Immortal Cultivation Simulation, I'm Not a Bad Woman

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She walked away silently, afraid that others would find out that she actually knew such an idiot.

The mountain is very high.

But those who can come here are all people who have practiced body building.

In the Dayan Dynasty, he would be a second-rate or first-rate martial artist.

Crossing mountains and rivers is naturally no problem.

Climbed for a long time.

Everyone climbed to the top of the mountain one after another.

Only then did I realize there was a hidden gem here.

Because there is a floating big temple on the top of the mountain. It cannot be seen when looking up from the bottom of the mountain. It can only be discovered when climbing to the top of the mountain.

The temple can accommodate tens of thousands of people!

The little fat man wiped the sweat from his forehead, opened his arms, and laughed:

"Is this what it feels like to be on top? It feels so good."

"Look, Miss Lu, that's the official road we came from. It seemed quite wide then, but now it seems as thin as a chopstick."

"And there, the three of us once took shelter in that dilapidated temple. Now it looks like we are just like ants."

"Look at the examiner standing on the stage again. Wait, isn't that Miss Wu?"

The little fat boy couldn't suppress his joy and looked around at the edge of the dojo.

Pointing here, now pointing there.

But when he turned his gaze back to the dojo, he suddenly discovered that there was an acquaintance standing on the stage.

So familiar...the three of them had just been separated for only half a day.

Lu Zhiqiu looked in the direction of the sound and couldn't help but be surprised.

Isn’t that person on the stage Wu Mengyu?

Wu Mengyu obviously noticed her as well. He smiled and nodded at her, then went about his own business.

Soon, nearly a thousand people gathered in the dojo.

Wu Mengyu, dressed in yellow, flashed and flew lightly into the air, with his toes touching the flying sword.

She said loudly:

"Welcome everyone to the Jian Ji Sect's new member recruitment trial."

"I am the chief examiner of this trial, Wu Mengyu. If you can enter the Jian Ji Sect in the future, I will be your senior sister."

Plop.

The little fat boy slumped on the ground, his face pale.

His lips moved and he murmured:

"How could this be? She's the chief examiner, and she's also my senior sister?"

"So, I was showing off to the examiner that I bribed the sect's disciples and obtained the exam questions?"

He could already foresee it.

I was about to be thrown down the mountain and broken into eight pieces.

Lu Zhiqiu was also a little surprised.

She had long noticed that Wu Mengyu had profound cultivation and was a Qi-cultivating cultivator.

But she still thought that Wu Mengyu was from another sect and came to watch the ceremony, or was a disciple who had been away and returned to the sect.

But I didn't expect that she was actually the examiner herself.

However, she did not worry too much about it.

She felt that since Wu Mengyu didn't say much at the time, she probably wouldn't mind the discussion she had with the fat boy about the trial questions before... right?

In the dojo.

More and more people.

The sky gradually darkened and night fell.

Everyone waited in a daze.

until a certain moment.

"It's midnight. Latecomers will not be allowed to enter the examination room."

Wu Mengyu smiled slightly.

A flick of his sleeve.

The candidate who was still struggling to climb the mountain path was suddenly lifted up by the wind and fell steadily to the bottom of the mountain.

Their faces showed a strong sense of unwillingness.

It’s just a little bit more!

But unfortunately, rules are rules.

When Lu Zhiqiu saw this scene, he was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Wu Mengyu's words reminded her of the whistle and prompts she always heard every time she took an exam in her previous life on Blue Star.

then.

Wu Mengyu snapped his fingers again.

At this time, the eight thousand candidates standing in the dojo saw a red silk strip cutting through the sky, then gathered into a ball, emitting a clear fluorescent light.

Light up this midnight temple.

Beside Wu Mengyu, a middle-aged man coughed twice, ran his finger across the storage ring, and summoned an archway engraved with mysterious Taoist patterns.

"I'm Deputy Examiner Lan Jian."

"Inside this is the illusion where one's mind can be measured. Please proceed in an orderly manner."

The man put his fingers together to form a sword.

Immediately, two golden lights appeared on the dojo, which could accommodate five people in a row. It was obvious that five people were to enter the illusion in a group.

It can be seen that this man is also a Qigong cultivator.

But in Lu Zhiqiu's perception, she was weaker than Wu Mengyu. No wonder she was the chief examiner and this man was the deputy examiner.

and……

Isn’t the first level to touch the spiritual roots? Why is the second level brought forward?

As if sensing Lu Zhiqiu's confusion, Wu Mengyu coughed twice on the stage, smiled at her, and explained:

"The Sword Extreme Sect has considered this carefully in recent years and has realized that it is not a good idea to first evaluate candidates based on their spiritual roots. This way, those with poor talent but strong character will be rejected."

"So the order was changed, putting the spiritual roots level last."

"If someone's character and swordsmanship are truly outstanding, even if their spiritual roots are weak, we can consider taking them in for training."

"This is a test of your mind and nature, so you all must grasp it well."

When everyone heard this, they were all happy.

This made them more motivated and they secretly resolved to perform well when their character was examined later.

Unfortunately...it backfired.

Groups of people, when entering the illusion, rubbed their hands in anticipation, full of ambition and confidence that they could conquer all the men, women, young and old they saw in the illusion.

But he could only come out sighing.

What's worse, he rolled on the ground crying, obviously unable to accept his poor performance in the illusion.

This made Lu Zhiqiu feel moved.

According to what the little fat man said before, this illusion is not too difficult even if you don’t know the questions in advance.

Is it so scary?

An hour later.

Finally it was Lu Zhiqiu's turn.

She and five other people including the fat boy lined up and entered the illusion together.

Main World: Chapter 6: What is the grade of the 120 Qinguan Swords?

A flash before his eyes.

Lu Zhiqiu found himself in a simple small town.

Suddenly, I smelled the fragrant aroma of noodles.

It turned out that there was a noodle shop in front of us. There were many people sitting in the shop, slurping steaming hot noodles.

She rubbed her shrunken belly.

I couldn't help but walk forward quickly, find a seat and sit down, then wave to the boss.

"Girl, would you like a bowl of noodles?"

"We're near the sea, and we're rich in flying feather fish. They're perfect for making soup, especially when made with the craftsmanship passed down from my family. The taste is truly authentic!"

The proprietress was a middle-aged woman in her forties, and she looked at Lu Zhiqiu with a smile.

Lu Zhiqiu smiled and nodded politely:

"Okay, then a bowl of fish noodle soup."

"Okay, wait a minute, girl!"

The proprietress left quickly.

Lu Zhiqiu sat in the lobby, looking around and sizing up the diners nearby.

She always felt that she had forgotten something.

Especially when surrounded by the aroma of fresh fish soup, this feeling is particularly strong.

Did you forget about the fish?

Lu Zhiqiu tried to contact Zhaoshishu and check the people around him.

[This person is a figment of an illusion, and his life story cannot be deduced]

See the display of the Book of Omens.