The circular space stretches out hugely, and behind the glass-like transparent stone walls, white light sources continue to pour in, illuminating this huge field.

The wooden shelves are just as huge, like the steep cliffs in the canyon, with countless carvings on them.

Ning walked into it for a long time, dressed in white like a pearl and jade into the sea, extremely small.

Although the road of Shushan is based on diligence, how can you really read it all when these mountains lie in front of you?

What's more, this is just the tip of the countless mountains in the world.

Ning Chang knows that there are really people in this world who preach the Tao by reading, learn to be rich in three mountains and four seas, travel to eight extremes and six thousands, follow the law to point out the world, and the wonderful pen is thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

It was an extremely mysterious and magnificent realm, but it was not suitable for him.

Although he was forced to read a lot of books since he was a child, he still didn't like to read, because Xuehai had to be diligent and hardworking, and he sought the ethereal avenue, not the benefits and sufferings between books.

He walked into it, his eyes swept over the spine of the book, and from time to time he opened two books, looked at them a few times, and then sent them back.

Time is like water, and in the blink of an eye, today's sword cultivation has ended, and many disciples have come down from the stairs to read the book.

Ning Changjiu knew that Xiao Ling should also be back.

He stopped reading and walked outside.

Several of those inner disciples who were immaculate in sword clothes noticed him, because this was the inner peak quiet place, and it was not allowed to talk loudly, so Ning Changjiu only saw them pointing out something to him.

He didn't pay any attention to the gaze and walked straight forward.

Walking through the wooden stairs and going up against the flow of people, when Ning Changjiu returned to the door, his expression was slightly different, because he saw Ning Xiaoling sitting at his table with a stack of books, looking at him excitedly.

"Xiaoling, you are really bold, you come in blatantly, you are not afraid of being overwhelmed by your fellow brothers and sisters?" Ning Changjiu smiled and asked curiously.

Ning Xiaoling said frankly: "Of course I'm not afraid. ”

Ning Changchang raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Who borrowed your guts?"

Ning Xiaoling pointed to the stack of books and said, "This is the privilege of the marrying sister herself, because Xiaoling is illiterate, so the master asked me to come to learn to read and write with my senior brother every day, and I can stay for an hour and a half at most." ”

The corners of Ning Chang's mouth raised slightly, and he smiled angrily: "You are so happy if you can't read?"

Ning Xiaoling smiled and said, "Isn't this stupid." ”

Ning Changjiu suddenly remembered what happened yesterday, and his originally relaxed mood was soothed by himself, so that Ning Xiaoling, a little girl, could spy on her joys, sorrows, and joys, and always felt that something was strange.

And Ning Xiaoling looked at herself expectantly.

Ning Changjiu comforted himself and said that he was just putting a little pressure on himself, and then cultivating his mind well, if he could cultivate Gu Bo without being shocked, there would be nothing to worry about.

"Good. Ning Chang nodded and said, "But you have to promise me that you must study carefully, and you must not deliberately delay the progress." ”

Ning Xiaoling hummed twice, and then said worriedly: "Senior brother, will I delay your cultivation like this?"

Ning Changjiu replied: "Senior brother doesn't practice. ”

Ning Xiaoling was taken aback and said: "On weekdays, there are very few people in this inner peak, there should be no one to disturb you, senior brother, don't slack off, how can you beat Sister Xiang'er after three years." ”

Ning Changjiu said, "Isn't there still three years?"

Ning Xiaoling raised his forehead and sighed, "Senior brother, you won't give up on yourself, right?"

Ning Chang said: "Don't think about it, senior brother is just ...... Sharpening. ”

Ning Xiaoling immediately thought of the proverb and blurted out: "Sharpen the knife and don't cut the wood?!"

Well...... And this firewood is itself.

Ning Changjiu smiled and said, "Since the master has a life, then I'll start teaching you to read, don't delay the time." ”

Ning Xiaoling sighed and immediately sat upright.

"Then I'll teach you the most basic strokes first, horizontal and vertical, folded and hooked...... Wait for the senior brother to polish the pen and write it to you. ”

"Good. ”

Ning grinded and dipped it for a long time, spread out a piece of rice paper, pressed it with a paperweight, and the ink was invaded by the pen, and the strokes were fainted upright, lining the warm beauty on the snow-white rice paper.

"Senior brother's handwriting is really beautiful. Ning Xiaoling sighed sincerely.

Ning Changjiu said helplessly: "You don't know each other." ”

Ning Xiaoling said seriously: "You don't need to know it, it's like looking at a stranger, I don't know who he is, but I can still tell if it's good-looking or not." ”

Ning Chang paused, glanced at her, and said with a smile: "It's only been a day of cultivation, and you've become so sharp-toothed?"

Ning Xiaoling stuck out her tongue and said, "I've always been clever. ”

Ning Changjiu smiled faintly, continued to put down the pen, and introduced the names and writing order of these strokes to Ning Xiaoling one by one.

Half an hour later, Ning Changjiu probably finished talking about the strokes and asked, "Have you memorized them all?"

"Remembered!" Ning Xiaoling said confidently.

Ning Changchang smiled and said, "Learn so fast, it seems that it won't take long to get out of the school." ”

Ning Xiaoling hurriedly stroked her head and said faintly: "Oh, I forgot the one in the back after learning, it seems that I still need more guidance and guidance from my senior brother!"

Ning Changchang couldn't help laughing, and said, "Go on, I'll tell you some of the simplest and most commonly used first." ”

Ning Xiaoling shook her head and said, "Don't." ”

Ning Chang glanced at her suspiciously.

Ning Xiaoling said seriously: "I want to learn the name first, my name, and the name of my senior brother, the name of the master who married me, and the name of Zhao Xiang'er's sister." ”

Ning was stunned for a long time, his smile was gentle, the pen was polished on the inkstone, and when it fell on the paper, it was soft and flexible, and he wrote the word "age" of a small jasper.

This is Ning Xiaoling's age character, which consists of a tooth and a ling. ”

"It's complicated. ”

"Well, legend has it that in the Savage Fire Mountains of the Northern Wilderness, there is a giant clan named Panri, who carved the teeth of the first generation of giant kings into a holy order, as a royal inheritance, which is a bit of a coincidence with this age. ”

"It's scary...... Well, it's disgusting. Ning Xiaoling covered her cheeks, and suddenly felt a little phantom pain in her teeth.

Ning Xiaoling took the pen, and after writing crookedly a few times according to the script, Ning Changjiu continued to say the word "long-term".

"These two words are very simple, just like a senior brother. Ning Xiaoling praised from the bottom of his heart, then thought about it, and showed off his few knowledges vigorously: "Senior brother's name has a very good meaning, and it will last forever...... Long-sighted ......"

Ning Changjiu chuckled softly: "Originally, Senior Brother was not called by this name. ”

Ning Xiaoling snorted, nodded and said, "Originally, I didn't have the surname Ning, but I changed my surname after following the master." By the way, what was my brother's name before, do you remember?"

Ning Chang said: "My original name was Zhang Jiu. ”

Ning Xiaoling was a little disappointed and said, "It's a little normal." ”

Ning Changjiu nodded and said, "Yes, Master didn't like my name either, so he changed it to Changjiu." ”

The master here is, of course, the master of the previous life.

He had never met Shizun, but she knew her name and changed it for herself.

He vaguely felt that there were other charms in this matter, but he couldn't figure it out at the moment.

Ning Xiaoling confidently took the pen and said, "I learned!"

After that, with a stroke of the pen, he wrote the word "long-term" on rice paper.

"Wrong strokes......"

"Just get it right. ”

"Hmm...... All right. Ning Changjiu said helplessly: "I hope that people will last a long time, it is indeed a good embarrassment." ”

So for more than an hour, the sound of conversation sounded from time to time.

"It's good to marry the master's name, the daughter and the family, and the daughter returns home. ”

"Do you know the word family?"

"I know, the home of the same longevity Taoist family as the sky. ”

......

"Sister Xiang'er's Xiang'er characters are too complicated, and they are even more difficult to write than Ling. ”

"Well, the word Xiang is very interesting, Xiang plus a mention of soil, it is soil, and soil is the meaning of soil. You fainted that day, and it was a pity that you didn't hear your sister Xiang'er talking on the Jiuling Stage. ”

"What did you say?"

She said, "Well...... She said that she was a clay figure made by the queen of heaven with nine days of rest, and at this moment she was burned into a beautiful little porcelain figure, so she erased the soil character and changed her name to Xiang. Ning Chang was talking nonsense seriously.

"Eh, really......" Ning Xiaoling was stunned when she heard it.

"What did Senior Brother lie to you, your sister Xiang'er is too big. ”

"Then the senior brother will not be beaten up by then. ”

“...... Where did your elbow go?"

......

This is the first night of cultivation at the Heavenly Cave Peak.

Ning Xiaoling had already left, and Ning Chang looked at the rice paper full of writing and painting on the table, and the center of the underworld was alive, but he couldn't catch it for a fleeting time.

His brows tightened slightly, and after a little hesitation, in the gap of a piece of paper, the words "Ning Chang" were written again, and the words "Zhang Jiu" were written again.

At night, when the wind blew through the mountains, and everything was like crying, Ning Chang stood quietly, staring at his name, and looked at it for a long time.