Chapter 82 Old Bookstore

The third scattering bell rang out, and the students walked out of their respective bookshelf. Some students who lived for a long time rushed to the stove to avoid missing the special meal on the first day of school. Some students who were going back to Chang'an City were They hurried to the meadow in the courtyard to avoid missing the celebration banquet of friends in the city. Most of the students packed up their books and walked towards the depths of the academy through the quiet alley next to the bookstore.

Looking up at the signboard, I knew that the direction was the old bookstore. I remembered the earnest advice of the chief professor in the first class this morning, Ning Que couldn't help but feel curious, waved his hand to say goodbye to Chu Youxian, and followed him The crowd walked towards the alley.

There is no pattern in the distribution of buildings in the academy. There are a few pieces on the east and the west, and the corridors on the west are scattered between the meadows at the foot of the mountain, but it gives people a natural feeling. The flat-eaves book houses hide the rain corridors. Countless alleys are quiet and well-connected. Without signs, no one knows where the lead will lead in front of them.

Ning Que laughed and laughed on the surface, but he was not very willing to follow the crowd in his heart. He deliberately separated from the crowd without walking for a few steps. He walked quietly in the alley. The spring sun at noon covered his head and put the flat eaves beside the alley. It reflected into neat black seals, just pressing on his right shoulder, and it felt a little heavy.

Just walked quietly, I don't know how long I walked out of the alley, and suddenly there was a bright and open scene in front of me, with a very fresh scenery. Ning Que lifted the headscarf blown by the wind to his neck, looking at the large wet land in front of me Lin Ze, looking at the lush water pine and green bamboo, realized that there was such a beautiful scene deep in the academy.

There are endless reeds growing in the water shui. At this time, there is no solemn autumn wind that dyes it yellow and whites. The straight waist is green and tender in the spring breeze, looking like a dense corn stalk field, with a slightly dry wind coming from the lake After passing through the forest, I was filtered by these green poles with water vapor, and it became cooler and pleasant again.

Ning Que walked on the stone path next to the wetland, looking at the fish in the shadows of the water, listening to the chirping of unknown insects in the woods beside him, and the string in his heart that had been tense for more than ten years seemed to be moistened by the qi. I was gently rubbed by the shade of the tree, and gradually became loose and soft. Occasionally, if a classmate passed by, he would nod politely, but he did not speed up his pace.

The stone slab under your feet was unpredictable, and the pit above was uneven and just prevented from slipping. It was paved from Shushe Lane, walked around the wetland, and then reached into the forest. About thousands of stones were densely built into a flat path, forming a A very long stone path was finally reached in front of a three-story old wooden building in the green forest at the foot of the mountain.

This three-story wooden building looks ordinary, without any colorful makeup, or any eaves and corners. It just simply rises up against the mountain, but those varnished woods should not be ordinary things. Looking at the wind and rain, The traces left by the year are unknown for many years, but there are no traces of decay left by the academy.

Ning Que looked up at the horizontal plaque above the wooden building with three characters written on the old bookstore. He couldn't help but wonder, would the teachers in this academy be too lazy? A library is called "because it's older." Old bookstore?

"I know you are very curious about why this building is called an old book building. In fact, the reason is very simple, because this building is responsible for collecting books for the academy, and one of the books is only used to record our thoughts, and thoughts, once it is said that, If you jump out of your mind and write it on paper in words, it will no longer be fresh, it is just an old thing, so any book is an old book."

There were already many people around downstairs. In front of the closed wooden door, a middle-aged academy teacher was smiling and explaining to the students the origin of the name of the old bookstore.

"You are now a member of the academy, so remember that there has never been a saying in our academy that you would cherish the words and paper, nor is there any rule to kowtow on the desk. Books are books, they are just tools, and they are never sacred. Only our thoughts are fresh, so this building is called an old bookstore in order to let you remember this."

The students nodded and received teaching, but they did not necessarily understand the meaning hidden in these two simple words. Ning Que understood a little, but did not know whether his understanding was completely correct.

"Tell everyone about the rules of the old bookstore." The middle-aged teacher who is responsible for managing the old bookstore continued with a smile: "There are two teachers and four managers here. Our task is to serve all teachers and students, so we can stay up day and night. , you can come and read the book at any time, but there are three things you need to remember."

"First of all, the old bookstore has the richest collection of books in the world because in addition to an organization with a hundred people who are responsible for searching for books in various countries, your senior brothers in the Lijie world are also spending a lot of money to buy books. They work hard and they spend a lot of money. So when you read a book, please wash your hands, and don't spray your spit on the book during discussion, don't take too much care, but don't treat them as straw paper in your own toilet."

"Secondly, we can't find more books, so when you want to read a book but find it can't be found, please question yourself first, whether the book you want to read is worth reading--If it is So, is it the most exquisite Hejian version? If it is a Dongzheng dialect novel, is it the most representative big river? If not, then don't ask us again, because it means we determine what you want to read Those books don't make sense."

"The last and most important point is that it is strictly forbidden to carry any books away from the old bookstore, and copying is prohibited. Don't look at me with this kind of eyes, don't try to instill any spiritual instillation in me, the rules in the academy are rules. Professor Cao Zhifeng from Class C in the morning must have taught you with his fists. The rationality of these rules cannot be questioned. As for the good intentions and deep meaning behind the rules, you can unconditionally understand and feel inexplicably, but don't expect me to You explain."

The teacher stood under the horizontal plaque of the old book building, looking at the students with different expressions with a smile, and his smile seemed extremely abominable, like a profiteer who gave loan sharks, or like a wealthy slave who showed his own gold to tempt the poor, and said slowly: "Don't try." Challenge this last rule. Even if you are the best book stealer in the world and want to use your skills in the old bookstore, you will have only one end in the end, that is death... the kind of death that is very miserable."

The students were in an uproar, and Ning Que stood outside the crowd and shook his head repeatedly, thinking that even if the building has the richest collection of books in the world, you are not allowed to copy or lend them out. How can you remember it? He had other doubts about the books in the building, but thought that others should have the same doubts as himself, so he suppressed his urgent mood to wait.

Sure enough, a famous student stretched out his arms and asked loudly, "Sir, do you think there are all kinds of books in the old bookstore?"

The teacher's eyes were slightly changed, and he found the student who dared to raise questions in the crowd. He frowned slightly and said in displeasure: "Do you have any doubts about my statement?"

"Students dare not." The student was frightened by the teacher's eyes and said, "Students are just...the students are just curious. Is there any...the book about practice in the building?"

The teacher's face cleared a little, raised his jaw and smiled slightly, confident, proud and contemptuous to a point of point of being pointed by ten thousand men: "In the eyes of the secular people, those so-called mysterious books are probably extremely rare, but for my academy What's the difficulty? If you want to read the legendary seven volumes of the Heavenly Book and the Rotten Ke Buddhist scriptures, there is really no in the building, but other than that, I really don't know any practice books that you can think of but can't find! "

Listening to this sentence, Ning Que, who was standing outside the crowd, slowly clenched his fist in his sleeve. Although his expression had not changed much, his heartbeat accelerated for no reason. He subconsciously raised his head and stared at the building in front of him. The ordinary three-story wooden building, with its scorching eyes as if it was about to ignite the wooden building.

Entering the world of cultivation was his childhood dream. Although he was hit again several times and even yesterday, the reason why the dream is beautiful is because it is difficult to realize, but it attracts you to try hard and make it happen from time to time. I hope to show my little tail and tempt you, and moaned softly: Come and chase me, come and catch me!

He had already cut off his hope of entering the world of cultivation, and suddenly found that he could enter and exit a wooden building filled with practice books at will. He went to several markets when he was young and bought a book of Taishang Sensors. For the young man in the article, what a sudden and difficult happiness!

"I would like to remind all the students, don't be too greedy in your eyes, otherwise the old bookstore will be burned, and the dean will cut us into peach branches and swallow it."

The teacher downstairs looked at Ning Que outside the crowd with a smile, then curled his smile, looked at Zhusheng seriously and said, "I must warn you that the mysterious books you are curious about cannot be remembered, but can only experience them. As for the reason, I still won't explain it. Human resources are sometimes poor after all. If you have no potential for cultivation and have to force yourself into the book, it will lead to some very bad results. Please do not complain about the intent of this teaching at that time. Pre-prepared."

The wooden door of the old book building slowly opened, and it was quiet inside, as if it was a gate to an unknown world. There was no dust splashing over the years, no spider webs dragged, but it gave people a sense of vicissitudes and oppression brought by time. After a moment of silence, he tidied up his clothes, calmed down, and walked over the threshold and walked in.

The building is much larger than it seems from the outside. There are countless simple bookshelves neatly arranged in the wide space. The bookshelves are arranged according to the six subjects and ages, and all the books you can think of are displayed on them, both high and low, new and old, and snuggle up. In one place, it is like countless sages and famous scholars in countless years, watching you naughtyly.

When the students entered the building, they quickly dispersed and went straight to find books they were interested in. Ning Que walked alone between the bookshelf, and occasionally took out a book to read it. Then he found that the book case was placed next to the window of the book building. I have a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and I can't help but wonder why I have to keep these things in hand since I can't copy them?

I found a copy of Wang Xinglong's regular script in the Nanjin Book District. Ning Que took it out and studied while walking casually. Gradually, he became quieter and quieter. He raised his head and saw a clean staircase appearing in front of him.

The stairs are used to go upstairs. Now he is on the first floor, so above the stairs is the second floor.