"Okay, very good. Everyone is better than I thought. We practitioners need this patience and peace. Only by enduring loneliness and torture can we achieve something."

After discovering that everyone was very quiet, the old man Shujian smiled and continued.

"Today is the day of the inner sect competition. Logically speaking, the core disciples cannot participate, but in order to sharpen everyone's character, all the disciples who were recognized by the ancient sword a few months ago have come and have been tested with you. Only the disciples who have passed the test are the pride of my Baibao Pavilion! The second level of our test is very simple, which is patience. From now on, please close your eyes." The old man guarding the sword sat on the stage and said slowly.

Everyone slowly closed their eyes according to the requirements of the old man Shujian, and even Li Kun closed his eyes.

Fortunately, the psychedelic world that Li Kun was afraid of did not appear, he just simply closed his eyes.

The old man continued: "Very good, everyone did a good job! Then the second level test has begun. From now on, anyone who can persist for an hour without opening his eyes will be considered to pass the second level assessment."

"Now everyone just need to listen to me tell stories quietly. A long time ago, there was a farmer living in the deep mountains. On that day, the farmer planned to pick some wild fruits in the mountains. However, when he was halfway through, he saw a fishing rod on the side of the road, so he happily picked up the fishing rod and thought he should go fishing for some fish. The fish tasted very delicious..." The old man guarding the sword began to tell the story.

However, the story of the old man guarding the sword seems to be not very good. Just after a short passage, a disciple couldn't help but stand up and asked loudly: "Elder Shunjian, your story is wrong!"

"Oh, what's wrong?"

The story of the old man who guarded the sword stopped, and asked at the disciple who stood up with a faint smile on his face.

"You all say that the farmer lives in the deep mountains, how could he pick up a fishing rod on the road? Also, you, a farmer in the deep mountains, is it unreasonable. The hunter living in the deep mountains, right?" the disciple said with some dissatisfaction.

"Well, it seems that what you said is good! Do other disciples think so? Please stand up and talk." The old man Shujian nodded, as if he agreed with the disciple's statement.

Many people seemed to think there was nothing wrong, so they stood up one after another, opened their eyes and looked at the old man guarding the sword.

"One, two, three, four, five...thirty-six people! Very good, a total of thirty-six people!"

After seeing these people stand up, the old man Shujian did not praise them, but deliberately made a sound to count. After a while, he counted thirty-six people and said with a wicked smile: "Although your doubts make sense, you have lost the qualification to test the next time. Please go back."

The thirty-six people who stood up suddenly realized that they were under the test now. Unexpectedly, they would have been trapped so simply, and their faces changed drastically. If they had known, they wouldn't be smart enough.

After hearing this, Li Kun was also shocked, because just now, he felt that the story of the old man guarding the sword was not very good, so he wanted to stand up, but he still held it back.

There are many people who think the same as Li Kun, and many of them are grateful that they did not stand up, otherwise they would be eliminated.

"Elder Sword Shou, you counted wrongly. There were only thirty-five people, where did the thirty-six people come from?" But at this moment, Wu Dao, who was originally sitting cross-legged behind Shoujian, suddenly spoke.

"Oh, is it? Did I count the wrong number? I counted again, one, two, three, four...thirty-five, thirty-six. That's right, I counted it again after another!" The old man guarding the sword counted it again strangely, but still felt that thirty-six was correct.

Wu Dao said again: "What did you lie to you? It's really thirty-five. If you don't believe me, please count again?"

"Thirty-six, I'm sure thirty-six is ​​right!"

The old man guarding the sword counted again and said with great certainty that he had not counted correctly.

"Elder Sword Shoujian is really wrong! If you don't believe it, let them count by themselves. Is it thirty-five or thirty-six!" Wu Dao said in a hurry.

"How is that possible? Are you questioning me?"

This time, the old man guarding the sword seemed a little unhappy, but he still pointed to one of the thirty-six people who stood up and asked, "Please help me count, see if there are thirty-five or thirty-six people? If the number is right, you can pass this level of assessment."

The person pointed at by the old man Shujian was startled first, then stunned, and soon became very happy. He nodded repeatedly with a smile on his face, and said with certainty: "Don't worry, elder Shujian, I can't do anything else, and counting will definitely not be wrong!"

"One, two, three, four... seventeen eight..."

After the disciple promised, he began to count with great effort.

There were not many people standing up, so they counted quickly. In the blink of an eye, the disciple spoke with confidence and said, "There are thirty...thirty...thirty..."

For some reason, when the disciple came to the count, he suddenly hesitated. He had clearly counted thirty-five people just now, so why did the Sword Sword Elder count to thirty-six people? This disciple was a little confused.

"Is it really that the old man guarding the sword is so confused?"

This disciple was very suspicious whether it was the old man who guarded the sword and was too confused to even count the numbers.

“How many thirty?”

The old man guarding the sword asked unhappily when he saw the disciple's hesitation.

"Thirty...thirty..."

This disciple hesitated and did not dare to speak. He must have counted thirty-five, but if thirty-five would he offend the old man guarding the sword?

"What's wrong with you disciple? How much is it?"

The old man guarding the sword changed his tone and asked indifferently.

"I'll fight, no matter if he's right or wrong."

The disciple had to bite the bullet and said loudly: "Thirty-six. I counted, there were thirty-six people in total!"

"Ha ha!"

"Idiot, mentally retarded!"

"I'm actually in the same sect as such an idiot!"

However, after this disciple reported the number 36, it immediately caused a burst of laughter. The other disciples were not afraid of anything, and they were all eliminated anyway.

"Look, I just said there are thirty-six people, but you still don't believe it." After hearing the number of thirty-six, the old man guarding the sword stroked his beard with great satisfaction and said to Wu Dao.

However, Wu Dao looked helpless and said, "Since you can find one disciple to count, why don't you find two disciples to count? Maybe the disciple just now just wanted to please you, and it may not necessarily be possible to count the wrong number on purpose!"

As Wu Dao said this, his eyes looked at the disciple just now with a very unkind look. After Wu Dao looked at him, he lowered his head with guilt.

When the old man guarding the sword saw the disciple guilty, he lowered his face and asked, "Tell me honestly, how many people did you count just now?"
Chapter completed!