"Early. ”。 Morning. ”。 Have you finished copying the three alternative lesson plans for today's book?" Not yet, isn't this in a hurry?". Then you have to hurry up, I heard that Mr. Jiaoxi will score with the class on weekdays, and the proportion of the score in the mid-term exam is not small, if you can't pass the line by then, no one can help us. ”。 The mid-term exam still counts the weekday grades?". I heard Uncle Jia say that he was like this at that time, if Dr. Wu wants to check who memorizes the 3,748-character Fa Yan Yan essay for a while, I will definitely not be able to memorize it, you have to mention the first sentence for me below. ”。 That's natural, my problem is that even if you mention words for me, I can't memorize them. ”

In front of the academy in the early morning, the students who stepped out of the carriage saluted noisily.

The sun is shining in the sky, the birds are singing in the mountains and forests behind the courtyard, as the spring is deepening, the summer is coming, the temperature is getting higher and higher, the young students have changed into the summer clothes of the college, the clothes are soft and breathable, and the sleeves are lightly lifted by the morning breeze, which adds a little more free and fresh breath than in the past. They started their daily life in this way as usual, seemingly complaining and nervous, but secretly revealing the self-confidence unique to young people.

Ning Que stood among his classmates and replied with a gentle smile, looking at the excited looks on those innocent faces that were forcibly erased by them, he couldn't help but feel secretly funny, thinking that although Dou Zhuan Xing and the Moon were not there, some things were always so similar.

~~ The three term exams every year are one of the most important teaching ceremonies of the academy, second only to the practical examination of Tang students and the final final examination of the academy, how can young and competitive students not value it, maybe last night these guys who complained that they didn't have time to review the lesson plan stayed up until the early morning and slept for a while, at this time they were already able to memorize those words like a stream, but they had to deliberately show that they were weak or even lazy.

It was not surprising that in the morning of study, Dr. Wu Chentian in the academy took a rich Jiaozhou. At the beginning of the recitation of the sound, although Dr. Wu Chentian was so impassioned that he burst into tears when he recited the essay of the great genius Wang Chongren in the Chenghua period, the students really couldn't understand him. sound, so the atmosphere in the school room inevitably seemed a little dull, until finally the old doctor wet three handkerchiefs and half of the green sleeves, but in exchange for the silent yawning of the students.

Fortunately, the old gentleman did not temporarily call the students to stand up and recite this Vayan essay, probably he also knew that he could still memorize this extremely long essay after forty years, but it was not suitable to use this standard to require students.

The third bell rang, Ning Que finally breathed a sigh of relief, hastily packed up his stationery and books, rushed out of the Bingshe first, walked through the alley, stepped on the stone road, and walked along the edge of the wetland towards the old library. Now he uses the Yongzi Eight Methods to read books and forgets, and he no longer faints when he looks at it like he did at the beginning, so he no longer needs to be so strict with the requirements for diet and rest, and the more important reason is that he is very curious or very much looking forward to what kind of answer the mysterious commenter will give to the question he left yesterday.

Boom, Boom, Climb the stairs, brush his clothes with his sleeves, salute respectfully to the Jingrou female professor by the east window, walk back to the bookshelf quickly, take out the thin copy of "Preliminary Exploration of the Qihai Snow Mountain" and open it as quickly as possible, pull out the paper with dense handwriting, Ning Queqiang looked at it excitedly, and then fell into a long silence...... Our body is like a musical instrument, for example, the flute, and the mental power is the breath that returns in the flute, and the breath is not necessarily able to play beautiful music, because the sound comes from the hole of the flute. ”。 If you don't even have holes on this flute, then how can you blow it? Heaven and earth can't hear your music, how can you sense it? There are so many things you don't know in the sea of snow and mountains, how do you want to toss?"

Ning Que looked at the person's message on the paper, and after a long time, he raised his head and shook his head, looking at the forest outside the window with a helpless smile, listening to the sound of cicadas outside the window, let out a very subtle sigh and said. It turns out that this is the truth, it turns out that ...... I'm just a flute that doesn't blow. ”

Then he looked down at his chest and abdomen, his eyes fell on the blue and thin hospital clothes, imagining the Qi Sea Snow Mountains under the cloth, the flesh and bones that did not know the specific appearance, as if he saw a large number of clumsy stone mountains with no holes, no craggy paths, no matter how the water waves beat the lake and how the wind blew lightly, they could not make any sound...... What a genius to be able to write these words!" he couldn't help but glance at the handwriting on the piece of paper again, and silently admired in his heart. Using a woman to tell the reason of forgetting to read a book, and after that, he can come up with such a wonderful metaphor as a, if this person is a teacher, he must be the top teacher in the academy. ”

In addition to admiring, thinking of the stone-bell-the-mountain on the lakeside of the lake in his body, and thinking of his stupid wood that couldn't figure out the hole, Ning Que's mood was inevitably a little gloomy, and he sighed lightly and put "A Preliminary Study of the Qihai Snow Mountain" back on the bookshelf and walked between the bookshelves.

Knowing the relationship between the tricks in the Qi Sea and Snow Mountain, the telekinesis, and the breath of heaven and earth, and understanding that the innate physique is limited, even if he can use some stupid methods to see the world, but he has some wishes, but he can't really step into that world, Ning Que feels that it doesn't make much sense to continue to forcibly read books by looking at words and forgetting the method, because for him, walking into that world is far more important than having a glimpse of that world from afar.

I don't want to disturb the female professor's pure heart calligraphy by the east window, Baidu will be the first night bar When he walked back and forth between the bookshelves, he deliberately slowed down and lightened his pace, and the expression on his face had become very calm, or it seemed to be calm, his calm gaze gently brushed over the dense cultivation books on the shelves, and the titles on the spine of the books that he felt were extremely mysterious just by looking at them, which was still a great temptation for him at this time, but it was also a very annoying torture.

Suddenly, he saw a book in the bottom corner of the second row of bookshelves, and his eyebrows subconsciously raised, looking a little surprised, to say that there are many precious and mysterious cultivation books in the world hidden in this floor, this book is definitely not the most remarkable kind in the meantime, but the name of this book reminds him of some past events.

The title of this book is "Wu Zhanyan on the Haoran Sword", it is the three words of Haoran Sword, which reminds Ning Que of the first cultivator he met on the battlefield in his life, the great swordsman in a green shirt who intended to snipe Princess Li Yu at the Beishan Daokou, that great swordsman is an outcast of the academy, and the one who practices is the Haoran Sword.

He squatted down, pulled out the Haoran sword, hesitated for a moment, and then walked back to the wooden floor where he usually sat on weekdays, sat back in the warm spring sun, calmed down for a moment and opened the page.

The cicadas outside the window are more vigorous, and the forest is more quiet. The rest of the students downstairs didn't know if they were drowsy by this sound, or they were all licking the tips of their pens and preparing for the term exam in a month, without making any sound, Ning Que sat on the floor alone, sitting between the cicada and the silence.

Suddenly, his face turned pale, and his right hand clenched into a fist, striking him hard in the chest. forcibly shook himself out of his meditative state, and his gaze no longer dared to fall on the pages of the book.

He is still reading in the way of deconstruction of Yongzi Eight Methods, and he also faintly feels that there is a certain breath in his body like a few days ago, which flows slowly between his chest and abdomen along the stroke trend of the stroke, and then he suddenly encounters the lake wall, but he didn't expect that the words on this "Wu Zhanyan on Haoran Sword" are extremely sharp, and he did not turn back when he met the lake wall, but stabbed forward with the breath in his body extremely cold and ruthlessly!

It was this thorn, Ning Que felt like a real cold sword blade, generated from the inside of his body, and then pierced his heart alive, that kind of pain was too terrifying, even if he had been spinning between life and death countless times, and had been seriously injured many times, he couldn't bear it without preparation!

If it were an ordinary person, or at this moment, he would let out a miserable cry, and then fall to the ground with a pale face, and then he was thrown into reality by the virtual realm, and his whole body convulsed and fainted.

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

When he was eleven years old, when he took Sangsang to cross the Mangmin Mountain for the first time, he once stumbled and fell off the cliff, but fortunately he was stopped by a hard tree sticking out of the cliff and did not fall to his death. But the sharp branches of the tree, which stretched out towards the sky, pierced him directly through his chest and penetrated his back, and he still survived such a severe injury, and from that day on, there was no pain that could make him feel fear and despair.

The boy Ning Que who hung between the branches of the cliff did not die, and now Ning Que who was sitting on the sunny ground would not have any problems, he didn't even make a muffled sound, just gasped a few times, and then regained his calm, and then looked at the book that had been closed again, his face showed complicated feelings, and he muttered in a low voice. If it hurts, it doesn't work, and if it doesn't hurt, it's really a truth that has been passed down through the ages. ”

He shook his head, leaned back against the bookshelf, raised his sleeve to cover his lips, and coughed twice suppressedly, guessing that his lung lobes were probably injured by the hidden sword intent on the page, but it was strange that there was no frustration on his face at the moment, but a faint excitement.

If it hurts, it doesn't work, so if you endure the pain and force it through, you won't see it again in the future, right?

At this moment, Ning Que thought of the waterfall suspected to be the Nine Heavens of the Milky Way, the black oil gushing out from the wilderness plain, the broken fire hydrant and the beautiful bare-legged girl who seemed panicked but was actually excited with a flower skirt next to the bolt, and even remembered the countless saints and sages in martial arts novels:

Those guys whose meridians are blocked and then get through after sleeping, those guys whose skills are completely wasted and then wrapped in unwoven silk and lie down in the tomb to sleep for a few years are awesome, those guys who cut their own words and the two veins of Rendu are broken but can be invincible in the world, those guys who have broken their meridians but turn themselves into inexplicable "one scripture" great masters.

If those guys succeed in the end because they all have a certain kind of stupidity in their temperament, then will they be less stupid than them?

The ruthless and arrogant color in Ning Que's clean eyes flashed, and he stood up with difficulty holding on to the bookshelf, walked to the bookcase next to the west window, polished the ink and polished the pen, and left a passage for that guy: . I do know the importance of know-how, if Haotian is destined to be ignorant in my life, then I have no choice but to ...... Get it through yourself. ”