Chapter 95 Eight Methods of Eternal Words

After gradually calming down, Ning Que began to daze as he looked at the ink words on the paper, thinking silently who left these words on the paper? Who is answering questions and answering questions for himself? Who is secretly helping herself? Why did he do this?

Turning quietly to the east window, the female professor still lowered her head and drew small calligraphy, without paying attention to him at all. Ning Que looked at the professor's simple figure, thinking about the explanations that were extremely disrespectful to women on the back of the paper, subconsciously Li shook his head, and those dirty words could not have come from the female professor.

Could it be the old bookstore teacher downstairs? Ning Que frowned and thought about this question, but finally shook his head gently. Although the teacher was funny, he could tell that he was a person who was abide by the rules in his bones. If he wanted to give advice, he would definitely speak out in person. I won't choose to leave a book.

After thinking about it, I couldn't think of who the person who left the book on the paper was. Ning Que looked out the window in confusion, listening to the chirping of the male insects deep in the forest and grass, and then laughed at himself, thinking of keeping it. The man who was probably a teacher who was not a student in the academy. If Situ Yilan and others saw these words, they would jump up angrily.

The words in the book combine the way of reading books with their attitude towards women. Although they are vulgar and vulgar, they are extremely simple and simple. Otherwise, Ning Que would not have realized that he was possible in such a short time. What I realized from it? In his opinion, the person who keeps the book deliberately used this method to enlighten himself. As the saying goes, seeking the Tao from the filth, I couldn't help but admire this person to the extreme, and I silently thought in my heart that the person who keeps the book must be A genius of cultivation.

Since he was determined that the person who kept the book was a genius of Taoism in the academy, Ning Que's attitude naturally became more serious and serious. He picked up "A First Exploration of Qihai and Snow Mountain" and the thin paper and walked to the end of the bookshelf, and in that sunset I sat down on the warm floor, calmed my energy for a while before I started reading the book again.

Chen Pipi obviously underestimated the ability of Ning Que, a poor man. Even though he did not write the last two paragraphs and did not explain it with an extreme attitude towards a woman, he only needed the previous few words about objective facts and understanding as confusing. Ning Que Then you can understand what he wants to express.

"If you don't understand, don't think, just look at the words themselves... Is this the original intention of Master Shenfu, who copied books in the academy, was? Then what I need to do is to look at these words, not think about the meaning of these words. ."

Ning Que looked at the thin book on his knees and thought silently for a long time. These days he spent a lot of energy loss and kept studying hard in the collection of books in the building. He was very clear about the impact of those words on his spiritual world. Compared with the two, he I increasingly feel that the reading method suggested by the bookkeeper is worth trying.

Just see a word or word that you clearly remember, but you don't think about it, and pretend not to know the meaning of this word or word, or even pretend not to pretend, but to really forget the word or word. It means, no matter what the point of view, it is extremely difficult.

There is a big locust tree outside the yard that accompanied you through your childhood and youth. Today you saw this big locust tree, but you have to say that you have never seen it. You have to pretend that you don't know it is a big locust tree, and you have to forget it It is the big locust tree that has been with you for countless years, witnessing your naughty and youthfulness, and even your first love and first kiss... Who can do this?

Ning Que did not open the thin book on his knees, and stared at the thin paper next to the book. However, his thoughts floated outside the window and somewhere else, thinking hard about how to forget the meaning of the word "see".

"What can I do if I forget all the words I know...?"

The sunlight outside the west window shone on the tip of his frowning and tightening eyebrows, and a faint luster appeared. Suddenly, the end of the eyebrows raised slightly, and a shiny flashed in Ning Que's eyes. At this moment, he remembered many years ago. Once I came into contact with the word written in calligraphy, I remember the word he wrote with a brush and a branch countless times over the years.

The word "Yong".

For anyone who has received ordinary calligraphy training, the word Yong is always the most familiar word they are. During the Eastern Jin Dynasty in that world, Mr. Wang Xizhi, the most powerful calligrapher in history, believed that the eight strokes of Yong's character, just as the saying goes, dots are side, horizontals are stranded, verticals are crossbows, hooks are stranded, lifts are stranded, and strokes are stranded. The pluck, short strokes are pecks, and the plucks are timbers, which are the famous eight methods of Yong character.

Ning Que's eyes became brighter and brighter. If the word Yong is broken and repeated, it can basically form any character in the world. Then I use the eight methods of Yong to separate the characters and observe them again. Then if I can recognize all the characters as Yong?

He knew very well that this was not a wise method, it was not even a smart method, it was just a stupid method, and no one could know whether this method could be used, but at this moment it was difficult for him to suppress his desire and impulse and absorb it deeply After a breath, he opened the first page of "A First Exploration of Qihai and Snow Mountains" without hesitation.

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

Ning Que stared at the word Tian at the beginning of the first sentence in the book. To be more precise, he did not have the whole word in his eyes, only the first stroke of the word Tian, ​​and the flat horizontal line. It seemed as if a sharp knife had been painted in the dark spiritual world. With a hissing, a faint white light oozed out of the slight gap.

Then a second thick ink appeared in his eyes, followed by a long stroke of calmness, and a stroke of the last stroke. The full and complete word "day" on the book page appears in his eyes and in his mind in this deconstructed way, but it never forms a complete meaning.

It's obviously a word in my eyes, but I only allow you to read the strokes and not allow you to combine them in my mind. It sounds simple, but it is extremely difficult to do this and is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

Fortunately, Ning Que has been practicing calligraphy for nearly twenty years, and decomposing characters has long become a kind of instinct. The calligrapher requires that he write each stroke first and then reorganize the frame. Now he forcibly cut off the most important part in his mind. If he instinctively asks to combine those strokes, the eternal in his mind is deeply rooted in his mind The characters began to play an important role, and he understood them himself as a part of the character Yong rather than a part of the character Tian!

Even for him, it was extremely difficult to do this kind of thing that regarded falsehood as real. At this time, he had already concentrated all his spirits, his hands holding the book trembled slightly, and the back of his school robe had already flowed out like a pulp. The sweat was wet, the eyelashes blinked in pain, and the lips were pursed very tightly, as if it was the first time I was a child that I was ignorantly licking the pen tip.

After the ink words in the book entered his eyes this time, they finally did not become blurred like countless times before, turning into a mass of ink stains, and then floated away from the paper and began to shake his mind, but were extremely clear. It slowly appeared in sight, quietly tame like leaves floating on the windless lake.

At this moment, Ning Que completely forgot how these words tortured him. He just looked at the strokes quietly and looked at the strokes and the strokes towards the edges, as if he had seen the lake under the breeze. The leaves slowly float east and west, or float near to yourself.

There were no strong winds and waves, and there were no group of wolves on the prairie of the spring breeze pavilion. His eyes drooped slightly and sat cross-legged in the warm afternoon sunshine, sitting on the floor at the end of the bookshelf, his trembling hands no longer trembled, and his tense body gradually became Relaxed, his tightly pursed lips gradually relaxed, without fainting, fainting, vomiting, only calmness.

The wind blows and stops are always gentle and graceful. The insects in the deep forests and grass outside the building begin to sing happily again, celebrating this happy spring day, celebrating a new and interesting world that appears before them, wrapped in the gentle spring breeze These songs floated into the window and rippled in the empty and quiet space of the old book building. Occasionally fell on the boy, gently brushing his clothes, and the front of the robe trembled slightly, as if some invisible power was slowly flowing inside.

The traces on the front robe of the school robe cannot be coherent and harmonious. Every time they reach a certain part of the chest and abdomen, they will quietly turn back, just like the spring breeze raising the water waves on the lake, pushing the leaves on the water to dissipate around, and finally touching them. The stone walls by the lake silently turned back, and after all, they could not land or break the shore.

The female professor by the east window seemed to sense something at this time, and her eyebrows were slightly frowned. She raised her face and listened quietly to the sound of insects and the movement of the spring breeze outside the window. Then she turned her head and looked at the boy under the west window. Smile slightly.

"It's for breath..."

Ning Que saw the word Xi, and suddenly his mind scattered slightly. His eyes subconsciously left the book. The entire word Xi came into his face with a complete structure and came into his eyes. With a sound of boom, a naughty shepherd boy threw a stone into the small lake. The waves rose slightly, and the leaves that swung were chaotic and became uneasy. He only felt a buzzing sound in his mind and he suddenly woke up.

Although he had many experiences, the word "Xi" still brought great shock to his spiritual world. He groaned, and his right hand poked out like lightning to support his body, barely turning his head away, turning his head away with a force. Go, I didn't dare to read any word in the book again, my face was extremely pale.

Despite this, there was an undepressing smile on his pale cheek at this moment, because he knew that he had indeed seen the door, although it was not necessarily the door that the scholar wanted to open for him. But at least after he opened the door, he did not faint, and he had a faint feeling that if he continued to read in this way, regardless of whether he could have a glimpse of the wonders of the world of cultivation, the way of calligraphy would be great It is beneficial.

Instead of rushing to stand up, he continued to sit cross-legged in the sun, closed his eyes and began to recall his previous feelings, trying to find the strokes deep in his mind, the leaves that dissipated on the lake.

I don't know how long it took, but he opened his eyes and smiled, stood up and walked to the desk by the west window, picked up the brush and a new piece of paper, and after a little thought, he began to leave it for the person. The bookmaker replied.

In the reply letter, he first sincerely thanked the other party for his advice, and then wrote his solutions and doubts very frankly in it, asking the other party to comment on whether it is feasible, and finally asked very seriously: "When you are meditating on books, It seems that the leaves in the lake are moving, is it the original meaning of the strokes of the divine talisman master? I saw the leaves in the lake are floating and scattered, but there is a vague pattern to escape, and there is something in the sea of ​​qi in the chest and abdomen…"

"Then... is the power of mind?"