At the end of the fog was a long silence.

The second brother suddenly sighed and said, "Although this guy is not in a good state and has poor cultivation ability, his arrogant attitude is somewhat the same as that of Pippi."

I heard a faint voice again, "Second brother, why do I think his arrogant acting skills reflect your style?"

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As the sun goes down, the temperature drops, but the trail is still bright. Ning Que walked with difficulty, wiping away the blood and sweat. He didn't care about his slow and difficult pace, because since he started running away at the age of four, especially when he climbed the vast Minshan Mountain with Sangsang on his back, he understood a truth - it doesn't matter if someone walks slowly, as long as he can keep walking, and then one day, he will reach where he wants to go, surpassing all those who dare not start on the side of the road.

At this moment of climbing, Ning Que finally saw a companion.

He glanced at the young man sitting on the side of the road, and then at the official sword at the young man's waist. He remembered that he had heard from his classmates in the academy that this person seemed to be a swordsman from the Southern Jin Kingdom, and that the forces to which this guy belonged were hostile to Xie Chengyun's family. Ning Que just didn't know if this guy had anything to do with Sword Saint Liu Bai.

Thinking of Liu Bai, Ning Que couldn't help but think of what the female professor said in the sword forest this morning. Then he wiped the sweat from his forehead, recalled the thrilling things on the road, and couldn't help but regret a little, but immediately dispelled all the remorse.

The young swordsman from the Kingdom of the Southern Jin Dynasty fell on the side of the road, his face full of pain and fear. His hands clung to a small tree, like a drowning man holding the last piece of wood in the sea. No one knows what kind of mental shock he experienced on this mountain road.

Seeing Ning Que walking by, the swordsman showed a hint of shame on his face. He subconsciously gritted his teeth, his brow gradually becoming persistent, ready to stand up.

Ning Que just passed by him quietly, instead of stopping to talk to him. I don't know if it's because I suffered too much impact today, after coming to Chang'an City, those grievances and bad habits hidden in my heart began to erupt irrepressibly.

What if this guy gets back up again after getting my motivation? What if this guy can withstand the impact of the spiritual power of the mountain road? What if this guy could learn from the pain like I did, and even break out of that state directly? Although this kind of small probability event only happened to people like Prince Longqing, wouldn't my own determination inspire a potential competitor? What if the mountain behind the academy is a place where miracles are made?

Ning Que thought about it and gradually stopped, considering that he would not let such a thing happen. He turned to the young swordsman who was holding on to a small tree and struggled to stand up, and said in the most sincere tone and expression, "I can't stand anymore, please give up." We were just in the mountains and didn't know what else lay ahead. Just now I saw a lot of people being carried down the mountain on stretchers. The instructor of the academy said that two of the mountaineers had suffered such a big impact on their cultivation that their future cultivation might be affected.

He raised his finger and pointed to his forehead, and said sincerely: "If you want to continue, of course it is something to be admired, but I suggest you think about it."

The so-called courage and determination are often only a matter of a moment, and if someone seriously thinks about it, then everything will turn into a bubble. If that small tree was the last piece of wood that the young swordsman grabbed in the sea, then what Ning Que said would be the last spinning drift that knocked the wood away.

The young swordsman glanced at Ning Que, and after a pause, he let go of the little tree that his right hand was holding tightly. He sighed and sat back down, his head bowed, painful and sad.

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The second person Ning Que met on the mountain road was a young monk.

The young monk who walked down instead of climbing up was not as embarrassed as the young swordsman. He smiled faintly, his tattered robes fluttering in the wind, revealing a sense of immortality, as he walked down the mountain road.

At the foot of the mountain, Ning Que had already calculated that the young monk's state was quite high, and he was even comparable or even better than Prince Longqing. Obviously, this monk still has some strength left, and Ning Que doesn't understand why this person would give up.

"You're not going to continue?" Ning Que asked.

The little monk shook his head with a smile and said, "The fog is not good, so I will give up."

After saying this, the young monk kept staring at the blood on Ning Que's face and body. He then asked, frowning slightly, and the smile fading away, "Why are you so embarrassed?"

"I also want to ask why you're not embarrassed," Ning Que replied.

The young monk said suddenly, looking at Ning Que quietly, "I suddenly feel that you may threaten me in the future, and I want to kill you before you become strong enough."

Ning Que shook his head, pointed to the end of the mountain road, and said, "There is an academy, this is the back mountain, you don't dare to kill me." Also, thank you for telling me. If I have a chance to see you next time, I will try to kill you first.

"Want to kill another person? Shall we tell each other our names? The young monk smiled and said, "My name is Daowu, and I am from the wilderness.

Ning Zhiheng smiled: "I thought you were a monk of Yue Lun Kingdom. I have another question that has been bothering me for a long time, but it seems impossible to ask it now.

Daowu smiled and asked, "What's your name?"

Ning Que tidied up his clothes, said solemnly, crossed his hands in front of him and bowed in greeting, "I'm from the academy, Zhong Dajun."

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Not long after passing by the young monk, Ning Que met a third person on the side of the mountain road, a young academy student named Wang Ying, who had fallen into a coma.

Ning Que took a handful of water from the side of the road and poured it on Wang Ying's face, then looked back at the side of the road, thinking that the monk must have seen this unconscious young man, but he didn't stay to help him. So he really didn't have compassion, then the killing he said could be true.

Among the six magic practitioners, except for Xie Chengyun, only Linchuan Wang Ying insisted on going on the road, but in the end he couldn't hold on for too long. Ning Que glanced at Wang Ying's flushed face, knowing that his fainting was caused by panic in his heart. Although he knew how to deal with it, he really didn't have the energy or time to go to the valley to pick herbs.

He stood up and shouted towards the bottom of the mountain, "Where are the four porters?"

Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of clothes shaking in the woods, and the four deacons of the old library were running towards him with simple stretchers. They glanced at Wang Ying, who was unconscious, and explained to Ning Que: "We were resting just now, so we didn't find him.

"Also, we are deacons in the library, not porters. The man was explaining seriously, but when he suddenly saw Ning Que's face, he screamed in horror. "Why are you again!"

Ning Que replied sourly: "I said it at the foot of the mountain.

They were all acquaintances, and naturally skipped some explanations. One of the deacons patted his chest and looked at Ning Que, and said fearfully, "Fortunately, mountaineering is a one-time thing." If you climbed up the hill when you went upstairs last year, would you be able to exhaust us by yourself?

Ning Que smiled, and then blood gushed from his lips as his wounds were affected.

"Bloodshed," one of the deacons kindly reminded.

"No big deal." Ning Que unconsciously wiped the blood from his jaw and continued curiously. "How can you get into the mountain road?"

"We are not cultivators," the deacon explained.

Ning Que said in a low voice, thinking regretfully, if he couldn't cultivate on this day last year, wouldn't it be easy to climb this vast and tough mountain?

"Don't be wishy-washy. There are still a lot of troubles in front of you on the mountain road," the deacon reminded.

Ning Que smiled and pointed at Wang Ying. "That kid is relying on you, I'll leave now."

After saying the last word, he waved his hand to the four acquaintances who had witnessed his ascension to heaven, and continued to walk, his hands on his back, humming a little tune.

"Hubris. Actually, isn't he also a child? A housekeeper shook his head, stared at the figure at the top of the road, and sighed, "That guy can actually cultivate, I don't know what kind of luck he encountered."

One of the housekeepers said with a smile: "Thinking of the miserable situation in which he wanted to go upstairs last year, I thought, if a child like him who can endure such hardships can't cultivate, then we can say that Haotian is too unfair."

At this moment, Wang Ying came to her senses after a simple treatment. He lay on the stretcher and looked at the blurred figure, and then subconsciously rubbed his eyes, but after seeing more clearly, he still couldn't believe what he saw.

Wang Ying muttered to herself in shock, looking at the disappearing figure, "Ning Que? How is this possible? How did he get up? He... He... Why is he still humming?

In front of the mountain road, there was a children's song arranged by Ning Que about the frontier fortress. His voice was hoarse, but powerful, with a sense of tenacious strength like life.

"I have a knife, yes, to cut all the grass off the mountain, ah......

I have two knives, yes, to cut off the heads of the enemy, ah......

I've got three knives, yes, and cut all the bad stuff off, ah......

I slashed you with a knife, ah...

I slashed you with two knives, ah...

I've slashed you with all my swords, ah......"