Nightfall Chapter 102: The guys whose meridians are blocked or broken

Chapter 102 Those guys whose meridians are blocked or broken

"Morning."

"Morning."

"Have you finished copying the three alternative lesson plans of the Book Division today?"

"Not yet, are you in a hurry?"

"Then you have to hurry up. I heard that the teacher will give grades on weekdays. The percentage of the scores in the final exam is not small. If you can’t pass the final exam, no one can help us. ."

"Weekday grades are still calculated for the final exam?"

"Uncle Jia said that this was the case at that time. If Dr. Wu wants to spot check who recites the 3,748 words of Yanyan, I’m sure I can’t recite it. You can Let me mention the first sentence for me."

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

In front of the gate of the college in the early morning, the students who came down from the carriage saluted and greeted.

The sun is shining, and the birds are singing in the mountains and forests behind the yard. As the spring is getting deeper and the summer is approaching, the temperature is getting higher and higher. The young students have changed into the college summer uniforms and clothes. It is light and breathable, and the sleeves are lightly lifted by the morning breeze. They start their daily lives in this way as usual, seeming to complain about tension, but in the dark there is a self-confidence characteristic of young people.

Ning Que stood among the classmates and answered with a gentle smile. Seeing the excitement that was forcibly erased from those innocent faces, I couldn't help but feel amused secretly, thinking that although Dou Zhuan Xing Yi Yue is not there, some things are always the same similar.

——The three annual examinations are one of the most important teaching ceremonies of the academy. The importance is second only to the internship test of Datang students and the final examination of the academy. How could young and eager students not value it? Maybe these guys who complained that they didn’t come to review the lesson plans last night, stayed up early in the morning and slept for a while. At this time, they were able to recite the words backside down, but they had to deliberately show that they were calm and even lazy. .

The unsurprising morning study time began when Wu Chentian, Ph.D. of the Academy of Literature, recites with a strong Jiaozhou accent, although the old Dr. Wu Chentian recites Wang Chongren, a scholar of the Chenghua period. The old man was so impassioned that he burst into tears, but the students really didn’t understand his accent, so the atmosphere in the school inevitably looked a little dull, until the old doctor wetted three handkerchiefs and half of his green sleeves, but only in exchange for the students’ silence Yawn.

Fortunately, the old gentleman did not temporarily call the students to stand up and recite the essay. He probably knew that he could memorize this extremely long essay after 40 years, but he was not suitable for it. Kind of standard to require students.

The third ringing of the bell, Ning Que finally breathed a sigh of relief, tidied away his stationery books, rushed out of Bingshe first, walked through the clear lane and stepped on the stone road along the edge of the wetland towards the old one. . Now he uses the eight methods of eternal characters to read books and forget his mind. He no longer faints like he did when he looked at it. Therefore, he no longer needs to be so strict with diet and rest requirements. The more important reason is that he is curious. In other words, I am very much looking forward to the question I left yesterday, what kind of answer the mysterious commenter will make.

Humhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, ascended the building, brushed her sleeves with her clothes, saluted the quiet and soft female professor by the east window, walked quickly back to the bookshelf, and drew out the thin "A Preliminary Exploration of Qihaixueshan", with Opened it as quickly as possible and pulled out the densely written paper, Ning Que looked at it with excitement, and then fell into a long silence.

"Our body is like a musical instrument. For example, it is a flute. The power of mind is the breath of return in the flute. If there is flute or breath, it is not necessarily possible to play beautiful music because the sound is from the flute hole. Sent from time to time."

"If you don't even have holes on this flute, how do you blow it? The world can't hear your music, how can you sense it? You have so many incomprehensible snow-capped mountains and seas, how do you want to toss?"

Ning Que looked at the man’s message on the paper. After a long time, he raised his head, shook his head and looked at Maolin outside the window with a helpless smile. Listening to the cicadas outside the window, he let out a very subtle sigh. Said: "It turns out that this is the truth, it turns out...I am a flute that can't sound."

Then he lowered his head to look at his chest and abdomen, his eyes fell on the thin courtyard uniform, imagining under the cloth, the sea of ​​air and snowy mountains without knowing the specific appearance within the flesh, as if seeing a lot of without holes Well, there are no rugged trails, a clumsy stone mountain that cannot make any sound no matter how the water waves beat the lake or the breeze blows gently.

"It's a genius who can write these words!" He couldn't help but glanced at the handwriting on the piece of paper, and exclaimed silently in his heart: "Using a woman to overthrow a woman The principle of meaning, after this, can come up with such a wonderful metaphor as the flute. If this person is a teacher, he must be the top teacher in the college."

While admiring, thinking about the ignorant lakeside Shibu Zhongshan in his body, thinking about his stupid wood that can't figure out the hole, Ning Que's mood inevitably is still a little gloomy, and he sighs. "A Preliminary Exploration of Qihai Snow Mountain" put it back on the bookshelf and walked between the bookshelves.

I know the relationship between the acupuncture points in the Qihai Snow Mountain, the power of mind, and the breath of heaven and earth. I understand that my innate physique is limited. Entering that world, Ning Que felt that it didn't make much sense to continue to use the method of observing words and forgetting to read books, because for him, walking into that world was far more important than having a glimpse of that world.

I don’t want to disturb the female professor at the east window. As he walks back and forth between the bookshelves, he deliberately slows down and relaxes his steps. The expression on his face has become very calm, or it seems calm and calm. Gently flicking his gaze over the densely packed spiritual books on the bookshelf, the titles on the spine of the books that seemed mysterious after just a glance were still a great temptation for him at this time, but also very annoying torture. .

Suddenly he saw a book in the bottom corner of the second row of bookshelves, his brows were raised subconsciously, and he looked a little surprised. I don’t know how many precious and mysterious spiritual books are hidden on this floor. This book is certainly not the most remarkable kind of it, but the name of this book reminds him of some past events.

The title of this book is "Wu Ganyang on the Haoran Sword". It is the three words Haoran Sword that reminds Ning Que of the first practitioner he encountered on the battlefield in this life-Beishan Daokou. A great sword master in a blue shirt who intends to kill Princess Li Yu, that great sword master is an academy abandoner, and his practice is the Haoran sword.

He squatted down, took out the Haoran sword, hesitated for a moment, walked back to the wooden floor where he sits most often, sat back under the warm spring sunshine, calmed down for a moment, and opened it. page.

The cicadas cried more vigorously outside the window, and the forest seemed more peaceful. The rest of the students downstairs didn't know if they were drowsy by the sound, or they were all licking the tip of their pens to prepare for the exams a month later, without making any sound, Ning Que sat on the floor alone. Sitting between the cicadas and silence.

Suddenly, his face turned white, his right hand clenched into a fist, hit his chest hard, forcibly shook himself out of the meditation state, and he never dared to fall on the page of that book again. on.

He is still reading in the way of deconstructing the eight methods of eternal characters, and he also faintly feels that there is a certain breath in his body like the previous days, flowing slowly between his chest and abdomen following the trend of the strokes. Suddenly encountered the lake wall, but he did not expect that the writing on this "Wu Yanyang on the Haoran Sword" was actually very sharp. Stabbed before!

It was this thorn. Ning Que felt like there was a real ice-cold sword blade, generated from the inside of the body, and then stabbed through his heart. The pain was really terrifying, even if it was countless times in life and death. Turning around, he had suffered many serious injuries, and he couldn't bear it without any preparation!

If you change to an ordinary person, or at this moment, you will exhale miserably, and then fall pale on the ground, and then be emptied into the real world, convulsing and fainting.

But Ning Que is not an ordinary person, he has had many experiences similar to this moment, or even more painful.

When he was eleven years old, he took Sangsang to cross the Mangman Mountain for the first time, and once fell down a cliff. Fortunately, he was stopped by a hard tree protruding from the cliff. But the tree stretched towards the sky like a sword-hard branch, but it directly pierced his chest and pierced his back. With such a serious injury, he still survived, and since that day, no matter what happened His pain can make him feel fear and despair.

Ning Que, the boy hanging among the branches of the cliff, did not die. Now Ning Que, who is sitting on the sunny floor, will not have any problems. He didn't even groan, but just gasped quickly. He recovered his calm, then looked at the closed booklet again, with complex emotions on his face, and muttered in a low voice:

"The pain is nothing, and the general is not pain. This is really a **** truth that has been circulated forever."

He shook his head, leaned back on the bookshelf, raised his sleeves to cover his lips, and coughed depressively, guessing that his lungs were probably injured by the implied sword intent on the pages of the book, but It is strange that there is no frustration on his face at the moment, but a faint excitement is faint.

If it hurts, it doesn’t work. If you endure the pain and force it through, naturally you won’t have any more pain, right?

At this moment, Ning Que thought of the waterfall that was suspected to be the Milky Way falling for nine days, thought of the black oil gushing from the wilderness and plains, thought of the broken fire hydrant and the flowered skirt next to the hydrant. The beautiful bare-legged girl who is flustered but excited, is even more reminded of the countless sages and sages in martial arts novels:

The guys who blocked the meridians and then slept well, the guys who had lost all their skills and lay in the tomb wrapped in unwoven silk and slept in the tomb for a few years, and those who cut themselves with a single knife can do it. The guys whose veins are disconnected but can be invincible in the world, those guys whose meridians are cut off but turn themselves into the inexplicable "one sutra" master.

These old guys and little guys can do it, why can't you? If those guys were able to succeed in the end because their temperament had something called stupidity, then would they be less stupid than them?

Ning Que's clean eyes flashed hard and arrogant, and he stood up with difficulty supporting the bookshelf, walked to the bookcase next to the west window, rubbed the ink and rubbed the pen, and left a message for that guy. : "I do understand the importance of faculty. If Haotian is destined to know nothing in my life, then I have to...get it through by myself."