"No need to be restrained. I'm just an illusion." The old man clearly closed his eyes, and seemed to be able to see Li Xianyuan's movements.

"This is the first level, I only have one question. If you answer correctly, you can go to the second level."

"Please tell me." Li Xianyuan still bowed and did not neglect.

The old man nodded and pondered: "If the monks in this world are like demons, killing each other for their own interests, and their fellow disciples fight each other for spiritual stones and pills, what should you do?"

"We are decent rather than demonic. What is the difference between such behavior and demonic power!"

"Naturally, it is to punish evil and eliminate evil and maintain the prosperity of the world."

"If you really get to that point, the Heavenly Court will definitely not ignore it. Senior, what you said are false words."

"Cultivating the truth is also cultivation. If you reach that step, it means that human nature is evil. So what can I do, and how can I deal with this panic world. I can only hide in a place where no one is, and I will not fight with the world."

"So cruel is for the devil's way. Of course, it is to kill without mercy. If you see one kill one, you will kill one, and if you see two kill one pair."

At the same time, in countless fantasies, countless old men asked countless same questions to countless trialists entering the tower and got countless answers.

As one of the countless illusions, Li Xianyuan thought about it and replied: "People can be as humble as dust, not as twisted as insects."

The old man seemed to hear something interesting, his eyes slightly opened a thin slit and he chuckled: "It's so wonderful. This first layer will be over."

A flash of eyes, and the next moment, he returned to the nameless tower, and countless people sat cross-legged around him and participated in the trial.

Li Xianyuan rubbed her but she had not recovered yet, and her legs were swollen, and she got up and walked like a second-story staircase. It took only a dozen breaths from the time he sat down to the time he got up.

"So fast?" Some people who noticed him couldn't help but exclaim. They didn't know magic, so naturally they couldn't know what happened in the illusion like the elders and guardians of the Chunyang Sect. They only saw Li Xianyuan sitting down, and in a few blinks of eyes, they got up on the second floor.

After going up to the second floor, it is still wide and the number of people is not too small. I think there are not many people in the first level.

Find a place to sit cross-legged by the stairs and cushions. In the next breath, Li Xianyuan suddenly appeared on the stone bridge and sat cross-legged. Pedestrians around him came and went, and no one paid attention to him, who was acting strange.

Looking around, the embankment willows drooping, the flowing water on the small bridge is sparkling, and the pastoral scenery is beautiful.

Li Xianyuan stood up and patted her body without dust. She walked to the bridge and focused in the distance for a moment, then turned back her eyes.

Then I saw a hunchbacked old man sitting on the bridge, dressed in tatters, and a pair of exposed-hole cloth shoes under his feet.

When the old man saw Li Xianyuan, he reached out to take off his shoes, threw his broken shoes under the bridge, and then said to Li Xianyuan: "Boy, bring my shoes up."

Li Xianyuan turned around and walked down the bridge. The stream was gurgling, not deep in ankle. The broken shoe was stuck between the two stones and was not washed away by the water.

I stepped down the shore and stepped into the crystal stream, and the coldness spread throughout my body. This illusion was lifelike, as if it was true.

The lake water was not in a hurry. Li Xianyuan walked to the lake for more than ten days, bent down to pick up his shoes, returned to the bridge as usual, and put the shoes back in front of the old man.

"Put it on me." The old man said again.

Li Xianyuan paused slightly, squatted down and held up the old man's right leg, putting on his shoes.

The old man nodded, took off his shoes, and threw it into the stream under the bridge.

This time there was no blockade of stones, and the broken shoes were floating and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The old man was content with ease and said slowly when he could no longer see his steps: "Take my shoes."

Li Xianyuan stared at him with black eyes and pondered for a moment, turned around and walked in the opposite direction, ignoring the old man.

Before he walked far, the sound of talking around the streams and birds chirping suddenly disappeared. Li Xianyuan turned his head and saw all the pedestrians standing quietly. The child kept running, and the dark sacked man's forehead was covered with sweat beads, and his feet were stumbled, and he would fall down in the next breath. The sparrows tilted his head and stood quietly on the branches, and the stream under the bridge stirred up water droplets condensed in the air.

Everything was stopped.

Turning his head to look at the old man, he was still sitting by the bridge, rolling his trousers, barely dirty feet, and chuckling his hands. He was also the only person who could move except Li Xianyuan: "It's not foolish and good, nor did he deliberately do his best to do his duty because of the trial, which goes against his nature."

Turning back, Li Xianyuan walked back onto the bridge, met a strong man on the way and straightened his body slightly, and came to the old man.

The old man looked up and stared at Li Xianyuan.

"You have passed this second level, please go up to the third floor."

As the words came to an end, everything around him suddenly recovered.

The voice of speech returned to the surroundings, the children ran away, the sparrows jumped on the branches, and the water on the stone was gurgling, flowing into the Qingxi River. The strong man with sack staggered under his feet, stood up straight, breathed a sigh of relief, wiped off the sweat beads on his forehead, supported the sack on his shoulder, and continued to walk.

Witnessing all this, the next moment, Li Xianyuan's consciousness returned to the nameless tower and sat cross-legged in the futon.

Li Xianyuan pondered slightly. He did it according to his nature, and happened to be in the second level of the way and passed by luck. But if there was really such a foolish and kind person, or someone who was very kind in his heart, ran away and kept picking up shoes, what would he do?

Li Xianyuan glanced around and sat cross-legged. Someone kept getting up from the cushion, either excited or disappointed, going upstairs and downstairs. He thought to himself.

Perhaps this nameless tower spirit can really see through people's hearts.

Get up, Li Xianyuan stepped onto the steps and climbed to the second floor.

"Look, he's going up again!"

"This time I spent half a cup of tea, and the speed slowed down. It was much faster than the others."

According to the word of mouth, a small group of people have noticed Li Xianyuan. Two personal disciples appeared, but not many people have accepted them as disciples with reputation. What's more, it is said that Li Xianyuan has very poor qualifications. Even so, even if there is an elder willing to accept them as disciples, he must have extraordinary talents.

The only strange thing is how he showed it. The first level is just a question, and you can pass it easily as long as you don’t have any brains. Even if there are shocking words, it will not lead to the two elders appearing to accept disciples.

There are some possibility of the second level. Everyone in the world has fear, and cultivators are no exception. Why are these people who have not entered the immortal sect? But now the difference is obvious. Li Xianyuan has not obtained gold particles. So how should he behave in the second level? Could it be that he got a bunch of gold particles and sent them all out? How big is this to act like this?

As for some family relationships...

It is even more impossible. The old man with black and white gold patterned Taoist robe said clearly before that he was not qualified to accept disciples. If he really had an old friend entrusted him, how much hatred would he say that.

Ning Jiya always smiled and stared at the scene inside the spell, her beautiful eyes and eyelashes were looking forward to what she thought.

Not knowing what the outside world has done for the time being, Li Xianyuan stepped onto the third floor of the nameless white jade tower.

The third floor can finally feel smaller than the two floors downstairs. At least you can see the tower wall at the end of your sight from afar.

This layer of cushions is continuous and endless. Less than a thousand people sit around the stairs, which is quite spectacular.

From then on, the number of people has dropped sharply by half. If you want to go up, you can't see this scene.
Chapter completed!