Nightfall

The green curtain carriage slowly walks along the stone path along the wetland. The seemingly flat slate clay pits are uneven. The soles are not easy to slip on the top. The hard wheels will be extremely violent. Li Yu, the fourth princess of the Tang Dynasty in the carriage, was struggling with her lower jaw, and was upset by the top, so she became more and more disgusted with Ning Que.

She came to the academy today either for other things or to see Ning Que.

She wanted to see what this boy who had been with her who had returned from the grassland had become. She wanted to know that when she refused to solicit herself, she eventually followed the Spring Wind Pavilion's dynasty to kill Xu Chongshan's eyes.

The most direct reason is: two freshmen in the academy joined the second floor of the old book building for ten days. This incident has spread out of the academy and passed into her ears. When they knew that one of the freshmen was Ning Que, Reminiscent of Lu Qingchen's old evaluation, she can no longer suppress the curiosity in her heart and decided to take a look.

At first glance, it was still that unusually ordinary, just naive and clean face, freckles were still so few, the shallow dimple was still in that place, but his face was much paler than before, and it looked extremely unhealthy.

I do n’t know why. Looking at Ning Que ’s pale face and stubborn look on her face, she was a little annoyed. If it was n’t for Zhong Dajun ’s cynicism and anger, she might not even call him over. .

Ning Que walked into the old book building. The eyes of the students around him were completely different from the previous ones, full of shock and doubt. Everyone pondered silently in their hearts. Isn't the record on the Academy's roster abundant and wrong? This person is not a soldier from the border town returned by Weicheng, but, as originally said, is it a child of a certain surname of Qinghe County? If not, how did Her Royal Highness know him and even summoned him to the car to say a few words?

Situ Yilan slightly looked at him curiously, probably guessing his relationship with the princess. Jin Wucai hid half of his body behind Situ Yilan, and was ashamed to look at him. Princess Li Yu personally made a mockery for Ning Que, who dares to continue to question him? The embarrassed Zhong Dajun no longer knew where to hide, but Xie Chengyun stood pale outside the crowd with a lonely expression.

Zhu Youxian walked to Ning Que's side, looked at him in surprise, and whispered in a low voice: "No wonder everyone didn't want to collect your money at first, but I didn't expect your kid to have such a deep background. , Even if you move out of the prince ’s palace today, it ’s not easy to use, so the four princesses can clean them up. "

Hearing this, Ning Que became interested, and asked, "What is the reason?"

Zhu Youxian laughed and said: "The reason is very simple. The so-called Changan Lady Army ... was originally created by the four princesses when they were boring when they were little children.

Ning Que smiled and did not explain the relationship between him and Princess Li Yu. The idea of ​​pulling tiger skins into coats did not, but it became more and more obscure, and it was something he was willing to do to get some convenience from it.

Seeing Ning Que walking towards the second floor, Xie Chengyun finally moved. He walked slowly into the building, ignoring the obstruction of everyone around him, holding the railing with his hand, his body kept shaking, struggling to move forward.

Ning Que held the thin "First Exploration of Qihai Snow Mountain" and did not open it. Waiting for Xie Chengyun to walk past him to the deepest depth of the bookshelf. After sitting cross-legged and sitting down like before, he suddenly said, "You may have your pride, but I also have my own needs, you are heaven I'm just a arrogant, and I'm just a living desperate. The difference between the two is very big. I suggest you don't give away your life in order to compete with me for a short time. "Xie Chengyun walked past him and saw the book in his hand Closely, thinking that he was angry at his previous silence downstairs, so he wanted to continue to gamble with himself, but did not expect him to say such a paragraph to the intelligent Nanzi talent since childhood. After a long time, he stared at the pages in his lap and didn't know what he was thinking, and then he stood up against the wall and stood up, struck the ground for a long time, and slowly walked downstairs.

The depth of the bookshelf is closer to the west window. In the afternoon, it can be sunned until the sun. Ning Que walked with a thin book, and sat down in the warm evening sun, sitting cross-legged on Xie Carrier sat on the floor for many days. After closing his eyes for a long time, he gently rubbed his pale and thin cheeks and opened the book pages with a smile to continue watching.

"You can make some notes, although you can't transcribe them or take them away, but it may be helpful."

Next to the old branches and branches of the east window, the female professor in a light-colored robe did not lift her head, devoting herself to her small script. If it was not for confirming that the voice was heard, Ning Que might even doubt that she had opened her mouth.

He stood up slightly, walked to the Mingji next to the west window, looked at the pen, ink, paper and inkstones. After a long time of contemplation, he sat down, picked up the ink stick with his fingers, and began to carry his wrist in the clear water.

It is strictly forbidden to copy the books in the building, even if you want to filter the runes on the spiritual books into ordinary handwriting and copy them on white paper, it is not feasible to copy them on the white paper. When you want to turn it into handwriting and leave it on white paper, the words in your mind will spread like blue smoke, and you won't be able to find it.

And according to the rules of the old bookstore, he should not leave any marks on the books. Ning Que didn't know if some hands and feet on it would be discovered by teaching, but these days he has never tried to play this little cleverness. Over the years, countless battles of life and death have long made him understand that in the face of the mountains that must cross the past, "any little smart will be very stupid." At that time, what you need is that kind of great wisdom that is close to being clumsy.

What should I write? In this case, what words can be counted as notes? Ning Quexuan raised the pen for a long time, but he was unable to drop it on the paper because he had forgotten what he had previously seen in the book. He didn't know what it meant to write on the paper at this time.

"Perhaps these things you are desperately doing, this guide is meaningless?"

He laughed a little at himself, thinking about the hard work these days, thinking about the pain in the night, and thinking of Sang Sang applying his hot towel to his forehead every night, and his heart was inevitably slightly sour, and an ordinary person wanted to step in The world of spiritual practice is indeed such a difficulty. Even if you make more efforts, it seems that you can only make failure seem tragic.

A crackling sound sounded 'The ink-filled ink brush hovered in the air for too long, a drop of ink fell down, and fell on the snowy white paper surface, the ink quickly spread along the fibers on the paper, and burst out Irregular beauty.

Ning Que looked down at the ink marks, and suddenly his heart moved slightly. The deepest acid loss was washed away and turned into absolute peace. At this moment he wanted to understand everything: not every love song has Good memories, not every fairy tale has a happy ending, not all efforts will be rewarded, and you have done your own hard work. It is difficult to decide what you get in the end. Then enjoy the process.

If the ink pen falls on the paper, you ca n’t remember any rhetoric, then you do n’t need to remember it. If you do n’t know what to write, you can write something else. Then write something else, such as your heart and nose, your own experience, such as your feeling in the building, The picture of the female professor in the old window and the new branch of the quiet window on the east window, the sunset on the west window is like the afterglow of the moment when the candle is cut ...

"Go upstairs again, go upstairs again, all the previous sorrows, all rest at this time, I was originally a young man who was playing with firewood on the shore of Bibi Lake. Why did he force the scholar to say that the sky is cold, and it should be noted that today is not autumn."

He lifted the pen to write on the paper at random, there was no specific idea, but as the mind at this moment was scattered, as the pen nib wrote clear and beautiful words on the paper, between the chest and abdomen The feeling of extreme anxiety was gradually erased by the pen as if in ink, disappearing without a trace.

"On the 17th of entering the building, I worked hard every day, but I couldn't fix my words. I could only watch them slip away. I was awake, and I fell into dark sweet dreams for no reason, but they always Not here. "

"If they are false on paper, why can I see them? If they are true, why can't I remember them? If they exist between true tip and falseness, the ink that writes them is true Is it false? Is the paper carrying them real or false? "

Since he was just expressing his feelings at random, at this time, Ning Que suddenly didn't want to write anymore, so he stopped his wrist and rested his pen, quietly looked at the words on the paper, and gently put it into the thin book after the paper was dry. Then put the book back on the bookshelf, turn around and pay tribute to the female professor by the east window, and just go downstairs.

In the past few days, he walked downstairs for the first time instead of being carried downstairs.

The female professor looked up at the teenager ’s lost back and sighed softly, thinking silently that the old books were originally the rules set by the teacher at that time: Wan Shuganfan only allowed students to choose one. Although this student has a strong will, the meditation ability of meditation will not be weak, but the snowy mountains and seas have no knowledge, and eventually can only fall into a bed of vomiting blood and weak bed. What is the benefit of looking at eighty years?

Twilight is getting stronger ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ The night is approaching, and no one is on the second floor again. The female professor put the pen, ink, paper and inkstones in front of her properly and walked towards the back of the mountain along a detour.

I don't know how long it has passed. The night shrouded the college and the mountain behind the college. The college buildings among the broad meadows were lit with lights and scattered like stars in the sky.

In the depths of the second floor of the silent and unused old book building, a few wisps of carved carvings on the bookshelf against the north wall suddenly brightened for a moment, but the play slowly slid away to the side silently.

A fat teenage student wearing a teal school gown, squeezed out of the gap breathlessly, staring back angrily at the bookcase and complaining: "I don't know who designed this thing, don't you know? Make the exit bigger? Haven't you thought that the college will recruit some fat people? "

The fat boy grumbled over to the bookshelf and said in his mouth: "Brother Ershi, you have to bet on the introductory books. Although I was a genius who was born out of nowhere, I still remember what I saw when I was a kid."

Talking to himself, he pulled out a thin book from the bookshelf, looked at the words "Qi Hai Xue Shan preliminary exploration" on the cover, and gently tapped it with satisfaction. With his tapping, a very thin white The paper flew out.