Ning Que stood at the bottom of the stairs and scratched his head, recalling that the previous rules for teaching in the old library did not seem to prohibit students from going up to the second floor. Just as he hesitated, someone bypassed his side and walked directly up the stairs, listening to the sound of footsteps, he was relieved, put the book of Wang Xinglong Kai in the book basket next to the column, picked up the front of the robe and went up the steps.

The second floor of the old book building is quieter than below, but the shelves and books are much less, and the field of vision has become relatively broader, he walked upstairs, only to find that there were already many people upstairs, each of them in front of the bookshelf to pick up the hidden, some people were full of smirks, some people were talking in their mouths, and they were obviously very excited.

Most of the books such as the collection of scriptures and histories are on the first floor, and the collection of books on the shelves on the second floor is biased towards martial arts and cultivation. Before entering the building, the teacher had already said that he couldn't help reading, but suddenly found that a treasure mountain suddenly appeared in front of him like this, without greeting and without any precursor of thunder, Ning Que still felt that this was like an unreal dream, he stood between the bookshelves in a daze, and was silent for a long time before gradually digesting the shock in his heart.

"Li Zhitang Speaks of Buddha", "The Relationship between Mental Power and Mudra", "A Brief Introduction to the Five Realms of Practice", "Reminiscences of the Flowing Years of Xiling", "Dongxuan Sutra", "Nanhua Collection", "Overview of Southern Jin Dynasty Swordsmanship Schools", "Dictionary of Ten Thousand Laws Appreciation", ......

He walked in front of the bookshelves, his eyes falling on the dense spines of the books, the shock and heat had already turned into a panic, and the hands in his sleeves trembled slightly uncontrollably. He didn't have to pull out the books to read, he could guess the contents just by looking at the titles.

That year, he saved up a lot of silver and followed the grain delivery team of Yucheng to Kaiping Market...... While looking for a doctor for Sangza, while searching like a stinky dog in all the bookstores in Kaiping Market, he finally found a copy of the Taishang Induction Chapter, and then flipped through it for many years, until it finally turned into a handful of ashes in a copper basin.

That year, he killed seventeen horse thieves on Sobi Lake and saved the Weicheng firewood team, and the general asked him: What do you want? The whole Weicheng army and civilians can pool money to find you a red silk man to open a xx bud, he held the book in his hand that was read thin and thick, and replied: I want to learn to practice, the general was speechless.

The cultivator next to the mountain said you can't do it" The officer who was assessed by the military department shook his head, and the old man Lu Qingchen sighed, the teacher of the academy patted him on the shoulder yesterday, knowing that there was a world in front of him, but he couldn't go in, he told Sangsang that it was okay, and he could make a world with his own knives and arrows, but there was really something wrong with it, because he was unwilling to watch the world appear in front of him, but he didn't know what scenery was inside.

It wasn't until he walked into the old library building of the academy and went up the stairs that he saw these dense books. He knew that it might be difficult for him to change his physical state with these books, but at least he could see what the world was like, the first sixteen years he struggled with the Taishang Induction Chapter, like a poor child holding the last potato, and today he finally saw a large sea-like rice field, even though those rice fields were still not his, but he was really excited, and even his eyes were hot and wet.

"Miscellaneous ......"

He stretched out his slightly trembling fingers and stroked the spine of the book, and said silently, at this moment he just wanted to share his mood with her, and probably only she in this world could understand his mood at this time.

The shelves are full of cultivation books, and he has already determined his goal, books such as "Reminiscing the Flowing Years of Xiling" are certainly not books that he is eager to read now, and materials such as "Overview of the Southern Jin Dynasty Swordsmanship School" are not things that he is qualified to study now, he is not a person who is very ambitious, he knows very well that he can only start from the most basic things, such as the book "A Preliminary Study of the Snow Mountain Qi Sea" in front of his fingers.

Just as Zhou had just pulled out the extremely thin booklet, there was a sudden muffled sound somewhere in the building, and the students next to the bookshelf fled to the ground, only to see a student fall to the ground for some reason, his face was as pale as snow, his body kept twitching, and white foam kept pouring out of the corners of his mouth, looking extremely terrifying.

Four people dressed in the light-colored robes of the academy came out of nowhere, walked up to the fainting student, grabbed hands and feet, and used force at the same time to pick up the poor student like a chicken, and then quickly ran towards the staircase, as if they had practiced countless times.

The students beside the bookshelves looked at each other, remembering the warning of the smiling teacher before entering the old book building, and felt a palpitation for no reason, but no one left, on the contrary, more and more students came up from downstairs.

All the beings are young talents from all over the world, and like Ning Que, they are extremely curious about that mysterious world, and they have a very strong confidence that they should be able to enter that world, so they continue to bow their heads silently, take out the books on the shelves and read them silently, pretending that they don't know anything.

There was another heavy muffled sound of falling objects to the ground, and another young student fainted to the ground with a pale face, Ning Que looked at the person who was quickly carried away in silence, his mood became heavy and hesitant, but in the end, he was still like the rest of his classmates, unable to resist the temptation of the new world, and opened the thin book in his hand with his heart

The first sentence of "A Preliminary Study of the Snow Mountain and the Sea of Qi" is: "Heaven and earth breathe, it is for the sake of breath and ......"

Nanti nervously and intently looked down at the handwritten ink, and suddenly he noticed that the handwriting in his eyes had become blurred, as if someone had placed a piece of ground glass between his eyes, he knew that this was probably what Mr. Jiao Xi had warned about outside the building, and he bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to sober up and continue reading.

"Man is the spirit of all things, so he can understand the way of nature, and the will is the power, and it is the power of the mind. ”

As he read, the handwriting on the thin book became more and more blurred, and gradually became a mass of ink, he squinted desperately, trying to make the words in his eyes clearer, because he was too focused, his eyebrows began to ache faintly, and those blurred handwriting gradually drifted off the paper!

"The power of human thought originates in the brain, converges between the snow mountains and the sea of qi, condenses into frost and dew into water, and scatters all the tricks outside the body, and the breath of the heaven and earth around the body ......"

One by one, the blurry ink drifted away from the yellowish paper, entered his eyes, entered his mind, and became wave after wave of impact, like a long oar poking into the sea next to the big sea ship, constantly stirring the pestle and stirring his brain, Ning Que didn't feel pain, but found that his body began to shake with this agitation, his eyes became more and more blurred, and his chest was full of nausea, as if seasickness was at the extreme!

He snorted, forcibly closed the book in his hand, gasped for a few times in an extremely rapid manner, and finally got rid of that mysterious dizzy world, took a few deep breaths, and gradually regained his calm.

A few places by the window next to the building, there was a middle-aged woman wearing a teaching robe, no matter how many students fell in the building before, she didn't seem to be aware of it, just concentrating on her own small rub on the case, but after hearing the sound of slamming the book, she frowned slightly and raised her head, looking at Ning Que, who was pale, and a different color flashed in her eyes.

This female professor has been cultivating in the old library for more than 20 years, and I don't know how many new students who have entered the academy have been lost in the books, until finally it is difficult to bear the mental impact and faint, but it is extremely rare for someone like Ning Que who has already started to read books, but can control his mind and reclose the book with his strong willpower.

Ning Que didn't know that he had attracted the attention of the female professor, he was all focused on the thin book in his hand at this time, and when he finished pranayama, he felt that his spiritual body had returned to normal, and he did not hesitate to reopen the cover of the thin book and continue to look down.

Just now he saw the word Xiangsen, so he continued from the word Xianggan at this time, but this time when his eyes just fell on the word Xiangsen, he suddenly felt that these two ink words floated in, directly into his mind, stirring up an extremely turbulent wave, and with a bang, thousands of mountain-like waves hit him!

The hands and books in his eyes were gone, and he watched in a daze as the bookshelves in his sight gradually sank, and the books densely displayed in one place accelerated to sink, and finally he saw the snow-white roof, and then there was darkness, the deepest darkness under the sea.

A carriage stopped at the door of Lao Bizhai in Lane 47, the curtain was lifted, Ning Que stepped out of the carriage with vain steps, waved his hand to the coachman and the college deacon in the carriage, and said very sincerely: "Thank you." ”

The carriage replied and drove away" Ning Que took a deep breath, rubbed his still pale cheeks, walked into the shop, looked at the Sangza who threw away the rag in his hand, looked at him with curiosity on his face, and said with a forced smile: "Academy...... It's the best place in the world, but it's also the worst place.

Earlier, he was directly happy in the old book building, and he didn't wake up until the carriage was about to enter the Suzaku Gate. He couldn't remember how he had fainted, and what made him even more frightened and lost was that he had even forgotten what the book he had read before he fell unconscious was, and no matter how much he thought about it, he didn't even have a memory of the stars in his mind.

"But I must warn you that the mystical books you are curious about cannot be memorized, but can only be experienced, and as for the truth thereof, I still cannot explain. After all, manpower is sometimes poor, and if you don't have the potential to practice, but you want to force yourself into the book, it will lead to some very bad results. ”

He now finally understood the true meaning of the warning that the academy professor had given in front of the old library, and even vaguely guessed that the cultivation books on those shelves must have been written with some kind of talisman technique.

"There were a lot of spiritual books in the old bookstore, and I was thinking, you should be there. ”

Ning Que looked at Sang Sang, remembering the picture of a little girl running around the bookstall in Linping Market many years ago when she was holding her weak body and like a little mouse, and said softly: "But to understand those books, it seems to be a very troublesome thing, I feel that there is a mountain in front of me." ”

"Young Master, can't you go around?" asked with a small face and a frowning brow.

Ning Ding shook his head, looked at her quietly and asked, "We discussed before, what if a mountain can't be bypassed?"

Sang Sang nodded vigorously and said, "Split the mountain." (To be continued)