They are all caged birds that have been kept in the academy for a long time. Even though they know that there are many dangers here, the students still can't restrain the eagerness in their hearts. Everyone can't wait to see the bird that was only known through oral tradition in ancient times.
What exactly does the forbidden area of life look like with clues?
Under Jiang Ning's order, about 200 people from Qingling College set off in a mighty manner following the bright red figure.
Dean Wu Jiudao stood in front of the main hall, his gaze seemed to fall on the leading young man in red through countless pavilions and pavilions. He didn't know what he was thinking.
"I thought he would say something." After a long time, Wu Jiudao suddenly said to himself, his tone sounding a little disappointed.
The teachers are puzzled.
Only Su Zhao was speechless, knowing what he meant.
Wu Jiudao asked Jiang Ning to be the leader this time. Firstly, he wanted him to experience the war and temper his character. Secondly, he wanted him to use this to establish his unparalleled prestige among the students.
If Jiang Ning can bring everyone back alive this time, then the two hundred students who have returned from the wilderness will be his strongest help in shouldering the academy in the future!
Jiang Ning didn't take this opportunity to make a pledge to win people's hearts, which was really a waste.
You know, if it were anyone else, they would definitely not miss any opportunity to express themselves and establish their prestige as a leader.
But Jiangning didn't.
It was troublesome for him to even say another word.
"He will not let you down, Mr. Dean." Su Zhao said.
A rare smile appeared on Wu Jiudao's face.
Jiang Ning has a wild temper and does not follow rules and regulations. He may seem a bit crazy to outsiders, but Wu Jiudao knows that he lives more sanely than anyone else.
Such a person will certainly not let himself down!
"I look forward to your return from the wilderness, Jiang Ning."
The same thought also came to mind in the minds of Su Zhao, Zhou Hao and other people who were familiar with Jiang Ning.
They each have their own responsibilities and cannot accompany Jiang Ning to the wilderness, so they can only pray for him in their hearts, hoping that he can... return in triumph.
"Brother Ning!"
Zhou Hao suddenly took a step forward and chased after him. He stood at the gate of the mountain and shouted loudly: "Fan the wolf to live in Xu, make great achievements, honor the ancestors, and shroud the corpse in horse leather. If you go with Brother Xuan, don't let the whole thing be taken away by your mother. You have to leave one for me."
, are brothers enough!”
Jiang Ning, who had already descended from Straw Hat Mountain, looked back at the jade railings hidden in the dense jungle, and laughed and cursed: "Where did Fatty Hao steal the poems and lines from? I almost couldn't help but change the words when I heard the last one."
Ma Tou goes back and beats him up."
Henry Zhang next to him was coughing.
"Brother, business is important, don't be like that cheap guy." He comforted, and at the same time, he silently said to Zhou Hao in his heart: "Fat man, when I come back, you and I will go to Luanhong Pavilion and get drunk for three days and three nights.
It’s up to you to get the money.”
Jiang Ning looked at the mean smile on the corner of Henry Zhang's mouth that was half yearning and half expectant, and hummed in his heart: "These two people must have some ulterior secret that they have been hiding from themselves."
The mountain breeze was blowing, and a woman stood on the cliff watching the students go away.
"People are susceptible to three thousand illnesses, and only lovesickness cannot be cured. Since you already know your own feelings, why are you still hiding?" Su Zhao came from behind, stopped three feet away from the woman, and asked.
The woman turned back, revealing her delicate facial features.
It was Wang Yan who had disappeared for many days.
"Disciple Wang Yan has met Mr. Su."
Su Zhao nodded as a gift in return and asked, "I remember that you had a share in going to Huangsai this time. Why don't you go?"
Wang Yan was silent.
Su Zhao glanced at the procession that was getting further away at the foot of the mountain and said, "Because of him?"
Wang Yan lowered her head, her body exuding a kindness and kindness that she had never seen before.
"Feng Yue comes into my lovesickness, how can I miss you without my consent? My leaving will only increase his troubles."
"Huangsai is dangerous, and I don't want to implicate him."
"Tomorrow I will go into seclusion and never step out of the academy."
Su Zhao looked at the pretty figure leaving in the direction of Wenchun Lake, with a look of reminiscence in his eyes.
Once upon a time, I didn't think so of that person...
"It's all bad luck."
........
The mountain range opposite Cao Maoer Mountain is called Dunjiang Mountain.
The mountain is high and the road is dangerous, but it is the only way to reach the deserted fortress. At this moment, on the cliff of the Dunjiang Mountains, there are also two people standing here.
"He...is coming." One of the young men squinted his eyes, showing an expression of great enjoyment.
Next to the young man stood a middle-aged man with high cheekbones and a thin appearance.
The man has a pale face and no beard, a sinister eyebrow, and a piece of dog skin plaster the size of a thumb stuck on the left corner of his forehead.
He was wearing a black uniform decorated with money patterns, a cross-legged kimono on his head, and his hands in his sleeves. From a distance, he looked like a standing mangy dog.
"Jie Jie... Gui'er, let's see how he escapes from my grasp this time!" The middle-aged man said with a look of resentment in his eyes and a strange smile.
A flash of disgust flashed in the young man's eyes.
"Executive member Cui, I advise you not to be careless. Jiangning is not as simple as you think."
The middle-aged man who was called Cui Yuanwai said disdainfully: "Wang Jin, when did you Xuechi become such a coward who likes to boost other people's ambitions and destroy your own prestige?"
The cruel color in Wang Jin's eyes flashed away, and he said calmly: "I will only tolerate you once if you say something like this. Next time, I will suck you until there is no bone residue left. Do you remember?"
After saying that, he stretched out his scarlet tongue and flicked it at the corner of his mouth, which was more mind-numbing than a poisonous snake spitting out a message.
Cui Yuanwai seemed to have remembered something. He swallowed hard the rush that was about to come out and groaned without saying anything else.
The young man continued: "Liangqi, you take a team of blood slaves to give them some fun first, and by the way, bring back to me the head of the man named Zhang... yes, Zhang Xuan."
In the battle in Chen County, although Wang Jin escaped from Zhang Xuan, his original injuries were aggravated by this battle, and he fell into a state of decline, and almost died from the mouth of a wild beast.
How can we not avenge this revenge!
"Don't worry, Xiezi. I'll go get this person's head for you right away and drink it." Liangqi, who had sinister eyebrows and pale skin and was almost sickly, smiled ferociously, turned around and disappeared on the cliff.
Wang Jin stretched his waist, and a hideous scar appeared on his neck that spread from his Adam's apple to his chest.
The scar was ugly, with a blackish-red surface. Not only did I touch my diaphragm, but even a dog looking at it would give me goosebumps all over my body.
Wang Jin sneered, ignoring the disdain and fear in the eyes of the life-seeking dog, and said to himself: "Who would have thought that the collateral scoundrel of the Wang family could now become one of the restricted areas of life, among the top ten thousand people in the blood pool?
blood?"
"Jiang Ning, I can't wait for you to see me now." Wang Jin laughed, stretched out his hand to drag the frightened girl who was imprisoned by the blood slave next to him, and then grinned his white teeth and fiercely pointed at her.
Bite off his neck.
No matter how much the girl cried and struggled, she could not withstand the coldness and weakness brought to her body by the loss of blood.
The twenty-eight-year-old girl, before she blossomed into a beautiful flower that was pleasing to the eye, turned into a pile of withered bones amid fear, struggle, helplessness and despair.
Wang Jin casually moved the skinny corpse to the side, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said with an afterthought expression: "Desperate dog, you said, the blood of your Fengdu ghost master will be as good as the blood of a young woman in the world."
Is it as mellow and delicious?”
Cui Yuanwai shivered involuntarily and cursed a madman in his heart.
If his physical body had not fully adapted and his strength had plummeted, he would have wanted to slap the young man in front of him to death.