Nightfall

The first volume of the early morning car of Chapter 94 Chapter mén leading to that world

At this moment, her eyes lightened slightly, her frown frowned, and she looked calmly at the direction of the stairs, but did not expect that the student who appeared at the stairs was not the student, but another young student with frivolous eyes.

Chu Youxian walked upstairs nervously. He once fainted upstairs once. He had heard countless painful experiences from his classmates. He also knew that even people like Xie Chengyun saw vomiting blood at night, and all kinds of rumors made the books upstairs in his heart like the ghost of the underworld. Panic to the extreme.

As he walked to the east window, he bowed timidly and saluted, and said a word of respect to Professor nv.

Professor nv frowned slightly, and looked at him calmly and smiled and said, "It turns out that I was sick ... actually thinking to tell me, this child is really gentle and polite, you tell him to rest and recuperate on my behalf."

The third son of Xie, Xie Chengyun of the South Jin Dynasty, has given up the hard work of studying in the building. Now that someone has taken sick leave, the second floor of the clean old building becomes more and more quiet. No one has been up for a few days. Professor nv has long been Adapted to this quietness, he lowered his head to describe his ǎo Kai, the chūn wind blew from the east window to the west window, and the huā tree shook outside.

But some people did not know that the guy took sick leave.

In the middle of the night, the stars hung on the tip of the night forest, scattered into the old bookstore, and sprinkled with silver frost on the wooden floor. The complicated carvings carved on the end of the row of bookshelves suddenly and suddenly disappeared, and then slipped away silently. Chen Pipi squeezed out extremely hard, holding a wet máo towel in his hand and constantly wiped the sweat on his forehead, and slowly walked to the bookshelf.

Féi's fat fingers accurately placed the thin book in it, and then took it out. Chen Pipi turned around at random, and found that the paper he had sandwiched in the book was still there. No one moved it, and no one left anything. The text could not help turning the eyelids, murmured angrily: "How many days has it been? Why haven't you read it? This genius will not deny the rules of the academy to preach for you, and you dare not to cherish it so much!"

This matter is a bit strange and interesting.

Chen Pipi has always demanded himself by the standards of genius, but he thought that all geniuses always have a different style of acting: for example, the master always has a hateful smile on his face, and he loves to drink the raw water in the lake, two Brother always wears that weird high hat, seeing the nv students in the college will give each other a few psychological lessons very seriously, and the teacher has more quirks ... so he always wants to do something genius should do, Do things that can be written into the academy's black history and the world's wild foxes in the future. For example, in violation of the rules of the academy and pointing at a poor person, you can write a few words at will and rewrite someone's life process.

Since it was out of a sudden impulse, he wouldn't care too much. He wrote a few paragraphs about "Qihaixueshan preliminary exploration" on the thin paper. Can the poor man be enlightened? The point of his consideration, but when he looked at the response with enthusiasm on the second night, he found that Nai did not respond to only a few words. This thing became a little different, and he became very serious.

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When the chūn rain stopped early that morning, Ning Que's body retreated, but under the eyes of Sang Sang and sometimes the tiger's eyes, he unexpectedly lost countless times to his ǎoshìnv, asking the carriage rider Informed Chu Youxian to ask him to take five days of sick leave on his behalf.

Every day, fried egg noodles, hot and sour noodles, ojī stewed potatoes are eaten in turn, not allowed to touch pens, ink, paper, inkstones, hurt, be sharpened, do n’t sharpen knives, hurt your health, do n’t go to the red sleeves, drink and relax, only allowed to sit in a circle chair and hide in the board On chuáng, he was refreshing and meditative. After five days, Ning Que's pale cheeks had already turned red, and he no longer had the haggard of previous days. Even his cheeks swelled slightly, and the slightly rounded and slightly rounded shapes looked a little cute.

"I'm going to vomit when I eat hot and sour noodles."

He firmly pushed away the big sea bowl in front of him, disregarding Sang Sang's offensive, took two steamed buns from her bowl, sandwiched two chopsticks and vinegar pickled vegetable heads, and hurried to eat the remaining half bowl of clear porridge At the end, I stood up and walked out of the shop and said, "There is still a meal in the evening. If you eat ǎojī stewed potatoes, don't blame the young master, I will run away from home."

Sang Sang picked up the hot and sour noodles that he didn't move with his chopsticks. Looking at the thin slices of beef nòu floating on the noodle soup, he thought that there was such a good thing to eat. Can you eat noodles other than beef?

The carriages that are long-term chartered by the college students in the carriage are branded with the unique logo of the college in a conspicuous position. Of course, this must be certified by relevant documents. Rather than sitting in a carriage, it is very easy to pass the south of Changan by this logo mén, follow the official road to the academy under the southern mountain.

At this time the genius was just bright.

It is naturally inevitable to go to the academy to enter the bookstore. Whether it is familiar or not, seeing the classmates end the sick leave and resuming the class, the students should always come up with a few words of concern. Ning Xiang is good. At the moment, the eyes looked at everyone's expressions, and found that apart from Chu Youxian who was indeed extremely concerned, the caring sè in the eyes of the sister Situ Yilan and Jin Wucai was also extremely true.

Today's class is the subject of calligraphy, which talks about the context of Nan Jin's poetry and the appreciation of various styles. Ning Queku is very good at calligraphy inscriptions. According to theory, he should be very interested in poems and the like, but somehow, whether in past life or in this life, he was happy when he looked at the ink characters, and he was bored by the poems composed of the ink characters Therefore, this class is also a lack of interest in listening. When the bell sounded, and a few words were politely taught, he first walked out of the bookstore and walked to the kitchen hall.

It ’s a lunch for two, or a walk around the wetland three times. Those college students who are paying attention to his movements ca n’t help but wonder. Xie Sangong broke his mind when he vomited blood overnight. This is called Ning Que. The guy returned to the college after a few days of serious illness, as if nothing had happened.

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

"Yeah." Ning Que replied: "It has been delayed for a few days. I have to hurry up."

Chu Youxian shook his head helplessly, looked at him like a lunatic, and said, "Did you not vomit enough?"

"Spit it out and get used to it."

Ning Que replied with a smile. After he said this, he felt a little startled, and felt how familiar these answers were, especially the last sentence he said, as if he had heard or seen it somewhere.

Walking up to the second floor, he did not rush to the bookshelf to find the thin book, but took a black towel gown, calmly walked to the east window, saluted respectfully to Professor nv beside the case, and said softly : "The student is back."

Professor nv slowly raised his head and looked at him and said, "Can the body still hold up?"

"Can hold it." Ning Que mō had mō's own chubby cheeks and said, "Mr. Laofan is worried, the students are not satisfied."

"I didn't worry about anything," Professor nv said with a smile. "It's just that I have copied the scroll for seven years on this floor. Although I am accustomed to quietness, there is a person who is quietly with me. It feels good."

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

Professor nv nodded with a smile and waved his hand.

Ning Que's hand turned around and left. He walked to the bookshelf and looked at it, and then chōu came out with the thin ǎo booklet. He was already familiar with the location of this booklet. Méng lived his eyes, and he could find it accurately, but it was a pity that he should not be familiar with the content that he should be familiar with.

With a slight sigh in his heart, he opened this book "Qihaixueshan preliminary exploration" and saw that the thin paper he sandwiched inside came out, knowing that he should have seen it before going downstairs last time. It ’s just that he knows that this kind of cleverness does n’t make any sense, because this book is always the first page for him.

Suddenly, his eyebrows frowned slightly, and he took the thin paper and looked out of the window with some doubt, and found a dense cloud of ink behind the paper, wondering where he wrote so many words last time?

Looking over the paper and looking to the back, I saw that the back of the paper was full of words written with flyheads. Although the person who left the words used the rules and subtlety of the tricks, they were quite as big as rice grains. Between ǎo's handwriting is actually a stroke of dàng lightly connected, and there is a lot of arrogance.

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

"Poor fellow, don't believe what sees mountains is not mountains ... Of course, the things that exist objectively are true, for example, the handwriting in this book is more real than my pride at this time."

"It's just that when the word" paper "is reflected in the chūn light outside the window, it is reflected in your eyes that you don't know is ǎo, and then you ... the chūn light reflected on the paper is already an explanation, you see it again It's a thing ... the objective truth of things is like a beautiful woman with a whole body ... and when you go to see her sèmímí, think about how beautiful she is, and want to go to her ... no matter if she is a Saint nv of the big river country Ye Yehong in the Xiling Temple ... "

The warm chūn wind was blowing in and out of the building, and the afternoon sun began to walk on the golden and ruddy road. The male insects bathed in the red glow began to scream loudly, flapping their wings and squeezing the airbag, Through the wings and sound of the wind, I show my strength and hope to the strange xìng. Occasionally, when the wind is stronger, the tweets in the forest will suddenly stop. In the ears of these strong male insects, the wind is probably like thunder. That sounds terrible.

Next to the bookshelf in the building ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ Ning Que stared at the words on the paper for a long time like a statue, and those drunk heads were like thunder bursts in his brain. Ming constantly.

A moment later he lifted the thin "Qihaixueshan preliminary exploration" with his slightly trembling fingers, his eyes moved away at a glance on the book paper, and the ōng bore began to resist the fluctuations, which was helped by the words on the paper Although he still couldn't know what was behind the mén, he finally knew where the mén was.

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(At this time, it should be on the plane at twelve o'clock? Yeah, my guy in the village has finally gone abroad. I hope to have the opportunity to visit Huo Village and other big cities ...)

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