Chapter 22 Some familiar plot

Author: Ming Weiwei

Chapter 22 Some familiar plot

Shu Nong opened his eyes.

I don't know which floor this place is in the trial tower. She and Yan Chang'an are at a banquet.

It's an illusion.

The entire tower is filled with demonic energy, but there are no demons on this floor. The first level they face should be the illusion set by an elder.

It's a puzzle that tests your brain power.

As they exchanged glasses of wine, exchanged glasses, and chatted over the wine, what appeared in front of Shu Nong and his wife were four large characters written in rich black.

"Find the murderer".

Shu Nong casually picked up a wine glass from the low table in front of him and played with it in his hand. As he shook it, the wine poured out from the mouth of the glass, leaving an obvious mark on the table.

Shu Nong tilted his head and looked at the people at the banquet.

In the illusion, except for the two of them, almost everyone had a smile on their face. They raised their wine glasses and laughed loudly: "Qing - hard-won victory, Qing Demon Lord Wu Jie was killed."

The man surrounded by him was smiling a little, and people kept coming up to congratulate him.

Thank him for protecting the safety of the people in this area, and congratulate him for making such a contribution. The future will be limitless and the road ahead will be bright.

An old man with white hair came forward with a wine glass in his hand. He stepped forward step by step with steady steps. The monks surrounding the man all looked at him. The smiles on their faces faded, and their brows were stained.

Heavily and tacitly made way for the old man.

"Growing old."

The man surrounded immediately picked up the wine glass on the table and took the initiative to step forward. The smile on his face also disappeared. It was also like the others, with a somewhat heavy and sad expression, but it took only a few steps to walk forward.

, a few tears slowly fell from his eyes.

"Look, why are you crying?" The cup in the old man's hand gently touched the man's hand, making a crisp sound. His wrinkled hand gently patted the man's shoulder, "You rushed regardless of your own safety.

Entering the enemy camp, narrowly escaping death and beheading Wu Gai, eliminating evil in the world and protecting the peace of the people, this is an example for monks all over the world."

He raised his head and poured a glass of sake into his mouth, and said with a smile: "I'm here, firstly, to thank you for your generosity, and secondly, to congratulate you on your future."

The man lowered his head and did not notice the drink pouring from the edge of the glass. He slowly raised his eyes to look at the old man, his eyes red: "Cheng Lao, Yun Niang's matter——"

"Oh - Wen Yi." The old man interrupted him, his eyes fell on Wen Yi's red eyes, his smile was a little weak, "I'm not here to make you sad. Today's banquet is to celebrate your achievements, and Yun Niang is here to celebrate your achievements."

All people in the world live and die——"

"I'm not sad." He said, his old voice was hoarse, and he tilted his head and coughed twice, "People in the world will remember her achievements. Today's banquet is to make everyone happy. Yun Niang's matter,

Please forget about it for today, otherwise I will feel that I shouldn’t have come.”

As soon as he finished speaking, someone immediately echoed him.

"Yes." The man said, "Mr. Cheng is right. Everyone in the world will remember Miss Cheng's achievements. No one will forget her name for thousands of years to come."

"As expected of Cheng Jia, who has taught a person like Miss Cheng, the righteousness of Cheng Lao——"

"Growing old——"

The compliments kept coming, and the old man seemed really happy. After rubbing his eyes, he raised his glass and drank one glass after another.

Shu Nong looked at it coldly and suddenly sneered, feeling that the plot seemed familiar.

Yan Changan came over with a wine glass, sat down opposite Shu Nong, and whispered: "There is no danger in this level."

He guessed Jinghong's intention. He probably thought that Shu Nong was entering the trial tower for the first time, so he only put her into an illusion that almost only tested her brain power in the first level, and then put him in the same place.

The layer makes it easier to take care of and plays a role in allowing her to adapt.

"This should be the first floor of the trial tower." He continued, "After passing this level, you have to face the demon directly."

Shu Nong's eyes moved to his face, and the wine spilled on her hand, leaving only half a glass. She didn't pay much attention and took a sip. Although she didn't taste anything, she still frowned and asked casually: "

Is this easy to pass?"

Yan Changan was silent for a moment: "I can't say for sure."

"Huh?" Shu Nong couldn't taste the taste and was not worried about his ability to drink. He put down the wine glass and picked up the tea placed on the table. He was a little confused, "Isn't this just a puzzle?"

Yan Changan thought about it seriously and replied: "Because most of the monks who enter the trial tower are here to improve their actual combat abilities and cultivation."

The restrictions on the first level are not strong. They don't even need to use their brains. They can break through and enter the next level by relying on brute force.

Therefore, although the illusion on the first level is simple, most monks who come here will not choose the first level and go directly to the upper level.

Yan Changan has never heard of anyone seriously cracking the first floor by solving puzzles.

Shu Nong understood what he meant and said "Oh" as if he understood. He put down the tea cup, propped up his chin and watched Wen Yi and Cheng Lao talking over there, and said with interest: "I think it's quite interesting."

She glanced at Yan Changan: "If you want to go up to a few floors, you can leave first."

She told Yan Changan to leave whenever he wanted, but there was no way Yan Changan could really leave.

Since she found this level interesting, Yan Changan naturally couldn't use brute force to break through the first level of restrictions in order to leave, otherwise the level would be forcibly broken. She didn't see the subsequent plot, so she might do something ridiculous.

Things are coming.

Anyway, Yan Changan is not in a hurry.

He shook his head: "There's no rush."

After the words fell, before Shu Nong could answer anything, there was a sudden commotion in the center of the banquet. The crowd dispersed quickly, and panicked discussions spread. Shu Nong and Yan Changan looked over together, and saw the fallen person among the panicked crowd.

A man was rolling on the ground, with blood pouring out of his mouth.

The monks who reacted quickly pushed aside the crowd: "Get out of the way!"

A medical practitioner walked up to the man in a few steps. He squatted down to hold the man's shoulders and stopped him from rolling. The man suddenly grabbed his wrist tightly, frightened and pleading with his face, and begged intermittently:

"Help, save me - help me... I don't want to -"

die.

Unfortunately, before he finished speaking the last word, he completely lost his strength. His right hand, which was so intense that veins bulged, suddenly fell from the doctor's wrist, his head tilted, and he completely lost his breath.

Several exclamations suddenly erupted from the crowd.

Wen Yi threw the wine glass away, quickly pushed aside the crowd, knelt down and looked around, with an anxious and worried look on his face, and softly called out: "Brother Lin?"

There was no reaction from the people on the ground.

He paused and immediately used his spiritual power to explore, but only found that his body was full of death energy, his spiritual power dissipated, and there was no possibility of waking up.

The doctor opened the man's mouth, revealing his teeth stained with blood.

Wen Yi immediately asked: "Did you find something?"
Chapter completed!