Even though he is living a very prosperous life now, Hu Ran can't be happy.

"I don't want to get up early, I don't want to go to Qingli Garden to see Old Man Bian, and I don't want to go to the waste utensils in Fangyuan City every Friday to find Old Man Wu Yue, I am so tired every day. I'm only a teenager, why should I admit so much? I don't think I've done anything wrong......"

Hu Ran lay on the bed and was about to cry.

"It's time to eat. Ning Du shouted.

"I don't remember. ”

"Then I ate it myself, tofu brain, fried dough sticks, sour and spicy duck feet. ”

Hu Ran sniffed the fragrance in the air, cried, wiped a handful of tears, and finally got up. No matter how hard and tired you are, you can't let your stomach go hungry.

After breakfast, Ning Du put on the school uniform of Qingteng Garden and said, "Today is the fifth day of the new year. ”

"Can I not go to Fangyuan City? It's too far, it's so tiring to bump along the way. I want to take a day off. ”

"If you go, I'll go down to the restaurant when I come back tonight. If you don't go, eat steamed buns and pickles tonight. ”

"Why should I listen to you!You give me back my money!" Hu Ran slapped the table angrily, looking like he was going to fight with Ning Du.

Since Hu Ran was caught secretly skipping class, she has lost her financial power, and she only has three cents left in her pocket every day, standing pitifully in front of the stall and not being able to buy anything she likes. If it had been when she was so generous before, she would have even given a street.

"Oh. Ning Du replied indifferently, and went to Qingteng Garden without looking back.

Hu Ran watched Ning Du leave, showing a fierce expression, going crazy in the same place, and then there was nothing he could do but take a car to Fangyuan City.

The carriage arranged by Shun Er was waiting for Hu Ran on time and carrying her to Fangyuan City.

Passing by the snack street where she often eats on weekdays, Hu Ran smelled a variety of mixed scents, which was like a fishing rod that caught her.

"Offal, belly, meat skewers, ......"

Hu Ran swallowed his saliva silently, touched the only three cents in his pocket, and couldn't help but ask the coachman.

"Uncle, can you lend me some money?"

The coachman smiled innocently and said, "Miss, this is the eighteenth time you have asked me. The boss won't let me bring money or lend you money. Miss Lao is considerate and considerate. ”

"Alas!" Hu Ran lowered the curtains, blocked his nose, held his breath, and didn't think about the snacks outside.

"If this had been put before, I would ......! I hate!" Hu Ran gritted his teeth angrily and clenched his fists.

......

In addition to the approaching exam, there are never many people who forget to return to the pavilion, and the third floor is even more inaccessible. It's not that the content is so condescending, but that more in-depth research is often boring and unbearable for non-old pedants.

In the unique realm of cultivation, there is an insurmountable barrier between realms. Even a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers has no idea of luck after coming to the fourth floor a few times. Something is just incomprehensible if it doesn't reach a certain level.

Ning Du had come to the fourth floor of the Forgotten Pavilion two months ago, and he had already finished reading the three rows of books on the shelves, starting from the first book on the shelves.

Gently brushing off the dust on it, Ning Du took out a new book.

"Is it about the withering of plants and trees?" Ning Du was slightly surprised in his heart and read it carefully.

Like the "painting" exam in the entrance examination of Qingteng Garden, the words on the fourth floor of the Forgotten Pavilion contain complex vitality flows, and there is almost no way to read them without seeing the cultivation above the mountain realm. However, this problem is not a problem for Ning Du. He could read any book in the Chamber, and he wouldn't have the same obstacles as everyone else. Sima E knew Ning Du's ability, and still asked him to read all the books on the fourth floor, and not a single one was left behind.

The author of "Grass and Trees" is not a practitioner, but just an ordinary person. He has spent his entire life recording the withering glory of the plants and trees around him, and even has a large number of repetitive words, which makes people can't help but get bored when they read it. Throughout, there is no word about spiritual practice.

"Why is this book here?" Ning Du did have such a question when he first read it, but as he read more and more deeply, the amazement in his heart grew. By the time he read the last ten pages, his eyes were so sour and his mind was dizzy that he had to stop.

Looking up at the darkened sky, Ning Du sighed.

"I didn't expect it to be so late again. The author of this "Collection of Plants and Trees" is really a strange person. The remaining pages may take a while to read. Ning Du put the book back on the shelf, sorted out his thoughts, and slowly walked down the Forgetting Pavilion.

"I'm afraid that this strange man didn't know that he had reached the Five Realms until he died, and he regarded himself as an ordinary person. From the very beginning, Shang Jiao Xi said: Life is full of practice. There is indeed no falsehood in this statement. Through the life and death of the grass and trees, I have felt the changes in the vitality of heaven and earth, which is really admirable!"

In the past three months, Ning Du's realm has not made any progress, and it is still difficult to reach the realm. Compared to the rapid progress in his realm before, the gap is indeed too huge. However, Ning Du was not in a hurry. The progress in these three months was, in his opinion, no smaller than before.

I went home according to the familiar road, and along the way I bought half a salt-baked chicken and a piece of bacon, fried winter bamboo shoots with bacon, and then cooked a pot of porridge, which was just right for dinner. It's so late, going to the restaurant again will delay tomorrow's business, and today can only be counted.

It was already very dark in the winter, and Ning Ducai was halfway through, and it was already completely dark. The lights were lit up in the rooms on both sides, and the sound of dishes and chopsticks and noise could be heard.

Ning Du exhaled a white breath and stopped.

"You must be complaining that you haven't eaten yet. ”

The next room was lit up, illuminating the way.

A figure holding a sword was clipped out by the light.

"Pingxi swordsman Xu Gao, I have heard the strongest name of kendo for a long time, and I came to ask for advice today!"

Ning Du glanced at the other party and chuckled, "Don't you think it's too bullying to press me in the mountain realm?"

"With this difference in realm, will the strongest disciple of the sword path still care?" The Pingxi swordsman named Xu Gao raised his head, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Ning Du greeted the other party and walked forward, the things he was holding in his hand were not put down, and he did not mean to draw his sword.

The long sword swirled in half a circle in his hand, horizontally in front of his eyes, and his right hand held the hilt of the sword, which could be pulled out in an instant. Xu Gao's gaze crossed the sword and stared at Ning Du, who was walking step by step.

"The only thing that is powerful about his sword is that it is fast! As long as I can block his sword, then I will definitely win in the future! In the end, he is just in a difficult situation! No matter how strong his vitality is, how strong can he be?!"

Click.

Ning Du continued to walk forward.

Laugh at!

The sword light flashed in the dim light for a moment.

Click.

Ning Du continued to walk forward, walking past Xu Gao, and his figure gradually disappeared in the alternation of light and darkness.

Bang Dang!

The long sword fell, and Xu Gao's gaze gradually stiffened.

"How could it be? How could he not even be able to block one of his swords? How could his sword be so fast? He ...... without the slightest warning? If his sword qi just now did not hit my sword, but hit my head, then I ...... at this time" Xu Gao suddenly felt a chill, silently picked up the sword on the ground, and disappeared from the heavenly capital.

During these days, not only the knowledge of the Sword Pavilion, but also the miscellaneous and the famous and nameless came to challenge Ning Du. People don't dare to meet the real strongest kendo, so they come to see the strongest disciple of kendo. It is impossible to defeat the strongest kendo, but it is possible to defeat the strongest disciple of kendo.

With the end of the Qingyun Test, Ning Du did not spread his reputation as the second in the Qingyun Test, but became famous all over the world as a disciple of Shang Chonggu.

Not to mention Shang Chonggu's enemies, not to mention those who seek in the way of the sword, just a person who sells his reputation can block Ning Du's way every day.

After seeing too much, Ning Du is used to it, and now he only cares about how to go back to fulfill the lie he told this morning. If he continues to lose his trust like this, Hu Ranke will really flip the table.

......

After nightfall, the Qingteng Garden gradually quieted down, and only a few places in the Forget Gui Pavilion were still lit up.

Shi Zhuxi stood in front of the bookshelves on the fourth floor, looking at the books that had been dusted off, and was silent for a long time.

Originally, I was stuck in a copy of "Yuan Gui Theory" for three months, but I didn't want Ning Du to read it in just one day. And Ning Du has read all the books on these three rows of bookshelves.

"Is the gap really that big?"

Shi Zhuxi asked himself, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

It was impossible to avoid jealousy at all, but the ruler in Shi Zhuxi's heart warned him that he had to curb it.

Ordinary people cannot become saints, but they can also use the rules of saints to bind themselves, so as to get infinitely close to saints.

Shi Zhuxi was quiet for a long time before he calmed down the jealousy in his heart and walked down the Forgotten Pavilion.

After walking and standing at Firefly Lake for a while, Shi Zhuxi couldn't help but comfort himself in a low voice: "Everyone has their own ambitions, and everyone has their own path." I just need to be myself. ”

"Is that really what you want to do?"

The sudden sound behind him made Shi Zhenxi feel a spirit, and his hands immediately condensed vitality. Approaching quietly, he didn't believe that the other party was just trying to make a joke.

"Why are you so nervous, it's not the first time we've met!"

"How did you get into the Ivy Garden?"

"That's a minor problem. I'm here to talk to you about what I said last time. ”

Shi Zhenxi narrowed his eyes and sneered: "Didn't I warn you, come to the door again, don't blame me for being polite!"

"Haha, why bother, since you don't like to see me, I won't come to you again. But if you have any questions, you can come to me. This bottle of elixir will be given to you first. ”

"No, you don't. Shi Zhuxi replied coldly.

"Hey, hey. This is the 'Shen Xuan Dan', I put it here for you. With that, the man disappeared into the darkness.

Shi Zhuxi stared at the darkness, confirming that the other party was gone, and the tense nerves finally relaxed. However, his gaze inevitably fell on the bottle of "Ginseng Xuandan".