Ning Shu's voice was originally not loud, but the mountain was already congested, and there were cliffs on both sides of the long steps, and the people on the long steps were struggling without making any sound.

So, many people heard Ning Shu's sentence.

"I want to try. ”

There was even an echo.

All the cultivators on the stone steps were stunned, and everyone had no ability to continue to take a step forward, and the young little Taoist priest said that he wanted to try, and an instinctive doubt echoed in everyone's hearts.

The monks present also have a Divine Mind Realm, and they can only give up because of the spiritual oppression of the moonlight, but what strength does this little kid of the Divine Mind Realm have, and everyone is in the same realm......

Why should he try?

A disdainful laugh sounded in the field, and a person at the bottom of the steps mocked: "What is this little Taoist priest crazy about, is it possible that he really wants to get involved in the immortal fate? If he vomits blood and dies halfway, wouldn't he be a swollen face and become fat?"

"What's more, he has only a spiritual realm cultivation, where does he have the qualifications to compete with that person?

As soon as these words came out, everyone on the steps remembered the figure who walked up the steps leisurely as if enjoying the scenery, and they all showed gloomy expressions.

Someone sighs, someone loses.

Yuan Youtao followed the voice and glared at the person who spoke, and after seeing who it was, he suddenly became angry, sat on the stone steps and pointed at the man and scolded: "Wang Baimian quickly close your bird's beak, you can't go up after paying millions of tuition, and you are not ashamed." ”

The person who made the sarcastic remarks before was Wang Fu, the son of the Jinling Wangjia, saw the fat man sitting on the stone steps above, and heard him mention millions of things, he trembled angrily, pointed at the fat man with his finger, and scolded: "You have the ability to come and say." ”

Yuan Youtao: "What's the matter, you have the ability to come up and beat me." ”

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Ning Shu didn't know what was happening under the stone steps, nor did he know what the people on the stone steps thought of him, he just walked up step by step.

A person's back is always extra lonely.

Outside the desert city wall of the loess flying, the eyes are full of yellow sand, the camel team walks in the desert in a straight line, from time to time there is a shouting sound, the traders who come and go because of the sand and dust, have withdrawn to the city, only one merchant goes out of the city against the crowd, in the surprised eyes of everyone, the merchant takes out the scarf to cover his face, and resolutely steps into the dust, just because there are still goods that have not been taken back, resolutely and resolutely.

Far north, winter came very early, every household in the village had not yet had time to stock up enough food for the winter, there was a family of five to feed the hunter rubbing his bow and arrows and machetes, lighting a cigarette, after a few words to the family, he walked out of the house without looking back, the cold wind blew on the hunter's face like an ice blade, but his eyes were very fearless, because he still had a home that needed him.

In the small city, a scholar carries a heavy basket of books, regardless of the dissuasion of his family, does not look at the sad face of his beloved girl, and does not look at the beautiful spring scenery in the city.

Everyone has a reason to leave everything behind, not to look back, and to stride forward into the unknown.

Ning Shu also has it.

So he also left a back.

Since he's here, how can he stop halfway?

For nothing else, he just felt that he should go to the top of the mountain.

After all...... That bright moon is really beautiful.

Even if he didn't get anything in the end, at least at this moment, he was obedient to his heart and extremely happy.

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The mountain road is the same as before, the same stone steps, the same trees on both sides of the stone steps, lush, but I can't see the road behind me clearly.

One step is like entering another world.

After walking about a dozen steps, the environment has not changed, under the illumination of the moonlight, there are flowers and butterflies, insects and birds, and the night breeze blows, bringing the fragrance of wild flowers, and the slightest sweetness lingers on the tip of Ning Shu's nose.

Suddenly, when he stepped out of his right foot, the whole beautiful environment changed, as if every step was a different world, like mountains and seas toppling, like a torrent surging.

There was no birdsong in his ears, but instead there was a burst of thundering sounds, constantly ringing in his ears, Ning Shu's brows tightened, an indescribable pain spread from the center of his eyebrows to the depths of his heart, and he could hear his heartbeat beating like a warrior's drum, as if it was about to explode in the next moment.

Everything before was just the most ordinary temptation, only at this time, the most difficult moment came, Ning Shu's legs were weak, he fell to the ground on one knee, supporting his trembling body with his hands, and the big sweat dripped on the ground, instantly wetting the ground in front of him.

The body has taken a heavy hit, and even more so mentally.

In Ning Shu's eyes at this time, the beauty was wrapped around his body, constantly blowing a vague fragrance into his ears, and the Yaksha poked out its withered claws to pick at his heart, he understood that everything was fake, so he tried to be so clear that he turned a blind eye to everything in front of him.

Many things are one thing to understand, but it is difficult to do.

Ning Shu tried hard to stand up, but he felt as if he was carrying a mountain on his back, and his steps were extremely heavy.

This piece of bright moonlight is very beautiful.

Beauty is sinister, beauty is terrible.

The fifty strings in the perception of heaven and earth have also lost their connection, and the flesh that is different from ordinary people has also become mundane.

He struggled to get to his feet, very slowly, using all his strength with each step.

After the first step, the second, third, and fourth steps were taken...... It was tough, but he walked out.

A gust of wind blew, bringing up leaves and blowing them towards him, and the leaves gently swept across the back of his hand, leaving a bloody gap.

In his body, he was protected from knives and guns, protected from water and fire, and the dusty Mi Luo Yingyue robe was torn, and his shoulders were also cut.

Ning Shu couldn't tell whether these were real or false at this time, he thought they were fake before, but the wounds on his body that were cut by the leaves were so real, even the blood that flowed out was hot.

After a while, the robe on his body had turned flocculent, he was covered in blood, his hair was scattered, and he looked very miserable.

As Ning Shu continued to walk slowly, there were more and more leaves, and a piece of staggering floated towards his face, and without too much hesitation, he blew on the leaves, like blowing dandelions when he was a child.

The strange thing is that the leaves that were as sharp as a sword were really blown open like dandelions, and as the leaves were blown away, Ning Shu suddenly felt that the pressure on his shoulders became less, and he walked silently, still very slowly, but more and more powerful.

There was no beauty in his ears, no Yaksha in his body, and leaves piled up at his feet.

Ning Shu stepped on the leaves, and his heart became quieter and quieter.

Spring is just the right time for mountain climbing.

Ning Shu likes the feeling of such a person, free and unrestrained, and no one else will disturb him, so he walks like this, all the way without panic.

When he was tired, he sat on the stone to rest for a while, and when he was thirsty, he held a pool of mountain spring water, and stopped from time to time to look at the bright wildflowers on the roadside.

There is no mana, no cultivation, no strong body, and no sharp and agile magic sword.

He was completely integrated into the world.

The moonlight poured slowly, and the whole night sky was transparent.

If someone sees Ning Shu, they will only think that he is just an ordinary person, and he can't see his cultivation realm at all, and unconsciously, he has realized the method of retaining and hiding the gods, which is a little more refined than before leaving the hated Xiaolou.

Ning Shu walked with his eyes closed, holding a sword in his hand, but there was no sword, I saw him raise his hand to the left and make an arc, turn around and stab to the right, the next moment he made a chopping shape, and the next moment he slowly brushed the non-existent sword body with his hand, as if he was dancing a sword.

A night owl swooped down on him in the form of a roc bird, and was cut in half by the arc.

A snake turned into a dragon and suddenly dropped its head.

The tentacle-like blood-red vines tightly wrapped around him, Ning Shu's arm bones were shattered, but his hand was still clenched, and then he pinched a finger, as if there was a flying sword in the air, and in an instant, the vines on his body turned into powder.

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"See, that kid hasn't come down for so long, maybe he's dying. Wang Fu on the stone steps below sneered.

Since Ning Shu stepped on the stone steps above, no one continued to move forward, because they all knew how hard the test would be above, and some people retreated one after another, with more or less blood stains on their bodies, their faces pale, and their eyes filled with fear.

Yuan Youtao didn't care about playing tricks with the prince of the Wang family, with a worried look on his face, he muttered, "Why haven't you come down yet." ”

"You see that the Shuzhou swordsman who is of the highest grade in the realm of divine thought can't hold on, and you still expect that arrogant Taoist priest who doesn't know the height of the sky and the height of the earth to go to the end?"

"Stop dreaming. "Wang Fu is unrelenting.

Yuan jumped straight to his feet angrily, looked around and found that there was a palm-sized stone in his hand, he picked it up and swiped it twice with his hand, nodded, was very satisfied with the weight, and then rounded his arm and smashed it towards the king Fu below.

The prince of the Wang family finally climbed to the front of the stone steps, his cultivation was lower than Yuan Youtao, how could he still have the strength to dodge, and he was directly hit on the head by a stone, and the blood flowed.

Yuan Youtao shouted: "You have the ability to come up and beat me, see if I don't take your kid out of the pee." ”

"Reckless, reckless. ”

The prince of the Wang family wiped a handful of blood from his forehead, grinned in pain, and said hatefully.

There was silence in the room.

In any case, they have all withdrawn from the competition for the Luyang Moon Viewing Event.

And the little Taoist priest who went up the mountain, whether he reached the end point or not, was closer to the fairy fate than them.

Envy and jealousy are mixed with powerlessness.

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