Ning Que spent the whole night looking at the cut marks on the cave wall and touching them carefully like a blind man. His palms turned red and even started to peel, but he still couldn't find any secrets left by Youngest Uncle.
After meditating for ten whole days, forgetting to eat and sleep for ten whole days, and forcefully suppressing the anxiety in his heart and pretending to be calm for ten whole days, he was already exhausted to the extreme. His mental state was very tense, and after such a fruitless night, all these negative things suddenly burst out.
His messy black hair draped over his shoulders, and he looked haggard. Looking at the two books on his knees, Ning Que kept muttering to himself. But because his voice was hoarse and weak, no one could hear what he was saying clearly.
Sangsang walked into the cave with water and looked at him worriedly.
Ning Que took the towel and rubbed his face absentmindedly. When the wet towel was used to wipe off the sticky and dried mud at the corner of his eyes, it tore a very thin cut, which made him frown in pain.
The wet towel was cold. His cheeks turned red, not knowing whether it was because of fatigue or pain. The scarlet color appeared on his cheeks, which were slightly pale because of the lack of sunlight. It was not very good-looking, but looked very unhealthy, like a person who had been sick for a long time.
His mental state was extremely bad, so the efficiency of reading and learning naturally became extremely low. He held the two books and tried to read them, but found that he seemed to be reading the Classics in the old library, and he became the loser who couldn't cultivate again. The ink characters on the paper floated up mischievously and began to swim around like tadpoles, which could not be caught no matter how hard he tried.
He closed the book helplessly, closed his eyes, and began to review what he had learned a few days ago. However, his mental state was so bad that even his brain seemed to become unclear, and there was a big deviation in his memory. When he thought about some problems in the book, he couldn't remember what Senior Sister Yu Lian said at that time, even though Senior Sister Yu Lian had already given the answer the day before yesterday.
Depressed and annoyed, he naturally said what he thought. His hoarse and tired voice was so vague that he was completely murmuring to himself to vent his emotions.
However, he didn't expect that Sangsang, who had been sitting quietly beside him, would suddenly say something, which was the answer given by Senior Sister Yu Lian the day before yesterday.
Ning Que was slightly stunned, and then he remembered that his little handmaiden's memory had always been extraordinary.
Sangsang began to repeat what Yu Lian and Chen Pipi said two days ago. However, Ning Que was in such a bad state that he reluctantly waved his hand after listening for a while, indicating that there was no need to continue.
He threw the two books beside the futon like garbage, stood up, stretched, and yawned. He slowly walked to the cliff cave entrance and looked at the world outside.
The cliff behind the Back Mountain of the Academy was extremely beautiful, even breathtakingly beautiful. However, even if the lines on the precipice were like knives that pierced people's hearts, they were not real knives after all. After looking at them for a long time, they would always be the same lines.
The azure sky in front of the cliff was as if it would never change. It stayed there quietly and peacefully. The initial beauty had now gradually turned into the dull blue paint of the worst painter.
The flowing clouds and deep fog at the waist of the cliff were also the same.
Looking at the scenery outside the cliff cave, Ning Que felt slightly cold. It had only been ten days, and he had been busy with cultivation these days, so he didn't have much time to enjoy the scenery. Now he was already tired of it. If he was really imprisoned in the cliff cave for ten months or even ten years, how could he survive?
Just when he began to feel empty, lonely, and cold, there suddenly came a lively sound on the stone path below the cliff plateau. The sound of clothes rustling and footsteps was more of a quarrel.
With the addition of these voices, the scenery of the precipice, which seemed to be eternally unchanging, suddenly flowed and became lively for some reason. It had a completely different beauty from before.
It turned out that emptiness and loneliness had nothing to do with the scenery, but only with people.
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"It's too hard to climb! It's too terrible! Twelfth Brother said we couldn't come up. I said we should call Youngest Brother at the waterfall and show our friendship. But you just had to climb up here! "
Ninth Brother Beigong Weiyang complained while panting. He angrily waved the antique flute in his hand, as if he wanted to drive all his companions down the cliff. The mountain wind drilled into the flute and then out, making a low whimper, as if it was crying, but more like his panting at this time.
Fifth Brother wiped the sweat from his forehead and took down the dripping wood chessboard on his back. He looked at him and said with a sneer, "But we finally climbed up."
Beigong Weiyang carefully moved two steps to the edge of the cliff and looked down. Then he quickly stepped back several steps and patted his chest with lingering fear. He said, "I'm just worried that I can't go down later."
Ning Que was very touched that the seven Senior Brothers came together to visit him. He stood at the cliff cave entrance and excitedly waited for them to show concern for him. Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, he found that they only cared about bickering. Finally, he couldn't help but remind them loudly, "Hey, hey, I'm here!"
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The disciples of the back of the mountain of the Academy were often crazy about their own things. In addition, the back of the mountain was too big, so they couldn't see each other every day. Sometimes they couldn't even see each other for dozens of days. But the friendship between fellow disciples would not be weakened because of this. Ning Que was the latest to enter the sect and was the youngest Younger Brother. Naturally, he was loved and taken care of by his Senior Brothers.
The Senior Brothers worried that the Youngest Brother was imprisoned in the cliff cave and lonely and complained too much. So they specially went to the Headmaster of the Academy and got permission to visit him. Then they came together.
However, when they really saw the haggard and pale Youngest Brother in the cliff cave, they didn't know what to say. Because no matter from which angle they looked at it, these crazy people in the back of the mountain of the Academy were really not good at comforting or comforting people.
Everyone looked at Wang Chi, because they all knew that he liked thinking and the most important thing was that he was the eleventh and the youngest among all the people who went up the mountain. So this difficult task was naturally given to him.
Wang Chi was silent for a long time and silently organized the words in his heart. Finally, he thought of how to say it. He squeezed out a fake smile with difficulty and looked at Ning Que seriously. He said, "Since the Headmaster doesn't stop us from coming up the mountain to see you, then we will come to see you every day. In this way, even if you really can't come out for the rest of your life, it is not too troublesome. You can also take the opportunity to study in peace."
Ning Que's face suddenly darkened and he said, "Eleventh Brother, I'm not a wildflower in the forest who only knows how to talk but only knows how to talk. Can you say something auspicious?"
Fifth Brother hurriedly came forward with the chessboard. He smiled and sat in front of the line at the entrance of the cliff cave. He threw the urn containing the black pieces to Ning Que and said, "The only way to solve your worries is to play chess."
Ning Que held the urn and said helplessly, "My body can't cross the line. How can I play chess?"
Fifth Brother thought it was reasonable and reached out to take the urn back. Then he said, "You tell me, and I will let Eighth Brother play for you."
Eighth Brother lightly flicked the wide sleeves of his Academy uniform and floated over like an immortal. Then he sat beside Fifth Brother and glanced at Ning Que. He said, "Youngest Brother, although it is to relieve your boredom and amuse you, you have to be serious. Although I am playing for you, I still don't want to lose to him. "
Beigong Weiyang sneered and said, "I heard that the Headmaster gave Youngest Brother three books. Looking at his expression now, I am afraid that he has consumed a lot of energy. How can he have the energy to play chess with you?"
Ning Que thought that this sentence was really appropriate and reliable.
Beigong Weiyang turned to look at Ning Que and said, "Youngest Brother, let Ximen and I play a song to help you calm down."
Ning Que was silent for a while and looked at Fifth Brother. He said, "Senior Brother, I will go first."
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The sound of zither and flute was elegant and distant. The chess pieces fell on the wooden chessboard and made a clear and moving sound. From time to time, Fifth Brother's angry rebuke and Eighth Brother's incessant support for Ning Que could be heard. Countless sounds mixed together and there was no beauty to speak of. It was noisy and indescribable.
At this time, the cliff cave was not lonely at all. It was as lively as the vegetable market in the Southern City of Chang 'an in the morning. Ning Que held a black chess piece and thought in a daze, "Is this also a retreat?"
He suddenly missed the previous emptiness, loneliness and coldness.
Fourth Brother, who had been silent, finally couldn't stand it anymore. He sternly drove those crazy people out of the cave and then looked at Ning Que who was relieved. He said, "Everyone is just being kind."
Ning Que sincerely replied, "I can understand."
Fourth Brother said again, "What we have learned is not helpful for you to break through. Today, we are here to encourage you. What do you want?"
Ning Que smiled and shook his head. He was going to ask Sangsang to make tea for Senior Brothers. Although he was now a prisoner of the Academy, there was indeed some good tea in the hut.
However, when he looked at Sangsang, he found that the little girl was standing on the edge of the cliff with Sixth Brother. They were pointing at the hut and talking about something. Sixth Brother kept nodding honestly.
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When Sixth Brother walked back to the cliff cave, everyone knew what he and Sangsang had been discussing.
They were going to completely renovate the hut. Not only did they strengthen and renovate it, but the most important thing was to build a rain corridor to directly connect the hut with the cliff cave.
If it was on flat ground, such a large-scale renovation project was naturally not a big deal. However, the cliff plateau was suspended between the precipices of the back mountain, and the transportation of materials was a big problem.
Beigong Weiyang looked at the steep and narrow stone path and his face suddenly became extremely pale.
His hunch was indeed right.
Fourth Brother looked at everyone coldly and said, "You all have to do it."
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Although they were all infatuated with music, chess, flowers, and trees, they were all powerhouses who had already entered the upper Seethrough State as the core disciples of the Headmaster of Academy.
New trees, old stones, and countless materials were continuously sent to the cliff plateau and then handed over to Sixth Brother to build by himself. In less than half a day, this seemingly difficult work was successfully completed.
The hut on the edge of the cliff was one story higher and was fixed by 14 beams against the cliff. Wang Chi secretly went to the hut on the other side of the mountain and stole many frost-colored long grass that the Headmaster liked the most. He locked them on the beams with thin iron chains. It not only looked beautiful and elegant, but also there was no need to worry about any storms in the future.
The roofed corridor between the hut and the cliff cave was more exquisitely designed. Thin trees without their barks were hanging in the air, covered with six straw mats that Seventh Sister had robbed from Second Brother's yard. The straw mats were torn with many small holes, and thin green vines were running through them, adding a lot of business to the sky.
Ning Que stood at the entrance of the cave and looked at the new and extremely beautiful cliff plateau. He looked at those Senior Brothers who were covered with mud and sweat and were giggling at the green vines in the rain corridor. He suddenly felt that the slightly cold wind in the mountain became warm.
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(I have to get up at 5: 30 tomorrow to send my friend to the airport, so I have to go to sleep now. Today I will only write two chapters, and tomorrow I will write four chapters, maybe more. There are only four days left, and there are sixty or seventy thousand words left. I have to work harder. Ning Que also has to work harder tomorrow. He will succeed soon, and I … will strive for success. I cry silently. Zhou Tui is the first. Thank you very much. It is past midnight now. Please vote for me with your recommendation votes. Thank you very much.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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