Nightfall Chapter 95: Eight Laws of Yong Zi
Chapter 95 The Eight Methods of Yong Zi
After calming down, Ning Que stared at the ink words on the paper and began to be in a daze, silently wondering who left these words on the paper? Who is answering questions for yourself? Who is helping yourself in secret? Why would he do this?
Quietly turned her head and looked towards the east window, the female professor still calmly lowered her head and traced the lower case, without noticing him at all. Ning Que looked at the professor Sudan's figure, thinking about those who are extremely disrespectful to women on the back of the paper. The commentator shook his head subconsciously, it was impossible for the foul language to come from the female professor.
Could it be the old teacher downstairs? Ning Que frowned and thought about this problem, and finally shook his head slightly. Although the teacher talked witty, he could see that he was a disciplined person. Wouldn't choose to leave the book this way.
Thinking about it, can't think of who the person who left the book on paper is, Ning Que looked out the window in confusion, listening to the calls of the male insects deep in the woods and grass, and immediately laughed at himself. The person who wanted to keep the book was probably an old teacher in the college. If Situ Yilan and others were to see these words, they would jump up angrily.
The text in the book combines the book-viewing method with the attitude towards women. Although nasty and indecent, it is extremely simple and easy to understand. Otherwise, Ning Que would not have been aware of it in such a short time. It is possible for him to realize something from it. In his view, the person who left the book deliberately used this method to unravel himself. As the so-called self-defilement seeks the way, he couldn't help but admire this person to the extreme, thinking silently about the book retention. One must be a genius of monasticism.
Since it was determined that the person who left the book was a genius monk in the academy, Ning Que’s attitude naturally became more serious. He picked up "A Preliminary Exploration of Qihai Snow Mountain" and the thin paper and walked to the end of the bookshelf. I sat down on the warm floor in the sunset, and after a moment of calming down, did I start reading the book again.
Chen Pippi obviously underestimated the comprehension ability of this poor man, Ning Que, even if he did not write the last two paragraphs, did not explain with the extreme attitude towards women, only the first few sentences about objective facts and comprehensible confusion , Ning Que could understand what he really meant.
"Don’t understand, don’t think, just look at the words themselves... Is this what the master of the rune who copied the academy’s original intentions? Then all I need to do is to read these words instead of thinking about them. The meaning of the word."
Ning Que looked at the thin book on his knees and thought silently for a long time. These days, he struggled with a lot of energy loss and kept studying the books in the building. He was very aware of the impact that those words had on his spiritual world. In comparison, he feels that the book viewing method suggested by the book writer is worth trying.
Just seeing a word or word that you know by heart, but you don’t think about it, and you pretend that you don’t know the meaning of the word or word, or even pretend that you really forget the word Or the meaning of words, no matter from which point of view, is extremely difficult.
Outside the courtyard, there is a big locust tree that accompanies you through your childhood and youth. You see this big locust tree today, but you have to say you haven’t seen it. You have to pretend that you don’t know it is a big locust tree, you Forget that it is the big locust tree that has been with you for countless years, and has witnessed your naughty youth and even the first kiss of your first love...Who can do this?
Ning Que did not open the thin booklet on his knees, staring blankly at the thin paper next to the booklet, but his thoughts drifted out of the window, drifting to other places, thinking hard about how to forget the words. .
"We must forget all the words we know...how can we do it?"
The sunlight outside the west window shone on his frowning and tighter eyebrows, with a faint lustre, and suddenly the end of the eyebrows was slightly raised, and a light flashed in Ning Que’s eyes. At this moment, he remembered a lot I first encountered the character written in calligraphy a year ago, and remembered the character he had written countless times with a brush and a branch over the years.
The word "forever".
For anyone who has received ordinary calligraphy training, Yong Zi will always be the most familiar word. During the Eastern Jin Dynasty of that world, the most vigorous calligrapher in history, Mr. Wang Xizhi, thought that the eight strokes of Yongzi just had the eight methods of regular script. The so-called point is side, horizontal for lean, vertical for crossbow, hook for jump, promotion for strategy, and skimming Snatching, short-handing is pecking, and squeezing is the famous eight methods of eternal characters.
Ning Que’s eyes are getting brighter and brighter. If one eternal character is split and repeated and regrouped, it can basically form any character in the world. Then I will use the eight methods of eternal character to split the character and reconsider, then wait if all characters can be recognized as eternal word?
He knows that this is not a wise method, it is not even a clever method, it is just a dumb method, and no one knows whether this method can be used, but it is difficult for him to suppress his inner desire and impulse at this time. After taking a deep breath, he opened the first page of "A Preliminary Exploration of Qihai Snow Mountain" without hesitation.
"Heaven and earth breathe, for breath..."
Ning Que stared at the word Tian at the forefront of the first sentence of the booklet. More precisely, he didn't see the whole word in his eyes, only the first stroke of the word Tian, and the end was flat. As if a sharp knife had been drawn in the dark spiritual world, with a hiss, a faint white light oozes out from the tiny gap.
Then a second horizontal line of thick ink appeared in his eyes, followed by a long stroke indifferently, and a flick at the end. The full and complete Tianzi on the pages of the booklet appeared in his eyes and in his mind in this deconstructed way, and they could not form a complete meaning.
It is clearly a word in your eyes, but you are only allowed to read the strokes, and you are not allowed to combine them in your mind. It sounds simple, but it is extremely difficult to do this. It is definitely not something ordinary people can do.
Fortunately, Ning Que has been practicing calligraphy hard for nearly two decades, and breaking up characters has long become a certain instinct. The calligrapher requires that each stroke be written first, and then the frame is reorganized. Now he has forcibly cut off the most important part of the back in his mind. If the mental instinct asks to combine those strokes, the immortality in his deep mind The word began to play an important role, and he understood it as a certain part of Yongzi instead of a certain part of Tianzi!
Even for him, it is extremely difficult for him to do this kind of illusion as real. He has concentrated all his energy at this time, and his hands holding the book are shaking slightly, and the back of the academic robe has been poured out. She was wet with sweat, her eyelashes blinked in pain, her lips were tight, as if she was licking the tip of a pen ignorantly for the first time in her childhood.
This time, after the ink characters on the booklet entered his eyes, they finally did not become blurred like countless times before, turning into a mass of ink stains, and then drifted off the paper and began to shake his mind, but It appeared in the field of vision extremely clearly and slowly, quietly and tamely like leaves floating on the windless lake.
At this time, Ning Que completely forgot how these words tortured him at the beginning. He just watched the strokes quietly, watching the strokes of the strokes towards the front, as if seeing the breeze. On the surface of the lake, those leaves slowly drifted eastward and westward, or drifted closer to him.
The pack of wolves on the rainy grassland without strong winds and waves, without spring wind pavilion, he sat cross-legged in the warm afternoon sun, sitting on the floor at the end of the bookshelf, with his trembling hands no longer trembling, tense The body gradually relaxed, the tight lips gradually relaxed, there was no fainting, no fainting, no vomiting, only calm.
When the wind rises and the wind stops, it is always gentle and graceful. The insects deep in the woods and grass outside the building begin to sing happily again, celebrating this happy spring day and celebrating the appearance of a new world full of quirks before their eyes, gentle The spring breeze wrapped these songs and floated into the window, rippling in the old empty and quiet space, occasionally falling on the boy, gently brushing his clothes, the front of the robe trembling slightly, as if some invisible force was slowly inside. Flowing.
The flow of the marks on the front of the robe is not consistent and round. Every time it reaches a certain place between the chest and abdomen, it will quietly turn back, like a spring breeze raising the water waves on the lake, pushing the leaves on the water surface to disperse around. Eventually, it touched the stone wall by the lake and turned back silently, after all, it was impossible to land or break the bank.
The female professor by the east window seemed to sense something at this time, her eyebrows were slightly furrowed, she raised her face and listened quietly to the bugs outside the window and the movement of the spring breeze, then turned her head and looked down the west window. The teenager smiled slightly.
"It is for interest..."
Ning Que saw the breath, suddenly distracted, his eyes left the booklet subconsciously, the whole breath came in with a complete structure, and he was in sight. With a sound, a naughty shepherd boy threw a stone into the small lake. The water wave slightly rose, and the swaying leaves became chaotic and uneasy. He only felt a buzz in his mind and he immediately became sober.
Although he has experienced many times, this breath still brought a great shock to his spiritual world. He snorted, and his right hand reached out to the wooden floor like lightning, barely supporting his body. Forcibly turned his head away, daring not to read any word in the booklet, his face was extremely pale.
In spite of this, there is an unquenchable smile on his pale cheeks at this time, because he knows that he has indeed seen the door, although it does not necessarily mean that the bookkeeper wants to open it for himself But at least after he opened this door, he did not faint, and he had a faint feeling. If you continue to look at this method, regardless of whether you can get a glimpse of the wonder of the world of practice, but for the way of calligraphy It will be of great benefit.
He didn't rush to stand up, but continued to sit cross-legged in the sun, 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 don’t know how long it took, he opened his eyes and smiled, stood up and walked to the desk by the west window, picked up the writing brush and a piece of new paper there, and after a while, he began to give The person who left the book replied.
In the reply, he first sincerely thanked the other party for the advice, and then wrote his solutions and doubts very candidly, and asked the other party to comment on whether it is feasible, and finally asked very solemnly: "Book reading and meditation At the moment, it seems that I can see the leaves in the lake, which is the original intention of the magician's strokes? I see the leaves in the lake floating away and scattered, but they are faint and regular to escape, if there is a feeling in the sea..."
"Then... but the power of mind?"