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Did he lose?

Gao Wusheng's expression was lonely, he gave a faint smile, and it was very complicated. He actually lost to a broken sword.

Qin Meng looked and said in a low voice, "The first question is, on the night five years ago, where were you?"

Gao Wusheng's body shook, and he suddenly raised his head, as if he did not expect Qin Meng to ask this question. In his opinion, five years had already passed, and everything had disappeared into thin air.

Qin Meng's gaze was deep as he shouted, "Answer me."

Gao Wusheng was silent for a moment, and then said in an extremely suppressed voice, "I'm here as well."

Indeed!

Qin Meng's deep gaze flashed with coldness, and he continued to ask: "Second question, where is the god statue?"

God statue?

Gao Wusheng's body trembled again, his face was stiff. He took a deep breath and clenched his hands, not saying a word.

Qin Meng said in a cold voice, "Four years ago, when you went to the borders, that person from your family also began his closed door cultivation and disappeared for four years. Do you think time can make the academy give up searching for the divine statue?"

Indeed.

Gao Wusheng silently thought, but he did not reply to that question, because the matter of the deity statue was too big.

It was a secret that few people knew about.

Qin Meng looked at him, and with a solemn demeanor, he approached him step by step, and shouted sternly: "Answer me, where is the god statue? Was it at the border? Or is it your Gao Family? Or perhaps his Kingdom Supervisor Temple? "

Gao Wusheng trembled, revealing a painful expression, as if he was struggling.

Qin Meng continued, his tone still fierce: "You don't dare to say? Was he afraid? What are you afraid of? Is the god statue in Kingdom Supervisor Temple? Or was it in Gao Family? Or is it somewhere else? "

"Enough!"

A middle-aged teacher in his forties walked out. He was not tall, but his aura was very powerful. He had a stern and gloomy face, and his cold gaze swept over the crowd.

Gao Wusheng raised his head, looked at the man, and did not say a word.

Qin Meng's eyes were cold, but he did not speak anymore. In fact, from the beginning, he did not expect Gao Wusheng to answer his three questions.

The teacher walked over, looked at the lonely Gao Wusheng, his ice-cold eyes revealed a sense of disappointment, and said: "You go back first."

In the end, Gao Wusheng's heart was still not strong enough. Otherwise, how could he be suppressed by Qin Meng's few words?

Gao Wusheng's body trembled slightly. He glanced at Qin Meng, then at the middle-aged teacher and gritted his teeth as he led the thirty soldiers away.

Guilt?

Qin Meng laughed.

Although Gao Wusheng did not answer his three questions, at that moment, he saw a deep guilt in the latter's eyes.

Furthermore, from the first question that he answered, Qin Meng could practically deduce that five years ago, not only was he present, he might even know some unknown secrets.

From then on, he was transferred to a different place. Perhaps this was not because his clan had been training him, but because those people did not trust him.

Qin Meng lifted the corner of his mouth, and looked at the teacher in front of him: "Teacher Gao, do you still remember what happened five years ago at Fifth Institute?"

The teacher's gaze sharpened as he stared at him in silence.

Qin Meng seemed to be smiling yet not smiling as he suppressed his voice, "I will never forget." That night was a terrifying nightmare for Qin Meng. For the past five years, he had never forgotten it.

The middle-aged teacher said nothing and slowly left.

Qin Meng looked at his retreating back, not knowing what to think.

Li Yi could not help but open his mouth: "I'm leaving?"

The crowd gradually dispersed, but what remained were the shadows of Qin Meng and his figure in their hearts.

I'll never forget it.

Qin Meng took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and seemed to have recalled something.

As night fell, all was still and quiet.

The thin moonlight fell down like a layer of gauze covering the ground.

Red Star Academy, Fifth Institute.

Qin Meng became intoxicated as he staggered further in his steps. Not long after, his cries echoed in the air.

On the doorstep, Li Yi quietly watched his back, he remembered that scene from the day, he had never seen Qin Meng with such an expression, nor had he ever felt such loneliness.

After a long while, he silently turned around and didn't disturb Qin Meng in the end.

"Chen Meng once said that there's still one person left alive within the Firmament Academy." In front of the wooden table, Li Yi was seated and drawing talismans, but the more he drew, the more he found it difficult to calm down.

Mount Daliang.

These three words always popped up unintentionally.

After a long while, he put down the Talisman Pen and sat on the windowsill by himself. He thought of Wen Yuqing, "If Senior Brother is coming, Qing'er will wait for you. If Senior Brother isn't coming, Qing'er will look for you."

That gentle girl would always inadvertently move his heartstrings.

Thinking of this, he began to laugh foolishly.

After an unknown amount of time, all his thoughts stopped at this moment. As his consciousness entered the world within his mind, a clump of light exploded in front of him.

It was a mental cultivation method left behind by Wen Yuqing.

Hm?

After the ball of light exploded, the densely packed text appeared like a tadpole. What made Li Yi surprised was that this mental cultivation method actually had two different writing style.

One was the current era's language, while the other was an ancient language. It was extremely difficult to understand and filled with profound meanings.

That's not right!

An hour later, he suddenly came to his senses. His pupils constricted as he carefully observed.

This spiritual cultivation method did not have two types of characters, only one type. The concise contemporary language was superimposed later on, and that was to say, this concise text was the interpretation of the entire cultivation method.

Li Yi was stunned, his heart warmed, and he thought of that gentle girl.

This mental cultivation method was given to him by Wen Yuqing, thus, this entire explanation was left behind by Wen Yuqing.

Li Yi took a deep breath and immediately began cultivating.

After a few more hours, he slowly opened his eyes. He had an epiphany in his heart, and his gaze landed on a ball of light in another direction.

He hadn't noticed it before, but now that he recalled it, he felt that the words of this spiritual technique were actually exactly the same as the words on that blob of light.

Li Yi immediately activated his consciousness, the ball of light exploded and the ancient characters rained down.

"It's really the same."

He cried out in surprise and joy.

The text was the same, but the content was different. In other words, these were two mental laws of the same era, not the same one.

Following that, he stopped his cultivation and focused all of his mind and energy on explaining that ancient spiritual art.

He didn't know why, but he had a feeling that although the mental cultivation method that Wen Yuqing had given him was powerful, his subconscious told him that the other mental cultivation method was far stronger than the other one.

Unknowingly, the sky had already turned bright.

Li Yi slowly woke up and felt his own mental state. He could not help but reveal a joyful expression, even though he had not slept for the entire night, his mental state was still extremely saturated, and he had only just touched this mental cultivation method.

Without a doubt, this made him look forward to it.