Simulation becomes reality, have I ever looked down upon the eternity?

Chapter 370 I would rather be me, please watch the young master go straight to the fourth floor!

The lame old man's face was as gloomy as water and his eyes were as sharp as knives.

"Xie Guan, don't think that there is still Old Monk Lianchi here who can protect you."

"You are a bastard who has been accused of a crime. Aren't you afraid that I will tear you apart on the spot?"

The old man's words were full of threats, as if he was going to take action the next moment.

Seeing this, the eunuch in charge of the seal hurried forward to dissuade him, anxiously saying, "Master Chang, don't be impulsive!"

"Mr. San and Prime Minister Su are waiting for a reply. Xie Guan has already written a poem. We should hurry and report back."

The old eunuch tried to ease the atmosphere. He turned to look at Xie Guan and said anxiously, "Master Guan, is that right?"

Yu Ke smiled comfortably and pointed at the wine jug on the table, seemingly unconcerned about the tension in front of him.

"The life of a bastard is not important?"

Yu Ke spoke lightly, his voice was calm but with a hint of coldness.

"I only know that my life, Xie Guan, is more important than the heavens."

"A gentleman should hold himself in high esteem, and my life is priceless."

Upon hearing this, the lame old man's face became even gloomier, and his eighth-grade martial arts cultivation was released instantly. The powerful aura poured down like layers of heavy rain, making it hard to breathe.

The old eunuch felt nervous when he saw this.

"Master Chang, stop it!"

Although he was also a top-third-grade warrior, he was ultimately no match for the old man who had always followed Su Xiang.

The old eunuch was anxious but did not dare to stop it.

But how can this young man withstand the pressure from a martial arts master?
Be sure not to make any mistakes or cause any trouble, or else you will displease Prime Minister Su and Mr. San.

It's surprising!

The thin young man behind the desk remained motionless under the pressure of the lame old man, like an unshakable mountain.

Xie Guan, does he have both martial arts and spiritual cultivation?
But even so, at his age, how can he withstand the pressure from the ninth level of Xuandan realm in martial arts?
The huge cauldron in Yu Ke's heart struck silently, as if heaven and earth were resonating, emitting thousands of rays of light!

A vague and mysterious aura flows through the body.

"I will use the divine weapon to suppress my body!"

He followed his memory and just learned a move from the "Vajra Zen Tathagata Jade Hand" in the carriage pavilion - "Buddha's Hand Shocking Waves".

A golden glazed Buddha's hand appeared around him, like a guardian Vajra, holding his body tightly and resisting the pressure from the outside world.

Yu Ke was not worried about exposing his own cultivation and this Buddha's hand technique.

After all, the lame old man had probably already reported his secrets to Prime Minister Su.

Su Jing already knew that they would meet the Demon Master and Master Lianchi in the carriage pavilion.

A trace of surprise flashed in the old eunuch's eyes, and he murmured in a low voice: "Buddhist martial arts!"

He was full of doubts. Didn't Xie Guan secretly report that he had close ties with the Three True Sect?
How is it related to Buddhism again?
The atmosphere in the field becomes increasingly subtle!

Seeing that he was unable to suppress Xie Guan, the lame old man's aura rose again, his energy and blood surged like an avalanche of snow, and a majestic aura suddenly appeared!

The true eighth realm of cultivation is now revealed without reservation.

He snorted coldly, and his might swept over like a tide. The table top made a creaking sound under the pressure, as if it would collapse at any moment.

The old eunuch's face changed. Oh no, Mr. Chang is serious!
The lame old man obviously wants to conquer others by force!
The lame old man tried his best to control his strength, otherwise this quiet room would have been crushed to pieces.

however!
But what was shocking was that Yu Ke's expression remained calm, as if a gentle breeze was blowing on his face and the water was still.

Xie Guan showed no reaction at all, as if he ignored the pressure.

The lame old man was secretly shocked. He never thought that a martial arts master of the eighth level could not suppress this young man! "

Yu Ke just smiled faintly, stretched out his hand and pushed the cup on the table in front of the lame old man, his movements calmly.

The old man's face was gloomy and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, but in the end, his gaze fell on the boy's plain profile and he suppressed his anger.

"it is good!"

The lame old man said in a deep voice, "Xie Guan, I'll pour you some wine."

The lame old man's aura became restrained, and the surging blood energy of the Snow Mountain also disappeared.

Yu Ke's mind moved, and the golden glass Buddha's hand disappeared.

Restore peace in the quiet room.

The old eunuch secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

The lame old man picked up the wine jug and shook it slightly. The spout of the jug poured out warm, clear wine, filling the glass.

When the old eunuch saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart. Chang Lao had followed Prime Minister Su since he was a child. In Bianjing, even the dignitaries of the nine major families had never asked him to bow his head, let alone pour wine for them personally.

Today, I made an exception for this young man!
In the quiet room, the atmosphere became quiet.

The young man drank the warm wine without hesitation and said loudly: "Good wine!"

After that, he smiled and said, "I don't want to bother two people with one thing. Please fill my glass again."

The lame old man's hand holding the pot trembled slightly, and veins bulged on his forehead, but he still poured the wine from the pot again as he was told, and the aroma of wine filled the air.

At one side, the old eunuch wiped the sweat from his forehead, looking nervous.

Seeing this, Yu Ke slowly let go and allowed the lame old man to take back the paper on which he had just written the poem.

The old man didn't stop for a moment, turned around and left, leaving only one sentence.

"Xie Guan, you should take care of yourself. If this poem can catch the eye of Prime Minister Su, it will be a great blessing."

"Otherwise, I will let you know what a truly good wine is."

Especially the last two words "good wine", the tone is so cold that it makes people feel like falling into an icy cave.

Yu Ke nodded calmly, not taking it seriously.

That person was the master of the prosperous times, and his words were so powerful that half of the nations came to pay tribute to him.

Later generations admired his name and revered him as a banished immortal.

His poems will surely be passed down through the ages and illuminate the history books.

The old eunuch apologized to Xie Guan and said goodbye, then left as well.

Yu Ke sat quietly in the quiet room, not in a hurry.

It is a rare experience to participate in it personally.

The feeling of being immersed in the scene is indescribable.

He seemed to have transformed into "Xie Guan", but he was clearly aware that he was not the real him.

This feeling of walking in a dream and then suddenly waking up from it is really too magical.

Yu Ke thought from Xie Guan's perspective, and his mind became clearer than ever before. The obscure and difficult things he had encountered in the cultivation of his soul in the past were suddenly enlightened.

The bottleneck in his martial arts progress was suddenly cleared. This kind of experience, like "observing the Tao", was something he had never experienced in his previous life, Lu Chen, or "reincarnation as a god".

“Service upgraded again!”

"A Ding, have you evolved secretly again?"

The big cauldron remained silent, just shaking.

however!
After each session, Yu Ke’s memories of martial arts training and even most of his life experiences would disappear without a trace.

All rewards can only be obtained after the "Reincarnation of the Gods" simulation is completed.

This is like a "barrier to knowledge and perception", like a firewall in the program.

Yu Ke understood that without this layer of protection, he would not be able to bear it with only the decades of memories of Lu Chen in his first life, and he might not even be able to tell whether he was "Yu Ke" or Lu Chen.

Yu Ke warned himself that no matter how many times the gods were reincarnated.

Yu Ke is still Yu Ke.

I have been dealing with myself for a long time, and I would rather be myself.

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"It's been so long, and a few more courtesans have come on stage. The banquet is about to end."

"Why is there still no movement up there?"

Xie Yuan paced back and forth on the second floor, looking a little anxious.

At Mrs. Xu's suggestion, they did not go upstairs to ask their elders for help, but just asked Xie Qiyue to go up and find out the news.

If there was any news about Xie Guan on the third floor, it would be passed down immediately. Although Zhang Yunzhi looked calm, her hands were tightly clasped between her legs, revealing her inner anxiety.

Xue Hong originally wanted to go up to the third floor, but was stopped by Xie Qiyue.

Li Shuwan pondered for a moment and said, "I'm afraid the banquet is about to end. Master Guan should have finished his poem."

Xu Yuexi also looked towards the third floor, but was thinking about other things.

Today, great masters as famous as the Demon Master and Master Lianchi gathered in Bian Jing. What is their intention?
She felt vaguely uneasy.

The academy is no longer the academy of the past, and the four gentlemen have long gone their separate ways.

The magician represents the Golden Family of the grassland and the Eternal Heaven of the north!

Master Lianchi was a world-renowned master of the Dongsheng Sect of the Southern Buddhist Kingdom.

Xu Xiyue guessed that the reason he came to Bian Jing was for the academy?

Now, the third teacher of the academy is attending the banquet for all the beauties, and only the seriously ill second teacher stays behind.

Could it be that their goal is to assassinate Mr. Er?
When Xu Xiyue thought of this, she shook her head and denied the idea.

The academy is the hub of the Bian Jing Jing Shen Formation. Who dares to break in easily?

So, what exactly are the two great masters trying to do by coming to Bian Jing this time?

Xu Xiyue was full of doubts and vaguely felt that an undercurrent was surging.

At the side, Zhao Yang raised a smile and said leisurely: "What are you waiting for? I'm afraid that what will come later will be the news of Xie Guan's death."

Upon hearing this, Xie Yuan frowned and replied impatiently:

"Zhao Yang, if you don't want to wait, you can just leave now."

"It's unlucky to see you. It's really annoying."

When Zhao Yang saw that Xie Yuan and the others looked anxious, he felt a little more happy in his heart.

He played with the stove in his hands, his smile deepened, and he said slowly:

"I want to stay and see with my own eyes how Xie Guan was imprisoned and executed."

Xie Renfeng, who was standing by, also showed a rare look of joy on his face, as if he was full of anticipation for what was about to happen.

Zhang Yunzhi turned pale when she heard this.

Seeing this, Li Shuwan gently stroked her back and said softly, "Young Master is a lucky man, so Sister Yunzhi doesn't need to worry too much."

Zhang Yunzhi shook her head gently, sighed, and thought of her father, feeling mixed emotions.

Her father was an honest and upright official. He was unwilling to go along with the corrupt officials and even more disdainful of forming cliques for personal gain. He enjoyed an excellent reputation among the people and was praised as a good official who was dedicated to serving the people.

However, things change all the time!

Just because of the land dispute between a group of people and the descendants of the nine major surnames, my father, although he was one of the nine major surnames, stood between the people.

Those few acres of thin land might be just the money for ordinary banquets for the nine major families, but they are the foundation of people's lives.

The father couldn't bear it. Seeing the mother and son kneeling at the gate of the yamen, he made up his mind to arrest the sons of the nine major families and pronounce the verdict in court.

However, things are unpredictable, and this small incident eventually became a big deal.

Because of this, my father was demoted and sent to Zehu.

The mother became increasingly distressed and the family was unable to reunite for many years.

The princes and sons of the nine major surnames are at large and yet they take human lives lightly.

This world always makes things difficult for good people.

God is always ruthless and just watches the world with cold eyes.

At the banquet for beauties, the nine major families spent huge amounts of money in an extravagant manner.

Outside the capital, there was a large influx of disaster victims, displaced.

Looking at the sufferings that the young master has endured throughout his life, he has so much talent but has not been able to display it. This shouldn't be the case!

at this time!

Xie Yuan noticed a graceful figure slowly walking down the stairs.

"Xie Qiyue, you are finally here! What's the situation up there?" Xie Yuan asked anxiously.

Xie Qiyue walked over quickly, grabbed the tea on the table and took a big gulp.

Zhang Yunzhi hurried forward and said softly, "Qiyue, drink slowly, don't choke."

Xue Hong also quickly brought a chair for her, his face full of concern.

Xie Yuan couldn't hold back his anxiety and asked, "Miss Qi Yue, what's going on up there? How's Brother Guan?"

Xie Qiyue took a breath, raised her foot and kicked Xie Yuan, scolding: "Now you know how to call me sister?"

She wanted to ridicule Xie Yuan a few more times, but when she saw Zhang Yunzhi's concerned look, she had to cough lightly, put away her joking intention, and said seriously:
"Fourth cousin, please be at ease."

"Xie Guan has just presented his poem to the fourth floor."

"I was just on the first floor with my father. Upstairs were all the elders of the Xie family. I kept calling them uncle and uncle, and I was so tired that... my mouth was dry and my tongue was parched."

"I saw the old eunuch who holds the seal of the palace and the old man of the Su family go up to the fourth floor, so I hurried down."

Zhang Yunzhi's heart sank when she heard this, seeing that the young master had already presented the poem.

Xie Renfeng had also noticed this place a long time ago. After hearing this, he turned his gaze to the fourth floor and thought secretly in his heart.

Xie Guan’s poem is ready, but he doesn’t know if it will please Prime Minister Su.

Everyone fell into deep thought!
Xie Qiyue suddenly mentioned something, saying that when Xie Guan was writing poetry on the third floor, he actually asked Chang Lao from the Su family to grind ink, warm wine and pour wine for him.

Li Shuwan was surprised when she heard this. This old man Chang was always by Su Xiang's side, and his status was respected. Even people from the nine major surnames had to respectfully call him "old man Chang" when they saw him.

And Xie Guan actually dared to let him take charge of such trivial matters. The people in charge among the nine major surnames did not dare to do such a thing.

Xie Guan's behavior was truly reckless.

Upon hearing this, Xie Yuan laughed out loud and said, "Brother Guan, you have never been willing to suffer a loss."

Xu Xiyue also came back to her senses from her deep thoughts and said softly, "You don't have to worry. Since Master Guan can ascend to the Invitation to the Immortal Tower, he must have known what was going on."

Zhang Yunzhi's worries were finally relieved.

Li Shuwan was looking forward to the poems written by Xie Guan more and more. She copied down all the three poems that Xie Guan wrote today.

Xie Renfeng's face turned cold again.

If Xie Guan could really satisfy Prime Minister Su this time, he could escape death.

Tomorrow I will really be the only one who can outshine all the other prostitutes at the banquet.

This was what he absolutely did not want to see.

Zhao Yang sneered at the side and said, "Even if it is done, what good can it be written in such a short time?"

"If it were me, I would rather not do it, so as not to be laughed at and become a laughing stock after my death."

"I have finally accumulated some reputation today. If Prime Minister Su criticizes my poems, not only will my life be in danger, but I will also lose face."

His words were spoken slowly, with a hint of sarcasm and disdain.

But what he said was all true.

Li Shuwan and others did not refute.

There are not so many great sentences in the world, let alone composing poems on the spot.

Poetry and songs need to be repeatedly scrutinized, especially when writing poetry on the spot, which requires talent and state of mind. Good sentences are hard to find and often need to be repeatedly polished.

Now I am forced to write poetry hastily, with the sword and axe hanging over my head.

A poem written in haste is unlikely to win applause.

Xie Renfeng felt a little relieved.

Zhao Yang showed a smug look on his face, and was about to say contemptuously, "Just wait and see..."

at this time!

On the fourth floor, a loud voice suppressed all the noise and reached everyone's ears clearly:

"Pass on the oral instructions of Prime Minister Su and Mr. San—"

"Please go straight up to the fourth floor, young master!"

Xie Renfeng's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

The half sentence Zhao Yang hadn't finished speaking felt like a thorn in his throat, and he couldn't utter it out.

(End of this chapter)