiu Wanxuan was stunned for a while before realizing that the puppet was fine, and Jing Ling himself, he thought there would be some more unnatural level, but in the end...

Fuqiu was also dumbfounded, "Did I hear wrong?"

"Probably not." Qiu Wanxuan replied stiffly.

On the other side, Qingluan's voice also appeared in Xia Churan's mind: "Eh? Is it that simple?"

Xia Churan frowned, his habitual vigilance prevented him from believing Jingling's words so easily, "The more seemingly simple questions, the more hidden secrets they have."

"Oh—" Qingluan was stunned, "So what is the mystery?"

The corner of Xia Churan's mouth twitched, "I don't know yet."

Before the audience could react, they heard the roar of the puppet appearing on the two screens on the sky at the same time: "Daddy! How can you do this! This is the sixth level. It was a waste of my effort to design so many levels. You can't Just let them go there, woo woo woo!"

Hearing this sentence, the gray-robed fairy no longer kept a straight face, and in the two pictures, he pointed in the air in unison and shouted: "Otherwise?"

"I don't know you yet? You're just afraid that I'll find the one I like. The tower is gone, and you're gone too, so you design this problem and that level for me all day long, so that I can drive all these children away!"

"I've been waiting for more than 1000 years!" The gray-robed fairy seemed to have opened up a chatterbox, and he stretched out a finger, and said sadly: "For more than 1000 years, no one broke into the top floor!"

The audience was dumbfounded. They watched the immortals in the sky pacing back and forth in anger, and when they got excited, they flicked their sleeves, "I don't care! After finally waiting for two good ones, I have to pick one. You can't get in the way anymore I just want to make a question like this, what can you do to me?"

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo""

The puppet whimpered in its weird voice, which made people go numb.

Seeing that the fairy's face changed slightly, his attitude relaxed a bit, and he comforted him: "Why would Daddy not want you? You are my distraction, I don't want anyone, I can't let you go, be good, don't make trouble."

The puppet sobbed: "Really?"

Immortal nodded again and again, "Yeah, of course it's true, okay, let's go—"

The puppet let out a helpless sigh, "Okay."

Then the sound died away.

audience:..

What kind of drama is this?

A rational person finally came to his senses from these words, "According to Jingling Ling, do you want to pick an inheritor from these two people?"

"Does this mean that the Tianji Tower will disappear in the future?"

This sentence reminded the onlookers, "Are we going to witness history?"

"Don't, I haven't entered the tower yet!"

#天极塔可能不失产#, #今日者者怪成最后#, #密场给给最后花起哪家#, became hot topics and went hand in hand on the list.

Jing Ling seemed to have finally dismissed the difficult guy, her complexion relaxed, her expression changed, she cleared her throat and said, "I'm ashamed, ashamed, it's been a long time since this strand of consciousness has been separated, and I have developed self-awareness. Take care."

"Okay, let's get started."

After Jing Ling finished speaking, she lifted her clothes and sat down on the spot. Although the picture on the sky was divided into two, the movements of the "two" Jing Ling were exactly the same.

Qiu Wanxuan frowned, and said through sound transmission: "He wants to choose between me and Xia Churan?"

In the original book, there is no quota limit until the top floor of the Tianji Tower. Jingling will make a final decision until the final test of the seventh level is completed.

Mao Qiu rolled his eyeballs, "He didn't say he chose this level, did he?"

"And don't worry, making a contract is a two-way choice. Even if Jingling chooses you, it doesn't matter if you don't agree to him. At that time, you will still have to choose Xia Churan."

Qiu Wanxuan is worried, they have come to this point, and they have to make sure that both of them pass the test.

So he said to Jingling: "Why bother, I don't know how to tell jokes, why don't you just let me into the top floor?"

Jing Ling waved her hand, "Oh, no, no, we still have to go through the cutscene, it's very simple, as long as you make me laugh, it's considered pass."

Qiu Wanxuan's brows relaxed, and she immediately understood: this level is just a "transition", and Jingling didn't intend to screen people at all.

Jing Ling encouraged: "Come on, I'm easy to be laughed at."

"As long as you smile, you pass the test, right?" Qiu Wanxuan asked.

Jing Ling nodded.

Qiu Wanxuan's eyes flickered slightly, "But I don't know how to tell jokes, why don't you demonstrate it first?"

The other party seemed to be interested, his eyes lit up, he stood up and said, "Okay."

"Listen, why is one the laziest and the most industrious?" Jing Ling looked at Qiu Wanxuan expectantly when she said that, seeing him shaking her head slightly in confusion, she immediately said triumphantly: "Because one does not do the other! Hahaha !"

"Also, what kind of sword is transparent?" This time, before Qiu Wanxuan could respond, she asked herself and answered, "I can't see it! Hahaha!"

Jing Ling laughed so hard that the audience was already petrified.

It was as if a cold wind was blowing through the streets lined with onlookers and the canyon under the tower.

So cold.

"Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing? Why did I see this kind of thing in Tianji Pagoda?" Someone said in a low voice.

Qiu Wanxuan pursed her lips, "You laughed."

Jing Ling was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized: "That's right! You passed the test."

The corners of Maoqiu's three-petal mouth couldn't help twitching, "This thing is Xia Churan's royal gold finger? Is he leaving his IQ to the distraction of the puppet?"

Qiu Wanxuan nodded in agreement, "Very likely."

After the words fell, Jing Ling said: "Then I will send you to the top of the pagoda."

Qiu Wanxuan felt dazzled for a while, and then was dragged into the darkness by a force.

Half of the screen was extinguished in the sky, which meant that one of them had been sent to the seventh level.

After watching the whole process, Guan Ling took his strength and said, "Is this okay?"

Xu Yan was also stunned for a while, unable to speak.

Ru Zun put away the corners of his stiff mouth and laughed dryly, "On the other hand, they have already passed several super-difficult levels, so it's okay to come to an easier one."

Xu Yan pointed at the pitch-black half of the sky weakly, "Is this simpler?"

At this time the other side of the sky.

Xia Churan looked at the long table in front of him that almost spanned the entire room. From the beginning, there were brushes and inks, phonograph stones, lyres, and tambourines. The glass jar of the spirit beast, and many strange-shaped utensils with incomprehensible functions, extend to the end of the table.

Veins popped up on his forehead, and he said coldly, "I don't know how to do this."

Before the guardian puppet left, the two spirits in the picture still acted in unison like a mirror image, but when the two of them answered the question, they were completely different, as if split into two people.Jingling on this side was surprisingly not so easy to talk to.

"This is not acceptable. You must be serious about the level. You have overcome so many difficulties. Do you want to stop here?"

At this time, Qingluan in Xia Churan's mind yelled: "Master! You have the talent, you can read from the book!"

"Shut up." Xia Churan said.

Qingluan was aggrieved, "Then...how about Qingluan singing for Master?"

Xia Churan shook his head, only to see Jing Ling looking at him with a smile, and said seductively: "Choose, you can enter the seventh floor that no one has ever stepped on after passing this level, aren't you curious?"

Xia Churan wanted to say that seeing you suddenly stopped being curious after seeing this appearance.

But he still took a deep breath, walked to the pen and ink at the head of the desk, thought for a moment, then raised the pen and said: "You can draw anything?"

Jing Ling nodded, "Let me tell you, there is no scenery or beauty I have never seen before. If you choose to paint, it will be difficult to impress me."

In Xia Churan's mind, two shadows overlapped and overlapped, and finally merged into one person. His eyes darkened, and he said lightly, "Not necessarily."

After finishing speaking, he left a sum.

With the lessons learned from the past, when the audience saw Xia Churan's situation again, they suddenly felt a lot more normal.

Anyway, it's a question.

Anyway, Jing Ling didn't seem to want to let Xia Churan pass the test easily, which was quite different from Bai Xuan's situation.

It's just that in this way, on the one hand, Bai Xuan entered the invisible seventh floor, and on the other hand, Xia Churan was painting silently.

The wonderful level-breaking game came to an abrupt end, and suddenly became dull.

Someone groaned, "Let's go, let's quickly occupy a few geomantic treasures."

People realized that if Jing Ling really chose someone this time, chances would come when they were happy, so they dispersed in twos and twos.

The Mozun in Linbao Tower squinted his eyes, and after a long silence, he suddenly opened his mouth: "How many people are there at the exit?"

The shadow guard bowed his head, "Once the members of the Wanxiang Sect arrive, the previous ten roads will be safe."

Yin Zhou hummed softly, got up and said, "Let's go."

The shadow guard answered yes, and saw two figures disappear into the private room.

Qiu Wanxuan saw that she was standing in front of the huge courtyard. There were a large number of maple trees planted in a patchwork pattern, and the leaves were already red.The long corridors are connected by waterside pavilions, and there are pavilions and pavilions in the distance, and people dressed as servants come and go around.

There were chirping birdsong in my ears, and occasionally night owls were interspersed.

His eyesight was not high, and he looked down at himself. He looked like a half-grown child, dressed in bright yellow uniform.

He instinctively touched the sleeves, and the wide sleeves turned into tight arrow sleeves.

Needless to say, the furballs were gone.

Fortunately, the original book mentioned that the seventh level is actually the final test for candidates by Jingling, so this is probably a fantasy that tests the mind.

The fur ball is not the target of the assessment, so it will not appear in the illusion.

If he remembers correctly, this realm will keep repeating the most painful memories, falling into an infinite loop until the immigrant has a mental breakdown and is trapped in the illusion forever. The only way to get out is to find the owner of the realm in the illusion.

He observed the appearance of the courtyard and the communication of the servants, and guessed that this was probably the Fengmian Villa that Yin Zhou had mentioned before.

Some breeze blows on the face. Judging from the wind direction and temperature, it should be autumn. In addition to the red maple leaves, there are a lot of green plants in the courtyard. The breeze occasionally sends cinnamon to the tip of the nose.

From this, he judged that this place should be located in the south.As for the big family named Qiu in the south, he didn't remember mentioning it in the original book.

At this time, a voice came from behind: "Ah Xuan!"

Qiu Wanxuan was taken aback, this title...

He turned around and saw a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy running towards him, dressed in dark red satin, adorned with rings, and with the word "expensive" written all over his body.

He was taken aback. Although the other party's brows and eyes hadn't opened yet, it had already begun to take shape, and it was definitely a shrunken version of Yin Zhou.

The young man stepped forward with a happy face, and Qiu Wanxuan instinctively wanted to retreat, but it was like a specific memory, and he couldn't control his body at all.

He heard himself shout, "Ninth brother."

hiss..

Qiu Wanxuan's whole soul is trembling, this Demon Lord is actually my bamboo horse's setting and has not escaped.

The boy snorted, folded his chest and pouted, "If I don't come to you, you won't come to me? I've been imprisoned for so long, and you won't come to see me."

Little Yin Zhou was more than a head taller than him, so he judged that he should be around eight years old.

Xiaoqiu Wanxuan's voice was obedient: "Daddy said that the villa is looking for spies recently, so I can't run around. By the way, how did you get in? The whole village has been sealed off."

"What's the relationship between your father and my father? Can he still come in? And the more this is the case, the more he has to help."

Xiao Qiu Wanxuan nodded, "That's right."

"Have you found anything?"

Xiaoqiu Wanxuan shook her head, with a depressed face, "Daddy never told me that."

"But Longyuantan's restriction was broken, and the whole Zhuangzi was shaking that day, and I knew it even if he didn't say it..." His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a mutter.

Xiao Yinzhou patted his cheek, "It's okay, the adults will take care of it." After speaking, he took out a crystal clear amber spar and handed it over, "I used tiger crystal to grind it, and it was attached with sound transmission After a while, you can tie a net to make a sword tassel, or make it into a pendant to hang on your body, as long as you call me to it, no matter where I am, I will come out to see you."

Xiaoqiu Wanxuan took the spar, and the small mirror reflected his miniature face. Although it was not very clear, it could be seen that it was a flawless face without any scars mentioned in the original book.

So the wound on the original owner's face was not caused by the womb?

He was curious and wanted to see it more clearly, then he heard Xiao Yinzhou ask softly: "Is it pretty?"

Xiaoqiu Wanxuan nodded, "It's pretty."

"You look better." Little Yinzhou smiled brightly, not even a bit of the sinister aura that he had when he grew up to be a Demon Lord.

The two played and played until the afterglow of the setting sun fell on the courtyard, and even the glazed tiles on the roof of the hall were stained with a thin layer of red, intertwined with the maple leaves in the courtyard, intertwined into a ubiquitous warm orange.

Two tall men came out from the gate of the palace, and after exchanging greetings in the corridor for a while, one of the men in black uniform shouted: "Zhouer, come back."

The two children trotted forward, and Qiu Wanxuan felt herself fall into the arms of another man in a dark golden Taoist robe, raised her head and laughed: "Daddy."

Little Yinzhou refused to leave, Sapo rolled around for a while, but was picked up by the tall man.

With one arm, the man circled the flamboyant little Yin Zhou by his side, and said to Qiu's father, "The restriction needs to be strengthened several times. I'll come back in seven days. You should be more careful these days."

Qiu's father held Xiaoqiu Wanxuan in his arms to straighten him, stretched out his hand to stroke the child's bun, and nodded worriedly, "Okay."

Xiao Yinzhou was dragged away, until he reached the gate of the villa, he still turned his head three times a step, stretched out his hand and waved at Xiao Qiu Wanxuan, "Stone, remember to call me with a stone! I will come back in seven days!"

Xiao Qiu Wanxuan nodded and waved goodbye to the other party.

But the child did not wait until seven days, not even one day.

That night, he was awakened by the sound of fighting.

The flames shot into the sky outside the window, and he cried out in shock. He was hugged tightly by the wet nurse, the door was knocked open with a bang, and Qiu's father rushed in with a sword in hand, blood was still hanging on the hem of his clothes and the edge of the sword.

The child trembled with fright at that aura, Qiu's father stretched out his hand to grab the child's arm and hugged him tightly, and then went out the door, "Ah Xuan, let's go."

"Daddy, what happened?" The child cried and hugged his father's neck tightly.

Qiu's father didn't answer, but ordered the nurse to follow, and at the same time cast a spell to cover the child's eyes.

At this time, Qiu Wanxuan lost her vision, and could only hear the sound of fighting coming from all directions as soon as she went out, and at the same time, the air was filled with a pungent burning smell.

Although he couldn't see it, he could sense the overflowing murderous intent and chaotic aura.Before that, Fengmian Villa was full of spiritual power and pure, like a lake with unfathomable depth, but now the clear lake seemed to be disturbed by something, not only frenziedly set off a vortex, but also filled with bloody smell.

He could feel the child's extreme fear, and kept asking his father what happened with sobbing sounds.

He heard Qiu's father say: "You have to listen to the nanny and go with her to her mother's house in the human world to stay for a few days. When it's safe, daddy will come to pick you up."

After saying that, he was stuffed into a certain car, and after a jolt, the blindfold was removed, and he saw resentment written all over Qiu's father's face.

"Axuan, you have to be obedient." Father Qiu said, hanging a golden chain around the child's neck. At one end of the chain was a round metal box with a lid carved with delicate and complicated patterns. There is a thread of intertwined spiritual light lingering around the seams, like some kind of seal.

"Guard it with your life, understand? Don't lose it! It's here, and Qiu's house is here."

Qiu Wanxuan looked at Qiu's father through the child's eyelids, the man looked like a young man, even though his facial features were tightened due to eagerness, he could still be seen to be handsome and extraordinary.

The monk didn't show his lifespan, but he could see oldness and sadness from it. He had a premonition that this was the last time he saw Father Qiu's appearance.

The child was ignorant, and nodded in fright, "Baby... I understand, Daddy, don't go." As if sensing that the man was about to leave, the child tightly clutched Qiu's father's sleeve, crying loudly.

The wet nurse was holding him behind him, the woman was already terrified, she was in tears, but she managed to keep calm and comforted him in a low voice: "Ah Xuan is not afraid, the nurse is here."

Qiu's father took one last look at the child, gritted his teeth cruelly, pulled away a pair of little hands that were holding him, and exited the car without looking back.

The door slammed shut, locking the heart-piercing cries of the child and the sobbing of the woman in the narrow compartment.

The three spirit beasts spread their wings and soared into the sky under the protection of Qiufu's heavy shield wall.

The author says:

Xia (serious): The simpler it is, the more mysterious it is.

Qingluan (excited): Really?Where is the mystery?

Jing Ling (with a smile): The mystery is that I really don't want to wait any longer! !

Qiu: ... Is there a possibility that the author can't think of a question?

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!