The young Taoist priest grimaced bitterly and interjected inappropriately: "Master, uncle, the two of them were sent to Chang'an from the Xishan Divine Palace. It's no longer appropriate for us not to work with them, and if we do against them, I'm afraid we'll go too far.

"Why did you go too far?"

Yan Se glared at him angrily, roaring, his tattered and smelly robe trembling violently, "I lived to be eighty years old to find an apprentice!" I'm going to see who dares to stop me!"

Li Qingshan said coldly: "Brother, you have to bring him back." Our successors of the southern sect of Haotian Taoism are all counting on him. If anyone stops you, kill them all.

Outside the imperial study, the eunuch Lu Ting pricked up her ears to eavesdrop on their heated discussion. To be more precise, it's not actually eavesdropping, as for those high-level cultivators, they can't avoid them for any movement, they just don't care.

Lu Ji glanced at the closed door of the imperial study, and then at the direction of the minister's mansion, thinking that this young man's identity was about to be exposed. This was the last straw that crushed General Xu and himself.

After making up his mind, Lu Ji couldn't take care of it, and staggered to the minister's mansion with his weak legs, thinking that he should defeat the national teacher and tell His Majesty. As for what to say in front of His Majesty ...

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

"The calligrapher who wrote 'Blooming in a Different World' has finally been found."

"He... His name is Ning Que.

The Foss, carved on the stone on the shore, caused waterfalls and the sea to pour all the way around, causing great damage to Ning Que's physical and mental health. The tougher he behaves in a simulated confrontation of this nature, the more terrifying the power engraved with Foss will be. Although he has not been beaten yet, he is extremely weak at the moment.

He lifted his arm and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips. Then he walked over to the bridge and crossed it. Suddenly, the invisible but pervasive pressure around them disappeared. He turned and looked at the long mountain road. Knowing that he had finally passed the first level, he sighed, still fluttering in fear.

At the end of the bridge, beside the mountain road, sat two young cultivators, their faces pale and even a little desperate. Although they heard Ning Que's footsteps, they didn't look up at him, as if this world meant nothing to them.

Ning Que walked towards them, looked at them and said seriously, "You should give up." There's no shame in that.

He passed by Xie Chengyun and did not stop. He didn't talk to the gifted student either, and he was loved by everyone in the academy.

Xie Chengyun's gaze lifted from the feet on the mountain road. Then he looked at the shadow, and he felt familiar confusion.

Ning Que did know that the next mountain road was still very weird, and the three climbers, including Xie Chengyun, were desperately sitting at the end of the bridge, leaning against the trees. But he didn't stop to observe or do anything else. Instead, he went straight up.

At the end of the mountain road, there are twists and turns, and you can't see it. He walked quietly and slowly, looking down along the bluestone path, splitting the wood and flowers in half. He turned a few corners, passed several lakes, and walked through several fields of flowers. After climbing over a steep cliff, the slope suddenly slides down. He continued through several fields, past several lakes, and made a few turns.

Then he looked up and saw the wooden bridge, the tree at the head of the bridge, and three lonely climbers.

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...

Although the trail ahead clearly led in the direction of the uphill, he finally turned back to the place where he had started his climb. It's somehow like the legendary forest ghost wall. A cold wind blew in the forest of the bridgehead, and the sky gradually darkened, creating a gloomy atmosphere.

Judging from his expression, Ning Que was not shocked or frightened. He only hesitated for a moment as he looked at the tree at the end of the bridge and the people under it. Then he turned around, stared at the mountain path he had climbed, and silently closed his eyes.

After seeing the footage of the bridgehead before, he guessed that this road might bring people back.

The reason is simple. Even if there was an abyss or beast eating soul ahead, it was possible to prevent the three climbers, including Xie Chengyun, from continuing to climb, but it was unreasonable for the three of them to give up just at the bridge. The expressions on their faces were not as tragic as they were when they were burned. It's more like a futile endeavor.

...

Ning Que didn't know that the National Master and a Master Fu were crying to make him an apprentice, intending to kill the people who stopped them, and saw him as the only hope to solve the dilemma of the Southern Sect of Haotian Taoism having no successor.

Ning Que didn't know that the calligraphy he wrote in the imperial study last year had been copied several times and hung in many ministers' mansions, and it was about to surface again. After a while, His Majesty would hold his hand tightly, with tears in his eyes, and tell him that it had taken so much effort to find him in order to find him, and then reward him with a few acres of land and some maids.

Ning Que had the slightest clue about all this. He was still struggling to climb the trail back up the mountain, all he knew was that it was getting harder and harder, there was a wooden bridge at the end of the path, and there were several climbers waiting on the other side of the bridge.

The climbers leaned against the trees or on the bridges, all gloomy and tired. One of them looked at the seemingly endless trail and sat down slowly in disappointment, his face pale and desperate.

He is Xie Chengyun.

Why, then, do mountain roads bring people back to where they were? This is a question that Ning Que needs to figure out now. He closed his eyes and stood quietly under the mountain road behind the bridge, his hands reaching out of his sleeves to feel the wind gently.

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The mountain road that seems to be moving forward can only bring people back to their original places. If the secret cannot be discovered, then the climber can only try again and again and then desperately turn back.

The three depressed climbers at the end of the bridge finally give up in such a dreary cycle of despair. When they saw fellow traveler Ning Que standing at the entrance of the mountain road thinking, they showed a sympathetic and sarcastic expression. They thought he would try the mountain again later and turn back in a daze, just like them.

There was no sympathy or pity on Xie Chengyun's face. Ning Que was not shocked by this magical mountain road. However, when Nicholas Tse saw Ning Que's expression when he came back from the mountain road, he was suddenly speechless in surprise.

After the college entrance exam, Xie Chengyun had always regarded Ning Que as their strongest opponent when they tried to climb the old library. However, after that semester's exams, he confirmed that he had overestimated the lad from a border town. Afterwards, Ning Que was absent-minded by the students in the academy. Although Xie Chengyun did not join them, he had indeed forgotten about his previous opponent.

After the opening of the second floor of the academy, his goal is to surpass Prince Longqing. He imagined that there would be a lot of other strong opponents in the exam. But he just didn't think of Ning Que, because he thought that he had defeated Ning Que, and he didn't need to care too much. Why bother distracting someone who has lost a game before?

To this day, he was still shocked the moment he saw Ning Que coming down from the mountain road. He realized that he had never beaten his opponent and did not know him.

Xie Chengyun has experienced it personally and knows very well what it feels like to climb a mountain. At this moment, he naturally understood that a person who could pass the mountain road would not give up the exam because of illness. He made a sadder inference in his mind. The reason why Ning Que didn't give any explanation and didn't question him again was because Ning Que didn't regard him as an opponent, not out of conscience.

Looking at Ning Que, Xie Chengyun leaned against the tree and struggled to stand up, and after hesitating for a moment, he said, "The mountain road is fake. Vitality flows naturally. You can't find the channel.

Ning Que opened his eyes, did not turn around, and did not answer. He just stared at the mountain road ahead.