The melted and collapsed snow-capped mountains were rebuilt by cold force. It seems to be magic, but the structure of the snow-capped mountains is unstable and could collapse at any time. The glaciers and dangerous caverns inside are so scarred that most of them can't be connected to each other, so it makes the snow-capped mountains as fragile as a wooden pillar hollowed out by termites.

The priceless Tianli Pill was melted by the water, slowly penetrating into his body through his throat, and then the medicinal effect reached Ning Que's stomach. The light that shone like a star dissipated in his internal organs.

Under the light, the distant mountain peaks suddenly rise high instead of collapsing again. It just stood quietly under the firmament, as holy as a saint, as firm as a warrior. It slowly melted, wetting the dry land of the wilderness.

A breath of life permeated that strange world, not from the sun in the sky, but from the essence of the world. Day and night alternate, a cold trickle flows slowly, and then other grasses grow on one side of the trickle, spreading to the grassland.

Flocks of sheep are happily jumping on the grassland, and some voles are happily gnawing on the grass roots underground. Deep in the grassland, pleasant green trees are growing.

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The potency of the pill is slow, but people absorb it very quickly. It was only when Ning Que absorbed all the power of the pill into his Qi Sea Snow Mountain that he came to his senses. At that time, it was dawn outside the old library.

He leaned sluggishly against the wall, squinting at the twilight outside the east window. He opened his mouth slightly and muttered in a barely audible voice: "Everything has a cause and effect, and there is a reason for existence. Haotian, you have a reason to bring me into this world, I know you won't watch me die.

"It's not Haotian, it's that I can't watch you die indifferently."

Chen Pipi leaned against the wall beside Ning Que, rubbed his tired eyes, and muttered, "You are a person who has stepped into the world of dead silence with one foot, but once you come to your senses, you can't figure out who saved you."

Ning Que smiled tiredly and quietly saw his big round face. He never expected that Chen Pipi, who had left him a message for a long time, would look like this. Then he asked, "How did you heal me?"

Chen Pipi moved his fat body, rubbed his back against the wall, stood up hard, and stretched his numb body with his hands on his waist. He smiled slightly, waved his hand, and said, "I've told you many times, I'm a genius, it's rare to see in the world." If an ordinary doctor sees your wounds, you will die. But for me, it's just a trifle.

The fat lad always thinks of himself as a genius he hasn't seen in a hundred years, so he always asks himself to act like a real genius. He admires his brother's manners, so he doesn't like to mumble.

Last night, in order to treat Ning Que, he gave him a priceless pill, which was almost impossible to find in the world. But it is too mundane to emphasize this, because he has already given him. Besides, it was completely not to his taste, so he didn't explain the details, just shook his sleeves and said he didn't care.

Of course, if someone stood in front of him, he would see his chubby face trembling slightly with pity and regret.

Chen Pipi turned around and regained his composure, looking at Ning Que's eyes, he made a request, "Can I see your big black umbrella?"

Ning Que was silent for a while and then said, "I don't have the strength, let's do it myself."

This made Chen Pipi lose his mind. He frowned, looked at Ning Que for a while, bent down with difficulty, and grabbed the handle of the black umbrella.

He felt a little cold when he first held it. The wood used to make the handle appears to have been ground from an ordinary tree in the northern part of the empire. He didn't know what was painted on the black umbrella because it seemed a little greasy. Other than that, you don't see anything strange.

Chen Pipi looked at the black umbrella in his hand for a long time, but found nothing. He put it back to Ning Que and said, "Last night, I inquired about something.

"What?" Ning Que asked tiredly.

"Yesterday, Suzaku woke up." Chen Pipi stared into his eyes.

Ning Que frowned slightly, thinking of the feeling of fainting on the street due to a serious injury, and the fear that appeared for no reason when he walked with Sang Sang a few months ago, holding a black umbrella. But he really didn't know that Suzaku's portrait had woken up at the time, so he just shook his head.

Chen Pipi didn't notice any problems, paused, and then continued: "Last night, a sword saint was found in Chang'an.

Ning Que was silent.

Chen Pipi looked at him with a wry smile and said, "You have a lot of sword wounds on your body. Although you are not bleeding now, your wounds are burned by fire, not old wounds.

Ning Que smiled, raised his head and said, "What do you want to say?"

"You were badly wounded, but instead of going home and lying down, you came to the academy in a carriage. It only indicates that you were wounded by a sword in the morning. At that time, the local government of Chang'an chased you very closely, so you couldn't go back, so you had to flee to the academy. The local government of Chang'an did not dare to stop the carriage to go to the academy, let alone search you here.

"Yesterday morning, the Sword Saint died, and the Suzaku portrait on the street woke up, you were hit hard by a sword, but there was not a trace of blood, and the wound was burned by invisible fire, which only means one thing."

Chen Pipi looked at him and frowned, "You are the one who killed the Sword Saint, and you are also the one who annoys Suzaku." But what has always puzzled me is that you did all this, you are just an ordinary person.

"I admire you. Your name may be Fu, and then my name may be Hua.

Ning Que leaned against the wall tiredly and said, "The problem is that you worked so hard to save me, so I believe you won't take me to the government." So why should you bother asking these questions?

Chen Pipi raised his eyebrows and said proudly: "Because I am a genius, I want to prove to you that nothing can be hidden from me!"

Ning Que smiled at him, and suddenly said, "Xishan is not as big a family as you said in your letter. There is only one place that can affect cultivation and the ordinary world and make the academy fearful - Haotian Temple.

"You are not the inheritor of the big family, but the chosen inheritor of the Haotian Dao Sect. I don't know who your master was when you were a child, was it the leader of Haotian Taoism, or what kind of great monk? And what puzzles me the most is that as a genius who has high hopes for the Xishan Haotian Temple, he was selected as the inheritor by the lord and accepted by the academy...... Why are you so fat?

After hearing the analysis, Chen Pipi was first shocked, then angry, and felt that his self-esteem had been hurt. He frowned gloomily and looked at Ning Que, neither in favor nor against, and reprimanded him coldly, "What a bunch of nonsense!" Little potato like you, I could easily crush you to death. Don't show off your little tricks in front of me!

The tall prodigy put on a solemn look, exuding an aura of contempt, while Ning Que looked calm and fearless. He leaned against the wall, smiled and suddenly asked, "Have you ever killed someone?"

Chen Pipi pursed his lips slightly, intending to refute with some arrogant words, but he couldn't say it, but found his toes looking around.

Ning Que observed him with interest and continued, "What about the chicken?

Chen Pipi bent his head with his hands back, his mouth tightly pursed into a line, and refused to answer. He writhed his stout body back and forth, like an embarrassed kid with hurt pride.

Ning Que laughed, then sighed. "I'm guessing you might have accidentally killed some ants while crossing the street. Slender hands like yours, I'm afraid, may never touch a drop of blood...... Don't imitate someone else's bluff because it will only have the opposite effect, which is to make people laugh. Another thing to keep in mind, don't talk about me everywhere.

After a good lesson, Chen Pipi covered his face with his sleeve and left in embarrassment.

It was already early in the morning, and Ning Que could still catch up with class, but he barely struggled to recover, physically and mentally exhausted. Therefore, this may not be the best time for him to pretend to be a hardworking student. He vaguely remembered that the female professor would take a leave of absence, so he decided to go back to Lin 47th Street to take a break.

The badly wounded young man slowly walked out of the old library with the big black umbrella as a crutch, like an old man bent over for morning exercises. He walked leisurely along the skirt of the wetland in the early morning sun and walked out of the academy gates.

Outside the plain stone gate is a green meadow, like a large carpet with dozens of stone-paved carriageways, and further on, a large field of flowers. In midsummer, the flowers give way to lush foliage and small fruits.