As a result, it is possible to achieve success.

"The shadow of the voodoo doll falls."

"Little swordman!"

"what is this?"

The shadow of the long sword fell.

"Ah, this... this..."

Hong Butian sucked in a breath of cold air and frowned. What was this? It didn't seem to be mentioned in the pre-study materials. This, this...

"Whatever it is, it must be a sword!"

"Congratulations! You have successfully passed the first test!"

The voice that rang out became passionate: "The answerer, Hong Butian, you are one step closer to joining our Wujing Sword Sect!"

"call……"

Hong Butian let out a long sigh, his eyes shining brightly, he was getting closer and closer to his dream!

Although Xiaoyang and Xiaoli had achieved unexpected success in the Five Elements Sect and could enter the Sect at any time as long as he wanted, he still wanted to come here and try to see if he could enter the Wujing Sword Sect with his own abilities without having connections!

what?

Is the Great Elder of Yaowang Sect also a relationship?

That’s okay!

Hong Butian's heart beat faster and his face was full of determination. He had already decided that if he couldn't succeed this time, he would go back to his hometown... and become a relative of someone else!

Cough cough, um, you can't give up on your dreams, brother and sister also have good intentions, you can't let them down, right?

Yes, that’s right!

Hong Butian, who has already found a way out for himself (crossed out) and is ready to fight to the death, is fearless at this moment!

"Although I understand your excitement, you need to relax."

The ethereal voice spoke again: "Your talent and physique have been tested before, and you are above average, which meets the standard.

Just now, the test was whether you were willing to stick to your original intention. Well, even though I repeatedly used wrong answers like "spear" and "hammer" to mislead you, you didn't fall for it and told the truth by pointing out that they were swords. You also passed the test!"

Hong Butian: “…”

Can we fast forward? Can we skip this part of the plot? He doesn't want to listen to this guy's nonsense anymore!

"Ahem, um, the second test is perseverance!"

The ethereal voice got to the point: "A qualified sword cultivator should have the awareness to practice day after day without sleep, not be disturbed by the external environment, and only have his own sword in his eyes. Only in this way can he become a powerful sword cultivator with great achievements!"

"Perseverance? It's the same as what Senior Sister Zhao said..."

Hong Butian lowered his head, full of confidence. He had plenty of perseverance!

As for external interference...

Ah!

Thinking about how Hong Butian had been practicing hard every day over the years, two guys had been eating, reading novels, and sleeping next to him, laughing and chattering, and occasionally even fighting. It was like putting him on a construction site, but didn't he persist as always?

“The requirement is to practice for five days. During this process, you may be stopped at any time, or you may be intentionally disturbed.

But remember, you can only truly stop after hearing the word "no realm". Any stop in your practice before that will be considered as failure!

The one who is being tested, Hong Butian, do you understand?"

"understand!"

Hong Butian nodded heavily. It was only five days. The practice was gone in a flash!

…………

However, at this time, in the underworld, Hong Butian’s two younger brothers and sisters had different ideas.

"Oh my God!"

Hongli cried out in grief.

"Earth!"

Black Sun wailed.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Meng Po sighed helplessly. Was it her illusion? Why did she feel more tired after having two helpers?

"So what? You ask what's wrong?"

Heiyang's eyes widened and he pointed at the non-existent watch on his wrist.

"Fifty minutes. We have been working for a full fifty minutes and we still can't get a break. Isn't this exploiting our labor force?"

"Ah! I can't hold it anymore~~"

Hongli's face was pale, revealing a look of being a beauty with a tragic fate, weak and sickly, with kidney deficiency and cold body. She coughed twice.

"Ahem, I feel like my brain is roaring, my eyes are black, the world is turning upside down, my steps are weak, my legs are weak, my waist is sore, my arms are sore, and I can't even feel my hands!

Oh, my God! My hand! Where is my hand? I can't feel it!

Heiyang, help me find out where my hand has gone!"

"Damn it, I'm sorry Xiaoli, I can't do this anymore!"

Heiyang covered his eyes in pain: "Just now, I was blinded by the high-intensity work pressure. Now I can't see your beautiful face clearly!"

"Oh! How could this happen!"

"Don't be afraid, Xiaoli, as long as we are still together..."

"From now on I will be your eyes and you will be my hands!"

"Ah! I am so touched! A friend in need is a friend indeed. Xiaoli, you are truly my angel!"

Madam Meng: "..."

Hei Yang: "..."

Hongli: "..."

"that……"

Hongli asked tentatively: "Grandma Meng?"

"Just, after watching our performance, ahem, no, I mean, after watching our true feelings..."

Heiyang frantically said: "Don't you have any feelings?"

"..."

Meng Po didn't know how to answer for a moment. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly: "What can you feel?"

"At once……"

Heiyang showed a funny expression: "Don't you think of giving us a break?"

"What I mean is..."

Hong Li added in a low voice: "Just let us rest for ten days or half a month, preferably until we leave..."

"..."

Meng Po couldn't help but rolled her eyes and pointed at the dead souls on the Naihe Bridge outside the pavilion.

"I don't know if you can take a break, but this guy is about to vomit out the Meng Po soup he just drank after watching your performance..."

Heiyang, Hongli: "???"

"Hey!"

Meng Po suddenly turned her head to look at the dead soul, pointed the soup spoon at him, and said murderously: "Don't spit it out, swallow it back, understand?!"

"Uh-huh, gurgle-gurgle, ahhhh..."

The dead soul pinched his neck in pain, his body was saying “No, I’m going to vomit”, but his mind was telling him “If I vomit, I’m done for!”

For a moment, he was in a dilemma, his soul and body were shaking. He gritted his teeth, swallowed it down suddenly, then bent over and squatted on the bridge, retching.

"Another bowl, please. I can't forget to clean it..."

Hongli, Heiyang: “???”

"Hey! What the hell do you mean?"

Heiyang looked unhappy and couldn't help shouting, "You are deliberately looking for trouble, right? Even if our performance makes you sick... Bah, I mean, even if your stomach is not good, you should feel better after drinking the warm soup!"

"That's right! Why can't you finish one bowl? Who do you think you are? Are you special?"

Hong Li bared her teeth and clawed: "Granny Meng, I think this guy must be a spy of the hostile forces. He is definitely not a good person. I suggest you investigate him thoroughly. No... I suggest you throw him directly into the Forgotten River! Ouch!"

"Pang! Bang!" There were two sounds. Meng Po looked at the two naughty kids touching their heads with aggrieved looks on their faces, and silently took back the soup spoon.

"He was choking, so the effect was just a little slow. The most profound memory was not completely erased for a while..."

Meng Po rolled her eyes and continued to scoop soup and pass the bowls: "Next, those outside should hurry up. We were delayed for a while just now."

"What about us?"*2

"You two go take a rest..."

"Wuhu! Long live grandma!"

"..."

Meng Po frowned and fell into deep thought.

"Come to think of it, my 10,000th birthday must have passed a long time ago...

I remember that the King of Hell seemed to have given me a day off that day?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 237 The International Convention on the Rights of the Child defines a child as any person under the age of 18 years…

"Hooah!"

Under Meng Po's vigilant gaze, Heiyang Hongli put all the small stools they had moved out back into the storage bag, reached in, and felt around carefully.

What kind of work are you going to give her again?

Meng Po frowned and found that things were not simple.

Heiyang took out a broom and Hongli took out a dustpan, and they swept the non-existent dust on the ground of Mengpo Pavilion.

What are you sweeping? Mengpo Pavilion is much cleaner than your broken broom, right?

After confirming that there was no dust on the ground, Heiyang and Hongli looked at each other and took out a mattress from the storage bag, then another mattress, and another mattress...

The mattresses were folded up and covered with sheets. The two of them rolled onto the sheets from each side, rolling around with intoxicated faces until they collided in the middle, bounced back, looked up side by side, and kicked each other.

A large quilt was unfolded and wrapped around the two of them, forcing them to squeeze towards each other, pressing the edge of the quilt under their bodies to cover themselves, and placing a large soft pillow under their heads to ensure that their posture was in the most comfortable state.

Then, the black shadow Hongli folded his hands on his chest, lay flat on the "bed", closed his eyes, and died peacefully, cough cough... fell asleep peacefully.

The boy and girl have a serene and comfortable expression. When they close their eyes, their dead eyes disappear, allowing the eye to shift to the other four features on their faces: delicate, beautiful, and dazzling.

Even Meng Po had to admit that these two naughty kids were really pretty when they closed their eyes and mouths. They were quiet and lovable, just like two sleeping beauties, ahem…

Even the resentful souls wailing and screaming in the Forgotten River seemed unwilling to destroy the tranquility and became cautious, fearing to disturb the two.

For a moment, the surrounding atmosphere became harmonious and beautiful...

"Bang! Bang!"

The spoon hit each head.

"Ah!"*2

Heiyang Hongli sat up suddenly, covered his head with an unhappy look on his face, and looked at the abuser Meng Po.

"Grandma Meng, why are you hitting us again?"

"That's right, didn't we say it's time for a break?"

"uh-huh?"