Create a sandbox world

The discussion in the teahouse continues, but the talk is too scattered. Although it can sort out some information, it still makes it difficult to establish a clear impression of the practitioners of this era.

"You still have to ask someone to ask." Lin Tuo thought, hearing someone in the teahouse leave and get up.

Not long after, a tea guest, who was mostly a scholar, put his hands together, walked out, and walked towards the nearby alley, seeming to be returning.

Lin Tuo's heart moved and jumped up.

After a while, in the long alley.

The scholar humming an inexplicable tune suddenly felt that his shoulder was clasped by a strong hand. He turned around blankly, and looked at the stranger in the cloak behind him in shock:

"You...what are you going to do?"

"Ask something, is it convenient?"

"inconvenient?"

"Yep?"

"Convenient... what do you want to ask?"

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Twenty minutes later, in Lishan's study.

Sitting in the chair, Lin Tuo closed his eyes as if sleeping and opened his eyes, and saw that there was a porcelain bowl on the desk, with the lid on, and a pair of bamboo chopsticks neatly placed beside it.

Opened, it was a bowl of hot plain noodles sprinkled with coriander, a few slices of oil, and two eggs lying on it.

Obviously it was sent by Huaxi, and he probably saw him "sleeping" without interruption.

Lin Tuo was indeed a little hungry, took a bite of his chopsticks, and sighed in his heart:

In addition to reading, Huaxi seems to be quite talented in other fields...Well, I feel that he has the potential to become an exclusive cook...

While eating the noodles, Lin Tuo put away the messy thoughts in his mind, and he was eating while thinking about business.

Through the inquiry, he has got a basic understanding of Shengguo's situation.

Similar to the description on the run log.

The so-called "Qin Tianjian" is the official monk organization established by the imperial court of the Dasheng Kingdom. It regularly passes examinations, recruits "supervisors" from across the country, trains them internally, and then fills them to the Shengguo local or military level.

Set up martial arts grade internally.

The lower nine products are the lowest, and the last one is the highest.

Generally speaking, those who can enter the Qintian Supervisor basically reach the eighth rank.

However, the division of the entire system is somewhat unclear. It seems to be calculated based on comprehensive data such as power speed...

"It feels a bit similar to the one that Yangcheng Cultivation Hall is making..."

Lin Tuo smacked his lips and swallowed half an egg.

The highest official position of the Qintian Supervisor is "Jianzheng". Generally speaking, the lowest is also the strength of the third grade, which is enough to guard the capital and prevent the demon clan from invading.

At the same time, he also learned that, compared to monsters, human coping methods seem rather monotonous.

What is passed on inside the Qin Tianjian is a set of body training methods that Wang Tiefu, the leader of the Demon Slayer Army, had learned throughout his life when the Sheng Kingdom was still a vassal state more than 600 years ago.

Although it has been changed several times over the past 600 years, the basic thinking has not changed.

Most human monks are practicing methods, vomiting the vitality of the world, blessing the martial arts, and using them to confront the enemy. The high-level martial arts are extremely powerful, but they are not as "rich and colorful" as the way of change of the monster race.

"Could it be that in the past few hundred years, humans have not realized the skills similar to spells?"

Thinking of the information collected, Lin Tuo couldn't help muttering.

Well, it should be like this. If there is a magic technique, the scholar will not fail to mention...

However, Lin Tuo was not too disappointed. With reference to the No. 2 sandbox, mankind's mastery of spells is a long and accidental process. It cannot be said that there is also the "credit" of the "nuclear explosion" in the wasteland...

Although there are similar "spells" in this world, it seems to belong only to demons. Thinking about it this way, demons and Huaxi evolutionaries and Hathaway's wizards are obviously more similar.

Moreover, the spell itself is not what he needs now. In contrast, the martial arts level cultivation in this world is very similar to his current situation.

The same is to absorb the ether, and the same is to bless the martial arts.

This made Lin Tuo a lot of expectations for the warriors of this world.

"Well, after eating, I will try the strength of the Shengguo Peak Martial Artist, hoping not to let me down." Lin Tuo swallowed the remaining half of the egg and secretly made up his mind.

As for the goal... he had already decided.

That was the "Jianzheng" of the previous generation of Qintian Supervisor, who had resigned, the protagonist in the story of the storyteller.

He is also the strongest practitioner on the mainland in this era, the first-rank Wuzong-Wang Xundao.

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Different from the time point in reality, in Sandbox No. 3, it is summer.

On the mainland, everything is in full bloom, when the vitality is strongest and the weather is the hottest.

The Dasheng Dynasty is located in the center of the mainland, and the capital is located in the north-central part of the Shengguo.

It is the largest city in the mainland.

To the east of the capital, more than ten miles away, stands a beautiful peak.

This is the so-called Dongshan.

Dongshan has beautiful scenery, close to the imperial garden, and there are few people at its feet.

But there are a lot of classical buildings on the mountain, pavilions, pavilions, bluestone paved roads, clear springs, if the season is right, there are clouds and mist floating over the top of the mountain.

It is a good view near the capital, but it is a pity that few people dare to approach it.

Because the entire capital city, and even the entire world, people know that this Dongshan is home to the strongest martial master on the mainland.

At this moment, under the bright sun, next to a pool, in the pavilion, two people are playing chess against each other. In the distance, a large group of Gong'e guards are standing quietly.

A man in the pavilion was dressed in a bright yellow robe, with compelling aristocracy. About forty years old, he was actually the emperor of the Dasheng Kingdom.

The other person, surprisingly an old man, simply wore a blue-and-white robe, with white hair and beard, but his eyes were clearer and more dignified than the pool on the side.

"Pada. Your majesty's chess power is getting more and more refined, and the old is invincible." Suddenly, the old man smiled and confessed.

Opposite, the Emperor Shengguo smiled bitterly: "Master Wang is making fun of me again. This release of water is too obvious."

"Haha," Wang Xundao smiled, "Your Majesty manages everything every day, naturally there is no reason for this to be a waste of mind. You must know that chess is like martial arts. Only by focusing on one can you be more diligent."

After saying this, the mainland's number one martial arts master suddenly felt a sense of melancholy.

Concentrate on one... This is indeed the creed on which he has been famous for most of his life, but at this moment, it seems somewhat ironic to tell the emperor on the opposite side.

After thinking about it carefully, a few years ago, I left the Qintian Supervisor, faded out of the view of the capital, and came to Dongshan to live in seclusion, so that I could meditate, concentrate, and seek a breakthrough in spiritual practice.

But in the past few years, how can I be "concentrated on one"?

However, this seems to be an unsolvable problem.

Hundreds of years ago, the legendary "monster slayer" passed down the Taoist method, and the monks rose up. People finally mastered the way to breathe vitality and gained the ability to fight against the monsters and gain a foothold in this world.

Over the past six hundred years, generations of "monsters slayers" have also been trying to find breakthroughs to open up a "road to the sky" for the monks in the world.

However, from the time when the country was unified and established, the way of martial arts seems to have stalled.

Countless talented and stunning people have been stuck on the so-called "level" of the first rank, and they can only make up for it by quantity.

However, quantity is not the right way after all.

Wang Xundao, who came to the founding of the Dasheng Dynasty, was the fastest promoted and the most talented monk.

High hopes were placed on him, hoping that he could break the bottleneck of "refining the body" and find a path to top of the first grade.

He also thought that he could do it.

But it wasn't until he finally set foot on the first-grade upper level and pushed away the clouds and mist, that he finally discovered how majestic the wall blocking his head was.

No matter what he tried, he couldn't shake it.

This time made him wonder whether there is still a "road" ahead, perhaps, the first product is the end that humans can reach.

In order to find an opportunity for breakthrough, he even traveled all over the country, competing with monks from all walks of life, and even stepping into the wild, fighting against the powerful monsters, but he still couldn't.

In the end, he even told the world altogether, offering a reward at a sky-high price, and openly seeking challengers. However, who would dare to challenge a first-class martial artist?

As a result, no one has responded to this so-called "fighting" for more than ten years.

Later, when I left from the Qin Tianjian, on the one hand, he was old, and more importantly, he wanted to find a quiet place and think carefully.

You can ask yourself whether the so-called "submerged cultivation" is another kind of escape?

Thinking of this, Wang Xundao's smile faded away, and he sighed deeply.

Opposite, Emperor Dasheng knew the crux of his heart, but he didn't know how to persuade him, so he changed the subject and said:

"By the way, coming to Dongshan today, apart from relaxing, there is one more thing. This summer's martial arts test is about to begin..."

"No!" Wang Xun said while pulling the chessboard.

Emperor Dasheng smiled helplessly: "As long as you show your face, you can go and go back. The Qin Tianjian martial arts test the world's attention. Everybody with a heavy weight always has a little meaning."

Wang Xundao raised his two slender eyebrows and looked at the nominal king, his disciples and friends in private, and he was about to refuse again.

Suddenly, at this moment, as if feeling something, his expression moved slightly, and he turned to look down the mountain.

Immediately, I only heard a little noise coming from there:

"who?"

"Stop him!"

"How did he get in?"

Amid the noise, I saw a figure in a black cloak stepping up the mountain without delay.

Behind him, on the long mountain road, the royal guards at the foot of the mountain and the strong Qin Tianjian were hurriedly catching up along the mountain road.

They were not worried that the emperor would be in danger.

Because everyone knows that Wang Xundao is standing next to the current saint.

In this world, no one is the opponent of this first-class martial artist, neither can humans nor demons.

What they worry about is only the charge of disturbing the holy driver.

In addition, there are many doubts:

Under the eyes of everyone, the entrance of the mountain road was tightly sealed, how did the man in the cloak quietly break through their blockade?

However, this doubt has not been answered yet, and everyone heard a voice from the mountain that looked like thunder:

"Who are you?"

That was the First Grade Wuzong, Wang Xundao was asking questions.

Just a word made people horrified, blood rushed, and people almost subconsciously stopped, raised their heads, and looked at the mountain in admiration.

Then, they heard a clear, gentle voice that rolled over Dadongshan like a spring breeze:

"Are you Wang Xundao? I heard people say that I am here to accept the fight. Well, I'm here to challenge."