Nightfall

After gradually calming down, Ning Que looked at the ink characters on the paper and started to daze, silently thinking who left these words on the paper? Who is answering questions for yourself? Who is helping yourself in secret? Why should he do this?

Quietly turning his head to look to the east window, the female professor still lowered her head quietly and traced the small wiper, did not notice him here, Ning Que looked at the plain figure of the professor, thinking about the reckless remarks on women on the back of the paper , Shook his head subconsciously, and such dirty language could not come from the hands of the female professor.

Could it be the old bookstore downstairs? Ning Que frowned and thought about this issue, and finally shook his head gently. Although the teaching was funny, he could see that he was a man of rules in his bones. If he wanted to direct himself, he would have to speak directly in person, and I will not choose to leave a book this way.

Thinking about it, I can't figure out who the man who left the book on the paper, rather looking out the window with confusion, listening to the cry of the male insects deep in the forest grass, and immediately laughed at himself, thinking of staying The man in the book is probably an old and unrefined lesson. If Situ Yilan and others see these words, they will jump up angrily.

The text in the left book combines the way of reading and the attitude towards women. Although it is vulgar and obscene, it is extremely simple and easy to understand. Otherwise, it would be impossible to realize that it is possible in such a short period of time. What he felt from it, in his view, the person who left the book deliberately used this method to unravel himself. It is the so-called self-polluting way to find the way. He could not help admiring this person to the extreme. The person who silently thought of the book must be Genius of monasticism.

Since it was determined that the person who left the book was a genius in the academy, Ning Que's attitude naturally became more serious. He picked up "Qi Hai Xue Shan Preliminary" and the thin paper and went to the end of the bookshelf. After warming up, he sat down and held his breath for a moment before restarting the book.

Chen Pipi obviously underestimated Ning Que ’s ability to comprehend this poor man. Even if he did not write the last two paragraphs, he did not use an extreme attitude towards women to explain. Only the previous few words about objective facts and understanding are confusing, Ning Que He can understand the true meaning he wants to express.

"Don't understand, don't think, be alone ... Is this what the Master Rune Master copied from the academy's original intention? Then what I need to do is to read these words instead of thinking about the meaning of these words."

Ning Que looked at the book of the devil and silently thought for a long time. These days he struggled with a lot of energy and kept collecting books. He is very aware of the impact of these words on his spiritual world. The book-watching method suggested by the scholar is worth trying.

I just saw a word or word that you clearly remembered, but you either have to think about it, and pretend you do n’t know the meaning of the word or word, not even pretend, but to make you really forget the word or word. The meaning, from any point of view, is extremely difficult.

There is a big locust tree outside the courtyard to spend your childhood and childhood. You saw this big locust tree today, but you have to say that you have not seen it. You have to pretend that you do n’t know it is a big village, and you have to forget it. It ’s the one who has been with you for countless years, witnessed your naughty and green, even the first love and first kiss ... Who can do this?

Ning Que did not open the thin book of the devil's head, staring blankly at the thin paper next to the book, but his thoughts floated out of the window and to other places, thinking hard about how to be able to forget words.

"To forget all the words you know ... how can you do it?"

The sunlight outside the west window shone on his tighter and tighter brows, and a faint luster appeared. Suddenly, the end of the brows was slightly picked, and a bright flash in Ning Que's eyes. At this moment, he remembered many years ago. Once in contact with the word written in calligraphy, I remembered the word he had written countless times with brushes and branches over the years.

The "yong" sect

For anyone who has received ordinary calligraphy, Yongzi is always the most familiar word. During the Eastern Jin Dynasty in that world, Mr. Wang Xizhi, the most powerful and powerful calligrapher in history, believed that the eight strokes of Yongzi had exactly the eight methods of slotting, as the so-called point is lateral, horizontal, horizontal, vertical, crocheting, connecting, and skimming. For peeping, short skiing for pecking, and punching for chan, this is the famous eight-character of Yongzi.

Ning Que's eyes are getting brighter and brighter. Once a Yong word is split and repeated, it can basically form any word in the world. Then I use the Yong word eight methods to split the word and look at it. Then if all the words can be recognized as Yong words?

He knows that this is not a wise method, this is not even a clever method, it is just a stupid method, and no one knows whether this method can be used, but at this time it is difficult for him to suppress his inner desires and impulses After a breath, he opened the first page of "First Exploration of Qihai Snow Mountain" without hesitation.

"Heaven and earth breathe, just for rest ...

Ning Que stared at the word today at the forefront of the first sentence of the book. To be more precise, he didn't have the whole word in his eyes, only the first stroke of the word Tian, ​​which was flat at the end. It seemed as if a sharp knife had been painted in the dark spiritual world, and with a hissing sound, a faint white light oozed out of that subtle gap.

Then a second stroke of thick ink appeared in his eyes, followed by an indifferent long skim, and finally a punch. The full and complete word on the book page appeared in his eyes and in his mind in this way of deconstruction, and could never constitute a complete meaning.

It is clearly a word in the eyes, but it only allows you to read the strokes, and does not allow you to combine in your mind. It sounds simple. It is extremely difficult to achieve this. It is definitely not something that ordinary people can do.

Fortunately, Ning lacked painstaking practice in calligraphy for nearly two decades. The calligrapher requested that every stroke be written first, and then the framework reorganized. Now he is forcibly cutting off the most important part in the back of his mind. The word began to play an important role, and he understood it as a part of the Yong character instead of a part of the sky!

Even for him, it is extremely difficult to do this kind of thing that takes falseness as real. At this time, he has concentrated all his spirits, his hands holding the book slightly trembling, and the back of the school robe has been poured out like pulp The sweat was wet, the eyelashes blinked in pain, and the lips were tightly squeezed, as if he had licked the nib for the first time in his childhood.

After the ink words on the book entered his eyes this time, he finally did not become blurred as countless times as before, and became a mass of ink stains, and then floated away from the paper and started to shake his mind, but it was extremely clear. Slowly presented in the field of vision, quietly tamed like leaves floating on the windless lake.

At this time, Ning Que had forgotten how he had tortured himself. He just looked at the strokes quietly, and looked at the rushing forward, as if he saw the lake under the breeze and the leaves. Slowly drift eastward, westward, or nearer to yourself.

There are no violent winds and waves, and there are no wolves on the rainstorm grassland of the spring breeze pavilion. His eyes are slightly hanging. He is sitting in the warm afternoon sun, sitting on the ground at the end of the bookshelf. Gradually slackened, his tight lips gradually relaxed, no fainting, no fainting, no vomiting, only calmness.

When the wind rises and stops, the wind is always gentle and graceful. The insects in the deep woods outside the building begin to sing joyously again, celebrating this happy spring day, celebrating the appearance of a new and interesting world in front of their eyes, wrapped in a gentle spring These songs floated into the window, rippling in the empty and quiet space of the old book building, and occasionally fell on the teenager, gently moving his clothes, and the front of the school robe trembling slightly, as if some invisible force was slowly flowing inside.

The traces on the front of the school gown did not flow coherently and smoothly, and each time between the chest and abdomen, it would quietly turn back, just like the spring breeze raised the water wave on the lake, pushing the leaves on the water to disperse around, and finally touched The stone wall on the lakeside turned back silently, after all, it was impossible to land or break the shore.

The female professor by the east window seemed to sense something at this time, her eyebrows slightly curled, she lifted her face, listened to the insects and spring breeze outside the window quietly, then turned her head to look at the teenager under the west window, Slightly smiled.

"It's for interest ..."

Ning Que saw the word of interest and suddenly lost her mind. Qiang subconsciously left the book. The entire word of interest came into the face with a complete structure and straight into the eyes. Frightened, a naughty shepherd boy threw a stone into the small lake, the water wave rose slightly, and the swaying leaves were chaotic and uneasy. He only felt a buzz in his mind and was sober.

Although he has had many times of experience, the word of interest still brought great shock to his spiritual world. He snorted, and his right hand protruded like a lightning bolt to the wooden floor, barely supporting the body and forcing it. Turning his head away, he dared not read any other word on the book, his face was extremely pale.

Despite this, his pale cheeks now had an uncontrollable smile, because he knew he had indeed seen the door ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ although this is not necessarily what the book leaver wanted The door opened for himself, but at least after he opened the door, he did not faint, and he had a faint feeling, if you continue to watch in this way, and regardless of whether you can glimpse the wonderful world of practice, but the opponent The way of calligraphy will definitely benefit barnyard.

Instead of standing up in a hurry, he continued to sit in the sun and closed his eyes and began to recall his previous feelings, trying to find the strokes deep in his mind, the leaves that dissipated on the lake.

I do n’t know how hot it was. He opened his eyes and smiled, stood up and walked to the case beside the west window, picked up the brush and a new paper there, and after a while, he began to give it to him. The writer left the letter.

In his reply, he first sincerely thanked the other party for his instructions, and then wrote his own solutions and doubts very frankly. Please ask the other party to comment on whether it is feasible. Finally, he solemnly asked: "When you think about the book , As a Buddha, seeing the leaves in the lake, which is the original intention of the Rune Master's strokes? I saw that the leaves in the lake drifted away from the traces and scattered, but there was an implicit rule to escape, if there was a wind in the chest and the air ...

"Then ... but mindfulness?"

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