Many, many mentors also died in the caves, and some of their classmates and partners stayed in the caves forever.
Originally, there were close to 20 students who were at the third level and above. One mission and one defense of the city. Now there are only 15 people who have returned.
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Alloy house exterior.
The two people guarding the door became one person, and Scarface disappeared.
That day, the man who said he was waiting for the cave to be leveled and came to dismantle the alloy house with Fang Ping was no longer there.
Fang Ping seemed to have thought of something, looked at the other distracted gatekeeper, and said softly: "Uncle Scar..."
"He said he was going to catch the girls in the cave."
The somewhat lonely gatekeeper chuckled and said, "That guy has been thinking about catching a burrow girl and training her, and now he's satisfied."
Fang Ping didn't know if Scarface just entered the cave or died in the cave, but he didn't ask any more.
In the past few days, too many people have died.
Everyone gave way to the entrance of the passage. Outside, warriors continued to enter, but there were no longer low-grade warriors, but all middle-grade warriors.
The moment he walked out of the underground, in the air, an unknown strong man sang loudly:
"On this day last year, in this door, the human face and the peach blossoms reflected each other's red color. I don't know where the human face went, but the peach blossoms still smiled in the spring breeze..."
…
Fang Ping didn't know who the strong man was mourning.
Relatives?
spouse?
Those same masters who died in battle!
When the old, frail, and injured masters stepped into the cave, everyone knew that they would never return from here!
"Grandmaster..."
Stepping out of the military camp, Fang Ping murmured, is this the Grandmaster?
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Mowu.
When Fang Ping and everyone stepped into Mowu, dozens of instructors and dozens of students from special training classes were waiting at the door.
The silent martial arts etiquette gave everyone in Fang Ping the highest courtesy.
Everyone straightened their backs and returned the favor one after another!
The first ones are the dean of the School of Liberal Arts and the four great masters. Three of them are in the cave and one is in Nanjiang. At this moment, Mowu has no master.
Three of the four deans went into the cave, and only Dean Chen Zhenhua of Yuwen College stayed behind.
"The principal and the others..."
In the team, students wept silently, and some said with tears: "The principal has...died in battle."
"Instructor Wu Jiangping, Instructor Lan Yuru, Instructor Zhou Heran... all died in the cave."
Chen Zhenhua's face seemed much paler, and some people in the crowd choked in low voices.
"It'll be good to come back, it'll be good to come back..."
Chen Zhenhua murmured, turned around and said: "Go back and have a good rest, recuperate well, be well, be well..."
The moment he walked away, the old man burst into tears.
He knew this a long time ago and should have been mentally prepared!
However, 60 years!
The old principal who had carefully cared for Mowu for 60 years just passed away without a trace, how could he let it go!
The mourning of demons and warriors, the mourning of mankind!
…
On this day, the entire Mowu was shrouded in sadness.
On this day, when the news came out from the cave, everyone who knew about it was filled with grief.
The seven great masters died in the underground cave!
They killed the seven powerful men in Tianmen City, but all their bodies were gone. They fought in the caves, died in the caves, and were buried in the caves.
…
Fang Ping refused to go to the medical room. He only suffered superficial injuries. The moment he came out of the cave, he just wanted to have a good sleep.
Forget the caves, forget the humans still fighting there, and forget those compatriots who died in the battle.
He could not wait until the end of the war to retrieve the bones of his mentors and classmates.
He is not even qualified to participate in the decisive battle!
Without him, he is too weak.
Even though he can already kill level 4, he is still too weak.
In the cave, the Grandmaster will die in battle. Why does he, a small third-grade person, have the right to say that he wants to stay?
In less than ten days, Fang Ping felt that he had passed the longest period of his life.
The students of Mowu can leave because many people think that these Wushu students are the seeds of human masters, so they left these seeds for Mowu.
But what about those warriors from the military department?
What about ordinary people?
…
Fang Ping didn't practice and fell asleep, not caring that his body was sour and smelly and bloody.
Forgot about the crypt!
Sadness is the right of the weak, and he does not need to be sad. The best way to make sacrifices is to become stronger in the future and quell the troubles in the cave.
…
When Fang Ping woke up, he didn't feel refreshed, but only felt sore all over.
The morning sun shone into the room, and Fang Ping felt that the sun was so beautiful for the first time.
Sitting up from the bed, Fang Ping walked to the window.
Outside the window, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, making it feel like a paradise.
"Like a dream..."
Fang Ping murmured, there were students doing morning exercises downstairs.
When Fang Ping was standing by the window, someone saw him and quickly shouted: "President!"
"Good morning, President!"
"The president is back!"
"..."
These people from Pingyuan Society are not very strong. They don't know about the cave yet. They only know that many people from the school have gone out to perform tasks.
They didn't know that in a place they didn't know, seven powerful masters were killed in one day.
The government did not report the news to the outside world, at least not at this time.
How would ordinary people be frightened when they learned that seven great masters of China were killed in one day's war?
In the eyes of many people, the Grandmaster is the sky and a symbol of invincibility.
Only until the next day, when the caves are known to all the people, will the humans who died in the caves be known. However, at that time, what else will be left besides an unfamiliar name?
The poor bones by the river are like those in a spring boudoir dream.
The human beings who guard the caves are the noblest and the humblest.
Fang Ping was slightly in a daze and nodded slightly downstairs.
…
I washed up and put on a new set of clothes.
After tidying up and coming out of the dormitory, Fang Ping was slightly confused. What should he do now?
After thinking about it, Fang Ping walked to the logistics department.
In such a huge Mowu, it seems that the only mentor I am familiar with at this moment is Old Man Li.
The logistics department is becoming increasingly deserted.
The senior students have graduated and the freshmen have not yet arrived. Most of the instructors have gone to the caves. The third-level students are recuperating or practicing. The first- and second-level warriors have also arrived for summer vacation, and some of them have already left.
There are not many people in the huge Mowu at this time.
Old Man Li is still here.
The old man didn't smoke his own dry tobacco. He got a pot of peanuts from somewhere and was having a drink.
Seeing Fang Ping, Old Man Li looked up at him and chuckled: "Have a drink?"
"teacher……"
Old Man Li didn't wait for him to finish speaking, and laughed at himself: "We all went to the underground caves, but the old man didn't go. Tsk tsk, the principal really thinks highly of me. He asked me to break through to the Grand Master first."
Hahaha, if I could break through, I would have broken through long ago!
Is the principal afraid that I will die in the cave?
Old guy, you are already dead, and you still care about the death of others. You have enough to worry about."
Old Man Li shook his head and said with a smile: "Sit down, why are you standing? Do you also look down on me, old man?"
"No."
Fang Ping sat down, and Old Li suddenly drank down the wine in his hand and sighed: "Did you know? In Mowu, there are 10 instructors, and 8 of them are students of the principal."
Fang Ping was a little surprised.
"Can the instructor of Mowu compare with local officials? Can he compare with governors of various places? Can he compare with military generals?"
Old Man Li smiled and shook his head: "It can't be compared!"
"To put it bluntly, the instructor of Mowu is much stronger and more capable than some local officials! If you stay in Mowu, you won't get as much as them.
But why do you all stay?
Because of the principal!"
"When Mowu was founded 60 years ago, Mowu had nothing at all. Not to mention competing with Jingwu, it was completely incomparable with other Wuhan universities.
The principal was only the first batch of students recruited by Mowu at that time, but at that time, there was no four-year system like today.
He went to school for one year and became an assistant coach at Mowu. In the second year, he began to work as a tutor at Mowu.
The principal's teacher was the first principal of Mowu. However, the first principal died very early and was not very strong. At that time, he was only at the fifth level.
A few years after the establishment of Mowu School, the first principal died in battle.
At that time, there were very few strong people. There were really not many strong people who were willing to be the president of Wuhan University, especially one that had just been established a few years ago.
Then... out of nowhere, the principal, who had just entered the fourth level, was appointed as the acting principal of Mowu.
He was only 25 years old at that time, the 25-year-old president of Wuhan University... Really, no other Wuhan University treated Mowu as Wuhan University.
The principal's talent was very strong... At that time, the Demon City Catacombs had appeared, and his biggest dream was to cultivate Mowu into a martial arts school powerful enough to compete with the Catacombs.
When you enter the catacombs and know how powerful the catacombs are, you also know how ridiculous the principal's dream is!
But he took it seriously, and spent the next few decades striving for this dream. He taught many students. As for his students, you don't know that the principal is very cunning, and he instills in you the nobility of being a mentor every day...
…”
A smile appeared on Old Man Li's face and he chuckled: "I remember at that time, he brainwashed us every day. Being a mentor is better than being an official. A mentor, a mentor, a master who guides life, a role model for others, and is much more admired than those officials.
…
Think about it, we are all a group of young people in our twenties with a lot of passion, how can we withstand his brainwashing every day?
We despise officials and spurn businessmen. Our only idea is to stay in school after graduation and become a magic and martial arts instructor.
When I graduated, I actually didn’t want to be a tutor. As a result, the old man who didn’t practice went to my parents and told me how noble the tutors at Wuhan University were and how well treated they were... Then he beat me up and told me to leave if I dared to leave.
, he broke my legs...
As a result, I was half forced and half fooled by him, so I stayed in Mowu as a mentor in a daze."
This was the first time Fang Ping knew that Old Man Li was actually the principal's student!
At this moment, Fang Ping did not interrupt.
What Old Man Li said was also a little incoherent. He fell into memories and said with a smile: "Over the years, he has used various means to retain a large number of students as magic martial arts instructors. That is why the magic martial arts is now prosperous and has two famous schools.
status.
Unfortunately, the dream of one school competing against one cave is still far away from his imagination.
He himself was seriously injured due to many battles, and his immortal body was almost destroyed.
Not just physical injuries, but also psychological ones.
After 60 years of ups and downs, most of the students he taught died in the battle in the caves. Even if he didn't say it, he was feeling uncomfortable.
He had been preparing to wait for the Nanjiang Caves to be opened before. He and some seniors went to Nanjiang to fight to the death. I thought... I thought we could wait a while longer.
But the situation in the Demon City underground cave deteriorated, and the old guy couldn’t wait any longer, so he hurriedly went in to die..."
Old Man Li drank another glass of wine, shook his head and said with a mix of joy and sorrow: "I'm finally dead. I actually knew this day would come, but I didn't expect it to come so soon. His death... was a relief, but it was also
Don’t think about it, what will happen to his dream if he dies?
One school can be destroyed, one cave... Hahaha, one city can't be destroyed!
The old guy is not weak in bragging. From 60 years ago to now, he only lost one eighth grade. How shameful!
It’s shameful for us that we couldn’t help him fulfill his wish..."
Old Man Li smiled and burst into tears. He had been in Mowu for 40 years and had been with that old man for 40 years. He really couldn't bear to part with him!
I thought I would die first. Anyway, you have had enough students die, and you should have gotten used to it by now.
But you died earlier than me. There is only one master, a master, not a mentor!
Fang Ping said nothing and poured a glass of wine for Old Man Li.
Old Man Li drank it all in one gulp, his face gradually returned to normal, and he chuckled: "If you die, just die. At such an old age, it's time to look away.
It’s embarrassing to talk so much to your kid, and actually pissed off a horse, don’t spread the word, or the old man will slap you to death!”
"Um."
"Tell me, what's the situation in the cave?"
"When we came out, we had already repelled the siege of the two cities and killed a large number of cave warriors and ordinary troops..."
Fang Ping briefly explained the situation. Old Li nodded slightly and said: "The situation has not deteriorated too much. It should be able to stop it. It is only two cities. Hua has the strength to pacify it. Unlike Tiannan, Hua has not been able to build it."
Similar to the military stronghold in Hope City, the passage was too close to the opponent's city, so it was breached.
On the Magic City side, if you want to attack the City of Hope, it will only work if more than five cities join forces, but... there will be many casualties.
Having killed two commanders and five high-ranking generals of Tianmen City this time, Tianmen City is no longer a concern.
In Dongkui City, there are currently only 4 high-level people dispatched. Unless they all come out in full force, the next battle will mainly focus on the battle between mid-level and low-level people."
As he spoke, Old Man Li suddenly said: "Boy, your generation is in even more trouble!"
Fang Ping looked suspicious, Old Man Li shook his head slightly and said: "Our generation mainly fights against Tianmen City. Now that Tianmen City has lost more than half of its high-quality products, it is very likely that the two cities will merge or form a united front.
In other words, the next time you enter the cave, you will no longer face the familiar warriors of Tianmen City, but Dongkui City.
The battlefield is no longer within a hundred miles of Hope City, but has spread to a radius of 500 miles.
This means that the risk is higher.
And you people may be the main force to fight against them in the future, so the pressure will be greater than us."
Fang Ping said solemnly: "Sooner or later, the catacombs will be destroyed. Sooner or later, it's the same. I also hope that the problem of the catacombs will be solved in our generation. I don't want our descendants to continue to risk their lives in the next few decades."
, continue to fight against the burrow!"
"Yeah...we thought so too back then..."
Old Man Li laughed at himself, thinking so, but the result... was not as expected.
After decades of war, not only have the enemies not been eliminated, but they have become more numerous and more dangerous.
Can humans really defeat each other?
At this moment, I'm afraid many people are confused.
Old Man Li didn't say anything anymore and just drank. The older generation of warriors were all about to die. Seventh-grade, eighth-grade, ninth-grade... none of these people died!
What's somewhat ridiculous is that until now, Old Man Li and the others don't know how long these strong men can live.
Immortality was originally the ultimate pursuit of ancient warriors, but in modern times, this situation has never happened.
Most of the ninth-grade experts are injured due to fighting every year. Once they feel that they are not in good condition, they will go deep into the cave and never return.
What is the scene like deep in the cave?
A sixth-grade peak warrior like him has no hope of becoming a master, and he will not sit still waiting to die. Sixth-grade peak warriors either break through or die in battle, and they never die of old age or illness.
Old Man Li was silent, and Fang Ping also sat quietly, his mind a little far away.