105 Debates with Private Messages (1/2)

Chapter 105: Debates with Private Messages

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Gently patting his cheeks and rubbing his hands, Ning Que gathered himself to go upstairs and meet the female teacher. After waving away the cicada, he took out the book from the bookcase and looked at it with hope. Seeing the new writing on the paper, he could not help but feel pleased as he raised his eyebrows. However, soon after, he became somewhat angry and his eyebrows then lowered.

The mysterious guy was not polite at all in the message, and even could be said to be extremely cold-blooded, shattering Ning Que's hopes during these days. That guy shattered his hope that ”where there's a will, there's a way” and directly told him that no one in the world was able to open up the acupoint by his own strength, and that all those who had tried to do so were dead now.

”Dead? How about the people from Devil's Doctrine?”

Ning Que muttered to himself with disappointed eyes and secretly thought in his heart, ” Since the gray-haired man said that everyone could be the God of Cookery (someone who was good at cooking), then why couldn't everyone be a cultivator ?”

After a long time of silence, he finally decided to stop reading Wu Shanyang's Theory on Haoran Sword .

For many reasons, Ning Que could have used his strong perseverance to painstakingly move the mountains, not caring about the difficulties or obstacles he might have faced. However, courage and perseverance were not equivalent to stubbornness and stone-like obstinance.

Although even now he still did not know the mysterious messager's identity and status in the Academy, he firmly believed that the man was certainly a cultivation genius, whose understanding of cultivation was far deeper than his own. Since the man said that forcedly opening up the acupoint could lead to death, then it would be very dangerous for him to blindly move the mountains.

” Anyone who is smart enough may serve as my teacher, and it's wise to follow their good suggestions .” Ning Que's rational thinking made him decide to temporarily stop using the Eight Strokes Calligraphy of Yong. Yet he still felt inevitably disappointed and could not help but write a passage with an ink-dipped brush before leaving the old library.

”Today I won't read anymore, but tomorrow I'll continue it. Now I'm reading Wu Shanyang's Theory on Haoran Swordinstead of Primary Exploration on Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow . You can leave me a message over there. I have a final question: if most people can't sense the Breath of Nature for their different physiques and this is the fate Haotian gave us, do you think that the Haotian master is too unfair?”

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Late at night, Chen Pipi appeared again in the building. He looked out the window to see the dark night sky where stars were covered by clouds. Taking out the book from the bookshelf, he got that piece of paper and could not help but laugh after reading it. With pettish, obese, round cheeks, he thought this lad had become blunter and blunter in the message, who seemed to order him to do certain things even if he was actually asking for help. He really did not know where the bold lad came from.

Although he thought that, he still panted while squatting his body to take out Wu Shanyang's Theory on Haoran Swordfrom the bookshelf and then went to the western window so as to begin to reply Ning Que.

As the most shining genius student of the Academy in recent years, after entering into the Second Floor, Chen Pipi had to learn from the classes under the pressure of those terrifying Senior Brothers for the past few years, with no chance to exert his own hobby of teaching others. That night, he saw Ning Que's self-expression message and occasionally felt interested to reply to it. Since then, he had kept his mind on it, wanting to see whether the poor guy could have a breakthrough, as well as wanting to meet his needs of teaching others.

It was so called the helping addiction. Chen Pipi did not know that poor guy's name, gender, or age. But since he began to help, it was like the mud in the wetland before the building, sticking to the hands and hard to get rid of. Therefore, this was purely a psychological problem.

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The second day, Ning Que went to the old library, directly taking out the book about Haoran Sword, and then saw the mysterious man's message as he wished. Seeing two lines of arrogant words on the paper, he could not help but rub his eyebrows with a grin.

”There is no equality at all in the world. The Haotian master is like the sunshine on Snow Mountain, who will always be taking pity on the clouds while on the lotus above and lazily looking at the small grass at the foot of the mountain. For example, I'm the lotus as the unique genius in the world and you're a poor fellow who can't cultivate for having no acupoint in the body. So as grass, what you need to do now is to accept it rather than doubt it.”

Ning Que held that thin paper and murmured, ”The unique genius in the world? What an arrogant guy!”

Reading this message, he was increasingly skeptical of the identity of the mysterious man. From the sentence construction, this man was not like the venerable professors in the Academy those years, but more like the Xie San master, Zhong Dajun, who had grown up in the greenhouse as a kind of precious orchid.

But this person was obviously better than Xie Chengyun and others by a few levels because of the natural tone in which he said he was a genius—as if it was an irrefutable and absolute truth proven countless times by the world and by time; such as water naturally flowed downhill, hot and sour noodle slice soup was delicious, and Sangsang was hard-working.

However, in terms of self-confidence, Ning Que has always been wildly competitive.

He never kept a high profile in front of a crowd or classmates, for he thought he had already passed that stage of life and it was not suitable, as well as naive, to do so. But it did not mean that he had the slightest doubt about his own ability.

Since childhood, he had been on the school's genius list. From kindergarten to a variety of interest classes and math exams, he had always been invincible under the Chinese education system. Therefore, this lad absolutely believed that he was the real genius.