Chapter 84: Spring is already thick, people are about to die, books are still the same

The course arranged by the academy on the second day was mathematics, but the atmosphere in today's bookstore was a little different from yesterday. The students next to the desk listened to the professor's lecture silently, but their thoughts had already floated to another place, to the old place. It was obvious that many people experienced the same situation as Ning Que yesterday, which on the contrary aroused the unwillingness and will to challenge these young students.

The scattered bell rang quietly, and the professor of mathematics brushed his sleeves and announced the end of get out of class. With a coaxing sound from the bookstore, all the students rushed out quickly and ran towards the wooden building deep in the academy. The professor saw too much about the performance of the new students entering the academy, but just smiled and shook his head, without saying anything.

Chu Youxian, who did not go to the old yesterday, heard his classmates talk about the magic of the building, and today he was also interested in finding out. He called Ning Que and rushed out. Ning Que seemed extremely peaceful today and was not in a hurry. After walking out of the bookstore, he did not rush to go to the old, but followed the stone path to the stove hall.

For lunch for two people, they added a chicken leg and ate three raw eggs. Ning Que slowly finished all the food in front of him, raised his head and looked at the empty stove, and touched his slightly bulging abdomen with satisfaction.

After walking out of the stove and stepping on the quiet stone path surrounding the reeds of the wetland, he still did not rush to get to the old, but walked slowly around the wetland and lakeside for three times until he confirmed that the food in his belly had been digested and turned into the calories needed by the body. He squatted on the lakeside and washed his hands carefully before he calmly walked towards the old direction.

He had no potential for cultivation, but he had enough experience in fighting. Facing the mysterious books in the old place, he decided to fight and ruthlessly cut off the mountain blocking his body little by little, so he had to regulate his body and spirit to the best state.

"Give it! Give it! It's not boiling water! It's a living person!"

Listening to a burst of rapid shouts in the old days, the four deacons in college robes ran out quickly with a fainting student. There was no expression on their faces, but the shouting was very interesting. There were probably too many fainting students in the past two days, and they had to think of some tricks to eliminate this boring repetition.

At least a dozen fainting students were lying outside the old days. The academy had already prepared this situation. A teacher who was specifically responsible for this matter took medicines such as Xingshen Decoction and Jiyuan Pills to treat them.

Ning Que looked at the scene and couldn't help but smile bitterly and shook his head.

Walking up the stairs, between the bookshelf in the empty building, he found that the number of students studying hard was smaller than yesterday, but most of them were carried out, rather than fearing difficulties and not climbing the tower - no incompetent people who could get into the academy were willing to give up the next day? Just looking at the pale faces of the young students, shaking their drunken bodies, I am afraid that no one can support them for too long.

The dull sound of impact sounded from time to time, like the ripe fruits on the branches of autumn falling on the mud. The students next to the bookshelf kept falling down, twitching and fainting, or foaming at the sky without any spirit, which was very miserable.

Ning Que was holding the same book "A First Discovery of the Snow Mountains and the Sea of ​​Qi". He took his eyes away from those classmates who were unfortunately fainting. Wu Dong paid attention to other people's affairs, took a deep breath, and opened the pages with a serious expression.

"There is breathing in heaven and earth, which is breathing..."

The difficult climbing of the book mountain had to start from the first step, because he only remembered that he was holding the book before he fell into a coma yesterday, but he couldn't remember what he had read or where he saw it - he had predicted in advance how helpless repetition the future reading process would be, and he would have to start from the first sentence every time he started.

The handwriting on the book became blurred again without any surprise. The balls of ink stains were like ink drops falling into the clear water jar, quickly dissipating. Ning Que was unmoved and continued to read down quickly.

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

The blurred handwriting floated off the paper again and began to buzz and vibrate in his mind. Ning Que felt that the vibrations were not even like paddlings, but more like the cold wind on the grassland. He felt that he was fighting against countless fierce horse thieves.

He took a deep breath and forced his head to rest for a while. Because the head-raising movement was too firm and tough, the neck muscles were a little painful. In order to relieve the annoyance between his chest and abdomen at this time, he suppressed the infinite temptation of the thin book in his hand, looked at the spring forest outside the window, and looked at the other classmates next to the bookshelf.

A small figure leaned against the bookshelf and fell weakly. It was Wang Ying in Linchuan. Then Ning Que noticed that in the deepest part of the bookshelf, Xie Chengyun was sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes slightly lowered and quietly looked at the book on his knees. Although his eyes were bright and still, his face was extremely pale and terrible.

"We are all trying to climb." Ning Que said silently, infected by the young, stubborn and unwilling to surrender to his classmates in the building. He smiled and turned his eyes back to 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..."

The ink ball floated again, vibrating and shaking. He suddenly couldn't hear the buzzing sound in his mind. He felt as if he was standing in the streets and alleys of Chunfeng Pavilion. There was no small tree beside him, but only endless rain fell from the sky, hitting his face and clothes, and suddenly felt an extreme wet and coldness.

Then he fainted again.

On the afternoon of the third day, the old outside.

"Give it, let it go, not boiling water, but living people!"

Four deacons in college robes walked out of the old with the fainting Ning Que and threw him to the doctor on standby outside the building, and then someone carried him into the carriage.

Twenty-seven people were unconscious in the building today.

On the afternoon of the fourth day, the old outside.

"Transfer, let go, it's really not boiling water, it's such a living person!"

The four deacons in college robes walked out of the old man with the fainting Ning Que, threw him to the doctor who was on standby outside the building, wiped the sweat beads on his forehead and whispered a few words.

Nine people were unconscious in the building today.

On the afternoon of the fifth day, the old outside.

"Ranger, it's still the living person who is boiling water!"

They were still the four deacons in college robes, carrying the fainting Ning Que slowly out of the old, shouting weakly. The doctor who was on standby outside the building looked at the familiar face and couldn't help but sigh.

Four people were unconscious in the building today.

On the afternoon of the sixth day, the old outside.

"Give up."

Four deacons in college robes spoke two words in a very concise way, and then threw someone into the shade of the tree outside the building.

As spring became stronger and the temperature was getting higher, the academy students did not make any progress in the challenge of the old, and gradually suffered miserable defeat. In the days that followed, due to the unforgettable experience, most students had confirmed that the books in the old were completely unable to cope with them, and fewer and fewer people went to the second floor.

After Ning Que left the bell every day, he still insisted on going to the stove to have a big meal, taking three walks beside the wetland, and then continued to climb the stairs, climbing the stairs again and again, fainting again and again, and was carried away again and again. He was not discouraged at all, nor gave up, but his face became paler, his cheeks became thinner and thinner, and his steps became more and more empty when he climbed the stairs.

Seeing him going up to a high building, he was carried out of the building, without any surprises,

On the afternoon of that day, Ning Que ate two large plates of mushroom chicken rice, and then ate two steamed buns with a plate of red oil shredded rice, washed his hands next to the wetland, and came to the old outside again.

Nowadays, the students of the academy no longer remember that Ning Que had won the third-level A when he was admitted to the hospital. They only knew that this young man was the most famous madman in Class C. When he appeared at the old door, all the students who were reading books or taking notes that could not be taken away by the window raised their heads at the same time, looking at his figure and began to talk.

"Is this guy crazy?"

"How long will he stay upstairs today?"

"Half an hour?"

"I think it's so hard. At most, a cup of tea will be lifted down."

"I'm more curious. Who will go downstairs first today, he or Mr. Xie?"

"Mr. Xie San has the potential to practice. What does this guy have?"

"Why did he work so hard?"

"I think it's because he wants to compete with Mr. Xie San, otherwise why would he fight so hard?"

Ning Que didn't hear these low-pitched comments at all. He looked at the stairs in front of him, grabbed his slightly trembling right wrist with his left hand, forcibly suppressed the strong desire to take back his steps, took a deep breath and continued to move upwards. Only he himself knew that every day this stairs would appear steeper, longer and more difficult than yesterday.

Looking at his back as he walked upstairs with difficulty and his pale face, the eyes of the students downstairs became more and more complicated. Many people suspected his desperate purpose or disdained his obsession, but no matter who was, they had to admire the will and perseverance he showed.

Going up the floor, Ning Que gently wiped off a few beads of sweat from his forehead, walked silently to the bookshelf where he stood fixedly every day, and pulled out the thin book that he had read for many days but still couldn't remember anything.

There was a silence between the empty floors, and besides him, there was only one student who could persist: Xie Chengyun sat cross-legged at the end of the bookshelf, his face pale as new paper without ink, and the same book was placed on his knees.

Ning Que knew that the third young master Xie was there. Since the other party could enter the art department, he must have the potential to practice. So he was not surprised that the other party could last for so long. But he had no idea what kind of discussion would arise in the academy when only he and Xie Chengyun were left on the old second floor.

In the eyes of many students and even teachers, Ning Que and Xie Chengyun took on the test again after being admitted to the hospital. No one was willing to give up before the other party, so they came to support each other every day.

Ning Que didn't know this kind of discussion, and didn't know whether Xie Chengyun came here every day because of this kind of competing thought. Even if he knew these discussions, he wouldn't care at all, because only he knew in his heart why he came here every day, even if it was futile and extremely painful, he still wanted to come here.
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