Chapter 151 Fourteen Years, Last Summer, Today's Steps

The male protagonist is always the last person to appear.

On the battlefield full of yellow sand, several generals fought for a long time, or could not help each other, or were beaten by each other, and they could see a silver-robed young general lifting the reins of the horse and rushing over in the thorn. The gun knocked all the enemies down, and then stood in the wild with the gun, illuminating his face with the twilight, showing off his elegance .

In the rainy streets, the gang brothers cut each other with watermelon knife . The blood was even more violent and dense than the rain. Dozens of corpses were chaotic from the west to the south, and then they saw the black wind. The sacked gangster of the martial arts world held a steel knife and shouted and waved the knife out, like a blood dragon slamming from one end to the other. There was no enemy in front of the knife, and there was no life to survive under his feet. It was extremely powerful.

As for why the silver-robed young general and the black-robed boss didn't take action at the beginning, they had to wait for their subordinates and brothers to sacrifice their lives and shed their blood for a long time before they walked out? Of course, it is not because they suffer from habitual procrastination like storytellers, but because these pretentious criminals know that only the forbearance, cruelty, and long-term waiting in front can highlight their final style.

After the second floor opened, many people began to climb the mountain and climb to the top of the mountain. The prince Longqing, who was expected to be, had already set off, but Ning Que had not moved for a long time and stood in the corner silently, waiting until this time.

He can explain his delay as a way to analyze the problems he may encounter while climbing a mountain by observing the experiences of those young practitioners. But deep down he had to admit that the more important reason was that those climbers who struggled to move forward on the slanted mountain path were not his subordinates or his generals, and he did not care about the lives of those people, since He has no confidence in entering the second floor, so why don't he enjoy the pleasure brought by the final appearance?

The male protagonist is always the last person to appear.

Even though the male protagonist is still the tall and perfect Prince Longqing who is not like a human, at least at this moment, he is undoubtedly the current male protagonist who appears in the final.

Ning Que's idea was perfectly realized.

When he took the pastry wrapped in Chu Youxian's handkerchief and walked towards the back of the academy, countless eyes around the courtyard were attracted by his figure. Those eyes were filled with countless complex emotions, surprised and confused, and even more There are still many doubts.

It has been so long since the second floor opened. Anyone with eyes can see that climbing today must be a great victory for Prince Longqing. At this moment, how could anyone be so ungrateful and grow up Interfering with the scene of the solemn and sacred waiting for Prince Longqing to shine brightly?

"It seems like a student from the academy."

The envoy of the Dahe Kingdom looked at Ning Que's clothes and frowned and said, "Is this the strong man hidden in the academy?"

"The six sons of the art department are all on the mountain, and four of them have been carried back. Looking at the academy teachers' surprise, they don't seem to know what's going on."

Among the crowds of students gathered in the academy, Zhong Dajun forced himself to suppress the shock in his heart. Looking at Ning Que's back at the center of discussion, he sneered and mocked, "What do he want to go crazy? He also felt that he was not embarrassed enough this year. Is it?"

Situ Yilan subconsciously took a step forward, clenched her hands slightly in her sleeves, looking at Ning Que ahead, her face full of curiosity and worry. Although she knew that Ning Que was not as useless and despicable as her classmates talked about, she really couldn't understand why he was going to climb the mountain at this time, and she couldn't think of why he believed that he could have the opportunity to enter the second floor of the academy.

Under the wide golden parasol, Li Yu looked at the boy who was definitely not unfamiliar with and could not be said to be familiar with him, and showed a thoughtful expression. She remembered the scenes on her journey from the grassland last year, and the words that Mr. Lu Qingchen said firmly with a firm smile. For some reason, she developed a strong sense of confidence and hope for him, but she didn't know where this confidence and hope came from. Come.

Li Peiyan looked at her gaze next to her, with a serious and concentric expression. As the prince of the Tang Dynasty, he really wanted to see a young man from the Tang Dynasty in the academy to stand up and win back some face for the empire, but he didn't want this big event. Too many variables.

The priest Mo Li did not think that Ning Que was qualified to be a variable. He took a light look and no longer cared. Prince Longqing has entered the thick fog on the mountainside at this time, and may successfully reach the top in the next moment. In his opinion, whether the student stood up to attract attention or received the instructor of the people in the academy, he could only do so. The divine light of Xiling and the prince set off more perfectly.

For people with weak will and easy to shake their minds, their eyes are heavy, especially the many big people around the Academy Shiping examine the puzzled eyes, which gather on a person, and may even give a thin student a person's body a Crushed.

But for Ning Que, the eyes of others are the most weightless and powerless in the world, and the same is true for many eyes to gather together. What he wants to do has nothing to do with these people, so the emotions in these eyes have nothing to do with him either.

The professor in charge of the opening ceremony of today's second floor was standing next to the front road in Shiping without a face. He had previously learned that Ning Que was a student of the academy through the introduction of the teaching and also learned about this person over the past year. .

"Why?" asked the professor.

Ning Que smiled honestly and asked with a bow , "No? I didn't hear this limited time registration in the rules you mentioned earlier."

"It's true, I just heard that you gave up the exam last year in order to avoid losing to your competitors, so I don't understand why you climbed the mountain today."

"If the abandonment of the exam and climbing are two sides of logic conflicting with each other." Ning Que looked at the professor and explained calmly: "Then if I dare to climb the mountain today, it means that the rumors and accusations against me in the academy are all false. "

Seeing this ordinary student dared to talk in front of him, the professor smiled slightly, and his two silver frost-colored eyebrows floated up in the spring breeze, looking quite happy. But instead of giving in, he continued to ask with a hint of fun:

"But I still want to know why you want to climb a mountain today."

Ning Que replied with a smile: "If it were those people in Xiling Temple or envoys of Yan State who came to ask, I would definitely answer an answer that shocked them all, but since it was your question, I would of course answer honestly... Mountaineering, just because I want to climb it."

The professor laughed, stroked his jaw and white beard, shook his head and exclaimed, "What a good answer, this is the best answer I have heard in the past few years."

Then he asked curiously: "If the person who is asking is the charlatans of Xiling or the fence-bearers of Yan State, then how would you answer?"

"If they were asking me why I wanted to climb a mountain, I would say..."

Ning Que smiled embarrassedly and said, "Because the mountain is there."

The professor of the academy was stunned for a moment, his fingers stroking his beard froze slightly, and then he burst into laughter, looking at Ning Que with a child-taught gaze and praised, "This is also a good answer."

"Go." The professor smiled and said, "It's just that the mountain road is difficult and rugged. If you climb halfway, you suddenly feel that you don't want to climb up any longer. Then you will come down. Whoever dares to laugh at you and mock you, I'll make the decision for you."

Ning Que smiled, bowed to the ground, and said goodbye.

The professor watched him walk into the quiet alley and stroked his beard lightly. He thought that this class of college students was indeed not all waste, so he nodded with satisfaction.

Ningque was very familiar with the road up the mountain , at least he was very familiar with the road before going up the mountain. The wetlands and bamboo forests in the alleys, we have known the scenery along the way, and the bluestones by the lake remembered his footsteps. When he came to the old bookstore, he looked up and waved to say hello.

The chubby tangerine pippi leaned against the window and waved to the bottom. He didn't want Prince Longqing and those mountaineers to see him, those people would not see him. He wanted Ning Que to see him, and Ning Que would naturally see him.

"If you really can't climb up, don't show off." Chen Pipi reminded kindly.

"Can you say something good?" Ning Que looked up at him and said, "How come no one, including you, is optimistic that I can climb to the top of the mountain?"

"The mountain road is not so easy to walk on." Chen Pipi spread out her round hands and said sincerely: "What's more, compared with Longqing, you are really a kitten and a puppy."

Ning Que was too lazy to pay attention to him, so he waved his hand and walked to the side of the old bookstore . Suddenly he thought of something, he stopped and turned around and asked unwillingly, "Is there really no back door?"

Chen Pipi supported the window frame and shouted loudly, "Die."

Ning Que shook his head with a smile and continued to move forward. When he bypassed the old bookstore, he found that there was really a back door. For a whole year, he spent the old bookstore. He had seen the scenery downstairs upstairs. I walked around the downstairs and remembered clearly that there was a gray and dilapidated wall here, but now it is a door.

Behind the door is a path paved with bluestone. The green bamboos next to the road are greeted by it, and gradually climb up until the bamboo forest slides into the dense forest and grass on the hillside.

After walking through the door, Ning Que walked up the mountain along the path in the bamboo forest.

Nothing strange happened. As his steps gradually moved up, the mountain road carried his body higher and higher, gradually surpassing the wall below, higher than the picturesque bamboo forest. When you look back, you can vaguely see the distance. Those people in the academy.

The mountain road ahead became narrower and narrower, and the large bluestone slab was replaced by smaller stones. There was no bird cry in the forest next to the road, which was quiet and strange.

Just as his right foot stepped onto the mountain road paved with fine stones, Ning Que's brows suddenly tightened, his face instantly turned pale like snow, and an indescribable severe pain attacked from his feet on the surface of the mountain road. In the mind!

The sudden pain made his legs weak and almost fell down, but he forced his hands to support the ground, and then stood up again with a muffled groan and looked to the mountain road.

Between the green forests next to the road, you can see the cliff covered with moss. If you look carefully, you can probably tell that the lines under the thick moss that look like slits are actually some big characters engraved on the stone, but The cinnabar red painted between the handwriting has long faded away under the influence of wind and rain for many years.

"What a powerful mental attack, this is also the word left by the divine talisman master..."

Ning Que stared at the stone carvings on the cliff in the forest, and his hands hanging beside him trembled slightly. At this moment, more than 100,000 invisible steel needles were piercing his feet. If ordinary people had encountered such pain, they would have fallen to the ground long ago and cried with headaches. However, although his face was white and his hands were trembling, his hands were trembling. , but his consciousness was extremely clear, as if the pain had no effect on him.

Previously, in the academy , looking at the mountain road from afar , watching Xie Chengyun and others walking on the mountain road extremely difficult and slow, unable to see their expressions, but could vaguely observe their pain, Ning Que was guessing what was going on the mountain road The ban was prohibited, but he did not expect that the assessment of the second floor of the academy would be so domineering and barbaric, and he used such a powerful magic talisman from the beginning.

Now he finally understood why the outstanding young people from all over the world turned into puppets on this mountain road, and they walked so slowly and difficult - under the cliff magic magic, any nature around the mountain road, under the magical talisman technique, is there any nature around the mountain road The environment may become a danger that prevents people from climbing mountaineering. You cannot avoid it, you can only force yourself to break through!

Ning Que frowned tightly, looked at his right foot that was landing on the mountain road of fine stones, and suddenly smiled nervously, exerted force on his waist and abdomen, leaned forward, and lifted his left foot that was landing behind. , stepped on the fine stones.

He stepped on it very heavily and tried very hard, as if he wanted to break the mountain road paved with fine stones.

Countless invisible fine needles poked out from the cracks of the fine stones, and penetrated deeply into the deep soles of the feet through the hard soles of the boots. The instant numbness and itch were quickly replaced by the extreme pain, and then it was clearly transmitted into his In my mind.

Ning Que's face became paler, but his frown gradually stretched out, taking a deep breath as if he was enjoying it, wiggling his hands and continuing to walk forward.

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, or concentrating or quietly looking at it with the light of the light, or really caring or just curious, or with a mocking mentality of watching the show, when Ning Que on the mountain road appeared in his sight, many people were looking at it At the same time, I began to pay attention to his every move.

Watching Ning Que stepping up the mountain road, watching him take a step and fall to the ground, some people couldn't help but shake their heads, and some people laughed mockingly.

The priest Mo Li was talking indifferently with the envoy of Yan State. He seemed to have no concern about what was happening on the mountain road, but after seeing Ning Que fall, he still couldn't help but shake his head contemptuously.

A great scholar like him, after watching for so long, he still vaguely guessed what kind of restrictions the academy had laid on the mountain road. At this time, seeing Ning Que being suppressed by Fuli so badly, he confirmed that he had at most entered the state of inconsistency. Not confused? It is probably a good level in the academy art department, but with this level, I want to endure it for many days and make a big splash? It's too delusional.

At the place where the students of the academy were, Zhong Dajun pointed to the mountain road and sneered, "Sensationalism means sensationalism. He only wants to attract attention, but he doesn't think about how much damage it will bring to the reputation of the academy."

Situ Yilan looked at Ning Que on the mountain road and couldn't help but take a breath. After listening to this mockery, she couldn't help glaring at him angrily, took Jin Wucai's little hand and walked forward two steps, These classmates in the academy have brought the distance a little further.

"Your hands are a little cold." Jin Wucai said to her worriedly. Although the granddaughter of the priest was even more worried about Xie Chengyun, who was still struggling to move forward on the mountain road, she was still worried about her female companion, because Ning Que seemed to have no chance.

"It's okay, I just can't see some people's faces." Situ Yilan glanced at the classmates behind who were talking, and sneered: "Even if Ning Que can only take one step on the mountain road, he will not even dare to try it out than these. The person who tried it was strong."

Jin Wucai looked at the mountain road hidden in the forest in the distance and said worriedly: "But looking at this, I'm afraid Ning Que can never take the second step again."

Situ Yilan did not answer her words, but just looked at Shandao attentively, silently cheering for the friend who had been forgotten by the academy for a long time in her heart. Suddenly, the look of surprise surged onto her beautiful cheeks, pointed to the distance and jumped up, and said loudly: "Look! Look! Ning Que starts leaving!"

Many people in the academy noticed what was happening on the mountain road. They watched Ning Que get up with difficulty, paused for a moment, and then moved his left foot and took a step forward.

Then Ning Que took the second step, the third step, but the four steps... Although you can obviously see your body trembling a little and your walking speed is very slow, you can feel that he is walking more and more steadily, as if every step is about to I stepped deep into the hard mountain road!

Someone among the students in the academy exclaimed.

A young official from the Ministry of Rites of the Tang Dynasty stood up and looked at the mountain road with excitement on his face. He didn't know who the young student was on the mountain road, nor did he believe that he could defeat Prince Longqing and climb to the top of the mountain, but he felt that as the young student walked, the pride and confidence that had been suppressed had returned to his body. .

In the corner, Chu Youxian, who was taking out the second pack of snacks to prepare for food, opened his mouth wide in surprise, but forgot to put the pastry in. He looked at the figure in the mountain road and suddenly realized that he had never really known each other.

Li Yu looked at the mountain road and smiled slightly after a moment of silence.

Chen Pipi leaned against the window of the old book building and looked at the direction of the mountain road and sighed : "You are so cruel. Speaking of which... can you find someone in this world who is more cruel to yourself than you? I don't know, you can leave. Where to go? I still don't know."

After saying this, he closed the window and a few green leaves fell and fell.

Several green leaves were swept down by the wind, swept across Ning Que's shoulders and fell to the ground.

The green forest next to the mountain road is composed of many kinds of trees, but in this section there are mostly bamboo trees. The edges of the bamboo leaves are thin and sharp, looking like sharp knives.

The bamboo leaves falling from the mountain roads do not look as sharp as a knife, but are really as sharp as a knife.

A sniff sounded, and the bamboo leaves that swept across Ning Que's shoulders, and like a sharp knife, directly tore their clothes, cutting through his skin, and cutting a very thin bloody mouth.

Ning Que looked at his shoulder, and did not see the broken mouth on his clothes, the bloody bamboo leaves, or the bleeding thin mouth.

But he knew that this was indeed something that had happened, because the strong pain came from his shoulders clearly, even so clear that he could feel the extremely unbearable foreign body sensation brought by the fine hairs left by the bamboo leaves in his bloody mouth.

He raised his right hand and dusted his shoulders, just like dusting . Of course, this action could not remove the invisible wounds and pain left by the bamboo leaves, but the strange thing was that after doing this action, he felt much more relaxed. Keep walking forward.

Another bamboo leaves fell down, rubbing his cheeks, his front, his back, and onto the mountain road paved with fine stones.

His clothes were as usual, but there were countless invisible cracks and countless unbearable pain for ordinary people, but his face was as usual, but he was even whiter.

A gust of mountain wind came, and countless bamboo leaves swept into the air, and then fell like heavy rain.

Ning Que walked in this bamboo leaves rain, and he was too lazy to pull out the bamboo leaves that were about to fall on his body with his hands. He just kept moving forward silently. In his bright eyes, he seemed to see Yan Suqing killing in the small building in Linhu Lake last year. Bamboo rain falling at the time.

He walked very carefully and hard, and every time he took a step, he would step down heavily. The soles of his boots splashed with fine dust, crushing the messy bamboo leaves, and walking through the pain.

When the bamboo rain falls, it just happens to kill people and is suitable for climbing.

If you start late, you may have some glory, but it is difficult to catch up. You can only walk alone on the mountain road, without seeing anyone in front of you and no one behind you.

Ning Que was a little thirsty when he left, and it seemed that blue smoke was about to grow between his lips. He wanted to drink some water, and then he heard the sound of gurgling water coming from the mountain road.

Looking up, I saw a very thin clear spring pouring out from a cliff next to the road. A handful of puddles were accumulated in the stone nest below, and a few wild grasses were growing beside the dock.

He did not drink the mountain spring and sympathize with the grass.

Because the extremely thin spring suddenly turned into a big waterfall with yellow and turbid white foam, it rushed over and was about to knock him unconscious on the moss-covered rock at the bottom of the deep pool.

He continued to move forward, still walking hard and attentively, terrifyingly, and smoked slowly and firmly along the mountain road, and came to the middle of a meadow in the mountains.

There was no shade to cover the trees , and the still-blazing sunshine in the afternoon was unceremoniously sprinkled down, coating the meadow with a layer of bright red, as if to ignite everything beside the mountain road.

Ning Que covered his forehead with his hands and looked up at the sky, letting out a tired sigh, and then he noticed that there was a small lake next to the mountain road ahead, like a mirror.

The lake is small and peaceful, clear and transparent, and you can see the silent fish swimming inside.

A small yellow flower grows between the cracks on the lakeside.

A gust of mountain wind blew, and the little yellow flowers trembled, looking extremely frightened.

The calm lake surface rippled slightly, and the little fish flicked its tail and crawled into the stone without seeing it.

An angry sea appeared in front of Ning Que's eyes. The sea water was extremely blue and black, like the ink in his familiar inkstone. The sea water kept rolling, causing waves as high as the mountain, making angry roars, constantly slapping the embankment and stations. He was on the embankment.

His feet stood firmly on the embankment like nails, staring at the ink-colored waves coming from the sky. Even though his body was as if he was hit by a huge rock, his soaked clothes were torn into pieces by the sea water and then brought back to the sea, he still did not retreat.

Then Dahai stood up.

The deep and dark sea water like ink, like a wall, no, stood up like the earth.

The ocean cuts the sky in half and slowly presses it towards him. In this ocean that vertically cuts the sky and the earth, you can see a larger vortex than a mountain, and you can see a silent and silenced seabirds flying in vain. See death.

Then the sea fell down.

Ning Que also fell down.

He fell heavily on the mountain road, frowned in pain, and squirted out a mouthful of blood.

The small lake in front of the road is still calm, with only a few ripples.

In the depths of the mountain fog, a calm but proud voice came from.

This kind of pride is different from the pride that Prince Longqing pretended to be calm. The owner of the voice does not want to hide his pride, nor does he deliberately show his pride. His pride lies in his inner strength, and it comes out of his nature, and is not disgusting at all. conflict.

"The handwriting on the cliff of the mountain road is said to be engraved by the academy's predecessors. After the ban is opened, the more people who intend to break through the ban can endure the pain and power hidden in the talisman, then the pain and power given to this person by the mountain road will be The bigger the."

The calm and proud voice continued, "I fought with my senior brother many years ago. Although you know the personality of your senior brother, it is impossible for me to really attack me, but I still can't beat him, so I In anger, he crushed the mold that the teacher used to make plum blossom cake, so the teacher was also angry, and then made a cruel decision to punish me to walk the mountain road."

There was a burst of exclamation in the mountain fog. There were many reasons for the exclamation. Some were amazed at the strength of the eldest brother, some were amazed at the strength of the second brother, and some were also very powerful. He was able to crush the steel pastry mold that the master had carved runes with his bare hands. Some were I was amazed at the courageousness of the second senior brother, who dared to let Master eat the plum blossom cake...

"When I crossed the mountain road that year, the noise caused was of course much greater than that caused by this guy. In the end, I fell to the ground only when the meteorites in the galaxy shattered and flew around. However, it was not easy for this guy to actually cause sea anger."

Some people in the fog expressed their agreement, and some said with emotion: "It seems that the more you can endure the pain, the greater the pain you have to endure. This guy is a bit unlucky."

"Unfortunate?" someone asked angrily.

"Unfortunate." The man quickly explained.

"You have never met the junior uncle, only the eldest brother and I have seen it."

The second senior brother was in a slight mood and said proudly, as if he felt that seeing the junior uncle was something that he deserved to be proud of.

"Uncle Xiaoshi once said, fate itself is a very cruel guy. If it wants to choose you to take on the mission, then before you make sure you can take on this mission, you will try your best to interrupt every one of yours. The bones peel off every thread of your flesh and blood, allowing you to endure the most extreme pain in the world. Only in this way can your will and mind be strong enough to be chosen by fate…"

Someone talked about reminiscing in the thick fog, while someone was talking privately: "Now it seems that the second senior brother still admires the junior uncle the most."

"What is it about breaking every bone? What is it about peeling off every thread of flesh and blood? What is it about enduring the most extreme pain in the world? In Minshan Mountains, which bone I haven't broken? Where is it on my body? Have been injured?"

Ning Que leaned down on the hard mountain road, feeling the edges and corners of the fine stones under him, and felt that the bones on his body were shattered by the sea. Then there was no fear in his eyes, only he didn't care.

He supported the ground with both hands, got up with difficulty, raised his sleeves and wiped off the blood from his lips, looked back at the long mountain road he had walked by, and shouted loudly, "I read the books you wrote in the old bookstore last summer!"

"I've seen the needles you hide in the book! I've seen the bamboo leaves you hide in the book! I've been knocked unconscious by that damn waterfall! I've also been swallowed by that smelly sea, but how about it? Still standing here! Last year I was an ordinary person who knew nothing, and these could not defeat me, not to mention that I am a genius who has embarked on the path of cultivation now!"

The meadow is quiet by the clear lake, and these shouts with a bit of arrogance are constantly echoing. No birds are frightened out of the forest, no insects are shocked to look up, only the echoes gradually drift away until they disappear, and then return to a quiet area. The little fish shaking their tails and crawled out of the stones and swam into the sky.

Ning Que suddenly looked up at the blue sky with no branches on his head. A smile gradually rose on his face and murmured, " Master Haotian , you have caused me so much hardship over the years. It turns out that you are going to return it to me here. Is it?"

He turned around and wiped the blood from his mouth and nose while moving forward in front of the mountain road with difficulty. His movements were slow and difficult, looking painful and embarrassed, but his face was full of sincere and happy smiles.

Suddenly , he thought of something and said with a lot of self-blame: "Thank you? You should thank yourself first. It's not easy and capable that you can do it. These are all you deserve."

The fog ends for a long time.

The second senior brother suddenly sighed quietly and said, "Although this guy has a bad realm and poor cultivation, his stinky butt really looks a bit arrogant."

Another faint voice sounded: "Second Brother, why do I feel that this guy's pride is quite as good as yours?"

The sun gradually sets westward, and the mountain roads in the forest are still bright, but the temperature has dropped a little. Ning Que walked hard with blood and sweat. The speed was very slow and it was very hard, but he didn't care, because he started to flee at the age of four, especially when he was carrying Sangsang across the vast Minshan Mountains , which made him understand. After a truth, it doesn't matter if you walk slowly. As long as you keep walking, you will be able to walk to where you want to reach and surpass those who dare not walk by the road.

At this point when climbing the mountain, Ning Que finally saw a fellow traveler.

He glanced at the young man sitting next to the road, and his eyes passed by the sword on the other party's waist. He remembered that he had heard his classmates discussing in the academy before. This person seemed to be a person from Southern Jin. The swordsman is hostile to the family where Xie Chengyun is located, but I don't know if it has anything to do with the sword saint 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, thinking about the thrilling journey along the mountain road, and couldn't help but feel a little regretful, but then Dispel all these regrets.

The young swordsman in Southern Jin , with a look of pain and horror on his face, fell to the side of the road, holding a small tree with both hands, just like a drowning man holding the last piece of boat and wood, and he didn't know that he What kind of mental shock did you experience on the mountain road?

Seeing Ning Que pass by, a look of ashamed appeared on the face of the young swordsman in the South Jin Dynasty . He subconsciously gritted his teeth, and his eyebrows gradually showed a firm expression, ready to get up.

Ning Que did not stop talking to the other party, but just walked in silence. However, he didn't know if the mental impact he was suffering today was too great. Those lazy and evil habits that were hidden in his bones after coming to Chang'an City began unstoppable. attack.

What if this guy is motivated by me to stand up again? What if this guy can withstand the mental impact on the mountain road? What if this guy realized something in pain like me, or even broke the state directly ? Although such low-probability events often only happen to people like Prince Longqing, what if the back mountain of the academy is a place to create miracles? Then didn't I use my perseverance to inspire a potential competitor?

Ning Que stopped slowly, feeling that he could not let this happen. He turned around and looked at the young swordsman in the Southern Jin Dynasty who was holding the little tree and trying to stand up with difficulty. He said in the most sincere tone and sincere expression: "If you can't hold on, don't continue. We have just gone up the mountain, and no one will do it. I know what tests will be left in a while. I just saw many people being carried down the mountain on stretchers. I heard from the academy that two people were under too much mental impact, which may affect their future practice."

He raised his finger and pointed to his forehead and said sincerely, "If you want to continue, it is of course a very admirable thing, but I advise you to think about it seriously."

The so-called courage and determination are often a matter of moment. If you think carefully and think more, everything will become a bubble - if that thin little tree is the last board held by a young swordsman in the South Jin Dynasty in the sea, Then what Ning Que said was the last wave that beat the boat board away.

The young swordsman in Nanjin glanced at Ning Que, hesitated for a moment and let go of Xiaoshu's right hand tightly, sighed and sat back, lowering his head in pain and sadness.

The second person Ning Que met on the mountain road was the young monk.

The young monk was not going up the mountain, but down the mountain. Moreover, he was not as embarrassed as the young swordsman in Southern Jin. He had a faint smile on his face when he walked down the mountain road, and the tattered monk robe fluttered in the wind, which was quite obvious. The meaning of dust.

Ning Que at the foot of the mountain saw that the young monk had a very high level. Even if he was slightly worse than Prince Longqing, he was not much worse. Moreover, he looked obviously quite hard now, so he didn't understand why this person gave up.

"Not leaving?" he asked.

The young monk smiled and shook his head, saying, "That fog is not good, so I won't leave."

After saying this, the young monk's eyes fell on the blood on Ning Que's face. His handsome brows frowned slightly, his smile gradually faded , and he asked, "Why are you so embarrassed?"

"I also want to ask why you are so embarrassed." Ning Que responded.

The young monk looked at him quietly and suddenly spoke, "I suddenly felt that you might threaten me in the future. I want to kill you before you are not strong enough."

Ning Que shook his head, pointed to the end of the mountain road and said, "This is the academy, this is the back mountain. You dare not kill me. Thank you for telling me this. If you have a chance to meet next time, I will try to kill me first. you."

"If you want to kill each other, should you inform each other of your names?" the young monk smiled and said, "My name is Wudao, and I come from the wasteland."

Ning Que said with a smile: "I thought you were a monk from Yuelun Kingdom. I also had a question that has troubled me for a long time. Now it seems that I can't ask you."

The monk Zuodao smiled and said, "Is he still asking for advice?"

Ning Que sorted out his clothes and bowed his hands and said sincerely : "Academy, Zhong Dajun."

Shortly after passing by the young monk, Ning Que met a third person next to the mountain road , Wang Ying, a boy from the academy who was already in a coma.

Ning Que took a handful of water from the side of the road and poured it on Wang Ying's face, then turned around and looked down at the mountain road, thinking that the monk must have seen a coma boy passing by, but he did not stop to rescue him. As expected, he had no compassion. , the saying of murder is probably true.

The sixth son of the art department climbed the mountain, except Xie Chengyun, Wang Ying, who was left in Linchuan, was still persisting on the mountain road, but the boy couldn't hold on for too long. Ning Que glanced at Wang Ying's red face and knew that this was a fainting caused by the shock. Although he knew how to treat it, he really didn't have the energy to pick herbs in the valley now.

He stood up and shouted loudly at the bottom of the mountain road, "Where are you four porters!"

As they finished speaking, they heard a sound of vibrating clothes in the woods beside the sermon. The four deacons of the old bookstore came over panting with a simple stretcher. They glanced at Wang Ying who was unconscious and explained to Ning Que: "I was here just now. Stop, so I didn't find it."

"In addition, we are deacons in the bookstore, not porters." The man was explaining seriously, and suddenly saw Ning Que's face clearly, and shouted in shock: "Why is it you again!"

Ning Que said angrily: "I said this sentence just now at the foot of the mountain."

They are all old acquaintances, so naturally they saved some explanation. A deacon looked at Ning Que and patted his chest, and said in fear: "Fortunately, climbing is a one-time business. If you climb the mountain like you did last year, you will not be able to run to death. indivual?"

Ning Que laughed, causing injuries, and blood gushed out of the corners of his lips.

"Bloody." A deacon kindly reminded.

"A small thing." Ning Queman wiped off the blood flowing from his jaw indifferently, and looked at them curiously and said, "Why can you enter the mountain road?"

"We are not practitioners," explained the deacon.

Ning Que called out lightly, thinking with regret that if it was still today and he could not practice, wouldn't it be as easy as climbing this long mountain path?

"Don't think about beautiful things, there are a lot of trouble in front of the mountain road." The deacon reminded.

Ning Que smiled and pointed at Wang Ying who was still unconscious and said, "Then I will leave this child to you, I'll take the lead."

After saying this, he waved to four acquaintances who had witnessed his career as climbing the tower, carried his hand behind him , hummed a small song and began to continue climbing the mountain.

"I'm so angry that I'm actually just a child?" A manager looked at the back above the mountain road and shook his head and said with emotion: "I don't know what luck this guy has left, but he can actually practice."

A manager smiled and said, "Think about how miserable he was when he climbed the tower every day last year? I think that if a child like this can endure hardship, it would be unfair to Haotian if he cannot practice."

At this moment, Wang Ying, who had been treated simply, woke up. He lay on the stretcher and looked at the blurry figure on the mountain road. He subconsciously rubbed his eyes. After seeing it clearly, he still couldn't believe that he saw it. The picture.

Wang Ying looked at the back of the sank into the forest and murmured in shock: "Ning Que? Why could it be him? Why did he come up the mountain? He...he...why are he still humming a song?"

A self-written frontier nursery rhyme that Ning Que hummed faintly came from the frontier. His voice was hoarse, powerful, and a strong force like life.

"I have a knife, cut off all the grass in the mountains..."

"I have two knives, cut off all my enemies..."

"I have three knives, it's not a good thing to cut all the cuts..."

"I will kill you with one knife..."

"I will kill you with two swords..."

"I'll kill you..."