Luo Changfeng climbed the mountain and climbed the steps. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

His goal was firm, and he had a heavy heart.

He didn't have time to pay attention to the mountain scenery on both sides of the mountain road, he didn't have the heart to count how many flower trees he had walked by, how many fruit trees he had missed, he didn't know how many clouds had drifted overhead, he didn't know whether the insects and birds were singing in his ears, whether it was a yellow oriole or an autumn cicada.

His eyes were fixed on his feet, at the stone steps.

His heartbeat and the frequency of his footsteps were quietly in sync. All he could remember was how many stone steps he had walked and how many stone steps he had fallen in front of the last time, because he would not let himself fall in the same place twice!

Gradually, his goals began to falter a little. His steps began to be a little flustered, his body began to be a little dizzy, and in front of his eyes, the stone steps stretched up, and began to be dazed.

The pressure on him was increasing, and he felt like his head and body were going to be dragged down. It seems that the whole person is carrying a big mountain on his back, walking in the mire with difficulty, and every step out is extremely difficult, and he is stuck in the quagmire, struggling for a long time, and he can't pull out his footsteps.

Physical fatigue has worn down Rushan's will.

From the moment he climbed the mountain, no matter how strong his will was, he had to bear the heavy mountain at this moment. It was as if as I went up the stone steps, the will that had gradually faded out in my heart had invisibly transformed into a mountain, pressing on me, getting heavier and heavier.

Until he could not lift his head, could not firm his steps, could not see his own path clearly, could not bear the weight of the will.

His will comes from revenge, from the pain in his heart.

Every step he takes, his will will become heavier, the deeper the scar in his heart, and the heavier the mountain on his back.

He finally fell.

Panting roughly, he lay on the stone steps, and everything around him seemed to be still.

There was no light, no sound, no mountains and rivers, no stone steps, and then he saw the river of blood in front of the Lomen, and saw the scorched earth under the heavy rain, and then he heard the cry of the rain, and he heard the cry of his father on his deathbed, and he heard the sound of the rushing water......

Gradually, he opened his eyes, and following the sound of running water, he saw a stream.

It turns out that at the end of this stone staircase, there is a stream!

Luo Changfeng couldn't stand up.

Three years of experience has taught him a lesson.

When the body is bearing the same weight, lying on your stomach is obviously much easier than standing!

It's not feeling, it's spiritual.

He climbed the stone steps, using his hands instead of his feet.

A long trail of blood was left on the stone steps.

At the end of the stone steps, there is a grassland, and on the other side of the grassland, there is a stream.

He finally climbed to the side of the stream.

But there is no sight of the other side.

The mountain is hidden in the fog, and the fog is reflected in the eyes, and it is the sound of flowing water, which evokes the memory of the mountain.

Following the guidance of his memory, he took a scoop of the stream in his dream.

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On the second day of the entrance examination of the college, the examination of the Six-character Gate and the Middle Way of the Six-character Gate, the Xingmen, and the Sichuan Gate was in full swing.

Xue'er, Ling'er, Li Xingyun, and Jun Zeyu stayed in the barracks and did not participate in the assessment of the last three doors today.

And Jiang Manloubo is a name, and he will naturally not let go of every door. Luo Changfeng didn't say anything about this, anyway, he has money, and if he doesn't squander it, he is always sorry for his status as the number one in the family. Besides, the middle way of the art door is the direction he really wants to enter, and he will definitely not miss it today.

As for the kid in Chongyang, he has always been mysterious, and his goal is to be in the way of the Dharma in the six-character gate, and the assessment has ended yesterday, and he also does not plan to participate in today's assessment.

The ten sons of these comrades, Luo Changfeng and the Yue brothers, were left together, and together with the four of them, they appeared on the school field under the leadership of many students under the leadership of Tsing Yi.

There are three types of assessments.

Speed, power, reactions!

Since ancient times, the line of the door is the highest output of the six-character door. With sharp and swift skills, simple and direct combat effectiveness as the training direction.

On the school field, the students participating in the assessment are divided into four teams, in front of each team, there is a force stele, all the test students who participate in the assessment, need to walk to the front of the force stele according to the queue, and bombard the stele with palm power, the force stele will automatically calculate the strength of these students, and divide it into grades.

"The force stele is divided into ten layers according to the strength of the innocent realm, and those whose strength reaches more than five levels can pass the test to participate in the next speed test. Now, let's start measuring the force from the beginning of the team!"

After Tsing Yi announced the rules, the four teams stepped forward one after another.

A dull sound began to sound on the school grounds.

Most of the students who participated in the assessment of the middle way of Xingzimen this year are in the realm of immaculateness, so for the assessment of strength, the elimination rate is also half high. But there are many students who enter the school with art, on average every once in a while, there will be a burst of exclamations around, but which team has an alternative student, with a palm, the force stele stone is cracked, almost scrapped!

It resonated with the students!

Luo Changfeng was also observing these students, and he had to admire that this world was really Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. There are countless people who are not disgraceful.

"This person is already close to the cultivation of the martial arts master who has entered the realm of spirit!" In the other team, Yue Sanren looked at the student at the front who had slapped the force stele stone into a crack with one palm, and showed a slight shock.

There are many powerful and unknown people in this world, but often these people who deliberately retain their strength and do not know about them have a plan.

The Yue brothers are well aware of this.

So he deliberately paid attention to the unknown teenager.

"Look, Liluo is on stage!"

During the moon phase, a pair of eyes brightened, looking at the figure gradually walking up to the force measuring platform, but some looking forward to what kind of results his fellow brothers would achieve.

"What's there to be excited about?" Jiang Manlou didn't know when he appeared at the back of the line, pouted and said.

Originally, the assessment in the door was carried out simultaneously with the door of the word, Jiang Manlou entered the examination room, he didn't expect to finish the exam in such a short time, and he could still catch up with the first round of assessment in the door, it seems that this Jiang family is not as useless as rumored, at least he is still proficient in the way of the ancestral art that the family depends on for survival.

It's just that before the ten sons formed a team, he had some understanding of personal information. In his heart, he knew what level of Liluo's strength was, and this unsullied ten-gravity force stele was tantamount to a pediatric for Liluo, and he couldn't completely find out the true cultivation power of Liluo, and Jiang Manlou, who had already expected the fate of the force stele, pouted his lips in a slightly disappointed way.