Chapter 102 Those who have blocked or broken meridians
Chapter 102: Those guys whose meridians are blocked or completely broken
"morning."
"Morning."
"Have you finished copying the three alternative lesson plans for today's calligraphy class?"
"Not yet, aren't you anxious?"
"Then you have to hurry up. I heard that the teacher will give grades in class on weekdays, and the scores account for a large proportion of the mid-term exam. If you fail to pass the mid-term exam, no one can help us."
"The mid-term exam actually has to calculate the daily results?"
"I heard from my uncle that he was like this at that time. If Dr. Wu wants to randomly check who has memorized the 3,748-word "Complaint to Conquer Yan", I will definitely not be able to memorize it. You have to do it for me below.
Tip the beginning of the sentence."
"That's natural. My problem is that even if you mention the words for me, I can't recite them."
In front of the academy gate in the early morning, students coming off the carriage saluted and greeted each other.
The sun is shining brightly in the sky, and birds are singing in the mountains and forests behind the courtyard. As spring deepens and summer approaches, the temperature becomes higher and higher. The young students have already changed into their summer uniforms, which are soft and breathable.
, their sleeves fluttered slightly when the morning breeze blew, adding a bit more free and fresh air than before. They started their daily life in this way as usual. They seemed to be complaining and nervous, but secretly they were full of enthusiasm.
The unique confidence of young people.
Ning Que stood among his classmates and answered with a gentle smile. Seeing the excitement on those innocent faces that they had wiped away, he couldn't help but feel secretly amused. He thought that even though time passed by, some things were always the same.
——The three semester exams every year are one of the most important teaching ceremonies in the academy. Their importance is second only to the internship exam for Tang students and the final graduation exam of the academy. How could the young and competitive students not value it? Maybe last night these
The guy who complained that he didn't have time to review the lesson plan stayed up until early in the morning and slept for a short while. By then, he was already able to recite the words backwards and forwards, but he had to deliberately appear calm or even lazy on his face.
The unremarkable morning study session began with Dr. Wu Chentian, a doctor of literature from the academy, reciting books with a strong Jiaozhou accent. Although Dr. Wu Chentian was so impassioned as he recited the essay on conquering Yan by Wang Chongren, a great talent from the Chenghua period,
Tears flowed freely, but the students really couldn't understand his accent, so the atmosphere in the school couldn't help but become a bit dull. In the end, the old doctor wet three handkerchiefs and half a green sleeve, but only received silent yawns from the students.
Fortunately, the old gentleman didn't ask the students to stand up and recite this imperial edict at the last moment. He probably also knew that he could memorize this extremely long edict to a very familiar level after forty years, but he was not suitable to use this standard.
Ask students.
The third bell rang, and Ning Que finally breathed a sigh of relief, hastily packed up his stationery and books, rushed out of Bing House, walked through the alley and walked along the stone path along the edge of the wetland towards Jiujiu. Now
He used the Yongziba method to read books and forget about them. He no longer fainted after reading them like before, so he no longer needed to be so strict about food and rest. The more important reason was that he was very curious or that
I am very much looking forward to what kind of answer the mysterious message leaver will give to the question I left yesterday.
Thumb thump thump thump, he climbed up the stairs, brushed his clothes with his sleeves and kept quiet, saluted respectfully to the quiet female professor by the east window, walked quickly back to the bookshelf, pulled out the thin "A Preliminary Exploration of the Qi Sea and Snow Mountains", and spoke with the fastest speed
He quickly opened it and pulled out the paper with dense handwriting. Ning Que suppressed his excitement and looked at it, then fell into a long silence.
"Our body is like a musical instrument, such as a flute, and the power of thought is the breath that goes back and forth in the flute. The presence of the flute and the breath does not necessarily mean that we can play beautiful music, because the sound comes from the holes of the flute.
of."
"If your flute doesn't even have holes, how can you play it? How can the heaven and earth sense your music if it can't hear it? There are so many ignorances in your snow-capped mountains and seas of energy, how else do you want to mess with it?"
Ning Que looked at the message on the paper. After a long time, he raised his head. He shook his head and looked out the window at the Maolin with a helpless smile. Listening to the sound of cicadas outside the window, he let out a very subtle sigh and said: "
It turns out that this is the truth, it turns out... I am just a flute that cannot play."
Then he lowered his head to look at his chest and abdomen, his eyes falling on the green thin hospital uniform, imagining the unknown shape of the sea of qi and snowy mountains within the flesh and bones under the fabric, as if he saw a lot of holes and no holes.
The rugged path and the clumsy rocky mountain cannot make any sound no matter how it is beaten by the water waves or how gently the lake wind blows.
"The person who can write these words is really a genius!" He couldn't help but glance at the handwriting on the piece of paper again, and silently admired in his heart: "Telling a woman down is a way of telling the truth about reading and forgetting.
, to be able to come up with such a wonderful metaphor as playing the flute after this, if this person is a teacher, he must be the top teacher in the academy."
While admiring, Ning Que's mood was still a little gloomy, thinking about the mindless lakeside Shibuzhong Mountain in his body, and thinking about his stupid wood that he couldn't dig out a hole in.
"A First Exploration of the Snowy Mountains" was put back on the bookshelf and started walking among the bookshelves.
I know the relationship between the acupoints in the Qi Sea and Snow Mountain, the power of mind, and the breath of heaven and earth. I understand that my innate physical constitution is limited. Even if I can use some stupid methods to take a look at the world and fulfill some wishes, I can't really step into that world.
, Ning Que felt that it no longer made much sense to continue reading books by observing the characters and forgetting about them, because for him, entering that world was far more important than having a glimpse of that world from afar.
Not wanting to disturb the innocent calligraphy work of the female professor by the east window, he deliberately slowed down and walked gently while walking back and forth between the bookshelves. The expression on his face had become very calm, or seemed calm, and his calm eyes were on the bookshelves.
He brushed lightly against the densely packed books on spiritual practice, and the titles on the spines that made him think they were extremely mysterious just by looking at them were still a great temptation for him at this time, but they were also very annoying torture.
Suddenly, he saw a book in the bottom corner of the second row of bookshelves. He raised his eyebrows subconsciously, looking a little surprised. There were countless precious and mysterious spiritual books hidden on this floor. This book
It was certainly not the most remarkable one among them, but the name of this book reminded him of some past events.
The title of this book is "Wu Yangyang's Theory of Haoran Sword". It was the three words "Haoran Sword" that reminded Ning Que of the first practitioner he met on the battlefield in his life - the green-clad man at Beishan Pass.
The great swordsman who wanted to snipe the princess Li Yu. The great swordsman was an abandoned disciple of the academy and practiced the Haoran Sword.
He knelt down and pulled out the Haoran Sword. After hesitating and thinking for a moment, he walked back to the wooden floor where he usually sat, sat back under the warm spring sunshine, calmed down for a while and opened the pages of the book.
The cicadas chirped louder outside the window, and the forest seemed even quieter. The rest of the students downstairs didn't know whether they were made drowsy by the chirping, or they were all licking the tips of their pens to prepare for the mid-term exam in a month, without making any sound.
Regardless of any sound, Ning Que sat alone on the floor, between the chirping of cicadas and the silence.
Suddenly, his face suddenly turned pale, and he clenched his right hand into a fist, hitting himself hard on the chest, forcibly shaking himself out of his meditative state, and his eyes no longer dared to fall on the page of the book.
He was still reading in the way of deconstructing Yongzibafa. He also vaguely felt that there was a certain kind of breath in his body, just like the previous days, slowly flowing through the chest and abdomen following the movement of the strokes and the meaning of the strokes, and then he met slumpedly.
Lake wall, but he didn't expect that the writing in "Wu Yang Yang's Theory of Haoran Sword" was actually extremely sharp. When he encountered the lake wall, he did not turn back, but stabbed forward with the aura in his body ruthlessly.
past!
With this stab, Ning Que felt like a real cold sword edge was generated from inside his body, and then stabbed through his heart. The pain was really too terrifying, even if he was torn between life and death countless times,
He had been seriously injured many times, and he couldn't bear it even if he was unprepared!
If he were an ordinary person, he would have let out a miserable cry at this moment, then fell to the ground with a pale face, and then been brought into the real world by the virtual realm, twitching all over his body and fainting.
But Ning Que is not an ordinary person. He has had many similar or even more painful experiences to this moment.
When he was eleven years old, he took Sangsang through the vast Min Mountains for an unknown number of times. He once lost his footing and fell off a cliff. Fortunately, he was stopped by a hard tree protruding from the cliff. But the tree was facing towards the cliff.
The sky stretched out like a sword and a hard branch, but it directly pierced his chest and penetrated into his back. Despite such a serious injury, he still survived, and from that day on, it was difficult for him to suffer any kind of pain.
Feeling fear and despair.
The boy Ning Que who was hanging among the branches on the cliff was not dead, and Ning Que, who was sitting on the sunny floor now, would not have any problems. He didn't even make a groan, he just gasped a few times and then recovered.
Calmly, he looked at the closed book again, with complex emotions on his face, and murmured in a low voice:
"If it hurts, it won't heal; if it heals, it won't hurt. This is a fucking truth that has been passed down forever."
He shook his head, leaned back against the bookshelf, raised his sleeves and covered his lips, and coughed twice, guessing that his lungs were probably injured by the sword intention of Haoran hidden on the page, but it was very strange.
There was no depression on his face at this moment, but a faint excitement.
Pain makes it blocked, so if you endure the pain and force it through, it will naturally no longer hurt, right?
At this moment, Ning Que thought of the waterfall that was suspected to be the Milky Way Falling Nine Heavens, the black oil spurting out from the wilderness plains, the broken fire hydrant and the woman holding a floral skirt next to the hydrant who looked panicked but was actually excited.
The beautiful bare-legged girl reminds me of countless sages and sages in martial arts novels:
Those guys whose meridians are blocked and then unblocked after sleeping, those guys who lost all their skills and then slept in a tomb wrapped in unwoven silk for a few years and then became awesome, those guys who cut themselves with a knife and both the Ren and Du meridians will be severed.
Guys who can become invincible in the world even though they have opened it, guys who have cut off all their meridians but turn themselves into great masters of an inexplicable "one meridian".
These old guys and young guys can do it, why can't I? If those guys can succeed in the end because they have a certain kind of stupidity in their temperament, then is my stupidity more powerful than theirs?
few?
The fierce and arrogant look in Ning Que's clean eyes disappeared. He stood up with difficulty holding on to the bookshelf, walked to the desk next to the west window, polished his ink, and left a message for the guy: "I
Now that I know the importance of clearing my mind, if Haotian is destined to know nothing in my life, then I have no choice but to... open it up myself."