He didn't take action, but Jiang Ning was a little disappointed.
Ever since he knew that he was a Wuxia Taoist body, his confidence had been increasing day by day, so as long as Li Gu dared to strike first, he would dare to beat Li Gu to paralysis.
What a pity....
"Then you have to live well, otherwise... when I destroy the Li family, it will be a lot less fun without you watching." Jiang Ning's eyes flashed fiercely, and his words, which he didn't know whether they were true or not, had no reason.
This made Li Gu's heart tremble.
"Little bastard!" Li Gu glanced at him bitterly, and after the old servant's persuasion, he returned to his seat, but his eyes still turned to Jiang Ning from time to time.
Jiang Ning didn't take it to heart.
The conflict between the two sides did not attract the attention of the others. After all, this is the gate of the academy. If a quarrel breaks out, no one will be affected.
This was also an important reason why Li Gu restrained himself from taking action. Of course, it was also the reason why Jiang Ning did not take the initiative.
Not long after this incident, several people came up to talk to Jiang Ning. However, after hearing that Jiang Ning was a relative, they all became less interested. Fortunately, no one was as arrogant and sarcastic as Li Gu.
But what’s interesting is that one of them had a very pleasant conversation with Jiang Ning.
This man has a round figure and a belly like a small watermelon. He has a chubby face and looks a bit honest. He can hang out with Jiang Ning, so he probably has the same problem.
Because like Jiang Ning, he is also a relative of a certain family.
"Brother Ning, I just saw the Li family guy look ugly when he left. Did you offend him?" the little fat man asked, sitting next to Jiang Ning and eating roast chicken.
Jiang Ning hummed, and then his eyes moved to the roast chicken in the little fat man's hand.
"You..."
He found that in addition to the chicken leg he was holding in his hand, the roast chicken was missing, and the most critical part was also missing.
Seeing the little fat man chewing his mouth full of oil, Jiang Ning couldn't help but remind him with a strange look: "Brother Song, what you are eating is...chicken butt."
The little fat man’s name was Song Hao. As for which family he was a relative of, he didn’t say, and Jiang Ning didn’t ask.
Not all relatives are as shameless as him and have the courage to declare their family status.
Song Hao blinked, not understanding what Jiang Ning meant, and then tentatively handed him half of the chicken butt he had chewed in his hand, and asked: "Brother Ning... you also like to eat chicken butt?"
Jiang Ning: "..."
I don't like it, I just reminded you that you ate the wrong thing, but I didn't expect that you actually like to eat this...
Jiang Ning covered his face, not wanting to talk to him anymore.
As the two of them talked, four figures gradually appeared on the Straw Hat Mountain Road.
There are three men and one woman, three of them are wearing the same style of cyan clothes, and the remaining one is wearing a black robe.
When the four people appeared on the field, the originally noisy field became silent.
The man in black clothes is an old man, and he is obviously the one in charge among the four.
I saw him take a step forward, and a monstrous force suddenly erupted from his body, causing all the horses in the field to surrender with their front hooves and kneel to him, but no matter how hard they were beaten by the guarding servants, they still did not dare to get up.
The chicken butt in Song Hao's hand was also shocked by the momentum and fell to the ground, leaving a look of heartache and pity on his face.
"Is this a cultivator..." Jiang Ning felt the pressure emanating from the old man, and his heart became even hotter.
This was Jiang Ning's first time seeing a cultivator. He didn't expect that he could make animals kneel down just by relying on his momentum. It was extremely strange, and it also made him yearn for his own Shinto practice even more.
The Shinto method on the bronze compass will definitely make you more powerful than the old man in black!
The old man glanced at the field with satisfaction, paused and said, "I, Chang Yunping, a teacher at the college, is also the person to be introduced this time."
"Now, those who hold quotas in the field stand on the left, and those who have been admitted stand on the right. After twenty seconds, follow me into the academy."
With the shock just now, no one in the venue dared to be dissatisfied. Even the unruly Li Gu hurriedly stepped forward and stood in line.
Jiang Ning and the fat boy Song Hao also stepped forward to line up, but what surprised him was that Song Hao actually went to the right. In other words, he did not get the family quota, but relied on his own chance to obtain the admission qualification of the college. "The little fat guy is hiding his secrets." He glanced at Song Hao meaningfully and silently stood in line.
In less than twenty breaths, the students who came to report were divided into two neat pairs, and they looked at the four people in front of them with burning eyes.
Chang Yunping nodded with satisfaction and said to the two people behind him: "Zhou Yang, Li Xiaojing, you two each lead a group of students up the mountain."
Behind him, two men and women in blue clothes walked out, waved to the two groups, and walked up the mountain road. The old man in black and the remaining student in green stayed behind to greet the people outside.
After all, some families come not only with old guard servants, but also with the family head himself.
As for the reason for the reception, there is naturally something to be gained. Of course, Jiang Ning doesn't know about this. He is currently holding his hands in front of his body and following the group of people up the mountain.
The leader of their team was Li Xiaojing, the only woman among the four. Her face seemed gentle, so everyone had the courage to talk to her.
"Sister Li, are you a practitioner?"
"Sister, can you tell me about practitioners?"
"Sister Jingjing, when can we become cultivators?"
Under the chattering questions of the crowd, Li Xiaojing smiled and patiently answered them one by one.
In her eyes, these people are her junior brothers and sisters.
"I am not yet a cultivator. I have just finished accumulating my spirit and am still cultivating my spirit. Once my foundation is solid, I will naturally become a cultivator."
Hearing Li Xiaojing's words, Jiang Ning suddenly realized.
He only knew that a cultivator must go through two stages, tempering the body and accumulating the spirit. He did not expect that after accumulating the spirit, he would have to cultivate the spirit for a period of time before he could truly become a cultivator.
With the help of this group of people, Jiang Ning can hear many things he wants to know even if he doesn't speak.
Of course, this knowledge is the basis. Even if Li Xiaojing doesn't say it, the teachers will say it when they get to the academy and practice formally.
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"In Kyushu, tempered bodies can only be called warriors. Their bodies are like copper skin and iron bones, invulnerable to weapons and weapons. You all know this. I won't go into details. Let's talk about Yun Ling and the realm of cultivators." Li Xiaojing's voice is as gentle as hers.
"Yunling, you can understand it as a stage of transition from a warrior to a cultivator. Warriors cannot incorporate spiritual energy into their bodies, so they can only rely on strength moves to fight with people, and their power is limited."
"Yunling can completely make up for this shortcoming of the warrior."
"This is the difference between a warrior and a cultivator. Only when you store the spiritual energy of heaven and earth in your body and use it for your own use can you be called a cultivator."
"But cultivators are also divided into strong and weak ones. According to the ancient records of Kyushu, the strength of cultivators is determined by their realm."
"For example, as I just said, the spirit is contained in the body and used for one's own use. The practitioners at this level are also called the Fengchu Realm..."
Li Xiaojing's words seemed to open the door to a new world for Jiang Ning. While he was shocked, he looked at the jade railings hidden in the dense jungle at the top of the mountain with even more longing.
"Senior sister, does that mean that those with a higher level will definitely be able to defeat those with a lower level, or that there is no winner or lose between people of the same level?" Jiang Ning asked subconsciously.
Li Gu, who was on the same team as him, recognized Jiang Ning's voice, and a hint of evil flashed in his eyes.
Li Xiaojing looked back at Jiang Ning, her eyes curved into a crescent shape and smiled: "Of course it's not that absolute. The realm of a cultivator is just the basis of strength."
"What can determine victory or defeat are the cultivators' methods, weapons, and various magical powers that can borrow the power of heaven and earth."