In order to save time, Qi Sha deliberately took a wrong step and instantly returned to the entrance of the Maze Matrix. p
"Hey, where is he?" p
Qi Sha looked around with a dumbfounded face. He didn't see Ding Ning, which made him wonder, "Did this guy get angry and go down the mountain?" p
Thinking of this, Qi Sha couldn't help regretting. "Why didn't I take him to the National Warrior's Mansion? Why did I test him? I'm asking for trouble." p
"If I let him go, Master and Martial Uncle will definitely scold me. I can't let this guy go back." Qi Sha chased him down the mountain with a bitter face. p
But he didn't see Ding Ning until he was halfway up the mountain. Qi Sha was dumbfounded. He chased him with all his strength. "Even if this guy has wings, he can't run so fast." p
"Did this guy drive away?" Qi Sha scratched his head helplessly and unwillingly chased him down the mountain. But he didn't see Ding Ning until he reached the foot of the mountain. p
Now, Seven Kills was at a loss. He knew why Seventh Uncle Master had invited Ding Ning. If Ding Ning had an accident because of his deliberate neglect and the treatment of Third Uncle Master was delayed, he would not be able to atone for his crime even if he died a hundred times. p
Feeling bitter, Qi Sha thought that Ding Ning couldn't run so fast. He must be trapped somewhere by mistake. But he didn't dare to make it public, so he could only start to look for him all over the mountain. p
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"Haha, Old Nine, your disciple has always been proud and arrogant. He thinks that he is unparalleled in cunning. Now he is embarrassed." p
Ding Ning was leisurely crossing his legs and sleeping with a green bristle grass in his mouth. Suddenly, he heard Xiang Tiange's voice. p
"This little guy is a little interesting. Qi Sha is good at everything, but he thinks he is smart and always likes to take unconventional measures. It's good to teach him a lesson and make him suffer. Otherwise, he will always be too proud." p
A strange old man's voice was full of complacency. p
"Alright, don't show off so blatantly. Isn't it just a good disciple? Don't show off. " p
Xiang Tiange said angrily. Both Tanlang and Pojun were his disciples, but they were not as good as Qisha in terms of aptitude and reaction when facing the enemy, which made him jealous. Seeing that Qisha was defeated by Ding Ning, he gloated in his heart. p
"I'm not showing off, I'm just stating the facts, haha!" p
Qu Wuyou laughed complacently. If the disciple was outstanding, the master would also be proud. Ding Ning played Qi-Sha, but he was not angry. He thought that Ding Ning was a good child. If he had a good temperament, he could consider taking him as a disciple. p
"Hehe, little fellow, Seven Kills is running up the mountain to look for you. It's time for you to vent your anger. Hurry up and come over." p
Xiang Tiange said this to Ding Ning. p
Ding Ning felt a chill in his heart. He had always been very confident in his intuition of spying, but he did not expect that every move he made today was seen by others without him knowing it. p
Was this the power of a Deity? Despite being so far away, he was still able to sense his every move. p
He did not know that when Xiang Tiange and Qu Wuyou signed the "Peace Agreement" in the Ancient Martial World with Taizu, they were seriously injured and dying. It was only because of Xiahou Weiyang's collection of treasures of heaven and earth that they were saved from the hands of the King of Hell. p
But even so, their lower limbs were paralyzed, and all their martial arts were destroyed, which was more painful than killing them. They were disheartened and had nothing to live for. They wanted to kill themselves, but were stopped by Xiahou Weiyang, who asked them to give him three months. p
In order to eliminate the desire of his two brothers to die, Xiahou Weiyang went deep into the Demon Abyss alone. After a narrow escape, he caught two wandering Demon Spirits and brought them back, asking them to choose whether to merge or not. p
After the death of a powerful demon, the sealed power would erase the memory of its previous life, and it would become a wandering soul without self-consciousness and acting by instinct. The soul of a demon was called a demon spirit, and the soul of a demon was called a demon spirit. p
These two things were great supplements for a Spiritual Master, but they were highly toxic for a Warrior. Because a Warrior could not open up the Sea of Consciousness without reaching a very high realm, it was easy for him to explode because of the huge spiritual power contained in the spirit of a demon. p
Fortunately, Xiang Tiange and Qu Wuyou were both Martial God Realm experts, and they had already opened up the Sea of Consciousness. Although it was not as wide as the Sea of Consciousness of a Spiritual Master, they could barely absorb the spirit of a demon, but their life and death were unknown. p
This was also Xiahou Weiyang's helpless action. Out of the thirteen brothers, only the three of them were left. Naturally, he did not want to see the two brothers who were like brothers leave him, so he could only make every possible effort. Their bodies were disabled, and their martial arts were destroyed, so they could only cultivate their spiritual power. p
Of course, the two of them would not disappoint Xiahou Weiyang's good intention. Anyway, they had nothing to live for, and they were not afraid of death, so they simply started to merge with the demon spirits. p
Fortunately, in the process of merging with the demon spirits, although their Sea of Consciousness was almost destroyed by the strong spiritual power several times, they had lived a long life, and their willpower was far stronger than ordinary people. Finally, they succeeded and became Spiritual Masters. p
But they did not have the cultivation method of a Spiritual Master, so they could only rely on themselves to explore. After more than thirty years of seclusion and constantly refining their spiritual power, they once again cultivated back to the Martial God Realm. No, it should be Spiritual Masters. p
This was a miracle that could not be replicated. It was unexpected, but within reason. After all, they were able to rely on their own trial and error to become Martial Gods. It could be seen that they themselves were astonishing geniuses. Their success in becoming Spirit Masters was not a coincidence. This was inextricably linked to their tenacious willpower, outstanding talent, understanding of the Martial Dao, and indomitable will. p
"I'm sorry for my rudeness. I'll go to visit the two seniors now!" p
Ding Ning did not know who Qu Wuyou was and thought that he was Xiahou Weiyang. At the thought that he was about to see the legend of the Martial Arts World of China, the giant pillar of the Martial Arts World of Divine Land, he could not help but feel excited. p
"Haha!" p
Xiang Tiange smiled gently, and his voice gradually disappeared. p
Walking out of the maze formation and coming to the top of the mountain, Ding Ning could not help but be stunned when he saw the National Warrior's Mansion in front of him. It was completely different from the tall, magnificent, gorgeous, and luxurious mansion that he had imagined. p
There were more than a dozen ordinary single-story houses made of red bricks and green tiles. The corners of the walls were covered with moss, and the rough level of the building revealed traces of cement between the bricks. Some of the old red bricks had already faded, revealing the traces of time. p
These buildings, with a strong style of the 50s and 60s, were piled up on the top of the mountain in a picturesque manner. There were several vegetable beds between the houses, and some seasonal vegetables were planted. It was full of an idyllic atmosphere. p
Ding Ning would have mistakenly thought that he had come to a small farmyard in the 50s or 60s if it were not for the walls around the dozen bungalows, which formed a very wide courtyard, and the largest bungalow in the middle with the words "National Warrior's Mansion" hanging on the door and a national flag fluttering in the wind on the beam, which was the largest one in the middle. p
"Are you very disappointed?" p
Xiang Tiange's voice suddenly echoed in his ears. p
Ding Ning nodded very honestly and then shook his head. "I thought the National Warrior's Mansion should be a very magnificent building. It is indeed a little out of my expectation, but I am not disappointed. After all, the revolutionary feelings of the older generation are not easily understood by our generation." p
"Haha!" p
Xiang Tiange chuckled and said with a touch of nostalgia, "When the National Warrior's Mansion was established, Shenzhou Country was just founded, and the whole country was very poor. Many people could not even eat, so they had to tighten their belts and work hard on their own. Although the founder wanted to build a magnificent palace for us to commend our meritorious deeds, we were all people who had gone through the years of war and had suffered all kinds of hardships. Living in a palace or a thatched hut was no different for us. If the world could be peaceful, no one would starve to death, and the people could live and work in peace and contentment, our original dream would be realized, which made us happier than living in the most luxurious palace. Therefore, we didn't want to add to the burden of the country, so we took out our allowance and built these bungalows by ourselves. Although they were simple and crude, we lived at ease and could shelter ourselves from the wind and rain. Decades have passed in the blink of an eye. Now the country's conditions are better, and the leaders have repeatedly proposed to rebuild the National Warrior's Mansion, but we have already grown attached to it, so there is no need to make trouble. What's more, a luxurious life can easily wear down people's will. The simple and crude conditions here can always remind us that there are still many people in remote areas living a life of hunger. Our dream has not been completely fulfilled. When all the people can eat and wear warm clothes, live a life without worrying about food and clothing, and no longer have to worry about their livelihood, we will build a tall and magnificent National Warrior's Mansion. At that time, we can live in it with a clear conscience." p
Ding Ning was stunned. It turned out that this was a bungalow built by them. No wonder the workmanship looked so rough. Irregular white lime and cement could be seen in some brick joints, which did not match the style of the National Warrior's Mansion at all. p
With their contributions to the country, it would not be too much for them to enjoy any treatment, but they were willing to live in poverty and preferred to live here. At first, they did not want to add a burden to the country, but now they wanted to remind themselves that there were still a small group of people living in poverty in Shenzhou Country, and they could not enjoy a luxurious life with a peace of mind. p
What kind of feeling was this? Ding Ning, who was born in the era of peace, could not deeply empathize with them, but it did not prevent him from sincerely respecting these old revolutionaries. p
Worry about the worries of the world first, and enjoy the joys of the world later. If you live high in the court, you worry about your people; if you live far away in Jianghu, you worry about your emperor! p
When this familiar sentence involuntarily came to Ding Ning's mind, an emotion called respect kept surging in his heart. When he looked at the simple National Warrior's Mansion in front of him again, he suddenly felt that it was not simple at all. On the contrary, it gave him a sense of natural harmony that was taken for granted. p
"Senior, you are right. I was too naive. Now I feel that this should be the real National Warrior's Mansion, and this is the place where the real Nation Warriors deserve to live." p
With respect in his eyes, Ding Ning cupped his hands and bowed deeply at a 90-degree angle to express his respect. p
This was not a compliment, but a sincere remark. Compared with the extravagance of those rich and noble people, they were the real Nation Warriors who were willing to live in poverty and cared about the world. p
This was a kind of feeling of caring for the world, which was a kind of noble feeling unique to the older generation of revolutionaries and wanted to pass on. p
To tell the truth, before he came to the National Warrior's Mansion, Ding Ning could not understand why Xiahou Weiyang abandoned his family for the sake of the country and caused Xiahou to wander about in the first half of his life. p
But at this moment, after feeling their feelings, Ding Ning suddenly understood. If there were no selfless contributions from people like them who cared about the big picture and sacrificed their family, how could the prosperity of Shenzhou Country today be exchanged? p
Great love was boundless. They might owe their families, but they had a clear conscience. They were worthy of the whole country and all the people in the world! p
"Brother Xiahou, you have such an ancestor. I don't know whether you should feel proud or hate him. If I were you, I would be more hesitant than you." p
Ding Ning asked himself and found that he did not have such lofty feelings. He was just a layman who struggled in the vanity fair. Sometimes, in order to achieve his goals, he even did whatever it took, but he still stuck to his moral bottom line. He was satisfied to be able to protect his family and friends around him. p
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