Chapter 94 The First Door to That World

At this moment, her eyes lit up slightly, her frown frown spread out, and she looked calmly at the direction of the stairs, but she didn't expect that it was not the student who appeared at the stairs, but another young student with frivolous eyebrows.

Chu Youxian walked upstairs nervously. He fainted upstairs once, and had heard of countless painful experiences among his classmates. He also knew that even people like Xie Chengyun vomited blood at night. All kinds of rumors made the books on the upstairs as terrifying as the devil in his heart. The panic was extremely panicked.

When he walked to the east window, he bowed deeply and said respectfully to the female professor.

The female professor frowned slightly, looked at him with a calm smile and said, "It turns out that he is sick... he is actually thinking about saying to me. This child is really gentle and polite. Just tell him to take care of his illness on my behalf."

Xie Chengyun, the third son of Xie San of the Southern Jin Dynasty, has given up the hard work of climbing the tower to study. Now someone has taken another sick leave, so the second floor of the pure old book building has become more and more quiet. No one has come up again for several days. The female professor has already Accliding to this tranquility, I lowered my head and drew my little calligraphy. The spring breeze blew from the east window to the west window, and the flowers and trees outside the building swayed.

But someone didn't know that the guy took sick leave.

Late at night, stars hang on the top of the night forest, scattered into the old bookstore, sprinkled with silver frost on the wooden floor, and the complex carvings engraved on the row of bookshelfs at the end suddenly shine and then slip away quietly. Chen Pipi squeezed out with great difficulty, holding a wet towel in his hand, constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead, and slowly walked to the bookshelf.

The fat fingers accurately located the thin book in the place, and then took it out. Chen Pipi turned it around casually and found that the piece of paper he was clamped in the book was still there, no one touched it, and no one left any words. , he couldn't help but roll his eyelids and muttered in anger, "How many days have you been here? Why haven't you read it yet? This genius is willing to disobey the rules of the academy to preach and teach you. You dare not cherish it so much!"

This matter is a bit wonderful and interesting.

Chen Pipi has always demanded himself by the standards of genius, but he thought that any genius would always have a unique style of behavior: for example, the elder brother always had a hateful smile on his face, and he loved to drink raw water from the lake and stream. The senior brother always wears that weird-looking tall hat. When he sees the female students in the academy, he will teach the other party a few psychology classes very seriously, and the teacher has more quirks... so he always wants to do something that geniuses should do. Do things that can be written into the academy's dark history and the world's wild fox Zen in the future, such as violating the academy's rules to guide a poor person, writing a few words at will to rewrite someone's life course, etc.

Since it was out of a sudden impulse, he naturally wouldn't care too much. He wrote a few comments about "A First Exploration of Qihai and Snow Mountain" on that thin book. Whether that poor man can be enlightened is not The key point he considered, but when he looked at the response with great enthusiasm the next night, he found that the guy did not give a single response, and the matter became a little different and he became very serious.

When the spring rain stopped that morning, Ning Que's fever subsided, but under Sangsang's sometimes and sometimes trembling eyes, he was defeated to his little maid countless times without any surprise, asking the carriage owner to notify him. Chu Youxian asked him to ask the college for five days of sick leave on his behalf.

Fry egg noodles, sour and sour noodles, chickens, potatoes, and eat them in turn. You are not allowed to touch the pen, ink, paper, and inkstones. You are not allowed to sharpen your knife and practice your knife to damage your body. You are not allowed to go to Hongxiuzhao to drink and relax. You are only allowed to sit in a chair and hide in it. He was recuperating on the bed and cultivating his body and calming his mind. After five days, Ning Que's pale cheeks had already become red and had long since become haggard as before. His cheeks even bulged slightly, and he looked a little cute.

"If you eat spicy and sour noodles, you will really vomit."

He firmly pushed away the big sea bowl in front of him, regardless of Sangsang's gaze attack, took two steamed buns from her bowl, picked up two chopsticks and vinegar to soak the green vegetables, and ate it with the remaining half bowl of her porridge. After that, he stood up and walked out of the shop, saying, "There is still the evening meal. If you eat chicken and potatoes, don't blame the young master for running away from home."

Sangsang picked up the spicy and sour noodles that he didn't move even a single chopstick. Looking at the thin slices of beef floating on the noodles soup, he thought, what else would you like to hate if you had such a good thing to eat? It would be in Weicheng at that time. Can you eat noodles with beef?

The carriages that have been chartered by college students for a long time in the carriage will be labeled with the unique logo of the academy in a conspicuous position. Of course, it must be certified by relevant documents. Ning Que took the carriage and relied on this logo to pass through the south of Chang'an City with great ease. The door followed the official road to head towards the academy at the foot of the mountains in the south.

At this time, the genius was just dawning.

When I arrived at the academy, I was naturally unavoidable to disturb me. Whether I was familiar with each other or not, I saw that my classmates had finished their sick leave and resumed classes, and the students always had to come up to pay a few concerns. Ning Que was very patient, and he bowed and smiled and chatted with everyone casually. However, he was looking at the expressions of everyone in his eyes and found that in addition to Chu Youxian's true concern, the care in the eyes of Miss Situ Yilan and Jin Wucai was also very real.

Today's main course is a calligraphy subject, which talks about the context of poetry and literary context in the Southern Jin Dynasty and the appreciation of various styles. Ning Queku is good at calligraphy and calligraphy. According to theory, he should be very interested in poetry and prose, but for some reason, whether in his past or present life, he was happy to see the ink words, and he felt bored when he looked at the poems composed of ink words. , so this class was also lacking in interest. When the bell rang, he responded politely to the teaching, and then walked out of the bookstore and walked towards the stove hall first.

It was still a lunch for two people, or a walk by the wetland for three rounds. The academy students who silently paid attention to his movements could not help but be amazed. They thought that Mr. Xie vomited blood overnight and stopped climbing the tower. This was called Ning Que The guy was seriously ill and returned to the academy after a few days, and it seemed that nothing had happened.

At the door of the old bookstore, Chu Youxian looked at his face with concern and said, "You still want to go upstairs?"

"Yes." Ning Que replied, "It has been delayed for a few days, I have to hurry up."

Chu Youxian shook his head helplessly, looked at him like a madman, and said, "Didn't you vomit enough yet?"

"I'll get used to it."

Ning Que replied with a smile. After saying this, he was slightly stunned, feeling that this answer was so familiar, especially the last sentence he said, as if he had heard or seen it somewhere.

Walking up the second floor, he did not rush to go to the bookshelf to find the thin booklet, but instead sorted out the black scarf school robe, calmly walked to the east window, saluting respectfully at the female professor next to the desk, and whispered softly. He said, "The student is back."

The female professor slowly looked up and looked at him and said, "Can you still hold on to your body?"

"Can I hold on." Ning Que touched his slightly fat cheek and said, "I'm worried about it, but the student is sorry."

"I'm not worried about anything." The female professor smiled and said, "It's just that I've been copying books upstairs for seven years. Although I'm used to quietness, it feels good to have someone quietly accompany me."

Ning Que smiled and said, "Students try to stay upstairs for more time."

The female professor nodded with a smile and waved his hand to show him to do so.

Ning Queyi turned around and left with a bow. He walked to the bookshelf and took out the thin booklet without looking. He had already known the location of the booklet. As long as he walked upstairs, he would even take his He could find the content that was covered in his eyes, but unfortunately he still didn't remember the content that he should have been familiar with.

He sighed softly in his heart, and he opened the book "A First Exploration of Qihai and Snow Mountain" and saw the piece of tissue he was sandwiched inside, so he pulled it out. He knew that he must have seen this before going downstairs last time. , but he knew that such a cleverness had no meaning, because this book would always be the first page for him.

Suddenly, his brows frowned slightly, and he picked up the tissue paper with some confusion and looked out the window. He found a dense patch of ink on the back of the paper, thinking where did he write so many words last time?

Looking over the paper, I saw that the back of the paper was filled with words with fly-headed small regular script. Although the person who left the words used fly-headed small regular script that paid great attention to rules and subtle skills, the wonderful thing was the handwriting as big as a grain of rice. The strokes are actually open and light, with a strong aura of arrogance.

Ning Que looked at the ink words on the back of the paper in surprise, and then silently read the words left by the man in his heart.

"Poor guy, don't believe that mountains are not mountains... Of course, objective things are real, such as the handwriting in this book is more real than my pride and conceit at this time."

"It's just that when this paper reflects the spring light outside the window, it reflects into your eyes that don't know whether it's big or small, and then you... The spring light reflected on the paper is an explanation, and you see it another... ...The objective reality of things is like a naked beauty... And when you look at her lustfully, think about how beautiful she is, and want to get to her... Whether she is the saint of the Great River Kingdom or Xiling Ye Hongyu in the temple…."

The warm spring breeze blows gently inside and outside the building, and the afternoon sun begins to walk towards the golden and rosy path. The male insects bathed in the red glow begin to sing loudly, flapping their wings, squeeze their airbags, and relying on the The wings and sound waves of the wind show their strength and desires to the opposite sex. Occasionally, when the wind is stronger, the chirping in the forest and grass will suddenly stop. In the ears of these strong male insects, the sound of the wind is probably as terrifying as thunder.

Next to the bookshelf in the building, Ning Que stared at the words on the paper, like a statue, unable to move for a long time, and those fly-headed small calligraphy exploded like thunders in his mind, buzzing constantly.

A moment later, he opened the thin book "A First Exploration of Qihai and Snow Mountain" with his slightly trembling fingers. His eyes glanced on the book and moved away. His chest began to feel excited and uncontrollable. Through the words on the paper, although He still couldn't know what was behind the door, but finally knew where the door was.