166 Back Mountain (2/2)
”But I thank them very much for this humiliation. What I am telling you is good news. Perhaps I have already taken that step and now I only hope that Ning Que can really speed up his growth and make me have the opportunity to take revenge for this humiliation.”
Priest Moli was surprised and then immediately became ecstatic, thinking that if Prince Long Qing could enter Knowing Destiny State during the trip, then the Divine Hall might spare him this time for the humiliation.
After the congratulations, he had secretly made up his mind that he must serve the Prince better in the future. Suddenly he thought of one thing and whispered. ”The crown prince Chongming has returned to Yan Kingdom and you have entered the Knowing Destiny State. Should we inform the Emperor of Yan about the good news as soon as possible?”
Prince Long Qing slightly self-deprecatingly said, ”What's the meaning for letting father know about it? To compete for the throne? Is the Yan Kingdom throne more attractive than the Haotian cultivation?”
Priest Moli sincerely advised. ”But the throne should have been yours, Prince.”
”What's mine is mine forever.”
Prince Long Qing recalled those illusions seen in the Back Mountain of the Academy, especially the brightness and dreadful fear in his last steps towards the cliff. His face turned slightly pale, but he immediately and resolutely said, ”Anyone who wants to take away my things will die.”
His hand withdrew from the window, and a pink peach suddenly appeared over his fingers.
He randomly put the peach in his own clothes. No one knew whether there was a transparent hollow under those lively petals.
Prince Long Qing looked at the smoke coming the houses and the rapeseed in the fields outside the window. After a long time of silence, he calmed down and said with a smile, ”In a few years, I want to pull down all these ugly houses of the Tangs and eradicate all the rapeseed in the fields. Then I'll burn all of them, the sins and the dirty, to then rebuild a holy, bright world.”
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As usual, the carriage parked beside the Academy's meadow. Ning Que got off the horse carriage and found that the atmosphere of the Academy today was very different from that in the past. There were still many students who stood in the distance watching him and went on their own discussions. However, the previous contempt and disgust in their eyes have changed to shock, envy and faint remorse.
Under these gazes, Ning Que walked into the Academy and slightly nodded to Chang Zhengming beside the stone stairs. He saw a little boy standing in the morning light and waving to himself and could not help feeling slightly startled.
Ning Que was momentarily shocked and then shook his head to say with a smile, ”The fat lad and Little Mister... it always sounds a little discordant.”
The boy was little but imitated the style of the old Headmaster. So Ning Que could not help smiling and asked, ”Who is your young master? And why did you call me Little Mister?”
The little boy smiled and touched his head. He explained, ”My young master is named after Second. The title was the order given by my young master. You are the youngest one in the Back Mountain. So I called you Little Mister.”
Ning Que was very interested and asked, ”Then... how about Chen Pipi?”
The little boy said with an innocent voice, ”In the past he was Little Mister. But now since you're Little Mister, he'll be the Twelveth Brother.”
Ning Que was pensive for a moment and shook his head to say with a smile, ”The fat lad and Little Mister... it sounded a little discordant.”
The little boy said seriously, ”In fact... I also thought so.”
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Today, Ning Que walked into the Back Mountain road of the Academy. Of course, it could not be the road that tortured him into half-death. The little boy led him to a secluded lane, walking up taking a stone path beside the old library, and then stopping before the fog circling the mountain.
”Little Mister, there is also a road in the Second floor of the old library. But my young master said today was your first day here, so we'll go this way.”
Ning Que looked at the clouds in front and subconsciously thought of the mist of the mountain road the day before yesterday, feeling that his body had become slightly stiff. A few silent moments later, Ning Que looked at the young boy and gently asked, ”In the clouds... there's nothing strange, right?”
The little boy chuckled and said, ”Of course not, I often walked like this.”
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That mountain fog was really not strange, from the bamboo to a flying sword, from a spring to a waterfall, and from a small pool to the sea.
However, that mountain fog was very strange indeed. Ning Que just walked around a dozen steps and then actually arrived at the very middle of the Academy's Back Mountain.
He moved his sleeves to wipe out the last wisps of fog in front of him. He looked at the fairyland-like scenery of the mountain under the morning light in front of him and could not help but be stunned.
From the direction of the Academy, he could see the steep mountain. Facing east, there was actually a large flat cliff terrace.
Above the cliff terrace was a mirror-like small lake, blooming wildflowers, quiet grass and towering old trees.
There were thousands of flower species, including peaches, but inconspicuous amongst them.
Under the towering trees there were over ten simple-style houses with rising smoke.
There was a silver line pouring down between the cliffs behind the house. It was actually a faraway waterfall.
A group of black birds fluttered among the cliffs and the waterfall.
Under the morning light, with the beautiful scenery crashing into sight, Ning Que felt stunned and remained speechless.
Feeling the Qi of Heaven and Earth of the Back Mountain and the taste of life, an idea was suddenly welling up in him.
”- No matter who wanted to destroy such a beautiful scenery, I would kill them first.”