Situ Yilan turned around, glanced at him, and then coldly looked around at his classmates with complicated expressions, and said mockingly: "He has already passed the six winners of the magic skills course, and he has rightfully become the first place in the academy. Don't you believe it now?

All the students were speechless.

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On the sloping mountain road, Ning Que's spiritual power spread out from his body, mobilizing the thin breath of heaven and earth, sensing those silver foils on the mountain road, and then using those silver foils to find the mildest channel of the formation.

Ning Que has not been able to determine his natal item. But there is no doubt that, apart from Sangsang, Silver resonates most with his psychic power for the time being. He hadn't tried gold yet, as he needed an official certificate to exchange for gold.

Holding the silver foil, he struggled to move upwards, he crouched, stood up, and made a difficult and clumsy climb on the quiet mountain road. At least this time though, he wasn't brought back to the bridge.

Xie Chengyun stood at the bridgehead and looked at the mountain road in confusion. He didn't know how Ning Que surpassed himself and embarked on a path that he couldn't cross.

Looking at the ridiculous figure farther and farther away on the mountain road, he couldn't help but think that in the past six months, when he and Wucai were walking by the lake, they could occasionally see the desolate and lonely figure that had been forgotten on the grass for half a year. He remembered the pride after that exam, the figure that disappeared into the rain corridor.

He clutched his right chest tightly, looked at Ning Que at the end of the mountain road, and shouted in his heart. "Ning Que, you can't surpass Prince Long Qing, he has been walking in the mist for a long time."

Ning Que disappeared around the corner of the mountain road.

Xie Chengyun stared blankly at that place.

A voice rang out from around the corner.

"At least I'm ahead of you."

Xie Chengyun fell under the tree, clutching his chest. He spat out a bloody mouth.

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In peak fog.

"Second brother, Ning Que is almost in the fog."

"Did he pass through the wooden door?"

"Nope."

"It was difficult for him to pass through the wooden door, because only a cultivator in the state of perspective could remember the words on the wooden door. He can't rely on luck.

"Ning Que has been reading books in the old library for a whole year. Didn't he remember?

"Words carved in stone are deeper than ink on paper. As the degree deepens, a world will be added. Therefore, he may not be able to remember it, whereas he can remember books.

"Ahh Second brother, is there a back door there?

"Pipsqueak."

"Yes, second brother, I know I made a mistake."

"How far has Prince Longqing gone in the mist?"

"He's walked 4,102 stairs.

"No breaks?"

"Nope."

"Actually, he came so quickly, only twelve years old. It seems that the old priest of the West Mountain is indeed very talented.

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Ning Que walked through the winding mountain road, picked up a thin silver leaf, and flew to the farthest place, at his feet. Then he looked up and looked at the mountain road, which disappeared into the mist. He couldn't tell the end.

There is a wooden door in the fog.

He came to the wooden door and saw three Chinese characters written on the board.

"A gentleman is not..."

Ning Que looked at the blank space on the wooden board and frowned slightly. Then he glanced at the powder stone under the plank, guessing that he had been asked to fill in the blanks.

What is the fourth character?

On the way not far from the wooden gate, he saw a stone with four words written on it.

"A gentleman is not a vessel."

"So easy?"

He shook his head in surprise and walked back towards the wooden door. However, when he picked up the pink stone and tried to write the fourth word, he was shocked to find that he had forgotten the word.

The moment the pen is raised, the words are forgotten.

His fingers holding the pink stone stiffened slightly. He walked back to the stone where the words were engraved, and quietly looked at the handwriting. He guessed what the wooden door was designed for. Probably no one in the world is more familiar with this situation than he is.

Since he was admitted to the academy, he has spent an entire year battling obscure books on the second floor of the old library.

"Look at my great eight-trick calligraphy Yong."

Ning Que picked some dead branches from the side of the road and arranged them according to the fourth word on the stone. Then he slowly closed his eyes and disintegrated the memory in his mind with a blank expression. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and smiled like an idiot.

"You're such an idiot."

After remorse, he raised his right hand and stretched out it to the stone.

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In peak fog.

"Second brother, Ning Que has already passed through the wooden door."

"How is this possible? How could he pass through the wooden door with his idiot eight-trick calligraphy?

"He didn't use it that way."

"How did he remember that word?"

"He wanted to dig up the rock first."

"Idiot! Ruston is an integral part of the mountain. How to dig?

"Ning Que found that it was impossible to dig it out... He pressed his palm directly against the stone and printed the words on his palm.

"What?"

Then he came to the wooden door and copied the fourth word from the palm of his hand.

"..."

Silence shrouded the mountains and mist. Then someone said with emotion: "This method is really ...... Artful.

"Second brother, did you use this method when you climbed the mountain?"

"What's ingenious? This is opportunism! Do I look so shameless?

"Will Ning Que be the first person in the academy to open the wooden door in this way?"

The second brother's voice sounded after a long silence.

"Nope."

"Well, who was the first?"

"Big brother."

"The eldest brother was enlightened at the age of thirteen, entered the realm of doubt at the age of thirty, and then directly entered the realm of perceptual destiny. In the process, he failed to enter the state of opening the wooden door for seventeen years.

"So during those seventeen years, he used this method to pass through the wooden gate every time he went up or down the mountain."

Picking up the pink stone and opening his left hand, Ning Que looked at the red mark in his palm while carefully starting to write on the wooden board. Although the handwriting on his palm is the opposite, it is not a problem for him at all, because he is good at calligraphy.

He clearly wrote this character on the board, which means container. The moment he finished writing, a wisp of smoke appeared.

Ning Que took a step back and saw that the four words on the wooden board had become three words again, and the last word had disappeared.

With a loud bang, the wooden door slowly opened in front of him.

The mountain path behind the wooden gate leads to the mountain fog, which is steeper and consists of stairs. He didn't know how many stairs he should climb to get to the top.

Ning Que should have walked directly to the road behind the wooden door, but he was too curious to turn around and look at Le Shi. It is not surprising that the characters carved in the stone have really changed, from "a gentleman is not a weapon" to "a gentleman is never confused".

"I don't know what Prince Longqing saw."

Curious, he climbed the stairs through the wooden door and disappeared into the dense fog between the mountains.

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The academy was shrouded in silence. No birds were chirping, and no one was talking.

A student's face was slightly pale, looking at the mountains, and muttering to himself. "Luck, it must be luck."

Zhong Daojun held the fan tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "This guy ...... How many things is he hiding... He's too insidious.

No one cared about them, including Situ Yilan.

All the people in the academy had their eyes on the mountains and the misty peaks.

Although they could no longer see the student, they still looked that way.

The students of the academy were the second to walk into the mist on the mountain.

Some people even began to wonder if this guy could reach the top of the mountain before Prince Longqing?