C3 A Wooden Platform to Lift a Stone

If he wanted the Heaven Reaching Path, he naturally didn't want to take it for himself. The word 'Deng' in this Heaven Reaching Path was a verb.

He refused the tempting opportunity to go to the Calendar Pavilion.

The crowd exploded once again. Everyone looked at Chu Zhao as if they were "unable to support Ah Dou. " All kinds of angry shouts filled the air.

"You. . . Have you really made up your mind?"

Bo Le felt very shocked. In this world, There was someone who could refuse the Calendar Pavilion?

"En!" Chu Zhao nodded and said in a gentle and powerful manner, "I am very sure. "

Bo Le restrained the emotions on his face and placed his hands behind his back. He stared at Chu Li for a long time before speaking again. "But not everyone can climb the Heaven Reaching Path. "

There was a stone the size of a millstone on the platform. The surface of the stone was polished by a craftsman until it was extremely smooth. It was very difficult to hold it. After weighing it, the weight of this stone was determined to be 123 jin.

One, two, three. It was like the tone of a story. It was also a symbol of starting point. This was the first step of the Heaven Reaching Path.

Bo Le pointed at the rock and said to Chu Zhao, "Raise the rock above your head and walk twenty rounds around the platform. "

In the crowd. The guide did not give this young man any chance to show off. He directly chose the most direct and cruel test.

Some people could not bear to look at the youth's thin and weak body again. They lowered their heads and sighed for the youth's stubbornness. They felt deeply regretful.

Chu Zhao touched the surface of the stone. It was very smooth, and the friction between his hands and the stone had been reduced to the minimum. This meant that he needed more strength to lift it.

However, what was worth comforting was that this stone was a disk, not a ball.

Lifting the stone up was the first hurdle, because the smooth and smooth surface of the stone was seamlessly seamless with the ground. One could not reach under the stone and pick it up. The most effective way to pick up the stone was to grab both ends of the stone and use great strength to firmly hold it.

This was what Chu Zhao was going to do. He placed his hands on both sides of the rock.

"Do you think this young man can lift the rock?"

Someone said worriedly when he saw the young man's frail appearance.

"Difficult! Even I might not be able to lift this stone. "

A man with a big waist said.

"I think it's best if you can't lift it. If he really did lift it up, he would lose all his strength. It would be a tragedy if the rock fell down. "

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Chu Zhao grabbed the rock and lifted it above his head. Like a weed under a rock, it broke out of the ground.

Everyone was shocked.

The young man's movements were very neat and clean. In just an instant, he had completed the magnificent feat of catching rocks and lifting rocks. He did not hesitate at all, and was as fast as a goshawk pouncing on a rabbit. Many people did not even see his movements clearly. It was as if they blinked their eyes and the rock that grew on the ground reached the top of the young man's head.

"This young man. . . Is really born with extraordinary strength!"

The burly man said in shock. His face was full of disbelief. He subconsciously compared his thick arm with the young man's small arm and could not help but feel a heavy blow.

"It seems like the young man's background is even more extraordinary than we imagined. "

Someone in the crowd said, "I actually saw a trace of true qi on the young man's body just now. This young man is very likely a cultivator!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd started to clamor, and words of shock continuously sounded out.

There were even some people who were brainstorming about the background and background of this young man. An orphan would not be able to eat or dress well. His greatest wish in life was to live. Until one day, he met a beggar or a master like the Taoist priest who took him in as a disciple, and from then on, he began his extraordinary life.

Most of the stories in the books were like this, and most people were willing to believe such words of changing one's fate. Perhaps everyone was dissatisfied with their current situation and hoped that a different fate would befall them. Unconsciously, they admired the young man's stubborn choice.

Chu Zhao raised the stone and straightened his arms, like two straight sticks that could not be bent. Then he started to walk.

That was the first step.

The tip of his right foot was only a little bit more than his left foot. To be more precise, the step he took just now was not to take a step, but to move, to move.

In the next moment, sweat had already drenched his forehead like rain.

Sweat rolled into his eyes. It was so stimulating that his eyes needed to blink continuously to relieve the discomfort. Then, his eyes began to clean foreign objects, so his tears fell like rain. The sweat and tears made his eyes somewhat blurry, and he could not see the road ahead clearly.

"Come on!"

The muscular man shouted loudly. His voice was very loud and very abrupt, causing people to look at him in surprise.

The man felt a little uncomfortable from being looked at. Annoyed, he pushed aside the crowd and stood at the front. Clenching his fists tightly, he shouted loudly, "Young man, do your best! Do your best!"

The thick beard on his face kept trembling in the air. He looked like a fan who kept cheering for his idol.

However. . . His face looked a little hideous.

"Come on!"

A shout came from somewhere. It was short and powerful, and it was the most sincere blessing.

"You can do it, young man!"

"Good luck!"

"You can definitely do it!"

. . .

The crowd exploded, and all kinds of encouraging voices sounded particularly hot on this cold and empty grassland.

Slowly, the voices of the people converged together. It sounded like the beating of drums on the battlefield, and every beat struck Chu Zhao's heart.

"Do your best! Good luck! Come on! "

The young man even gave everyone a bright smile, revealing a row of white teeth.

However, his eyes were red, and his tears and sweat even stained the front of his shirt.

He looked very pitiful.

Thus, people's shouts became even more intense.

Chu Zhao raised his right foot once again. Although the angle he raised his right foot was still not big, it was a huge improvement compared to before.

Then he changed to his left foot.

Then his right foot, left foot, right foot. . .

One step, two steps, three steps. . .

This was the meaning of one, two, three steps. This was the beginning of the Heaven Reaching Path. His purpose was to tell people that the only thing he wanted to tell them was to "persist. "

One lap, two laps, three laps. . .

Under the encouragement of the crowd, the young man actually completed nineteen laps. As long as he completed the last lap, he would be able to reach the Heaven Reaching Path as he wished.

It was just that it was too tiring, too tiring.

His entire body was aching. Every time he took a step, he felt as if all the muscles in his body were being torn apart. What was even more terrifying was that his two hands and arms were completely numb.

This meant that he didn't know if the stone above his head would fall down or when it would fall down. This meant that if the stone fell down, his ending would definitely be the same as the things the bailiffs cleaned up, turning into nourishment for the grassland.

But even so, he did not have any thoughts of giving up. Instead, he wanted to do his best to solve a problem.

He couldn't see anymore.

Sweat was really very stimulating to his eyes. His eyes had already swelled up. Because of the acidic stimulation of sweat, he couldn't open his eyes anymore.

Thus, he could only close his eyes. His slightly trembling eyelashes were like catkins drifting in the wind. He tried to make his path correct based on the range of his memory.

He took 79 steps southeast, then 54 steps west. There was a corner there.

He stopped.

He could not remember whether he had taken fifty-four steps or fifty-three steps. If he had taken one more step, he would have fallen off the platform. If he had taken one less step, he would have deviated from the route. So he stopped and kept thinking about the steps he had taken.

This tall platform made of Nanmu wood wasn't square or rectangular, nor was it circular. It was an irregular nine-sided shape, and the length of each side was different.

Twenty laps around the wooden platform was twenty laps around the largest side of the platform. Red lines were drawn on the edge of the wooden platform, and only twenty laps around the edge of the red line and the wooden platform could be considered a success.

This kind of difficulty was a challenge to anyone, unless it was a cultivator who practiced Qi from the Heavenly Exchange Meeting. However, looking at the young man's appearance and condition, he didn't seem like an expert. Even though there was a trace of Qi in his body that continuously helped him recover his Qi and blood, it was still far from the realm of Qi Control.

In other words, the young man wouldn't be able to last until the last round.

The crowd slowly quieted down, and the air suddenly became stagnant. Everyone held their hearts and waited for the young man's next move. No one made any strange sounds, and they even deliberately slowed down their breathing. No one was willing to disturb the young man's thoughts at this moment.

The burly man was somewhat anxious. One of his hands had unknowingly climbed onto his messy beard. When he saw that the young man did not dare to take a step forward, he was so anxious that he pulled off a handful of his beard without feeling any pain.

"Two more steps!" The man shouted loudly.

"Two more steps?" Chu Zhao slightly turned his head and opened his mouth towards the source of the voice. A drop of sweat just happened to seep into his mouth from the corner of his mouth. He pursed his lips very lightly.

He held the stone and took two more steps forward. He changed his position and remembered that it should be thirty-nine steps later. So he walked thirty-nine steps and changed his position again.

"No, no, no!"

"Wrong, wrong!"

"Young man, you still need to walk forward a bit more! "

"Don't be in a hurry to turn around. Turn around and turn around!"

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Because there was a precedent, people were especially enthusiastic. Everyone wanted to help this young man persist until the end, but when the warnings of so many people rushed into Chu Zhao's ears, he heard a buzzing sound.

In an instant, he felt his head become heavier. He staggered and was on the verge of collapse.

People's hearts instantly jumped to their throats. They were all feeling sorry for what happened to the youth next. It ended just like that?

Peng, peng, peng. The youth took three steps forward in a row before he was able to stabilize his body. However, his body still did not truly maintain its balance. However, as long as he took another step, he would be able to regain his balance.

"Don't take that step! North and South!"

The man roared.

Hearing the sound, Chu Zhao forcefully changed his direction and stepped down, but the stone above his head began to lean forward.

The rock was about to fall.

Chu Zhao raised the rock and started running. As long as his speed was faster than the rock falling down, the rock would not fall down.

He ran 29 steps and fell off the wooden platform.

The stone flew out and hit the grass, creating a huge splash.

"Okay!"

Everyone began to cheer and shout. They all rushed towards that stubborn youth.