Silas Lin and the Lost City of Souls Chapter 10

"Fellow Taoist doesn't seem to like talking," the system said.

Silas Lin: "...Hmm."

"To practice Taoism, you need to be calm. It's also good not to talk." The system still said with a smile.

Silas Lin quietly listened to the system praising him.

Except for his master, he has never been praised by anyone else, and it felt a bit strange for a while.

The system closed its eyes and meditated. After a few breaths passed, it opened again and sighed: "It was supposed to be the second trial, allowing fellow Taoists to discuss Taoism with others, but this trial failed." The person who is suitable for discussing Taoism with fellow Taoists is a stick-up man who is obsessed with love. I am afraid that fellow Taoists will not be able to talk to him no matter what. "

After that, before Silas Lin could speak, he continued: "He only wants to argue, and you don't like to talk. It's boring to think about it. I'll make the decision for the time being, so as to avoid this test of fellow Taoist."

Silas Lin didn't get what he asked for, so he said, "Thank you very much."

He knew very well that he was not good at speaking. He was not good enough to talk to normal people, let alone discuss the truth with a good person.

It’s also interesting that this system can directly eliminate the need for a trial.

The system stood quietly on the top of the mountain, wearing a wide robe with big sleeves and fluttering robes. He was very immortal and said: "The third test is morning. It is the early morning weather now. Fellow Taoist, please start."

Lin accidentally saw that he had a three-foot-long sword that was completely black on his waist.

The shape and pattern of this sword was very familiar to him - it was the one he used to use.

He looked at himself and saw that he was wearing a very simple white robe, which was also the dress of the old Japanese master.

It turns out that this "Shangling Dreamland" can reflect what people are thinking in their hearts. When they are cultivating immortals, the clothes they wear and the sword they use will all appear in the dreamland one by one.

As soon as he thought about it, the sword disappeared again. He thought about it silently in his heart, and after a moment, it appeared again.

The system laughed: "Fellow Taoist really loves to play."

Silas Lin stopped playing and drew his sword out of its sheath.

The long sword in the dark scabbard was also cold and dull, and the texture was quite heavy. It would have been difficult for a little fool to pick it up, but after all, he was in an illusion, so he felt much more relaxed.

Silas Lin had not touched a sword for two months since he came to this world, but the feeling of the sword in his hand was still very familiar.

The system said: "Fellow Taoist, please draw your sword."

Silas Lin raised the tip of his sword diagonally as a starting gesture. He had already thought about it two months ago. In the third trial, he would practice a set of basic swordsmanship called Canghailiu. This swordsmanship did not have many weird and tricky moves, and was very fair and peaceful.

Silas Lin didn't want to recall what happened next.

After completing a set of sea currents in the morning light, he clapped his hands and praised: "The sun is rising and the sea is rushing. It's really a good weather."

He finished practicing a set of "Canghailiu" at dusk and praised systematically: "The sunset is about to sink, all the rivers return to the sea, and the Taoist spirit is friendly."

After he finished practicing a set of Canghailiu in heavy rain, the system continued to praise: "The wind is fierce and the rain is blowing, but the sea neither rises nor falls, Taoism is friendly and open-minded."

...

God knows, he was practicing the same set of swordsmanship without any change in his moves.

When the twelve realms of morning, dusk, day and night; spring, summer, autumn and winter; cloudy, clear, rain and snow were completed, the system sighed loudly: "Fellow Taoist, your swordsmanship in these twelve realms is over." , I can’t see the difference anymore.”

---You can see that there is a ghost.

Silas Lin honestly replied: "There is no difference."

If we must tell the truth, he lacks some sense of aesthetics. He has been withdrawn for a long time and is very insensitive to things outside. He has no feeling for the rain, rain and snow.

Since he didn't even have feelings, let alone integrate the perception of external objects into his swordsmanship, that was something he couldn't do even if he tried his best.

Therefore, he chose Cang Hailiu, a neutral and peaceful sword technique, and practiced it twelve times in an attempt to get through.

If he didn't get through the test, he would have to go home and recite the elixir formula, and apply to the Academy of Arts next year to refine elixirs.

He was a little uneasy, but he didn't expect that after the system sighed, he said thoughtfully: "There is always a way in heaven, but what about you? That's right, with your way, you don't care about these external things in the first place."

I'm not, I don't.

Silas Lin had no expression on his face and said, "Everything you said is right."

The system said: "In that case, you should leave quickly! It's hot outside, be careful of heatstroke."

Silas Lin thought for a while and asked, "Can I enter the academy?"

The system said: "Fellow Taoist, your basic skills are very good. You must be a disciple of a famous and upright sect who has cultivated immortality since childhood. The Taoist heart is rare and rare, so there is no need to worry."

Silas Lin looked at the system's sincere eyes and felt a little embarrassed.

The system said that he was rare, but only he knew that he didn't even know whether he could become an immortal. Only by going to the Academy could he grasp the slim hope of changing his qualifications.

He asked: "Is the number of people in the Academy fixed every year?"

The system said: "Not necessarily. As long as you are talented and can keep up with the Academy's courses, no matter how many, the Academy will always want you."

Silas Lin breathed a sigh of relief. In this way, he would not occupy other people's places, saving possible trouble in the future.

The system said: "The exit of the dream is not here, you come with me."

Silas Lin followed obediently down the mountain and left the login interface at the top of the mountain. At the bottom of the mountain was a ferry, separated by a river, and the mountains on the opposite side were rolling and undulating, with some vague buildings.

"When fellow Taoists enter the academy, you can go over there." The system propped up a bamboo raft at some point and said warmly: "Come up here."

Strange to say, it was clearly morning at the top of the mountain, but it was night at the bottom of the mountain. The night was desolate, and the river was filled with mist. The system supported the pole as it flowed down the river. Within a moment, it sailed into the confusing white mist. Lin Ru felt that the sky was spinning, and his whole body The relaxation and comfort were gone, and I felt the hot and stuffy air outside.

He opened his eyes, and it was almost noon. This frail body had been in this place for a long time. He was dizzy and felt unspeakable discomfort. He wanted to go to a shady place aside - what was hateful was that his own Li Yafei's wrists were tied again, tied in several knots that could not be untied no matter what.

When Barnaby Li woke up from the illusion, he saw that Silas Lin beside him had taken in more air and less out.

Barnaby Li shouted: "My little ancestor!"

The little ancestor was panting slightly, and he was not quite awake.

Barnaby Li dragged the person to the shade, but there was nothing he could do for a while. Fortunately, Tobias Li woke up quickly. They dragged the person outside the venue and drank a large bowl of mung bean soup, and Silas Lin slowly recovered.

Silas Lin: ...

This physique is really hateful, and he will almost die before leaving the army.

Seeing that he was back to normal, the two brothers breathed a sigh of relief, took the donkey out, and prepared to go home.

Barnaby Li said: "Brother Ji, how did you do in the exam?"

Tobias Li shook his head: "The immortal who took my exam advised me to work honestly at home from now on and not to bother myself this time."

Barnaby Li said "Hey", with an excited expression, he slapped the donkey's head hard: "What do you think I did?"