"Sangsang..."

He stretched out his trembling fingers and stroked the spine of the book, reading silently. At this moment, he just wanted to share his feelings with her. She is perhaps the only person in the world who can understand how he feels right now.

His gaze was fixed on the shelves full of cultivation books. He was eager to read books such as "Memories of the West Mountain". He was also not qualified to study materials such as "Review of the Swordsmanship Schools of the Southern Jin Kingdom". In any case, he should not bite off more than he can chew. He will start with the basics, starting with "A Preliminary Study of the Snow Mountain" and "The Sea of Air".

Just as he pulled out the thin book, there was a sudden muffled sound somewhere in the library. Following the voice, a student was found to have fallen to the ground, his face as pale as snow. His body tightened, and white foam kept squirting out of his mouth, which was terrifying.

Four men dressed in the light robes of the academy came out of nowhere and walked towards the unconscious students. Some grabbed his hand, some grabbed his foot, and they tacitly lifted the poor student up like a chicken. With that, they sprinted smoothly towards the stairs, as if they had done it many times.

The people at the bookshelf were now staring at each other, speechless. Thinking of the warning the lecturer had given them with a smile before entering the old library, a sense of nervousness somehow hit them. However, no one was scared away. Instead, more and more students are coming from downstairs.

They were all young talents from all over the empire, and they had the same curiosity about this mysterious world as Ning Que, and firmly believed that they could enter that world. So, they kept taking books out of the shelves, reading them silently, pretending that nothing had happened.

Then there was another loud bang, and the second young student, with a pale face, fainted. Ning Que silently looked at the student who was quickly carried away, and began to hesitate. However, he still couldn't resist the allure of that new world and chose to move on like the rest of his classmates. Then he made up his mind and opened the thin book in his hand.

The first sentence of "A Preliminary Study of Snow Mountains and Seas" is: "Heaven and earth also breathe, which is called breathing ......"

Following the handwritten words, Ning Que continued to read nervously and intently, but suddenly, the words became blurry in his eyes, as if a piece of unpolished glass was placed between his eyes and the booklet. Realizing that maybe this was what the lecturer outside the library had warned, he bit the tip of his tongue lightly, forcing himself to wake up and keep reading.

"Humans are the smartest of all living beings, so they are able to understand the laws of nature. Their will is strong, and this is called psychic power.

As you read, the text on the booklet becomes more blurry and then gradually spreads into ink. He tried to squint his eyes, trying to see the words more clearly, but there was pain between his brows. As for those vague words, little by little in his eyes will drift away from the paper.

"The power of the human mind originates from the brain, where it converges between the snow-capped mountains and the sea of qi. They can condense into frost, dew, or water and are able to pass freely through all acupuncture points. They are scattered throughout our bodies and interact with the natural breath around us......"

In his eyes, one by one, blurry ink dots drifted from the pale yellow paper and into his brain, where they turned into shockwaves, as if a long paddle probed into the deep sea of his brain, constantly merging with his brain. Instead of feeling pain, Ning Que found that his body moved with the blender, and the scene in front of him became blurred. Then he felt suffocation in his chest and was about to throw up, which is exactly the symptom of extreme seasickness!

With a muffled thud, he forced himself to close the booklet and took a few heavy breaths, finally helping him out of that dazzling and mysterious world. Then he breathed more and gradually regained his composure.

A middle-aged woman in a professor's robe sits at a clean table by the window, intently copying a regular script, not noticing the student who has toppled over before; It was as if nothing had happened in her eyes. However, when she heard the clapping of her hands in the book, she raised her head, her eyebrows furrowed slightly, and when she saw Ning Que's pale face, a trace of strangeness flashed in her eyes.

This female professor had been practicing in the old library for more than twenty years, and she didn't know how many freshmen she had seen getting lost in such books, until she was defeated by the overwhelming mental shock and fainted. However, it is really rare for a student like Ning Que who has just started reading but closes the book with strong willpower.

Ning Que didn't notice that he had already caught the attention of the female professor, because he was concerned about the thin pamphlet in his hand. After adjusting his breathing, he felt that everything was back to normal, so he didn't hesitate to open the booklet again and look at the contents below.

His eyes fell on the word "interaction," and he chose to start here. However, the moment his gaze fell on this word, they drifted directly into his mind, stirring up turbulent waves that rolled over him like a thousand mountains roaring close to him!

His hands and books disappeared from his sight. The bookshelves disappeared from his sight, melting with the books. He saw the white roof, and everything went dark.

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...

A horse-drawn carriage stopped in front of the old brush shop on Lin 47th Street. When the curtain was raised, Ning Que walked down weakly, crossed his hands in front of him, and bowed to the carriage driver and the college deacon. He said sincerely: "Thank you very much.

After the carriage drove away, Ning Que took a deep breath, rubbed his pale face, and walked into the store. Sang Sang put down the duster cloth and stared at him curiously, then forced a smile and said, "Academy...... It's really the best place in the world, but it's also the worst.

He had fainted in the old library just now, and he didn't come until the carriage was about to enter the Suzaku Gate. However, he forgot why he fainted. To make matters worse, he couldn't even remember the contents of the books he had read before he fainted, which made him scared and depressed. No matter what he thought, not even a trace of it would come back to his mind.

"I must warn you that the books about the mystery that you are all interested in cannot be memorized, only experienced. As for the theory behind it, I certainly won't explain it. As human beings, we all have limitations. If you don't have the potential to cultivate, but still try to force flip through books, that will only lead to negative results. "

Only now did he understand the true meaning of the warnings given to them by the academy instructors before entering the old library. He guessed that those books on cultivation were probably written in some kind of talisman art.

"There are a lot of cultivation books in the old library. I thought you must be there.

This sentence reminded Ning Que of the frail little girl in his arms many years ago, hurrying around the bookstall in the Linping County Market. He replied lightly, "But it seems like a hassle to read those books." I felt as if there was a mountain standing between me and the book.

"Young Master, how about a detour?" Sang Sang asked, raising his little face and frowning in concern.

Ning Que shook his head, looked at her quietly, and asked, "What if we can't get around a mountain?" We've talked about it in the past.

Sang Sang nodded vigorously and replied, "Split the mountain."

The college arranged a math class for the second day. But the atmosphere in the study today is different from yesterday. As the students at their desks listened silently to the professor, their minds had drifted to a place called the Old Library. Obviously, many students have experienced the same situation as Ning Que yesterday, which has triggered the unwillingness and will of these young students to challenge.

The bell rang beautifully, and the professor was out of class. With the loud sound in the study room, all the students quickly rushed out of the classroom and ran towards the wooden building deep in the academy. The professor has become accustomed to this kind of performance of freshmen at the academy. He smiled and shook his head, not saying a word.

Chu Youxian, who didn't go to the old library yesterday, wanted to explore it after learning about the magic of that building. He beckoned Ning Que and rushed out. Ning Que seemed quite calm and unhurried today. He didn't go to the old library after he walked out of the study. Instead, he walked along the vines towards the Hall of Focus.

Ning Que had a hearty lunch for two, with a chicken leg and three raw eggs. With that, he touched the bulge on his abdomen with satisfaction and looked around at the empty focus hall.