Chapter 268

The vision was dim, the blood river rolled, and the ropes swayed.

Lin Shuyu stood steadily on the rope, and as her clothes fluttered, she also looked at Heng Xian. Her autumn-water-like eyes first examined him, then revealed a trace of confusion and doubt.

Heng Xian immediately turned his head and looked at the ancient white-clothed scholar who appeared directly in front.

The scholar looked at him with a smile.

It was not just this scholar in front of him, all the scholars on the ropes were looking at the people on their respective ropes.

But they were just smiling and looking, without any other movement.

A hearty man from the Tyrant Sect not far away couldn't help it and cursed: "Not doing anything, just looking at us and smiling, wouldn't they be fools?"

As soon as the words fell, the scholar in front of him asked: "Where do you come from?"

The voice was ethereal, as if coming from outside the sky.

Everyone looked over simultaneously.

The Tyrant Sect man's face was stunned, then he pondered for a moment. This question was really not easy to answer, so he tried to say: "I come from... another place?"

The scholar shook his head: "Vulgar, heart has resentment, full of lies, should be killed!"

As soon as the words fell, the Tyrant Sect man's body stiffened, and a shrill scream came from his mouth.

Only to see a cyan flame start to burn from his heart, and in the blink of an eye, it burned all over his body.

"Junior Brother!" Jiang Ruyan shouted, making a move to rescue.

However, she only had time to raise her hand, and the man turned into a pile of ashes, drifting and falling into the blood river.

"Who says the achievement of becoming an immortal is late, don't let the God Palace keep the honor in vain!"

The scholar recited a poem vaguely and dissipated with the wind.

"Junior Brother..." Jiang Ruyan extended her hand, at a loss.

The sect disciples all around were silent.

No one could guess why these scholars would suddenly speak, and what answers they needed.

The Tyrant Sect man's sentence "I come from another place" seemed to have no problem at all, but he was killed. This was too harsh and incomprehensible.

At this time, a female disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect looked at Wang Ling and said: "Senior Brother Wang, these scholars come from ancient times, and they seem to pay attention to the benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, faith, loyalty, filial piety, fraternity, festival, forgiveness, courage, and concession of Confucian scholars. If we answer truthfully, what will happen?"

"Shut up!" Wang Ling scolded.

Before figuring out the origin and logic of these scholars, the best choice is to let other sect disciples wade through the water first.

However, it was too late.

The scholar in front of the Spirit Sword Sect female disciple asked: "Where do you come from?"

The Spirit Sword Sect female disciple was stunned for a moment, clasped her fists and said: "I come from the outside world, I am here to seek opportunities and practice to become an immortal."

The scholar sighed: "Shallow fortune, too greedy, poor character, should be killed!"

"You..." The Spirit Sword Sect female disciple widened her eyes, her expression terrified, and she made a move to retreat. After retreating two steps, a little cyan flame burned from her heart and quickly burned all over her body.

Soon, flesh and blood were scorched and shattered, turning into fly ash.

Wang Ling seemed to have a good personal relationship with this female disciple, subconsciously extending his hand, but could only watch her turn into fly ash, so he gritted his teeth and breathed desperately.

No one spoke, all sides were silent, the whole river surface, only the sound of blood water and the sound of empty ropes swaying.

After a long while, Huangfu Taiqing said: "This is heart fire, traceless, as terrifying as inner demons, don't look directly into their eyes, don't mention their existence, otherwise it will automatically trigger dialogue!"

The crowd immediately moved their eyes away from the scholars.

Ye Hongxue said: "But... we have to come up with a chapter, right? Is it just going to be consumed like this?"

Yu Qiuyi thought over and over again, and said: "Know yourself and know the enemy, you can win a hundred battles. Is there anyone present who is good at reading ancient books and knows the rules of ancient scholars?"

A group of people looked at each other, speechless.

In the cultivation world, talent and cultivation are respected. Those with profound cultivation are stunning, and their names resound everywhere. Not only are they the darlings of the sect, but they can also bring glory to their ancestors. Even if they cannot become immortals, their lives are brilliant!

Who would take limited lifespan to study those boring and boring ancient books?

At this time, Lin Shuyu said softly: "Ancient great scholars, with Confucianism as education, respect immortals and gods above, loyal to kings below, govern the people with techniques, and cultivate virtue, filial piety, benevolence, and righteousness themselves."

"This... still don't understand!" Ye Hongxue said in a daze.

He Bizhi had been thinking, but also had no clue. At this time, he put his gaze on Heng Xian, who was standing silently, and shouted: "Cat-faced man, you are good at seeing through trials, why are you silent now?"

Yu Qiuyi's eyes flickered, and she also said: "That's right! Along the way, you are familiar with various rules, which makes us very impressed. Why are you silent now? You shouldn't be... uncultured, right?"

For a time, everyone looked at Heng Xian.

Niu Wanli, Ye Hongxue, Du Qiyue, Jiang Ruyan, and the group looked at each other, and there was a glimmer of hope in their hearts.

Lin Shuyu, who was nearby, was also watching Heng Xian, her eyes still carrying a trace of examination and doubt, always feeling that this "cat-faced man" was somewhat familiar, just... the mask and bamboo hat covered his appearance, and his aura and words and actions were very strange.

Heng Xian had no emotional changes. The unnutritious aggressive methods of these people were useless to him. He was actually waiting, waiting to see if these sect disciples had a way to pass.

The result was very disappointing.

He was too lazy to wait any longer, and walked straight toward the scholar in front.

The scholar looked up slightly at him, just about to open his mouth.

Heng Xian preemptively asked: "Why do you block my way?"

"Uh..." The sect disciples were all stunned.

The "cat-faced man" took the initiative to ask the scholar?

Can it still be like this?

Not afraid that this ancient scholar would get angry and kill him with heart fire?

There was no cyan flame on Heng Xian.

The ancient scholar replied obediently: "Entrusted by others, loyal to things, I am waiting for a predestined person here!"

Heng Xian asked: "What is a predestined person, what is a non-predestined person?"

The scholar clasped his fists and said: "Heart has high ambitions, raise hands to herd all people, becoming an immortal is my wish, fighting horses and fighting the sky. The rest are vulgar, this is a path of no return, should be killed!"

This sentence is not a poem, but the meaning is expressed very clearly.

You must be a very awesome person to pass.

It is hard to say what the standard of this "very awesome" is.

The sect disciples looked at each other.

However, Heng Xian almost didn't think, and said: "Coming from the White Jade Capital, immortals receive longevity, here to seek opportunities, fighting horses and fighting the sky, if I cannot pass, the rest can be killed!"

"Walking in the Qi Dynasty, one step and one lotus!"

The scholar laughed, stood up, and disappeared in a flash.

Heng Xian breathed a sigh of relief.

These scholars are a strand of ancient remnant souls, playing tricks and showing off here. To pass them, it is actually very simple, master the right to speak and the rhythm of the dialogue, and make up a rhyme to convince them, that's fine.

That is, you have to take the initiative to speak and chat with them. If they can't talk to you, there is no problem.

But once they ask questions first, no matter how you answer, it is impossible for them to be too satisfied, and you will die.

As for the sentence before the scholar disappeared, it is really useful!

Watching Heng Xian easily handle the scholar, Ye Hongxue, Shen Qiong, Du Qiyue, He Bizhi, and other sect disciples not only had no joy, but were full of confusion.

They were all thoughtful people, but how Heng Xian handled the scholar just now made them a bit confused.

Didn't understand.

Huangfu Taiqing looked at Heng Xian and said to the crowd in a deep voice: "Master the right to speak, take the initiative to speak, guide the dialogue, argue with them about immortal opportunities and immortal fate, and gain trust!"

Yu Qiuyi also said: "But be careful when answering, don't be careless, don't drop the rhythm, let them lead the rhythm, it's still death, this cat-faced man is really cunning!"

Saying that, the scholars in front of the two were preparing to ask questions, and the two immediately preemptively asked questions.

(End of chapter)