After gradually calming down, Ning Que started to look at the ink words on the paper in a daze, silently thinking about who left these words on the paper? Who is answering his questions? Who is helping him secretly? Why is he doing this?
Do?
Quietly turning his head to look at the east window, the female professor was still calmly lowering her head and tracing in small letters, not noticing him at all. Ning Que looked at the professor's plain figure and thought about the extremely disrespectful explanations on women on the back of the paper, subconsciously
Li shook his head, those kinds of dirty words could not have come from a female professor.
Could it be the old teacher downstairs? Ning Que frowned and thought about this question, and finally shook his head slightly. Although the teacher was funny in words, it could be seen that he was a disciplined person at heart. If
If he wanted to give me some guidance, he would probably speak out to his face instead of leaving a letter.
After thinking about it, he still couldn't figure out who the person who left the message on the paper was. Ning Que looked out the window in confusion, listening to the chirping of the male insects deep in the forest and grass, and immediately laughed to himself, thinking about leaving a message.
The person in the book is probably the teacher of a certain old monk in the academy. If Situ Yilan and others see these words, they will definitely jump up in anger.
The words in the book combine the way of reading books with the attitude towards women. Although they are obscene and obscene, they are extremely simple and easy to understand. Otherwise, Ning Que would not have realized that he might be in danger in such a short period of time.
What he realized from it was that, in his opinion, the person who left the letter deliberately used this method to enlighten himself. As the saying goes, he found the way out of his own filth. He couldn't help but admire this person to the extreme, and silently thought in his heart that the person who left the letter must be
A monastic genius.
Since it was determined that the person who left the book was a certain monastic genius in the academy, Ning Que's attitude naturally became more serious. He picked up "A Preliminary Exploration of the Qi Sea and Snow Mountains" and the piece of paper and walked to the end of the bookshelf, where he looked at the sunset.
I sat down on the warm floor and calmed down for a while before I started reading the note again.
Chen Pipi obviously underestimated the poor man Ning Que's ability to understand. Even if he didn't write the last two paragraphs and didn't explain it with an extreme attitude towards women, he only needed the first few sentences about objective facts and confusion about understanding. Ning Que
Then you can understand what he really means.
"Don't understand, don't think, just read the words themselves... Is this the original intention of the Talisman Master who copied the books in the academy? Then what I need to do is to read these words without thinking about their meanings.
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Ning Que looked at the thin book on his lap and thought silently for a long time. These days, he had exhausted a lot of energy and kept reading the books in the building. He was very aware of the impact those words had on his spiritual world. Comparing the two, he
I increasingly feel that the method of viewing books suggested by the book holder is worth trying.
Just seeing a word or phrase that you know well by heart, but not thinking about it, and pretending not to know the meaning of the word or phrase, not even pretending, but making you really forget the word or phrase
Meaning, no matter what angle you look at it, it is an extremely difficult matter.
There is a big locust tree outside the courtyard where you spent your childhood and adolescence. You see this big locust tree today, but you have to say that you have never seen it. You have to pretend that you don’t know that it is a big locust tree. You have to forget it.
It’s the big locust tree that has been with you for countless years, witnessed your naughty youth and even your first love and first kiss... Who can do this?
Ning Que did not open the thin book on his lap, and stared blankly at the thin paper next to the book. His mind drifted out of the window, to other places, thinking hard about how to forget the words.
"I want to forget all the words I know...how can I do it?"
The sunlight outside the west window shone on his increasingly frowning eyebrows, giving off a faint sheen. Suddenly, the ends of his eyebrows raised slightly, and a gleam flashed in Ning Que's eyes. At this moment, he remembered the first time many years ago.
Once I came into contact with the character written in calligraphy, I remembered the character he had written countless times with a brush and branches over the years.
That word "forever".
For anyone who has received ordinary calligraphy training, the character Yong is always the most familiar character. During the Eastern Jin Dynasty of that world, Mr. Wang Xizhi, the most vigorous calligrapher in history, believed that the eight strokes of the character Yong happened to have the eight methods of regular script, which is correct.
The so-called point is the side, the horizontal is the strangle, the vertical is the crossbow, the hook is the leap, the lift is the strategy, the left is the sweep, the short left is the peck, and the pinch is the hammer. These are the famous eight methods of Yongzi.
Ning Que's eyes are getting brighter and brighter. If the word "Yong" is taken apart, repeated and reassembled, it can basically form any word in the world. So if I use the eight methods of "Yong" to break down the characters and then look at them again, what if I can recognize all the characters as "Yong"?
He knew very well that this was not a wise method, it was not even a smart method, it was just a stupid method, and no one knew whether this method could be used. But at this time, it was impossible for him to suppress his inner desire and impulse, and took a deep breath.
After taking a breath, he opened the first page of "A Preliminary Exploration of Qihai Snow Mountain" without hesitation.
"Heaven and earth breathe, it's for breathing..."
Ning Que stared at the word "天" at the front of the first sentence in the book. To be more precise, he didn't see the whole word, only the first stroke of the word "天", a flat horizontal line at the end. It seemed like there was a sharp knife.
The knife was drawn in the dark spiritual world, and with a hiss, a weak white light seeped out from the tiny gap.
Then a second line of thick ink appeared in his eyes, followed by a long and indifferent stroke, and finally a stroke. The full and complete Tianzi on the page of the book appeared in his eyes one after another in this deconstructed way.
appeared in his mind, but could never form a complete meaning.
There is clearly a word in the eye, but you are only allowed to see the strokes, and you are not allowed to combine them in your mind. It sounds simple, but it is extremely difficult to do this, and it is definitely not something ordinary people can do.
Fortunately, Ning Que had been practicing calligraphy for nearly twenty years, and splitting characters had already become a kind of instinct. The calligrapher requires each stroke to be written first, and then to reorganize the frame. Now he forcibly cut off the last part in his mind.
The most important part, if the spiritual instinct requires to combine those strokes, the word Yong in his mind will begin to play an important role, and he will understand it as a part of the word Yong instead of a part of the word Tian!
Even for him, it is extremely difficult to regard fiction as reality. At this time, he has concentrated all his energy, the hands holding the book are trembling slightly, and the back of the academic robe has been gushed out like liquid.
Wet with sweat, his eyelashes blinked painfully, and his lips were pursed extremely tightly, as if he was ignorantly licking the tip of a pen for the first time in his childhood.
After the ink words on the book entered his eyes this time, they finally did not become blurred like countless times in the past, turning into balls of ink stains, and then floated off the paper and began to shock his mind. Instead, they were extremely clear.
Slowly appearing in the field of vision, quiet and tame like leaves floating on a windless lake.
At this time, Ning Que had completely forgotten how these words tortured him in the first place. He just looked at the strokes quietly, watching the strokes moving towards the front, as if he was seeing the lake under the breeze.
Those leaves slowly float east, west, far away or close in front of you.
There were no strong winds and huge waves, and there were no packs of wolves on the rainstorm prairie in the Spring Breeze Pavilion. He sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly lowered in the warm afternoon sunshine, sitting on the floor at the end of the bookshelf. His trembling hands no longer trembled, and his tense body gradually became
The tightly pursed lips gradually relaxed. There was no fainting, no fainting, no vomiting, only calmness.
When the wind rises and stops, it is always gentle and graceful. The insects deep in the forest and grass outside the building begin to sing happily again, celebrating this happy spring day and celebrating the new world full of wonders appearing before their eyes. The gentle spring breeze wraps them in
These songs drifted into the window, rippling in the old empty and quiet space, and occasionally fell on the young man, gently fluttering his clothes. The front of the academic robe trembled slightly, as if some invisible power was slowly flowing inside.
The traces on the front of the academic robe are not coherent and smooth. Every time it reaches a certain point between the chest and abdomen, it will quietly turn back, just like the spring breeze raising the water waves on the lake, pushing the leaves on the surface of the water to scatter around, and finally touching the
The stone walls on the lakeside turned back silently. After all, they were unable to land or broke the shore.
The female professor by the east window seemed to have sensed something at this time, and her eyebrows furrowed slightly. She raised her face and listened quietly to the insects outside the window and the movement of the spring breeze. Then she turned her head to look at the young man under the west window.
Smile slightly.
"It's for rest..."
Ning Que saw the word "Xi", and suddenly his mind wandered. His eyes subconsciously left the book, and the whole word "Xi" came in with a complete structure, straight into his eyes. With a bang, a naughty shepherd boy threw a stone into the small lake.
The water rippled slightly, and the swaying leaves became confused and uneasy. He felt a buzz in his mind and suddenly woke up.
Although he had experienced it many times, the word "rest" still caused a great shock to his spiritual world. He groaned, and stretched out his right hand like lightning to support himself on the wooden floor. He barely supported his body and turned his head forcefully.
Go, I dare not read any word in the book, my face is extremely pale.
Even so, there was an irrepressible smile on his pale cheek at this time, because he knew that he had indeed seen the door, although it was not necessarily the door that the person who left the letter wanted to open for him.
But at least after he opened the door, he did not faint, and he had a vague feeling that if he continued to read in this way, regardless of whether he could get a glimpse of the wonders of the world of practice, his knowledge of calligraphy would definitely be greatly improved.
It is beneficial.
He did not stand up in a hurry, but continued to sit cross-legged in the sun, closing his eyes and beginning to recall his previous feelings, trying to find those strokes deep in his mind, those leaves dissipated on the lake.
I don't know how long it took, but he opened his eyes and smiled. He stood up and walked to the desk by the west window. He picked up the brush and a new piece of paper there. After thinking for a while, he began to give the person who had left the message.
The writer replied.
In his reply, he first sincerely thanked the other party for their advice, then wrote down his solutions and doubts very frankly, and asked the other party to comment on whether it was feasible. Finally, he asked for advice very solemnly: "While reading and meditating,
I seem to see the direction of the leaves in the lake. Is that the original intention of the Talisman Master's strokes? I see the leaves in the lake drifting away and leaving scattered traces, but there is a faint pattern that can be escaped. I feel something in the sea of energy in my chest and abdomen..."