In the state of no confusion.”

"Only the Dongxuan realm can grasp the laws of the fluctuations of heaven and earth's vitality. If you want to walk through this mountain road, unless a miracle happens."

"Before entering the academy, Master Jian once told me that the academy is a place where miracles are created."

Ning Que took out a thin layer of silver foil from his arms, crushed it into countless pieces with his palms, and then sprinkled it in front of him. The mountain wind blew from the gorge under the bridge and whizzed through the mountain roads.

The thin and weightless silver foil fragments floated around, flying like countless silver leaves, and then fell silently on the mountain road.

"My survival is a miracle, so every day I live, I will make it a miracle."

After saying this, Ning Que looked at the clear silver light avenue in the sea of ​​​​consciousness and stepped up.

He seemed very energetic when he walked up the mountain path, and then his movements became weird and clumsy.

He lowered his body, squatted down against the tree very slowly, and then cautiously moved forward two steps.

Then he reached his right hand into the cliff, turned his body back with difficulty, and took another step forward.

People in the academy were looking at the sloping mountain road in the dusk, and suddenly someone exclaimed: "I saw it, that's Ning Que!"

Someone mocked and said, "What is he doing? He lifts his legs now, then lies on the ground, digging into a dog hole?"

Zhong Dajun shook the folding fan lightly and said with a sneer: "He is really good at escaping through a dog hole."

Ning Que was the last one to climb the mountain, and he actually managed to last for such a long time, which was beyond the expectations of most people, especially those fellow students from the academy who thought they knew him well.

Chang Zhengming frowned slightly and looked at Ning Que, who was struggling to move forward on the mountain road with extremely ridiculous movements. He suddenly remembered the conversation he had with him in the academy last year and muttered to himself: "I don't know how long he can last.

."

"It's just a reckless man." Zhong Dajun took back the folding fan with a snap and said bitterly.

Situ Yilan turned her head and glanced at him, then looked coldly at the classmates with complicated expressions, and said sarcastically: "He has surpassed the sixth disciple of the Shu Department and is the legitimate number one person in the academy. Are you still not convinced yet?"

All the students in the academy were silent.

On the slanting mountain road, Ning Que's mind power came out of his body, mobilizing the thin vitality of heaven and earth, sensing the silver foil fragments scattered on the mountain road, and then using those silver foils to find the passage of the formation in the most gentle way.

Ning Que has never been able to determine his natal object, but there is no doubt that besides Sangsang, the object that resonates most with his mind is silver for the time being. Because exchanging gold requires notarization by the government, he has not yet

Tried gold.

With the help of those silver foils, he squatted down, stood up, and climbed diagonally, awkwardly and even somewhat comically, and trudged forward on the quiet mountain road. However, at least he was not led back to the bridge by this mountain road again.

Xie Chengyun stood at the end of the bridge, holding on to a tree and looking at the mountain road with a bewildered expression. He could not figure out what method Ning Que used to actually surpass himself and walk on the mountain road that he could not get through no matter how he walked.

Looking at the funny figures getting further and further away on the mountain road, he couldn't help but think of the lonely figure he could occasionally see in the meadow during the past six months when he and Wu Cai were walking by the lake. The figure had been forgotten by the academy for a whole time.

Half a year later, he remembered his pride after that midterm exam, and the figure that disappeared into the rain-covered corridor.

He clutched his right chest tightly, looked at Ning Que at the end of the mountain road, and shouted in pain: "Ning Que, you can't surpass Prince Longqing, he has been in the fog for a long time."

Ning Que's figure disappeared at the bend of the mountain road.

Xie Chengyun stared at that place blankly.

A voice sounded from the other side of the bend.

"At least I'm better than you."

Xie Chengyun clutched his chest and fell under the tree, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Among the clouds and mist on the mountain top.

"Second senior brother, Ning Que is about to enter the fog."

"Has Chaimen passed?"

"No."

"He has a hard time with Chaimen's calligraphy. He can't remember it unless he is in the Dongxuan realm. There is no way to rely on luck in this matter."

"Ning Que has been reading the book for a year in the past, and still can't remember it?"

"The characters carved on stone are deeper than the ink on paper. One degree of depth means a world more. He can write in old books, but he may not be able to write in stone."

"Ah...Second Senior Brother, is there a back door at Chaimen?"

"Pippi."

"Yes, Second Senior Brother, I know I was wrong."

"How many steps did Prince Longqing walk in the fog?"

"He has walked 4,102 stone steps."

"No rest?"

"No."

"To reach the age of twelve so quickly, it seems that those old Taoist priests in Xiling really have some skills."

Ning Que walked through the winding mountain roads and picked up a thin piece of silver foil from his feet that had flown the farthest. Then he looked up and saw that the mountain road in front of him was disappearing into the thick fog on the mountainside with no end in sight.

And before the clouds and mist, there is a firewood gate.

When he walked to Chaimen, he saw a wooden sign with three words written on it.

"A gentleman doesn't..."

Ning Que frowned slightly, looked at the blank space on the wooden sign, and then looked at the pink stone placed under the wooden sign, guessing that he was asked to fill in the blanks.

What is the fourth word?

On the roadside not far from Chaimen, he saw a stone with four profound characters on it.

"A gentleman has no power."

"So simple?"

He shook his head in surprise, then turned back and walked towards Chaimen. However, when he picked up the pink stone and wanted to write the fourth word, he was shocked to find that he had forgotten what that word was.

I forgot to write.

The fingers holding the pink stone were slightly stiff. He walked back to the stone with the words engraved on it. He looked at the writings quietly and guessed at the first moment what the assessment of this Chaimen level was. It was probably difficult to find in this world.

There is no one more familiar with this situation than him.

For the entire year since he entered the academy, he has been fighting against the obsessive books on the second floor of the old school.

"Look at my great Yong Zi Ba Dharma."

Ning Que selected some dead branches from the side of the road and arranged them according to the word "ware" on the stone. Then he slowly closed his eyes and began to decompose memories in the sea of ​​​​consciousness with an expressionless face. Suddenly he opened his eyes, with an idiotic smile on his face.

.

"You are such an idiot."

After saying this with a sense of remorse, he stretched out his right hand towards the stone.

Mountain top in fog.

"Second senior brother, Ning Que has passed Chaimen."

"How is it possible? That idiot's Yongzibafa just wants to unlock the Zamenle Stone?"

"He didn't do it that way."

"Then how did he remember that word?"

"He first tried to dig the rock out directly."

"Idiot, the stone is connected to the mountain, how do you dig it?"

"Ning Que found that he couldn't dig it out... He directly pressed his palm on the stone and printed the words on his palm."

"What?"

"Then he walked to Chaimen and copied the mark on his palm."

"..."

There was silence in the mist, and then someone said with emotion: "This method is really... original."

"Second Senior Brother, did you do this when you were walking on the mountain trail?"

"What ingenuity? This is called opportunism! Do I look so shameless?"

"Is Ning Que the first person in the history of the academy to use this method to open the firewood gate?"

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

"no."

"Who is that?"

"Big brother."

"Elder brother attained enlightenment at the age of thirteen, had no doubts at thirty, and then directly understood the mysteries of fate. Seventeen of these years were not enough to open a firewood gate."

"In those seventeen years, senior brother used this method every time he went up and down the mountain and passed Chaimen."

Picking up the pink stone, spreading out his left hand and looking at the red lines printed on his palm, Ning Que began to meticulously write on the Chaimen wooden sign. Although the writing on the stone turned upside down on his palm, for someone who was proficient in calligraphy,
To be continued...