Volume 1: The Emperor's Car in the Early Morning, Chapter 94, The First Mén to That World

At this moment, her eyes lit up slightly, her frowning brows spread out, and she calmly looked in the direction of the staircase, but she didn't expect that it was not the student who appeared at the staircase, but another young student with flirtatious eyebrows.

Chu Youxian was nervous and walked upstairs. He had fainted upstairs once, heard about the countless painful experiences of his classmates, and even knew that even characters like Xie Chengyun had seen vomiting blood at night, and all kinds of rumors made the books upstairs as terrifying as the devil of the underworld in his heart, and he panicked to the extreme.

Walking to the east window, he timidly bowed deeply and said a respectful word to Professor NV.

Professor NV frowned slightly, looked at him and smiled calmly and said, "So I'm sick...... I still want to say to me, this kid is really gentle and polite, you tell him to recuperate with peace of mind on my behalf. ”

The third son of the Southern Jin Dynasty, Xie Chengyun, has given up the penance of going upstairs to study, and now someone has taken sick leave, so the second floor of the clean old book building has become more and more quiet, and no one has come up again for several days, and Professor NV has long been accustomed to this quietness, bowing his head and describing his xiǎo Kai, the chun wind blows from the east window to the west window, and the huā tree outside the building sways.

But one guy didn't know that the guy had called in sick.

In the middle of the night, the stars hung on the top of the night forest, scattered into the old library, sprinkled a burst of silver frost on the wooden floor, and the intricate carvings carved on the row of bookshelves at the end suddenly brightened and faded, and then quietly slid away, Chen Pipi squeezed out with great difficulty, holding a wet máo towel in his hand and constantly wiping the sweat on his forehead, and slowly walked to the bookshelf.

Féi's fat fingers accurately clicked on the thin book, and then took it out, Chen Pipi flipped through it at will, and found that the paper sandwiched in the book was still there, no one had touched it, and no one had left any words, so he couldn't help but roll his eyelids, and muttered in annoyance: "How many days have this been? Why haven't you read it yet? This genius did not hesitate to disobey the rules of the academy to preach and teach you to solve your karma, you dare not cherish it so much!"

It's a strange and interesting thing to say.

Chen Pipi has always demanded himself according to the standards of geniuses, and he thinks that all geniuses must always have some different styles of acting: for example, the senior brother always has a hateful smile on his face, and he loves to drink the raw water in the lake and stream, and the second senior brother always wears that weird-looking high hat, and when he sees the NV students in the academy, he will give each other a few psychological lessons very strictly, and the teacher has more quirks...... Therefore, he always wants to do something that a genius should do, to do something that can be written into the black history of the academy and the wild fox Zen in the world in the future, such as violating the rules of the academy and pointing out a poor person, and rewriting someone's life process by writing a few words at random without caring about it.

Since it was out of a sudden impulse, he naturally didn't care too much, he wrote a few paragraphs on that thin piece of paper about the "Preliminary Exploration of the Qihai Snow Mountain", whether the poor man could be ignited or not, was not the focus of his consideration, but when he came to see the response with great interest the second night, he found that the guy did not give a word-by-word response, this matter became a little different, and he became very serious.

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When the rain stopped that morning, the fever on Ning Que's body subsided, but under the sometimes Chuchu and sometimes Tiger gaze of Sangsang, he was defeated by his own Xiǎoshinv for the umpteenth time without accident, and asked the people from the carriage shop to inform Chu Youxian and ask him to ask for five days of sick leave from the academy on his behalf.

Every day omelette, sour and spicy noodles xiǎoji boiled potatoes are eaten in turns, not allowed to touch the pen, ink, paper, inkstone, hurt the mind, not allowed to sharpen the knife and practice the knife to damage the body, not allowed to go to the red sleeves to drink and relax, only allowed to sit in the circle chair and hide on the board chuáng to cultivate the mind and meditate, after five days like this, Ning Que's pale cheeks have already become red, and he is no longer haggard a few days ago, and even his cheeks are slightly bulging, and the slight bullet and micro-circle actually look a little cute.

"If I eat hot and sour noodles again, I'm going to vomit. ”

He resolutely pushed away the big bowl in front of him, regardless of Sangsang's gaze, took two steamed buns from her bowl, sandwiched two chopsticks and vinegar soaked green cabbage heads, and ate her remaining half bowl of clear porridge Huhulala, stood up and walked outside the shop, and said: "There is also that meal at night, don't blame the young master for running away from home if you eat xiǎoji potatoes again." ”

Sang Sang picked up the hot and sour noodles that he didn't move with a single chopstick, looked at the thin slices of beef rou floating on the noodle soup, and thought to himself that there is such a good thing to eat, what do you dislike, if you want to eat the noodles in Weicheng at that time, except for the beef rou, can you eat the noodles?

The carriages that have been chartered by the students of the academy for a long time in the carriage and horse shop will be branded with the unique logo of the academy in a conspicuous position, of course, this must have relevant documents for qualification certification, Ning Que sat in the carriage, and relied on this sign to easily pass through the south of Chang'an City, and drive along the official road to the academy under the southern mountain.

At this time, it was just méngméng.

When I arrived at the academy and entered the study room, it was inevitable that there would be a lot of disturbances, whether I knew each other well or not, seeing that my classmates had returned to class after their sick leave, the students always had to come up and say a few words of concern, Ning Que Naixing was good, Tuan Tuan waved his eyebrows and smiled and chatted with everyone casually, but his eyes were looking at everyone's expressions, and found that in addition to Chu Youxian, who was indeed extremely concerned, the care in the eyes of Sister Situ Yilan and Jin Wucai was also extremely real.

Today's main class is calligraphy, which talks about the context of poetry and literature in the Southern Jin Dynasty and the appreciation of the styles of various families. Ning Que is good at calligraphy inscriptions, according to the theory, he should be very interested in poetry and the like, but for some reason, whether it is in the past life or in this life, he looks at those ink words and is happy, and looks at the poems composed of those ink words and feels boring, so this class is also a lack of interest in listening, and when the scattered bell rings, he politely responds to a few words, and then walks out of the study room and walks towards the stove hall.

It was still a lunch for two, or a walk by the wetland three times, and the students of the academy who were silently paying attention to his movements couldn't help but be amazed, thinking that Xie Sangongzi had broken off his mind to go upstairs after vomiting blood overnight, and this guy named Ning Que returned to the academy after a few days of serious illness, as if nothing had happened.

At the entrance of the old book building, Chu Youxian looked at his face with concern and said, "You still want to go upstairs?"

"yes. Ning Que replied, "It's been delayed for several days, I have to hurry." ”

Chu Youxian shook his head helplessly, looked at him like a madman, and said, "Haven't you vomited enough?"

"Spit and spit and get used to it. ”

Ning Que replied with a smile. After saying this, he was slightly stunned, feeling how this answer was so familiar, especially the last sentence he said, as if he had heard or seen it somewhere.

Walking up to the second floor, he didn't rush to the bookshelf to find the thin book, but tidied up the black scarf robe, walked to the east window calmly, saluted respectfully to the NV professor next to the desk, and said softly: "The student is back." ”

Professor NV slowly looked up, looked at him and said, "Can your body still hold up?"

"Hold on. Ning Que molicked his slightly chubby cheeks and said, "Mr. Lao is worried, and the student doesn't want to go." ”

"I didn't care about anything. Professor NV smiled and said, "It's just that I've been copying books upstairs for seven years, and although I'm used to being quiet, it feels good to have someone quietly by my side." ”

Ning Que smiled and said, "Students try to stay upstairs for as long as possible. ”

Professor NV smiled and nodded, waving his hand to his own devices.

Ning Que waved his hand and turned to leave, walked to the bookshelf and didn't look at it, he took out the thin xiǎo booklet, he was already familiar with the location of this book, as long as he walked upstairs, even if he kept his eyes on it, he could find it accurately, but it was a pity that he still didn't remember the content that should have been familiar to his heart.

With a soft sigh in his heart, he opened this book "A Preliminary Exploration of the Qihai Snow Mountain", and when he saw the thin paper he was sandwiched in, he couched out, knowing that he should have seen this place before going downstairs last time, but he knew that this kind of xiǎo cleverness did not make any sense, because for him, this thin book was always the first page.

Suddenly, his brows furrowed slightly, and he picked up the thin paper and looked out the window with some suspicion, and found a dense black ink behind the paper, thinking where did he write so many words last time?

Turning over the paper and looking at the back, I saw that the back of the paper was full of words with a fly's head xiǎo Kai, although the person who left the word used a fly-headed xiǎo Kai who was extremely particular about rules and subtleties, but it was wonderful that the handwriting was as big as a grain of rice, and the strokes were frankly connected lightly, which had a great arrogant atmosphere.

Ning Que looked at the ink on the back of the paper in surprise, and then silently read out the words left by the man in his heart.

"Poor fellow, don't believe what looks like mountains are not mountains...... Of course, things that exist objectively are true, such as the handwriting in this book, which is more real than my pride and conceit at this time. ”

"It's just that when this paper is the word shè against the chun light outside the window, it is reflected in your eyes that you don't know if it's big or xiǎo, and then you ...... The reflection of the chun light on the paper is already an explanation, and you see it again...... The objective truth of things is like a beautiful woman with a naked body...... And when you go to see her in sèmimi, to think about how beautiful she is, to want to fall in love with her...... It doesn't matter if she is the saint NV of the Great River Country or the Ye Hongyu ...... in the Xiling Temple. ”

The warm spring wind blows in and out of the building, the afternoon sun begins to walk towards the golden and ruddy road, those male insects bathed in the red glow begin to chirp loudly, flapping their wings, squeezing the air bag, by the wings and sound of the wind, to show their strength and hope to the other, occasionally when the wind is stronger, the chirping in the forest and grass will suddenly stop, in the ears of these strong male insects, the wind is probably as terrible as thunder.

Next to the bookshelf in the building, Ning Que looked at the words on the paper in a daze, like a statue that could not move for a long time, and those fly-headed xiǎo Kai were like thunder exploding in his brain, buzzing constantly.

A moment later, he opened the thin book "A Preliminary Exploration of the Qihai Snow Mountain" with slightly trembling fingers, and his eyes looked away at the book and paper, and his chest began to fluctuate uncontrollably, with the help of the words on the paper, although he still couldn't know what was behind the mén, but he finally knew where the mén was.

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