Volume 1 The Empire in the Morning Chapter 173 Life is like a title, all kinds of idiots (1)
Volume One: The Empire in the Morning, Chapter 173: Life is like a title, all kinds of obsessions (Part 1)
The senior brothers and sisters in the mountains behind the academy are either from an isolated island in the South China Sea or other countries, or their families are far away. None of them live in Chang'an City. After meeting the fresh and pleasant little book boy of the second senior brother
, Ning Que once had the idea of moving into the back mountain with Sangsang. However, he thought that he was a newcomer in the academy after all, and how could he be qualified to be compared with his second senior brother? He made such a request just after entering the mountain, which always gave people a feeling.
He felt that he had a big face, and secondly, although the back hill was beautiful, it always lacked the atmosphere of the city, so he became the only day student in the back hill of the academy.
Sangsang hurriedly went to Xifang to buy a lot of pens and ink and strange materials according to the list he made before the night lights were turned off in Fangshi. Then he started busy cooking, cutting vegetables and reporting to him at the same time.
The business situation of Laobi Zhai today.
"Business was very good today, especially in the morning. The threshold was almost broken by someone. Didn't I repair the shop door yesterday? It turned out that it was not strong enough, and it was squeezed a little more today. After confirming that the young master was not at home, in the afternoon
There is a shortage of talent.”
Sangsang suddenly thought of something, wiped his wet hands on his apron, walked back to the back room, took out a thick stack of name cards and invitations, put them on the desk, and said, "Many people left these
Thing, please let me have a gathering with you, young master, because there were too many people and names were all written on the posts, so I didn’t remember them.”
Ning Que glanced at the invitation and the name card, and then at the rune books as high as a hill next to him. He thought to himself that he was already so busy at this time, how could he have time to go to these appointments? After thinking about it, he
He said to Sangsang: "After dinner, you can choose one of these invitations and put the important ones aside for later processing."
"How to choose? How to deal with it?" Sangsang asked seriously. As Ning Que's maid, she had never had any experience in dealing with these imperial figures, and she didn't know which invitations were important.
"Just like choosing vegetables, keep the fresh and expensive ones, and put aside the stale and cheap ones. As for what is fresh and expensive...I have told you about the imperial official system before, do you remember?
Those with higher official positions are more expensive. If you want to handle it, let me handle it. I'll write a reply first to show my courtesy. I think all those officials want is my words."
Listening to his answer, Sangsang frowned slightly and whispered: "Master, your handwriting can be sold for money now. Wouldn't it be a pity to just write a reply and send it back to others?"
Ning Que smiled and continued to lower his head and memorize what he saw in front of him. He had just read half of the dozens of thick rune books, and he really had no time to think about other things.
Master Yan Se gave him a total of thirty-three rune books, which recorded the runes left by previous generations of rune masters. There were a total of 387 volumes and 24,777 runes.
Like the sea.
Ning Que took a quick glance at it first, looking at the runes that had different appearances and seemed to have nothing in common with each other for a long time. He found nothing, and instead frowned more and more.
According to Master Yanse, these runes are only for his reference and experience. As for the final stroke, it all depends on his own understanding. It’s just that these runes look like tadpoles, graffiti, raindrops, and silk threads, but they don’t look like words.
Like the ink ball in a painting, how can you use it to experience what you need?
Picking out a book at random from the mountain of classics, he found that it happened to be the first part of the third volume, which was the beginning of the water volume. Ning Que's spirit perked up slightly, and he thought to himself that since it was the beginning, it would probably be about water.
Regardless of the relationship, water is the most indispensable and closest thing to human survival and life. Maybe it will be easier to understand.
The first part of the water scroll has four pages. Ning Que carefully read it from beginning to end and found that there were many similarities among the more than a hundred runes drawn on these four pages. Most of them were from top to bottom.
There are six ink lines, but the thickness, length, and especially the combination and arrangement of these six ink lines are different. Among the strangest runes, the six ink lines are even completely entangled together.
"Are these all water characters? One river is more than one river?"
Ning Que frowned and stared at the rune at the top of the water scroll, staring at the six neatly arranged ink lines with a slight bend in the middle. His mood gradually became calmer. In his eyes, the ink lines turned into flowing water, and he vaguely seemed to see rain.
It slipped from the eaves and fell into the rainwater accumulated on the bluestone slabs. Several rainflowers bloomed, and then merged with the surrounding rainwater again.
Beside the desk were materials such as pens, ink, and cinnabar. The things he ordered Sangsang to buy were ordinary and cheap, but according to Master Yanse, these were necessary materials for writing talismans.
Ning Que stopped looking at the six ink lines on the book, poured water into the inkstone and began to slowly grind the ink block. When the ink and ink could no longer be separated, he took a medium-sized stick from the stand and gently dipped it into the inkstone to absorb the ink until it was full.
His movements were gentle and calm, but in fact, he was following the instructions of Master Yan Se, causing the thought power in the sea of consciousness to slowly cross out of the snowy mountain air sea, pass through the paper window, and fall into the well in the small courtyard, and experience it carefully
The vitality taste of water.
I lifted the pen and took out the inkstone, but my wrist was stiff above the inkstone, and I couldn't put down the paper.
Ning Que frowned slightly, looked at the six ink lines on the roll again, and used the eight methods of Yongzi to forcibly dismantle them in the sea of consciousness. He felt that the six ink lines suddenly separated, then quickly floated away, turning into a black rain cloud, covering his head.
, but for some reason, the already dark rain cloud refused to drop a drop of water.
His wrist trembled slightly, and Ning Que was about to pick up the pen and put down the paper, but he stopped in the end. He clearly felt in his heart that although he felt the meaning contained in the well water and this talisman, he still could not write it out.
The talisman that belongs to you cannot connect your feelings with the water in that well, which is wrong after all.
It's late at night and the candlelight is gradually burning.
There are two more bowls of vegetables and a bowl of white rice on the desk, and a bowl of water is placed under the lamp, swaying gently in the night breeze.
Ning Que stood by the window and the desk, looking at the runes on the water scroll. His body stiffened, and his right hand holding the brush trembled slightly. He had maintained this posture for a long time, but the pen in his hand
But still can't put it on paper.
Sang Sang was sitting on the bedside, embroidering shoes, and looked up at him at the desk from time to time.
She had already eaten a few hours ago, but she did not call Ning Que to eat, because she knew that Ning Que was in a lot of trouble at this time, and knew that Ning Que was habitually working hard again. Although she was worried, she
I'm used to it, so I'm silent.
Ning Que has a very good or very bad quality. Whenever he encounters a problem that he is interested in solving, he will definitely put all his energy into the process of solving the problem.
Before, he couldn't sleep at all. No matter how fragrant the food was, it was as hard to chew as a candle in his mouth. He felt that the world around him did not exist at all.
In that world, he was regarded as a genius largely because he had the spirit to solve problems. However, this spirit was often very troublesome for those who encountered it. Because he
He will forget to eat, he will not be able to sleep, he will torture his body until it is extremely weak, and even put his life in danger, until he finally solves the problem, or regains his sense and confirms that the problem is beyond his ability.
Only then will you wake up.
After Ning Que saw the Taishang Induction Chapter for the first time at the border fortress, he stayed awake for half a month, forcing himself to enter a meditative state all the time. He must be able to sense the vitality of heaven and earth around him. He was still young at that time
The very young Sangsang took care of him hard for half a month, until finally Lian Weicheng's former general couldn't stand it and asked his soldiers to whip Ning Que awake. This period of time ended. Afterwards, Ning Que and Sangsang both
Got seriously ill.
It was the same situation last year when he first came to the old world. At that time, Ning Que stayed up until he was unconscious every day and was thrown out of the building. His face was pale and he took a carriage home. He vomited on the bed like a drunkard until he vomited blood. He stayed by the bedside every night and didn't dare to sleep.
The ripe ones are still mulberry.
After Sang Sang finished embroidering this piece of flowers, she raised her head and rubbed her sore wrists. She glanced at Ning Que, who was dazed at the statue of Youruo by the desk, and then continued to lower her head to embroider the soles, hiding her worried look in her eyes.
deepest.
Over the years, she has become accustomed to Ning Que going crazy every time he solves a problem.
Over the years, Ning Que has become accustomed to having someone beside him to take care of him whenever he goes crazy and solves problems.
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It's late at night, the oil is gone, and the lights are out.
I don't know when Sangsang woke up from sleeping undressed on the bedside. She rubbed her eyes and glanced at the bright sky outside the window. She found that Ning Que was still standing in front of the desk, still maintaining the posture of picking up a pen and wanting to write.
.
Sangsang walked over and opened the window, looked back at the desk, and found that there was still not a single ink dot on the white paper. Ning Que, who had suffered all night, was very exhausted, and his dry eyes were full of bloodshot eyes.
Sangsang stood by the window, sat down in the chair with her eyes open, and found that her whole body ached, as if she were rusty.
After rubbing his face vigorously with hot water, brushing his teeth, eating, and drinking a pot of hot tea, Ning Que regained some of his energy, put the water scroll from the desk into his sleeve, and prepared to go out to the academy.
Standing in front of the old pen studio, he looked back at Sangsang and said after a moment of silence: "The problem encountered this time... seems to be more troublesome than the previous times. It may not be solved in a few more nights. From now on
Starting tonight, you don’t have to stay up late with me anymore. Although I haven’t gotten sick for more than half a year, you still have to pay attention to your health. If my body is broken, I still have you to take care of me. If our bodies are both broken, we will always be there.
It’s impossible to ask Aunt Wu next door to look after us.”
Sangsang nodded.
When he arrived at the academy, classes had already begun in each building. Ning Que walked alone to the old back along yesterday's route, took a deep breath, and walked into the clouds in front of the mountain road.
When the fog comes out, it is still the clear morning light and the beautiful cliff scenery.
On the carriage coming from Chang'an City to the academy, Ning Que closed his eyes and rested all the way. His energy was a little better. Looking at the beautiful scenery, his energy was even higher. He held the book in his sleeve tightly and thought with confidence,
Later, go lie on the lawn for a while, and then continue reading. The wonderful place on the mountain behind the academy may also be helpful in understanding the Tao of Talisman.
Just as he was about to take a step, a clear voice suddenly sounded beside him.
"Junior brother...ah, you came just in time."
Ning Que turned around and looked at the seventh senior sister who was wearing a goose-yellow college spring uniform. He quickly bowed respectfully and said, "I have met the seventh senior sister."
Seventh Senior Sister looked at his features curiously and asked with concern: "Why do you look so low-spirited?"
The biggest difference between senior sister and senior brother is that the senior sister is definitely a woman, and the seventh senior sister is a woman who looks very young and very beautiful. No matter how old a man is, he will never talk about himself in front of a young and beautiful woman.
No, he admitted that he was not in good spirits. So Ning Que responded with a smile: "I entered the back mountain of the academy yesterday and I was a little excited, so I didn't sleep well."
"Oh, then I don't have anything to worry about."
The Seventh Senior Sister took out a note from her sleeve and handed it to him, smiling and saying: "You know that I am responsible for maintaining the formation in the fog. This month happens to be the day of overhaul, and a lot of materials are needed, so please go to the front yard to get it.
, you can just go to Professor Wen Lan directly."
Ning Que opened his mouth slightly, remembering Chen Pipi's last triumphant laughter yesterday, and began to regret his answer just now, and replied with a grimace: "Yes, Seventh Senior Sister."
"Move quickly." Seventh Senior Sister smiled and said a little embarrassedly: "There are some fabrics in the array that need to be replaced in a while. I have to trouble my junior brother to do it."
Ning Que's mouth opened even wider, and he pointed helplessly at the thick fog behind him and said, "Senior sister, you mean that I'm going to go into the fog to help you change materials later? I... can see in the fog.
Not very good.”
Seventh Senior Sister smiled like a weak woman, and then slapped his chest hard like a reckless man, and said: "Since I want your help, how can I treat you like a blind man? I want to check the situation at the center of the array, and I can't go there by myself.
, I only bother you."
"Trouble is not a word that should be taken seriously." Ning Que opened his eyes and said, "Maybe I should go and catch Chen Pipi first? The two of us should be able to do it faster."
"Little junior brother, although you were familiar with Pipi before entering the mountain, he is your twelfth senior brother now, so he should be called by a title." The seventh senior sister looked at him with a sweet smile and said: "On the second floor of my academy,
Although it is not as rigid and pedantic as those sects and sects in the world, we still need to pay attention to things like respecting teachers, respecting Tao, respecting brothers, and respecting brothers and sisters."
There was something different in the senior sister's words. How could Ning Que not understand it? As a junior who had just entered the second floor of the academy, how could he have the right to refuse?
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When Ning Que came to the academy and entered the back mountain the next day, his expression became more and more haggard, his eyes became drier, and his bloodshot eyes became denser. He had not slept for two nights, and yesterday he was ordered around the mountain like a coolie by the Seventh Senior Sister. Although he was the third
I had an intimate encounter with the magic of the formation in the fog, but my spirit was extremely bad.
Walking out of the clouds and mist, thinking about what Senior Sister Seven said yesterday that the overhaul would take at least a month, and that it had to be completed before the Master and Senior Brother came back, he felt chills all over his body, and his lower body scurried away like a field mouse.
Entering the back mountain covered with dense spring forests.
After entering the back mountain, he did not take the usual mountain path, but went to the deep grass and forest. Seeing the mirror-like flat lake on the cliff below getting smaller and smaller, he saw the line-like waterfall on the opposite cliff getting thinner and thinner, thinking to himself
Now the Seventh Senior Sister would definitely not be able to find me again, so she couldn't help but feel relieved. She rubbed her cheeks that were numb from exhaustion, and leaned against an ancient pine tree behind her to look into the distance. It felt very comfortable.
"Hey, someone actually entered the mountain? Hey, it's you? Hey, why are you here, little junior brother? Are you bringing us food?"
Two vigorous and tired voices suddenly sounded from the side of the vigorous ancient pine. They were obviously two people talking, but the voices seemed to be mixed together, as if they came from the lips of one person.
Ning Que was startled, and looked back in astonishment. He saw a stone table beside the ancient pine trees, and two men with long beards and unruly hair, who could not tell their age, were sitting opposite each other. It was already late spring, and there were people even in the mountains.
There was a lot of enthusiasm, but for some reason the two men sitting at the stone table were still wearing thick winter clothes from the academy, and the clothes were full of stains and had not been washed for an unknown period of time.
He instantly guessed that these two people must be the fifth and eighth senior brothers introduced by Chen Pipi. He suppressed the shock in his heart, bowed respectfully and said, "Ning Que has met these two senior brothers."
"Junior brother, it's great that you're here. Come quickly."
A man with dirty hair and beard raised his hands tiredly and said, I don't know if he is the fifth senior brother or the eighth senior brother.
Ning Que walked over as he was told and found that the stone table was carved with dense straight lines horizontally and vertically, which turned into a stone chessboard. There were dozens of black and white stones on the board, some in the east and some in the west, which could not be seen.
So come.
At this moment, he was suddenly startled. He looked down and saw that one of the senior brothers' hand had reached into his arms.
"This senior brother..."
"I am your eighth senior brother."
"Eighth Senior Brother...why do you want to put your hand into my arms?"
The eighth senior brother retracted his hand tremblingly and asked in confusion: "Little junior brother, why don't you have anything to eat?"
Ning Que was speechless, thinking, are you two just kids who want to ask for candy when you see someone?
"Junior Brother... No, Twelve came to us the night before yesterday and told us that from now on you will be responsible for delivering food to us, so he didn't come to deliver food to us yesterday, and as a result, you didn't come either." Eighth Senior Brother was pitiful.
Xixi looked at him and said in a trembling voice: "Junior brother, we haven't eaten for two days and two nights. Why didn't you bring anything to eat today?"
Ning Que opened his mouth wide, but could not speak. He thought to himself, I haven't slept for two days and two nights, am I still responsible for your food problem? Although he was thinking this, he looked at the two beards next to the stone scale.
The senior brother with messy and dirty eyes looked hungry and thirsty. He seemed to see two pitiful little birds waiting for food. He couldn't help but sighed and said, "Then I... will find food for you."
The fifth senior brother who had been silent and only expressed his longing for food with his eyes, heard that he would have food soon and was no longer in danger of starving to death. His spirits suddenly lifted. He stroked his long beard on his chin and said seriously: "Hey...
Don't be in a hurry, you won't starve to death if you don't eat for a day."
The eighth senior brother held out three fingers in front of the fifth senior brother and said in a trembling voice: "You idiot, we haven't eaten in three days."
The fifth senior brother seemed unable to see the three fingers so close at hand. He looked at Ning Que and said seriously: "Next game, you play first."
After hearing this, the Eighth Senior Brother retracted his finger, nodded in agreement and said, "That's right, that's serious business."
Ning Que looked at the two senior brothers who were about to starve to death, and Wu Yan thought that if they really starve to death, they deserve it.
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On the third day, when Ning Que left the Laobi Temple in Lin 47 Lane, the paper on his desk was still as white and clean as the first snow, without leaving any ink stains. The morning light from the mountain behind the academy shone on his face, making him smile every time.
The haggardness and fatigue in his eyebrows and the increasing number of bloodshot eyes in his eyes became clearer and more pitiful.
He walked out of the clouds and mist towards the mountains. Before he could take two steps, he was blocked by a wisp of goose yellow. Senior Sister Seven looked at him gently and said: "Little Junior Brother, I know you may have been busy yesterday, but it shouldn't be too busy today."
Are you busy?"
Ning Que looked at the Seventh Senior Sister, picked up the heavy food box in his right hand, and said sadly: "Senior Sister, yesterday I was dragged by the Fifth Senior Brother and the Eighth Senior Brother to play chess for a day. I am in a hurry to give them food now, otherwise they will
I will really starve to death.”
"That's it." Seventh Senior Sister raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Don't let those two idiots delay your practice time. Playing chess and playing the piano is the last step after all. If you follow me to overhaul the battle method, it will be somewhat beneficial to your own practice.
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Ning Que responded repeatedly and promised to go to the Hu Pavilion to watch his senior sister's embroidery as soon as he came down from the mountain. Then he worked hard and worked hard to help his senior sister maintain the formation. Only then was he able to escape, but in his heart he thought that he would not be able to survive or die later.
Go down the mountain and see where you can find me.
When he arrived under the pine tree, he looked at the two senior brothers beside the stone platform who were so hungry that they were so hungry that they were unable to speak, but their eyes were still staring at the chess pieces on the table. Ning Que put down the food box and said, "Brothers, hurry up and eat.
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The food box was opened, and the food that Sangsang prepared overnight was still warm and exuded a very light fragrance. The two senior brothers sat up straight and trembled, and began to eat. From time to time, they raised their heads and glanced at Ning Que resentfully, exhaling vaguely and full of regret.
exclamation.
"My junior brother is indeed not a clumsy person. When it comes to chess, he is truly clumsy."
"Junior brother really didn't concede the chess position. He has never played chess before."
Yesterday, during a talk at Panasonic, Ning Que lost twelve games in a row. The two senior brothers finally confirmed that he was the legendary bad chess player who didn't even have a bottom, so they stopped dragging him to play chess. But for Ning Que, this was
This is the real blessing and I feel very comforted.
After Panasonic delivered the meal, he went deep into the clouds.
He decided to take advantage of the half-day break he had finally stolen, or to study the books left by Master Yan Se.
However, before he could walk a few steps, a man walked out from among the flowers and trees in the dense forest, grabbed his sleeve, and asked foolishly:
"Junior brother, where are you from? Where are you going?"
Ning Que stared blankly at the eleventh senior brother with his hair covered with broken flowers, and suddenly felt the urge to cry. Fortunately, the eleventh senior brother did not ask the younger junior brother who you are, otherwise he might have fainted on the spot. After a moment of silence, he threw him away.
The eleventh senior brother ran wildly down the mountain with his wrist, shouting in a hoarse voice: "Seventh senior sister, where are you? I'm here to help you."
In the lake pavilion at the foot of the mountain, Seventh Senior Sister's fingers holding the embroidery needle froze slightly. She raised her head and looked into the mountains and forests. She thought in surprise: "Why is the new Junior Brother so diligent? Compared with him, Pippi is a complete scumbag.
ah."
In the small courtyard in front of the waterfall, the second senior brother raised his eyebrows slightly and praised the proud big white goose at the foot of the stairs.
How could I not be happy?"
Behind a hut somewhere in the mountains, I was grabbing a chicken leg and chewing on tangerine peel. I wiped my oily face, turned my head and looked into the depths of the mountain forest. I sighed in shock: "To please my senior sister, I am so coquettish that I have to declare loudly."
, Ning Que, I am indeed not as good as you!"
The sound of the piano and flute gradually stopped in the dense forest of Yaping, and a conversation began.
"I suddenly remembered that we forgot something."
"That's right, I haven't invited my junior brother to listen to the newly composed piece last month."
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During the days when he entered the second floor of the academy, Ning Que had a very fulfilling life, very fulfilling, even to the point of being almost exhausted. The brush in the old pen studio has never fallen down, and the snow-white paper is still snow-white, and he solves the problem every night
It was difficult to sleep. When I went to the academy early in the morning, I still had to deliver food and water to Senior Brother Matsushita, and was busy doing many things.
If he didn't want to be caught discussing philosophical issues by the eleventh senior brother, he would become a coolie enslaved by the seventh senior sister. Occasionally, he would be forced to enjoy the music of the ninety-two senior brothers' new works. It was obvious that he was sitting among the long grass at that time.
He was so sleepy that he kept nodding his head. Unexpectedly, it fell into the eyes of the two senior brothers, but it became evidence of his musical talent. If he didn't hear the meaning of the music, why did the younger junior brother nod his head frequently in admiration?
The hot towel Sangsang handed over was getting hotter and hotter, but it still couldn't wash away his fatigue. Day and night, he was floating in the vast and mysterious world of Talisman and astronomy, with mountains of shit in his eyes and a blank look in his eyes.
Sluggishly, the fingers exposed outside his sleeves kept drawing runes in the air, and kept copying the tens of thousands of characters memorized in his mind, looking like a fool.
In the academy meadow, Chu Youxian looked at the miserable Ning Que and said in shock: "How did you become like this?"
Situ Yilan and Jin Wucai handed over the invitation from the mansion, and invited him to visit the mansion on behalf of the elders of the family. After listening to Chu Youxian's words, they noticed that Ning Que's expression was extremely haggard, and couldn't help but be startled.
Ning Que took the two invitations and stuffed them into his arms, clasped his hands with a numb expression, and walked back up the mountain, looking a little lost.
The three of them looked at Ning Que's slowly walking back, and were so shocked that they couldn't speak for a long time. Situ Yilan shook his head vigorously, and then drove Ning Que's ghost-like face out of his mind, and murmured: "
Is there a ghost on the second floor?"
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"Holy shit! You're in hell!"
Chen Pipi was so frightened that she jumped back twenty meters, then hesitated for a long time before walking back, looking at Ning Que's face in shock and speechlessness.
Ning Que said feebly: "You are the one who has seen a ghost."
Chen Pipi nodded and said seriously: "Yes, you do look like a ghost now."
Ning Que looked at the forest with a dull expression and said, "I have indeed seen ghosts. In the mountain behind the academy, I saw two starving ghosts who only knew how to play chess and even wanted to be fed. Two of them could only play the flute.
The elegant guy who plays the piano for his own entertainment and doesn't even notice that I'm asleep insists on letting me sit there and listen, and the philosophical guy who grabs people and asks them shitty questions..."
Then he turned to look at Chen Pipi and said painfully: "And you, such a heartless coward."
"I know this is an inhuman life, but don't forget that I have lived it for several years." Chen Pipi looked at Ning Que and timidly replied: "But no matter how hard it is, I have not become the respectable person you are now.
Rong. What happened to make you look like this?"
"I'm learning the Tao of Talisman from Master Yan Se." Ning Que looked at him with a confused expression and said, "But after studying for so long, I can't even figure out the way. This thing is too difficult, and it's so difficult that there is no direction.
It’s so difficult that I have no idea, so I’m not happy.”
"Have you used your Yong Zi Ba Fa?"
"I've tried every trick, but I still can't find any way."
Ning Que slowly lowered his head and said tiredly: "I actually feel afraid of difficulties and feel a little hopeless... Do you know? This is the first time in my life that I have felt hopeless in learning."
Chen Pipi thought about Ning Que's desperate appearance while practicing, and nodded subconsciously.
Ning Que shook his head and said: "Even when I found out that I couldn't practice in Weicheng, I was not as desperate and wanted to give up now, because when I fell asleep at that time, I always felt that I was meditating, and now I am facing those rune books.
, even if I enter a meditative state similar to sleep, I still know very clearly that I can’t do it.”
Chen Pipi looked at his haggard face and gloomy eyes, and suddenly said: "I will take you to a place to see a person."
Ning Que asked: "Where are you going? Who are you looking at?"
"Don't let Senior Brother Eleven hear these two questions of yours," Chen Pipi said jokingly.
Ning Que wanted to laugh when he heard this, but was too tired to raise his eyebrows.
Chen Pipi looked at his pitiful appearance, sighed, grabbed his sleeve and walked somewhere behind the mountain.
Before reaching a cliff, Chen Pipi stopped, looked at him and said, "Last time you climbed to the top, you saw an old gentleman. You thought he was also a senior, but he was not."
Ning Que thought of the old gentleman and asked, "You said you didn't know what to call him."
Chen Pipi said: "I really don't know what to call him. That old gentleman entered the back mountain of the academy very early. I heard that he was earlier than the senior brother and second senior brother. Logically, we should call him uncle, but the teacher
But he said that this old gentleman is not a member of the academy."
Suddenly, Ning Que remembered the hidden branch bosses in many stories, such as the great wise man who gave guidance to the male protagonist, and his spirits suddenly lifted. He stared at Chen Pipi and said: "This old gentleman... is good at Talisman Dao?
"
"No." Chen Pipi shook his head and said, "This old gentleman doesn't know how to practice Taoism. He doesn't know how to practice anything."
Ning Que stared at Chen Pipi and asked, "Then why did you bring me to see him?"
"You said this is the first time in your life that you are afraid of difficulties and want to give up. Then let me ask you, do you like to practice?"
After Ning Que was silent for a long time, he firmly replied: "I like it."
Chen Pipi looked at him and said: "Since you like it, you should stick to it. I brought you to see this old gentleman just to show you that a person who is truly obsessed with something will never give up easily."
"Since that old gentleman can't practice cultivation...then what is he obsessed with? What does he like?"
"Reading..." Chen Pipi said with emphasis: "He just likes reading."
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(This chapter has 8,000 words. It took a long time to write. I always hoped that I could write it in an hour, but that is really an idiot’s dream, but idiots are always cute, haha.)