The new room is still empty, with no portraits or incense burners, and only the stairs in the corner leading upwards.
Obviously, this is the real second floor.
Fang Ping decisively walked towards the stairs and entered the third floor.
...
After several attempts, Li Fansong finally fully understood the meaning of the sword and passed the first level.
When he climbed to the second floor, he also didn't see either Fang Ping or Li Hanyi.
"The Great Imperial Master..."
Li Fansong frowned and found that the layout of the room seemed strange.
In the blink of an eye, a purple-robed Taoist appeared out of thin air.
Li Fansong was stunned for a moment, then said happily:
"Master!"
"You are more than just my master now. Is it easy to go down the mountain?" Zhao Yuzhen asked.
Li Fansong blinked and suddenly knelt down:
"Master, I still don't understand why you asked me to go down the mountain, why you asked me to find a second relationship as a teacher.
“Mr.
Zhao Yuzhen smiled, touched Li Fansong's head and said:
"Why are you kneeling? I'm pretending. If you have time, go back to Qingcheng Mountain and kneel for real."
"Can I still go back? Can I go back now?"
The former laughed:
"Do you really think I have kicked you out of the school? The Qingcheng Mountain Gate will always be open for you. As for letting you study with Confucian Sword Immortal, it is because it is better for you.
"And who says a person can only have one master? Isn't it the same for King Bai?"
Li Fansong nodded.
"Okay, pick up the sword, beat me, and then go to the next level to seize your own opportunity."
Li Fansong laughed miserably and mentioned the drunken song feebly:
"Master is so strong, how can he defeat him?"
"How strong I am comes from your inner imagination," Zhao Yuzhen also raised the peach blossom.
"That's even more invincible. Master is invincible in my heart."
Then, the two of them got into a stance and drew their swords at the same time.
The two wooden swords passed each other and were about to strike each other, but Li Fansong suddenly dropped Zui Ge.
"Clang!"
The wooden sword fell to the ground, Zhao Yuzhen was stunned, but missed the opportunity to put the sword away. He only heard a soft "bang" sound, and the peach blossom lightly hit Li Fansong's head.
"Why?"
"Because I miss Master," Li Fansong rubbed his head, then sat cross-legged, "I haven't been taught a lesson by Master for a long time, I really miss him."
Zhao Yuzhen’s mouth twitched:
"You're really hopeless, why don't you stop fighting?"
"I won't fight anymore. I'm in a hurry to go down the mountain. I have something I want to talk to Master."
"If you have something to hold back, go back and talk to the real person."
Li Fansong smiled slightly and said to himself:
"Actually, I have always felt guilty in my heart. I lied to Master a lot."
"Oh? What did you lie to me about?"
Li Fansong clasped his fingers and said:
"I lied to you that I practice swordsmanship very hard. Every time I practice, I am sweating profusely. In fact, I am just pretending.
"I'm just lazy. If I can be praised by Master, I will be very happy."
Zhao Yuzhen said in a calm tone:
"I know."
Li Fansong continued:
"The first fruit of your peach tree, the one used to worship the ancestor... was actually the second one. I stole the first one."
"I know," Zhao Yuzhen said calmly.
The former scratched his head and continued:
"Also, I lied to you that Fei Xuan spent all his travel expenses, but in fact I was the one who rewarded the storyteller... You also know this?"
Zhao Yuzhen nodded:
"Know."
Li Fansong giggled twice:
"I can't hide anything from you, Master. There is one last thing... that I feel most guilty about.
"Master, you have never been down the mountain, and you often ask me for stories about rivers and lakes. In fact, every time I tell half-truths and half-false stories, some of them are storytelling stories. I pretend to be the protagonist and tell them to Master.
"Every time you listen to it, you can be happy all day long, and you often sigh, 'The outside world is so wonderful, I really want to see it.' But the wonderful things are all made up by me.
"In order to practice less swordsmanship, I often lengthen my stories so that Master doesn't have to scold me. Every time Master listens to stories and has fun, I feel that you are stupid and pitiful. You have grown so big and you haven't even left the house.
Pass......
"When you asked me to go down the mountain, I thought I had made too many mistakes and you didn't want me anymore. Thinking of these stories on the way, I always felt uncomfortable.
"If I had known that I was leaving, I should have told more real stories to Master."
Zhao Yuzhen smiled slightly:
"I also know this. If you tell me, I'm happy to hear it. That's enough."
"Master..." Li Fansong's eyes were slightly red, "Disciple realizes his mistake."
The figure of the purple-robed Taoist began to blur, and his voice was ethereal:
"Silly, you said it all and told it to a real person. I can't hear a word of what you said.
"You are not talking to Zhao Yuzhen, but you are talking to yourself."
After finishing speaking, Zhao Yuzhen disappeared in front of him, and the floor beneath Li Fansong was pulled away, causing him to fall back to the first floor.
Li Fansong scratched his head:
"...When I return to Qingcheng Mountain, do I have to admit my mistake again? I feel like I no longer have that emotion."
...
On the third floor, Fang Ping saw another painting.
Different from the previous portraits, this scroll is extremely wide and depicts a Shura battlefield, a flaming hell.
When you are here, it feels like there are real bows and arrows flying around your ears, and cavalry galloping across the earth.
The smell of blood spread, constantly irritating the nasal cavity, and the roars and the sounds of golden swords intertwined, making Fang Ping's heart beat faster.
When he turned around, he found himself on a battlefield, as if he had entered a painting.
"This is......"
Before he could think, a spear-like arrow shot through the air, it was a battlefield crossbow.
Fang Ping immediately slashed with his sword, but the spear went straight through the blade and passed through his head without causing any impact.
It seems to just be an influence.
When he was confused, an old voice came from behind:
"What do you see?"
Fang Ping looked back and saw a man covering his face with a hood, who was out of place on the battlefield.
Since the opponent appears on the third floor of the First Building in the World, it means that he is stronger than the Great Imperial Master.
"Who are you?"
"I asked you first," the man in black said, "what did you see here."
"Battlefield." Fang Ping answered truthfully.
However, the man in black did not reveal his identity and continued to ask:
"How do you feel after seeing such a battlefield?"
"It has nothing to do with me," Fang Ping raised Long Yuan, the blade of the sword shining with blue light, "Who are you? Is there anyone alive in this building?"
This person gave me a very special feeling, and he was definitely not an illusion.
Suddenly, the man in black disappeared, but his voice came from behind:
"I'm not a living person, but I can't be considered a dead person, and this is the former Apocalypse,
"After this battle, the world became Beili. A hundred thousand people died in one city. Grand Master Dong Li drew the battlefield as a picture scroll, which is what you see now - the map of the ruined country and the destruction of the sky."
Fang Ping opening:
"It's really like a picture...so, who are you?"
At this moment, the man in black is riding on the horse in the painting, wearing armor, with his hair flying freely behind his head, following the emperor who is slashing the sky with his sword on the battlefield.