Listening to the words spoken by the butterfly opposite, the mountain owner looked at him with a smile.
"It's not a secret."
The young man nodded: "This is indeed not a secret, because it is a legend."
Secrets are secrets because secrets are real.
Legends become legends because no one has ever actually seen them.
The mountain owner looked at the other person: "So do you want to authenticate this legend?"
"Not bad." Butterfly nodded and said.
He looked at the room and said, "After all, it was the saint who founded the academy."
"But that saint also has his own students. None of the students he taught personally took that step. With his character and temperament, there is no need to hide anything from his students." The mountain master said softly.
"So, does the mountain master want me to ask the dean in person?" The young man looked at the mountain master and asked.
"If you enter the academy, it will not be difficult to meet the dean." The mountain master said calmly: "After all, entering the academy will be easy for you."
"No one can really pass the three tests with complete certainty." The young man said seriously.
"Yes, no one." The mountain master smiled and said, "But you should also know that every third trial can bring out the best people."
"Carotes." The boy said the name.
"He." The mountain master smiled meaningfully: "This is a very interesting and powerful child. You will be happy to get to know him. After all, if you also want to enter the academy, the two of you will have a lot of intersections. .”
"Yes, I am also looking forward to meeting him. Originally, I was supposed to appear in the Hall of Stars now, but I chose to take this opportunity to come here." The young man said calmly: "After all, I don't have enough time."
"Since you don't have enough time, I'll keep the chat short." The mountain owner looked at the young man: "Why did you come all the way?"
"I want to ask you to save a person's life." The young man said.
The mountain owner was a little surprised: "It can't be yours."
He seemed so reluctant to save the other party's life.
"No." The boy said simply.
"That's good." The mountain owner laughed instantly.
"What if I say yes?" So the young man looked at the mountain master and continued.
"Then I can only say yes." The mountain master sighed. "But you should also know that it is too difficult to save your life."
"So my own life has always been entrusted to myself." The young man said calmly: "I want to ask you to save the life of the girl next to me."
The mountain owner was a little surprised.
He looked at the young man in silence.
"This is not your style that I am familiar with." The mountain master said.
"What is my style?" The young man looked at the mountain master: "Abandoned son? Backing up? Or bait?"
The mountain master thought for a while: "Determined."
The so-called determination means not looking back even when the matter you have decided reaches a dead end.
"If you have a choice, who would be willing to be a decisive person?" The young man looked at the mountain master and said with a smile: "I use the favor you owe me here to surprise you, right? If I can surprise you, I will I’m already very proud.”
"Just last night, Mo Yun received an order that had not been passed on to him for a long time." The mountain master said softly: "Then he left. I originally planned to retain him, but I didn't."
"Mo Yun?" The young man thought for a moment and smiled again: "That's really tricky."
"He does have a certain friendship with me, and I also cherish talents." The mountain master said lightly: "But after all, he belongs to the Dark Star."
Hearing the words Dark Star, the boy's eyes lit up slightly for a moment.
But even such a slight change in expression did not escape the mountain owner's gaze.
"I didn't know that you still had contact with Dark Star." The mountain owner said.
"It's not that I have any dealings with Dark Star, it's that I owe them a debt, and I always have to repay my debt." The young man said coldly.
"You brought me too many surprises today." The mountain owner looked at the young man and said, "It's hard to pay Dark Star's debt."
"It's not difficult for me." The young man said, "That means my affair with Ye Ye is no longer a secret to a large extent, right?"
"It's not because of you." The mountain owner looked at the young man: "I can't figure out why Xiye came here. It's because of you, right."
"Yes." The young man did not deny: "I gave him some hints, and he guessed it."
"You want to save him, right?" the mountain master asked.
The young man pursed his lips: "There are many people I want to save."
"But he is the only one willing to follow the winding clues you left to get here, right?" the mountain owner said.
"Yes." The young man nodded: "Actually, my life has not been bad in the past fourteen years."
"Listen, are you still speaking in human language?" the mountain master said: "If you knew what kind of life I lived before entering Ye Ye College, you should reorganize what you said before."
"So what I said is that it's not bad." The young man looked at the mountain owner and said, "I agree that they are my family."
The mountain owner also looked at the boy: "If the day you mentioned really comes, then your family may all die."
"So I must repay my debts." The young man repeated this sentence: "If someone really wants me to owe this more debt, then I don't mind writing this more in my account book."
"Your little notebook is much scarier than I imagined." The mountain master looked at the young man: "There are so many names written densely in your little notebook, but those names essentially only have one title."
"Yes, a monster." The young man nodded: "Even you opposite me are a monster, aren't you?"
"Now you can barely be called a little monster." The mountain owner looked at the other person with a smile: "In this world full of monsters, only by becoming a monster can you protect yourself and others."
"It feels like you are talking about my lines, or that you have experienced similar things to me." The young man couldn't help but lowered his head and laughed: "It feels good to be able to find some similar people in this world."
"It's not bad." The mountain master looked at the other party: "But your goal is different from mine."
"You are satisfied as long as you become a monster. As long as you become a member of the monster, no one can easily eat you." The young man looked at the mountain owner and said: "But I don't just want to be a monster, I want to be The biggest of all monsters makes you tremble when you see me. I order you all not to eat people, and you must obey me obediently."
The young man's eyes were dark and deep. He spoke the most arrogant words, but his expression was calm and serious.
He really wanted to turn these words into truth, rather than just bragging and boasting without drafting.
"You should know how ancient some monsters are." The mountain owner said quietly, "And which monsters are so terrifying."
"Yes, you should know, and knowing all this, you choose to embark on this road of death and no life. This is the bravest thing."
"Is this why you chose to sponsor me?" The young man smiled: "I never knew that the mountain master would be such a sentimental person."
"Of course I am not, all my sensibilities were killed by myself when I was young." The mountain master said calmly: "So I know that you came here to let me save a person's life, so it was so unexpected. "
"You must know that there are so many monsters in this world, but there is only one, His Highness."
"So this is the reason why I like the Third Highness the most. I read a lot of desperate intelligence and information in that palace, but only the Third Highness is so fresh and refined." The young man whispered: "If It would be great if all the monsters in the world were children like the Third Highness who had nothing to do with the world."
"Actually, when I entered the academy, His Highness had just come to the academy not long ago." The mountain master seemed to recall something: "But in the blink of an eye, almost thirty years have passed."
"There is no information about the origin of His Highness the Third Prince that I know of," the young man said.
"Don't ask, don't tell, and don't need to know." The mountain master looked at the young man and said seriously for the first time: "You should know about those horrible existences that cannot even be mentioned by name, because after all, you are also one of those horrors. .”
"But the origin of His Highness the Third is even more terrifying than those horrors."
The young man lowered his head and fell into thought.
Then he looked up.
The mountain owner looked at him.
"I can't say even if I guess." The mountain master said softly.
The boy let out a long breath.
"Then I'm leaving," he said.
"Don't you want any other help?" Mountain Master asked, "You should also know how much you can get from me."
"Your things are all clearly marked with prices." The young man said calmly: "Have you heard of this sentence?"
"That is, all the gifts you receive in life have a price secretly marked on them."
"I really haven't heard of it." The mountain owner looked at him and sighed: "But it makes sense, is there anything else?"
"Of course." The young man turned and walked towards the door.
When he walked to the door, he gently pressed the door handle with one hand, and then looked back at the man with chestnut hair and purple eyes sitting behind the table.
"There is only one kind of heroism in this world."
"That is, after seeing all the cruelty in this world, you still love the world."
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In a place farther than far away.
There is a huge and magnificent city.
The name of this city is Zhange.
She is older than ancient and greater than great.
She once almost became the center of the world, and even now, she is one of the greatest cities in the world.
This is not only because she is the capital of the Stur Empire.
Long before the establishment of the St Empire, she had been standing on this land for tens of millions of years.
But now, there are still the most majestic and towering imperial cities and palaces in the world, accepting the worship of everyone.
But in the deepest and most secret rooms of this palace, the sound of heartbreaking coughing filled the air.
The coughing man almost coughed out his lungs, but no one dared to approach him.
I could only let him sit in this empty and dark room, coughing, coughing, coughing.
Until the footsteps of a second person appeared there.
He didn't pay attention to those annoying coughs, but walked to the table, slowly took out a small medicine grinder from his sleeve, gently put a handful of black fruits in it, and then he Holding the mill with both hands, he began to grind it back and forth carefully with the sound of coughing. When all the fruits were ground into powder that was finer than flour, he stopped and poured the powder onto the open white paper.
Then he took out a small bottle, poured a golden yellow honey-like viscous liquid on top of the powder, stirred the liquid and powder thoroughly, and then kneaded pills the size of peanuts out with his hands.
While he was doing this, the coughing never stopped.
Until he picked up the pills, walked to the bed in the back of the room, and quietly looked at the man lying on the bed coughing hard.
It was a man who didn't look old. His hair color and pupils were unforgettably bright golden, but his face was as pale as white paper. He lay almost upright on the bed, coughing hard, his eyes He stared at the ceiling above his head, but other than that, he didn't make any sound or make any movement.
Until the second person's voice rang.
"Brother, it's time to take the medicine." He said this and handed out the pills he had just made.
He did not touch the man on the bed, nor did he intend to feed him.
They even said that they didn't even prepare a glass of water for him.
But the man on the bed finally stretched out his hand, palm facing up.
The second person pressed the pills in his hand onto his hand, and then he stuffed all seven or eight pills into his mouth, began to hold his breath, chewed hard, and then swallowed it.
"Although purple marrow beeswax is added, it is still very bitter." The second person said softly.
"Good medicine tastes bitter, but it is good for the disease." The man finally said.
These rough pills seem to have unparalleled miraculous effects. The patient who was still lying in bed coughing just now has actually sat up, and those heart-wrenching coughs have completely stopped, as if they did not exist before.
"It's good that my brother is fine." The younger brother smiled and whispered: "My brother has been showing up less and less recently, and there are some rumors below."
"What are the rumors?" My brother asked calmly while sitting on the bed, his face still pale and gloomy.
"It's still the same as before." The younger brother sighed: "I am afraid that I have evil intentions when I say that I have become more and more powerful recently. After the ancestors left, there is no sky above my head. I am afraid that the future will not be the same. It will be safe.”
My brother sat on the bed and laughed softly.
"I heard that Xiao Qi has been running away for a long time." He said.
"Is it because Xiaoqi hasn't come to pay his respects recently?" The younger brother asked, "That child is excellent, but he is too deep-minded. I don't know what he has been messing with recently. He hasn't shown up for a long time."
The elder brother looked back at his younger brother.
"Before he left, he came to see me."
