Nightfall Chapter 174: Life is like a question, all kinds of idiots (Part 2)

Volume One, The Empire in the Morning, Chapter 174, Life is like the title, all kinds of idiots (Part 2)

In the deep spring of the South Gate of Haotian, the green trees and dense flowers are beautiful, and in the depths of the quiet palace, after Datang State Master Li Qingshan was silent for a long time, he saw the filthy old Taoist opposite and said: "Brother, I always thought you had some problems with this method."

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

Li Qingshan said: "Even if Ning Que has great potential, after all, he just came into contact with Fu Dao, it is like a piece of white paper to be painted, and the subtle inheritance of knowledge of Fu Dao is the result of his lifelong comprehension. Those dozens of runes and classics are all the essence of my South Gate for hundreds of years. Now, brother, you have thrown away all your old brains, and you will ignore them, just like splashing on that white paper. In a pot of ink, only a piece of black paper full of ink and smell may appear at the end, 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 stomach. It has just been opened with a small mouth. Brother, you will forcibly pour a piece of ocean into it. If he can't hold it, he will crack and die. , Don’t you worry?"

"If you let Ning Que know that you use something like a teapot to describe him, maybe he won't have to pour in knowledge and cry, he will explode to pieces in anger."

Master Yan Se smiled, then looked at Li Qingshan solemnly, and said slowly: "Ning Que is white paper, but the largest white paper I have ever seen, paintings on such white paper, whether it is You or me, neither have experience nor are sure. I can only pour this pot of ink over and let him move around on his own. Since he can’t paint with a bald pen, then let this white paper bear the ink to paint by himself. What to draw depends on his savvy and perseverance after all."

"As for the teapot metaphor...I admit that putting the essence of my life's understanding and Nanmen's accumulation of hundreds of years into Ning Que's mind in such a short time may indeed embarrass him, but the younger brother You must also admit that although this method is simple and rude, it is the fastest and most effective method. As long as his small teapot does not break, there will be a day when the tea will eventually burst."

"But it is also the most dangerous and least reliable method."

Li Qingshan frowned and looked at Master Yan Se, and said, "What if this piece of white paper is glued to the floor with ink before it can be tossed around? If this little teapot has no time to force a pleasant tea from the mouth What should I do if it is broken into countless pieces? Ning Que is not only your heir. He is a student of the Master on the second floor of the academy. He is also a young man whose majesty has high hopes. I don’t understand why it is on him, brother, The performance is so urgent, there are obviously many more conservative and reliable methods."

"Because he is anxious, I am also anxious. The world seems to be anxious too."

Master Yan Se raised his head to look at the northern sky outside the South Gate Temple, and said slowly: "Being a runemaster for ten years, my student's ambitions are more than this, and my ambitions are more than this, since this world has begun. In turmoil, I think it is difficult to leave a stable and conservative environment for Ning Que to practice. The most important thing is that I recently discovered that my time is running out."

After saying this, Master Yan Se coughed slightly.

After watching Master Yan Se remain silent for a long time, Li Qingshan said sadly, "So it is."

Master Yan Se smiled, got up from the floor with some difficulty, and walked out of the temple with the help of a middle-aged charming lady.

Li Qingshan looked at the old man’s back, and suddenly said, “Brother, you should stop playing around these days. You can talk to me in Guanli more. Speaking of which you and I have been together for decades, even I have never played a game of chess."

Master Yan Se didn’t turn his head, smiled and waved his hand, and said in a voice Weisha: “You are not a young and beautiful girl. It’s really boring to talk to you and play chess. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure when I die. I will be back to see you for the last time."

Li Qingshan retracted his gaze and looked at the small teapot with hot mist from the spout on the stove next to the table. He was silent, thinking that since brother, since you are determined to make the fire for boiling tea, then I must try to help. That little guy.

After Master Yan Se left the South Gate of Haotian Road, he went directly to the *** move and came to the small courtyard he was most familiar with.

Shuizhuer girl is counting the silver bills with her maidservant. These days, just selling the rubbings of chicken soup posts, they have really made a small fortune. Suddenly they heard the door ring and saw the dirty man standing at the gate of the courtyard. Dirty and old, suddenly got up in surprise.

In the past, she just thought that the Taoist master was awkward and generous, so she patiently entertained. Now that she knows the true identity of the other party, where she dare to play Jiao Na Qiao, she hurriedly greeted him as quickly as possible.

"Master Dao is here."

Shui Zhu'er squatted squatted and looked very respectful. She thought that she should be more enthusiastic, but thought that the Taoist master was the first-class figure of the gods in the legend, and she was really nervous.

Master Yan Se gave a weird laugh, stretched out his hand and twisted her plump waist, and said, "You don’t need to be so nervous if you know the identity of Master Dao. After all, I still have to pay for it, so I should please me. You."

Shui Zhuer snuggled into his arms and said shyly: "Master Dao is here to make fun of people again, thinking about Master Dao's idle clouds and wild cranes. Gods always stay away from the mortal world for too long, I'm afraid they will never see him again. I am full of regrets."

Master Yan Se furiously said: "The powdery powder here tastes better than the ink on the talisman paper. Why can't I give it up?"

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Without walking a few steps to the cliff, I saw a cliff cave that is about tens of meters high. Birds are flying in and out quickly above the cave entrance. A wooden structure is built on the gentle **** of the cliff cave. The two-story building. The surface of the small building is full of traces of wind and rain and the remains of bird droppings. I don't know how many years have been standing silently under this cliff.

There is still some distance from the small building, Ning Que smelled a familiar smell, and asked with a pale face, ‘have you smelled it? "

Chen Pipi sniffed, and said in a daze, "What's the smell?"

"You haven't smelled such a strong smell?" Ning Que stared at his eyes, and said with a trembling voice, "Huangzhou Bud Paper still has the smell of ink. I feel like vomiting now when I smell it. Why are you? Bring me here too?"

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 that made Ning Que's face pale and nauseous. He reached out and fished it in front of his nose, thinking this The kid has recently studied the Talisman Dao as crazy as a devil, and he has become so sensitive.

Ning Que raised his sleeves and covered his nose, and 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. In recent days, he has been rubbing the ink and looking at the paper. But he couldn't move a stroke, and subconsciously developed fear and disgust towards this taste.

There is an open-air stone platform under the wooden building, and there is a huge desk on the platform. On the table is a mountain of books.

Behind Rushan Scroll, sits an old scholar with gray hair. The old scholar was holding an old book in his left hand and a half-bald brush in his right hand. He chanted a few words to the old book from time to time, and he took the pen to write numbers on the paper, and then continued to read the book, but he didn’t know what he saw. The beauty is that the long eyebrows flew in the wind, and the facial expressions were so wonderful that they seemed to dance.

This old gentleman read and copied books, and he was devoted to it. No matter the flock of birds flying above the cliff, or the approaching Chen Pipi and Ning Que, they had no effect on him, as if he As long as you start to read a book, the whole world except the book disappears instantly.

"Wonderful! Great!"

The old scholar found another wonderful place in the scroll, copied those sentences on the paper with the fastest speed, then put the half-bald brush into his lips and licked it, as if he had the most wonderful taste in the world , Was actually dancing happily.

Ning Que looked at the old scholar, looked back at Chen Pipi in amazement, and said: "He is indeed reading, but let me see him reading, how can it help me to practice Talisman?"

"Big brother once told us that many years ago, the master discovered that this old gentleman actually has great potential for spiritual practice, but he was directly rejected by this old gentleman."

Chen Pippi looked at the old gentleman who was reading and copying books behind his desk, shrugging reluctantly, "Because in the eyes of this old gentleman, only reading is meaningful in the world. Practice or something is true. It’s too late."

"This old gentleman can’t do anything other than reading, and he doesn’t even bother to do anything. Even the master can do nothing about him. And his temper is very violent. As long as someone interrupts his studies, he is very upset. . At such a long time, no one in Houshan pays attention to him, even the best-tempered seniors don’t bother to deal with this person."

Ning Que looked at the old gentleman behind Rushan Scrolls, and said sympathetically, "This is probably just studying and reading?"

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

Ning Que smiled, but the smile instantly stiffened on his face. He looked back at Chen Pippi and hesitated and asked: "Wait... today you specially took me to see this old gentleman who reads as an *** I want to use this example to tell me that I have been crazy about studying Fu Dao these days, and if this continues, I will eventually become such a ***?"

"It's the opposite." Chen Pi took him to the stone platform and said: "Although we all hate this old gentleman, we sometimes admire this old gentleman. I will show you to him. I just want to tell you that you think you can disregard the perseverance of your peers and work hard. In fact, there are many people in this world who can do it and do it better than you."

Ning Que didn't know what he meant. As he walked up the stone platform, he suddenly thought of one thing and asked: "Apart from this old gentleman, are there any higher-ranking people in the mountains behind the college? Are there uncles?"

"There used to be a little uncle who was the most vigorous and first-rate person in the world."

Chen Pipi turned around and said: "But it's a pity that only Senior Brother and Second Senior Brother have seen it."

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Going to the stone platform, Chen Pipi saluted the old gentleman behind Rushan Shujuan, and said with a smile: "Student, long time no see."

Ning Que followed him with a salute, and he couldn't help feeling a little funny when he heard the name of a scholar.

The scholar did not hear about it, as if he had never seen the two of them come to him.

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

His voice came from the side of the building into the cliff cave, and after several reverberations, it came back. It was particularly clear and loud, and it shocked the sky with the birds who were busy building nests or other housework above the cliff cave. Fly, there is a scream.

Only then did the scholar woke up, and looked up at the two more people at the desk who did not know when. Suddenly their expressions suddenly tightened, his eyes showed disgust, and the rustling roared: "Come again What to do! Go! Don’t bother me again!"

Chen Pippi glanced at Ning Que, shrugged, and then smiled to the scholar and said, "I will show you the younger brother."

"What's so nice? Your little brother is not a book!"

The scholar reached out his hand and wiped the wavy gray hair on his face to the back, looking at Chen Pipi, and said angrily: "Last time you said that the college would accept a younger brother, there must be an elder present to express dignity, not to deceive me to the top of the mountain. After staying all night, why did a little junior come here again this time? Do you want to trick me into staying on the top of the mountain again?"

"Heaven! Earth!" The reading man looked at Chen Pippi like killing his father and enemies, with an extremely disgusting expression and extremely resentful eyes, and exclaimed, "Do you know how many books I have to read in one night?"

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

"There is no light on the top of the mountain!"

"The stars on the top of the mountain are brighter than the lights!"

"Reading is either daylight or light. Where can starlight be used!"

"Why can't Starlight be used?"

"No feeling!"

"Are you reading books or feelings?"

"Fool! Of course you have to feel happy to read!"

"Idiot! Falling in love under the stars all feel, why don't you feel like reading?"

The two spit at each other at the desk. Ning Que had already been silly by the side. Only then did he believe that this scholar is really the kind of person who reads his head, and he also believes in the backyard of the college. The brothers really didn't respect this person.

His face was flushed with reading popularity, and his chest was constantly rising and falling. He was old and weak. He was obviously not Chen Pipi’s opponent after quarreling, and he quickly reacted. Chen Pipi made a special trip to quarrel with himself today. Obviously, just to make himself distracted and unable to concentrate on reading, how could he let Chen Pipi's sinister intentions succeed?

"I'm not talking to you!" The scholar said sadly: "How can you finish reading so many books without hurrying? Do you know what you are doing? You are murdering and destroying my life. !"

After saying this, the scholar really stopped paying attention to Chen Pipi's verbal attacks, and bowed his head to concentrate on reading and copying books.

Ning Que looked at the densely packed books on the bookshelf in the building, frowning slightly, and said, "Although there are many books here, if you concentrate on reading, you will finish reading in a few years, even if you add old books from the academy. , It won't make him so painful."

Listening to this, Chen Pipi smiled bitterly and shook his head, leading him to the cliff cave.

The cave remains strangely dry. At the top, there are a few rocky gaps that let through the sky, so it doesn’t appear gloomy. There are even a few unknown trees growing in the cave. Birds travel around. The shoot kept calling.

Ning Que's gaze scanned the hole, then fell on the cliff, his body stiffened suddenly, and he could no longer speak.

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

There is no bird’s nest, no treasures, no statues, no potted plants on these wooden frames, there is only one thing.

That is the book.

Countless books.

A whole book on the cliff.

Books full of mountains and plains.

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"Since the academy was founded, it has not stopped collecting books. Over a thousand years, I don't know how many books have been collected. From ancient times to the present day, all new articles are stored here, so the pain of scholars is actually real pain."

Chen Pipi glanced at Ning Que, looked at the densely packed books tens of meters high on the cliff, and said with emotion: "If knowledge can be calculated by the number of books, then there is at least seven points of knowledge in the world. In the academy."

The entire book on the cliff seemed to be shocked by Ning Que's eyes like the sea of ​​ink standing up on a mountain trail. It made him a little hard to breathe. After a long time, he barely woke up.

Climbed up the steep ropeway at the edge of the cliff to the third floor of the cliff bookshelf, and walked more than ten meters along the wooden board that only allowed one person to pass. Ning Que stopped and looked back. The dense array of books at hand gradually gave rise to strong doubts. If these books have been collected thousands of years ago, why are they only slightly yellowing and becoming old after such a long time, but they have not been weathered. What is even more strange is that Why is there not much dust on these books placed in the open air?

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

Ning Que suddenly realized, and then suddenly thought that if Sangsang could practice cultivation, wouldn't it be easier for her to do housework? While thinking about it, he took out the book at random, and found that the four characters of Liangjing Zaji were written on the cover, thinking that it was probably the writer's notes. When he opened it, he unexpectedly found things like white buttocks, pumping, tongue-out, new stripping, etc. The words rushed into his eyes, his expression stiffened.

He was surprised and asked: "You even accept **** books?"

Chen Pippi replied: "The master said that unwinding is good, how can you decide whether the subject matter is good or bad? You have **** in your heart, and everything is **** in your heart. You are full of **** in your heart. Can it be regarded as an **** book?"

Ning Que looked at the solemn expression on his fat face and couldn't help but admire him sincerely, "Then what are you looking at?"

"Me?" Chen Pipi waved his sleeves and said calmly: "I am not in a good state, and I am still at the stage of watching mountains. Erotic books are naturally **** books. This kind of thing does not need to be forced."

Ning Que looked at him and sighed, and said nothing more.

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A whole cliff face of books, mountains and plains, seemingly endless books, for a person who loves to read or even regards reading as the only important task in life, is undoubtedly a great treasure, but at the same time a great sadness , Because it is impossible to complete the task of reading endless books with a long life.

Walking out of the cliff, and looking at the old scholar behind the desk who was holding the scroll and chanting from time to time, from time to time, from time to time, Ning Que found that he understood why he was so extreme and seemed so anxious.

Walking to the desk, Ning Que bowed deeply to the old scholar, and sincerely asked for advice: "Uncle Master, what should I do if I can't finish reading the book? Don't you feel desperate? Why Keep reading?"

He didn't call the scholar directly like Chen Pipi, but called him Uncle Master, because the other party was very old and entered the mountains early, and because Ning Que has the same perseverance to achieve the ultimate in one thing. Kind of inexplicable sense of respect.

Perhaps I could hear the sincere meaning in Ning Que’s tone, or I may have noticed the similarities between Ning Que and himself in some respects. This time, the old scholar didn’t waved him away impatiently, and Slowly put down the scroll in his hand.

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

Ning Que listened silently.

The scholar Yoyo said: "But when I was fifty years old, I realized that it was impossible to do. Because while I was reading, there were still people in the world writing books, and Because of my age and infirmity, my reading speed is getting slower and slower. What's even more frightening is that I have forgotten all the books I read when I was young."

He looked into Ning Que’s eyes and smiled slightly: "If you have forgotten all the books you have read, how can you be ashamed to say that you have read them? So I have to pick up the books that have been forgotten and re I started to read, so I didn’t forget too quickly, I started to excerpt."

Ning Que asked: "But wouldn't it be slower in this way?"

"Not bad." The scholar sighed and said: "So I already knew that it was impossible for me to finish reading all the books in the world in my life, and even I couldn't even finish reading the books in the academy." /

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

"More than disappointment, total despair."

The scholar shook his head and said: "The day I confirmed that I could not finish reading the book collection, I felt that the whole world collapsed. I didn't want to eat or sleep, even... I didn't even want to read books."

A person who can't do anything and doesn't want to do anything except reading, actually doesn't even want to read books. You can imagine the mental shock this old scholar suffered that day. Ning Que naturally thought of his mental state in the past few days, and after a moment of silence, he sincerely asked for advice: "Uncle Master, how did you pass that pass?"

"Because I asked myself a question."

The scholar said: "Do you like reading or reading all the books?"

"I didn’t think for too long, and I got the answer. After all, what I like is reading. I’m already a hundred and two years old this year. Maybe any day after that, I might close my eyes and wake up again. But come, but I will never be able to confirm that I will die that day. In that case, as long as I keep reading, even if I can’t finish reading, what does it matter? I can still comfort myself, because I confirm that every minute before death Seconds, I am doing what I want to do, all happy and satisfied."

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"Do you like the matter of practicing cultivation, or the matter of killing people after practicing to a certain level?"

"I need to think about this issue carefully."

Walking on the mountain road in the back mountain of the academy, recalling the previous conversation with the old scholar outside the cliff cave, Ning Que faintly understood some very important things, listening to what came from nowhere between the cliffs With the sound of music, he suddenly stopped.

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

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

Ning Que listened to the melodious music, thinking about the things he encountered in the back mountain of the college these days.

Two seniors who are obsessed with chessboard, hungry and sleepy Panasonic, two seniors who are obsessed with nothing outside of the piano and flute, and eleven seniors who are full of hairpins like lunatics but are quiet and comfortable, studying outside the cliff until they are a hundred years old The uncle who is still dancing from time to time.

He also remembered himself who was rolling excitedly after advancing archery in the forests of Minshan Mountain, who was yelling joyfully after the knife wind on the edge of Weicheng became stronger, and who was smiling at the stars watching the stars at the west window of the old pillow last year. Standing stiff at the desk...

"Everyone will encounter a lot of problems. If you want to solve these problems, you must concentrate on doing it. You need the craziest idiot, but this idiot is not on your shoulders like a mountain. The weight of your heart, but the joys you yearn for most in your heart."

Ning Que looked at the beautiful back mountain in the academy, and said, "I used to be foolish before, but these days I forgot that the essence of foolishness is love. There is no false hope, and naturally there is no false disappointment, let alone nothing. Despair. Life is like all kinds of idiots, all kinds of likes, just do what you like, there will always be an answer to this question."

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(Happy Monday.)