952 Shoulder By Shoulder (2/2)

The First Brother looked at him and said with a smile, ”You try to leverage.”

Jun Mo suddenly recalled the old days in the Back Hill of the Academy many years ago when he and his Brother were both recently accepted and very young. One day, they took an order from the Headmaster to mend the mountain pass in the Back Hill. A rock was taken down from the cliff and blocked the pass.

Jun Mo, in his childhood, was more proud, confident and stubborn than the present him. He carried a mountain-cutting hatchet, and struck the giant rock for three whole days and nights nonstop.

At last, his hands bled and his body was too exhausted to carry the hatchet. He only managed to damage a small part of the rock.

While he was striking, his Brother did nothing but watched. He knew his Brother was a little weak, but at least out of the helplessness, he had some anger.

Even if he was getting angrier, Jun Mo wouldn't blame or hurl insults at his Brother. That was why he felt very wronged and bursted into tears without knowing why.

His Brother was looking at the giant rock for a long time. When he found little Jun Mo crying, he stared at him for a long time. Then, he left without saying anything.

Jun Mo stopped crying after his Brother left. Where was the audience? He cleaned his face with cool stream water. Once he was recovered, he took the hatchet once again, and was ready to keep hacking.

At this moment, his Brother walked back with dozens of tough moso bamboos in his arms. His forehead was covered with sweat, because it was quite hard for him to drag all these bamboos down.

The Brother stuck the moso bamboos into the gaps between the stone and the precipice. After careful calculations, he called Jun Mo over and said, ”You try to leverage.”

Jun Mo had always been obedient. Although back then he didn't know what his Brother was up to, or what the moso bamboos were for, he still followed his lead to leverage the moso bamboos.

The giant rock was hit by the mountain-cutting hatchet for three whole days and nights, with little signs of chipping down. Then when he leveraged it, Jun Mo found that the rock quickly loosened. Later, it rolled down the mountain pass and became part of scenery in the mountain by the stream.

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That event happened many years ago but Jun Mo was still as obedient to his Brother. His Brother let him leverage, and so he did. That was why he walked toward the Chief Monk with his sword.

The iron sword wasn't between the Chief Monk's body and the cliff plateau. It was planted into the brim of the chessboard.

The Drunkard looked surprised.

Jun Mo waved the iron sword and started to leverage.

The vitality of nature of the cliff plateau was deeply disturbed. Wind was roaring, so the stones on the surface of the White Tower were falling down with rustles, which continuously hit the head of the Chief Monk, with countless smoke and dusts stirring up.

The Chief Monk was still as firm as a rock, and the chessboard was still in the precipice.

The iron sword was withholding unimaginable weights that were as heavy as a real mountain.

Jun Mo wanted to pry up this mount. A clear howl bursted out of his tightened lips and it was as bright as a phoenix's singing and as powerful as a landfall.

The Drunkard's flagon that was by his waist slightly floated.

The First Brother stood before him with his back towards Jun Mo.

The iron sword in his hands bent a little and then straightened. His sword was always straight. Even a mountain can't bend it.

Unimaginable power was about to be unleashed.

That chessboard was finally pried on, and ascended towards the ground.

The Chief Monk's silver eyebrows were floating. His hands abruptly turned over and pressed on the chessboard.

A huge mountain was once again falling on the chessboard.

Jun Mo stopped the howling, and shouted like thunder, ”Up!”

The precipice collapsed. The green tree was shaking, and the green leaves were falling like raindrops. The chessboard resurfaced!

The Chief Monk's hands were on the chessboard. He remained at the position of sitting on his knees.

The iron sword was straight and strong. The chessboard and the Chief Monk together weighed as much as the huge mountain Prajna. Even though the chessboard resurfaced, Jun Mo only managed to pry open gap so small that even the smallest ants wouldn't be able to climb in it.

But this was enough.

The gap meant that the chessboard was separated from the mountain. However, it was still not separated from the Chief Monk's hand.

Moving forward, it was passed onto the First Brother. His hands, no one knew when, had fallen upon the shoulder of the Chief Monk.

In the precipice, the turbulence of Qi was dispersed. A buzz rang out, like an inverted bell.

In front of the White Tower, there was only Jun Mo standing and holding his sword. The First Brother, the Chief Monk, and the chessboard were all gone.

Where did they go?

They went to Heaven.

At the bottom deep in the earth, the peak was only a short section above the Wilderness.

The sky was much higher than the peak.

White clouds were floating and blocking the blue sky. Two figures came out of the clouds.

The First Brother loosened his hand.

The Chief Monk was falling through the clouds and towards the ground.

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