Chapter 257: Last Year, Today, This Door

[Book Title: Global High Martial Arts Chapter 257 Last Year, Today, This Door Author: The Eagle Eats the Chicken]

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In the team, many people choked silently.

The principal is dead!

Many mentors also died in the Catacombs, and their classmates, partners, and some people stayed in the Catacombs forever.

Originally, there were nearly 20 students above the third grade and above, one task, one defense of the city, only 15 people came back at this moment.

...

Alloy exterior.

The two gatekeepers became one, and the scarred face disappeared.

That day, the person who said that he was waiting for the crypt to be pacified, and who came to dismantle the alloy house with Fang Ping, was gone.

Fang Ping seemed to have thought of something, looked at another gatekeeper who was distracted, and said softly: "Uncle Scar..."

"Say we're going to catch the girls in the Catacombs."

Some lonely gatekeepers chuckled and said, "That guy, he's been thinking about catching a crypt girl all day long and coming back to train him, so he's satisfied now."

Fang Ping didn't know if Scarface just entered the crypt or died in battle, but he didn't ask any more.

In the past few days, too many people have died.

Everyone stepped aside, outside, warriors were still entering, but there were no low-rank warriors anymore, they were all middle-rank warriors.

The moment he walked out of the ground, in midair, an unknown strong man sang loudly:

"Last year and today, in this door, the peach blossoms on the faces of the people are red, and the faces don't know where to go, but the peach blossoms are still smiling at the spring breeze..."

...

Fang Ping didn't know who the strong man was mourning for.

loved ones?

spouse?

Or those masters who died in battle!

When those old, frail, and injured grandmasters stepped into the burrow, everyone knew that they were going...not coming back!

"Grandmaster..."

Stepping out of the barracks, Fang Ping murmured, is this the Grandmaster?

...

Mowu.

When Fang Ping and everyone stepped into Mowu, dozens of instructors and students from the special training class were waiting at the door.

The silent martial arts ceremony gave Fang Ping the highest etiquette.

Everyone straightened their waists and returned their salutes one after another!

The head is the dean of the Faculty of Arts, the four great masters, three of them are in the Catacombs, and one is in Nanjiang. At this moment, there is no master of Mowu.

Three of the four deans went into the burrow, and only Dean Chen Zhenhua of the Faculty of Liberal Arts stayed behind.

"Principal and the others..."

In the team, the students wept silently, and someone said in tears: "The principal has... died in battle."

"Mentor Wu Jiangping, Instructor Lan Yuru, Instructor Zhou Heran...all died in the burrow."

Chen Zhenhua's face seemed to have paled a lot, and someone in the crowd choked with sobs.

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back..."

Chen Zhenhua murmured, turned around and said, "Go back and rest well, recuperate well, well, everything is well..."

The moment he stepped away, the old man burst into tears.

He knew it a long time ago, and should have been mentally prepared for it!

However, 60 years!

The old headmaster who cared for Mowu for 60 years, just left without a sound, how could he be willing to do so!

The death of Mowu, the death of mankind!

...

On this day, the whole Mowu was shrouded in sorrow.

On this day, when the news was passed out from the Catacombs, everyone in the know grieved.

The seven great masters fought to the death in the Catacombs!

He fought and killed the seven powerful men in Tianmen City, but all of them had no bones left. They fought in the crypt, died in the crypt, and were buried in the crypt.

...

Fang Ping refused to go to the medical room. He only suffered superficial injuries. The moment he came out of the burrow, he just wanted to sleep well.

Forget about the Catacombs, the humans who are still fighting there, and those compatriots who died in battle.

He couldn't wait until the end of the war to retrieve the bones of those mentors and classmates.

He doesn't even have the qualifications to participate in the decisive battle!

Without him, he is too weak.

Even if he can kill the fourth rank, he is still too weak.

In the Catacombs, the Grandmaster would also die in battle. He is a small third-rank, what right does he have to stick his neck and say that he wants to stay?

In less than ten days, Fang Ping felt that he had passed the longest period of his life.

Mowu's students can leave because many people think that these Wuwu college students are the seeds of human masters, so they left these seeds for Mowu.

But what about those warriors in the military department?

What about ordinary people?

...

Fang Ping didn't practice, so he fell asleep and didn't care about the sour smell and blood all over his body.

Forget about the crypt!

Sorrow is the right of the weak, and he doesn't need to be sad. It is the best sacrifice for him to become stronger and calm down the troubles in the Catacombs.

...

When Fang Ping woke up, he didn't feel refreshed, but felt sore all over.

The morning sun shone into the room, Fang Ping felt 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, just like a paradise.

"Like a dream..."

Fang Ping babbled, downstairs, there are students doing morning exercises.

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 strong. They don't know about the Catacombs 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 masters were killed in one day.

The government has not informed the outside world, at least not at this time.

How would ordinary people be terrified when they learned that Huaguo killed seven masters in one day?

Grandmaster, in the eyes of many people, is the sky, the symbol of invincibility.

Only when the Catacombs became known to all the people the next day, those humans who died in battle would be known. However, at that time, what else remained besides an unfamiliar name?

The poor bones beside the Wuding River are still the people in the spring girl's dream.

The human beings who guard the crypt are the noblest and the humblest.

Fang Ping was slightly in a daze, and nodded his head downstairs.

...

Washed up and put on a new set of clothes.

After tidying up neatly, Fang Ping was slightly at a loss when he came out of the dormitory. What should he do now?

After thinking about it, Fang Ping walked to the logistics department.

For the huge Mowu, the only familiar mentor at the moment seems to be old man Li.

The logistics department became increasingly deserted.

The senior students graduated, and the new students have not yet arrived. Most of the instructors have gone to the burrow. The students of the third rank are all recovering from their injuries or practicing. The warriors of the first and second ranks are also on summer vacation at this moment, and some people have already left.

There are not many people in the huge Mowu school at this time.

Old man Li is still there.

The old man didn't smoke his own tobacco, he got a pot of peanuts from somewhere, and was having a drink.

Seeing Fang Ping, old man Li looked up at him, smiled lightly and said, "Have a drink?"

"teacher……"

Old man Li didn't wait for him to finish, and laughed at himself: "I've gone to the burrow, but the old man didn't go, tsk tsk, the principal really thinks highly of me, let the old man break through the master.

Hahaha, if I could break through, I would have done so long ago!

Is the principal afraid that I will die in the burrow?

Old guy, he is dead, and he still cares about other people's death, he really has enough to worry about. "

Old man Li shook his head and said with a smile: "Sit down, why are you standing? Don't you look down on me, old man?"

"No."

Fang Ping sat down. Old man Li suddenly drank the wine in his hand and sighed: "Did you know? In Mowu, 10 mentors, 8 are students of the principal."

Fang Ping was a little surprised.

"Mowu's mentor, is it comparable to local officials? Is it comparable to the governors of various places? Is it comparable to the generals of the military department?"

Old Man Li shook his head with a smile and said, "It's not comparable!"

"Mowu's mentor, to put it bluntly, is much stronger in strength and ability than some local officials! Staying in Mowu, everything you get is not as good as them.

But why do you stay?

Because of the principal! "

"Sixty years ago, when Mowu was established, Mowu had nothing at that time, not to mention competing with Jingwu, and other martial arts universities, it was completely incomparable.

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 now.

He attended Mowu for one year and became a teaching assistant for Mowu. In the second year, he began to be a mentor for Mowu.

The principal's teacher was Mowu's first principal, but the first principal died very early, and his strength was not too strong. At that time, he was only the fifth-rank strength.

A few years after the Mowu school was established, the first headmaster died in battle.

At that time, there were very few strong people, and there were not many strong people willing to be the president of Wuhan University, especially the president of this kind of Wuhan University that had just been established for a few years.

Then... in a daze, the headmaster who had just entered the fourth-rank realm was appointed in the face of danger and served as the acting headmaster of Mowu.

At that time, he was only 25 years old, the 25-year-old president of Wuhan University... Really, no other Wuhan University treated Mowu as a Wuhan University.

The principal's talent is very strong... At that time, the Catacombs had already appeared, and his biggest dream was to cultivate Mowu into a powerful martial arts school that could rival the Catacombs.

Once you entered the Catacombs, you know how strong the Catacombs are, and you also know how ridiculous the principal's dream is!

But he took it seriously, and he has been fighting for this dream for decades. He has taught many students. You don’t know all his students. The principal is very treacherous, and he instills in you the nobleness of being a teacher every day... ..."

Old man Li showed a smile on his face, and said with a light smile: "I remember that time, he brainwashed us every day, being a mentor is better than being an official, a mentor, a master who guides life, and being a teacher is more admired than those officials. ...

Think about it, we are all a group of young people in their twenties, full of enthusiasm, how can we stand up to his daily brainwashing.

We despise officials and spurn businessmen. The only idea is to stay in school after graduation and become a Mowu instructor.

When I graduated, I actually didn’t want to be a tutor. As a result, the old man went to my parents and said that the tutors at Wuhan University are so noble and the salary is so good... Then he beat me up and said that if I dared to leave , he broke my leg...

As a result, I was half-forced and half-fooled by him, so I stayed in Mowudang tutor in a daze. "

This is the first time Fang Ping knows that old man Li is actually a student of the principal!

At this moment, Fang Ping did not interrupt.

What old man Li said was also somewhat incoherent, and he fell into memory, and said with a smile: "Over the years, he has used various means to leave a large number of students as Mowu instructors, which is why Mowu is now prosperous and has two famous schools. status.

Unfortunately, it is still far away from his dream of a school competing against a cave.

He himself was seriously injured because of many battles, and his immortal body was almost wiped out.

Not just physically, but psychologically as well.

In the 60 years of ups and downs, most of the students he taught died in the burrow. Don't look at him and don't say anything, I feel uncomfortable.

Before that, he was preparing to wait for the opening of the Nanjiang Catacombs. He and some seniors went to Nanjiang to fight to the death. I thought... I thought we could wait for a while.

But the situation in the Catacombs of Modu was deteriorating, the old guy couldn't wait any longer, so he rushed in to die..."

Old man Li drank another glass of wine, shook his head and said with joy and sorrow: "Finally he is dead. I actually knew that this day would come, but I didn't expect it to come so soon. His death...is really fun, but it's also Don't think about it, he is dead, what about his dream?

One school destroys one cave...hahaha, not even one city can be destroyed!

The old guy is not weak in bragging. He has been boasting since 60 years ago, but he only lost one of the eight ranks. What a shame!

We are also ashamed and failed to help him fulfill his wish..."

Old man Li smiled and burst into tears. For 40 years, he has been in Mowu for 40 years, and he has been with that old Buxiu for 40 years. He is really reluctant!

I thought I would die first, anyway, you have enough students who died, you should have gotten used to it by now.

But you died earlier than me, and there is only one master, a master, not a mentor!

Fang Ping didn't speak, but poured old man Li a glass of wine.

Old man Li gulped it down, his face gradually returned to normal, and said with a light smile: "If you die, you should die, you should look away at such an old age.

It's embarrassing to talk so much with you kid, and you're actually pissed, don't spread it, or the old man will slap you to death! "

"Um."

"Tell me, what's the situation in the crypt?"

"When we came out, we had already repelled the encirclement of the two cities, and killed a large number of cave fighters and ordinary troops..."

Fang Ping briefly talked about the situation, and old man Li nodded slightly: "The situation is not too bad, it should be able to stop it, only two cities, Huaguo has the strength to calm down, unlike Tiannan, Huaguo has not been able to build Similar to the military town stronghold in Hope City, the passage was too close to the opponent's city, so it was breached.

On the Devil's side, if you want to break through the city of Hope, you can't do it unless there are more than 5 cities working together, but... there will be many casualties.

This time, the two commanders and five high-ranking generals of Tianmen City were killed, and Tianmen City was no longer a concern.

In Dongkui City, there are currently only 4 high-rank players dispatched. Unless they come out in full force, otherwise, the next battle will mainly focus on the middle and low-rank battle. "

As he said that, old man Li suddenly said: "Boy, your generation is even more troublesome!"

Fang Fang showed doubts, old man Li shook his head lightly and said: "Our generation mainly fights against Tianmen City, if Gaopin of Gate City loses more than half of it today, next, the two cities are very likely to merge or form a united front.

In other words, the next time you enter the Catacombs, 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 ours. "

Fang Ping said in a deep voice: "Sooner or later, the catacombs will be destroyed. Sooner or later, I also hope that 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 Catacombs!"

"Yeah...we thought so too..."

Old man Li laughed at himself, thinking so, but the result... was not satisfactory.

After decades of war, not only did not destroy the enemy, but more and more, more and more dangerous.

Can humans really defeat each other?

At this moment, I am afraid that many people are confused.

Old man Li didn't make a sound anymore, he drank wine in a muffled manner. The warriors of the older generation were almost dead, seventh-rank, eighth-rank, ninth-rank... none of these people will die!

It's ridiculous that until now, old man Li and the others don't know how long these strong men can live.

Immortality was originally the acme pursued by ancient warriors, but in modern times, this really does not happen.

Ninth-rank powerhouses, also because of fighting every year, most of them are injured. Once they feel that their condition is not there, they will go deep into the cave and never return.

What is the scene in the depths of the burrow?

Like him at the top of the sixth rank, the master is hopeless, and he will not sit and wait for death. The peak of the sixth rank will either break through or die in battle, and there will be no old age, death or sickness.

Old man Li was silent, and Fang Ping also sat quietly, his mind drifting away. 2k novel reading network