Chapter 101 Those guys whose meridians are blocked or broken

"morning."

"It's early."

"Have you copied the three alternative lesson plans for the Book School today?"

"Not yet, aren't you in a hurry?"

"Then you have to hurry up. I heard that the teacher will give scores in class on weekdays, and the score accounts for a considerable proportion of the period exam. If you can't pass the period exam, no one can help us."

"Do you still have to calculate your daily scores in the period exam?"

"I heard that he was like this at that time. If Dr. Wu wants to check who recites the three thousand,748-character proclamation for the attack on Yan, I will definitely not be able to recite it. You have to do it for me below. The beginning of the quote. "

"That's natural. My problem is that even if you write for me, I can't recite it."

In the early morning, the students who walked down from the carriage saluted and chatted.

The sun shines in the sky, and the birds sing in the forest behind the courtyard. As the spring becomes deeper and the summer heat is approaching, the temperature is getting higher and higher. The young students have changed into summer clothes at the academy, with gentle and breathable clothes When the morning breeze blows, the sleeves rise lightly, adding a bit of free and fresh atmosphere than before. They started their daily life in this way as usual, seemingly complaining and nervous, but in the darkness they exuded the unique self-confidence of young people.

Ning Que stood among his classmates and answered with a gentle smile. Looking at the excited expressions that were forcibly erased by them on his clear faces, he couldn't help but feel funny. He thought that although the stars and the moon were gone, some things were always so similar.

——The three periodic exams each year are one of the most important teaching ceremonies in the academy, second only to the internship exams of students from the Tang Dynasty and the final graduation exams of the academy. How can young and competitive students not pay attention to it? Maybe these things last night The guy who complained that he had not come to review the lesson plan had to wait until the early morning to sleep for a while. At this time, he could already recite the words in a backwards, but he had to deliberately show his calmness and even laziness on his face.

In the morning of study, Wu Chentian, a doctor of literature in the academy, began to recite the book with a strong Jiaozhou accent. Although Wu Chentian was passionately reciting the proclamation of Wang Chongren, a great talent in the Chenghua period, was so passionate that he was old. Tears were everywhere, but the students really couldn't understand his accent, so the atmosphere in the school was a little dull. Until the old doctor wet three handkerchiefs and half of the green sleeves, it only brought the students' silent yawning.

Fortunately, the old man did not call the student to stand up and recite this manifesto of attacking Yan. He probably knew that he could still recite this very long manifesto after forty years, but it was not suitable to use this standard. Require students.

The third bell rang, and Ning Que finally breathed a sigh of relief. He packed his stationery and books, rushed out of the Bing House first, walked through the clear alley and walked along the edge of the wetland along the edge of the wetland towards the old bookstore. Now he uses the eight methods of eternal reading to forget his mind. He no longer faints when he looks at it like before, so he no longer needs to have as strict requirements on diet and rest. The more important reason is that he is very curious Or I am very looking forward to what answers the mysterious commenter will give when I left my questions yesterday.

Thumb, thumb, climb the tower, brush your clothes with your sleeves and look calmly, salute respectfully to the professor Jingruo by the east window, walk back to the bookshelf quickly, and draw out the thin book "A First Discovery of Qihai and Snow Mountain" and use the fastest He opened his hand quickly and pulled out the paper with dense handwriting. Ning Queqian looked excitedly, and then fell into a long silence.

"Our body is like a musical instrument. For example, it is a flute. The power of thought is to return the return breath in the flute. Having a flute and a breath does not necessarily make a wonderful music, because the sound comes from the holes of the flute. of."

"If you don't even have a hole in this flute, then how do you blow? How can you sense it if the heaven and earth can't hear your music? You have so many tricks in your snow-capped mountains and seas, how do you want to make trouble?"

Ning Que looked at the message from the person on the paper, and after a long time, he raised his head, shook his head and looked at the forest outside the window with helpless smiles. He listened to the cicadas outside the window, let out a subtle sigh, and said, " It turns out that's the truth, it turns out... I'm just a flute that can't be played."

Then he looked down at his chest and abdomen, his eyes fell on the green courtyard clothes, imagining the Qihai Snow Mountain under the fabric, which was unknown in his flesh and blood, as if he saw a lot of holes and no holes. The rugged path is a clumsy rock mountain that cannot make any sound no matter how the water waves are slapped by the lake wind.

"The person who can write this is such a genius!" He couldn't help but look at the handwriting on the paper again, and silently exclaimed in his heart: "Using the push-down of women to tell the truth about forgetting the book to read , after that, he could come up with a wonderful metaphor like playing the flute. If this person was a teacher, he would definitely be the top teacher in the academy."

While admiring, thinking about the stone Buzhong Mountain on the edge of the lake in my body, thinking about the stupid wood that could not be able to figure out the hole, Ning Que's mood was inevitably a little dim, and sighed lightly to "The Sea of ​​Qi" A first exploration of the Snow Mountain" is put back on the bookshelf and walks between the bookshelf.

Knowing the relationship between the acupoints in the Qihai Snow Mountain, the power of thought and the breath of heaven and earth, and understanding that the innate physical constitution is limited, even if you can use some stupid methods to look at the world, you can fulfill some wishes, but you cannot really step into that world. Ning Que felt that it would not be much meaning to continue to force reading books by observing the word and forgetting the meaning, because for him, entering that world is far more important than a glimpse of that world.

I don't want to disturb the female professor's clear-hearted words by the east window. When he walked back and forth between the bookshelf, he deliberately slowed down and relaxed his steps. The expression on his face had become very calm, or it seemed calm, with a calm gaze on the bookshelf. The dense collection of practice books on it gently brushed by, and the titles on the spine that felt extremely mysterious when they were just a glance were still a great temptation for him at this time, but also annoying torture.

Suddenly, he saw a book in the corner of the bottom of the second row of bookshelf. His eyebrows subconsciously raised, and he seemed a little surprised. He said that there are countless precious and mysterious practice books hidden in this floor. It is definitely not the most amazing type in the past, but the name of this book reminds him of some past events.

The title of this book is "Wu Shanyang on Haoran Sword". It is the three words "Haoran Sword" that reminds Ning Que of the first practitioner he met on the battlefield in his life - the one who was full of green on Beishan Daokou The great sword master who intends to kill Princess Li Yu, is an abandoned disciple of the academy, and the Haoran sword master is practicing.

He squatted down and pulled out the Haoran sword. After hesitating and thinking for a while, he walked back to the wooden floor where he usually sat most often, sat back in the warm spring sunshine, calmed down for a moment and lifted the pages.

The cicadas outside the window are chirping more vigorously, and the forest looks more quiet. The rest of the students downstairs were not sure whether they were sleepy by the sounds, or were licking the pen tips and preparing for the period exam in a month. No sound was made, Ning Que sat alone on the floor. Sitting between cicadas and quietness.

Suddenly his face turned pale, his right hand clenched into a fist, and hit him hard on the chest, forcibly shocking himself from his meditation state, and his eyes no longer dared to fall on the page of that book.

He was still reading in the eight methods of the word "Yong" and he also faintly felt that there was a certain breath in his body, like the previous few days, flowing slowly between his chest and abdomen according to the strokes and the style, and then he met him in dejectedly The lake wall, but he didn't expect that the writing style in this book "Wu Shanyang on Haoran Sword" was extremely sharp. When he met the lake wall, he did not turn it back, but stabbed forward with the breath in his body very coldly and ruthlessly. past!

It was this thorn that Ning Que felt like a real cold sword edge was generated from the inside of his body and then pierced through his heart. The pain was so terrifying, even if it was countless times between life and death. He has been seriously injured many times, but he can't bear it without any preparation!

If it were an ordinary person, or at this moment, he would scream out loud, then he would fall to the ground with a pale face, then he was entered into the real world by the virtual realm, and his whole body twitched and fainted.

But Ning Que is not an ordinary person. He has had many similar or even more painful experiences as he is now.

When he was eleven years old, he took Sangsang to cross the vast Minshan Mountains for countless times, he once fell off a cliff. Fortunately, he was stopped by a hard tree poked out of the cliff and did not die. But the tree stretched towards the sky like a sword, pierced directly through his chest and penetrated his back. With such a serious injury, he still survived, and since that day, it would be difficult to be like this The pain can make him feel fear and despair.

The boy Ning Que, who was hanging among the branches of the cliff, was not dead. Ning Que, who was sitting on the sunny floor, would not have any problems. He didn't even make a muffled groan, but just gasped for a few quick sounds and recovered. Calm, then looked back at the closed book, with complex emotions on his face and murmured in a low voice:

"If it hurts, it will not be connected, and if it is unsuccessful, it will not be used. This is a fucking truth that has been passed down from ancient times."

He shook his head, leaned back to the bookshelf, raised his sleeve and hugged it on his lips, and coughed twice in depression, guessing that his lung leaves were probably injured by the Haoran sword intent implicitly on the page, but it was strange It was his face that was not depressed at this moment, but there was a faint sense of excitement.

If it hurts, it will not be blocked. If you endure the pain and force it to be opened, it will naturally not hurt again in the future, right?

At this moment, Ning Que thought of the waterfall that was suspected to be falling from the Milky Way, the black oil gushing out from the wilderness plain, the broken fire hydrant and the flower skirt next to the bolt, it seemed panic but it was actually excited. The beautiful naked-legged girl remembered the countless saints and sages in martial arts novels:

Those guys whose meridians are blocked and then they go to bed after sleeping, those guys who have lost all their skills and then lie in the tomb with unwoven silk and sleep for a few years, those who have cut their own words with one knife and the Ren and Du meridians are broken The guys who have opened up but can be invincible in the world, those guys who have cut off their meridians but have turned themselves into the master of the inexplicable "One Sutra".

These old guys can do it, why can't they do it? If those guys can succeed in the end because they have some kind of stupidity in their temperament, then will they have less stupidity than them?

Ning Que's clean eyes flashed with a fierce and arrogant look. He stood up with difficulty on the bookshelf, walked to the desk of the west window, polished the ink and moistened the pen, and left a passage for the guy: "I I have understood the importance of knowing the key points. If Haotian is destined to know nothing in this life, then I have to... open it up by myself."

(I finally came out before twelve o'clock, and the better news is that this chapter doesn't seem to require a major cultivation. Good, bow and bow and bow and go to bed. The third update will start the day after tomorrow. Dear, I'm going to die. relative...)