Unlike other students who became disciples of the Taiping Mountain House after becoming famous, Nian Huazang entered the Taiping Mountain House at the age of seven.

This is very rare in the Hui Fourth Academy.

Because well-known academies like Ziyang Academy and Huisi Academy do not accept Mengtong. No matter how outstanding a student is, he or she will first be enlightened in some private schools, and after achieving certain results, he will sign up for admission when the college recruits students.

Many uninformed Huizhou people rumored that Nian Huazang was a prodigy, so he could enter the Fourth Courtyard of Huizhou at the age of seven.

But the reason behind the difference in his time when he joined the academy was actually not so glorious.

Just because he is a child picked up by Guo Jiaoxi.

He is not a family.

It could also be. After he became famous, there were also families who wanted to recognize him.

He lost his father at a young age, his family was destitute, and his only relative was his mother, who had been widowed for many years. The old mother made a living by selling bread on the side of the street, and pulled him up. Since he was a child, he has found that he is different from others, he can hear voices that others can't hear, and he can feel breaths that others can't.

There were well-informed neighbors around him who said to his mother, "You look extraordinary, I'm afraid you can become a cultivator."

Practitioners! What an amazing existence for an ordinary family!

Nianhuazang's mother was overjoyed.

However, in order to become a cultivator, it is not enough to have talent, you also need to go to the village school to receive the guidance of your husband, otherwise the turbulent air flow in his body alone can kill him.

However, for the mother and son of the Nian family who can only barely fill their stomachs, where can they have the money to enter the village school?

Nianhua hid at the door of the thin gentleman and knelt for a day and a night until he fainted, and he did not get a chance to enter.

In order to make up enough to bind her belly, her mother was still desperately selling cakes on the street for nine cold days, and finally fell ill with wind and cold, coughing nonstop, and the neighborhood was rumored to have tuberculosis.

For the first time, the young people felt hopeless.

Then he heard out of nowhere that the bamboo leaves plucked from the top of the highest bamboo could be used to make soup to cure tuberculosis.

In Huizhou, the tallest bamboo grows in the Nanyang Forest Farm, where the Taiping Mountain House is located.

For Nianhuazang, where entering the village school was a distant dream at that time, the Taiping Mountain House, one of the four courtyards of the Hui Dynasty, was simply like a sky-like existence.

There are even rumors that people who are not cultivators will be strangled as soon as they enter the Nanyang Forest Farm.

At that time, he was only seven years old, and Huazang was very scared.

But looking at his mother, who couldn't afford medicine and coughed day and night at home, the bamboo leaf remedy was the last straw for a boy who didn't know anything.

Nianhuazang hid from his mother, slipped out of the house with a firewood knife on his back, asked countless people, and climbed Wolong Mountain.

Nian Huazang still doesn't understand how he, who had never been far away at that time, found the location of the Taiping Mountain House alone.

Maybe it's fate in the dark.

And this academy, but also this mountain.

He had passed this cliff when he was climbing alone, but he didn't have the courage to jump over it and honestly go back the way he came.

And he finally found the highest bamboo as far as his eyes could see, and the little boy was tired and hungry by that time, and his eyes were full of stars, all supported by obsession and the turbulent air currents in his chest.

He climbed the bamboo with his bare hands, and then when he was about to reach the top, he fell out of force.

That's the limit for him, a seven-year-old.

He will never forget the feeling of falling.

Then everything happened as if in a dream. Guo Jiaoxi, who happened to be practicing swords in the bamboo forest at that time, rushed to the bottom of the tree and caught him at the last moment.

It was also the first time he had intuitively felt the power of a cultivator.

Guo Jiaoxi's arms are like iron casting, and the seven-year-old boy already has a lot of weight, and the force of the fall can be imagined when he falls from such a high place. But he only had to hold the child for a few spins, and he unloaded the huge impact.

And in the process of falling, in the boundary between life and death, the qi that had been holding in Nianhuazang's chest also exploded.

Then the life of the boy who was called the Nian Hua Zang changed.

Guo Jiaoxi took him in and even paid for his mother's illness.

Then, time passed, and the boy who could not afford to go to school became the head of the county martial arts test, and became the chief of the Taiping Mountain House, the largest martial arts academy in Huizhou.

Because of this experience in his childhood, the meaning of the Taiping Mountain House and this mountain peak to him is very different from that of other students.

Nianhuazang has spent most of his life so far in the Taiping Mountain House, and Wolong Mountain is like his home.

From a very young age, after finishing schoolwork, he played around in the mountains.

Except for Guo Jiaoxi, no one is more familiar with the terrain here than him.

So he knew that this seemingly bottomless snow cliff was about a thousand zhang deep, and it was a real thousand zhang valley.

Nian Huazang's life was changed by a fall from a height, but that doesn't mean he loves falling from a height.

In short, having said all that, in fact, he is a little afraid of heights.

Looking at the footprints on the edge of the snow cliff, the irritability that had lingered in Nianhuazang's heart all morning poured out again.

It's not good to break it here.

Did the woman go forward, or did she jump?

There was no blood around the sword mark just now, and there was no trace of a fight after that, which meant that the two fought once and then separated again.

That woman is in the Yitian Realm, and she is an absolute disadvantage in front of the Ascending Extreme Realm, even if she escapes with the help of wind and snow, there will always be a time when she will be caught up, after all, the two cannot be the same in terms of internal force and true yuan.

That woman was able to run here without being caught up, I'm afraid it was all at the cost of burning a large amount of true yuan.

So it's almost time for her to find a way to change her situation.

But......

Did you run to the cliff in order to change the situation?

If the true yuan is not good in the process of falling, or you lose consciousness due to wind and snow during the fall, or you encounter the air flow at the bottom of the valley, or you are discovered by the hunted and killed Ascending Realm......

In short, there are a hundred possible broken bones.

Looking at the bottomless valley, Nian Huazang took a long breath.

Normal people would never do that.

But looking at the bottom of the valley, Nian Huazang didn't know why he had a feeling.

That woman's words might really jump.

That madman.

The footprints on the ground have been buried by the wind and snow, and there is no trace of them.

If the woman really jumped and didn't move for so long, she probably might have slept at the bottom of the valley.

Nian Huazang felt that he should turn around and go back at this time, regretfully inform the woman's brother of the bad news, and then return to the academy and tell Guo Jiaoxi the process honestly.

Presumably no one will reproach him.

Because he had never seen the figure of the woman from beginning to end, there was nothing to do idly by.

And there's no evidence that she actually jumped.

On such a snowy day, in the face of thousands of snow cliffs, I don't know if people are jumping down if they are not underneath, that is what only a madman would do.

Thinking so, Nianhuazang's feet walked to the edge of the snow cliff.

The soles of his feet stepped on the same place where the footprints were still there.

The whirlwind swirling up from the bottom of the valley whistled up the snowflakes, and the bottomless valley looked like a whirlpool of wind and snow.

Looking at the deep darkness below, Nian Huazang's heart jumped.

It's like when I was seven years old, climbing to the top of a bamboo and looking down at the blurred bottom.

Then he flew and jumped.

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