The Senior Brothers and Sisters in the Back Mountain of the Academy were either from isolated islands in the South Sea or other countries, or their families were far away. None of them were from Chang 'an. After seeing Second Brother's fresh and pleasant little attendant, Ning Que once thought of taking Sangsang to live in the Back Mountain. However, he thought that he was just a newcomer in the Academy and was not qualified to be compared with Second Brother. If he made such a request when he just entered the Back Mountain, it would make others feel that he was too arrogant. Secondly, the Back Mountain was beautiful but lacked the market atmosphere. Therefore, he became the only day student in the Back Mountain of the Academy.
Sangsang hurriedly went to the West Lane to buy a lot of brushes, ink and strange materials according to the list he made. Then she began to cook and reported to him the business situation of the Old Brush Pen Shop today while cutting vegetables.
"Business is very good today, especially in the morning. The doorsill was almost trampled. Didn't I repair the door yesterday? But it was not strong enough, and today it was squeezed a little. After confirming that you are not at home, the number of customers decreased in the afternoon. "
Sangsang suddenly thought of something. She wiped her wet hands on her apron and went back to the inner room to take out a thick stack of name cards and invitations. She put them on the desk and said, "A lot of people left these things and invited you to come to the mansion for a gathering. Because there were too many people and the names were written on the cards, I didn't write them down."
Ning Que glanced at the invitations and name cards, and then looked at the Classics of Talisman which were as high as a hill. He thought that he was already very busy at this time, how could he have time to attend these appointments? After thinking for a while, he said to Sangsang, "After dinner, you can choose these invitations and put the important ones aside to be dealt with later."
"How? How to deal with them? " Sangsang asked seriously. As Ning Que's little handmaiden, she had never had the experience of dealing with these big shots of the empire and did not know which invitations were important.
"Choose them like 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 official system of the empire before. Do you still remember? Anything with a high official position is expensive. Let me handle it. I'll write a reply first to show my courtesy. I think those officials only want my words. "
Hearing his answer, Sangsang frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "Young master, your words can be sold for money now. Isn't it a pity to write a reply and send it back?"
Ning Que smiled and continued to concentrate on reciting what he saw in front of him. He had only read less than half of the dozens of thick Classics of Talisman characters. He really had no time to think about other things.
Master Yan Se gave him a total of 33 ancient books of talisman characters, which recorded the talisman characters left by the previous Talisman Masters. There were a total of 387 books of talisman characters and 247 talismans, which was as vast as the sea.
Ning Que first skimmed through it roughly. He stared at those talismans that had different faces and seemed to have nothing in common with each other for a long time, but he found nothing. Instead, he frowned more and more.
According to Master Yan Se, these talismans were only for him to refer to and experience. As for how to finish the final stroke, it all depended on his own understanding. However, these ink balls looked like tadpoles, graffiti, raindrops, and silk lines, but they were not like words or paintings. How could he refer to and experience what he needed from them?
He randomly picked out a book from the pile of ancient books and found that it was the first part of the third volume, which was the beginning of the Water Scroll. Ning Que was slightly refreshed and thought that since it was the beginning, it probably had something to do with water. And water was the most indispensable and intimate thing for human survival. Perhaps it would be easier to experience it.
There were four pages in the first part of the Water Scroll. Ning Que carefully read from the beginning to the end and found that there were many similarities among more than 100 talismans drawn on the four pages. Most of them were six ink lines from top to bottom, but the thickness and the arrangement of the six ink lines were different. The strangest talismans were that the six ink lines were even completely entangled with each other.
"Are these all the characters of water? One is more than another? "
Ning Que frowned and stared at the talisman at the top of the Water Scroll. He stared at the six neatly arranged ink lines with a slight bend in the middle. His mind gradually calmed down and the ink lines turned into streams of water in his eyes. He seemed to vaguely see rainwater sliding down from the eaves and falling into the rainwater accumulated on the bluestone slabs. Several raindrops bloomed and then merged with the surrounding rainwater again.
There were materials such as writing brush, ink, and cinnabar on the desk. These things he ordered Sangsang to buy were common and cheap, but according to Master Yan Se, they were all necessary materials for writing talismans.
Ning Que no longer looked at the six ink lines on the book. He poured water into the inkstone and began to grind the ink blocks slowly. When the ink could no longer be separated, he took a brush from the shelf 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 making the Psyche Power in his sense of perception slowly cross the Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi, pass through the paper window, and fall into the well in the small courtyard according to Master Yan Se's teaching. He was carefully experiencing the primordial Qi of water.
He picked up the writing brush and took out the inkstone, but his wrist was stiff above the inkstone and he couldn't put the paper down.
Ning Que slightly frowned and looked at the six ink lines on the book again. He forcibly disassembled them in his sense of perception with the Eight Strokes Calligraphy of Yong. He only felt that the six ink lines suddenly separated and then quickly drifted away, turning into a dark rain cloud and shrouding his head. However, he didn't know why the dark rain cloud refused to drop a drop of water.
His wrist slightly trembling, Ning Que was ready to pick up the writing brush and put the paper down, but he finally stopped. He clearly felt that although he felt the well water and the meaning contained in the talisman, he still couldn't write his own talisman. He couldn't connect his own feeling with the water in the well. It was wrong after all.
In the dead of night, the candlelight was gradually lit.
There were two bowls of vegetables and a bowl of white rice on the desk. A bowl of water under the lamp was gently swaying in the night wind.
Ning Que stood by the window and the desk, looking at the talisman on the Water Scroll. His body was stiff and his right hand holding the writing brush trembled slightly. He had been in this position for a long time, but the writing brush in his hand still couldn't fall on the paper.
Sangsang sat by the bed and embroidered shoes. She looked up at him from time to time.
She had already eaten a few hours ago, but she didn't ask Ning Que to eat, because she knew that Ning Que was in big trouble at this time. She knew that Ning Que had started to work hard out of habit. Although she was worried, she was used to it, so she kept silent.
Ning Que had a very good but also very bad quality. Every time he encountered a problem that he was interested in and wanted to solve, he would put all his attention into the process of solving the problem. He couldn't sleep at all before he solved the problem. No matter how delicious the food was, it was as hard to chew as a candle in his mouth. He felt that the world around him didn't 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 a very troublesome thing for the people around him. Because he would forget to eat, he would not be able to sleep, he would torment his body until it was extremely weak, and even his life would be in danger. He would only wake up when he finally solved the problem, or when he regained his rationality and confirmed that the problem was beyond his ability.
When Ning Que saw the Article on the Response of the Tao for the first time in the frontier fortress, he didn't sleep for half a month. He forced himself to meditate all the time, so that he could feel the Qi of Heaven and Earth around him. Sangsang, who was still very young at that time, took care of him for half a month. In the end, even the former general of the City of Wei couldn't stand it and asked his soldiers to wake Ning Que up with whips. After that, Ning Que and Sangsang both fell seriously ill.
It was the same when he went to the old library at the beginning of last year. At that time, Ning Que stayed up until he passed out and was thrown out of the building. He went home in a carriage with a pale face and vomited like a drunkard until he vomited blood. It was Sangsang who guarded him by the bed every night.
After finishing the embroidery, Sangsang raised her head and rubbed her sore wrist. She glanced at Ning Que, who was in a daze beside the desk, and then lowered her head to embroider the soles of shoes, hiding the worried look in the deepest part of her eyes.
Over the years, she had been used to Ning Que's crazy behavior when he solved problems.
Over the years, Ning Que had gotten used to having someone take care of him whenever he went crazy trying to solve problems.
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Late at night, the oil ran out, and the lights went out.
Sangsang, who had fallen asleep at the head of the bed, woke up. She rubbed her eyes and looked 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 holding the brush pen.
Sangsang walked over and opened the window. She looked back at the desk and found that there was not even a dot of ink on the white paper. Ning Que, who had been suffering for a whole night, was mentally exhausted and his dry eyes were bloodshot.
Sangsang stood by the window and stared at Ning Que's eyes for a long time. She found that he could not see her at all. She shook her head and went out of the room to boil water for cooking.
Ning Que woke up from the state of mind when a steaming hot towel was placed on his face. He swayed and sat on the chair. He found that his whole body was sore and painful, as if he was rusty.
After rubbing his face with hot water, brushing his teeth, eating and drinking a pot of hot tea, Ning Que recovered a little. He picked up the water scroll from the desk and put it in his sleeve, ready to go to the Academy.
Standing in front of the Old Brush Pen Shop, he looked back at Sangsang and said after a moment of silence, "The problem I encountered this time … seems to be more troublesome than the previous ones. I may not be able to solve it even after a few nights. From tonight on, you don't have to stay up with me. Although I have not been sick for more than half a year, you still have to take care of your body. If I am sick, I still have you to take care of me. If we are sick, we can't ask Aunt Wu next door to take care of us. "
Sangsang nodded.
When he arrived at the Academy, classes had already started in the study rooms. Ning Que walked alone to the old library according to the route he took yesterday. He took a deep breath and walked into the fog in front of the mountain road.
When he came out of the fog, it was still the clear morning light and the beautiful scenery of the cliff plateau.
On the horse carriage from Chang 'an to the Academy, Ning Que closed his eyes and rested all the way. He felt a little better and looked at the beautiful scenery. He held the book in his sleeve tightly and confidently thought that he could lie on the lawn for a while and then continue to read. The Academy's Back Mountain was a wonderful place, which might be helpful for him to comprehend Talisman Taoism.
When he was about to step forward, he suddenly heard a clear and beautiful voice beside him.
"Youngest Brother … Ah, you come at the right time."
Ning Que turned his head and looked at Seventh Sister in the light yellow spring clothes of the Academy. He hurriedly bowed respectfully and said, "Seventh Sister."
Seventh Sister looked at his eyebrows and eyes curiously and asked with concern, "Why do you look so tired?"
The biggest difference between a Senior Sister and a Senior Brother was that the Senior Sister was definitely a woman, and Seventh Sister was a very young and beautiful woman. No matter how old a man was, he would never admit that he was tired in front of a young and beautiful woman. So Ning Que answered with a smile, "I entered the Academy's Back Mountain yesterday and was a little excited, so I didn't sleep well."
"Oh, then I don't need to worry about anything."
Seventh Sister took out a note from her sleeve and handed it to him. She said with a smile, "You know I'm responsible for the maintenance of the tactical array in the fog. This month is the day for major repairs and we need a lot of materials. So please go to the front yard to get some materials. You can go directly to Professor Wenlan."
Ning Que slightly opened his mouth and began to regret his answer when he thought of Chen Pipi's proud laughter yesterday. He answered with a bitter face, "Yes, Seventh Sister."
"Hurry up." Seventh Sister smiled and said with some embarrassment, "There are some materials for the cloth in the Array Eye that need to be changed later. Youngest Brother, please do it."
Ning Que opened his mouth wider and pointed at the thick fog behind him helplessly. He said, "Senior Sister, do you mean I have to go into the fog to help you change the materials later? My … eyesight is not good in the fog. "
Seventh Sister covered her sleeves and smiled like a weak woman. She patted his chest heavily like a reckless man and said, "Since I need your help, how can I let you be a blind man? I have to check the situation in the array pivot and can't go by myself. I have to trouble you. "
"I don't deserve to be called trouble." Ning Que opened his eyes wide and said, "Or should I go to catch Chen Pipi first? It should be faster with two people. "
"Youngest Brother, although you were familiar with Pipi before you entered the mountain, he is your Twelfth Senior Brother after all. You should call him by his title." Seventh Sister looked at him with a sweet smile and said, "Although the Second floor of the Academy is not as rigid and pedantic as those sects in the world, we still have to pay attention to things like respecting teachers and respecting Taoism and brothers and sisters."
How could Ning Que not understand the hidden meaning in Senior Sister's words? As the Youngest Brother who had just entered the Second floor of the Academy, how could he refuse?
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The next day, when Ning Que came to the Academy and entered the Back Mountain, he looked more haggard, his eyes more dry and bloodshot. He had not slept for two nights. Yesterday, he was ordered around the mountain by Seventh Sister like a coolie. Although it was the first time he had an intimate contact with the magic of the array in the fog, his spirit was extremely bad.
Walking out of the mist, he thought of what Seventh Sister had said yesterday, which would take at least a month, and that it had to be finished before the Headmaster and Eldest Brother returned. He felt cold all over. He lowered his body like a field mouse and slipped into the back of the mountain that was densely covered with the spring forest.
After entering the Back Mountain, he did not take the ordinary mountain path but went to the dense forest. Seeing that the mirror-like lake on the cliff platform was getting smaller and smaller and the thread-like waterfall on the opposite cliff was getting thinner and thinner, he thought that Seventh Sister would not be able to find him. He could not help but feel relieved. He rubbed his tired and numb cheeks and leaned against an old pine behind him to look into the distance. It was very comfortable.
"Eh, someone actually entered the mountain? Eh, it's you? Eh, why are you here, Youngest Brother? Are you here to send us food? "
Two vigorous and tired voices suddenly sounded from the side of the old pine. It was obviously two people talking, but their voices seemed to be mixed together, as if they were from the same mouth.
Ning Que was shocked and looked back in astonishment. He saw a stone table on the side of the old pine, and two men with long beards and messy hair sat opposite each other. It was already the end of spring, and even the mountain was warm. However, the two men sitting at the stone table were still wearing the thick winter clothes of the Academy, and their clothes were full of stains. He did not know how long they had not been washed.
He instantly guessed that these two must be the Fifth Brother and the Eighth Brother introduced by Chen Pipi. He forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart, bowed respectfully and said, "Ning Que greets you two Senior Brothers."
"Youngest Brother, it's great that you are here. Come here quickly."
A man with dirty hair and beard waved his hand tiredly and said. Ning Que did not know whether he was Fifth Brother or Eighth Brother.
Ning Que walked over and found that the stone table was engraved with dense straight lines, which turned into a stone chessboard. There were dozens of black and white chess pieces on the chessboard, some in the east and some in the west. He could not see what was going on.
At this moment, he was suddenly shocked. He looked down and saw that one of the Senior Brothers had put his hand into his arms.
"Senior Brother …"
"I'm your Eighth Brother."
"Eighth Brother … why do you put your hand into my arms?"
Eighth Brother took back his trembling hand and asked in confusion, "Youngest Brother, why don't you have any food with you?"
Ning Que was speechless and thought, "Are you two children asking for candy every time you see someone?"
"Youngest Brother … no, Twelfth, he came to us the night before yesterday and told us that from now on, you are responsible for sending us meals. So he did not send us meals yesterday, and you did not come either." Eighth Brother looked at him pitifully and said in a trembling voice, "Youngest Brother, we have not eaten for two days and two nights. Why didn't you bring us any food today?"
Ning Que opened his mouth wide but could not say a word. He thought, "I have not slept for two days and two nights. Do I have to be responsible for your food?" Although this was what he was thinking, looking at the two Senior Brothers beside the Stone Puppet with messy hair and hungry eyes, he felt like he was looking at two pitiful birds waiting to be fed. He really couldn't bring himself to do it, so he sighed and said, "Then I … I'll go find food for you."
Fifth Brother, who had been silent and only expressed his yearning for food with his eyes, suddenly became spirited when he heard that there would be food soon and they would not starve to death. He stroked his long beard and said seriously, "Hey … don't worry. You won't starve to death if you don't eat for a day."
Eighth Brother stretched out three fingers in front of Fifth Brother and said in a trembling voice, "You idiot, we have not eaten for three days."
Fifth Brother looked at Ning Que and said seriously as if he did not see the three fingers in front of him, "Next game, you first."
Eighth Brother took back his fingers and nodded in agreement, "Good, good. This is serious."
Ning Que looked at the two Senior Brothers who were about to become hungry ghosts and thought speechlessly that they deserved to starve to death.
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On the third day, when Ning Que left the Old Brush Pen Temple on Lin 47th Street, the paper on the desk was still as white and clean as the first snow, without any ink stains. The morning light at the back of the mountain of the Academy shone on his face, making his weariness and exhaustion in each of his eyebrows and increasingly bloodshot eyes clearer and more pitiful.
He walked out of the clouds and walked to the mountain. Before he took two steps, he was blocked by a light yellow figure. Seventh Sister looked at him tenderly and said, "Youngest Brother, I know you may have been busy yesterday, but you won't be too busy today, right?"
Ning Que looked at Seventh Sister, lifted the heavy food box in his right hand and said sadly, "Senior Sister, I was dragged by Fifth Brother and Eighth Brother to play chess for a whole day yesterday. I am in a hurry to send them food, otherwise they will really starve to death."
"I see." Seventh Sister slightly raised her eyebrows and said, "Don't be delayed by those two idiots in cultivation. Playing chess and playing the zither is the end of cultivation after all. You can follow me to do a major repair of tactical arrays, which is good for your own cultivation."
Ning Que repeatedly agreed and promised to go to the lake pavilion to watch Senior Sister embroider as soon as he came down from the mountain. Then he would work hard to help Senior Sister to maintain the tactical array. Only then could he get away. But he thought in his heart that he would not go down the mountain later. Let's see where you can find me.
Under the pine tree, Ning Que looked at the two Senior Brothers, who were so hungry that they could not even speak but were still staring at the chess pieces on the field. He put down the food box and said, "Two Senior Brothers, hurry up and eat."
The food box was opened. The food Sangsang cooked overnight was still warm and emitted a very faint fragrance. The two Senior Brothers trembled and sat up straight and began to eat. From time to time, they looked up at Ning Que bitterly and sighed vaguely with regret.
"Youngest Brother is really not hiding his weakness. He is really bad at chess."
"Youngest Brother really didn't give way. He has never played chess at all."
Yesterday, Ning Que lost twelve games in a row under the pine tree. The two Senior Brothers finally confirmed that he was a lousy chess player without any foundation, so they no longer asked him to play chess. But for Ning Que, this was a real blessing and he felt very comforted.
After sending the food under the pine tree, he went to the depths of the clouds.
He decided to take a rest or study the books left by Master Yan Se during the half day he stole.
However, after a few steps, a person came out of the dense forest and flowers, grabbed his sleeve and asked,
"Youngest Brother, where are you from? Where are you going? "
Ning Que stared at the Eleventh Brother whose head was full of broken flowers and suddenly had an impulse to cry. Fortunately, the Eleventh Brother didn't ask who the Youngest Brother was, or he might faint on the spot. After a moment of silence, he shook off the Eleventh Brother's wrist and rushed down the mountain, shouting, "Seventh Sister, where are you? Let me help you. "
Between the lake pavilion at the foot of the mountain, the Seventh Sister's fingers holding the embroidery needle slightly stiffened. She looked up at the forest and thought in surprise, "Why is the new Youngest Brother so diligent? Compared with him, Pipi is totally a scum. "
In the small courtyard in front of the waterfall, the Second Brother slightly raised his eyebrows and praised the proud big white goose under the steps, "The back of the mountain of the Academy has been dull for many years, and the Younger Brothers and Sisters are all shameless. Now there is finally a Youngest Brother who is devoted to Tao. How can I not be gratified?"
Behind a toilet somewhere in the mountain, Chen Pipi, who was biting a chicken leg, wiped his oily face and turned his head to the depths of the forest. He sighed in amazement, "To please the Senior Sister, you even flatter her. Ning Que, I'm really not as good as you!"
The sound of zither and flute in the dense forest of the cliff plateau gradually stopped, and a dialogue was heard.
"I suddenly remembered that we forgot one thing."
"Yes, we haven't invited the Youngest Brother to listen to the new song I composed last month."
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After entering the Second floor of the Academy, Ning Que's life was very full, very full, even to the point that he was about to die of exhaustion. The writing brush in the Old Brush Pen Shop had never been put down, and the snow-white paper was still snow-white. He couldn't fall asleep every night, and when he entered the Academy in the morning, he had to send food and water to Senior Brother Songxia.
If he didn't want to be caught by the Eleventh Brother to discuss philosophy, he would be enslaved by the Seventh Sister and occasionally be forced to appreciate the new music composed by the ninety-two Senior Brothers. At that time, he sat in the long grass and nodded sleepily. Unexpectedly, in the eyes of the two Senior Brothers, it proved that he was quite talented in music. If he didn't hear the meaning of the music, why did the Youngest Brother nod and praise so frequently?
The hot towel Sangsang handed to him was getting hotter and hotter, but it still couldn't wash away his fatigue. Floating in the vast and mysterious world of Talisman Taoism day and night, exhausted by the Senior Brothers and Sisters of the Academy, Ning Que's eyes were as red as a net, and his eyelids were like mountains. His eyes were dull, and his exposed fingers kept drawing Fu characters in the air, copying the tens of thousands of characters he had memorized in his mind. He looked like a fool.
In the meadow of the Academy, 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 mansion's invitation cards to invite him for a chat on behalf of the elders of their family. Hearing Chu Youxian's words, they noticed that Ning Que looked extremely haggard and couldn't help but be shocked.
Ning Que took the two invitation cards and put them in his arms. He looked numb with hands folded in front, and then walked to the back of the mountain, looking a little lost.
The three of them looked at Ning Que's slowly walking back and were shocked speechless for a long time. Situ Yilan shook her head hard to drive Ning Que's ghost-like face out of her mind. She murmured, "Is there a ghost on the Second floor?"
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"Shit! You saw a ghost! "
Chen Pipi was so scared that he directly jumped back twenty meters, and then hesitated for a long time before walking back. He looked at Ning Que's face and was shocked speechless.
Ning Que said weakly, "You are the one who saw 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 look and said, "I did see a ghost. I saw two ghosts in the back of the mountain of the Academy who only knew how to play chess and even wanted to be fed. Two ghosts who only knew how to play flute and zither purely for their own amusement. They couldn't even see that I was asleep, but they insisted that I sit there and listen to them. And a philosophical ghost who caught people and asked those bullsh * t questions … "
Then he turned his head to look at Chen Pipi and said painfully, "And you, you unfaithful coward."
"I know this is an inhuman life, but don't forget that I have been living like this for several years." Chen Pipi looked at Ning Que and answered timidly, "But no matter how hard it was, I didn't become like you now. What on earth has caused you to become like this? "
"I am learning Talisman Taoism from Master Yan Se." Ning Que looked at him with a perplexed expression and said, "But after learning for so long, I still can't figure out the way. This thing is too difficult, and it's so difficult that I have no direction and no brain. That's why I'm not happy."
"Have you used the Eight Strokes Calligraphy of Yong?"
"I have tried everything, but I still can't find the way."
Ning Que slowly lowered his head and said tiredly, "I actually have the feeling of fear and despair … Do you know? This is the first time in my life that I feel hopeless in learning. "
Chen Pipi thought of Ning Que's desperate look when he was cultivating and nodded subconsciously.
Ning Que shook his head and said, "Even when I found that I couldn't cultivate in the City of Wei, I was not as desperate and wanted to give up as I am now. Because when I fell asleep, I always felt that I was meditating. But now facing those Classics of Talisman, even if I enter a sleep-like state of meditation, I still clearly know that I can't do it."
Chen Pipi looked at his haggard cheeks and dim eyes and suddenly said, "I will take you to a place to see a person."
Ning Que asked, "Where? To see who? "
"Don't let Eleventh Brother hear your two questions." Chen Pipi joked.
Ning Que wanted to laugh when he heard this, but he was too tired to raise his eyebrows.
Chen Pipi looked at his pitiful look and sighed. He grabbed his sleeve and walked to somewhere in the Back Mountain.
When they came to a cliff, Chen Pipi stopped and looked at him. He said, "Last time when you reached the top, you saw an old man. You thought he was also Senior Brother, but he was not."
Ning Que thought of the old man and asked, "You said you didn't know how to call him."
Chen Pipi said, "I really don't know how to call him. That old man entered the Back Mountain of the Academy very early, even earlier than Eldest Brother and Second Brother. We should call him Uncle Master, but the Headmaster said that this old man was not a member of the Academy. "
Suddenly, Ning Que thought of many hidden side bosses in stories, such as the great wise man who pointed out the right path for the hero. He suddenly became excited and stared at Chen Pipi. He said, "This old man … is good at Talisman Taoism?"
"No." Chen Pipi shook his head and said, "This old man doesn't know Talisman Taoism. He doesn't know any cultivation methods."
Ning Que stared at Chen Pipi and asked, "Then why did you bring me to see him?"
"You said that 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 cultivation?"
After a long silence, Ning Que firmly answered, "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 man because I want you to see that a person who is really obsessed with something will never give up easily. "
"Since that old man can't cultivate … then what is he obsessed with? What does he like? "
"Reading …" Chen Pipi emphasized and said, "He likes reading."
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(This chapter has 8,000 words, so it takes a long time to write. I wish I could finish it in an hour. But it's really a fool's dream. But a fool is always cute. Haha.) (To be continued. If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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