But he knew something must have happened, as there was a palpable and severe pain in his shoulder. He could even accurately feel the unbearable sensation of a foreign body in the bloody wound brought on by the bamboo leaf hair.

He raised his right hand and wiped his shoulder, as if he were dusting. This act, of course, cannot eliminate the invisible wounds and pain left by bamboo leaves. But he felt that it was amazing, he felt a lot more relaxed and could move on after completing the movement.

Other bamboo leaves rustled off, rubbing against his cheeks, chest, and back, before coming to a halt on the gravel road.

His clothes are the same as before, but there are countless invisible tears and countless sufferings, which ordinary people cannot bear. His face did not change, but it grew paler.

A gust of mountain wind blew, and countless bamboo leaves were swept into the air, and then fell like a torrential rain.

Ning Que walked in this bamboo rain, and he no longer bothered to pull out the leaves that were about to fall on his shoulders. Instead, he just silently continued to walk forward, as if in his bright eyes, he could see the bamboo rain that had fallen when he killed Yan Suqing in the small house by the lake last year.

He walked very attentively and hard. Every step he took was heavily trampled on the ground, and dust splattered on the soles of his shoes. He ran through the messy bamboo leaves, through the pain.

Taking advantage of the bamboo rain falling, it is a good time to kill and go up the mountain.

Someone may enjoy some of the scenery when they start late, but they struggle to keep up with others. Besides, they could only walk alone on the mountain road, and there was no one in front of them or behind them.

Ning Que felt a little thirsty, and his mouth seemed to be about to smoke. He wanted to drink some water, and just then, he heard the sound of sobbing water.

He looked around and saw a thin stream of water gushing out of a crack in the cliff on the side of the road. It turned into a palm-sized puddle in a stone depression at the bottom, with clumps of weeds growing next to it.

He didn't go to drink the spring water, and he didn't go to pity the grass.

Because the thin water suddenly turned into an impetuous yellow waterfall, and crashed against him, as if to knock him down, against the mossy rock at the bottom of the deep pool.

He continued to move forward with the same focus and strength as before. Every step he took was tense and heavy. He walked slowly but steadily through the jungle along the mountain path before coming to the middle of a meadow.

Without any shade, the blazing sun unceremoniously sprinkled down and painted the grass a layer of red, as if it was about to set everything on fire on either side of the mountain road.

Ning Que covered his forehead with his hand and glanced at the sky, then let out a tired sigh. He noticed that next to the mountain road in front of him, there was a small lake that reflected light like a mirror.

The lake is small, quiet, and so clear that fish can be seen swimming silently in it.

A small pale yellow flower blooms in a crack by the lake.

It shivered in the breeze and seemed very frightened.

Tiny ripples spread across the calm surface of the lake, and the small fish flicked their tails and disappeared between the stones.

Then, a sea of anger appeared in Ning Que's eyes. The water was very blue, even as black as the ink he was familiar with. It kept rolling, setting off mountain-like waves, letting out angry roars, constantly lapping the embankment, slapping Ning Que who was standing on the embankment.

His feet stood like nails on the embankment, staring at the overwhelming black waves. Even though his body seemed to have been hit by a boulder, and his soaked clothes were torn by the sea and brought back to the sea, he still did not take a step back.

Then the sea stood up.

The sea where the crows are like ink stands up like a wall. No, it's actually like the Earth.

The sea cut the sky in half and slowly pressed against him. In the sea that separates the heavens and the earth vertically, a whirlpool larger than a mountain was seen, and seabirds flew around with a whining sound, dying.

Then the sea water fell.

Ning Que also fell.

He fell heavily on the mountain road, frowning tightly in pain and spurting out a mouthful of blood.

The lake was still calm, with nothing but a few ripples.

A calm and proud voice rang out in the depths of the mist.

This proud style is different from Prince Longqing's pretending to be indifferent. The person to whom the voice belonged did not bother to hide it, nor did he deliberately show his pride. The pride in his heart was completely real and not disgusting.

"Legend has it that the handwriting on the cliff was carved by the seniors of the academy. If someone turns on the inhibitor and intends to break through it, the more he will be able to endure the pain and power implied in the amulet. In return, the pain and strength that the mountain path gives to the person will be stronger.

The calm and proud voice continued. "Many years ago, I fought with my eldest brother, and you know his temperament very well. He couldn't be ruthless to me, but I couldn't beat him. In a fit of rage, I crumpled the mold that the instructor often used to make plum cakes, so the teacher made a cruel decision in a fit of rage to punish me for walking the mountain road.

There was an exclamation from the mountain fog, and it can be said that the various reasons for this phenomenon were among them. Some people marvel at the power of the big brother; Some people were surprised that the second brother was strong enough to crush the stainless steel pastry mold engraved with Fu in the headmaster's defenseless hands; Someone was impressed by the extreme bravery of the two, who dared to let the headmaster jump over the plum cake......

"When I crossed the mountain that year, I must have stirred up a lot more movement than this guy had caused. In the end, it wasn't until the galactic meteorite flew everywhere that I fell to the ground. However, it wasn't easy for this guy to be able to make the sea furious.

Someone in the fog agreed, and sighed: "It seems that the more pain you can bear, the more intense the pain you have to bear." This guy is a bit unlucky.

"Unlucky?" Someone asked angrily.

"Unlucky," the man hastened to explain.

"'You haven't seen your little uncle, only me and my eldest brother have seen him,"

The second brother said proudly, a little relieved, as if he had seen the little uncle before, which was a very proud thing in itself.

"Uncle once said that fate itself is a very cruel guy. If you are chosen to take on the task, then before confirming your qualifications, it will do everything possible to break every bone in your body, strip you of every trace of flesh and blood, make you suffer the most extreme pain in the world, make your will and temperament tenacious, and be worthy of being chosen by fate......"

Some people talk and reminisce freely in the thick fog, while others whisper. "It seems that the second brother admires the most is the uncle."

"Breaking every bone, stripping every bit of flesh, or enduring the most extreme pain in the world, is nothing. I stayed in the Minshan grassland, which bone was not broken? Which part of my body didn't hurt?

Ning Que bent down and walked to the hard mountain road, feeling the edge of the gravel under his feet. It seemed that all the bones in his body had been shattered by the sea, but there was not the slightest fear in his eyes, only the presence of indifference.

He braced himself on his feet, struggled to his feet, and lifted his sleeves to wipe the blood from his lips. He looked back at the long winding road he had walked and shouted, "I read your book in the old library last summer!"

"I've seen the needle you hide in the book, and the bamboo leaves are hidden! I was stunned by the damn waterfall! I've been swallowed up by the stinking sea, but what about me? I'm still standing here! Last year I was just an ordinary person who knew nothing, but I wasn't overturned by it all. What's more, I'm already a genius, and now I've embarked on the path of cultivation.

A tranquility shrouded the clear surface of the meadow, and some arrogant shouts echoed there. No birds were frightened to fly out of the forest, no insects were frightened to raise their heads - only then did the echo fade away, then disappear, and it finally regained its calm. The little fish wagged their tails, burrowed out of the rocks, and swam into the sun.

Suddenly looking up at the blue sky separated by no branches, Ning Que gradually smiled and muttered, "Lord Hao, you have made me suffer a lot over the years, so you plan to return me here?"

Ning Que turned around, wiping away the blood dripping from his mouth and nose while struggling forward slowly and with difficulty. He looked embarrassed and miserable, but he had a sincere smile on his face.

He suddenly thought of something, and then said with a regretful face, "Thank God? You should thank yourself first because you are not easy in life and you are capable. You deserve these.