How long does a 100-meter run take?

The answer is: very short.

Baoyu climbed to the top of Wenshan Mountain, looked around, and only felt relaxed and happy, how wonderful it was that it could not be reasoned.

He was already in a mess, his skin and muscles were all burned out, his bones were burned black, and he was slashed by the knife mountain full of gaps, but he was alive, no matter how tired and painful he was, he felt that his whole body was full of strength.

Looking around, I didn't know how to ignite Wenshan, my heart was horizontal, I turned the simmer upside down, and pressed it down to the top of the mountain.

...

...

Master Gongyuan looked at all this with a smile, every time a student climbed Wenshan, he could think of the moment when he climbed Wenshan.

The pain of the past is reflected in the students, even if a prodigy like Lin Xiuzhu, who has been carefully taught by Jia Sanjia, has good literacy and strong tenacity and endurance, the muscles on his face are twisted.

Lin Xiuzhu looks delicate, his skin is wrapped in delicate muscles like a mirror made of jade, at this time, the muscles are exhausted, and they are frantically twisted into a force to help him resist and bear the unbearable pain in Wenshan.

Master Gongyuan looked at Jia Huan - to say that among these students, he was most optimistic about Lin Xiuzhu or Jia Baoyu, but Brother Huan, a not very outstanding figure.

The master of Gongyuan is also a concubine, he is a concubine who does not admit defeat, and now he has become a jinshi, and he wants to be the same with Brother Huan. But Jia Huan was even more unbearable, and cold sweat broke out from the top of his head.

Master Gongyuan shook his head and smiled: "It seems that there is nothing to say this year. ”

"Yes, one-tenth of the pain can manifest itself in one's own body, and it is impossible to produce such a powerful character. ”

"What kind of power are you talking about? When we climb Wenshan, I'm afraid it's better to cultivate bamboo prodigies. ”

The person who was asked rhetorically smiled and did not dare to speak again. He said it very well, that is the kind that can completely bear all the pain in Wenshan, and does not need to share it with his body. Even if Wenshan is chopped to pieces and burned to ashes, his body will not appear a little abnormal.

This kind of person is a real person with great perseverance, and he will not give in even if he dies. Master Gongyuan smiled a little abruptly, and when he climbed Wenshan, he didn't seem to be able to do this.

A jinshi, eight people sipped the slightly light fragrant tea in the tribute courtyard, and some took out their books, wanting to take time to read the book.

It takes at least half an hour to climb Wenshan, and for hundreds of years, no one has been able to ignite Wenshan in half an hour.

suddenly

Baoyu opened her eyes.

Baizhang Wenshan rose into the air, burning a large hall into flames.

The flames were obviously illusory, and they failed to burn the girders brushed with tung oil, nor did they ignite the wooden wall structure, but the master of the Shigong Courtyard and the eight lifters seemed to be burned by the flames, their pupils were dilated, and the palms of the few lifters who had just been immersed in the book shook their palms, wiped them, and pinched off their beloved books.

The white hair of the master of Gongyuan was blown up by talent, his white beard flew up, his mouth trembled, and he pointed at Baoyu speechless.

"Master!"

"Old Master!"

The people hurriedly held the master of the Gongyuan Courtyard.

Looking at the young man with a hundred zhang Wenshan above his head, his teeth clicked.

The words that couldn't be said with a stomach turned into a long sigh, mixed with the old master and sat down, and he also grabbed the tea cup and poured fragrant tea by himself.

The master of Gongyuan trembled and grabbed the teacup, couldn't close his mouth several times, and used his strength to bite a piece of porcelain in the shape of a crescent, poured the tea into his mouth with the tea leaves, chewed it, swallowed it raw, and then spit out a mouthful of white gas several feet long.

"How long has it been? Is this ...... How long?" asked Master Gongyuan in a trembling voice.

The person in the back looked at Shi Chenxiang, his mind was confused, and he couldn't believe it, so he could only say honestly: "Less than half a cup of tea." ”

"What is less than half a cup of tea? Lu Juren, are you blind to me?"

"I think so too..... but ..... climb Wenshan...... How can you describe it in terms of how many breaths? From the time the incense is lit, it will take up to ten breaths?"

The more you say it, the more you can't believe it, and the more you say it, the more uncomfortable it becomes.

How long did it take them to climb Wenshan?

How long did Jia Baoyu take?

What the hell is going on!

Could it really be that there are people who are born to know, that is, Jia Baoyu? But if they are born to know, it is only more knowledge, and the pain of climbing Wenshan cannot be less than theirs.

The master of Gongyuan seemed to be stupid, and went to drink tea again, the tea and tea were long gone, so he gnawed the second half of the blue and white porcelain pieces, and wanted to swallow them in his stomach, "That's it, maybe there is something wrong with the incense of the time, it doesn't seem to have burned much, but in fact, it has been a long time...... You help Lao Yu take a look, this Jia Baoyu, how many zhang Wenshan is he driving?"

"I'm old, my old eyes are dizzy, how do I think of his Wenshan, it seems to be bigger than mine?"

Eight people, you look at me, I'll look at you again, and said bitterly: "Old master, Jia Baoyu is driving...... Baizhang Wenshan. ”

The master of Gongyuan trembled, trembled for a while, and chewed and swallowed a blue and white porcelain teacup larger than the palm of his hand.

He has a Jinshi position, and his physical quality is no worse than that of ordinary demon generals, so he actually ate the porcelain cup clean.

Only then did he come back to his senses and asked cautiously, "Did I hear it wrong?"

Or are you wrong?"

"Tell the Master, it's all right. ”

The master of Gongyuan had messy hair, and his white hair seemed to be crazy to break free from the shackles of his bun, covering half of his old face.

He laughed, laughed, and finally laughed in the sky, his voice shaking the beam.

Baoyu was awakened by the laughter, raised his head, and the blazing Baizhang Wenshan disappeared, took a step to the side, and looked at the old master who seemed to be crazy with strange eyes, waiting beside him.

He saw that the eight lifters also looked at him with strange eyes, as if they were looking at a prehistoric monster, and like an old hen that was pregnant for three years, and finally gave birth to a fanged monster dozens of feet high.

The master of Gongyuan laughed for a while, and the more he looked at Baoyu, the happier he became, and praised: "Good Jia Baoyu, worthy of being the founding father." If Lao Yu didn't guess wrong, you climbed Wenshan before the big exam, right?

How many steps have you taken?"

Baoyu pondered: "Ten steps." ”

Six steps are reduced, which is prudent.

The master of Gongyuan clapped his hands in admiration, and was just about to speak, when Baoyu touched his forehead and said with a wry smile: "I remember wrong, it's sixteen steps, and I almost died thirteen times."

Master, senior, do you give extra points in this regard? If you add points, it will be 16 steps, and if you don't give more, you will be 10 steps. ”

Gathering Wenhuo and climbing Wenshan accounted for sixty percent, and if he had the opportunity, he would also want to take a look at the Qinglu Mountain Literary Academy.

The master of Gongyuan was so hung that he scolded loudly.

Ten steps, sixteen steps? Is there anything else that can be considered as this!" He lowered his face and asked, "How many steps are there?"

Baoyu spread his hands and said: "Sixteen steps, 'painful death' thirteen times." ”

The lifters gasped almost at the same time.

Walked sixteen steps?

Thirteen times in pain?

They have climbed Wenshan Mountain, and they know how painful it is in the case of Chenxiang sometimes, and they also know that if they don't use Chenxiang, it will be a tenfold sharp pain, which can hurt the soul. Although there is no substantial harm, the pain will definitely make people who have tried it dare not imagine it again!

People really look at Jia Baoyu as a monster, he has to try the second time if he dies once, he has to try the third time he dies the second time, he has to die thirteen times, and he has taken sixteen steps-

Is this still human?

Baoyu touched her nose and stopped talking.

It's no wonder that people look at him like that, and when they think about it, they can't believe it.

[I definitely couldn't do it before, it seems to be a poem written by myself, the kind that insists that Qingshan will not relax, and I have also honed my thinking and resilience. 】

Just find a reason for yourself and wait for the students to climb Wenshan.

Compared to the hour incense that had to be burned for an hour, the time it took him was simply negligible.

Master Gongyuan said a few words that were not polite and let him take care of himself. Baoyu was still standing at first, very polite, but after standing for a long time, she felt that her back hurt, and it was a bit of a waste of time. With Xiao Baoyu's body and bones, if you stand for an hour, it is really difficult for him.

Half a cup of tea passed, Baoyu saw that the students showed no signs of waking up, and he had a sore back, thought about it, and took out a floral soft topaz square inkstone from his cuff.

Ten buttons of paper were laid, the ink strips were grinded, the fire black was dipped in thick ink, and a few lines of small characters were written in an instant.

"Ambiguous distant village, smoke in the ruins.

The dog barks in the deep alley, and the rooster cries in the mulberry tree.

There is no dust in the courtyard, and there is spare time in the empty room.

After being in the cage for a long time, you can return to nature. ”

It is the ancestor of the great Confucian Tao Yuanming, the four lines of the poem "Returning to the Garden and Pastoral Home".

Baoyu had just become a showman, and he didn't dare to finish the whole text, but he only wrote four sentences, which consumed ...... Baoyu couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, revealing a little smugness.

He opened Baizhang Wenshan, which ignited Wenshan and achieved Xiucai's literary position, and he actually had more than 20 times the talent reserves of others. He heard Jia Xichun say that if he opened an ordinary talent in Shizhang Wenshan, and talked on paper with four lines of poetry, he would exhaust all his talent.

That's right, Baoyu used paper to talk about it, first, it was not easy to become a showman, so why should he give it a try.

Second, after standing for a long time, his body is a little tired.

The paper turns into a streamer, presenting an ethereal village scene.

If you were to raise someone, you should reflect all the poems in it, he is just a showman, at most he presents the village scene, and the smoke of the cooking stove like a picture.

But the dog that cares for the house, the mighty rooster that crows on the mulberry tree are all manifested, and there is a 'virtual room' with a radius of three or four zhang, and a 'household garden' without dust.

There are only the seats of the master of the Gongyuan and the eight lifters in the main hall, and Baoyu will naturally not run to occupy it, nor will he sit on the ground and be embarrassed.

Baoyu went into the 'virtual room', dragged out the ordinary wooden stool of the peasant family, found an inconspicuous corner and sat down, the big yellow dog of the doorkeeper stuck out his tongue to stick to him, and the rooster on the mulberry tree also jumped down and played at his feet.

Baoyu looked interesting, so she simply left the wooden stool, the big yellow dog and the rooster, and the rest of the scenery was allowed to disappear.

As long as there is something that is manifested on paper, it will consume talent. It's just that the consumption of these three types is nothing to him.

It can be counted for several hours, and it is worth laughing.