Gently patting his cheeks and rubbing his hands, Ning Que pulled himself together and went upstairs. After greeting the female teacher, he waved his hand to drive away the cicadas and took out the thin book from the bookshelf. Full of expectations, he looked at the new handwriting on the paper and could not help raising his eyebrows and feeling gratified. However, after a while, his eyebrows could not help but droop with some annoyance.
The mysterious guy's message rudely and even coldly pierced all the hopes he had these days. It could even be said that the more he suffered, the more he felt that the door was right in front of him. It directly told him that no one in the world could enlighten the Acupores by themselves, and all those who tried to do so were dead.
"Will people die? What about those guys from the Devil's Doctrine? "
Ning Que muttered to himself with eyes full of disappointment. He thought to himself, "Since the gray-haired man said that everyone could be the God of Cookery, why can't everyone be a cultivator?"
After a long silence, he finally decided to give up reading Wu Zhanyang's Theory on Haoran Sword.
Because of many reasons, Ning Que could be strong and persevering to move the mountain, regardless of the difficulties and obstacles he might face. However, courage and perseverance were not the same as stubbornness and stone-like stubbornness.
Although he still did not know who the mysterious message was and what his identity in the Academy was, he firmly believed that the person must be a cultivation genius who had a far better understanding of cultivation than himself. Since the other party said that people would not die from forcibly enlightening the Acupores, then it would be very dangerous for him to move the mountain blindly.
A wise man is good enough to be my teacher, and it is wise to listen to others' advice. Ning Que's rational thinking made him decide to temporarily stop using the Eight Strokes Calligraphy of Yong to break the characters, but he was still inevitably disappointed. Before leaving the old library, he could not help but write a paragraph with the brush pen in ink.
"I won't read it today, but I will continue to read it tomorrow. I am not reading the Primary Exploration of Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow now, but I am reading Wu Zhanyang's Theory on Haoran Sword. You can leave me a message there. Besides, I have one last question. If most people in the world cannot sense the Breath of Heaven and Earth because of different physiques, if this is the fate that Haotian gave to each of us, then isn't it too unfair for Lord Haotian?"
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Late at night, Chen Pipi appeared in the old library again. He looked out the window at the dark night sky covered by clouds and took out the book and the piece of paper from the bookshelf. After reading it, he couldn't help but laugh angrily. His round chubby cheeks were full of resentment. He thought to himself that the tone of this kid's messages was getting more and more impolite. He obviously wanted something from him, but the tone of the message sounded like he was ordering him to do something. He really didn't know where this idiot came from.
Although he was thinking this way, he panted and squatted down to pull out Wu Zhanyang's Theory on Haoran Sword from the bottom of the bookshelf. Then he walked to the west window and began to reply to Ning Que's message.
As the most brilliant genius student in the Academy in recent years, Chen Pipi could only attend classes and study under the pressure of those horrible Senior Brothers after he entered the Second floor. He had no chance to play his hobby of being a teacher. That night when he saw Ning Que's emotional message, he accidentally replied to it. He was concerned about it and wanted to see if the poor guy could make a breakthrough. He also wanted to satisfy himself.
As the saying goes, helping people is also addictive. Chen Pipi did not know the name of the poor guy, whether he was a man or a woman, old or young, but since he had helped him from the beginning, it was like the mud in the wetland in front of the building. It was hard to get rid of once it got stuck to your hands. It was purely a psychological problem.
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The next day, Ning Que went to the old library and directly took out the book of Haoran Sword. Then he saw the mysterious man's message and two lines of extremely arrogant words on the paper. He could not help but rub his eyebrows and smile bitterly.
"There is no such thing as fairness in this world. Lord Haotian is like the sunshine on the snow mountain. He will always pity the lotus above the clouds and is too lazy to look at the grass in the cracks of the rocks at the foot of the mountain. For example, I am the unique genius in the world. And you are a poor guy who can't cultivate because all the acupoints in your body are blocked. So what you, a grass, should do now is not to doubt all this, but to accept all this. "
Ning Que took the thin paper and murmured, "The unique genius in the world? What a cocky guy. "
He became more and more suspicious of the mysterious man's identity. Judging from the man's choice of words and sentences, he was not like those old and virtuous professors in the Academy, but more like the precious orchids growing in the greenhouse since childhood like Mr. Xie and Zhong Dajun.
But this person was obviously several levels higher than Xie Chengyun and others, because when he said that he was a genius, his tone seemed to be so natural, like the absolute truth that had been proved countless times by the world and time. For example, water flowed to the bottom, the hot and sour noodle slice soup was delicious, and Sangsang was hardworking.
However, Ning Que had never been willing to lag behind others when it came to self-confidence.
He had never been arrogant in front of a crowd or among his classmates. That was because he believed that he had long passed that age and that it was inappropriate and childish for him to act like that. However, it did not mean that he had the slightest doubt about his own ability.
Since childhood, he had been writing all over the school's double roll. From kindergarten's various interest classes to Olympiad math class, he had been invincible in the new China's education system. He was a freak and a good student. He absolutely believed that he was the real genius.
So he answered in this way today.
"There's no need to argue about the lotus and grass, but what I want to say is that if there really is a unique genius in this world, then this genius can only be me, and not you, because only I have the qualifications to be that one and only one. In this case, I have another question. Since you said that Lord Haotian will only pity the real genius, and since I am the real genius, why can't I cultivate? "
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The West-Hill Divine Kingdom, which had the most believers, the most Unworldly Sublime Beings, and the most wealth and power, naturally had many geniuses. In the depths of the ruined temple, in front of the Seven Tomes of Arcane, there were many geniuses.
The Tang Academy, which had the most revered status in the world, had the most hermits, and had people like the Headmaster of the Academy, naturally had many geniuses. Behind several stone statues on the second floor, there were many wise men who lived peacefully.
Chen Pipi, who had just lived a short sixteen years, had already studied in these two places for many years. From the attitude of his teachers and the eyes of his classmates, he had long confirmed that he was the most outstanding genius in the cultivation world. Even if he met the other two guys from the Unknown Place, he still had enough capital to be proud. So he did not think that his usual attitude and message to the guy was too proud, because it was just a simple statement of fact.
Now he finally met a guy who was prouder and more confident than him.
The problem was that in his opinion, the guy who claimed to be the one and only genius was just a pitiful person who didn't even know what cultivation was. He only had some perseverance and tricks … Well, Chen Pipi admitted that the guy was smart and persistent, but what made him compete with him for the word genius?
In his anger, he wrote wildly with the help of the dim starlight through the clouds and the angry cicadas outside the window. He gave Ning Que a question in his message,
"You used the Eight Strokes Calligraphy of Yong to break the characters and use such a stupid method to read the book and forget the meaning. I guess the sword aura must have hurt your heart and lungs when you read the Haoran Sword. Then let me ask you, how should you treat the heart and lungs? Don't talk about the dirty medicine such as Qian Caozi. I only ask you, how do you boil mugwort and mugwort? How many times do you boil the fire? How to deal with angelica dahurica and ginkgo? Slice or grind? How to dose red ginseng and brown sugar? How to mix it? When is the green fruit and green wormwood tonic? You answer me! "
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"Mugwort and mugwort, angelica dahurica and white fruit, red ginseng and brown sugar, green fruit and green wormwood?"
Ning Que looked at the scribbled messages on the paper and imagined the look of the guy who should be very young when he wrote furiously. He could not help but raise his eyebrows and feel that this matter was really too interesting.
It was not surprising that the guy left a question to test him. But he did not expect that the question left by the guy had nothing to do with the six subjects of cultivation, such as how many sword styles could be seen when the characters were broken down in the Eight Strokes Calligraphy of Yong. Instead, he asked about the way of medicine.
In an instant, he understood the intention of the guy. The guy thought that he was a unique genius in cultivation, so it was naturally a little unfair to test him with questions about cultivation. Therefore, he simply chose a question that had nothing to do with the six subjects of cultivation. It was a question about how to choose and decoct medicine.
The reason why the other party chose this question was very clear, and it was also very proud: The so-called genius was an all-rounder who was well-versed in every field. Using a cultivation question to test you doesn't count as a skill, but using the problems you encountered on your own will be enough to stump you to death.
"What a prideful fellow."
Ning Que smiled and shook his head, and then his smile suddenly disappeared. Because he really did not know how to solve this question and how to mix and decoct those familiar medicines to cure his lung injury. The doctor in Chang 'an City only told him to take good care of himself after receiving 20 taels of silver from Sangsang. Although he was used to treating wounds with herbs in Min Mountain, he really did not know how to treat his lung injury and how to treat those medicines.
Those who are not competitive usually disdain to be competitive. Have you ever seen the young Wang Bo argue with his peers about the different ways to write the Chinese characters? Have you ever seen Lin Zhiying at the age of seventeen compete with her classmates at the Hua Gang Art School for a man's affection? But if the young Wang Bo met Gan Luo, or the 17-year-old Lin Zhiying met Sun Yaowei …
Now that Ning Que met a proud guy who claimed to be a genius and was very likely to be a real genius, he naturally wanted to compete with him. But unfortunately, he really did not know how to answer this question.
"I really can't answer your question." He replied shamefully on the paper.
Then he raised his eyebrows and the freckles on his face lit up. He tightened his right hand holding the brush and wrote on the paper, "But to be fair, I also have a question for you. I don't know if you can answer it."
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