Chapter 84 Spring is already strong, people will be disabled, and the book is still the same
Chapter 84: Spring is already strong, people are dying, but the book remains the same
The course arranged by the college on the second day was mathematics, but the atmosphere in the school today was a little different from yesterday. The students beside the desk listened silently to the professor's lectures, but their minds had already drifted to other places, to that building.
It's called an old place. It's obvious that many people experienced the same situation as Ning Que yesterday. On the contrary, it also aroused the unwillingness and challenge of these young students.
The dismissal bell rang quietly, and the mathematics professor flicked his sleeves to announce the end of get out of class. There was a roar in the study room, and all the students rushed out quickly and ran towards the wooden building deep in the academy. The professor had seen too much and was new to the academy. The students just smiled and shook their heads without saying anything else.
Chu Youxian, who didn't go to the old school yesterday, heard from his classmates about the magic in that building. Today he also thought about it and went to find out. He greeted Ning Que and rushed out. Ning Que seemed extremely peaceful today and was not in a hurry at all.
, after walking out of the bookstore, I was not in a hurry to go to the old school, but went to the kitchen hall along the stone path.
The lunch for two included a chicken leg and three raw eggs. Ning Que slowly finished all the food in front of him, raised his head and glanced at the empty kitchen, and touched the slightly bulging belly with satisfaction.
abdomen.
After walking out of the kitchen hall and setting foot on the quiet stone path surrounding the wetland reeds, he was still not in a hurry to get back to the past. Instead, he walked slowly around the wetland lake three times until he was sure that the food in his belly had been digested and changed.
After getting the heat my body needed, I squatted by the lake and washed my hands carefully before calmly walking in the old direction.
He had no cultivation potential, but he had enough combat experience. Facing those mysterious books in the old house, he decided to use a fighting attitude and a determined spirit to chop down the building in front of him bit by bit.
It's a big mountain, so he must adjust his body and mind to the best condition.
"Come on! Come on! It's not boiling water! It's a living person!"
In front of me, I heard a burst of hurried shouting, and the four deacons wearing academic robes rushed out quickly carrying a fainted student. There was no expression on their faces, but the words they shouted were very interesting. In the past two days,
There were probably too many fainting students, and they had to think of some way to eliminate this boring repetition.
At least a dozen fainted students were already lying outside the old building. The academy had already prepared for this situation. There were teachers who were specifically responsible for this and were on hand to treat them with drugs such as Xingshen Decoction and Jiyuan Pills.
Ning Que looked at this scene and couldn't help but smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Walking up the stairs, among the empty bookshelves in the building, he found that the number of students studying hard was less than yesterday, but most of them were carried out, rather than fearing the difficulty and not going up the stairs - there were no students who could be admitted to the academy.
Incompetent people, who is willing to give up on just the second day? Just looking at the pale faces and swaying bodies of those young students as if they were drunk, I am afraid that no one can hold on for too long.
From time to time, dull crashing sounds were heard, like popping, popping, popping, like overripe fruits falling on the muddy ground in autumn. Students beside the bookshelf kept falling down, twitching and fainting, or foaming at the mouth and losing hope.
God, it's very miserable.
Ning Que was still holding the book "A Preliminary Exploration of the Snow Mountains and Seas" in his hand. He withdrew his eyes from the classmates who had unfortunately fainted and stopped paying attention to other people's affairs. He took a deep breath and opened the book pages with a solemn expression.
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"Heaven and earth breathe, it's for breathing..."
The difficult climb up the book mountain had to start from the first step, because he only remembered that he had taken this book before he passed out yesterday, but he could not remember what he had read or where he had seen - he had already predicted in advance what would happen in the future.
The process of reading will be so helplessly repetitive, and you will have to start from the first sentence every time.
As expected, the handwriting on the booklet became blurry again, and the smeared ink stains were like ink droplets dropped by the pen tip into a clear water urn. They spread quickly. Ning Que remained unmoved and continued to move quickly toward
Read below.
"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."
The blurry writing floated off the paper again and began to buzz and vibrate in his mind. Ning Que felt that the vibrations were not even like paddling, but more like the cold wind on the grassland. He felt like he was fighting with countless fierce people.
Horse thieves fight.
He took a deep breath and forcibly raised his head to rest for a moment. Because the movement of raising his head was too firm and forceful, it actually made his neck muscles feel a dull pain. In order to relieve the annoying feeling in his chest and abdomen at this time, he suppressed the thin book in his hand.
Facing the infinite temptation of books, I looked out the window at the spring forest tops and at the other classmates beside the bookshelf.
A small figure slumped weakly against the bookshelf. It was Wang Ying of Linchuan. Then Ning Que noticed that in the deepest part of the bookshelf, Xie Chengyun was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes slightly lowered and looking at the books on his lap quietly.
Although his eyes were still bright, his face was frighteningly pale.
"We're all trying to climb up." Ning Que said silently. Infected by the atmosphere of young, stubborn and unwilling to give in among the classmates in the building, he smiled and returned his gaze to 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..."
The ink ball floated again, oscillating and swaying. He suddenly couldn't hear the buzzing in his mind, and felt as if he was standing in the alley of Chunfeng Pavilion. There were no small trees beside him, only endless rain falling from the sky.
It hit his face and clothes, and he immediately felt an extreme dampness and coldness.
Then he passed out again.
In the afternoon of the third day, outside.
"Give me, give me, it's not boiling water, it's a living person!"
Four deacons wearing academic robes quickly carried the unconscious Ning Que out of the building, threw him to the doctor waiting outside the building, and then someone carried him into the carriage.
Twenty-seven people were unconscious in the building today.
In the afternoon of the fourth day, outside.
"Come on, let's go, you're really not boiling water, you're such a lively person!"
The same four deacons wearing academic robes carried the unconscious Ning Que out of the old building, threw him to the waiting doctor outside the building, and complained in a low voice while wiping the sweat on their foreheads.
Nine people were unconscious in the building today.
In the afternoon of the fifth day, outside.
"Rang Rang, you're still the big, lively guy!"
It was still the four deacons in academic robes who slowly walked out of the building carrying the unconscious Ning Que and shouted a few words feebly. The doctor on standby outside the building looked at this familiar face and couldn't help but sigh.
One sound.
Four people were unconscious in the building today.
In the afternoon of the sixth day, outside.
"Give."
Four deacons wearing academic robes said two words very succinctly, and then threw someone into the shade of a tree outside the building.
The spring is getting stronger and the temperature is getting higher, but the students of the academy have not made any progress in the old challenge, and are gradually losing miserably. In the following days, because of unforgettable experiences, most students have confirmed that the books in the old school are of great significance to them.
Saying they were completely unable to cope, fewer and fewer people went to the second floor.
After the bell was dismissed every day, Ning Que still insisted on going to the kitchen hall to have a big meal, walking around the wetland three times, and then continued to climb the stairs. He fainted again and again, and was carried away again and again. He was not discouraged at all, nor did he give up.
, but his face became paler and paler, his cheeks became thinner and thinner, and his steps when he climbed the stairs became more and more empty.
I watched him go up to the tall building and saw him being carried out of the building without any accidents.
In the afternoon of that day, Ning Que ate two large plates of mushroom and chicken rice, ate two steamed buns with a plate of red oil belly shreds, washed his hands next to the wetland, and came to the old outside again.
Today's academy students no longer remember that Ning Que got top grades in three subjects during the admission exam. They only know that this boy is the most famous lunatic in Class C. When he appeared at the old door, everyone was reading or standing at the window.
The students who were taking notes that could not be taken away raised their heads at the same time, looked at his figure and began to whisper.
"Is this guy crazy?"
"How long will he be upstairs today?"
"Half an hour?"
"I'm so disgusted with it. I'll be carried down in just one cup of tea."
"I'm more curious about who will go downstairs first today, him or Mr. Xie."
"Third Young Master Xie has the potential to practice, what does this guy have?"
"Speaking of which, why is he so desperate?"
"I think it's because he wants to compete with Mr. Xie for the limelight. Otherwise, why are you so desperate?"
Ning Que didn't hear these whispers at all. He looked at the stairs in front of him, grabbed his slightly trembling right wrist with his left hand, suppressed the strong desire in his heart to take back his steps, took a deep breath and continued upward. Only he knew
, every day this staircase will seem steeper, longer and more difficult than yesterday.
Looking at his back as he struggled to walk upstairs and his pale face, the eyes of the students downstairs became more and more complicated. Many people doubted his purpose of working so hard or disdained his obsession.
But no matter who he is, he has to admire his will and perseverance.
Going upstairs again, Ning Que gently wiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead, walked silently to the bookshelf where he stood every day, and pulled out the thin book that he had read for many days but still couldn't remember anything.
There was silence among the empty floors. Apart from him, there was only one student left who could persist: Xie Chengyun sat cross-legged at the end of the bookshelf, his face as pale as uninked new paper, with the same book on his lap.
Ning Que knew that the Third Young Master Xie was here. Since he could enter the art department, he must have the potential to practice, so he was not surprised that the other party could sustain it for such a long time, but he did not expect at all that when he could only stay on the second floor
I wonder what kind of discussion it will cause in the academy when I and Xie Chengyun.
In the eyes of many students and even teachers, Ning Que and Xie Chengyun took on the challenge again after the admission test. Neither one was willing to give up before the other, so they came to the old school every day to support themselves.
Ning Que didn't know about this kind of discussion, let alone whether Xie Chengyun came here every day because he had this kind of competitive idea in his heart. Even if he knew about these comments, he wouldn't care at all, because only he knew in his heart why he
I have to come here every day, even if it is futile and extremely painful, I still have to come here.
Because he likes it, because he needs it, it's that simple.