The next day, the Academy arranged a course of mathematics. However, the atmosphere in the study room today was somewhat different from yesterday. The students beside the desk listened silently to the professor's lecture, but their minds had already drifted elsewhere, to the place called the old library. Obviously, many people had experienced the same situation as Ning Que yesterday. On the contrary, it aroused the unwillingness of these young students and their will to challenge.
As the bell rang, the mathematics professor gently flicked his sleeves and announced the end of the class. The study room burst into an uproar and all the students rushed out, running towards the wooden building deep in the Academy. The professor had seen the performance of the new students many times. He just smiled and shook his head, without saying anything.
Chu Youxian, who did not go to the old library yesterday, also wanted to explore it today after hearing about the magic of the building from his classmates. He called Ning Que and rushed out. Ning Que seemed to be very peaceful today and was not in a hurry at all. After walking out of the study room, he did not rush to the old library, but walked along the stone path to the kitchen.
Ning Que ate a chicken drumstick and three raw eggs for lunch for two people. He slowly finished all the food in front of him and looked up at the empty kitchen. He touched his slightly bulging abdomen with satisfaction.
Walking out of the kitchen and stepping on the quiet stone path around the wetland reeds, he still did not rush to the old library. Instead, he walked slowly around the wetland lake three times until he was sure that the food in his belly had been digested and turned into the heat needed by his body. Then he squatted by the lake and carefully washed his hands before calmly walking in the direction of the old library.
He did not have the potential for cultivation, but he had enough fighting experience. In the face of those mysterious books in the old library, he decided to fight with a resolute attitude and cut the mountain in front of him bit by bit. Therefore, he had to adjust his body and spirit to the best state.
"Make way! Make way! It's not boiling water! It's a living person! "
In front of the old library, there was a burst of hurried shouts. Four deacons in school robes rushed out with a fainted student in their hands. Their faces were expressionless, but their shouts were particularly interesting. Probably because too many fainted students had been carried out in the past two days, they had to think of some ways to dispel this boring repetition.
At least a dozen fainted students were lying outside the old library. The Academy had long prepared for this situation, and there were instructors in charge of this matter treating them with refreshment soup and Jiyuan pills.
Looking at this scene, Ning Que could not help shaking his head with a bitter smile.
Walking up the stairs, he found that among the empty bookshelves, there were fewer students than yesterday. But most of them were carried out, not because they were afraid of difficulties and did not want to go upstairs. Those who could enter the Academy were all capable people. Who would be willing to give up on the second day? But looking at those young students' pale faces and swaying bodies as if they were drunk, Ning Que was afraid that none of them could hold on for too long.
From time to time, dull thuds could be heard, like the sound of ripe fruits falling onto the ground in autumn. The students beside the bookshelves kept falling down, either convulsing and fainting, or foaming at the mouth, looking at the sky listlessly. It was a very miserable sight.
At this time, Ning Que was still holding the book "A Preliminary Exploration of Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi" in his hand. He withdrew his eyes from the unfortunate fainted classmates and did not have the time to pay attention to others. He took a deep breath and opened the book with a solemn expression.
"Heaven and Earth have breath, it is called breath …"
The difficult climbing of the Book Mountain had to start from the first step, because he only remembered holding this book before he fainted yesterday, but did not remember what he had read and where he had read. He had foreseen in advance how helpless and repetitive the process of reading would be in the future, and every time he began, he would have to start from the first sentence.
As expected, the handwriting on the thin book became blurred again. Those clusters of ink stains, like ink drops falling into the clear water urn, quickly dispersed. Ning Que was unmoved and continued to read quickly.
"Man is the spirit of all things, so he can understand the way of nature. The willpower is the Psyche Power."
The blurred handwriting once again drifted away from the paper and began to buzz and vibrate in his mind. Ning Que felt that the vibration was not even like paddling, but more like the cold wind on the grassland. He felt that he was fighting with countless fierce Horse Gangs.
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 tough, his neck muscles were a little dull pain. In order to dispel the annoying feeling in his chest and abdomen at this time, he suppressed the infinite temptation of the thin book in his hand. He looked out of the window at the spring trees and other classmates beside the bookshelves.
A small figure leaned against the bookshelf and collapsed weakly. It was Linchuan Wang Ying. Then Ning Que noticed that in the deepest part of the bookshelf, Xie Chengyun was sitting on the ground with his legs crossed. He slightly lowered his eyes and quietly looked at the scroll on his knees. Although his eyes were still bright, his face was extremely pale.
"They are all trying hard to climb." Ning Que said quietly. He was infected by the young stubborn and unwilling atmosphere of his classmates in the building. He smiled and cast his eyes back to the paper.
"The Psyche Power of man originates from the brain and converges between the Snow Mountain and the Ocean of Qi. It condenses into frost, dew and water. It flows through all the orifices and disperses outside the body. It resonates with the breath of heaven and earth around the body …"
The mass of ink floated again, shaking and swaying. Suddenly, he couldn't hear the buzzing sound in his mind. He felt as if he was standing in the streets of Spring Breeze Pavilion, without Chao Xiaoshu by his side. There was only endless rain falling from the sky, hitting his face, body, and clothes. He suddenly felt extremely wet and cold.
Then he fainted again.
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On the afternoon of the third day, outside the old library.
"Make way, make way, it's not boiling water, it's a living person!"
Four deacons in school robes carried the fainted Ning Que out of the old library quickly and threw him to the doctor waiting outside. Then someone carried him into the carriage.
Today, there were 27 people in a coma in the building.
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On the afternoon of the fourth day, outside the old library.
"Make way, make way, it's not boiling water, it's a living person!"
It was still the same four deacons in school robes who carried the fainted Ning Que out of the old library and threw him to the doctor waiting outside. They wiped the sweat on their foreheads and complained in a low voice.
Today, there were nine people in a coma in the building.
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On the afternoon of the fifth day, outside the old library.
"Make way, it's still the living person rolling in the boiling water!"
It was still the same four deacons in school robes who carried the fainted Ning Que out of the old library slowly and weakly. The doctor waiting outside the building looked at this familiar face and could not help but sigh.
Today, there were four people in a coma in the building.
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On the afternoon of the sixth day, outside the old library.
"Make way."
The four deacons in school robes simply said two words and then threw Ning Que into the shade outside the building.
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Spring was coming and the temperature was rising, but the Academy students did not make any progress in challenging the old library and gradually failed miserably. In the following days, because of the unforgettable experience, most of the students had confirmed that the books in the old library were completely useless to them, and fewer and fewer people went to the second floor.
Every day after school, Ning Que still insisted on going to the kitchen to have a big meal, take three laps around the wetland, and then continue to climb the stairs. Every time he climbed the stairs, he fainted and was carried away, but he was not discouraged at all. He did not give up, but his face became paler and paler, his cheeks became thinner and thinner, and his footsteps became more and more unstable.
Seeing him go up the tall building and being carried out of the building, there was no accident.
On this afternoon, Ning Que ate two big plates of mushroom chicken rice, a plate of shredded pork belly with chili oil, and two steamed buns. He washed his hands by the wetland and went outside the old library again.
The students of the Academy did not remember that Ning Que had gotten three A + grades in the academy entrance exam. They only knew that this lad was the most famous lunatic in Class C. When he appeared at the entrance of the old library, all the students who were reading or taking notes by the window raised their heads at the same time. They looked at his figure and began to whisper among themselves.
"Is this guy crazy?"
"How long will he stay upstairs today?"
"An hour?"
"I think he won't last long. He will be carried down in no more than ten minutes."
"I'm more curious about who will go downstairs first, him or Mr. Xie."
"Mr. Xie has the potential for cultivation, but what about this guy?"
"Why does he work so hard?"
"I think it's because he wants to compete with Mr. Xie for the limelight. Otherwise, why would he work so hard?"
Ning Que did not hear these whispers at all. He looked at the stairs in front of him, clutching his slightly trembling right wrist with his left hand. He forcibly suppressed the strong desire to take back his feet, took a deep breath and continued to go up. Only he himself knew that the stairs would be steeper, longer, and more difficult than yesterday every day.
Looking at his back as he walked up the stairs with great difficulty, looking at his pale face, the gazes of the students downstairs became more and more complicated. Many people doubted his goal of risking his life, or looked down on his obsession, but no matter who it was, they couldn't help but admire the will and perseverance he displayed.
On the second floor, Ning Que gently wiped a few beads of sweat from his forehead and silently walked to the bookshelf where he stood every day. He pulled out the thin book that he had read for many days but still could not remember anything.
There was silence on the empty floor. Apart from him, there was only one student who could still persist: Xie Chengyun, who sat at the end of the bookshelf with his legs crossed. His face was as pale as a new paper without ink, with the same book on his knees.
Ning Que knew that Mr. Xie was here. Since he could enter the course of magic skills, he must have the potential for cultivation, so he was not surprised that he could persist for such a long time. But he did not expect what kind of discussion would be caused in the Academy when only he and Xie Chengyun were left on the second floor of the old library.
In the eyes of many students and even instructors, Ning Que and Xie Chengyun were competing again after the academy entrance exam. Neither of them was willing to give up before the other, so they came to the old library every day and struggled to persist.
Ning Que did not know this kind of discussion, nor did he know whether Xie Chengyun came here every day because of this competitive idea. Even if he knew these discussions, he would not care at all, because only he knew why he came here every day. Even if it was futile and extremely painful, he still wanted to come here every day.
Because he liked it, because he needed it. The reason was so simple.
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