Chapter 87 There is paper in the book, I don’t know what to say

The green curtain carriage slowly moved away along the stone path by the wetland. The seemingly flat stone slabs were uneven, and the soles of the shoes were not easy to slip incorrectly, but the hard wheels would be bombarded extremely violently. Li Yu, the fourth princess of the Tang Dynasty in the carriage, was dazed with her jaw, and was a little annoyed by the throne, so she felt more and more that Ning Que was very disgusting.

She came to the academy today for something else, but to see Ning Que.

She wanted to see what this young man who once accompanied her and returned from the grassland had now become. She wanted to know what special thing was there for the guy who refused to recruit him but followed Chunfengting Old Day to kill Xu Chongshan's Dharma eyes all night.

The most direct reason is that two new students in the academy were connected to the second floor of the old bookstore for more than ten days in anger. This strange incident has been spread to the academy and into her ears. When she knew that one of the new students was Ning Que. Recalling the comments of Mr. Lu Qingchen, she could no longer suppress the curiosity in her heart and decided to come and take a look.

At first glance, I still saw that ordinary and innocent face, with only a few freckles, and the shallow dimples were still there, but my face was much paler than before, and it looked extremely unhealthy.

For some reason, she looked at Ning Que's pale face and the stubborn and sarcastic expression on her face. If Zhong Dajun hadn't been sarcastic and angered her, maybe she wouldn't have called him over at all. .

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Ning Que walked into the old bookstore, and the eyes of the students around him were completely different from before, full of shock and doubt. Everyone thought in their hearts, was it wrong to record the academy list? This person was not a soldier from the border city who returned from Weicheng, but as the original legend said, he was a child of a major surname in Qinghe County? If not, how could His Highness the Fourth Princess know him? She even summoned him to the car and said a few words?

Situ Yilan turned her head slightly and looked at him curiously, probably also guessing the relationship between him and the princess. Jin Wucai hid half of his body behind Situ Yilan, feeling a little ashamed and dared not look at him directly. Princess Li Yu had previously personally slandered Ningque, so who dared to continue questioning him? The embarrassed Zhong Dajun had no idea where he had hid at this time, while Xie Chengyun stood outside the crowd with a pale face, looking a little lonely.

Chu Youxian walked to Ning Que, looked at him in surprise, and exclaimed in a low voice: "No wonder everyone in Jian refused to accept your money at the beginning, but I didn't expect that your kid's background was so deep. By the way, with the temperament of women like Situ Yilan, even It may not be very useful if you move out of the Prince's Palace today, and only the fourth princess can clean them up tightly."

Ning Que became interested when he heard this and asked, "What's the reason?"

Chu Youxian laughed and said, "The reason is very simple. The so-called Chang'an Women's Detachment... was originally created by the Fourth Princess when she was a child. Nude girls like Situ were all caused by His Highness the Princess."

Ning Que smiled, not explaining the relationship between himself and Princess Li Yu, and there was no idea of ​​pulling tiger skin to make coats, but he became more and more blurred, and it was something he was willing to do from it.

Seeing Ning Que walking towards the second floor, Xie Chengyun finally moved. He walked into the building slowly, regardless of the obstacles of the people beside him, held the railing with his hands, shaking his body constantly, and moving forward step by step with difficulty.

Ning Que held the thin book "A Preliminary Exploration of Qihai and Snow Mountain" and did not open it. Waiting for Xie Chengyun to walk past him and to the deepest part of the bookshelf, after sitting cross-legged like the past, he suddenly spoke, "You may really have your pride, but I also have my own needs. You are the god." The pride of my son, and I am just a desperate person to survive. The two are very different. I suggest you not to give up your life to compete with me for a while."

When Xie Chengyun walked by him, he saw the book in his hand tightly, and thought he was angry at his previous silence downstairs, so he wanted to continue to bet on his life with him. He never expected that he would say such a sentence. ——This talented man from Nanjin who had been extremely intelligent since childhood was silent for a long time, staring at the pages on his knees in a daze, and didn't know what he was thinking. Then he stood up with a hard support on the wall and bowed to the ground. Walk downstairs slowly.

The deep inside the bookshelf is close to the west window, and you can bask in the sun in the afternoon. Ning Que walked over with a thin booklet, sat down in the warm sunset, and sat cross-legged in Xie. Chengyun sat on the floor for many days, closed his eyes for a long time, gently rubbed his pale and thin cheeks, and smiled and opened the pages to continue watching.

"You can take notes, which can't be transcribed or taken away, but may be of some help."

Next to the new branches of several old trees on the east window, the female professor in a light-colored robe did not raise her head, and focused on her small calligraphy. If she hadn't confirmed that she had heard the sound, Ning Que would even doubt whether she spoke.

He stood up slightly, walked to Mingjiu next to the west window, looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, and then sat down after thinking for a long time . He picked up the ink block with his fingers and began to grind his wrist in the clear water.

The books in the building are strictly prohibited. Even if you want to filter the divine characters in the practice books through your mind, it becomes ordinary handwriting and copying them on white paper, Ning Que tried to meditate: When the fragments of memories flashed through your mind When you want to turn into words and leave them on white paper, the words in your mind will scatter like blue smoke and cannot be presented at all.

Moreover, according to the rules of the old bookstore, no traces can be left on the books. Ning Que didn't know if he would be discovered by the teacher, but he had never tried to play such cleverness these days. Over the years, countless life-and-death battles have long made him realize that any cleverness will seem very stupid when facing those mountains that must cross the past. At that time, what you need is that kind of wisdom that is almost stupid.

What should I write? In this case, what words can be considered as taking notes? Ning Que lifted his pen with his wrist for a long time, but he was unable to fall on the paper for a long time because he had forgotten what he had seen in the booklet before. He didn't know what it would make sense to write on the paper at this time.

"Maybe the things I've worked hard to do have no meaning in themselves, right?"

He laughed slightly, thinking about the hard work these days, thinking about the pain every night, thinking about Sangsang applying his forehead with a hot towel every night, his mood was inevitably a little sad and disappointed. An ordinary person wanted to step in The world of cultivation is indeed so difficult. No matter how much effort you make, it seems that it will only make failure seem a bit tragic.

With a light bang, the ink-sucking brush hovered in the air for too long. A drop of ink fell down and fell on the snow-white paper. The ink quickly spread along the fibers on the paper, and a ball of hair bloomed. Irregular beauty.

Ning Que looked down at the ball of ink scars, and suddenly his heart moved slightly. The deepest slight sourness and loss were washed away and turned into absolute peace. At this moment, he figured out everything: not every love song has it. Good memories, not every fairy tale has a happy ending, not all efforts will be rewarded, and you will work hard to decide what you get in the end, so it is good to enjoy this process.

If you can't remember any small words on the ink pen and you can't remember them, so you don't have to remember them. If you don't know what to write to be called notes, then you can write something else, such as your mood, your own experience, your own feelings in the building, The picture of a female professor with a quiet branch on the pink wall, old trees and new branches on the other side of the window, the dusk sun on the west window is like the moment when cutting candles...

"Go up the floor and up the floor. I was worried before, but I was all about it now. I was the boy who was hutchison by the mobi Lake. Why do I have to force people to say that the weather is cold? It is important to know that autumn is not coming today."

He picked up his pen and wrote casually on the paper, without any specific thoughts, but he just wrote with his heart at this moment, and as the tip of the pen wrote clear and beautiful words on the paper, the chest and abdomen. The extremely boring emotions in the array were gradually wiped away by every stroke like ink and disappeared without a trace.

"I went into the building for seventeen days, and I practiced hard every day, but I couldn't practice words and words to the heart. I could only watch them slip away. I had been awake and had no reason to fall into a sweet dream, but they were always Not here."

"If they are false on paper, why can I see them? If they are true, why can't I remember them? If they exist between truth and false, is the ink that writes them true or not? False? Is the paper that carries them true or false?"

Since he was just expressing his mood at will, Ning Que suddenly didn't want to write anymore, so he stopped his wrist and put his pen quietly on the words on the paper, and then gently put it into the thin book after the paper was dry. , then put the booklet back on the bookshelf, turned around and bowed respectfully to the female professor by the east window, and walked downstairs like this.

For the first time in many days, he walked downstairs by himself instead of being carried downstairs.

The female professor looked up at the boy's somewhat disappointed back, sighed softly, and silently thought that the old bookstore was the rule set by the teacher back then: thousands of trees and thousands of sails only allow students to choose one branch and one wind. Although this student has strong will and his meditation will not be weak, the snow-capped mountains, qi and sea are not connected, and he will eventually be able to end up vomiting blood and weakly lying on bed. Even if Haotian pitys you for being tenacious and gives you health, he will just keep watching like this What's the benefit of looking at another eighty years?

As the dusk became darker and the night was approaching, no one climbed the second floor again. The female professor cleaned up the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of him and walked along a sideway between the buildings towards the back mountain.

I don't know how long it took, but the night enveloped the academy and the mountain behind the academy. The academy buildings among the wide meadows were lit with lights, and they were scattered everywhere like stars in the sky.

Deep in the second floor of the silent old book building, a few wisps of carved patterns on the bookshelf against the north wall suddenly brightened for a moment, and then slowly slid away to the side quietly.

An obese teenage student wearing a dark blue academy robe squeezed out of the crack panting, turned around and stared at the bookshelf with annoyance and complained, "I don't know who designed this thing, don't you know Make the exit bigger? Haven't you ever thought that the academy would recruit a few fat people in?"

The fat boy walked to the bookshelf while muttering, muttering: "Second Brother Second Senior, I have to bet on the introductory books. Although I, Chen Pipi, is an incredible genius, how can I still remember what I read when I was a child?"

Talking to himself, he pulled out a thin book from the bookshelf, looked at the words "A First Exploration of Qihai and Snow Mountain" on the cover, and patted it gently with satisfaction. As he patted it, a very thin white picture was The paper flew out.