As for Zhong Dajun, he felt that all the programs, after entering the academy, were stolen by Xie Chengyun, Ning Que and a young man who was only fourteen years old, Linchuan Wang Ying. As an excellent scholar cultivated by the Yang Guan tribe, he was unwilling to stay behind them. Xie Chengyun and Wang Ying are indeed well-deserved, because they enjoyed a great reputation before entering the academy. One of them is his best friend, and the other is really young. However, why did Ning Que put it in front of him?

Therefore, for the gambling of this semester's exam, he is even more active than Xie Chengyun. Today, he entered the C-level dormitory to humiliate Ning Que and expose the insidious face of this hooligan in front of the academy students.

However, neither Xie Chengyun, Zhong Dajun, nor the A-grade dormitory students who accompanied them to the C-grade dormitory did not expect that Ning Que would be ashamed to make such a cowardly move, but instead criticized others eloquently.

They originally intended to humiliate Ning Que, but they were scolded unreasonably and humiliated by Ning Que. Therefore, those students who originally doubted whether Ning Que would really get sick on the day of the semester exam didn't want to think in that direction anymore.

Not only those students, but even all the young students in the C-grade dormitory were enraged by Ning Que's seemingly forceful but unreasonable reprimand. Even the most ordinary students, adored in their home study halls, have never been so ridiculously ridiculed.

"Forget it. Don't bother arguing with that guy.

Some students suppressed the unwillingness in their hearts and reminded others. "After all, he is an old friend of the fourth princess."

"The word 'old friend' is not appropriate. Zhong Dajun glared at the rainproof corridor with his back on his back, and said angrily: "Who knows how His Highness met him and was deceived by him."

In front of the study, the burly Chu Zhongtian rubbed his head and said, "When I went home, I mentioned it to the elders in the family. The fifth uncle wrote back to me, saying that he had asked Ning Que about Ning Que from Hua Shanyue, the captain of the Gushan Headquarters. He replied that Ning Que was just a soldier in Wei City, escorting Her Royal Highness the princess on his return journey, and might have made some contributions. Her Royal Highness wanted to repay him for his help, so she gave him special care in Chang'an City.

Chu Zhongtian is the best one among the thirty-seven grandsons of the sixteenth Wei general Chu Xiongtu, and he is the darling of the whole family, so there is no need to step aside when discussing major matters in the family. Therefore, his words are always credible.

"It seems that the encounter in front of the old library the other day was just a coincidence. As for his contribution to Her Royal Highness the Princess's return journey......"

Zhong Dajun snorted indifferently, "What contribution can he make as an infantryman?" Oh, I see, pitching a tent, leading a horse, picking up Argo, can all be considered a help. It is not surprising that Her Royal Highness the Princess takes special care of him, because she is virtuous and kind. But who would have expected that this despicable guy would actually use His Highness's fame to elevate his status. How despicable he is.

Hearing this, Situ Yilan, who had been sitting silently at the table, suddenly stood up and retorted: "When did Ning Que use His Highness's fame to improve his status?" Do you know what His Highness Ning Que did on the way back from Wei City? I know. If he had just done something as trivial as picking up Argor, why did His Highness come to see him in person that day?

Then her arched eyebrows curled, and she continued in a low tone: "You said that Ning Que was despicable and despicable, then I wondered, what do you think of gossiping about others like this?" If you really think he's inferior, tell him in front of him. But like he said, you don't have the courage because you're afraid of him.

Zhong Dajun became extremely embarrassed. He never expected that this noble girl from Chang'an, even if she offended most of her classmates, would speak for Ning Que. So he forcibly suppressed his anger and defended himself: "I am not afraid. But we are all cultivated scholars, how can we fight so hard with that young barbarian?

Situ Yilan didn't answer what he meant, but turned around and saw his companion whispering to Xie Chengyun. Frowning, she asked unhappily, "Wucai, do you want to go back?"

Jin Wucai secretly glanced at Xie Chengyun, and then said to Situ Yilan with a smile: "You go first, I'll leave later...... Go to the old library and read a book.

Situ Yilan knew that this was just her excuse, so she ignored it. She packed up her stationery and walked to Xie Chengyun's side. Looking at this famous talent from the Southern Jin Kingdom, she said: "Wucai is the most favored granddaughter of the Tang Liberator. "Although your talent in the Southern Jin Kingdom is quite famous, you still have to enter the second layer first."

Xie Chengyun quickly understood what she meant, and replied with a confident smile: "I will do my best."

Zhong Dajun was still offended by Situ Yilan's defense of Ning Que, so he sneered: "If Mr. Xie can't enter the second floor, then the people of our grade can't enter either." Or maybe you think... Can Ning Que do it?

Situ Yilan frowned and looked at him, so angry that he turned to leave. How could she promise Ning Que in front of her classmates that she had the ability to enter the second floor? She didn't have confidence in him, not to mention that Ning Que probably didn't have confidence in herself either.

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After eating three pieces of fried steamed buns and a bowl of golden porridge in the cafeteria, Ning Que walked through the wetland to the quiet old library as fast as he could, and went upstairs to the second floor. This second floor is not the one mentioned above. However, it has the same meaning to him because of its bookish scent and faded ink.

The interior of the building is cool and pleasant, as if the smell of books can bring calm, or simply because the closed west windows block out the warm sunlight. Going up to the second floor, Ning Que found that the complaints and complaints that had been aroused in the study before were like hot sweat, and they were instantly cleared.

Walking to the east window, Ning Que looked at the petite and peaceful female professor, and bowed respectfully to greet him as usual. Then he straightened up. Staring at her beautiful face, which showed no signs of age, he was completely confused at the thought of her indifferent reaction to him the day before yesterday when he was lying on the ground with a serious injury. He was about to ask her for a solution, but eventually gave up.

The female professor seemed to have forgotten what she had witnessed that day, and the young man next to her was the one lying against the wall, desperately waiting for death. She nodded to him as usual, without looking at him or saying a word. She was just calmly copying the small hairpin text in the book, and it was impossible to notice the slightest movement in her jaw if she wasn't careful.

Ning Que smiled self-deprecatingly and rubbed his head. Then he erased those things from his mind, returned to the bookshelf, squatted down and pulled out Wu Shanyang's "Haoran Sword Theory", and then sat on the floor next to the west window, and looked at it intently by the faint light that came in from the window paper.

He couldn't remember the contents of the classic cultivation books at all, and at the beginning, he even saw the figures in those books, and when the acupuncture points of the Qi Sea Snow Mountain were blocked, he fainted. Later, he learned how to use Babi Calligraphy to deconstruct Chinese characters, which helped him understand the meaning behind Chinese characters. However, he is still haunted by these implicated intentions. For example, the intentions of the characters in this book about Haoran's sword stabbed at him like a sharp blade.

He still didn't know how many acupuncture points his Qi Sea Snow Mountain had reconstructed. However, his perception of that peaceful and natural aura was enough to prove that the pain he had previously blocked had been mercilessly taken away by Haotian. He wondered what the difference would be when he read the books again.

There are indeed differences. The ink-streaked meanings in the book entered his mind through his eyes, then gradually dissipated into his body, and then wandered around as a blade. In the process, the unbearable pain in his chest turned into a depressed feeling...... He felt that something was blocked, very blocked, very blocked.

It didn't feel very good, which made him easily think of the kind of medicine produced by Ma Yinglong Pharmaceutical Company. So after reading carefully for more than an hour, he shook his head, put the book down, and then walked to the west window to leave a message for Chen Pipi.

"First of all, you can congratulate me because my acupuncture points are no longer clogged. Secondly, I still haven't found anything useful in these books, why? Third, can you provide some simple and feasible methods? Finally, thank you,"

With some regret in his heart, Ning Que went downstairs in the twilight and returned to Lin 47th Street in Chang'an City by carriage. Then he began to look forward to tomorrow's academy life, because he was curious about Chen Pipi's answer.

He didn't realize that this regret was actually a completely unworthy emotion. If those great grandmasters of the Xishan Haotian Temple found a young man who had just entered the First Sight Realm, and it was expected that he would be able to start his formal cultivation within a day, they would call him greedy and expel him from cultivation.

Similarly, if the instructors of those academies knew that one of their students had just unsealed ten of the seventeen acupuncture points of the Qi Sea Snow Mountain and couldn't wait to learn the stunt of the Haoran Sword Academy, they would definitely say that he was a narcissistic idiot and slapped his palm a hundred times as punishment.

The vermilion bird carved by the previous generation of saints in Chang'an Vermilion Bird Street, the mysterious big black umbrella of unknown origin behind it, and the Tianli Dan in a holy place in Xishan are all the most precious and wonderful existences in the world. Together, they brought about such a change in his body.

There is a saying in the cultivation world that cultivation is a gift from Haotian and is picked up by the lucky ones. It is against the will of God to force an ordinary person who does not have any cultivation potential to pursue it, and this kind of power is only possessed by gods, or it is only recorded in the scriptures and passed on by word of mouth. Only the Haotian Heavenly Temple of the Xishan Divine Kingdom has such strength, and it needs those great gods and monks of a higher realm to be pious.

Therefore, the ordinary cultivators next to Min Mountain, the military talisman master in charge of the assessment, the old man Lu Qingchen who met on the way back, and Chen Pipi who left a message for him, could all assert without hesitation that Ning Que could not cultivate.

However, when the most wonderful Suzaku, Black Umbrella, and Tianli Pill in existence, intertwined with Ning Que at the same time, the cycle of life began to be slowly stirred. (This sentence is negligible)

In the pitch-black darkness before dawn, cultivator Yan Suqing concentrated all his life force and broke through the defense formed by Ning Que's chest and body. Then, Suzaku's upper wing turned into an invisible spear, piercing through his Qi Sea Snow Mountain, and immediately after, Suzaku burned everything it could reach with invisible flames, and finally put Ning Que to death.

The large black umbrella played a key role in this moment. It protected him from the sun like a hazy willow tree, while rebuilding the snow-capped mountains inside him with the constant chill of the night sky. But this was not enough, because this reconstructed microcosm in his body was too fragile, too unstable, and could collapse at any moment.

At this moment, Chen Pipi contributed a Tianli Pill, which was as precious as a virgin's sacrifice of chastity.

God helps those who help themselves. Perhaps Haotian began to compensate for the bitterness and harshness he experienced in the first ten years of his life.

Ning Que didn't realize that he had encountered the most amazing luck in the world. Even if he knew, he still didn't understand the reason, and after changing his fate against the will of God, he was still dissatisfied and regretful. This really angered the others and left them speechless.

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Chen Pipi was speechless and furious.

Hearing the word "congratulations", Chen Pipi realized that this guy's fate should be forcibly changed against the will of God, and he actually started his own cultivation pursuit. Then he couldn't help but widen his eyes and lost the ability to say a word. He even suspected that his vision was blurred.

He didn't know that the Suzaku carving with Ning Que's body as the battlefield and the miraculous battle under the protection of the big black umbrella. However, as a cultivation genius cultivated by Xishan and the academy at the same time, he was able to come up with some cause and effect relationships. But no matter what way he used, he still didn't expect that Ning Que should have such a miracle!

His shock lasted for quite some time, leaving him completely speechless. A strong sense of admiration and jealousy stirred up from the depths of his proud and kind heart. When he saw those messages in the newspapers, he couldn't help but be indignant again,

Summers are hot and dry. Although the cool breeze blows from time to time, and the sound of cicadas outside the west window gradually disappears in the night, Chen Pipi is still sweating profusely, and I don't know if it is caused by being fat or indignant. He unbuttoned his clothes and wrote back to him very angrily,

"First of all, I don't want to congratulate you because this matter is too ridiculous to understand. Second, it's not that it's useless to read books, it's you cultivation idiot. Third, I admit that I envy you right now, so I'm reluctant to show you the way.

"Finally, please thank Haotian and your ancestors first, as for me...... Thank you so much!

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When he was young, in fact, when he was very young, Ning Que was often brainwashed by a sentence, and the general idea was: the knowledge mastered was like a circle. The more you know, the bigger the circle. Then you will find that there is more and more knowledge that you don't know.

He used to hate this phrase and couldn't understand why his mother and teachers always taught him such pessimistic arguments. However, when he finally knocked on the door of his cultivation, he realized that what this sentence conveyed was so true that it left him confused and helpless as he found that what he couldn't understand actually increased.

After getting Chen Pipi's information, he went up to the second floor to read the cultivation books, and carefully followed the ideas in the information. But no matter how serious he is, he still can't get the hang of it.

He has become accustomed to the straight-line mindset of killing people with three knives tied to the grassland. Although it can't be considered a bad thing, when Ning Que confirmed that he couldn't continue, he decided not to think about it anymore and turned to more important things.

No one knew what Ning Que would do first after confirming that he could cultivate.

He did not indulge in calligraphy all day, accompanied by drinking songs, nor did he go to the instructor of the academy to strongly ask for a magic course, shouting: "I succeeded!" I did it! He didn't even go to the princess's residence and brazenly told Li Yu that he was now a big investment. Except for the old brush shop with Sangsang, who was immersed in happiness in private, they would look up at each other like two idiots, and then giggle inexplicably, he just showed off to Chen Pipi, and then headed for the southern city.

Tonight at the gates of the famous Star-Picking Casino in the South City, a master and his servant nervously whispered to each other.

The young man has a delicate appearance. He has shallow dimples on his cheeks and black hair. He looked up at the golden-painted sign at the Star Casino, and swallowed, not knowing whether it was nervousness or greed. Then he asked in a somewhat rough throat, "Sangsang, if we win a lot of money in the future, will they come after us?"

The little handmaiden of darkness was also nervous. Holding the heavy coffin in her right hand, she hid behind the young man, listened to the noise spread by the dim light, and said in a trembling tone: "Young master, I am more worried about your methods. Can perceiving the Qi of Heaven and Earth help you see the counts on the dice? Are you sure? If you gamble all your money in the future, you must not bet on me.

"What nonsense! Furthermore... Even if I use you as a bet, the casino may not even want you. Ning Que rubbed his hands nervously and said, "As for how sure I am, I've already shown you many times last night. I, your young master, will never fight without the confidence to succeed. I'm going to win, the question is, how do I get away with it.

"You have the confidence to win..."

It seems that Sangsang is not in a hurry to escape. After Ning Que assured her that they could win, she bit her lip and made up her mind to take a folded paper star from her old belt. Then she murmured, "I took out two hundred taels of silver from under the bed for a note, and in the coffin, there are still one hundred taels of silver...... Young master, you take them all away and try to win more.