Chapter 84 Spring is getting deep, people are about to die, and books are still the same

The course arranged by the academy on the second day was mathematics, but the atmosphere in today's bookstore was a little different from yesterday. The students next to the desk listened to the professor's lecture silently, but their thoughts had already floated to another place, to that place It is obvious that many people experienced the same situation as Ning Que yesterday, which on the contrary also aroused the unwillingness and will to challenge these young students.

The scattered bell rang quietly, and the professor of mathematics gently brushed his sleeves and announced the end of get out of class. With a coaxing sound from the bookstore, all the students rushed out quickly and ran towards the wooden building deep in the academy. The professor saw too much about the performance of the new students entering the academy, but just smiled and shook his head without saying anything.

Chu Youxian, who did not go to the old bookstore yesterday, heard his classmates talk about the magic of the building, and today he also wanted to find out what happened. He called Ning Que and rushed out. Ning Que seemed extremely peaceful today and was not in a hurry at all. After walking out of the bookstore, he did not rush to go to the old bookstore, but followed the stone path to the stove hall.

The lunch for two people, added a chicken leg, and ate three raw eggs. Ning Que slowly finished all the food in front of him, raised his head and looked at the empty stove. He touched the slightly bulging one with satisfaction. abdomen.

After walking out of the stove and stepping on the quiet stone path surrounding the reeds of the wetland, he still did not rush to go to the old bookstore, but walked slowly around the wetland lake and lake for three times until he confirmed that the food in his belly had been digested. It became the heat needed by the body, and then squatted by the lake and washed his hands carefully before moving towards the old bookstore.

He has no potential for cultivation, but he has enough experience in fighting. Facing the mysterious booklets in the old bookstore, he decided to fight and with a ruthless spirit, and bit by bit, cut off the one in front of him little by little with his fierce spirit. He must regulate his body and spirit to the best state.

"Give it! Give it! Not boiling water! It's a living person!"

Listening to a burst of rushing shouts in front of the old bookstore, the four deacons in college robes ran out quickly with a fainting student. There was no expression on their faces, but the shouting was very interesting. In the past two days There are probably too many fainting students who have been lifted out, and they must think of some tricks to eliminate this boring repetition.

At least a dozen fainting students were lying outside the old bookstore. The academy had already prepared this situation. A teacher who was specifically responsible for this matter was treated with medicines such as Xingshen Decoction and Jiyuan Pills.

Ning Que looked at the scene and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

Walking up the stairs, between the bookshelf in the empty building, he found that the number of students studying hard was less than yesterday, but most of them were carried out, rather than fearing difficulties and not climbing the building - no one who could get into the academy was able to get into the academy. Incompetent, who is willing to give up sadly just the next day? Just looking at the pale faces of the young students, shaking their drunken bodies, I am afraid no one can hold on for too long.

The dull sound of impact sounded from time to time, like the ripe fruits on the branches of autumn falling on the mud. The students next to the bookshelf kept falling down, twitching and fainting, or foaming at the mouth without any hope. God, very miserable.

Ning Que was holding the same book "A First Discovery of the Snow Mountains and the Sea of ​​Qi". He took his eyes off those classmates who were unfortunately fainting. Wu Dong paid attention to other people's affairs again, took a deep breath, and opened the pages with a serious expression. .

"There is breathing in heaven and earth, which is breathing..."

The difficult climbing of the book mountain has to start from the first step, because he only remembered that he was holding this book before he fell into a coma yesterday, but he couldn't remember what he had read or where he saw - he had predicted the future in advance How helpless the reading process will be, and every time you start, you will have to start with the first sentence.

The handwriting on the book blurred again without any surprise. The balls of ink stains were like ink drops falling into the clear water jar, quickly dissipating. Ning Que was not moved and continued to move quickly. Read down.

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

The blurred handwriting floated off the paper again and began to buzz and vibrate in his mind. Ning Que felt that the vibrations were not even like paddlings, but more like the cold wind on the grassland. He felt that he was with countless fierce people. Horse thieves fight.

He took a deep breath and forced his head to rest for a while. Because the head-raising movement was too firm and tough, it made the neck muscles ache. In order to relieve the annoying feeling between his chest and abdomen at this time, he suppressed the thin book in his hand. The infinite temptation of the book, looked at the spring forest outside the window, and looked at the other classmates next to the bookshelf.

A small figure fell weakly against the bookshelf. It was Wang Ying from Linchuan. Then Ning Que noticed that in the deepest part of the bookshelf, Xie Chengyun was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes lowered slightly and quietly looked at the book on his knees. Although his eyes were bright and still, his face was extremely pale and terrible.

"We are all trying to climb." Ning Que said silently, infected by the young, stubborn and unwilling to surrender to his classmates in the building, and smiled and turned his eyes back to 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 heaven and earth around the body..."

The ink ball floated again, vibrating and shaking. He suddenly couldn't hear the buzzing sound in his mind. He felt as if he was standing in the streets and alleys of Chunfeng Pavilion. There was no small tree beside him, but only endless rain fell from the sky. It hit his face and clothes and felt an extreme coldness.

Then he fainted again.

On the afternoon of the third day, outside the old book building.

"Give it, let it go, not boiling water, but living people!"

Four deacons in college robes walked out of the old bookstore with the fainting Ning Que and threw him to the doctor on standby outside the building, and then someone carried him into the carriage.

Twenty-seven people were unconscious in the building today.

On the afternoon of the fourth day, outside the old book building.

"Transfer, let go, it's really not boiling water, it's such a living person!"

The four deacons in college robes walked out of the old bookstore with the fainting Ning Que, threw him to the doctor on standby outside the building, wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and complained in a low voice.

Nine people were unconscious in the building today.

On the afternoon of the fifth day, outside the old book building.

"Ranger, it's still the living person who has been boiling water!"

They were still the four deacons in college robes, carrying the fainting Ning Que slowly out of the old bookstore, shouting weakly. The doctor who was on standby outside the building looked at the familiar face and couldn't help but sigh. A sound.

Four people were unconscious in the building today.

On the afternoon of the sixth day, outside the old book building.

"Give up."

Four deacons in college robes spoke two words in a very concise way, and threw someone into the shade of the tree outside the building.

Spring is getting stronger and the temperature is getting higher. The students of the academy have made no progress in the challenge of the old bookstores and have gradually been defeated miserably. In the days that followed, due to the unforgettable experience, most students have confirmed the books in the old bookstores for I was completely unable to deal with it, and fewer and fewer people went to the second floor.

After Ning Que left the bell every day, he still insisted on going to the stove to have a big meal, taking three walks beside the wetland, and then continued to climb the stairs, climbing the stairs again and again, fainting again and again, and was carried away again and again. He was not discouraged at all, let alone giving up. , but his face became paler, his cheeks became thinner and thinner, and his steps became more and more empty when he climbed the tower.

Seeing him going up to a high building, and seeing him being carried out of the building, there was no accident.

On the afternoon of that day, Ning Que ate two large plates of mushroom chicken rice, and ate two steamed buns with a plate of red oil shredded rice, washed his hands next to the wetland, and came to the old bookstore again.

Nowadays, the students of the academy no longer remember that Ning Que had won the third-level A when he was admitted to the hospital. They only knew that this young man was the most famous lunatic in Class C. When he appeared at the entrance of the old bookstore, all of them were reading books or The students who were taking notes by the window raised their heads at the same time, looking at his figure and began to talk.

"Isn't this guy crazy?"

"How long will he stay upstairs today?"

"Half an hour?"

"I think it's so hard that at most a cup of tea will be lifted down."

"I'm more curious. Who will go downstairs first today, whether he or Mr. Xie will go downstairs first."

"Mr. Xie San has the potential to practice. What does this guy have?"

"Why did he work so hard?"

"I think it's because he wants to compete with Mr. Xie San, otherwise why would he work so hard?"

Ning Que didn't hear these low-pitched comments at all. He looked at the stairs in front of him, grabbed his trembling right wrist with his left hand, forcibly suppressed the strong desire to take back his steps, took a deep breath and continued to move forward. Only he himself knew , Every day, this staircase will appear steeper, longer and more difficult than yesterday.

Looking at his back as he struggled to walk upstairs and his pale face, the eyes of the students downstairs became more and more complicated. Many people suspected that he was trying so hard, or disdained his obsession. But no one can admire the will and perseverance he showed.

Going up the floor, Ning Que gently wiped off a few beads of sweat from his forehead, walked silently to the bookshelf where he stood fixedly every day, and pulled out the thin book that he had read for many days but still couldn't remember anything.

There was a silence between the empty floors, and besides him, there was only one student who could persist: Xie Chengyun sat cross-legged at the end of the bookshelf, his face pale as new paper without ink, and the same book was placed on his knees.

Ning Que knew that the third young master Xie was there. Since the other party could enter the art department, he must have the potential to practice. So he was not surprised that the other party could last for so long, but he did not expect that when he could only be on the second floor of the old book building. What kind of discussion will arouse in the academy when I am the only one and Xie Chengyun are left.

In the eyes of many students and even teachers, Ning Que and Xie Chengyun took on the test again after being admitted to the hospital. No one was willing to give up before the other party, so they came to the old bookstore to support each day.

Ning Que didn't know this kind of discussion, and didn't know whether Xie Chengyun came here every day because he had such a competitive idea. Even if he knew these discussions, he wouldn't care at all, because only he knew in his heart why he was. I have to come here every day, even if it is in vain and incredibly painful, I still have to come here.

Because he likes it, because he needs it, the reason is that simple.