Chapter 83 The First Sword of the Book Mountain

Ning Que stood under the stairs and scratched his head, recalling the rules mentioned by the old bookstore teachers before, as if there was no such statement that students were prohibited from going up to the second floor. While hesitating, someone walked around him and walked up the stairs. He felt relieved as he listened to the sound of footsteps. He put the book Wang Xinglongkai in the book basket next to the pillar, picked up the front panel of the school robe and picked up the steps. And go up.

The second floor of the old book building is quieter than below, but the bookshelf and book collection are much smaller, and the vision has become wider. When he walked upstairs, he found that there were already many people upstairs, and they each picked up the bookshelf in front of the bookshelf. When reading books, some people smiled foolishly, while others were muttering and were very excited.

Most of the books such as classics and history collections are on the first floor, while the books on the bookshelf on the second floor are more focused on martial arts and practice. The teacher before entering the building had already said that he couldn't help reading, but suddenly he found a treasure mountain suddenly appeared in front of him. Without saying hello, there was no sign of thunder. Ning Que still felt that this was like an unreal dream. He stood in a daze between the bookshelf, and was silent for a long time before he gradually digested the shock in his heart.

"Li Zhitang's Talk about Buddha", "The Verification of Mind Power and Handprints", "A Brief Description of the Five Realms of Practice", "Remembering the Years of Xiling", "Dongxuan Sutra", "Nanhua Collection", "Summary of Sword Art Schools in Southern Jin", "Wan Wan" Dictionary of Appreciation of Laws"…

He walked in front of the bookshelf, his eyes falling on the dense spine of the book. The shock had already turned into a loss of confusion, and his hands in his sleeves were trembling slightly without any restraint. He doesn't have to draw out these books to read, he can guess the contents in them just by looking at the titles.

That year, he saved up a long time in the money and followed the grain-lossing team in Weicheng to Kaiping Market. While looking for a doctor for Sangsang, he searched for all the bookstores of Kaiping Market like a stinky dog. Finally, he found a This is the Supreme Response Chapter, and then it will take years to turn it into a handful of ashes in a copper basin.

That year, he killed seventeen horse thieves on Shubi Lake and saved the firewood team in Weicheng. The general asked him: What do you want? The military and civilians in Weicheng can raise money to find a red husband for you to deflower. He held the book in his hand that was read thinly and thickly, and replied: I want to learn to practice, but the general is speechless.

The practitioner next to Minshan said you can't do it. The officer who was assessing the military department shook his head. Old man Lu Qingchen sighed. The teacher of the Academy's Arts Department patted him on the shoulder yesterday. He knew that there was a world in front of him, but he couldn't walk in. He told Sangsang that it was okay, and he could even create a world with his own sword and arrow, but this was really a problem, because he was unwilling to see the shadows of that world appear in front of him, but he didn't know what scenery there was.

Until he walked into the old book building of the academy, went up the stairs and saw these dense books. He knew that it might be difficult for him to change his physical condition through these books, but at least he could take a look at what that world looked like. In the first sixteen years, he struggled with the book "The Supreme Inspiration" as if he was holding the last one. A poor child with a potato, today he finally saw a large area of ​​rice fields like the sea. Even though those rice fields were still not his, he was really excited, and even his eyes became hot and wet.

"Sangsang..."

He stretched out his slightly trembling fingers to stroke the spine and recited silently, he just wanted to share his mood with her at this moment. Perhaps only she could understand his mood at this moment in this world.

The bookshelf are full of practice books, and he has determined his goal. Books like "Remembrance of the Years of Xiling" are of course not the books he urgently read now, and materials like "Summary of the Sword Art School of Southern Jin" are not the ones he is now. He is not a person who is qualified to study. He is very clear that he can only start from the most basic things, such as the book "A First Exploration of the Snow Mountains and the Sea of ​​Qi" in front of his finger.

Just as he had just pulled out the extremely thin book, a muffled sound suddenly sounded somewhere in the building. The students next to the bookshelf looked away and saw a student falling to the ground for some reason, with a pale face as white as snow. , his body kept twitching, and white foam kept gushing out of the corners of his mouth, looking extremely terrifying.

Four people wearing light-colored robes of the academy emerged from somewhere and walked to the fainting student, catching hands and catching feet, exerting force at the same time in a tacit understanding, turning the poor student like a chicken He picked it up and then ran quickly towards the stairs. He was proficient in his movements as if he had practiced countless times.

The students next to the bookshelf looked at each other, remembering the smiling warning of the teacher before entering the old bookstore, and felt a sense of unreasonable throbbing. However, no one left, on the contrary, more and more students came up from downstairs.

All the students are young talents from all over the world. Like Ning Que, they are extremely curious about that mysterious world, and have a strong sense of confidence that they should be able to enter that world, so they continue to silently bow their heads and take out the books on the bookshelf. Reading books silently, pretending not to know anything.

Another heavy sound of heavy objects falling into the ground, another young student fainted on the ground with a pale face. Ning Que looked at the man who was quickly carried away silently, and his mood became heavy and hesitant, but after all, he was still like the rest. Like his classmates, he could not resist the temptation of the new world and turned his heart to open the thin book in his hand.

The first sentence of "A First Exploration of the Snow Mountains and Qi Sea" is: "There is breathing in heaven and earth, which is breathing..."

Ning Que looked down nervously and focusedly along the handwritten ink marks. 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 the teacher. The warning outside the building was made, bite the tip of the tongue and forcefully wake up and continue reading.

"Man is the spirit of all things, so he can understand the way of nature. The will is the power of thought."

As he read, the handwriting on the book became blurry and gradually became a ball of ink stain. He squinted his eyes desperately, trying to make the words in his eyes clearer, because he was too focused and his eyebrows were in his eyes. It started to hurt a little, and the vague handwriting gradually drifted away from the paper!

"The power of human thoughts comes from the brain, gathers between the snow-capped mountains and the sea of ​​qi, condenses into frost, dew, and water, travels through the orifices and scatters outside the body, and feels with the breath of the heaven and earth around the body..."

One by one, blurred ink traces floated away from the slightly yellow paper, entered his eyes, entered his mind, and became wave after wave of shock, like a long oar exploring into the sea water beside a sea boat, The stop stirring stirred his brain. Ning Que did not feel pain, but found that his body began to shake with this stir, his eyes became blurry, and he felt a sensation on his chest, as if he was seasick!

He groaned, forced himself to close the thin book in his hand, and gasped for a few times in a hurry. Finally, he got rid of the mysterious and dizzy world, took a few deep breaths, and gradually returned to calm.

There were a few places by the window by the building, and a middle-aged woman in a professor's robe sat. No matter how many students fell from the building, she seemed to be unaware of anything, and just focused on drawing her own small calligraphy on the table. However, After a snap, she frowned slightly and raised her head, looking at Ning Que, her eyes flashed with a strange color.

This female professor has been studying in the old bookstore for more than 20 years. She has seen many new students who have entered the academy and lost their minds until she finally found it difficult to bear the impact of He's spirit, so she fainted. However, like Ning Que, she has already started reading books, but she can It is extremely rare for people to control their minds and re-close the book by relying on their strong willpower.

Ning Que didn't know that he had attracted the attention of the female professor. At this time, he was fully focused on the thin book in his hand. When he finished his breathing, he felt that his mental strength had returned to normal, so he turned it back without hesitation. Open the cover of the book and continue looking down.

He saw the word " Slight ", so he continued from the word " Slight ". However, this time when his eyes just fell on the word " Slight ", he suddenly felt that these two ink words floated in, and directly It swept into my mind, stirring up an extremely turbulent wave, and a loud bang of thousands of mountain-like waves came over!

The hands and books in his eyes disappeared. He stared at the bookshelf in his sight gradually sinking, and the bookshelf densely displayed in one place accelerated their decline. Finally, he saw the snow-white roof, and then there was a darkness, the deepest darkness under the sea.

A carriage was parked at the door of Lao Bizhai, Linsui Lane 47. The curtain was raised, Ning Que walked out of the carriage with a quick step, bowed to the coachman and the academy deacon in the carriage, and said sincerely: "Thank you. "

The carriage drove away, Ning Que took a deep breath, rubbed his still pale cheeks, walked into the shop, looked at the rag in his hand, looked at his Sangsang who was full of hope and curiosity, and said with a forced smile: "The Academy ...It's the best place in the world, but it's also the worst place.

He fainted in the old bookstore before and did not wake up until the carriage was about to enter the Suzaku Gate. He didn't remember how he was so stunned. What made him even more frightened and lost was that he even forgot what the book he read before he fell into a coma. No matter how hard he thought about it, even the memory of the star points did not exist in his mind.

"But I must warn you that the mysterious books you are curious about cannot be remembered, but can only be understood. As for the principles in it, I still cannot explain it. Human power is sometimes poor. If you have no potential for cultivation, but have to force yourself into the book, you will It leads to some very bad results."

He finally understood the true meaning of the warning that the academy teacher had in front of the old bookstore, and even vaguely guessed that the practice books on the bookshelf should have been written with some kind of talisman technique.

"There are many books on practice in the old bookstore, and I was thinking at the time that you should be there."

Ning Que looked at Sangsang, remembering the scene when he was holding a weak little girl like a little mouse and running at the book stall in Linping Market, and said softly: "But to understand those books, it seems to be It was a very troublesome thing, and I felt like a mountain was blocking my way."

"Young master, can't you go around?" Sangsang asked with concern with his little face tilted and frowned.

Ning Que shook his head, looked at her quietly and asked, "We have discussed before, what if a mountain can't get around?"

Sangsang nodded vigorously and said, "Splitting the mountain."