Nightfall

The first volume of the early morning empire chapter 82 old bookstore

The third bell sounded and the students walked out of their respective bookshelves. Some long-stay students hurried to the kitchen hall to avoid missing the special meal on the first day of school. Some students returned to Chang'an City. It was a hurried rush to the courtyard of the courtyard, so as not to miss the celebration feast of the fox friends in the city, and most students packed their books and followed the quiet alleyway beside the bookstore to the depths of the college.

Looking up at the signage, I knew that the direction was the old bookstore. Reminiscent of the chief professor ’s sincere instruction in the first class this morning, Ning Que could n’t help but feel a certain curiosity and waved his hand with Chu Youxian (Note 1) Farewell, followed the crowd to the lane.

The distribution of the buildings in the academy can't see any regularity. A few pieces in the east and a few corridors in the west, scattered between the meadows at the foot of the mountain, but it gives a feeling of natural nature. The flat eaves are hidden between the rain corridors. There are countless laneways, quiet and quiet, and if there is no sign, no one knows where it will lead in front.

Ning Que laughed on the surface, but was reluctant to follow the crowd in his bones. He took steps to separate himself from the crowd. He walked quietly in the alleyway. The midday spring sun draped over his head and put the flat eaves beside the alleyway. It was reflected in a neat black mark, just pressing his right shoulder, feeling a bit heavy.

I walked in such a quiet way. I did n’t know how long I walked out of the alleyway. There was a bright and open landscape in front of my eyes. Ning Que raised the turban blown by the wind behind my neck and looked at the large wetland in front of me. Lin Ze, looking at the lush green pine and green bamboo, realized that there was such a scene in the depths of the original college.

There are endless reeds growing in Shuize. At this time, the autumn wind did not kill the yellow and wash it. The straight waist is green and tender in the spring breeze. It looks like a dense rice field, and the breeze is from the Zepan. Through the forest, and then filtered by these watery green poles, it became cool and pleasant again. (Note 2)

Ning Que was walking on the stone path beside the wetland, looking at the fish in the shadow of the water, listening to the tweets of unknown insects in the forest next to him, and the string in his heart that had been tightened for more than ten years, as if moistened with ze He was gently rubbed by the forest, and gradually relaxed and soft. Occasionally, some classmates passed by, and nodded politely, but did not speed up.

The stone slabs at the foot are not polished, and the pits on the top are uneven, just anti-slip. They are spread out from the alley of the bookstore, follow the wetland in a circle, and then extend into the forest. About thousands of stones are densely built into a flat road. After reaching an extremely long stone path, it reached the end of a three-story old wooden building in the green forest at the foot of the mountain.

This three-story wooden building is ordinary and ordinary in appearance, with no colorful makeup and no cornices, but simply rises from the mountain, but the wood with varnish should not be ordinary, watching the wind and rain The traces left by the year, I do n’t know how many years have stood in the depths of this academy, but there are no details showing signs of decay.

Ning Que looked up at the horizontal plaque above the wooden building with the three-letter old book building, and couldn't help but wonder if the teachers in this academy would be too lazy. Old bookstore?

"I know you are very curious, why this building is called an old book building, in fact, the reason is very simple, because this building is responsible for collecting books for the academy, and one of the books is only used to record our thoughts, such things, once Jumping out of my mind and writing on paper, it is no longer fresh, just old things, so any book is an old book. "

There are already many people downstairs, and in front of the closed wooden door, a middle-aged academy teacher is smiling and explaining the origin of the name of the old bookstore to the students.

"You are now a member of the academy, so remember, in our academy, there has never been a statement of respect for the writing paper, and there are no rules for the tribute of books in the case. The book is the book, it is just a tool, it is not sacred Only our thoughts are fresh. In order for you to remember this, this building is called the old book building. "

The students nodded and taught, but they didn't necessarily understand the meaning hidden in these two simple words. Ning Que understood a little, but didn't know whether his understanding was completely correct.

"Tell everyone about the rules of the old book building." The middle-aged teacher in charge of managing the old book building continued with a smile. "There are a total of two teaching and four management staff. Our task is to serve all teachers and students, so it is open 24/7. , You can come to read at any time, but there are three things you must remember. "

"First of all, the old bookstore has the richest collection of books in the world, because in addition to a hundred-person organization dedicated to searching for books in various countries, your brothers in the calendar are also spending a lot of money to buy books. They are very hard and they spend a lot of money. So when you read the book, please wash your hands clean, and please do n’t spray the spit on the book during the discussion, do n’t take it too much, but do n’t treat them as straw paper in your latrine. "

"Second, we ca n’t find any more books, so when you want to read a certain book and find that you ca n’t find it, please question yourself first. The book you want to read is not worth it. If it ’s a meat futon, So is it the most exquisite Hejianben? If it is the Eastern Expedition, is it the most representative big river? If not, then don't ask us again, because it means that the books you decide to read are meaningless. "

"Finally and most importantly, it is strictly forbidden to take any books away from the old bookstore, and it is forbidden to transcribe. You should not look at me with this kind of vision, and do not try to instill in me any spirits such as free sharing. The rules in the college are the rules. , Professor Cao Zhifeng of Class C in the morning must have taught you with fists. The reasonableness of these rules cannot be questioned. As for the good intentions and sincerity behind the rules, you can experience them unconditionally and feel inexplicable, but do not expect me to You guys explain. "

Standing under the horizontal plaque in the old book building, the teacher smiled and looked at the people with different expressions. The smile was extremely abominable, like a loan shark merchant, and like a treasurer who showed his own gold to seduce the poor, said slowly: "Do not Try to challenge this last rule, even if you are the most book thief in the world, and you want to show your good hands in the old book building, there can only be one ending in the end, that is death ... the kind of death that is very miserable. "

The students were in an uproar. Ning Que stood outside the crowd and shook his head again and again, thinking that even if the building has the richest collection of books in the world, but you are not allowed to copy or lend, how do you remember? He has other doubts about the book collection in the building, but thinking that other people should have the same doubts as himself, so he is in a hurry to wait.

Sure enough, a student raised his arms and asked loudly, "Sir, you said that there are all the books in the old book building?"

Mr. Jiao Xi turned his gaze slightly, and found the student who dared to question in the crowd. He frowned slightly and said, "Is it true that you have doubts about my statement?"

"Students don't dare." The student's body shuddered with the intimidation of teaching, and said, "Students are just ... students are just curious, are there any ... that, books on spiritual practice?"

Mr. Tuo squinted slightly, raised his jaw and smiled slightly, confidently and proudly scorned to the point where a thousand people pointed out: "In the eyes of the world, those books of the so-called mysterious door are probably extremely rare, but for my college How difficult is it to speak? If you want to see the seven volumes of the legendary book of heaven, the rotten Buddhist scriptures, there is really no one in the building, but otherwise, I really do n’t know any practice books you ca n’t think of but ca n’t find. ! "

Listening to this sentence, Ning Que, who stood outside the crowd, slowly clenched his fist in his sleeve. Although his expression did not change, his heartbeat was accelerated for no reason. He raised his head subconsciously and stared at the building in front of him. The ordinary three-story wooden building, burning eyes as if to light this wooden building.

Entering the spiritual world was his dream since he was a child. Although he was beaten several times or even yesterday, the reason why the dream is beautiful is because it is difficult to realize, but it attracts you to try hard and keep making it from time to time. I hope to show you a small tail to seduce you, whisper softly yín: Come chase me, catch me!

He had already broken off his hopes of entering the world of spiritual practice, and suddenly found that he could enter and exit a wooden building full of spiritual books at random. For a childhood in the frontier, he ran a few markets at all costs and only bought a copy of the book. For the teenager in this article, what a sudden happiness it is!

"Remind fellow students, don't be too greedy or greedy, otherwise the old bookstore will be burnt, and the dean will cut us all into peach blossoms and swallow it."

The teaching downstairs looked at Ning Que outside the crowd with a smile, and then smiled. He looked at the students seriously and said: "I must warn you that the mysterious books you are curious about cannot be remembered, only experience. As for the truth, I will still not explain it. After all, manpower is sometimes poor. If you do not have the potential to practice, but you have to force into the book, it will cause some very undesirable results to occur. Advance. "

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The wooden door of the old book building slowly opened, and it was quiet inside, as if it were a door to the unknown world, there was no splash of years of dust, no cobweb dragging, but it gave people a sense of vicissitudes of time and oppression. After a little silence, he was dressed, calmed down and walked across the threshold and walked in.

The building is much larger than it looks from the outside. There are many simple bookshelves arranged neatly in the wide space. The bookshelves are arranged according to six subjects and years. All the books you can think of are displayed on the top. In one place, www.novelmtl.com ~ is like countless sages and celebrities in countless years, who are naughtyly watching you side by side.

When they entered the building, they quickly spread out, looking for books they were interested in, rather than walking alone among the bookshelves, drawing a book from time to time to see, and then found that the book case was placed near the window of the book building. There are pen, ink and paper inkstones, and I can't help wondering if I can't transcribe, why should I keep these things?

I found a copy of Wang Xinglong's script in the Nanjin Book District. Ning Que took out to study and walked casually, gradually becoming quieter next to him. He raised his head and saw a clean staircase in front of him.

The stairs are used to go upstairs, now he is on the first floor, then above the stairs is the second floor.

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(Note 1: The full text changed the title to Chu, the title of the title shows something wrong. At the beginning, I wanted to make a mistake. Note 2: There are always readers who do n’t know infinity in Tang Dynasty. There is nothing in Tang Dynasty. What is there in Tang Dynasty? I once again reiterate a nonsense, the Tang in the book is the Tang of Tang Ye, the Tang with desire for rice, the tobacco practitioner, the practitioner, and the Nether Realm in Haotian. It is the Great Tang, but not the Great Tang. Note 3: Still You have to stay up all night to write something decent.)