After 600 years of sword sacrifice, my aunt returned to the world

Chapter 22 Some Familiar Plots

Shu Nong opened his eyes.

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

It's an illusion.

The whole pagoda is full of monster energy, but there are no monsters on this floor. The first hurdle they face should be the illusion set by some elder.

It's a mental puzzle.

As they exchanged cups and cups, pushed cups to exchange cups, and talked happily over the wine, what appeared in front of Shu Nong's eyes 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. While shaking, the wine poured out from the glass, leaving an obvious mark on the table.

Shu Nong tilted his head to look at the people at the banquet.

In the illusion, except for the two of them, almost everyone had smiles on their faces. They held up their wine glasses and laughed loudly: "Celebrating——a hard-won victory, celebrating the killing of Demon Lord Wu Jie."

The man surrounded in the middle smiled a little, and people kept coming forward to congratulate him.

Thank him for protecting the safety of the people here, and congratulate him for making such contributions, the future is limitless, and the road ahead is bright.

An old man with full head of white hair came forward holding a wine glass, walking steadily, step by step, the monks around the man all looked at him, the smiles on their faces faded, and the brows and eyes were a little dyed. Heavily, tacitly made way for the old man.

"Old."

The surrounded man immediately picked up the wine glass on the table, and stepped forward, the smile on his face disappeared. Like the others, he had a somewhat heavy and sad expression, but it took only a few steps forward. , A few tears fell slowly from his eyes.

"Look, why are you crying?" The cup in the old man's hand lightly touched the palm of the man's, making a crisp sound, and his wrinkled hand lightly patted the man's shoulder, "You are rushing at the expense of your own safety?" Entering the enemy's camp, cut off Wu Jie's head after a narrow escape, eradicating evil for the world and protecting the common people's peace, he is an example for the monks in 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 righteousness, and secondly, to congratulate you on earning a bright future."

The man lowered his head, and didn't notice that the wine was pouring from the rim of the cup. He slowly raised his eyes to look at the old man, his eyes flushed: "Cheng Lao, about Yunniang—"

"Oh——Wen Ye." The old man interrupted him, his eyes fell on Wen Ye's flushed eyes, and his smile was a little weak, "I didn't come to make you sad, today's banquet is for celebration, Yunniang is for The world lives and dies—”

"I'm not sad." He said, his old voice was a little 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, Everyone, just forget about it for now, otherwise, I should feel that I should not have come."

As soon as his voice fell, someone immediately echoed him.

"Yes." The man said, "Old Cheng is right. Miss Cheng's achievements will be remembered by everyone in the world, and no one will forget her name for tens of thousands of years in the future."

"As expected of a family who taught a character like Miss Cheng, Cheng Boss is righteous—"

"Old-"

Compliments continued, and the old man seemed really happy. After rubbing his eyes, he raised his wine glass, and he didn't refuse anyone who came. He drank one glass after another.

Shu Nong watched coldly, and suddenly sneered, feeling that the plot seemed familiar.

Yan Chang'an came over with his wine glass, sat down opposite Shu Nong, and said in a low voice, "There is no danger in this pass."

He guessed Jing Hong's intentions. He probably thought that Shu Nong entered the trial tower for the first time, so the first level only put her into the illusion that almost only tested brain power, and let him be in the same place. Layers, easy to take care of, play a role in making her adapt.

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

Shu Nong's eyes moved to his face, she spilled the wine with one hand, and there was only half a glass left, she didn't care much, took a sip, although she didn't taste anything, she still frowned, and asked casually: " Is this easy?"

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

"Huh?" Shu Nong couldn't taste the taste, and was worried about his drinking capacity, so he put down the glass and picked up the tea on the table, a little puzzled, "Isn't this just a puzzle?"

Yan Chang'an thought about it seriously, and replied: "Because most of the monks who entered the trial tower came here to improve their actual combat ability and cultivation."

The restrictions on the first floor are not strong, they don't even need to use their brains, they can break through directly by brute force and enter the next floor.

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

Yan Chang'an had never heard of anyone seriously breaking the first floor by solving puzzles.

Shu Nong understood what he meant, and said "oh" in understanding, put down the teacup, propped his chin and watched Wen Ye talking with Cheng Lao, and said with great interest: "I think it's quite interesting."

She glanced at Yan Chang'an: "If you want to go up a few floors, you can go first."

She told Yan Chang'an to leave whenever he wanted, but how could Yan Chang'an really leave.

Since she thinks this level is interesting, Yan Changan naturally cannot use brute force to break through the restrictions on the first floor in order to leave, otherwise the level will be forcibly broken through at that time, and she has not seen the subsequent plot, so maybe she will do something nonsensical thing to come.

Anyway, Yan Chang'an was not in a hurry.

He shook his head: "No rush."

The voice fell, and before Shu Nong answered anything, there was a sudden commotion in the banquet center, the crowd dispersed quickly, and panicked discussions arose everywhere, Shu Nong and Yan Chang'an looked over together, and saw the fallen man from the panicked crowd. On the ground, a man rolling all over the floor, with blood gushing out of his mouth.

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

A medical practitioner walked up to the man in a few steps, and just squatted down to support the man's shoulders, stopping him from continuing to roll, when the man suddenly grabbed his wrist, frightened and begging, begging intermittently: "Save, save me—help me...I don't want to—"

dead.

It's a pity that before he finished the last word, he completely lost his strength. His right hand, which had been strained so hard that the veins bulged, suddenly fell from the doctor's wrist, his head tilted, and he lost his breath completely.

Suddenly, several exclamations erupted from the crowd.

Wen Ye threw the wine glass away, quickly pushed aside the crowd, squatted down and looked around, with an anxious and worried expression on his face, he called softly, "Brother Lin?"

The people on the ground did not respond.

He paused, and immediately used his spiritual power to investigate, only to find that his body was filled with dead energy, his spiritual power dissipated, and there was no possibility of waking up.

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

Wen Ye immediately asked: "Have you found anything?"

(End of this chapter)