Chapter 107 (1/2)
An Zeng, Skinny Du, and the others tidied up a bit before leaving the sect for the Martial Arts Academy.
Just as she was about to leave, An Zhe suddenly saw a person standing not far away. Although it was midsummer, she seemed to be s.h.i.+vering from the cold.
She was so lonely, just like an unremarkable wild flower by the roadside, quietly blooming her own beauty, but with a bit of inferiority.
Ding Ningdong.
””Are you looking for me?”” he asked.
Ding Ningdong nodded slightly and then took a deep breath, ””I … I just want to tell you that my father found someone to attack you during the martial arts exam. That person's name is Lang Jing.””
””Perhaps he will make his move at other times as well. He is a lunatic … You better be careful, I'm leaving.””
An Xuan said, ””Thank you. If your father finds out that you've come looking for me like this, you'll feel wronged.””
Ding Ningdong shook her head, ””I'm not afraid. Anyway, he already planned to marry me off, so it wouldn't be too hard for me.””
””I just want to tell you, I... am different from my big brother and the others.””
When she had finished, she turned and ran away, her figure growing more and more lonely.
An Zeng watched Ding Ningdong run away, feeling a little suffocated in his heart.
It seemed that kind-hearted people would always encounter various kinds of tribulations.
Ding Ningdong said that her father was planning to marry her off. Her eyes were filled with unwillingness and grievance.
She could not control her own fate. She struggled carefully, but she could not struggle out of that strange and merciless circle.
After An Zaiyue and the others left the sect, the large men from the Heavenly Enlightenment Sect also began to leave one by one.
They walked out onto the street, still in the same arrogant and domineering posture.
These malevolent men were meticulously helping the elderly cross the road, helping the children to go to the academy. At the same time, they also saw someone unreasonably teaching them a lesson in an unreasonable manner.
Recently, this had become the norm for the Heavenly Enlightenment Sect, so much so that the nearby residents were used to having these burly men to uphold justice.
In the end, if anything happened to any family, they would not report to Fang Shoufu, but would instead seek help from the Heavenly Enlightenment Sect.
To such people, An Zhe had only one att.i.tude. Where to go, where to go, the Heavenly Enlightenment Sect was not a yamen.
Some people would say that she only came to him because she was truly wronged. Why don't you go along with it?
An Zhan told his subordinates that the unified reply to such questions was … Why should I care?
I can help people on my own, because I like it.
I can help no one, either because I like it.
If everyone treated the Heavenly Gate Sect as a yamen, then what did the yamen regard the sect as?
As he walked, he tidied up the information about this honorable person, who was also a celebrity.
This year, in March, he went to the entrance of the Grand Cauldron Academy alone and announced that he wanted to challenge Su Feiheng.
He had stood outside the Grand Cauldron Academy for three days and three nights. Originally, he thought that Su Feihun would accept the challenge, but Su Feiheng didn't even spare him a glance.
Then, he went to the Supreme Court to challenge Feng Xiuxiu, but she ignored him.
In April, he knelt outside Empyrean Heavenly Palace for two days and two nights, claiming to be a once-in-century genius, begging the King of Yan to give him a chance to serve his country and become a general.
He did not want to leave until he had seen the King, but he could not bear the scornful looks of the grown-ups from the past, so he left.
In May, he had made his own ring in the street, claiming to accept the challenge of anyone under twenty, and he would be a slave to anyone who could beat him.
After being in the ring for three days, no one defeated him, because no one fought against him.
During the month of June, when the Martial Arts Academy's entrance exam was about to start, he ran over to the academy to challenge Nie Qing.
Nie Qing was the strongest member of the last batch of students in the academy. Some people called him and Su Feiheng from the Great Cauldron Academy as the three prodigies of Grand Dao Academy, Feng Xiuzhu.
He shouted outside the Martial Arts Academy for the entire day. In the evening, Nie Qing came out of the Martial Academy and casually lifted up the several hundred jin heavy horse rock and casually threw it dozens of meters away. He then clapped his hands and left.
After that, Lan Jing stood there in a daze for half an hour. He lowered his head and left the Martial Arts Academy with heavy footsteps.
Later on, he inquired about Nie Qing's age and heard that Nie Qing was 18, Su Feihun was 19, and Feng Xiuzhu was 17.
Thus, he embroidered a line of words on his own clothes, number four under the age of twenty.
That was why when people mentioned him later, he was nicknamed Number Four Under Heaven.
It was a strange man, and most people said he was mad.
A lunatic who, in order to become famous, could do anything he wanted.
When An Zeng really saw this person, he suddenly felt that this person was rather pitiful.
Lang Jing stood at the gate of the Martial Arts Academy, wearing a set of coa.r.s.e clothes.
Although the clothes were very, very old, and there were many patches on them, they were very clean.
He stood in front of the Martial Arts Academy with a knife in his arms.
His trousers were too short to reach his ankles.
He wore a pair of cloth shoes with holes in them, but they were also very good for mending.
Thus, An Zhe felt that this was not a lunatic, but a pitiful person who wanted to change his life through his own efforts.
Lang Jing's strength was definitely not weak. Otherwise, he wouldn't have gone to challenge Su Feihu and Nie Qing, who were both favored by the heavens.
Since his cultivation was not weak, he could rely on being a guard or something else to make his life better.
However, he did not. This meant that he had an almost perverted sense of self-respect.
He felt that he should not do the low things, that he was going to be a man.
An Zaihai looked at the veneration, and after a simple observation, he made an evaluation … pitiable, not worthy of respect.
””You are the one fighting?””
Lang Jing crossed his arms around his sabre and said, ””I am Lang Jing, I want to challenge you.””
In four ways, the chin is covered with stubble, so it looks older than its age.
His waist was very straight, but his back seemed slightly bent.
He was not hunchbacked, he was merely being pressured by something to the point that he found it hard to breathe.