There are six subjects in the academy, and the subjects are worrying. For Ning Que, the three subjects of Shu, Yu, and She can be easily picked up, but the remaining three subjects of Rites, Book, and Music still torture him to death.
The second subject of Rites can be memorized by rote. He believes that as long as he regains a big heart that loves grades more than money, he will definitely be able to overcome this hurdle.
However, those musical instruments were really neither his specialty nor his favorite. Whenever he was in the study room holding a hole in his hand and feeling speechless, he couldn't help but think of Chen Pipi's first two messages. In those messages, the other party was not polite.
He compared him to a stupid piece of wood without eyes, a flute that cannot be played. Looking at the hole in his hand, he had to admit that this was probably some kind of restriction imposed on him by Haotian.
He wanted to graduate from the academy and enter the second floor, and he had already missed one semester exam. Naturally, he could not fail to take the exams every time and become the hero of the blank papers. There was no hope for Leke, so he paid extra attention to the study of the other five subjects.
Besides academic pressure, there were other reasons that made him work so hard.
Since the mid-term exam, most of the students in Bingshe, including most of Bingshe's classmates, thought that he had abandoned the exam to avoid fighting due to illness and had a very bad temper. Although they had not ridiculed him in front of him, not many people were still willing to talk to him.
His eyes and mannerisms were full of avoidance and alienation.
It doesn't matter if he is ignored or deliberately left out. He is not a person who would put his hot face on the other person's cold butt. If he is marginalized from the academy group, then he will study hard and study hard. It's just that sometimes he walks alone.
When he was in the academy, his mood would still be a little low.
At this time, he will comfort himself with the experience of being a provincial-level three-star student and receiving indifferent looks from his classmates in his previous life: As the saying goes, if a tree is beautiful in the forest, the wind will destroy it;
It must be wrong, as the saying goes, the first rafter always rots first, the fattest pig in the pen...
Bah! He spat hard into the wetland filled with shallow water and thin green grass. Ning Que raised his chin and ignored the two classmates who came towards him and wanted to ignore him. He leisurely held the paper bag in his hand.
Go old.
Walking up to the second floor of the old building, he bowed respectfully to the female professor and put the paper bag in his hand on the desk by the west window. He walked to the bookshelf and glanced at the densely packed books on spiritual practice. Although he could already sense the
Breath of Heaven and Earth, he even won a lot of money with this, but unfortunately, these books are still as difficult for him to understand as wordless heavenly books. He can only remember the strokes but still cannot store a single word in his mind.
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I took a thick "Dictionary of Appreciation of Ten Thousand Methods", sat back on the floor under the west window, looked at the blazing sunshine outside the building through the gap in the window, and began to read boringly.
Time passed by minute by second, and when he read the seventeenth page using the Yongziba method, the blazing sunlight between the windows disappeared silently, and the night enveloped the old man, but he had no intention of getting up and leaving.
The pretty female professor by the east window finished today's small regular script, packed up her pen, ink, paper and inkstone, gently rubbed her wrists and stood up. When she saw Ning Que leaning against the wall and looking at the thick dictionary in a daze, she couldn't help but smile gently.
Without reminding Ning Que that it was getting late, he walked out of the old town quietly.
The night was getting darker, and the runes on the bookshelf had a faint luster. Ning Que was not frightened, but stared at the runes carefully, watching the luster disappear in an instant, and the runes returned to white.
It looked like a rough dust, and then he watched the bookshelf slide away silently against the wall, and a fat young man came out panting.
This was the second time Ning Que and Chen Pipi met, apart from countless exchange of messages. When they met for the first time late at night, Ning Que was on the verge of death and unconscious. After waking up in the morning, he was too tired to look carefully at this scene.
What did the guy look like? Today, he refused to miss this opportunity and stared at it with bright eyes for a long time.
"I said you are really fat."
Ning Que looked at Chen Pipi and clicked his tongue in admiration: "I really don't know what you have eaten in the past sixteen years to be so fat, but fortunately you are round and strong enough, and you don't look too obscene.
Disgusting. But there is one thing I really don’t understand. You are really the only genius boy who passed the A-level in the six subjects in the academy’s admission examination for a hundred years? You also passed the A-level in the imperial examination? Where can the military find a military horse that can carry it?
How can I still run so fast if I have to move you?"
As soon as they met, they heard such a long story. Chen Pipi's big round face was full of shame and anger, and his soybean-like eyes were shining with anger, and he said angrily: "Yuke...Yuke...I chose to drive."
!”
Ning Que suddenly realized it and sincerely praised: "This is a very wise choice."
Chen Pipi covered her forehead, too lazy to pay attention to him, and asked directly: "Why do you want to see me?"
Ning Que smiled gently and said, "We'll talk about those other things later. I brought you some food."
While he was talking, he took out a few large white steamed buns and some pickles and other things from the paper bag, and greeted him warmly: "Let's eat and talk at the same time. The pickles in the Academy Kitchen Hall are pretty good. I didn't know you had some in the mountains."
I don’t have to eat it. The steamed buns are a bit cold, and I don’t know if you can get used to it or if you can be full.”
Chen Pipi looked at the food on the ground and refused to sit down at all. He said in disbelief: "I know you are asking for something from me, but I didn't expect that you were asking for someone else and you only brought a few cold steamed buns and pickles. Where is this?"
Is it the attitude of asking for help? I said you should at least bring a few bowls of crab roe porridge, right?"
"The crab roe porridge in the kitchen hall has to be paid for separately. It is not included in the room and board fee, so why waste it." Ning Que chuckled and continued to greet him to sit down, "And let's not use such ugly words as asking for help between us. We should
It’s like learning from each other.”
"Compare?" Chen Pipi looked at him contemptuously and said, "You alone are qualified to compete with this genius?"
Ning Que continued to wave to him to sit down, and replied seriously: "I have just started on the road, but who knows who of us can go farther on this road in the future? If you treat me better now, I will do it again in the future.
If I return my favor to you, you won’t necessarily suffer a loss. Besides, I can teach you math, right?”
Chen Pipi was really stunned by what he said. She hummed proudly and sat down next to him. She reached out and picked up a cold steamed bun, then picked up a handful of pickles and put it into her mouth to eat.
"Why do you always act at night? Wouldn't it be better to meet during the day?" Ning Que said.
Chen Pipi chewed the steamed buns and replied vaguely: "Senior Sister Yu has been sketching here during the day. How dare I come here? You have to figure it out. The rules of the academy strictly prohibit us from helping students outside the building. I leave you a message to give you advice at my own risk.
You're in danger of being beaten up by your senior brother, so why don't you show your gratitude."
"Isn't this inviting you to eat steamed buns?" Ning Que responded with a smile: "I know the academy has strict rules, and those teachers are always beating people with their fists. Why do you sound more afraid of the second senior brother?"
Chen Pipi glanced at him and knew that this guy was curious about the situation in the mountains behind the academy, so he sneered and said: "Compared with the fist rules of the second senior brother, the rules of the academy should not be too gentle."
They were both sixteen or seventeen years old and had a huge appetite. The two of them ate up the steamed buns and pickles like a whirlwind. Chen Pipi went to the east window and stole the female professor's water bottle. He took two sips to moisten his throat, and then he rubbed it
He rubbed his stomach and looked at Ning Que, pretending to be indifferent and said: "Tell me, what do you want to know today? If you want to ask how to enter the second floor, don't worry. Although the teacher loves me very much, I don't care about such a big thing.
I can't speak."
"We have known each other for many days. Do you think I am the kind of person who wants to get something for nothing?" Ning Que smiled disdainfully to cover up his disappointment, and then said: "Today I just want to ask you for advice. I can sense the breath of heaven and earth now, so what happens next?
?”
"You have just entered the realm of first acquaintance. First cultivate your mind and calm down and stabilize your cultivation. Don't be greedy for too much." Chen Pipi explained seriously. Suddenly, his brows frowned, and he was secretly gesticulating behind his back.
The right hand holding the handprint froze, and he slowly raised his head to look at Ning Que's brows, and asked with some hesitation: "You only have ten orifices?"
Ning Que honestly said: "I tried Vipassana last night. The picture in my mind was too blurry. The Qi Sea and Snow Mountain were like two ink dumplings. I really couldn't tell how many of the seventeen orifices were open. I want to ask for your help today."
Let me see."
Chen Pipi shook his head and sighed and said: "Don't look at it. You really only have access to the ten orifices, and you are standing on the line of life and death of being able to practice. If you have less perseverance, there will definitely be no possibility."
He looked at Ning Que with an expressionless face, thinking that this guy had taken such a precious Tongtian Pill. Although he didn't know it, he was sure that he had other adventures. He finally changed his destiny and succeeded in forcibly opening the orifice. This was already an anomaly in the world.
However, in the end, such an unusual number still only has access to ten orifices, which is a low-level talent. It is really regrettable and pitiful.
There was no trace of resentment on Ning Que's face. He was slightly startled and then said with a smile: "It's better than knowing nothing."
"You don't have to be completely disappointed. People who can enter the second floor are not necessarily spiritual geniuses." Seeing that he did not feel sorry for himself, Chen Pipi felt the need to comfort him, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Teacher
You never choose a disciple based only on your cultivation potential. If you can achieve perfection in other aspects, you might also be able to gain access to his Dharma, and then you won’t be able to move to the second floor even if you don’t want to."
Ning Que knew that he was comforting himself, so he smiled gratefully, and his eyes subconsciously fell on the row of bookshelves behind him. He knew that behind the bookshelves was the passage leading to the legendary second floor, but he didn't know if he would be so lucky in the future.
, or...are we really going to pry open this bookshelf like the female professor said in the future?
Withdrawing his gaze, he continued to ask: "If the first state of acquaintance is to sense the existence of the breath of heaven and earth, then how to use it next? I can now sense the existence of specific things through the breath of heaven and earth, but I can't move.
I'm not greedy about them, I'm really curious."
"Can you sense specific things?" Chen Pipi looked at him with wide eyes.
"Yes." Ning Que pointed his fingers and gave an example: "On the first night, I felt the candlelight, then the pillow, the paper, the money on the bed... the leaves in the yard, and a bowl of hot and sour noodles.
Soup."
Chen Pipi's eyes widened even more, thinking that to perceive specific things, one needs to live in harmony with the vitality of heaven and earth, and also needs to communicate back and forth with the vitality of heaven and earth. Only in this way can the outer ends of things be perceived through the vitality of heaven and earth. This is... only possible in the realm of perception.