Chapter 121 What will you do after you can practice?
Chapter 121: What will you do after you can practice?
"The word old friend is not used appropriately." Zhong Dajun stared at the back of the figure in the rain-covering corridor and said angrily: "Who knows what the coincidence was that His Highness met him once and was deceived by him."
In front of the study room, the burly Chu Zhongtian scratched his head and said: "Your Highness met Ning Que. I mentioned it to the elders in the family after I returned home. The fifth uncle later wrote a letter saying that he had asked Hua Shanyue, the captain of Gushan County.
, saying that this Ning Que was a soldier from Weicheng, and His Highness accompanied him all the way back to the capital. It must have been some effort. His Highness remembered this, so he occasionally looked after him in Chang'an City."
Chu Zhongtian was the best-educated among the thirty-seven grandsons of Chu Xiongtu, the general of the Sixteenth Guards of the Tang Dynasty. He was very favored in the house. The elders would not avoid him when discussing the rights and wrongs in the court, so his words were always unfavorable.
Believable.
"It seems that we just met by chance that day. As for helping His Highness on his way back to Beijing..."
Zhong Dajun said lightly and mockingly: "What kind of contribution can he make as a small soldier? By the way, helping to set up tents and lead horses to pick up dried dung can be considered as contribution. Your Highness is virtuous and benevolent. It's not surprising that he occasionally takes care of him. It's just that
I really didn’t expect that this villain would dare to use His Highness’s reputation to promote himself, his character is really despicable.”
After hearing this, Situ Yilan, who had been sitting silently by the case, suddenly stood up, looked at Zhong Dajun and said, "When did Ning Que use His Highness's reputation to elevate himself? His Highness returned from Weicheng, and Ning Que did what he did along the way.
What, I know better than you, if you just pick up dried excrement, do you think His Highness will come to see him in person that day?"
She raised her eyebrows and said in a deep voice: "You said that Ning Que is a villain and has a despicable temperament. Then I don't know what it means to talk about people behind their backs like you do? If you really think that he is so unworthy, you can confront him in person
Point it out, but it's a pity that just like what he said before leaving, you didn't dare because you are still afraid of him."
Zhong Dajun's face became extremely ugly. He never thought that when Ning Que had offended most of his classmates, this noble lady from Chang'an would still be willing to speak for him. He suppressed the anger in his heart and argued: "I'm not afraid of him, it's just that everyone is afraid of him."
He is a gentleman, why should he roll up his sleeves and fight with that young barbarian?"
Situ Yilan didn't want to talk to this so-called talented man. She looked back at her companion who was whispering to Xie Chengyun, frowned slightly, and asked angrily: "Wucai, are you coming back?"
Jin Wucai secretly glanced at Xie Chengyun's face, then looked at Situ Yilan with a smile and said, "You go back first, I'll stay for a while... I'll go read some books."
Situ Yilan knew that going to old school to read was just an excuse, so she didn't bother to pay attention to it. She packed up her utensils, walked up to Xie Chengyun, looked at this famous Southern Jin talent, and said: "Wucai is my Tang Dynasty
Imperial Sacrificial Wine’s most beloved granddaughter, although you are very talented and famous in the Southern Jin Dynasty, please go up to the second floor first.”
Xie Chengyun instantly understood what she meant, smiled slightly, and said confidently: "I will work hard."
Zhong Dajun was not angry that Situ Yilan had spoken for Ning Que earlier and said sarcastically: "If Third Young Master Xie can't enter the second floor, then I think no one in this class of the academy will be able to enter. Or do you think... Ning Que can enter?
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Situ Yilan frowned and glanced at this person, turned around and walked away angrily. In front of all the classmates in the dormitory, she couldn't swear that Ning Que could enter the second floor? Not to mention that she didn't believe it, she believed that Ning Que wouldn't even dare
There is such luxury.
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After eating three slices of fried steamed buns with a bowl of golden millet porridge in the kitchen hall, Ning Que walked through the wetland as quickly as possible, walked into the quiet old house, and entered the second floor. This second floor was not the other one, but
For him, this floor, filled with the faint scent of old books and ink, is also of extremely important significance.
I don’t know whether it’s the light scent of books that calms the mind, or the fact that the closed west window blocks the blazing sunshine, making the building cool and pleasant. Walking into the second floor, Ning Que was filled with complaints and resentments that he had been teased out of the study room earlier.
, just like the heat and sweat on the body, it was wiped away in an instant.
Walking to the east window, he looked at the female professor, who was slender and had a gentle and peaceful face. Ning Que bowed respectfully as usual. After he straightened up, he looked at the female professor's face, which was so beautiful that her age could not be seen.
, thinking about the day before yesterday when the other party left me, who was seriously injured and about to die, in the building and ignored him, I felt strong confusion in my heart, and wanted to ask the other party a few words, but in the end I still didn't dare to make a mistake.
The female professor seemed to have forgotten the scene she saw the day before yesterday, and that the young man next to her had been slumped against the wall in the building waiting to die. She nodded her chin slightly as usual, without looking at Ning Que or saying anything.
, quietly looking at the small regular script of the hairpin on the paper. If you don't look carefully, it would be difficult to spot the slight movement of her jaw.
Ning Que laughed at himself, scratched his head, and stopped thinking about those things. He walked back to the bookshelf and squatted down. He took out the "Wu Yang Yang's Theory of Haoran Sword" and sat on the floor by the west window, letting in the light through the window paper.
The glimmer of light reads attentively.
In the past, Qi Hai and Snow Mountain had no understanding of the secrets of practice in Guanlou. He could not remember the secret books at all. At first, he even fainted when he looked at the numbers. Later, when he learned to use the eight methods of Yongzi to separate characters, he was able to understand the deep meaning of some of the handwriting in the book. However,
The meaning of those writings still made him extremely distressed. For example, the meanings of the writings in this Haoran Sword Book were like sharp sword rays, piercing his heart and heart, causing him unbearable pain.
Although he still cannot clearly know how many apertures his Qi Sea and Snow Mountains have penetrated, he can feel the breath of heaven and earth like a tranquil sea in the world, which is enough to prove that the words "pain means no understanding" have been pitifully adopted by Haotian.
Take it away from him, so he really wants to know what difference it will make when he reads these books now.
It was indeed different. The hidden meanings of the ink marks on the books entered his mind through his eyes, and then gradually dispersed into his body. When the sword light began to circulate, he no longer felt the unbearable feeling in his chest.
Instead of pain, it turned into a somewhat depressed feeling... blocked, very blocked, very blocked.
This feeling was very bad, and it easily reminded him of potions like Ma Yinglong, so after looking at it for more than half an hour, he shook his head and put down the book, walked to the west window and started to leave a message for Chen Pipi.
"First of all, I got through, you can congratulate me. Secondly, why do these books still seem useless? Thirdly, do you have any simple and feasible methods to teach me? Finally, thank you."
With a slight regret, Ning Que went downstairs in the dusk and took a carriage back to Lin 47 Lane in Chang'an City. Then he began to look forward to his college life tomorrow, because he wanted to know what Chen Pipi would write in his message.
What.
He didn't know that his regret was actually a very unsatisfactory emotion. If the Xiling Haotian Temple or some Buddhist sects knew that a young man who had just entered the realm of first acquaintance, he expected to be able to do so within a day.
Then he began to practice formally, and they would definitely kick this young man out on charges of greed or greed and ignorance.
If the teachers of the academy knew that one of their students had penetrated ten of the seventeen orifices of Qihai Snow Mountain, they would think that they had truly become a peerless spiritual genius and they could not wait to learn the academy's secret skill, the Haoran Sword.
He praised him for being so fucking narcissistic, and then asked him to stretch out his palm and slap his palm a hundred times.
The Suzaku portrait carved by the previous saints on Chang'an Avenue, the mysterious big black umbrella behind him, and the Tongtian Pill from a certain place in Xiling. No matter which of these three things they are, they are the most precious and magical in the world.
existence, but if it were one of them alone, it would still not be enough to cause such changes in his body.
In the world of spiritual practice, there has always been a saying that spiritual practice is just a matter of the selected human beings who are lucky enough to pick up the gift given by Haotian. If they want to allow an ordinary person who is born unable to practice to practice, that is to change his fate against the will of heaven, and to be able to practice.
The ability to defy the will of heaven and change one's fate can only be a miracle. According to ancient records or word of mouth, only the Haotian Temple of the Xiling Divine Kingdom possesses this ability, and this requires those high-level priests to pay a huge price.
Therefore, the ordinary practitioner next to Minshan Mountain, the Talisman Master in charge of the assessment by the military, the old man Lu Qingchen on the trip, and Chen Pipi who left the letter did not need to hesitate at all to simply conclude that Ning Que was unable to practice.
However, when the three most magical beings in the world, Suzaku, Black Umbrella, and Tongtian Wan, had a relationship with Ning Que at the same time, the slowly rotating wheel of life in the world trembled very slightly. (This sentence can be ignored)
In that dark morning, first the practitioner Yan Suqing used his lifelong cultivation to defeat the defense of flesh and blood on his chest. Then the Suzaku's top wing turned into an invisible spear and pierced through the wound into his Qi Sea Snow Mountain. Then Suzaku used
The invisible fire burned everything it touched, and Ning Que should be dead by now.
The big black umbrella played a key role at this time, protecting his last vitality like a willow shade that blocked out the sun, and reshaping the snowy mountains in his body with the endless cold power of the night sky. This alone was not enough, because
This reconstructed microscopic world inside the body is so fragile and unstable and may collapse at any time.
At this time, Chen Pipi offered a Tongtian pill like a virgin offering her virginity.
God rewards those who work hard. He probably lived too hard and tired in the past ten years, so Haotian started to make up for it, right?
Ning Que didn't know that what he met was the most magical luck in the world. Even if he knew it, he couldn't understand the truth. He was still dissatisfied and regretful after his fate was changed against heaven. This kind of dissatisfaction and regret really made people angry and speechless.
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Chen Pipi was speechless and angry.
Seeing the word "congratulations" and guessing that the guy was forced to change his destiny and really embarked on the path of spiritual practice, Chen Pipi couldn't help but open his mouth wide and was speechless for a long time. He strongly doubted whether his eyes were
it took.
He also didn't know about the magical battle between the Suzaku Painted Statue and the Big Black Umbrella on the long street, with Ning Que's body as the battlefield, but as a peerless cultivation genius jointly cultivated by Xiling and the Academy, he could guess some reasons and consequences, but
No matter how he guessed, he could not guess that Ning Que would be able to obtain such an almost miraculous opportunity!
The shock lasted for a long time, and he didn't know what to say at all. A strong feeling of envy and jealousy arose deep in his proud but gentle heart. When he saw the message on the paper, he became even more uncontrollably angry.
It was a hot summer day. Although there was a cool breeze in the middle of the night and the chirping of cicadas outside the west window gradually faded away, Chen Pipi was sweating profusely. He unbuttoned his clothes and splashed ink and wrote angrily:
"First of all, I don't want to congratulate you because this is too ridiculous and incomprehensible. Secondly, it's not that reading is useless, but that you, a practicing idiot, are useless. Thirdly, I admit that I am jealous of you at this time, so I don't want to give you any advice.
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"Finally, please thank Haotian and your eighteenth generation ancestors first, and as for me... thank your sister."
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When he was very young, it was true that when he was very young, Ning Que had been brainwashed by a sentence. That sentence probably means this: the knowledge a person masters is like a circle, the more things you know, the more
The larger the circle, the more you will find that you don’t know more and more things.
He used to be fed up with this sentence and couldn't understand why his mother and teachers kept educating him with this pessimistic tone. But now that he finally entered the world of spiritual practice, he found that this sentence was indeed true and so real.
People are extremely at a loss because they find that there are more things they don't understand.
After seeing Chen Pipi's message, he followed the message very seriously and read the spiritual books on the second floor, but he couldn't figure out the reason.
In this life, I am used to the more linear thinking mode of carrying three knives on the grassland to kill people, which is not a bad thing. After confirming that it is impossible to move forward for the time being, Ning Que decided not to think about it anymore, but to do something more important.
things.
No one can imagine what the first thing Ning Que did after confirming that he could practice cultivation.
He didn't hold a wine pot and sing and write ink all day long. He didn't go to the academy teachers and shout that I can do it, I can do it, and strongly request to enter the art department for intensive study. He also didn't go to the Princess Mansion to find Li Yu and say with a shy face that I am very invested now.
It was worth it. Except for the two of them who were secretly happy in the old pen studio, like two fools, they looked up at each other from time to time, and then laughed inexplicably. He just gave Chen Pipi a few words, and then he
So I went to Nancheng.
Tonight, at the entrance of the famous Gouxing Casino in Nancheng, a pair of nervous master and servant were talking in a low voice.
The black-haired boy with a childish face and hollow cheeks raised his head and glanced at the gold-painted signboard of Gouxing Casino. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva that was caused by nervousness or greed, and asked in a slightly hoarse voice: "Sang
Sang, do you think that if we win too much later, will we be hunted down by people from the gambling house?"
The dark-skinned little maid also had a nervous expression. She held a heavy box in her right hand and huddled behind the young man. Listening to the noise coming from the dim light, she said in a trembling voice: "Master, I'm more worried.
Does the method you think of work? You can see the points on the dice by sensing the vitality of heaven and earth? Are you sure? If you lose all your money later, you can't be so anxious that you put me on the line.
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"What kind of nonsense are you talking about? Besides... people in gambling houses may not be willing to take you on board." Ning Que rubbed his hands nervously and said, "As for certainty, I didn't perform for you many times last night.
Already? Master, I have never fought an uncertain battle in my life. We will definitely win. The key is how to run after winning."
"Guaranteed to win..."
Sang Sang didn't seem to worry about how to run at all. After hearing Ning Que say that she was sure to win, she bit her lip lightly and made up her mind. She took out a small star made of paper from her old belt and said softly: "
I took two hundred taels of silver from under the bed and exchanged it for a banknote. There are still more than one hundred taels in the box... Young Master, take all of them and win more."