Standing at the foot of the stairs, Ning Que scratched his head and recalled the rules of the old library. It seemed that no student was forbidden to go up to the second floor. While he was hesitating, someone bypassed him and went up the stairs. Hearing the footsteps, Ning Que felt relieved. He put the regular script of Wang Xinglong in the basket beside the pillar, picked up the front of his robe and went up the stairs.
The second floor of the old library was quieter than the first floor, but there were fewer bookshelves and fewer books. Relatively speaking, the field of vision was wider. When he went upstairs, he found that there were already a lot of people upstairs. They were reading books in front of the bookshelves. Some of them were giggling, and some were murmuring. Apparently, they were all very excited.
Most of the books on classics and history were on the first floor. The books on the second floor were mainly about martial arts and cultivation. Before entering the building, the instructor had already said that reading was not allowed. However, Ning Que still felt that it was an unreal dream when he suddenly found a treasure mountain in front of him without any warning or warning. He stood among the bookshelves in a daze and kept silent for a long time before he gradually digested the shock in his heart.
Li Zhitang Talks about Buddhism, The Verified Relationship between Psyche Power and Emblematic Gesture, Brief Introduction to the Five States of Cultivation, Memories of West-Hill, Dongxuan Sutra, Nanhua Collection, Summary of Swordsmanship Schools in South Jin Kingdom, Dictionary of All Arts Appreciation …
Walking in front of the bookshelves, his eyes fell on the densely packed spines of the books. The shock and excitement had long turned into confusion and helplessness. His hands in his sleeves were trembling uncontrollably. He didn't need to take out these books to read. He could guess the contents just by looking at the titles.
That year, he had saved up money for a long time and went to Kaiping market with the grain transportation team in the City of Wei. While looking for a doctor for Sangsang, he searched all the bookstores in Kaiping market like a stinky dog. Finally, he found the Article on the Response of the Tao. He read it for many years until it turned into ashes in a copper basin.
That year, he killed 17 Horse Gangs on Shubi Lake and saved the firewood collecting team in the City of Wei. The general asked him, "What do you want? All the soldiers and civilians in the City of Wei can pool their money to find a popular prostitute for you. He held the Article on the Response of the Tao, which had been read thinly and thickly, and answered, "I want to learn cultivation. The general was speechless.
The cultivator beside Min Mountain said that she couldn't do it. The officer in charge of the Military Ministry's assessment shook his head. Lyu Qingchen heaved a long sigh. The teacher of the Academy's course of magic skills patted him on the shoulder yesterday. He knew that there was a world in front of him, but he couldn't enter it. He told Sangsang that it was okay, and that he could make a name for himself with his knife and arrows. But it was really not okay, because he didn't want to see the world in front of him vaguely, but he didn't know what was inside.
It was not until he walked into the old library of the Academy and went upstairs that he saw these densely packed books. He knew that it would be difficult for him to change the state of his body through these books, but at least he could see what that world looked like. For the past 16 years, he had struggled bitterly with the Article on the Response of the Highest, like a poor child hugging his last potato. Today, he finally saw a vast expanse of paddy fields. Even though those paddy fields did not belong to him, he was very excited. Even his eyes became hot and wet.
"Sangsang …"
He touched the spine of the book with his trembling fingers and read silently. At this moment, he just wanted to share his feelings with her. She was probably the only one in the world who could understand his feelings at this moment.
The bookshelves were full of cultivation books. He had already determined his goals. Of course, books like Memories of West-Hill were not books that he was in a hurry to read. Materials like South Jin Kingdom's Swordsmanship School were also not things that he was qualified to study. He was not a person who set his sights too high. He knew very well that he could only start from the most basic things, such as the book in front of him, A Preliminary Exploration of Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi.
Just as he pulled out the extremely thin book, a muffled sound suddenly came from somewhere in the building. The students beside the bookshelves looked towards the source of the sound and saw a student fall to the ground. His face was as pale as snow, his body was twitching, and white foam was gushing out of the corner of his mouth. He looked extremely terrifying.
Four people in light-colored robes of the Academy appeared out of nowhere and walked to the fainted student. They grabbed his hands and feet and exerted force at the same time. They lifted the poor student up like a chicken, and then quickly ran towards the stairs. Their actions were so skillful that it seemed that they had practiced it countless times.
The students beside the bookshelves looked at each other and felt an inexplicable fear when they thought of the smiling instructor's warning before entering the old library. However, no one left. On the contrary, more and more students came up from downstairs.
They were all young talents from all over the world. Like Ning Que, they were extremely curious about the mysterious world and had strong confidence that they should be able to enter it. Therefore, they continued to silently lower their heads and took out books from the bookshelves to read silently, pretending that they knew nothing.
Another heavy muffled sound of something falling to the ground was heard. Another young student fainted 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, like the rest of his classmates, he could not resist the temptation of the new world. He made up his mind and opened the thin book in his hand.
The first sentence of A Preliminary Exploration of Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi was, "Heaven and Earth have breath, which is called breath …"
Ning Que nervously and attentively looked down the handwriting. Suddenly, he found that the handwriting in his eyes became blurred, as if someone had put a piece of frosted glass between his eyes. He knew that this was probably what the instructor had warned him about outside the building. He gently bit the tip of his tongue to force himself to stay awake and continue reading.
"Man is the spirit of all things. Therefore, he can understand the way of nature. Willpower is called Psyche Power."
As he read, the handwriting in the thin book became blurred and gradually became a ball of ink stains. He desperately squinted his eyes, trying to make the words in his eyes clearer. Because he was too focused, his eyebrows began to hurt, and the blurred handwriting gradually floated away from the paper!
"Man's Psyche Power originates from the brain and converges between the Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi. It condenses into frost, dew, and water. It flows through all the acupoints and disperses outside the body. It resonates with the breath of Heaven and Earth around the body …"
One by one, the blurred ink drifted away from the yellowish paper and entered his eyes and mind. It became wave after wave of impact, like a long oar poking into the sea beside a ship, constantly stirring and stirring his brain. Ning Que did not feel any pain, but found that his body began to shake along with the stirring. His eyes became more and more blurred, and his chest felt stuffy and nauseous, as if he was extremely seasick!
With a muffled groan, he forcibly closed the thin book in his hand and gasped a few times. Finally, he got rid of the mysterious dizziness. He took a few deep breaths and gradually recovered his calmness.
A middle-aged woman in a professor's robe was sitting at the light table beside the window. Previously, no matter how many students fell down in the building, she seemed not to notice it and just concentrated on her small regular script on the table. However, after hearing the sound of the book being closed, she slightly frowned and looked up at Ning Que, whose face was pale, with a touch of surprise flashing in her eyes.
This female professor had been practicing in the old library for more than 20 years. She did not know how many new students of the Academy were lost in books until they could not bear the mental impact and fainted. However, it was extremely rare to see someone like Ning Que, who had already begun to read and could control his mind with a strong willpower to close the book again.
Ning Que did not know that he had attracted the attention of the female professor. At this time, all his attention was on the thin book in his hand. After he finished regulating his breath, he felt that his spirit and physical strength had returned to normal. Without hesitation, he opened the cover of the thin book again and continued to read.
Just now, he saw the two words "Mutual Affinity", so he continued to read from there. However, this time, when his eyes fell on the two words, he suddenly felt that the two words floated into his mind and stirred up an extremely turbulent sea wave. With a boom, thousands of mountain-like waves came crashing over!
The hand and the book in front of him disappeared. He stared blankly at the bookshelf gradually sinking and the densely arranged books in one place. Finally, he saw a snow-white roof, and then darkness, the darkness of the deepest part of the sea.
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A horse carriage stopped in front of the Old Brush Pen Shop on Lin 47th Street. The curtain was lifted and Ning Que stepped out of the carriage. He bowed to the coachman and the deacon of the Academy in the carriage and said very sincerely, "Thank you very much."
As the horse carriage drove away, Ning Que took a deep breath and rubbed his pale cheeks. He walked into the shop and looked at Sangsang, who threw away the rag in her hand and looked at him with curiosity and hope. Ning Que forced a smile and said, "The Academy … is really the best place in the world, but also the worst place in the world.
He had fainted in the old library and did not wake up until the horse carriage was about to enter the Vermilion Bird Gate. He did not remember how he fainted at all. What made him feel more frightened and lost was that he even forgot the content of the book he was reading before he fainted. No matter how hard he tried, there was not a single memory in his mind.
"But I have to warn you, those mysterious books that you are curious about cannot be memorized. You can only experience them. As for the reason, I will not explain it. After all, human power is limited. If you do not have the potential for cultivation but force yourself into the books, it will lead to some very bad results. "
Now he finally understood the true meaning of the warning from the Academy instructor in front of the old library. He even faintly guessed that those books on cultivation on the bookshelf should be written with some kind of talisman technique.
"There are many books on cultivation in the old library. I thought that you should be there."
Ning Que looked at Sangsang and remembered the scene many years ago when he held a weak little girl like a mouse and ran to the bookstall in Linping market. He said softly, "But it seems to be very troublesome to understand those books. It feels like there is a mountain in front of me."
"Young master, can't we go around it?" Sangsang raised her little face and asked with concern.
Ning Que shook his head and looked at her quietly. He asked, "We have discussed before. What if we can't go around a mountain?"
Sangsang nodded hard and said, "Split the mountain."
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