In the study at Lishan, Lin Tuo sat quietly in a wicker chair, overlooking the etheric line that had clearly begun to differentiate. Some of them had stayed or turned back, while others were still continuing.
"Qin Tianjian has a lot of people in the team, but it will definitely be less and less in the future. Well, those scattered ones are easier to lose."
Lin Tuo commented in his heart, his eyes were suddenly attracted by a thick etheric line.
He poked alone on the wasteland, far away from the Qintian Supervisor's team, and it was not clear whether it was a great demon with a deep cultivation base or a human powerhouse.
After thinking about it, Lin Tuo didn't go over and watch it.
after all:
"If you can persist, you can meet sooner or later. If you give up halfway, there is no need to meet."
Yes, even if this "Waste Trial" was not designed by him deliberately, it was just a convenient method, but Lin Tuo would never regret those who gave up halfway.
This kind of person, even if they donate spell books to them, there is a high probability that they will not achieve much.
Shaking his head, Lin Tuo stopped watching, turned his head and urged Huaxi to work again.
...
Next.
The fourth day.
The fifth day...
Lin Tuo didn't even enter the sand table anymore, just observing, and the etheric line that went on was greatly reduced.
On the evening of the fifth day, Lin Tuo thought for a while, adjusted the downwind direction and gear for a short time, then put his hands in, and forcibly moved a large cloud from the south of the sand table.
Stack together and gather at high altitude to avoid being blown away quickly.
...
at the same time.
Above the wasteland, the monks walking silently against the wild sand suddenly discovered that the wind had dropped a lot.
Not only that, but they soon discovered clouds that were gathering quickly from high altitude.
"The wind is getting smaller!"
"Look, those clouds..."
In the queue, Lu Tang listened to some voices from the front, and they were all the strong Qintian Supervisors with advanced cultivation.
The high-intensity trek for five consecutive days, against the sandstorm, was extremely difficult even for the monks.
Especially, when entering the fourth day, the team ran out of the last bit of water.
There was no fresh water supplement along the way, so when I was resting, I collected and chewed the plants on the wasteland to obtain juice.
The juice was naturally extremely bitter and very few. Lu Tang almost vomited out the first bite he took, but after all he gritted his teeth and endured it.
If you are lucky and can catch some beasts on the wasteland, then it is extremely lucky.
The long journey, exhaustion of physical strength, and consumption of will have also screened out most candidates.
According to Lu Tang's observation, up to now, only one-tenth of the original candidates can still keep up with the queue.
Moreover, most of them are almost reaching their limits.
"If you continue like this, you will die of thirst before you are exhausted." Lu Tang thought vaguely, but his legs moved forward numbly and heavily.
At this moment, he heard those voices in front of him, and his somewhat chaotic mind became sober. He raised his head and was shocked to find that countless clouds of clouds were coming from all directions.
The speed is extremely fast, which is by no means normal.
"Sure enough... Extraordinary power exists in this wasteland!" As soon as this thought came up, the cloud above his head turned black, and then...
"Crack!"
A fierce lightning flashed, and then there was a thunder explosion.
Lu Tang found that almost all the people around him shook subconsciously, and he did the same. This was instinct, the fear embedded in the depths of his body by life's instincts towards the might of heaven.
However, when thunder passed by, and big drops of rain fell, this fear turned into joy!
"water!"
"It's water!"
"It's raining!"
The candidates with numb expressions next to them seemed to "live" for an instant, using hoarse voices, and their chapped lips shouted excitedly.
"Pattern..."
When the wet raindrops hit Lu Tang's dust-covered face, traces of mud were instantly washed away.
Water... He opened his mouth almost instinctively, raised his head and continued.
The examinees beside him, and even some of the Qin Tianjian masters also made similar moves.
"Wow--" The heavy rain was torrential and the cold wind was blowing, and the surrounding scenery seemed blurred. Those rare and low plants also stretched their branches and leaves, trying to absorb the grace of rain and dew.
Soon, Lu Tang's clothes were soaked, but he didn't realize it. Some candidates around him fell to the ground, lying on their backs, in a large font, and there was an order to rest in front of the team. .
The front of the queue.
Wang Xundao was also looking at the sky, the wind and sand in the last few days, this first-grade grandmaster also looked particularly embarrassed, his body was covered with dust, and at this moment, it was turning into mud.
However, his eyes were extremely bright, and his originally slightly sluggish spirit quickly recovered in the heavy rain.
"Crack—"
An electric light illuminates the world.
Vaguely, he seemed to see a huge black shadow on the horizon ahead.
"The heavens and the earth are abnormal, and there really is a miracle above the wasteland." He muttered to himself, his whole body vigorous, blowing away the rain.
At the same time, dozens of miles away.
On a certain hill, the white-haired demon sitting cross-legged also stared ahead, the electric light in his eyes flickered, vaguely, as if showing the shadow of a huge tree.
After a sandstorm that lasted for five days, it rained in the wasteland at this dusk.
...
"In this case, it should be possible."
Leaving the mountain study room, Lin Tuo silently looked at the dangling rain, knowing that soon, these forcibly restrained clouds would disperse, but the muddy ground would also hinder their speed.
This can of course be a test, but it can't really kill so many people of thirst.
...
The sixth day.
The heavy rain dissipated and the storm reappeared, but because of the rain, there was less sand and dust in the wind, which finally made Lu Tang feel much better.
A heavy rain also restored the team's energy and continued to move forward. However, surprisingly, many candidates decided not to follow.
The reason is also very simple.
For one thing, I followed the team before to ensure that I could live. After all, although the masters of the Qin Tianjian were cold towards them, they would not just watch people die.
However, after this heavy rain, the problem of drinking water was solved, which also gave more confidence in leaving the team.
Secondly, according to the rules of previous Wushu exams, all candidates can be admitted to the first tenth of the exam, and if you stop now, there is a high possibility that they will be admitted to the Qintian Supervisor.
And continuing to follow, although it will make the ranking higher, but it will also increase the danger. After all, the further you go, the fewer companions.
In addition, the physical fitness of most examinees has reached the limit, unable to keep up with Wang Xundao's speed.
Regarding this, Lu Tang knew it well, he didn't say anything, just kept following up in silence.
At this time, there were only 20 or 30 candidates in the team.
The destination is still far away.
...
The seventh day passed in a flash.
When it came to the early morning of the eighth day, when Lin Tuo woke up from his sleep and opened the door to leave the house, he was blocked by Huaxi with big dark circles next to him:
"Teacher! I...I have finished translating!"
When she said this, Huaxi was full of excitement like collapse.
Seven days.
Do you know how I came here these seven days?
Translation, copying, typesetting, drawing... Every time an error occurs, a whole page must be repeated.
I can’t get up soon at this job, an oversight, I have to rework if I copy a wrong word, Huaxi feels that he has not written more than seven days in this life.
Hmm...This is not an illusion. After all, paper and pen are precious things in the wasteland. Although Lin Tuo was forced to learn to write seriously after he came to Lishan, he has never worked so hard.
"Oh? I'll take a look at the first draft." Lin Tuo was shocked when he heard it, and hurried to check it.
Well, in order to reduce errors, the number of words on each page is not too much, so there is a huge pile of handwritten paper.
Lin Tuo looked through it and exclaimed in his heart, thinking that it was pretty good except for the ugly words.
Fortunately, it was written with a pen. Even if it is ugly, it is not the same style as the calligraphy system of the Dasheng Dynasty.
"Very well, you have worked hard, go to sleep, see if your eye circles are dark."
Lin Tuo rubbed Huaxi's hair and smiled.
"Yawn~" Huaxi was reminded by this, sleepiness surged up, he laughed, and went back to the house to sleep after receiving the praise.
As for Lin Tuo, he took the manuscript back to the study, scanned, printed...The main reason was that the input method was not in the Shengguo font library, otherwise it would not be so troublesome.
In the study.
After scanning and finishing with the notebook computer, Lin Tuo watched the printer and began to spit out pdf files one by one, and his eyes also turned to the sand table.
Well, under his unremitting obstruction, the Qintian Supervisor's team was still a long way from the destination, and the rest of the scattered monks almost stopped.
On the contrary, the extra-thick etheric line that had been paid attention to before remained in the first line, even faintly, moving faster than the Qin Tianjian.
"Really tough." Lin Tuo sighed, raising his hand to cut off the power of the small fan.
The preparations have been completed and there are not too many people left, so this is no longer needed.
...
At the same time, the team above the wasteland found that the eternal wind had finally stopped.
"The wind stopped?"
"what happened?"
Everyone couldn't help but stop, and they were even a little uncomfortable. In the team, Lu Tang, who was already embarrassed and could not see the noble spirit, felt the resistance that was slowly disappearing in front of him, and he was a little confused:
Why did it stop?
Could it be that what happened?
Thinking about this, he couldn't help raising his head and looking forward, and as the storm ceased, the distant world covered by wind and sand slowly cleared.
Before the wind and sand, they couldn't see the front clearly.
You can only rely on the compass of the Qintian Supervisor and move forward in accordance with the direction of the star map.
"what!"
"what is that?"
"Look!"
In the exclamation, Lu Tang was momentarily stunned, and his eyes suddenly widened, staring at the scene in disbelief:
I saw that as the wind and sand fell, on the horizon in the distance, stood a very tall giant tree that connected the sky and the earth.
This immediately caused a disturbance in the team.
Although the world is still in an era similar to the Han and Tang Dynasties, at least it also knows the truth of "near big and far small".
No matter how big the mountain is, it is far enough away, and it looks extremely small.
But at this moment, the giant tree in front of everyone is very far away, but it is so huge. Doesn't it mean that its original height is even higher than the highest mountain in Shengguo?
how is this possible?
This is definitely not something that can be born in the world.
unless……
Lu Tang suddenly moved his heart and looked at the monk who was in charge of finding directions.
I saw that the monk had already unfolded the map in his hand, and used the instrument to locate and calculate. After a while, he excitedly shouted:
"It's there! The location marked on the star map is in that area!"
His voice was a little distorted with excitement.
All the way before, although everyone kept walking, they had no doubts in their hearts and worried that they could not find a specific location. After all, the star map was not as careful.
Worried even more, and finally arrived and found nothing.
Until this moment, when the wind and sand stopped, they finally saw the giant tree, no doubt in their hearts, and the whole team was filled with excitement.
"The wind and sand have stopped, speed up and set off!" Wang Xun's voice rolled over the team and walked forward first.
However, although the giant wood was cleared, Lu Tang understood the proverb "Wangshan ran to death" as he set foot on the journey.
Fortunately, without the wind and sand, the journey is indeed much easier.
In an instant, the seventh day passed.
Then came the eighth day.
ninth day.
...
When the time came to the afternoon of the tenth day.
The Qintian Supervisor's team finally arrived under the "Giant Wood".
In fact, as early as a day ago, they stepped into the shaded area.
However, the branches and leaves of the landscape trees are not very luxuriant, so in the gaps, there is still a large area of sunlight that will not be completely dark.
At this time, there were only a few dozen people left in the entire team, and fewer than ten candidates were left. Even the elite of the Qin Tianjian were missing.
Part of them stayed, together with those who stopped, to resist possible dangers.
Lu Tang was in the best condition among the remaining candidates, but he was so tired that he was about to fall, only relying on a will to support him.
I didn't notice that his feet were no longer the hard soil of the wasteland, but the fine sand... and even his vision was a little fuzzy.
Feeling the sound of the wind passing through the huge and incomparable leaves, he saw a clear, blue lake appeared in front of him, and several green leaves as big as ships floated on the lake.
On the shore of the lake, under the huge wood, there seems to be a simple wooden house standing.
The wooden house is really not good-looking, but it looks extremely dusty in this mysterious land.
Suddenly, the door of the wooden house was pushed open.
A teenage girl dressed in a black cloak and no hood, Yomo walked out, and seemed not too surprised to look at Wang Xundao, the powerhouse of Qin Tianjian, and Lu Tang. Several candidates.
There was a little bit of resentment in the black and white eyes.
The team stopped, and the embarrassed, refugee-like crowd headed by Wang Xundao looked at the girl in awe:
"I'm waiting to come to Kyoto from grand prosperity..."
"I know." Huaxi didn't show Wang Xun's face at all, and interrupted. Her accent was still the Shengguo dialect of six hundred years ago. It fell in everyone's ears, and it was naturally understandable, but with a trace of ancient rhyme.
More mysterious.
"Teacher knows that you are coming, and have been waiting since morning," Huaxi said somewhat unkindly, then turned her head amidst the doubts of everyone, looked at the wooden house behind her, and shouted in a clear voice:
"Teacher, here they are."
In the next second, Wang Xundao, Lu Tang and others saw a figure pushing the door and slowly walking out.
