In the twilight, the hole in the cliff looked like the open mouth of a monster.
Looking at the entrance of the cave, Ning Que had this feeling in his mind. He knew that this description was too cliché, but he really couldn't find anything more appropriate than this.
The cave seemed to be ready to devour everyone, including light, spring, summer, autumn, winter, time, and all the feelings attached to time.
Ning Que felt extremely cold when he thought about how long he would take to get out of this cave. He might be imprisoned in it for a few months, a few years, or even ten years. He could not see the girls in Chang 'an for ten years, nor eat the hot and sour noodle slice soup for ten years. How old would the girls in the House of Red Sleeves be after ten years? Xiaocao would probably be married. Would Dewdrop go back to her hometown?
In fact, Ning Que might be imprisoned in the back of the mountain for more than ten years, such as a lifetime. But he, who stood in front of the cave, did not want to think about that.
He was a student of the Second floor of the Academy and a core disciple of the Headmaster of the Academy. After seeing the scene in the twilight, all the dark emotions in his heart disappeared. He trusted the mountain behind the Academy and the people in it. However, he had lived a miserable life since he was a child. At the thought of handing over his life and freedom to others, he instinctively began to resist and want to escape.
Ning Que looked back at the Headmaster who was eating mutton and drinking by the cliff and asked, "Teacher, why did you lock me up? Is it because of joining the Devil or because of … something else? "
He wanted to ask the Headmaster if it was because the Divine Priest of Light thought that he was the Son of Yama, so the Headmaster punished him and isolated him from the world. But he did not ask. He firmly believed that he had nothing to do with the illusory Yama. But many years ago, because of those illusory legends, there had been a bloody storm. He did not want to have anything to do with this matter.
The Headmaster did not turn back and asked, "What do you mean by imprisonment?"
Ning Que looked at his back and answered after a moment of silence, "Depriving of freedom."
The Headmaster said, "Freedom is very precious. Compared with freedom, even life is nothing. Only freedom itself is more precious than freedom."
Ning Que did not understand this sentence.
The Headmaster put the chopsticks back into the lunchbox, picked up a piece of ginger with his fingers and put it into his mouth, chewing slowly.
After a while, he stood up and turned around to look at Ning Que at the entrance of the cave. He said, "Since freedom itself is more precious than freedom, then there is only one reason to deprive you of your freedom. That is, they want you to have greater freedom. This is a very simple matter."
Ning Que vaguely understood more things and said helplessly, "Teacher, since it's such a simple thing, why didn't you tell me in a simple way?"
After saying this, he slowly turned around and looked at the cliff cave in front of him. After a long silence, he took a deep breath and walked inside.
The last rays of twilight shone on Chang 'an City in the distance, as well as on the desolate cliffs here. The golden red was like the purest flame, and the cliff cave was like an entrance to the unknown in the fire.
It was very quiet in the cliff cave. There wasn't even a gust of wind. It was slightly cold and the air was very dry.
Ning Que, who had been hunting and killing for years, instinctively closed his eyes when he walked into the darkness from the bright place. When he opened his eyes again, he was used to the brightness of the environment.
The light outside the cliff cave shone in. The cave was not as dark as it looked from the outside, and he could clearly see the natural lines between the stones on the cave walls.
Ning Que suddenly came to his senses.
Did he just walk in like this?
Was it that simple?
He turned around and looked out of the cave. He saw Sangsang holding a protruding rock at the entrance of the cave, looking at him with a worried face. The Headmaster at the edge of the cliff had already begun to pack up the lunchbox and was ready to leave.
He was very close to the entrance of the cave, and could even see the last scene of the southern city wall of Chang 'an City beyond the clouds. However, once he walked into the cliff cave, Ning Que felt as if he was abandoned by the real human world outside, and a strong sense of loneliness and fear arose in his heart.
"Teacher."
Ning Que looked at the Headmaster who was about to leave and asked in a trembling voice, "Is it possible that I will never come out?"
"So many people have pleaded for you, and it seems that you are popular. If you really want to stay here for the rest of your life, I believe that they will come to keep you company. You don't have to worry about being too lonely."
The Headmaster looked at him saying this, and then walked down the mountain with the lunchbox. The loose black robe on him, under the red glow of the setting sun, looked like a burning bird's wings.
Looking at the Headmaster's back, Ning Que revealed a bitter smile. If he was really going to be imprisoned in this cliff cave for the rest of his life, what was the point of being popular?
No filial son can be found in bed for a long time, and no one knows you for a long time. No matter how good a friend is, who can accompany you to be imprisoned for the rest of your life? If he really stayed in the cliff cave, he would eventually be forgotten by the world.
Of course, there would be someone who would always be with him.
Ning Que looked at Sangsang outside the cave. Although they were not far apart, he felt that she was far away. He looked at her eyes and said, "If I still can't come out in three months, you can go down the mountain."
Sangsang wanted to say something.
Ning Que shook his head and said, "Don't force me to use those sissy methods."
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Legend had it that those extremely powerful Divine Talisman Masters could draw a ground as a prison. Ning Que had never seen Master Yan Se use this method, but he had seen the Confinement of the West-Hill Divine Palace, the deacon of the Judicial Department in the tent of the Desolate Man, and the Confinement Array drawn by Youngest Uncle with the Haoran Sword in the Front Gate of the Devil's Doctrine.
The entrance of the cliff cave seemed to be empty. Occasionally, a gust of wind blew by, and dust slowly floated in and out of the cave. But Ning Que knew that there must be something there.
The Headmaster imprisoned him in this cave and told him that he could only go out after he figured it out. If he figured it out, he could understand everything in the world, and if he figured it out, he could walk out of the cave.
His seclusion in the cliff cave could be regarded as a punishment, a tempering of his mind, and a test.
Every time he encountered a real test, Ning Que would calm down as fast as he could and dispel all the anxiety when he was sure that there was no other way. He would never be anxious, but would make the best preparation before he tried to face the test.
So he sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to meditate. The Great Spirit in his body slowly flowed and began to absorb the aura of Heaven and Earth around him according to a certain rhythm.
The sun had set at this time, and Chang 'an City was shrouded in shadows. People there had probably seen the night ahead of time, but people on the top of the cliff could still enjoy some remaining sunlight.
The light shone on his eyelashes, which were as bright as a layer of honey powder.
Ning Que opened his eyes and made sure that he had adjusted himself to the best state, both mentally and physically. He got up and walked to the entrance of the cave slowly and steadily.
The last afterglow shrouded the entrance of the cliff cave, and he walked into the afterglow.
Suddenly, Ning Que felt that the air in front of him, including the afterglow in the sky, was stagnant, as if it was as sticky as water with a lot of honey in it, bringing with it a lot of resistance.
Especially when he went out of the cave, the invisible resistance was magnified countless times, and in the end, it was almost like a swamp, making it difficult for him to breathe and take a step forward.
Feeling the obstacle at the entrance of the cave, he did not try to forcibly break through, but retreated back into the cave as fast as he could. It was not until he took three steps back that he finally got rid of the sticky invisible force. He slightly gasped for a moment, and then his pale face returned to normal.
Sangsang walked out of the hut by the cliff, holding a lit torch in her hand.
With the warm red light of the torch, Ning Que carefully examined the entrance of the cliff cave. He looked very carefully, including the seemingly natural lines on the wall and even the gravel on the ground. However, he did not find any fluctuation of talisman intent, nor did he see any trace of tactical array.
The inhibition of the cliff cave was not a talisman or tactical array, but an aura that appeared out of nowhere.
This aura was very simple, but it was incomparably powerful. It was like the purest wine, but it was extremely strong.
The aura of Heaven and Earth between the cliffs was called to the entrance of the cave by this aura in a way that he could not understand.
With such a large amount of aura of Heaven and Earth blocking the small cave entrance, it could be imagined how much it was compressed. It was so thick and condensed that it had even exceeded a certain boundary, directly causing some kind of qualitative change, which made the invisible Qi of Heaven and Earth become a substantial obstacle!
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Sangsang held the torch and looked into the cave, shouting, "Young master, how is it? Can you do it? "
"It's not that easy to find a way out."
Ning Que shook his head, looking at her holding the torch, and suddenly said, "Step aside."
Sangsang struggled to insert the torch into the ground outside the cave entrance, and returned to the hut by the cliff.
Looking at the entrance of the cliff cave, Ning Que thought that if the inhibition of the cave entrance was some kind of complicated tactical array or a Divine Talisman, he really could not do anything with his current state. However, the inhibition here was directly condensed by the strong aura of the Qi of Heaven and Earth, which was more like a substantial barrier.
For cultivators, the amount of Qi of Heaven and Earth condensed by this inhibition was too much, and it could even directly affect their Psyche Power to control the Qi of Heaven and Earth. But for Ning Que, this inhibition seemed to have some kind of loophole, because he did not need to mobilize the Qi of Heaven and Earth.
After inheriting the Youngest Uncle's Great Spirit and joining the Devil, Ning Que's body became stronger and stronger. As long as the barrier was tangible, he should be able to use brute force to break through. The more he thought about it, the brighter his eyes became, and he felt that this method seemed feasible.
Ning Que looked at the entrance of the cliff cave, thinking of the shocked faces of his Senior Brothers and Sisters, and the ugly face of the Headmaster when he rushed out and took Sangsang down the mountain. He became more and more excited.
The Great Spirit silently flowed, instilling into the smallest part of his body.
Staring at the entrance of the cave, Ning Que slightly bent his knees and gradually lifted his heels. With a snap, his left foot fiercely kicked the hard ground, and a clear footprint appeared on the hard ground.
With the huge recoil force, his whole body whistled through the air, and suddenly rushed to the entrance of the cave like an arrow!
There was a muffled groan from the entrance of the cliff cave.
A figure, like a wild goose shot through the neck by an arrow, flew miserably and fell to the ground miserably.
Ning Que fell heavily on the ground, embarrassed.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the blood fell like rain on the footprint he had just left.
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(This is the third chapter. The fourth chapter must be written before 2: 45! I want to watch the game! I want to watch the game today! Besides, I have to admit that Ronaldo is indeed one of the two best players in the world, although I still prefer Little White.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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