...

Sure enough, this was also what Ou Chuyang guessed, so it was no surprise.

Yan Mo said: "There are several guardians at the sixth level. Their planting ranges from the early acquired areas to the limits of the Xiantian area. In the past, they were wizard envoys from large tribes in the southern wilderness. However, even in the southern wilderness there were constant wars, and sometimes even these wizard envoys were killed. These people were injured and on the verge of death. They were rescued by me in exchange for their souls to guard the sixth level of the alchemy judgment.

"That's it..." Ou Chuyang suddenly realized. The so-called wizard envoy is indeed worthy of his name. Among all wizard envoys, he deals with the weakest. This is simply because he is 15 years old. If he is older, he will have to face a moderate acquired kingdom, or even a later acquired kingdom.

“You can rest for three hours and then do the seventh smelting test!

Yan Mo said this and disappeared immediately.

After hearing this, Ou Chuyang could only laugh severely. How could he pass through the seventh floor?

The Sixth Floor is already considered his luck. With his current strength, he cannot match the acquired domain master at all. If it weren't for the guardian's loss of patience and trying to forcibly restrict his movements, leaving a vacant in the defense, Ou Chuyang would have no way to win.

Now, his power has not increased, and he has to pass the seventh judgment. How could he do this?

From the fourth trial, everyone's subsequent difficulty increased to a ridiculous level. If it was done as expected, the difficulty of level seven would be much higher than that of level six.

How should he start from here?

If he can't do it, the weird red quartz will turn into a dream, and he won't even get a reward through the sixth trial.

In any case, he had to give his all. Even if there was only a glimmer of hope, he still had to strode forward. Ou Chuyang calmed his emotions, took out two pure real stones, sat down while meditating, and began to recover his strength, while also trying hard to save the medicine on his bones.

Just now, his arm holding the spear broke and his bones turned into a bloody mess. For martial artists, this kind of damage usually cannot be recovered even within half a month. However, Ou Chuyang's resilience, recovery rate and blood vitality were greatly improved. In addition to the effects of two priceless bone recovery creams, his arms can also be fully recovered within two hours.

In the last hour of the remaining hours, Ou Chuyang restored his true essence and physical strength to his best condition and calmed down and peaceful.

Finally, he began his seventh and final trial.

A light flashed, and the temple disappeared around him. Ou Chuyang entered a bright and bright white world filled with glowing light, and countless scenes formed and twisted around him.

"The seventh trial in 19,000... no one has ever entered this place." Ou Chuyang clenched his fists and calmed down completely.

Before this, Ou Chuyang had repeatedly thought about what would happen in the seventh stage. However, since he had truly stepped onto the seventh level, everything he saw here shocked him.

In the first six levels, each world corresponds to its name. For example, the first level of hell is a blood lake. The second level is the hungry ghost corresponding to the Yellow Springs. The third level is the animals corresponding to the vast wilderness. The fourth level of the witch slave is equivalent to an arena...

Ou Chuyang believes that since the seventh level is the "world of magicians", the scenes he hopes to see should be similar to some lands in the realm of the gods.

However, he did not expect to come to an ordinary human city. Around Ouchuyang, lively crowds and vendors were selling their goods. There were children playing there, and the air was filled with faint dust and fragrant flowers. Everything seemed to be an absolute reality.

But none of this surprised Ou Chuyang. What shocked him was where he was standing now.

He stood in front of an upscale but somewhat old restaurant.

The clay bricks are no longer bright, and as time goes by, the red painted pillars gradually fade. The old windows are sunk and the roof is tilted. Everything exudes the blurry smell of endless years...

Ou Chuyang was so familiar with this restaurant. He had been running in the hall ever since he remembered, listening to storytellers weaving wonderful tails, and wandering bards sang brilliant songs. He watched people play chess and ate candy with old customers and old customers.

Tea cups with lids, candied haws, towels draped on the waiter's shoulders, delicious dishes made by his mother...all of them exactly the same as the food he remembered.

This is his home.

This is the Lin Family Restaurant in Green Mulberry City. I have lived here for more than ten years. I…how did I come here?”

Ou Chuyang couldn't help but slowly lift his feet and walked into the restaurant. But the moment he crossed the threshold, he frozen. Ou Chuyang stood there, his heart was like a wave of uncertainty.

He saw a young man wearing elegant silk clothes, about 18 or 19 years old, holding a fan, smiling out of the kitchen.

But this person is not unfamiliar with it. This person is Ou Chuyang. To be precise, this is Ou Chuyang a few years later.

However, looking at this person, Ou Chuyang could see that there was no sign of cultivation in his body. His calligraphy style and academic demeanor were very high. He obviously had never practiced martial arts in his life.

Not only that, but the two are completely incompatible in terms of behavior and temperament.

Even when Ou Chuyang held his breath, there was still sharp air between his eyebrows. The air seemed to be ready to erupt at any time and could not be stopped.

But the young man before him just smiled cynically, and there was even a little evil in that smile. He had the demeanor of a son of a scholar.

"Is this... really me?"

Ou Chuyang couldn't believe this.

"Little Lizi, prepare a car for me. Miss Su from Thiel Flower Hall will hold a performance tonight. Go and order a card for me and I will support it." The young man quickly turned around and fanned the fan.

"This...this is not good..." a little servant named Li Zi said embarrassedly, "Young master, the second lady of the Tian family will hold a feast tonight and personally ask you to attend by your name."

"Take a look at your face. If she was going to have a feast, then she would want a chef. What would I do?"

"This..." Little Liz seemed very painful. "The second person in the Tian family wanted to ask the young master to leave a poem at the birthday party tonight. You are currently a newly selected scholar, and your poems are definitely the number one in Mangshu City..."

"In addition, the young master of Tian Family II is very beautiful and virtuous. When the wife saw her for the last time, she liked her very much. Maybe in the future... Master, hey, Master, don't leave!"

Before Little Liz was finished, the young man had already walked out of the house and didn't even look back. He said: "If my father asks me where I'm going, tell him I'm going to drink."

Before the words were over, he had already left. Little plum's face was like a bitter eggplant that had been crushed. He was just finished. If the captain or wife knew about this, he would definitely be scolded.

The second wife of the Tian family was deeply impressed by the young masters. Not only that, the second wife of the Tian family was also kind, beautiful, and had a good background, and was very suitable for being selected as a young master of scholars.

But Young Master Lin actually likes Miss Su in Til Flower Hall very much, and he really can't understand his mood.

The truth is that Thiel Flower Hall is actually a brothel, but it is a higher grade, more elegant brothel. Most of the prostitutes inside get good embellishment and manners and sell their skills instead of their bodies. They look elegant and refined, well versed in poetry and painting. These talented ladies are considered as amazing and rare beauties around the world.

Miss Su is the main attraction of the Blue Green Flower House. Although she still maintains her pure body, she is still a prostitute in a brothel. With her cheap bloodline, how could the master and wife allow her to marry her family?

"I'm dead, I'm dead. If the master knew that the young master had gone to the Til Flower Hall, not only would the young master be finished, but I would also suffer bad luck." Little Liz was full of pain. He didn't know whether he should report the matter honestly to the captain and his wife, or should he hide it.

Ou Chuyang was standing quietly outside the restaurant, quietly watching the scene. Just now, the young man passed by Ou Chuyang, but he had never even seen Ou Chuyang once.

Ou Chuyang understood that he did not belong to this world. He was just a passerby. No one in this world could see him.

"What's going on here? Why is there another me?"

"When I was eight years old, my parents asked me to go to school. I went to the capital and I studied and read books for four years to study the preliminary exams until I was 12 years old. At that time, I threw away all my books, gave up everything wholeheartedly, and embarked on the road of martial arts. So, before I finally let down my parents, I had a fierce dispute with my parents. Ou Chuyang, whom I became in this world, did not give up his martial arts books. Instead, he took the preparatory exam and then changed from a scholar to a court candidate.

"Why is there such a world? Is this a true parallel world? Or is this fictional world derived from my thinking?"

"If this is the seventh trial of World of Magic, what will it test? Will it test my martial arts spirit? If it tests my martial arts strength, then what will pass this trial?"

"Since it's the wizard world, why should I enter the human world?"

Ou Chuyang was in a complicated mood. He just stood in the lobby of the restaurant. In this way, he stood for a few days.

People come and go, no one sees him. There are even those who pass through his body...

On the streets, hawkers peddled their goods, street artists sang bright and cheerful singing, rich food and wine aromas, and even weathered faces of his parents...

Everything around him seemed to be real and unreal.

Everyone around him was familiar with, but they seemed very strange...

In this noisy and busy world, Ou Chuyang seems to be a gray existence. His shadow is lonely, and he is extremely desolate.

"This world is a fantasy, am I real?"

"Or... this world is real, am I a fantasy?"

"No, this is wrong. This is not my world. This is just the demon in my heart!"

Ou Chuyang's eyes suddenly opened and flourished.

Peng!

Ou Chuyang could only hear the sound of countless glass fragments. In front of him, the restaurant and the customers completely disappeared!

However, Ou Chuyang did not return to the trial of life and death. Instead, he arrived at a bloody battlefield. A loud war drum came from a distance, and a brilliant flag fluttered in the air!

"This is…"

Ou Chuyang saw the armored cavalry soldiers in front of him. He felt chill and his heart was cold. He suddenly realized something.

Ou Chuyang's soul power spread in all directions like a tide. In a moment, it locked in a young form. Ou Chuyang raised his eyebrows. This is true!

Ou Chuyang was moved. Within a moment, he appeared in the military camp. Inside, there was a 15- or 16-year-old young man wearing simple armor. He held an ordinary iron spear in his hand, and his expression was filled with fear and irritability.

Seeing this young man, Ou Chuyang closed his eyes and looked complicated.

It's him, it's him!

how so

He had a dispute with his parents when he was 12 years old. Finally, he was allowed to practice martial arts. Ou Chuyang said at this time that if he could not reach the "first stage of physical transformation" before he was 15 years old, he would join the army, build his own army there and serve countless times, and return to a wealthy and wealthy hero family. Honor!

In view of this, it seems that this is his time to join the army!

This is another Ou Chuyang in another world!

...

In the barracks, the young man sat on a bench. He took out a thin oil cloth and began to wipe the spear silently. The spear was much longer than his figure.

"Hey, novices, is this your first time on the battlefield?" A veteran in his thirties walked over with a bowl of rice. His face was simple.

The young man sheep nodded annoyedly and said, "Ah, yes, I'm a recruit."

"Haha, the recruits on the battlefield are always so nervous and anxious. It's okay. Since we are in the same barracks, we will be sent to the same place. Just follow me; I will protect you!"

"Okay...so good..." The young man's expression was a little tender and innocent. He nervously squeezed out a grateful smile.

When the war broke out, thousands of soldiers rushed forward, and their vast and dominant halo even washed away the clouds.

Smoke rose from all directions, fierce battles sounded in every corner, and spears rushed around.

The young man returned to the victorious army. However, the simple-looking veteran did not come back...

When the soldiers died together, they were buried together. Without a grave, the young man didn't even know the name of the veteran...

Every day, the youth's expressions become more and more gentle, and more and more full of firm and firm determination.

Slowly, he went from a recruit to a corporal. He went from a corporal to a captain. From the captain he became the head of a battalion...

His spear skills are becoming more and more refined, his power is becoming stronger, and his military knowledge and appearance are becoming more and more mature.

Gradually, the young man became a veteran. He would look at every recruit and say to them: "It's okay. Follow me when we charge forward; I will protect you!"

The once innocent boy had a dream of joining the army. Every time he visited a foreign country, he saw more and more people turning into bones. After life and death, he became strong; he was like a veteran.

In this way, the days continue endlessly. Every soldier dreams of becoming a general. However, they are more likely to follow in the footsteps of their predecessors and dream of those who have passed away...

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Chapter completed!