Nightfall Chapter 154: Silver Road and Chai Gate, into the fog

Chapter 154 Silver Road and Chai Gate, Entering the Fog

Walking all the way along the mountain road, the stone carved characters carved on the bank wall turned the surrounding environment into a mad sea of ​​thousands of needles and leaves, which caused great harm to Ning Que's body and spirit. In the confrontation with this simulated nature , The tougher he showed, the more terrifying the power displayed by those stone carved characters. Even though he had not fallen down at this time, his body was already extremely weak.

He raised his arm, wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, walked to the bridge, stepped across the bridge, and the omnipresent pressure around him suddenly disappeared, knowing that he had finally passed the first level. , Subconsciously looked back at the Manman Mountain Road, and sighed with lingering fear.

Two young practitioners were sitting beside the Qiaotou Mountain Road. Their faces were very bleak and even a little hopeless. Even when they heard Ning Que’s footsteps, they did not raise their heads to look at him, as if to them. , This world has no meaning.

Ning Que walked up to them, looked at their expressions, and suddenly said seriously: "If you should give up, then give up. It's not shameful."

When Xie Chengyun walked past, he didn't stop and didn't talk to this talented scholar who was so loved and loved by the academy.

Xie Chengyun moved his gaze up from the feet on the mountain road, looking at the back figure that continued to move forward, and a faint perplexity appeared in his eyes. He felt that this figure was familiar, but there were some things that he didn't understand.

Ning Que knew that the mountain trail behind the bridge was still weird, otherwise the three climbers, including Xie Chengyun, would be so desperate and sad to sit on the bridge head, leaning on the tree, but he did not stop to observe or Do other things, but walked straight up.

The curved mountain road is hard to see the end. He lowered his head and walked in silence like this, walking slowly along the bluestone road that divides the spring flower forest in half, passing several bends, passing several lakes, and crossing Several border flower fields, after overturning a somewhat steep rock cliff, the slanting upward mountain road suddenly sloped downward, passing through several border flower fields, passing several lakes, and walking several bends.

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

Bend the mountain road forward, obviously towards the direction of the mountain, but finally turned back to the original place, a bit like the legendary wall of the woods, the cool breeze in the mountain forest at the bridge head is gradually rising, the twilight is getting cooler, and there is an inexplicable smell .

Ning Que's face didn't have the slightest shock, let alone any horror. He just stared at the tree on the bridgehead and the people under the tree for a while, then turned around and looked at the one that had passed. A mountain road silently closed his eyes.

After seeing the picture of the bridge head before, he thought of a certain possibility: this mountain road will bring people back.

The reason is very simple. Even if the mountain road is in front of a deep abyss or a soul-eater, three climbers including Xie Chengyun may not be able to climb, but there is no reason that all three of them just gave up at the bridge head. Efforts to climb the mountain, and the expressions on their faces did not seem to be tragic after being struck by some torture, but more like a kind of vain effort to get lost.

The question is why does the mountain trail behind the bridge bring people back to the original place? This is a problem that Ning Que needs to solve now. He closed his eyes and stood silently under the mountain road behind the bridge, and gently felt the breath in the wind with his hands out of his sleeves.

The mountain path that looks forward can only bring people back to the original place. If the secret cannot be broken, the climber can only walk up the mountain path over and over again in vain, and then walk back to the original place again and again in despair.

The three depressed climbers at Qiaotou finally gave up in such a boring and desperate cycle. At this time, they saw Ning Que, a fellow traveler, and saw him standing in front of the mountain path meditating, thinking that he would later Try to walk up the mountain road again as before, and then walk back in a daze after a while, their faces could not help showing sympathy and some sarcasm.

Xie Chengyun had no sympathy or sarcasm on his face. Ning Que was not shocked by this magical mountain road, but when he saw Ning Que's face coming back from the mountain road, he was shocked and unable to speak.

After the college entrance examination, Xie Chengyun always regarded Ning Que as his strongest opponent during the days of non-stop boarding. However, after that exam, he confirmed that he had a high regard for this border town. As a young soldier, Ning Que was left out in the cold by the students of the academy. Although he did not go to the pit, he had indeed forgotten his former opponent.

The second floor of the academy was opened. His goal was Prince Longqing. He even thought that there would be many other strong opponents during the exam, but he didn't think of Ning Que because he thought he had defeated the opponent, so why bother Re-betting to pay more attention? What qualifications do the defeated men who fell in front of him have to distract themselves?

Until today in Qiaotou, he saw his back on the mountain path, and saw Ning Que walking down the mountain path. His heart suddenly tightened, and he realized that he had never beaten the opponent at all, and maybe he had never seen clearly. This classmate.

What kind of pain the mountain trail on the other side of the bridge will bring to climbers, Xie Chengyun has personally experienced it. At this moment, he can naturally think of people who can survive that mountain trail. How could it be because of a bet? Do you call it sick and abandoned the test? A deduction that made him feel more sad appeared in his heart. In the past six months in the academy, Ning Que did not make any excuses, did not try to challenge himself again, perhaps not because of his guilty conscience, but because he did not see himself in his eyes.

Xie Chengyun looked at Ning Que, who bowed his head in thought at the bottom of the mountain road, stood up with difficulty supporting the tree, watched him hesitate for a moment, and said: "The mountain road is fake, the vitality flows naturally, there is no way to find the passage, you can’t get through. Of."

Ning Que opened his eyes, did not look back, did not answer, just stared at the mountain road in front of him.

In the past year, he has read too many books on spiritual practice. When it comes to his broad vision, whether it is Xie Chengyun or others, it is difficult to compare with him. Just walked on this mysterious mountain road. After a lap, he judged that a formation was placed on the mountain road, and this formation was closely integrated with the cliff road stone, and it was strong because of harmony.

It’s a pity that formations, like Fudao, are the most complicated and difficult to learn in the world of practice. Even if Chen Pipi doesn’t know much about it, Ning Que just read some books and knows some basic knowledge of formations. Haven't learned, let alone break the battle.

Ning Que thought for a while. The hands hung outside the sleeves were brought to his chest, and his fingertips made a bridge of meaning. The power of motivating thought was output through the snow-capped mountains, perceiving the fluctuations of the vitality of heaven and earth in the mountain road, and then slowly Slowly walked up.

I don't know how long Ning Que's figure appeared again on the mountain road.

He still had no expression on his face. After reaching the bridge, he continued to look back at the slanting mountain road in a daze.

This time he walked the mountain road, his main purpose was to perceive the fluctuations of the vitality of the sky and the earth in the mountain road, trying to find a channel outside the formation. However, he found that the formation in the mountain road is really amazing. When the person tries to use the power of mind to control the heaven and earth vitality, to perceive the formation channel, once the heaven and earth vitality mobilized by the climber comes into contact with the formation, it will cause some very subtle changes in the formation automatically. These seemingly subtle changes, For climbers, it is like a series of cliffs.

What’s even more amazing is that the stronger the climber’s mind, the more abundant the vitality of the heaven and the earth can be manipulated. Once the formation is touched, the fluctuations of the vitality of the heaven and the earth that conceal the real mountain path will be more violent and directly touch those climbers just touched The channel is destroyed.

In other words, the stronger the mind of the person who wants to cross the mountain road behind the bridge, the more vitality he can control, the easier it is to discover the real mountain road hidden in the formation, but at the same time, the faster it will destroy The dynamic formation changed, and the real mountain road was covered up again.

If a climber wants to pass this section of the mountain trail that is covered by the formation, there are only three ways: one, your body is fast enough, when you just discover the real mountain trail, you will turn into electricity, and you will be caught in the formation. Fly over before touching the change. Second, your realm is high enough that you don't need to mobilize the vitality of the world to touch and perceive. You only need to look at it with your mind at will, you can see through the formation, see the vitality flowing between the mountain roads, and then find that path. Third, your thought power is strong enough to control the heaven and earth vitality to accurately feel those passages in the formation, but at the same time you must ensure that these heaven and earth vitality cannot be sensed by the formation and change.

There must be practitioners who can trigger faster than the formation, such as those saints who enter the realm without distance in the legend, but that person is definitely not Ning Que. There must be practitioners who are high enough to see through the formation at a glance, such as Prince Longqing who has entered the mountainside mist at this time, but that person is definitely not Ning Que.

For Ning Que, to the desperate practitioners in Qiaotou, in fact, they can only choose the third method, but if you analyze it carefully, you can know that the third method is basically not It can be done.

They are like blind people who can’t see. The vitality fluctuations that make up the formation on the mountain path are like a maze made of a substance softer than butter. The blind can only touch the walls of butter with their hands. Only with extreme care can he find the passage of this cream maze, and at the same time, he must not deform the cream wall at all, because once it is deformed, the maze will change again.

To do all this, the blind person needs to have the gentlest hands in the world. These gentle hands can catch the forest wind without knowing the wind, and can take off the woman's Luo Chang on the bed but the woman can't wake up and can brush through the inkstone. Mo Khan does not stick to a little black.

For practitioners, these gentle hands are the vitality of heaven and earth that their mind power mobilizes.

They must ensure that the vitality of the mobilization is accurate enough, gentle enough, can control the needles to embroider, can make the flowers stick to the bees, can make the bees dance on the needles, so that they can try to do what they want to do .

However, there is a practitioner in the world who is bored to this point. Meditation has cultivated extremely powerful thoughts, but he has to forcibly turn the vitality of the world into weak and gentle, and then spend countless efforts to practice this pair of practices. Useless embroidery kung fu?

"The people who line up the mountain road must be an old pervert."

Ning Que looked at the winding mountain road in front of him, and made a judgment in his mind that he believed to be the most accurate for the formation in the academy. Then he reached into his arms and touched the stack of extremely thin and cool Matter, thought silently: "But I seem to be abnormal too."

Just as he sighed when he looked at the sky with wet eyes on the mountain road over the bridge before, the hardships of these years seem to have become a gift given to him by Venerable Haotian, and there is absolutely no normal practitioner. The third method is used to pass the mountain road, but Ning Que seems to be able to use it. Although it may not be able to pass, but at least the wonderful possibility is maintained.

From a very young age, whether eating or sleeping, in a daze, or writing, as long as there is time, Ning Que will continue to meditate, but the snow-capped Qihai Qihai who knows nothing about him, these meditation powers have been accumulated in In the sea of ​​knowledge, the years have gradually increased and I don't know what a huge lake has become. Until last year, he finally got rid of his body in one fell swoop and became his greatest dependence.

With such a powerful mind power, only an idiot can deliberately make the heaven and earth vitality that he can mobilize weak and gentle, and Ning Que does not want to, but he is different from other ordinary practitioners, he is not able to practice. It was just that he was changed his fate by repeated adventures, and in the end the Qihaixueshan in his body only barely passed ten orifices. The vitality of the world he could perceive was really pitiful.

Because there are few, so gentle.

As for controlling the vitality of heaven and earth to do embroidery kung fu, this seemingly abnormal and boring act is actually what Ning Que has done every night in Lin 47 Lane in the past six months. He can control the heaven and earth. With too little vitality, he knows that it is extremely difficult to rely on these to win in battle, so he increasingly wants to make the control more detailed.

Under the candlelight night and night, under the curious gaze of Sangsang, the young man who finally stepped into the world of practice kept meditating, perceiving the vitality of the world in the room, controlling the leaves, controlling the wooden basin, controlling the candlestick, controlling Black pen, paper and inkstone control, toilet control, everything is controlled.

To this day, he has been stagnant in the realm of unconquering, yet he has not been able to find his own destiny. He still has no way to control the flying sword to swish and swish like those swordsmen, and kill people in the air.

But he can control the hundreds of fallen leaves under the trees in the courtyard to fly one by one to the side of the stove and pile up a hill, and he can control the tub to move from the end of the bed to the end of the bed like a fat doll. Sangsang's head evoked excitement and applause. He was able to control the brush to slowly fall into the inkstone and lift it up to write on the paper like a beginner Mengtong.

Ning Que practiced silently and assiduously as he learned to kill beasts and killers in Minshan back then, practicing flying and controlling the vitality of the world like countless tens of thousands of times with a knife, the fallen leaves flying in the courtyard, and the washing in the house. His feet, the ink spilling on the desk and the white wall, the stench of the toilet dumping, and the sweat of Sangsang cleaning up the mess are all his proof.

This method is very bitter. This is the meaning of penance. This method is clumsy, and it means diligence to make up for the clumsiness. This method is very abnormal, and most people can't think of it, let alone do it.

That's why I was moved even to Heaven.

Xie Chengyun supported the tree, looked at Ning Que under the mountain road, and said bitterly: "Ning Que, I don’t know why you keep hiding your strength. Maybe you look down on me, but I can see that you are just like me. , Are just in the realm of no confusion."

"Only the Dongxuan Realm can grasp the law of the fluctuations of the heaven and earth's vitality. You want to walk this mountain road unless a miracle occurs."

"Before entering the academy, everyone Jane once told me that the academy is a place that creates miracles."

Ning Que took out a thin layer of silver foil from his arms, rubbed it with the palm of his hand to tear it into countless pieces, and then sprinkled it forward. The mountain breeze blows from the valley under the bridge and whizzes across the mountain roads. The thin and weightless pieces of silver foil that blow are floating around, one after another like countless silver leaves, and then quietly fall on the mountain road. on.

"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 ​​knowledge and stepped forward.

When he walked up the mountain road, he seemed very angry, and then his movements became weird and clumsy.

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

Then he put his right hand into the cliff, turned his body hard, and took another step forward.

People in the academy looked at the slanting mountain road in the twilight, and suddenly someone exclaimed: "I see, that is Ning Que!"

Someone mocked and said: "What is he doing? Raise his leg for a while. Sit down on the ground and drill a dog hole for a while?"

Zhong Dajun lightly shook the folding fan and said with a sneer: "He is really good at running away from dog holes."

Ning Que's last mountaineering, the result was actually so long, it has exceeded most people's expectations, especially those students who think they know him well, they are shocked and unavoidably envy. hate.

Chang Zhengming frowned slightly, watching Ning Que, whose movements looked very ridiculously moving forward on the mountain road, suddenly remembered the conversation he had with each other in the college last year and muttered to himself: "I don't know if he still How long can it last?"

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

Situ Yilan turned his head to look at him, then coldly looked around at his classmates with complex expressions, and said mockingly: "He has already surpassed the sixth man in the field of art, the first person in the academy who is well-known. Are you still not convinced yet? "

The students in the academy are silent.

On the slanting mountain road, Ning Que's thought power radiated out of his body, mobilizing the thin heaven and earth vitality, sensing the silver foil fragments scattered on the mountain road, and then using the silver foil to look for the channel of the formation method most gently.

Ning Que has not been able to determine his own destiny, but there is no doubt that, besides Sangsang, the thing that resonates most with his thought power in this world is still silver for the time being. He has not tried gold because of the need for official notarization to exchange gold.

With the help of those silver foils, he squatted down and climbed awkwardly and awkwardly, and climbed diagonally on the quiet mountain road, but at least he was not brought back to the bridgehead by this mountain road again.

Xie Chengyun stood at the end of the bridge, leaning on the tree and looking at the mountain road in a daze. He couldn't figure out what method Ning Que had used, so that he surpassed himself like this, and he couldn't get through on the road. Mountain road.

Looking at the funny figure drifting away on the mountain road, he couldn't help thinking of the lonely figure and the lonely figure that he could occasionally see in the meadow while walking with Wu Cai on the lakeshore during the past six months. Forgetting the figure for half a year, he remembered his pride after the exam and the figure that disappeared in the corridor of sheltering the rain.

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

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

Xie Chengyun stared at that place blankly.

A voice sounded over the corner.

"I at least surpassed you."

Xie Chengyun sat under the tree, clutching his chest, and vomited blood.

In the clouds and mist on the top of the mountain.

"Second brother, Ning Que is fast into the fog."

"Has the Chai Gate passed?"

"No."

"Zhaimen's words are not easy for him, and he can't remember the upper realm of Dongxuan. There is no way to rely on luck in this matter."

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

"The inscriptions on the stone are deeper than the pen and ink on the paper, and once the depth is one more time, he can remember the stone in the old book."

"Ah...Second Brother, is there a back door at Chai Men?"

"Pippi."

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

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

"He has already walked the 4,100 second grade stone steps."

"No rest?"

"No."

"I actually reached the age of twelve so quickly, it seems that the old Taoists in Xiling really have some ways."

Ning Que walked through the crooked mountain roads, picked up a thin piece of silver foil that had flown the farthest from under his feet, then looked up, and saw that the mountain road in front was looming into the thick fog on the mountainside, with no end in sight. .

Before the clouds, there was a gate.

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

"The gentleman doesn't..."

Ning Que frowned slightly, looked at the blank space on the wooden sign, then glanced at the pink stone lying under the wooden sign, guessing that he let himself fill in the blank.

What is the fourth word?

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

"A gentleman is not a weapon."

"So simple?"

He shook his head in surprise, and then walked back to Zaimen, but when he picked up the pink stone to write the fourth word, he was surprised to find that he had forgotten what that word was.

Take a pen and forget to say something.

The fingers holding the pink stone were slightly stiff. He walked back to the stone with the inscriptions, and quietly looked at the writings, and at the first time guessed what the assessment of this gate is, probably in this world It is difficult to find someone more familiar with this situation than him.

He has been in the academy for a whole year, and he has been fighting with those books on the old second floor.

"Look at my great Eight Methods of Yongzi."

Ning Que selected some dead branches from the side of the road, placed them in accordance with the word on the stone, then slowly closed his eyes, expressionless, and began to disintegrate the memories in the sea of ​​knowledge. Suddenly he opened his eyes, a foolish smile appeared on his face.

"You are such an idiot."

After saying this sentence filled with self-blame, his right hand reached out to the stone.

In the mist on the top of the mountain.

"Second brother, Ning Que passed Chai Men."

"How is it possible? That idiot's Eight Methods of Eternal Words wants to untie Chai Men Le Shi?"

"He didn't use that way."

"Then how did he remember that word?"

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

"Idiot, Leshi and Dashan are connected together, how to dig?"

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

"What?"

"Then he walked to Chai Gate and copied the print on his palm."

"..."

There was silence in the mountains and fog, and then someone said with emotion: "This way is really...ingenious."

"Second brother did the same when you walked the mountain road?"

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

"Will Ning Que be the first person in the history of the academy to use this method to open the chai gate?"

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

"No."

"Who is that?"

"Big brother."

"The elder brother was enlightened at the age of thirteen, and he was not confused at 30, and then he knew his fate directly. Seventeen years were not enough to open the chai gate."

"During those seventeen years, every time the big brother went up and down the mountain, passing by the Chai Gate, he used this method."

Picking up the pink stone, spreading out his left hand, looking at the red roads printed on the palm, Ning Que began to meticulously write on the wooden signs of Chaimen. Although the handwriting on the stone became reversed on the palm, it was As far as calligraphy is concerned, this is not a problem at all.

A neat and tidy word "Qi" was written on the wooden sign without chaos. At the moment when the small mouth at the bottom right of the font was drawn with pink stone, the wood with the four words "Junzi Buqi" was written. A puff of smoke rose from the card.

Ning Que took a step back, and saw that the four characters on the wooden sign had become three characters again, and the last word "qi" disappeared.

With a squeak, Zaimen slowly opened in front of him.

The mountain road behind Chai Gate rises straight into the dense fog on the mountainside. It is much steeper than the mountain road in front. It is all composed of stone steps of one level and one level. It is necessary to climb to the top of the mountain. I don’t know how many levels to walk. Stone steps.

Ning Que should have walked directly behind Chaimen, but he couldn't suppress his curiosity. He looked back at the Leshi beside the road, and saw that the inscription on the stone had changed, and he was no longer a gentleman. Four characters, and become a gentleman without confusion.

"I don't know which four words the Prince Longqing saw."

He thought curiously, walked past the Zaimen, and walked in, disappearing into the thick fog on the mountainside.

The academy is very quiet, there is no sound, and people are silent.

A college student looked slightly pale, looked at the mountains, and muttered: "Luck, this must be luck."

Zhong Dajun held the handle of the folding fan tightly, his voice was a little hoarse, and a little stupidly said: "This guy...how many things this guy hides...this is too insidious."

No one cares about them, including Situ Yilan.

The eyes of everyone in the academy are cast on the big mountain, on the misty mountains.

Although they can no longer see the student of the college, they still look over there.

The college student is the second person to walk into the mist.

Some people can't help but wonder, maybe that guy can really get to the top of the mountain before Prince Longqing?