Nightfall

In the view of the southern gate of Haotian in deep spring, the trees and flowers are beautiful, and in the depths of the lonely palace, Li Qingshan, the master of the Tang Dynasty, was silent for a long time, and then he met the dirty old Taoist opposite: "Brother, I always think you have some problems with this method. "

"What's the problem?" Master Yan Se looked at the teacup in the case, thinking about the teacup in the pavilion that day.

Li Qingshan said: "Ning Que even has great potential, but after all, he has just come into contact with Fu Dao, just like a piece of white paper painted by anyone, and those Fu Dao's exquisite inheritance of knowledge is the brother's life-long comprehension. As for the dozens This rune classic is all the essence that I have accumulated in the south gate for hundreds of years. Now that you have thrown away all your old brains, you do n’t listen, just like pouring a pot of ink on the white paper , In the end, only a piece of black paper filled with ink smells, and no beautiful picture can be seen. "

Master Yan Se was silent.

Li Qingshan said helplessly: "Ning Que is now a small teapot with an empty belly, and a small mouth has just been opened. Brother, you will force a piece of Wangyang into it. If he can't hold it, he will crack the pot and die, don't you do not worry?"

"If you let Ning Que know that you use a teapot to describe him, maybe you don't need to pour any knowledge and weep, he will be directly exploded into pieces."

Master Yan Se smiled, then looked at Li Qingshan with a solemn expression, and said slowly: "Ning Que is white paper, but the largest piece of white paper I have ever seen, painting on such white paper, whether it is you or me , I have no experience and I am not sure. I can only throw this pot of ink over and let him toss and go. Since it is impossible to paint with a bald pen, let this white paper do the painting by myself. As for what can be drawn in the end Come, after all, it depends on his perception and perseverance. "

"As for the teapot Nazabiha ... I admit that the essence of my life-long understanding and the accumulation of the South Gate for hundreds of years, into such a short time into Ning Que's brain, may indeed embarrass him, but you It must also be admitted that although this method is simple and crude, it is the fastest and most effective method. As long as his small teapot is not broken, there will be a day when the tea will swell. "

"But this is also the most dangerous and unreliable method."

Li Qingshan frowned at Master Yan Se and said, "What if this white paper is too late to be stuck on the floor with ink? If this little teapot is too late to force tea from its mouth, the pleasant tea will crack. What should I do with countless pieces? Ningque is not just your heir. He is a student of the Master in the second floor of the academy. He is also a young man with high hopes from His Majesty. I do n’t understand why he behaves like this on him. Urgently, there are obviously more conservative and reliable methods. "

"Because he is anxious, I am also anxious, and the world seems to be anxious."

Master Yan Se looked up to the sky outside the south gate of the temple and said slowly: "Become a magician in ten years. My student's ambition is not limited to this, and my ambition is not limited to this. Since the world has begun to turmoil, I think it ’s hard to leave Ning Que with a safe and conservative environment. The most important thing is that I have n’t run out of time recently. ”

After saying this, Master Yan Se coughed twice.

After seeing Master Yan Se silent for a long time, Li Qingshan sentimentally said, "It turns out so."

Master Yan Se smiled, and some difficulties stood up from the floor, and walked out of the palace with the help of a middle-aged charming Taoist aunt.

Li Qingshan looked at the old man ’s back, and suddenly said, "Senior brother, you should stop playing around in these days. You will talk with me in Guanguan, and you have been in the same game for decades. Got down. "

Master Yan Se did not look back, waved his hand with a smile, and said in a small voice: "You are not a young and beautiful girl. It is too boring to talk to you to play chess. Rest assured, I will definitely come back to see you on the day of death. Your last side. "

Li Qingshan withdrew his gaze and looked at the small teapot with hot mist spraying from the spout on the stove next to the table. He was silent. I thought, brother, since you are determined to make a tea-fired stove, then I must also try to help the little guy. .

After leaving the south gate of Haotiandao, Master Yan Se went directly to the small courtyard that he was most familiar with.

Shui Zhu'er girl was counting the silver tickets with her maidservant. These days, they sold the chicken soup stick's rubbings, they made a fortune, and suddenly heard the door ringing, and saw the dirty old man standing at the door of the courtyard. Surprise got up.

In the past, she just thought that the Dao Ye was lascivious and generous, so she patiently entertained her. Now she already knows the true identity of the other party, and she dare to pretend to be Jiao Naqiao, hurriedly greeted her as quickly as possible.

"Dao Dao is here."

Shui Zhu'er girl squatted for a long time, and she was extremely respectful. She thought she should be more enthusiastic, just thinking that the Dao Ye is the legendary first-class figure, it was really tense and choking.

Master Yan Se laughed twice, stretched out her hand and twisted it on her plump waist, and said, "I don't have to be so nervous to know the identity of Dao Ye. After all, I still have to pay for it, so I should please you. "

Shui Zhu'er snuggled into his arms and said shyly: "Dao Dao came to tease others again, thinking about Dao Xian Yun Ye He, the fairy always stays in the world for too long, I'm afraid I won't see him again in the future. Come here. "

Master Yan Se said angrily: "The taste of the fat powder here is better than that of the ink on the fu paper. Why can't I afford it?"

Without going a few steps in front of the mountain cliff, I saw a cliff cave about tens of meters high. There were birds flying in and out above the cave entrance. On the gentle **** of the outer edge of the cave cave, a two-story wooden structure was built. Small building. The surface of the small building is full of wind and rain mottled traces and traces of bird's excrement. I don't know how many years have stood silent under this cliff.

There was still a certain distance from the small building. Ning Que smelled a familiar smell. His face was pale and asked: ‘Did you smell it here? "

Chen Youpi sniffed his nose and said, "What does it smell like?"

"You haven't smelled such a strong smell?" Ning Que stared at his eyes and said with a trembling voice: "Huangzhou bud paper and the smell of ink, I want to vomit now because of these smells, why do you want to bring I'm here? "

Chen Pipi knew that there must be paper and ink beside the old scholar in the building, but he did not smell the paper and ink smell of Ling Ningqian's pale and vomiting. He reached out and grabbed the fish before his nose. Fu Dao was as crazy as a demon, and was so sensitive to this point.

Ning Que raised his sleeves and covered his nose, followed him to the wooden building. The closer to the wooden building, the stronger the smell of the paper and ink, and he became more and more uncomfortable. Recently, these days, he has been grinding ink to watch the paper every night. In one stroke, there was a sense of fear and disgust in this subconscious mind.

There is an open-air stone platform under the wooden building. On the platform is a huge desk with books stacked on the table.

Behind the Rushan scroll, there is an old scholar with gray hair. The old scholar held a roll of old books in his left hand and a semi-bald brush in his right hand. He saw two words from time to time on the old book, raised the pen to write numbers on the paper, and then continued reading, but I wonder what I saw. The beauty is that the long eyebrows flew in the wind, and the facial expression was so beautiful that it seemed to dance.

This old gentleman reads and reads books with great ambitions, no matter whether it is the flock of birds flying above the cliff cave, or the gradually approaching Chen Pipi and Ning Que, they have no effect on him, as if he As soon as you start the night, the whole world except books disappears instantly.

"Miaozai! Miaozai!"

The old scholar found another wonderful place in the scroll, copied the sentences on the paper with the fastest degree, and then licked the semi-bald brush into his lips and licked it, as if he had the most wonderful taste in the world. Dance with joy.

Ning Que looked at the old scholar, looked back at Chen Pipi, and said, "He is indeed reading, but let me watch him read, how will it help me practice the Taoist Tao?"

"Brother once once told us that many years ago, the Confucius found that this old gentleman actually had great spiritual potential, but he was directly rejected by this old gentleman."

Chen Pipi looked at the old man at the back of the desk who was madly reading and copying books, but shrugged and said: "Because in this old gentleman's view, only reading is a meaningful thing in the world, and what is practice is really too delay. time."

"This old gentleman would do nothing but disdain anything except reading, and even the master could not take him. And his temper was very irritable, and he would be very unhappy as long as someone interrupted him to study. After a long time, no one ignored him in Houshan, and even the best fat master was too lazy to deal with this person. "

Ning Que looked at the old gentleman behind Rushan's book, and said sympathetically: "This is probably a detour?"

"You are too polite." Chen Pipi shook his head and said, "After the old gentleman refused the Master's request to take him to the sidewalk, the second senior brother once made a comment: This person has become a fool."

Ning Que smiled, but the smile stiffened in his face instantly, looking back at Chen Pipi and hesitantly asked, "Slow down ... You specially took me to see this old gentleman who read and read stupidly today. Is it because of this example? Tell me, I ’m crazy about studying Fu Dao these days. Will it eventually become such a fool if I continue this way? "

"It's just the opposite." Chen Pi led him to the stone platform and said, "Although we all hate this old gentleman, sometimes I admire this old gentleman too. I'll take you to see him just to tell me You, you think you can be proud of your perseverance and hard work. In fact, many people in this world can do it, and it is better than you do. "

Ning Que was a little unclear. As he walked up to the stone platform, he suddenly thought of a thing and asked: "Apart from this old gentleman, are there more seniors in the mountains behind the college? Do we have teachers? uncle?"

"There was a small uncle before, I heard that it is the most fierce and first-class person in the world."

Chen Pipi turned around and said, "It's a pity that only Master and Brother II have seen it."

On the stone platform, Chen Pipi paid a tribute to the old gentleman behind the Rushan scroll and smiled and said, "Student, I haven't seen you for a long time."

Ning Que followed him with a salute behind him, listening to the name of the reader, he couldn't help but feel that some good readers were unheard of, as if he hadn't even seen them come to him.

Chen Pipi said loudly again: "Student! Long time no see!"

His voice passed from the side of the building into the cliff cave, and after several echoes, it appeared to be extremely clear and loud. The birds above the cliff cave that were busy building nests or other housework were flying in a sky. Jianwu Scholars have just woke up and suddenly looked up at the two people who did n’t know when they were in front of the desk. Suddenly, the expression suddenly tightened, and there was a look of disgust in their eyes. What! Go and go! Do n’t bother me reading again! "

Chen Pipi glanced at Ning Que and shrugged, then said to the reader with a smile, "I'll show you younger brother."

"What's so beautiful? Your little teacher is not a book!"

The reader stretched out his hand and wiped the gray head with the floating Su on his face, and looked at Chen Pipi and said angrily: "Last time, you said that the academy was going to take a younger brother. An elder had to be present to show solemnity. All night, why did you come here again this little teacher? Do you want to trick me to stay on the top of the mountain all night? "

"Cang heaven! Earth!" The reading person looked at Chen Pipi like killing his father and enemies. His expression was extremely disgusting and his eyes were extremely grudge. He shouted, "Do you know how many books I want to read in one night?"

Chen Pipi shouted angrily: "You brought seven books to the top of the mountain that day, isn't it enough for you to read?"

"No lights on the top of the mountain!"

"The starlight on the top of the mountain is brighter than the lights!"

"Studies like this are either daylight or light, where can starlight be used!"

"Why can't Starlight work?"

"No feeling!"

"Are you reading a book or feeling?"

"Fool! Of course, reading must be a joy to read!"

"Idiot! Feeling in love under the stars, why didn't you feel like studying?"

The two sprayed and spit each other at the desk and shouted at each other. Ning Que was already stupid already at this side. At this time, he believed that this reader was really the kind of person who read his head in a devious way, and only believed that the brothers in the backyard of the college This person did not respect him.

The popular face of the book was flushed, his chest kept rising and falling, he was old and weak, and the quarrel was obviously not the opponent of Chen Pipi, and he quickly reacted. Chen Pipi made a special trip to find himself to quarrel today, the purpose is very obvious, In order to distract himself from reading, how can he make Chen Pipi so sinister to succeed?

"I won't talk to you anymore!" The reader said sadly: "How can you finish reading so many books in a hurry? Do you know what you are doing? You are murdering my life and ruining my life!"

After finishing this sentence, the reader no longer ignored Chen Pipi's verbal attacks and bowed his head to concentrate on reading and copying.

Ning Que looked at the dense books on the bookshelves in the building, frowning slightly, and said: "Although there are many books here, but if you concentrate on reading, how can you finish it in a few years, even if you add the old books in the college. As for making him so painful. "

Listening to this, Chen Pipi shook his head with a wry smile and led him to the cave.

The cliff cave is strangely kept dry. There are a few mountain rocks at the top of the cave that reveal the sky, so it does not appear dark. There are even some unknown trees in the cave, and the birds travel around the treetops. tweet.

Ning Que's eyes looked in the hole, and then fell on the cliff, his body suddenly stiff, and he could no longer speak.

There are many wooden shelves on the cliff side, which looks like a bookshelf magnified many times.

There are no bird nests, no treasures, no statues, no potted plants on these wooden stands, only one thing.

That is the book.

Countless books.

A whole book on the cliff side.

A book full of mountains.

"Since the establishment of the academy, it has never stopped collecting books. After thousands of years, I don't know how many books have been collected. From the ancient times to the new texts of Japan, all are placed here, so the pain of the readers is actually really painful."

Chen Pipi glanced at Ning Que and looked at the densely packed books on the cliff to a height of tens of meters. He said with emotion: "If knowledge can be calculated by the number of books, then at least seven of the world's very knowledge is in the academy. . "

Ning Que's eyes seemed to be like a piece of Mohai standing on a mountain trail in Ning Que's eyes. The pressure on him was hard for him to breathe. After a long time, he barely woke up. Follow the steep cableway at the edge of the cave to Buchao to the third floor of the bookcase on the cliff, and follow the wooden board that only one person can pass through for more than ten meters. Ning Que stopped and looked back at the near The dense and close books close to me gradually developed a strong doubt in my mind. If these books have been collected since thousands of years ago, why is it only a slight yellowing after a long time, but it has not been weathered, and the more strange is why these open air There is not much dust on the books?

Chen Pipi probably guessed his doubts and said with a smile: "When you reach a certain level, you probably know that dusting is actually very simple. You only need to lift your finger gently, and the wind in the cliff will do all this for you. jobs."

Ning Que suddenly realized, and suddenly thought that if Sang Sang could practice, wouldn't she do housework a lot easier? While thinking about it ... he pulled out the book at random, and now the cover is written with the four characters of the two Beijing miscellaneous notes, thinking that it is probably the writer's notes, and turning it over, but unexpectedly such as white buttocks, pumping, tongue out, and new recordings The words of the category rushed into the eyes, and the expression was slightly stiff.

He asked in surprise: "Accepted even books?"

Chen Pipi replied: "The Master said that unwinding is beneficial, where can you decide whether to use the subject matter to be good or bad? Can it be seen? "

Ning Que looked at the solemn look on his fat face, but couldn't help but admire it, sincerely asked: "So what are you looking at?"

"I?" Chen Pipi waved the pomelo and said calmly: "I'm not enough, I'm still at the stage of seeing mountains as mountains. Books are naturally books. This kind of thing doesn't need to be forced."

Ning Que looked at him and sighed, saying more.

The books on the whole cliff face, the books that look endless in the mountains and the wild, for a person who loves reading and even regards reading as the only thing in life, it is undoubtedly a great treasure, but it is also a great sorrow, because It is impossible to complete the endless book after all.

Walking out of the cliff, and then looking at the old scholar behind the desk who was holding the scroll and transcribed from time to time, sorrow, sorrow, and joy from time to time, Ning Que now found himself somewhat aware of why he behaved so extreme, so anxious.

Walking to the desk, Ning Que paid a deep salute to the old reader, and sincerely asked: "This uncle, what if the book can't be read all the time? What would you do? Don't you feel hopeless? Why do you keep on going? Read on? "

He did n’t call the scholar directly like Chen Pipi, but called him Uncle Shi, because the other party had entered the mountain early, and because Ning Que was inexplicable to such a person who has the perseverance to do one thing to the extreme. Respect.

Perhaps it was because of the sincerity in Ning Que's tone, or perhaps that he was aware of the similarities between Ning Que and himself in some respects. This time the old scholar did not wave him away impatiently this time, but slowly. Put down the book in his hand.

The reader looked at Ning Que and recalled: "I forgot how old I was when I started studying in the mountains, but I remember that when I was twenty, I thought I might have read all the books in the world."

Ning Que listened in silence.

The reader said: "But when I was fifty years old, I realized that this is impossible. Because in the process of my non-stop reading, there are people in the world who are constantly writing books, and because of their old age. Weakness, my reading degree is getting slower and slower, and what is more terrifying is that many books I have read in my childhood are forgotten. "

He looked at Ning Que's eyes and smiled faintly: "If you have forgotten all the books you have read, then why are you so embarrassed to say you have read them? So I had to pick up those books that I had forgotten to start reading again, In order not to forget too fast, I started excerpting. "

Ning Zheng asked: "But wouldn't it be slower?"

"Not bad."

The reader sighed and said, "So I have known for a long time that it is impossible for me to read all the books in this world in my life, and even I can't even finish reading the books in the college."

Ning Que frowned slightly and asked, "Aren't you disappointed?"

"Not only disappointed, but completely desperate."

The reader shook his head and said, "The day when I confirmed that I couldn't finish the book collection, I felt that the whole world had collapsed. I didn't want to eat or sleep, and even ... I didn't even want to read the book."

A person who does n’t want to do anything but read books does not even want to read a book. I can imagine how much spiritual shock this old scholar suffered on that day. Ning Que naturally thought of his mental state in the past few days. After a moment of silence, he sincerely asked: "Uncle Master, how did you pass that barrier?"

"Because I asked myself a question."

The reader said, "What do you like about reading or do you finish reading all the books?"

"I didn't think about it for too long, and I got the answer. After all, I still like to read this thing. I am one hundred and two years old this year. Maybe I will close my eyes and wake up any day afterwards, But I can never be sure that I will die that day. Since that is the case, as long as I keep reading, what can I do if I ca n’t finish reading? I can still comfort myself, because I confirm that every minute before death, I They are all doing what they want, they are all happy and content. "

"Do you like to practice this matter, or do you want to kill someone after practicing to a certain level?"

"I need to think about this issue carefully."

Walking on the mountain road behind the academy, recalling the previous conversation with the old scholar outside the cliff cave, Ning Que secretly understood some very important things, listening to the sound of music from Yaping somewhere, Suddenly he stopped.

Chen Pipi, who has been silent for a long time, looked at him and asked, "Do you want to understand?"

"To understand, I still like to practice this thing after all."

Ning Que listened to the melodious song ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ thinking about these things in the back hill of the college these days.

Two brothers who are obsessed with chess, starving and sleepy Panasonic, two brothers who are obsessed with nothing outside the body of Qin Xiao, and eleven brothers who are full of Huihua like a lunatic but quiet and calm. The uncle of the teacher.

He also remembered himself who was thrilled to roll after archery in the Minshan forest. He was screaming and joyful after he started to stab at the edge of Weicheng. Last year, he watched the stars and smiled at the old window at the west window of the pillow The stiff self beside ...

"Everyone will encounter a lot of problems. To solve these problems, you must concentrate on it. You need the craziest instinct, but this idiot is not the weight that the mountain is pressing on your shoulders. It ’s the joys most desired in your heart. "

Ning Que looked at the backyard of the beautiful college and said, "I used to be obsessed, but these days I forget that the essence of infatuation is like. There is no false hope, and naturally there is no false disappointment, let alone despair. If there are all kinds of idiots, it is all kinds of likes, and you can do what you like, and there will always be answers to this question. "

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