Ning Que stood under the stairs and scratched his head, recalling the rules mentioned by the old teacher before, as if there was no such thing as prohibiting students from going up the second floor. While hesitating, someone walked around him and walked up the stairs. He felt relieved as he put the Wang Xinglong Kai in the book basket next to the pillar, picked up the front panel of the school robe and climbed up the steps.

The old second floor was quieter than the one below, but the bookshelf and book collection were much less, and the vision became wider. When he walked upstairs, he found that there were already many people upstairs, each carrying books and reading them in front of the bookshelf. Some were smirking, while others were muttering and were very excited.

Most of the books such as classics and history are on the first floor, and the books on the bookshelf on the second floor are more martial arts and practice parts. The teacher before entering the building had already said that he could not help reading, but suddenly found a treasure mountain suddenly appeared in front of him. Without saying hello, there was no sign of thunder. Ning Que still felt that this was like an unreal dream. He stood in the bookshelf, silent for a long time before gradually digesting the shock in his heart.

"Li Zhitang's Talk about Buddha", "The Verification Relationship between Mind Power and Handprints", "A Brief Description of the Five Realms of Practice", "Remembering the Years of Xiling", "Dongxuan Sutra", "Nanhua Collection", "Summary of Sword Art Schools in Southern Jin", "A Dictionary of Appreciation of All Methods"...

He walked in front of the bookshelf, his eyes falling on the dense spine of the book. The shock had already turned into a loss of confusion, and his hands in his sleeves were trembling slightly. He didn't have to pull out these books to read, he could guess the contents in them by just reading the titles.

That year, he saved up a long time of money and followed the Weicheng grain-lossing team to Kaiping Market. While looking for a doctor for Sangsang, he searched for all the bookstores of Kaiping Market like a stinky dog. Finally, he found a book called "The Supreme Inspiration" and then he turned over for many years until it finally turned into a handful of ashes in a copper basin.

That year, he killed seventeen horse thieves on Shubi Lake and saved the firewood team in Weicheng. The general asked him: What do you want? The military and civilians in Weicheng can raise money to find a red husband to deflower you. He held the book in his hand that was read thinly and thickly and replied: I want to learn to practice, but the general is speechless.

The practitioner next to Minshan said you can't do it. The officer who was assessing the military department shook his head. Old man Lu Qingchen sighed. The teacher of the Academy's Arts Department patted him on the shoulder yesterday. He knew that there was a world in front of him, but he couldn't walk in. He told Sangsang that it was okay. He could also create a world with his own sword and arrow, but this was really a problem, because he was unwilling to see the shadows of that world appear in front of him, but he didn't know what scenery there was.

Until he walked into the academy, followed the stairs and went up the floor, and saw these dense books. He knew that it might be difficult for him to change his physical condition through these books, but at least he could take a look at what the world looked like. In the past sixteen years, he struggled with the book "The Supreme Inspiration" and was like a poor child holding the last potato. Today he finally saw a large sea-like rice field. Even though the rice fields were still not his, he was really excited, and even his eyes became hot and wet.

"Sangsang..."

He stretched out his slightly trembling fingers to stroke the spine and recited silently, at this moment, he only wanted to share his mood with her at this moment. Perhaps only she could understand his mood at this moment in this world.

The bookshelf are full of practice books, and he has already determined his goals. Books like "Remembrance of the Years of Xiling" are of course not the books he is eager to read now, and materials like "Summary of the Sword Art School of Southern Jin" are not something he is qualified to study now. He is not a person with ambition. He is very clear that he can only start from the most basic things, such as the book "A Brief Exploration of the Snow Mountains and the Sea of ​​Qi" in front of his finger.

Just as he pulled out the extremely thin book, a muffled sound suddenly sounded somewhere in the building. The students next to the bookshelf looked away and saw a student falling to the ground for some reason, his face pale like white snow, his body twitching constantly, and white foam kept gushing out of the corners of his mouth, looking extremely terrifying.

Four people wearing light-colored robes of the academy emerged from somewhere and walked to the fainting student, catching hands and catching feet, exerting force at the same time tacitly, lifting the poor student up like a chicken, and then quickly ran to the stairs, with skillful movements as if they had practiced countless times.

The students next to the bookshelf looked at each other, remembering the smiling warning of the teacher before entering the old age, and felt a sense of unreasonable throbbing. However, no one left, on the contrary, more and more students came up from downstairs.

All the students are young talents from all over the world. Like Ning Que, they are extremely curious about that mysterious world, and have a strong sense of confidence that they should be able to enter that world, so they continue to silently bow their heads, take out the books on the bookshelf and read silently, pretending not to know anything.

Another heavy sound of heavy objects falling into the ground, another young student fainted on the ground with a pale face. Ning Que looked at the man who was quickly carried away silently, and his mood became heavier and hesitant. But in the end, like the rest of his classmates, he could not resist the temptation of the new world and turned his heart to open the thin book in his hand.

The first sentence of "A First Exploration of the Snow Mountains and Qi Sea" is: "There is breathing in heaven and earth, which is breathing..."

Ning Que looked down nervously and focusedly along the handwritten ink marks. Suddenly, he found that the handwriting in his eyes became blurred, as if someone had put a piece of frosted glass between his eyes. He knew that this was probably what the teacher warned outside the building, so he bit his tongue and forced himself to wake up and continue reading.

"Man is the spirit of all things, so he can understand the way of nature. The will is the power of thought."

As he read, the handwriting on the book became blurry and gradually became a ball of ink stain. He squinted his eyes desperately, trying to make the words in his eyes clearer. Because he was too focused, his eyebrows began to hurt a little, and the blurry handwriting gradually drifted away from the paper!

"The power of human thoughts comes from the brain, gathers between the snow-capped mountains and the sea of ​​qi, condenses into frost, dew, and water, travels through the orifices and scatters outside the body, and feels in the breath of heaven and earth around the body..."

One by one, blurred ink marks floated away from the yellow paper, entered his eyes, and entered his mind, and became wave after wave of impact, like a long oar exploring the sea water beside a seaboat, constantly stirring and stirring his brain. Ning Que did not feel pain, but found that his body began to shake with this stir, his eyes became blurry, and his chest felt depressed and vomited, as if he was seasick!

He groaned, forced himself to close the book in his hand, and gasped for a few times in a very rapid manner. Finally, he got rid of the mysterious and dizzy world, took a few deep breaths, and gradually returned to calm.

There were a few places by the window by the building, and there was a middle-aged woman wearing a professor's robe sitting. No matter how many students fell from the building, she seemed to be unaware of anything, and just focused on drawing her small calligraphy on the desk. However, after hearing the sound of closing the book, she frowned slightly and raised her head, looking at Ning Que, her eyes flashed with a strange color.

This female professor has been studying in the old Qing Dynasty for more than 20 years. She has seen many new students who have entered the academy and lost their minds until she finally found it difficult to bear the mental impact of He and fainted. However, it is extremely rare for Ning Que to start reading books but can control his mind and close the book again with his strong willpower.

Ning Que didn't know that he had attracted the attention of the female professor. At this time, he was fully focused on the thin book in his hand. When he finished his breathing, he felt that his mental strength had returned to normal. He opened the cover of the thin book again without hesitation and continued to look down.

He saw the word "微有", so he continued from the word "微有". However, this time when his eyes just fell on the word "微有", he suddenly felt the two ink words floating in, directly swept into his mind, stirring up an extremely turbulent wave, and a loud wave of waves like mountains came over with a bang!

The hands and books in his eyes disappeared. He stared at the bookshelf in his sight gradually sinking, and the bookshelf densely displayed in one place accelerated their decline. Finally, he saw the snow-white roof, and then there was a darkness, the deepest darkness at the bottom of the sea.

A carriage was parked at the door of Lao Bizhai, Linsui Qi Lane, and the curtain was raised. Ning Que walked out of the carriage with a slight step. He bowed to the coachman and the academy deacon in the carriage, and said sincerely: "Thank you."

The carriage drove away, Ning Que took a deep breath, rubbed his still pale cheeks, walked into the shop, looked at Sangsang who threw away the rag in his hand, looked at him with hope and curiosity, and said with a forced smile: "The academy... is really the best place in the world, but it is also the worst place.

He fainted in the old place before, and he didn't wake up until the carriage was about to enter the Suzaku Gate. He didn't remember how he fainted at all. What made him even more frightened and lost was that he even forgot what the book he read before he was unconscious. No matter how hard he thought about it, even the memory of the star dots did not exist in his mind.

"But I must warn you that the mysterious books you are curious about cannot be remembered, but can only be understood. As for the principles in it, I still cannot explain it. Human power is sometimes poor. If you have no potential for cultivation, but have to force yourself into the book, it will lead to some very bad results."

He finally understood the true meaning of the warning that the academy teacher had in the past, and even vaguely guessed that the practice books on the bookshelf should have been written with some kind of talisman technique.

"There were many books on practice in the old days, and I was thinking at the time that you should be there."

Ning Que looked at Sangsang, remembering the scene when he was holding a weak little girl like a little mouse, running around at the Linping Market Book Stall many years ago, and whispered: "But it seems like a very troublesome to understand those books. I feel like a mountain is blocking my face."

"Young master, can't you go around?" Sangsang asked with concern with his little face tilted and frowned.

Ning Que shook his head, looked at her quietly and asked, "We have discussed before, what if a mountain can't get around?"

Sangsang nodded vigorously and said, "Splitting the mountain."
Chapter completed!