After class on the second day, the students in the study room did not leave with laughter as usual, but looked at the door of the study room one after another, looking puzzled and slightly surprised. Standing at the door were Xie Chengyun, Zhong Dajun, and several companions. They were students of Grade A Dormitory, and no one knew why they came here today.
The Academy had opened for more than a month, and the students gradually became familiar with each other, and the dormitories gradually became a group. Although there was no dispute among them for the time being, there would always be some relatively antagonistic mentality. Therefore, after seeing Xie Chengyun and Zhong Dajun at the door, the students of Classroom Three were curious and somewhat vigilant.
Xie Chengyun from the South Jin Kingdom had not gone upstairs these days, and his body had recovered well, and his face was no longer pale. He calmly faced the suspicious and vigilant eyes of the students of Classroom Three, and slowly walked forward with his companions behind him. They walked to somewhere behind the study room, and then took out a letter from his sleeve and very seriously and solemnly handed it over.
Ning Que had been calmly looking at the door. He had thought that his target might be Jin Wucai or one of the Chang 'an noblewomen in the front row, and then there might be a romantic affair. He did not expect that he would go straight to the back of the study room, and his target turned out to be himself.
After thinking for a while, he stood up and looked at him with a slight smile. Looking at the kraft paper letter between his fingers, he asked, "Is this an invitation or … Does Xie Chengyun want to invite me to dinner?"
Xie Chengyun glanced at Zhong Dajun beside him, and then looked at Ning Que seriously and calmly said, "It's not an invitation, but a letter of challenge. I want to have a gentleman's competition with you in the semester exam of the Academy a month later, to see who can get the first place. Since it's a gentleman's competition, I won't take advantage of you. It's limited to the three courses above A in the academy entrance exam. "
In the Academy entrance exam, Ning Que's total score was not very eye-catching, but he got A + in the three subjects of riding, archery, and mathematics, which forcibly surpassed Xie Chengyun, Zhong Dajun, Linchuan, and Wang Ying. The so-called indignation and unwillingness probably started from that moment. Coupled with the sensational competition later, Xie Chengyun, a talent from the South Jin Kingdom who had been proud of his peers since childhood, had to admit that compared with this seemingly ordinary border town soldier, he seemed to be always losing. He came to the Tang Empire with the glory of his family and even the South Jin Kingdom on his shoulders. He could not allow himself to keep losing. Zhong Dajun and his other companions kept stirring things up, so he decided to find an opportunity to take back all the glory that once belonged to him.
The semester examination of the Academy was the best opportunity.
Ning Que was slightly startled, for he had never thought that it would be like this. For him, he had not come into contact with this game of using exam results to fight for his pride for many years. To be more precise, since he was severely taught by his mother with a mop in the first grade of primary school, he had always got full marks, and had never met a classmate who dared to challenge him in learning.
More importantly, in this life, he was used to challenging on the edge of a knife and between life and death. Suddenly finding that these young classmates were still at this level, he could not help but feel a little childish and funny. Thinking of this, he could not help laughing. He looked at Xie Chengyun and wanted to say something, but found that he could not make it clear to such a son of an aristocratic family.
A short silence and a gentle smile had different meanings in different people's eyes. Zhong Dajun knew that Ning Que was not a timid person, so he sneered and said, "Are you afraid?"
Finding that the students of Grade A Dormitory came to send a letter of challenge, the students of Grade C Dormitory were shocked into silence at first, and then it turned into a whisper discussion. At this time, hearing Zhong Dajun's sarcasm and provocation, although the students of Grade C Dormitory were afraid of famous people like Xie Chengyun and Zhong Dajun, they could not help but get angry and shouted, "Ning Que, take this letter!"
Situ Yi stood up and glanced at Ning Que. When she was about to say something, Ning Que shook his head and stopped her. He naturally reached out to take the letter, looked at Xie Chengyun in front of him and asked, "Although it is not a duel of cutting sleeves or cutting palms, I think since you insist on using this childish and cute way to get back the lost dignity, you will definitely put forward the relevant bet about winning or losing."
Then he added with a smile, "The bet can't be too excessive. If the loser wants to go to the old library to hug the big pillar and shout 'I love Her Majesty', then I will give up in advance."
As soon as this remark came out, there was an exaggerated laughter in the study room. Xie Chengyun also laughed and said, "Since it is a gentleman's competition, what we want is nothing more than academic progress. The loser should treat the winner to a meal."
The bet was nothing more than a meal. As the saying goes, it is raised high and then it is lowered gently. Behind Xie Chengyun, Zhong Dajun heard that he suddenly changed the original bet, and could not help showing anger in his eyes. However, the students of Grade C Dormitory thought that Xie Chengyun's proposal was very graceful and had a better impression of him.
Ning Que shook his head indifferently and looked at Xie Chengyun with a smile. He said softly, "A gentleman's competition … If I don't accept your challenge, am I not a gentleman? Although I am not a gentleman, and I don't want to be one, I think you are not a gentleman when you use words to force people to submit. "
Xie Chengyun slightly changed his expression and said nothing more.
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The challenge of Xie Chengyun, a talent of the South Jin Kingdom, caused a sensation among the Academy students. The students of Grade C Dormitory were not in a hurry to go home or get a meal, but stayed excitedly, discussing and analyzing the possible results and giving suggestions for Ning Que with a spirit of collectivism. Situ Yilan even came up with the idea of asking the sharpshooter of the Military Ministry to give Ning Que special training again. Ning Que himself looked very calm and natural, just smiled and apologized and left the study room.
Compared with the great fear between life and death, other things were not so scary. If he acted solemnly, it would be in vain and make others laugh. For Ning Que, who had experienced too many great fears between life and death, Xie Chengyun's serious challenge letter was such a funny childish trick.
He accepted the challenge letter not because he wanted to review the past and regain the glory of winning the whole school list, but because he didn't have too much energy to say anything to these youthful classmates. Now his whole mind was on the top of the old library, on the humble mountain without Aperture acupoints.
He went upstairs again, bowed respectfully to the east window, and then walked to the west window. On the way, he stopped at the bookshelf and pulled out the thin book. After opening it, he found that there was no message from the mysterious man on the paper, so he regretfully sighed and put the book back. Then he pulled out Wu Zhanyang's Theory on Haoran Sword from the bottom of the bookshelf on the third floor and began to read the book with his legs crossed.
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If Ning Que was now lying in front of a steep and difficult mountain, then what he was doing now was what the foolish old man had done. Even if he couldn't climb over the mountain, he would forcibly dig a few ventilation tunnels from the middle.
The foolish old man had stepped on many pairs of straw sandals and dug many hoes to move the mountain. He was a guy with great perseverance. However, if he, who had no modern engineering knowledge, went to dig countless tunnels on both sides of the mountain, he would eventually be like a loach drilling through tofu, and helplessly dig a tofu dregs project that kept moving forward and collapsing. Even if he had the body of Vajra, it would be in vain for him to dig for thousands of years.
It was a very beautiful wish that man could conquer nature, which could motivate human beings to keep moving forward at the spiritual level. But in specific cases, not everything could be completed perfectly by perseverance alone.
Back to the foolish old man who was worshipped as an idol by Ning Que and many male protagonists. When people questioned him, he said that his children and grandchildren were endless, but the mountain was always there, so one day it would be dug out. This sentence was very refreshing and vigorous, and vaguely in line with the true meaning of the Headmaster's question of cutting peach blossoms and drinking wine. The so-called endless. However, the foolish old man didn't know a cruel truth, that was, the mountain would sometimes grow taller.
In the next few days, the pen and ink were like swords, stabbing directly into the chest.
The Haoran Sword, which was disassembled by the Eight Strokes Calligraphy of Yong, was like countless sharp swords, stabbing and stabbing in Ning Que's body, and poking out countless invisible holes. However, those holes quickly collapsed, leaving no passage at all.
In order to forcibly poke through those blocked passages, Ning Que made great efforts, and his spirit and body were seriously exhausted. He didn't faint again, but with more and more times of meditation and forcibly mobilizing Psyche Power to break the mountain, his face became paler and paler, his throat became drier and his ears began to buzz, and the pain in his chest and abdomen was enough to kill countless talents like Xie Chengyun.
The injured lobe of his lungs began to affect his breathing, and his coughing at night became louder and more hoarse and unpleasant, so Sangsang slept less and less. Finally, one morning, he spat out a mouthful of blood. After being sent to the medical hall, the doctor looked at the lad with pity as if he was looking at a tuberculosis patient, and then casually prescribed some nourishing medicine, and told him to take a good rest and not to go to the brothel again. After receiving 20 taels of silver, he didn't say anything more.
After paying such a big price, the mountain in Ning Que's body, the Humble Mountain, and the Snow Mountain were still there in silence. It was really like watching him dig the mountain, and the mountain collapsed; watching him move the mountain, and the mountain didn't speak a word of contempt.
One night, Chen Pipi finally finished the learning task of the ancient ritual and sacrificial process arranged by Second Brother, and came to the old library in the starlight again. When he opened the thin book and saw the sonorous and powerful declaration left by Ning Que, he was so shocked that he almost cried out.
With his fat lips trembling, he pointed at the words left by Ning Que, and angrily scolded in a low voice, "Are you really an idiot? In this world, except for the West-Hill Divine Palace using the Great God's Vanquishing Skill and asking the light of Haotian to forcefully open people's acupoints, who else can go against Heaven and change fate? You actually want to open your own acupoints! You are so arrogant and stupid! "
Thinking of the long-lost Peach Mountain in West-Hill, Chen Pipi was even more angry, and shouted, "Three Great Divine Priests have to spend half of their lifetime to use the Great God's Vanquishing Skill. Now who in this world is worth such a big price for the Divine Hall? You know, I was just fed a few Heavenly Power Pills in those days! "
He felt sorry for Ning Que's misfortune, and angry for his blind struggle. While angry and angry, he waved the pen on the paper, and finished, "If one can open their acupoints easily, then everyone in this world is a cultivator! Idiot! "
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(Six hours, three thousand words, like sh * t. My brain has become an idiot. Fortunately, I have written it out. Tomorrow at the same time, I will try to move this mountain. The chapter name is not bad. By the way, I recommend the bean's poisonous fairy … I am sh * t. Good night.) If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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