Su Luo looked at Mo Yunqing quietly to see what she wanted to say.
But to Su Luo's surprise, she suddenly smiled coldly and turned to the child and said, "You are so blocked that you will never be able to practice in this life. You are a waste!"
There were so many people watching below, and no one expected that this holy aunt of the Mohist family would speak so cruelly.
However, in this northern land, the Mo family has lasted for countless years and been in power for countless years. The words spoken by Weiyang Palace are imperial edicts, and no one dares to speak out.
Zhu Xiaowei raised his eyes and stared at Mo Yunqing quietly with his cold eyes.
Those eyes are bright, clear, and full of perseverance that is rare for children!
Mo Yunqing felt a slight chill running down her spine when she was stared at by this child.
Isn't he just a waste? Why do you feel this way? Could a miracle really happen to this child?
Mo Yunqing glanced at Su Luo and suddenly thought of Su Luo... Will this child be picked up by Su Luo?
Thinking of this, she asked Zhu Xiaowei before Su Luo: "Do you really want to enter Weiyang Palace?"
"I want to practice." Zhu Xiaowei's pink face was tense and his thin lips were pressed into a straight line.
Mo Yunqing glanced at Su Luo coldly, and said to Zhu Xiaowei: "If you want to practice, let's see if you have the fate! Since you want to try, then I'll give you a chance, go ahead!"
Mo Yunqing pointed at the staircase.
The stairs that stretch up the mountain are not ordinary stairs. There are formations on the stairs. The higher you go up, the greater the resistance, and the more spiritual power is needed to resist.
For Zhu Xiaowei, who is physically strong but has zero spiritual power, this is simply an impossible task.
and.
As time passed, some of the children who had climbed up early had given up and walked down silently, some had fallen unconscious and were carried down by people from Weiyang Palace, and some were struggling to hold on.
Walking at the front of the team was a boy about thirteen or fourteen years old.
"Forget it, Zhu Xiaowei, you should give up. The first place is already close to the top of the mountain."
"Weiyang Palace only accepts one person. Even if you go up at this time, it will not help. What's more, you can't go up at all, so you better not be embarrassed."
"If I'm not mistaken, the young man in first place is the Young City Master from the Mo City Master's family, isn't he? This spot must belong to him, Zhu Xiaowei, what else are you going to do?"
People who knew him or not were helplessly trying to dissuade the child who had no spiritual power at all.
Because in their opinion, this child's choice was thankless.
But Zhu Xiaowei looked around with firm eyes, and then slowly took the first step.
Zhu Xiaowei's steps up the stairs were slow but steady.
One step, two steps, three steps.
Ten steps, twenty steps, thirty steps.
…
When everyone saw Zhu Xiaowei walking up the mountain as if there was no one around, just like taking a leisurely stroll in a garden, without feeling any strenuousness at all, everyone's eyes widened in surprise.
"Why does this Zhu Xiaowei seem to have no difficulty at all?"
"Could he really be able to walk up there?"
"How is that possible? It's just that the first one hundred steps test physical fitness rather than physical ability, so Zhu Xiaowei has no problem walking at all, and it's even easier than many people. But after one hundred steps, do you think he can still walk?
We can't walk so fast." An uncle in the crowd sighed.
"I bet he can never walk one hundred and fifty steps!"