The hero was always the last one to appear.
On the battlefield filled with yellow sand, several deputy generals fought for a long time with knives, but they could do nothing to each other or were beaten back by the other. Then, a silver-robed young general suddenly pulled the reins and rushed over. With a spear, he knocked all the enemies off their horses, and then stood in the wilderness with his spear in hand. The twilight shone on his face, making him look extremely cool and pretentious.
In the dark and rainy streets, the underlings of the gangs slashed at each other with watermelon knives. The blood was more violent and dense than the rain. From the west to the south, there were dozens of corpses lying messily on the ground. Then, the black-robed Jianghu bigshot, holding a steel knife, shouted and waved it. It was like a blood dragon, killing from one end to the other. No one could withstand his knife, and no one could survive under his feet. He was extremely powerful.
As for why the silver-robed young general and the black-robed bigshot didn't make a move at the beginning, but waited for their subordinates and underlings to shed blood and be miserable for a long time before they stepped out? Of course, it wasn't because they were like storytellers who habitually procrastinated. Instead, it was because these pretentious criminals knew that only by enduring for a long period of time would they be able to show off their elegance at the end.
After the opening of the Second Floor, many people began to climb the mountain one after another, including Prince Long Qing who had already set off. However, Ning Que did not move at all. He stood silently in the corner and waited for this moment.
He could explain that he did not move because he wanted to observe the young cultivators and analyze the possible problems they might encounter when climbing the mountain. But deep down in his heart, he had to admit that the more important reason was that those climbers who were struggling on the sloping mountain path were not his subordinates, nor were they his deputy generals. He did not care about those people's lives. Since he had no confidence in entering the Second Floor, why not enjoy the pleasure of being the last to make an appearance?
The hero was always the last one to appear.
Even if the hero was still the superior and inhumanly perfect Prince Long Qing, at least at this moment, the last one to appear was undoubtedly the hero of the moment.
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Ning Que's idea was perfectly realized.
When he took the pastries wrapped in Chu Youxian's handkerchief and slowly walked towards the back of the Academy, countless pairs of eyes around the courtyard were attracted to his figure. Those gazes were filled with countless complicated emotions. Some were surprised, some were confused, but most of them were confused.
It had been a long time since the opening of the Second floor. Anyone with eyes could see that Prince Long Qing would definitely win today. At this moment, how could someone be so ungrateful as to disturb the solemn and sacred scene of Prince Long Qing waiting for him to shine?
"He seems to be a student of the Academy."
The envoy of the Great River Kingdom looked at Ning Que's clothes and frowned. "Is he a hidden powerhouse of the Academy?"
"The six students of the course of magic skills are all on the mountain. Four of them have already been carried back. Looking at the shocked faces of the instructors, they don't seem to know what's going on either."
Among the students of the Academy, Zhong Dajun suppressed his shock and looked at the back of Ning Que, who was the center of the discussion. He sneered and said, "What is he up to this time? Hasn't he been humiliated enough this year? "
Situ Yilan subconsciously took a step forward and clenched her hands in her sleeves. She looked at Ning Que in front of her, her face full of curiosity and worry. Although she knew that Ning Que was not as useless and despicable as his classmates said, she really couldn't understand why he wanted to climb the mountain at this time. She also couldn't figure out why he believed that he would have the opportunity to enter the Second floor of the Academy.
Under the broad golden parasol, Li Yu looked at the young man who was not strange, but also not very familiar. She revealed a thoughtful expression. She recalled the scenes on the journey back from the grassland last year, and recalled the old man Lyu Qingchen's smile and resolute words. She did not know why she had such strong confidence and hope in him, but she did not know where this confidence and hope came from.
Li Peiyan followed her gaze and looked at Ning Que with a serious and cold expression. As a prince of the Tang Empire, he was very willing to see a young man of the Tang Empire in the Academy stand up and win back some face for the Empire. But he did not want this event to have too many variables.
Priest Moli did not think that Ning Que was qualified to be a variable. He lightly glanced at him and no longer cared. At this time, Prince Long Qing had already entered the thick fog on the mountainside. Perhaps he would succeed in the next moment. In his view, whether this student stood up at this time to play to the gallery or was instructed by someone in the Academy, it would only make the West-Hill Divine Glory and the Prince more perfect.
For those who were not strong-willed and easily shaken, gazes were heavy, especially when there were so many bigwigs around the Academy's stone platform. If they gathered on one person, it could even crush a thin student.
But for Ning Que, the gazes of others were the most weightless and powerless existence in the world, no matter how many gazes gathered together. What he was going to do had nothing to do with these people, so the emotions in these gazes had nothing to do with him.
The Academy professor who was responsible for presiding over the opening ceremony of the Second floor stood expressionlessly beside the stone platform. He had already heard the instructor's introduction and knew that Ning Que was a student of the Academy. He also knew the rumors about this person this year.
"Why?" The professor asked.
Ning Que honestly smiled and asked with hands folded in front, "Not allowed? I didn't hear about the registration time limit you mentioned before. "
"Indeed not. I just heard that you pretended to be sick and gave up the semester exam last year because you were afraid of losing to your competitors. So I don't understand why you want to climb the mountain today."
"If giving up the exam and climbing the mountain are logically contradictory." Ning Que looked at the professor and calmly explained, "Then I dare to climb the mountain today, which means that the rumors in the Academy and the accusations against me are all false."
Looking at this ordinary student who dared to speak in front of him, the professor smiled slightly. His two silver-stained eyebrows fluttered in the spring breeze, and he looked quite happy. But he did not step aside. Instead, he continued to ask with a trace of interest,
"But I still want to know why you want to climb the mountain today."
Ning Que answered with a smile, "If those people from the West-Hill Divine Palace or the envoys from the Yan Kingdom asked me, I would definitely give them an answer that would shock them all. But since it's you, of course, I have to answer honestly … I want to climb the mountain because I want to."
The professor laughed and stroked his white beard. He shook his head and praised, "What a good answer. This is the best answer I've heard in the past few years."
Then he curiously asked, "If the people who asked you were those charlatans from the West-Hill or those fence-sitters from the Yan Kingdom, how would you answer?"
"If they asked me why I want to climb the mountain, I would say …"
Ning Que smiled a little embarrassedly and said, "Because the mountain is there."
The Academy professor was stunned and his fingers that were stroking his beard slightly stiffened. Then he laughed out loud and looked at Ning Que as if he was a promising student. He praised, "This is also a good answer."
"Go." The professor smiled and said, "It's just that the mountain path is dangerous and rugged. If you suddenly feel that you don't want to climb any further halfway, then you can come down. If anyone dares to mock you, I will stand up for you."
Ning Que smiled and bowed deeply to the ground. Then he left.
The professor watched him walk into the quiet alley and stroked his beard. He thought that this year's Academy students were really not all good-for-nothings and nodded with satisfaction.
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Ning Que was very familiar with the road up the mountain, at least he was familiar with the part of the road before going up. The alley, the wetland, the bamboo forest and the small building were all familiar with the scenery along the way. Even the bluestone beside the lake remembered his footsteps. When he came to the old library, he looked up and waved his hand to say hello.
The chubby Chen Pipi leaned against the window and waved his hand to the people below. He didn't want Prince Long Qing and those climbers to see him, so they couldn't see him. He wanted Ning Que to see him, so Ning Que could naturally see him.
"If you really can't climb up, don't try to be brave." Chen Pipi kindly reminded.
"Can't you say something auspicious?" Ning Que looked up at him and said, "How come no one, including you, thinks that I can climb to the top?"
"The mountain road is not so easy to climb." Chen Pipi spread out his plump hands and said sincerely, "What's more, compared with Long Qing, you are really a kitten or a puppy."
Ning Que didn't bother to pay attention to him. He waved his hand and walked to the side of the old library. Suddenly, he thought of something and stopped. He turned back and asked unwillingly, "Is there really no back door?"
Chen Pipi held the window frame and shouted, "Die."
Ning Que smiled and shook his head. He continued to walk. When he bypassed the old library, he found that there really was a back door. He had spent a whole year in the old library. He had seen the scenery downstairs from upstairs and walked around downstairs. He clearly remembered that there used to be a gray dilapidated wall here, but now there was a door here.
Behind the door was a bluestone path with green bamboos on both sides. He gradually climbed up until he slid into the dense forest and grass on the mountainside far away from the bamboo forest.
Stepping through the door, Ning Que walked up the mountain along the path in the bamboo forest.
Nothing out of the ordinary happened. The mountain path carried his body higher and higher as he walked. Gradually, he passed the wall below and passed the picturesque bamboo forest. When he looked back, he could faintly see the people in the Academy in the distance.
The mountain path ahead became narrower and narrower. The big bluestone slabs were replaced by smaller stones. There was no bird singing in the forest beside the path. It was strangely quiet.
As soon as his right foot stepped on the mountain path paved with fine stones, Ning Que suddenly frowned and his face instantly turned as pale as snow. An indescribable sharp pain struck his brain from the soles of his feet that were stepping on the surface of the mountain path!
The sudden pain made his legs weak and he almost fell down. But he forced himself to support himself on the ground. After a muffled groan, he stood up again and looked to the side of the mountain path.
Between the green forest on the side of the road, one could see the cliffs covered in moss. If one looked carefully, one could probably make out that the lines under the thick moss were actually some large characters carved on the stone. However, the strokes of the characters were painted in cinnabar red, and after countless years of wind and rain, they had long faded away.
"What a powerful Psyche Power attack. These are also the words left by the Divine Talisman Master …"
Ning Que stared at the stone engravings on the cliff in the forest, and his hands hanging beside him slightly trembled. At this moment, there were hundreds of thousands of invisible steel needles piercing through his soles. If ordinary people encountered such pain, they might have already fallen to the ground and cried out in pain. However, although his face was pale and his hands trembled, he was abnormally clear-headed, as if the pain had no effect on him.
Previously in the Academy, Ning Que looked at the mountain path from afar and saw Xie Chengyun and others walking extremely slowly on the mountain path with great difficulty. Although he could not see their expressions, he could vaguely perceive their pain. Then he guessed what kind of inhibition was on the mountain path. But he did not expect that the assessment of the Second floor of the Academy was so overbearing and barbaric that such a powerful Divine Talisman was used at the beginning.
Now he finally understood why those outstanding young cultivators from all over the world would become puppets on this mountain path and walk so slowly and with great difficulty. Under the wonderful Divine Talisman on the cliff, any natural environment around the mountain path could become a danger to prevent people from climbing the mountain. You could not avoid it and could only break through by force!
Ning Que frowned tightly and looked at his right foot that had landed on the pebbled mountain path. Suddenly, he smiled nervously and exerted strength in his waist and abdomen. He leaned forward and lifted his left foot that had fallen behind him and stepped on the pebbled mountain path.
He stepped heavily and hard, as if he was going to break the mountain path paved with pebbles.
Countless invisible needles poked out from the cracks of the pebbles and pierced deep into the soles of his feet through the hard soles of his boots. The instant numbness was quickly replaced by extreme pain, and then it was clearly transmitted into his brain.
Ning Que's face became paler, but his frowning brows gradually relaxed. He took a deep breath as if he enjoyed it, and then waved his hands and continued to walk forward.
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Intentionally or unintentionally, attentively or stealthily looking at Ning Que from the corner of their eyes, genuinely concerned or just curious, or with a mocking attitude, when Ning Que appeared on the mountain path, many people looked at him and began to pay attention to his every move.
Seeing Ning Que step on the mountain path and fall to the ground after taking a step, some people could not help but shake their heads, and some people laughed mockingly.
Priest Moli was talking indifferently with the envoy of the Yan Kingdom, and it seemed that he did not care about what happened on the mountain path at all. But after seeing Ning Que fall, he could not help but shake his head contemptuously.
After watching for such a long time, he could vaguely guess what kind of inhibition the Academy had set on the mountain path. At this time, seeing that Ning Que was so badly suppressed by the Talisman power, he was sure that Ning Que was at most in the No Doubts State — No Doubts State? It was probably a good level in the Academy's course of magic skills. But with such a state, he wanted to make a big splash after enduring for so many days? That was too wishful thinking.
Among the students of the Academy, Zhong Dajun pointed at the mountain path and sneered, "Playing to the gallery is just playing to the gallery. He only wants to attract attention, but he doesn't think about how much damage this will bring to the Academy's reputation."
Situ Yilan could not help but gasp when she saw Ning Que fall down on the mountain road. Hearing this mockery, she could not help but glare at him angrily. She took Jin Wucai's little hand and took two steps forward, pulling the distance between them and the Academy students further.
"Your hand is a little cold." Jin Wucai looked at her worriedly and said. Although the granddaughter of the Chancellor was more worried about Xie Chengyun who was still struggling on the mountain path, she was still worried about her female companion, because it seemed that Ning Que did not have any chance.
"It's okay. I just can't bear to see some people's faces." Situ Yilan glanced at the classmates who were talking behind her and sneered, "Even if Ning Que can only take one step on the mountain path, he is still better than these people who dare not even try."
Jin Wucai looked at the mountain path in the distant forest and said worriedly, "But it seems that Ning Que can't take a second step."
Situ Yilan did not answer her, but just focused on the mountain path, silently cheering for the long-forgotten friend of the Academy in her heart. Suddenly, a look of surprise appeared on her beautiful cheeks. She pointed to the distance and jumped up, shouting, "Look! Look! Ning Que is starting to walk! "
Many people in the Academy noticed what happened on the mountain path. They saw Ning Que climb up with difficulty, paused for a moment, and moved his left foot to take a step forward.
Then Ning Que took the second step, the third step, and the fourth step … Although it was obvious that his body was trembling and his walking speed was very slow, it could be felt that he was walking more and more steadily, as if each step would deeply step into the hard mountain path!
Someone among the Academy students let out a cry of surprise.
A young official from the Ministry of Rites of the Tang Empire stood up and looked at the mountain path, his face full of excitement. He did not know who the young student on the mountain path was, nor did he believe that he could defeat Prince Long Qing and climb to the top of the mountain. But he felt that as the young student walked, the previously suppressed pride and confidence returned to him.
In the corner, Chu Youxian, who was taking out the second bag of snacks to eat, opened his mouth wide in surprise, but forgot to put the pastries in. He looked at the figure on the mountain path and suddenly realized that he had never really known him.
Li Yu looked at the mountain path and smiled after a moment of silence.
Chen Pipi leaned against the window of the old library and looked at the direction of the mountain path. He sighed and said, "You are so cruel. Speaking of which … can you find anyone in this world who is more cruel to himself than you? I don't know, how far can you go? I still don't know. "
After saying this, he closed the window, and a few green leaves fluttered down.
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A few green leaves were swept down by the wind, swept over Ning Que's shoulder, and fell to the ground.
The green forest beside the mountain path was made up of many kinds of trees, but this section was mostly made up of bamboo trees. The edges of the bamboo leaves were thin and sharp, looking like pieces of sharp knives.
The falling bamboo leaves on the mountain path did not look as sharp as knives, but were really as sharp as knives.
With a soft sound, the bamboo leaf that brushed past Ning Que's shoulder tore his clothes and cut his skin like a sharp knife, leaving a thin wound on his skin.
Ning Que looked at his shoulder, but did not see the tear in his clothes, no bloodstained bamboo leaves, and no bleeding wound.
But he knew that it had indeed happened, because he could clearly feel a strong pain coming from his shoulder. He could even clearly feel the extremely unbearable strange feeling brought by the fine hairs left by the bamboo leaves in the wound.
He raised his right hand and patted his shoulder, like dusting. Of course, this action could not get rid of the invisible wounds and pain left by the bamboo leaves. But the wonderful thing was that after this action, he felt much more relaxed and continued to walk forward.
More bamboo leaves rustled down, brushing past his cheeks, brushing past the front of his robe, brushing past his back, falling on the pebbled mountain path.
His clothes were the same as before, but there were many more invisible tears, and countless more unbearable pain for ordinary people. But his face was still the same, just a little paler.
A gust of mountain wind blew, and countless bamboo leaves swirled into the air, and then dripped down like a rainstorm.
Ning Que walked in the rain of bamboo leaves, and no longer bothered to pull out the bamboo leaves that were about to fall on his body. He just kept walking in silence, and his bright eyes seemed to see the falling bamboo rain when he killed Yan Suqing in the lakeside house last year.
He walked very carefully and forcefully. Every time he lifted his foot, he would step down heavily, and fine dust splashed from the soles of his boots. He ran over the messy bamboo leaves and walked through the pain.
When the bamboo rain fell, it was the right time to kill people and climb the mountain.
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If he started late, he might have some glory, but it would be difficult to catch up. He could only walk alone on the mountain path, with no one in front or behind.
Ning Que was a little thirsty after walking, and his lips seemed to smoke. He wanted to drink some water, and then he heard the sound of flowing water beside the mountain path.
Looking up, he saw a very thin clear spring flowing out of a cliff crack beside the path, and formed a puddle in the stone pit below, with a few weeds growing beside the puddle.
He did not drink the mountain spring to his heart's content, or pity the weeds.
Because the extremely thin spring water suddenly turned into a great waterfall of yellow, muddy white foam, and came crashing down on his face, trying to knock him unconscious on the moss-covered boulder at the bottom of the deep pool.
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He continued to walk forward, still forcefully and attentively. Every step was frightening and smoky. He walked slowly and firmly through the dense forest along the mountain path, and came to the middle of a meadow in the mountain.
Without the shade of trees, the still hot afternoon sun unceremoniously sprinkled down, plated the meadow with a layer of bright red, as if it would ignite everything beside the mountain path.
Ning Que covered his forehead with his hand, looked up at the sky, and let out a tired sigh. Then he noticed from the corner of his eyes that there was a small lake beside the mountain path in front of him, reflecting light like a mirror.
The lake was very small, very calm, and clear, and he could see the silent fish swimming in it.
There was a light yellow flower growing between the stones beside the lake.
A mountain breeze blew gently, and the little yellow flower trembled, looking extremely frightened.
There was a slight ripple on the calm lake surface, and the little fish flicked its tail and disappeared into the stones.
An angry sea appeared in front of Ning Que. The seawater was extremely blue and almost black, like the ink in the inkstone he was familiar with. The seawater kept rolling, setting off mountain-high waves, making angry roars, and constantly slapping the embankment and him standing on the embankment.
His feet were like nails as he stood firmly on the embankment, staring at the ink-colored waves that blotted out the sky and covered the earth. Even if his body felt as if it had been hit by a boulder, even if his drenched clothes were torn to pieces by the seawater and then brought back into the sea, he still did not take a step back.
Then the sea stood up.
The seawater, as dark as ink, stood up like a wall, no, like the earth.
The sea cut the sky into two halves, and slowly pressed toward him. In this vertical sea that cut the sky and the earth, one could see a whirlpool larger than a mountain, and could see the silent and helpless seabirds flying around, and could see death.
Then the sea fell down.
Ning Que also fell down.
He fell heavily on the mountain path, frowned in pain, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The small lake in front of the road was still calm, with only a few ripples.
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A calm but proud voice came from the depths of the mountain fog.
This kind of pride was different from the pride of Prince Long Qing, who pretended to be indifferent. The owner of the voice did not bother to hide his pride, nor did he deliberately show his pride. His pride came from the strength of his heart, which came from his nature, and did not make people feel disgusted at all.
"It is said that the handwriting on the cliff of the mountain path was engraved by the predecessors of the Academy. After the inhibition is opened, those who intend to break through the inhibition will have to endure the pain and power hidden in the talisman, and then the pain and power of the mountain path will be greater."
The calm and proud voice continued, "Many years ago, I fought with Eldest Senior Brother. Although you all know Eldest Senior Brother's temperament, and he wouldn't really be ruthless to me, I still couldn't beat him. So, in a fit of anger, I crushed the mold that Teacher used to make plum cakes. So, Teacher also got angry, and then made a cruel decision to punish me by walking on the mountain path."
There were many reasons for the exclamations. Some were amazed by Eldest Brother's strength, some were amazed by Second Brother's strength, and he could crush the steel cake mold carved with talismans by the Headmaster of the Academy with his bare hands. Some were amazed by Second Brother's audacity to make the Headmaster of the Academy have no plum cakes to eat …
"When I walked on the mountain path that year, of course, I caused a much greater movement than this guy. In the end, I only fell to the ground when the Milky Way shattered and meteorites flew everywhere. But it is not easy for this guy to cause the wrath of the sea."
Someone in the fog expressed his approval, and someone sighed and said, "But it seems that the more pain he can endure, the more pain he has to endure. This guy is too unlucky."
"Unlucky?" Someone asked angrily.
"Unlucky." That person hurriedly explained.
"None of you have seen Youngest Uncle. Only Eldest Brother and I have seen him."
Second Senior Brother's mood eased up slightly, and he spoke proudly as if he felt that meeting the Youngest Uncle was something to be proud of.
"Youngest Uncle once said that fate itself is a very cruel guy. If it wants to choose you to undertake a mission, then before it is sure that you are able to undertake this mission, it will try its best to break every bone in you, strip every bit of your flesh and blood, and let you suffer the most extreme pain in the world. Only in this way can your will and mind be strong enough to be chosen by fate …"
In the thick fog, someone was talking about his memories, and someone was whispering, "Now it seems that Second Brother really admires Youngest Uncle the most."
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"What's the big deal about breaking every bone? What's the big deal about stripping every bit of flesh and blood? What's the big deal about suffering the most extreme pain in the world? In Min Mountain and on the grassland, which bone of mine hasn't been broken? Which part of my body hasn't been hurt? "
Ning Que leaned on the hard mountain path, feeling the edges and corners of the thin stones under his body. He felt that all his bones had been smashed by the sea. But there was no fear in his eyes, only indifference.
He struggled to get up with his hands on the ground, raised his sleeves to wipe the blood on his lips, and looked back at the long mountain path he had walked, shouting, "Last summer in the old library, I read the books you wrote!"
"I saw the needles you hid in the books! I saw the bamboo leaves you hid in the books! I was knocked unconscious by that damn waterfall! I was also swallowed by that stinky sea, but so what? I am still standing here! Last year, I was an ordinary person who knew nothing. None of these could knock me down, not to mention that I am now a genius who has embarked on the cultivation path! "
It was quiet beside the clear lake on the meadow, and these arrogant shouts kept echoing. No birds flew out of the forest, and no insects raised their heads in surprise. Only the echoes gradually went away, until they disappeared, and then it was quiet again. Those small fish swam out from the stones, wagging their tails, and swam into the sky.
Ning Que suddenly looked up at the blue sky above his head without branches. He smiled and murmured, "Master Haotian, you have made me suffer so much these years. So you want to pay me back here?"
He turned back and walked forward with difficulty while wiping the blood from his mouth and nose. His movements were slow and difficult, and he looked painful and embarrassed, but his face was full of a sincere and happy smile.
Suddenly, he thought of something and said with self-blame, "Thank God? You should thank yourself first. You are so capable, and these are what you deserve. "
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It was quiet for a long time at the end of the mountain mist.
Second Brother suddenly sighed and said, "Although this guy's state is bad and his cultivation is poor, his arrogance is really a bit mischievous."
Another faint voice sounded, "Second Brother, why do I feel that this guy's arrogance is a bit like yours?"
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The sun gradually set in the west. The forest and the mountain path were still bright, but the temperature dropped a little. Ning Que walked with difficulty while wiping the blood and sweat. He walked very slowly and painfully, but he didn't care, because he had been fleeing since he was four years old, especially when he carried Sangsang across the vast Min Mountain. It made him understand a truth that it didn't matter if he walked slowly. As long as he kept walking, one day he would reach the place he wanted to reach, and he would be able to surpass those who didn't dare to walk on the road.
At this time, Ning Que finally saw a fellow traveler.
He glanced at the young man sitting on the road, and his eyes swept over the sword at his waist. He remembered that he had heard from his classmates in the Academy that this person seemed to be a swordsman from the South Jin Kingdom, whose power was hostile to Xie Chengyun's family. But he didn't know whether he had anything to do with the Sage of Sword, Liu Bai.
Thinking of Liu Bai, Ning Que couldn't help but think of the words of the female professor in the Sword Forest this morning. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and thought of the thrilling mountain path. He couldn't help but feel a little regretful, but he soon dispelled all these regrets.
The young swordsman from the South Jin Kingdom, with his face full of pain and horror, fell to the side of the road, holding a small tree with both hands, like a drowning man holding the last piece of wood on the boat. No one knew what kind of mental shock he had experienced on the mountain path.
Seeing Ning Que walk by, the young swordsman from the South Jin Kingdom showed a little bit of shame on his face. He subconsciously gritted his teeth, and gradually showed a resolute expression between his eyebrows, ready to climb up.
Ning Que didn't stop to talk to him, but just walked by in silence. However, he didn't know if it was because of the mental shock he had received today, those bad habits hidden in his bones since he came to Chang 'an City began to break out uncontrollably.
What if this guy stands up again after being inspired by me? What if this guy can bear the mental shock on the mountain path? What if this guy realizes something in the pain like me, or even directly breaks the realm? Although this kind of small probability event usually only happens to people like Prince Long Qing, what if the back of the mountain of the Academy is a place to create miracles? Then I've inspired a potential competitor with my perseverance and determination?
Ning Que slowly stopped, feeling that he couldn't let this happen. He turned back to look at the young swordsman from the South Jin Kingdom who was hugging the small tree and trying to stand up with difficulty. He said in the most sincere tone and expression, "If you can't bear it, don't continue. We've just climbed up the mountain, and no one knows what kind of test we'll face later. I saw many people being carried down the mountain on stretchers just now. I heard from the instructor of the Academy that two of them have received a mental shock that may affect their future cultivation."
He raised his hand and pointed to his forehead, saying sincerely, "If you want to continue, of course it's very admirable. But I advise you to seriously consider it."
The so-called courage and determination were often things that happened in an instant. If one seriously considered it, then everything would become a bubble. If the thin small tree was the last piece of the ship that the young swordsman from the South Jin Kingdom was hugging in the sea, then Ning Que's words were the last wave that slapped the ship away.
The young swordsman from the South Jin Kingdom glanced at Ning Que, and after a moment of hesitation, loosened his right hand that was tightly holding the small tree. He sighed and sat back down, lowering his head in pain and sadness.
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The second person Ning Que met on the mountain path was the young monk.
The young monk was not going up the mountain, but going down the mountain. He was not as embarrassed as the young swordsman from the South Jin Kingdom. When he walked down the mountain path, he had a faint smile on his face, and his tattered monk robe fluttered in the wind, looking quite otherworldly.
At the foot of the mountain, Ning Que could tell that the young monk's state was quite high. Even if it was slightly lower than Prince Long Qing's, it was not by much. Looking at his current appearance, it was obvious that he still had some strength left. Ning Que didn't understand why he would give up.
"You're not going?" he asked.
The young monk smiled and shook his head, saying, "The fog is not good, so I'm not going."
After saying this, the young monk's gaze fell on the bloodstains on Ning Que's body and face. His handsome brows slightly furrowed, and his smile gradually faded. He asked, "Why are you so embarrassed?"
"I'd also like to ask why you're not embarrassed." Ning Que replied.
The young monk looked at him quietly, and suddenly said, "I suddenly feel that you might be a threat to me in the future. I want to kill you before you're strong enough."
Ning Que shook his head, pointed to the end of the mountain path, and said, "This is the Academy, and this is the back of the mountain. You don't dare to kill me. Besides, thank you for telling me this. If we meet again next time, I'll try to kill you first."
"If you want to kill each other, shouldn't you tell each other your names?" The young monk smiled and said, "I'm Wu Dao from the Wilderness."
Ning Que smiled and said, "I thought you were a monk from the Yuelun Kingdom, and I have a question that has been bothering me for a long time. It seems that I can't ask you now."
The monk Wu Dao smiled and said, "Still want to ask?"
Ning Que tidied up his clothes, and sincerely said, "Zhong Dajun from the Academy."
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Not long after passing by the young monk, Ning Que met the third person beside the mountain path. It was the Academy teenager Wang Ying who had fallen into a coma.
Ning Que poured a handful of water on Wang Ying's face, and then turned back to look down the mountain path. He thought that the monk must have seen the unconscious teenager when he passed by, but he didn't stop to save him. Sure enough, he was not merciful, and the murder might be true.
Among the six students of the course of magic skills, only Wang Ying from Linchuan was still persisting on the mountain path except for Xie Chengyun. But the teenager couldn't hold on for too long. Ning Que glanced at Wang Ying's red face, and knew that he fainted because of the shock. Although he knew how to cure it, he really didn't have the energy and time to go to the valley to pick herbs.
He stood up and shouted towards the bottom of the mountain path, "Where are you four porters?"
Just as he finished speaking, there was a sound of clothes fluttering in the woods beside the road. The four deacons of the old library carried a simple stretcher and ran over breathlessly. They glanced at the unconscious Wang Ying and explained to Ning Que, "We were resting just now, so we didn't find it."
"In addition, we are deacons of the old library, not porters." That person was seriously explaining, and suddenly saw Ning Que's face clearly. He was shocked and shouted, "Why is it you again!"
Ning Que said angrily, "I have just said this at the foot of the mountain."
They were all old acquaintances, so it was natural that they didn't need to explain. A deacon looked at Ning Que and patted his chest, saying with fear, "Fortunately, climbing the mountain is a one-time business. If you climb the mountain like last year, you will run to death alone."
Ning Que laughed, which affected his injury, and blood gushed out from the corner of his mouth.
"You are bleeding." A deacon kindly reminded.
"It's nothing." Ning Que carelessly wiped off the blood dripping from his lower jaw, and looked at them curiously and asked, "Why can you enter the mountain path?"
"We are not cultivators." The deacon explained.
Ning Que called softly, and regretfully thought that if it was this day last year, when he couldn't cultivate, wouldn't it be easy to climb the long mountain path?
"Don't dream about it. There are many troubles ahead of us." The deacon reminded.
Ning Que laughed, and pointed to Wang Ying who was still in a coma, and said, "Then I will leave this child to you. I will go first."
After saying this, he waved to the four acquaintances who had witnessed his climbing career, put his hands behind his back, and continued to climb the mountain while humming a tune.
"He talks like an old man, but in fact, he is also a child." A deacon looked at the back of the figure on the mountain path, shook his head, and said with emotion, "I don't know what kind of luck this guy has. He can actually cultivate."
A deacon said with a smile, "Think about how miserable he was when he climbed the stairs every day last year. I think it is unfair for a child like him who can bear hardships not to be able to cultivate. "
At this moment, Wang Ying, who had undergone simple treatment, slowly woke up. He laid on the stretcher and looked at the blurry figure on the mountain path. He subconsciously rubbed his eyes, and when he saw clearly, he still could not believe what he was seeing.
Wang Ying looked at the figure disappearing into the forest and murmured in shock, "Ning Que? How could it be him? Why did he come up the mountain? He … he … why is he still humming a song? "
Ning Que's self-composed children's song could be faintly heard from the front of the mountain path. His voice was very hoarse, but it was very powerful, and it was as stubborn as life.
"I have a knife, I cut all the grass in the mountain …"
"I have two knives, I cut all the heads of my enemies …"
"I have three knives, I cut all the unhappy things …"
"I cut you to death with one knife …"
"I cut you to death with two knives …"
"I cut you to death with every knife …"
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(201112110047 Edit … This chapter was written very well at that time, and it has been carefully revised. This time it can't be revised. I can only shamelessly ask for monthly votes and recommendation votes one month later.) (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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