Chapter 83: The first knife to split the book mountain
Chapter 83: The first knife in Shushan
Ning Que stood at the bottom of the stairs and scratched his head. He recalled the rules taught by his old teacher. It seemed that there was no prohibition against students going up to the second floor. While he was hesitating, someone walked around him and walked directly up the stairs. Hearing the sound of "dong dong"
He felt relieved at the sound of footsteps. He put the copy of Wang Xinglong's regular script in the basket next to the pillar, picked up the front of his academic robe and climbed up the stairs.
The old second floor was quieter than the one below, but there were much fewer bookshelves and collections of books. Relatively speaking, the field of view became wider. When he walked upstairs, he found that there were already many people upstairs, and they were all picking things up in front of the bookshelves.
Collecting books and reading, some people had silly smiles on their faces, and some people were mumbling something. They were obviously very excited.
Most of the books such as classics and history are on the first floor, and the books on the bookshelf on the second floor are more focused on martial arts and spiritual practice. The instructor before entering the building had already said that he could not help but read, but suddenly he found a treasure mountain suddenly appearing in front of his eyes.
, there was no greeting and there was no sign of a thunderous movement. Ning Que still felt that this was an unreal dream. He stood among the bookshelves in silence for a long time before gradually digesting the shock in his heart.
"Li Zhitang Talks about Buddhism", "The Corroborating Relationship between Mind Power and Mudras", "A Brief Introduction to the Five Realms of Cultivation", "Reminiscences of the Years in Xiling", "Dongxuan Sutra", "Nanhua Collection", "A Summary of the Swordsmanship Schools of the Southern Jin Dynasty", "Wan
Dictionary of French Appreciation...
He walked in front of the bookshelf, and his eyes fell on the densely packed spines. The shock and heat had already turned into confusion, and the hands in his sleeves could not help but tremble slightly. He did not need to take out these books to read, just read the titles.
You can guess what's inside.
That year, he had saved money for a long time and followed the Weicheng grain transport team to Kaiping Market. While looking for a doctor for Sangsang, he searched like a smelly dog in all the bookstores in Kaiping Market. Finally, he found a doctor.
This chapter of Taishang's Induction was read for several years, until it finally turned into a handful of ashes in a copper basin.
That year he killed seventeen horse thieves on Subi Lake and saved the firewood gathering team in Weicheng. The general asked him: What do you want? All the soldiers and civilians in Weicheng can pool their money to find you a red herdsman. He held it in his hand.
The Taishang's Inspiration Chapter, which was read poorly and was read widely, replied: I want to learn to practice, but the general is speechless.
The practitioner next to Minshan Mountain said you are not good. The officer who was assessed by the military department shook his head. The old man Lu Qingchen sighed. The teacher of the academy's art department patted him on the shoulder yesterday. He clearly knew that there was a world in front of him, but he could not enter it.
He told Sang Sang that it was okay, he could conquer the world with his own sword and arrows, but it was really a problem because he was unwilling to watch the world appear indistinctly in front of his eyes, but he didn't know what scenery was inside.
Until he walked into the old academy, went up the stairs and saw these densely packed books. He knew that it might be difficult for him to change his physical condition through these books, but at least he could take a look at what the world was like. The top ten
For six years, he struggled hard holding the Taishang Induction Chapter, like a poor child holding the last potato. Today he finally saw a large sea of rice fields. Even though those rice fields were still not his, but
He was really excited, and his eyes even became hot and wet.
"Sangsang..."
He stretched out his slightly trembling fingers to touch the spine of the book, and said silently, at this moment, he just wanted to share his mood with her. Probably she was the only one in the world who could understand his mood at this moment.
The bookshelf is full of books on spiritual practice, and he has already determined his goal. Books such as "Reminiscences of Xiling's Time" are certainly not the books he is eager to read now, and materials such as "A Review of the Swordsman Schools of the Southern Jin Dynasty" are not his current goals.
He is not a person who is very ambitious when it comes to things he is qualified to study. He knows very well that he can only start from the most basic things, such as the book "A Preliminary Exploration of Snow Mountains, Air and Sea" in front of his finger.
Just when he had just pulled out the extremely thin book, a muffled sound suddenly sounded somewhere in the building. The students beside the bookshelf ran away and saw one student falling to the ground for some reason, his face as pale as snow.
, his body kept twitching, and foam kept pouring out of the corners of his mouth, looking extremely terrifying.
Four people wearing light-colored robes from the academy appeared out of nowhere, walked up to the fainting student, and started to catch and hold the poor student like a chicken.
He picked it up as usual, and then quickly ran towards the stairs, his movements were as skillful as if he had practiced them countless times.
The students next to the bookshelf looked at each other in confusion, remembering the smiling warning of the teacher before entering the old school, and felt a sense of fear for no reason. However, no one left. On the contrary, more and more students came up from downstairs.
All the students are young talents from all over the world. Like Ning Que, they are extremely curious about that mysterious world, and they have extremely strong confidence that they should be able to enter that world, so they continue to bow their heads in silence and take out the books on the bookshelf.
Reading in silence, pretending not to know anything.
There was another heavy muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, and another young student fainted on the ground with a pale face. Ning Que silently looked at the person who was quickly carried away, his heart became heavy and hesitant, but in the end he was still like the others.
Like my classmates, I couldn't resist the temptation of the new world and opened the thin book in my hand.
The first sentence of "A Preliminary Exploration of Snow Mountain Qi Sea" is: "The heaven and earth breathe, it is for breathing..."
Ning Que looked down nervously and attentively along the handwritten ink. Suddenly, he found that the writing in his eyes became blurry, as if someone had put a piece of frosted glass between his eyes. He knew that this was probably where Mr. Xi was.
There was a warning outside the building, so I bit the tip of my tongue to force myself to wake up and continue reading.
"Man is the spirit of all things, so he can understand the way of nature. Will is the power, which is the power of thought."
As he read, the handwriting on the thin book became increasingly blurry and gradually turned into smeared ink. He squinted his eyes desperately, trying to make the words in his eyes clearer, because he was too focused on the words between his eyebrows.
It started to hurt slightly, and the blurry writing gradually floated off the paper!
"The power of human thoughts originates from the brain, gathers between the snowy mountains and the air sea, condenses into frost, dew and water, travels through various orifices and disperses outside the body, and feels the breath of the heaven and earth around the body..."
Blurred ink marks drifted away from the yellowish paper one by one, entered his eyes, and entered his mind, becoming waves of impact, like a long oar thrust into the sea water next to a ship on the sea.
The stirring stirred his brain, and Ning Que felt no pain, but found that his body began to shake with the stirring, his eyes became increasingly blurry, and there was a feeling of nausea and vomiting in his chest, as if he was extremely seasick!
He groaned, forcibly closed the thin book in his hand, gasped several times, and finally got out of the mysterious dizzy world. He took a few deep breaths and gradually regained his composure.
There was a middle-aged woman wearing a professor's robe sitting in the window next to the building. No matter how many students fell in the building, she seemed not to notice it. She was just concentrating on tracing her own small script on the case. However, when she heard
After the book closed with a snap, she raised her head with a slight frown and looked at the pale Ning Que, with a strange color flashing in her eyes.
This female professor has been in the Qing Dynasty for more than 20 years. She has seen many new students who entered the academy and got lost after entering the academy. In the end, she could not bear the mental shock and fainted. But like Ning Que, who had already started reading, he was able to rely on
It is extremely rare for people to have strong willpower to control their minds and close the book again.
Ning Que didn't know that he had attracted the female professor's attention. At this time, he was completely focused on the thin book in his hand. When he finished adjusting his breath, he felt that his mental and physical strength had returned to normal, and he did not hesitate to read the book again.
Open the cover of the thin book and continue looking down.
Just now he saw the word "xianggan", so he continued from the word "xianggan". However, this time when his eyes just fell on the word "xianggan", he suddenly felt that these two ink characters were floating in, directly
It entered my mind and stirred up an extremely turbulent wave. With a bang, waves like thousands of mountains came over!
The hands and books in his eyes disappeared. He stared blankly as the bookshelf in front of him gradually sank, and the books densely displayed in one place sank faster. Finally, he saw the snow-white roof, and then there was darkness, the darkness at the deepest point of the sea.
A carriage stopped at the entrance of Lao Bizhai in Lane 47. The curtains of the carriage were raised. Ning Que stepped out of the carriage with empty steps, bowed his hands to the coachman and the academy deacon in the carriage, and said with great sincerity: "Thank you very much.
"
The carriage drove away. Ning Que took a deep breath, rubbed his still pale cheeks, and walked into the shop. He looked at Sangsang who threw away the rag in his hand and looked at him with hope and curiosity. He forced a smile and said: "Academy
...It's really the best place in the world, but it's also the worst place.
He had passed out directly in Jiuli before, and did not wake up until the carriage was about to enter the Zhuque Gate. He did not remember how he passed out at all. What made him feel even more frightened and lost was that he even forgot what he had read before he fell into coma.
No matter how hard he thought about what the book was about, there was not even a single memory in his mind.
"But I must warn you that those mysterious books that you are curious about cannot be memorized, only experienced. As for the principles, I still can't explain them. After all, manpower is sometimes limited. If you don't have the potential to practice, but you have to force yourself into the books, you will
This leads to some very undesirable consequences.”
He now finally understood the true meaning of the warning given by the academy instructor before, and even vaguely guessed that the practice books on those bookshelves should be written using some kind of talisman technique.
"There are many books on spiritual practice in the old city. I was thinking that you should be there."
Ning Que looked at Sangsang, and recalled the scene many years ago when he was running around the bookstall in Linping Market, holding a little girl who was as frail as a mouse, and said softly: "But you have to understand those books, it seems.
It’s a very troublesome thing, and I feel like there’s a mountain standing in front of me.”
"Master, can't you go around?" Sangsang asked with concern, raising her little face and frowning her thin eyebrows.
Ning Que shook his head, looked at her quietly and asked: "We have discussed before, what should we do if we can't get around a mountain?"
Sangsang nodded vigorously and said, "Split the mountain."