I have a role in the heavens

Ning Que had a restrained smile on his face, and he was indeed praised. Although the young instructor's mouth was a bit harsh, he still had good eyesight.

"You are a grown man, and you write in such beautiful hairpin regular script. Are you the Rabbit's father-in-law?"

Ning Que was still happy too early. Zhao Wuhao spat out vicious words again, which made the veins on Ning Que's forehead bulge and beat. He wanted to take back his previous evaluation of this instructor. He was a guy who deserved a beating. , as expected, not a single good word came out of his mouth.

After Zhao Wuhao finished commenting on all the students' calligraphy, he returned to the podium and looked at the students under the stage. Each one of them gritted their teeth and stared at him angrily. He didn't take it to heart at all, with a look on his face. He showed a proud smile, stretched out his finger, pointed at everyone, and said extremely arrogantly.

"I just like how you look like this. You are unruly and yet so frustrated. You hate me so much that you can't kill me. It's so refreshing!"

Zhao Wuhao's words were extremely sarcastic and attracted so much hatred that these students almost had their teeth broken.

"when!"

The bell rang and the class was over. Zhao Wuhao suppressed his smile and spoke again.

"Everyone writes ten large-character works after class and gives them to me in the next class. If you don't make progress, you won't have to take my class!"

Having said this, Zhao Wuhao looked at Ning Que who was sitting at the back, specifically clicked his name, and gave him a separate homework assignment.

"You can't write in hairpin regular script. A grown man's calligraphy is so delicate. He has no masculinity at all. You write ten pairs of cursive scripts!"

Ning Que nodded with a grimace. He had known a truth for a long time while hanging out at the border. It was best to obey people he couldn't afford to offend, otherwise he would still suffer the consequences.

"I understand, sir!"

Zhao Wuhao nodded with satisfaction, glanced at everyone with a contemptuous look, and walked out of the bookstore with his head held high.

Until his figure disappeared from everyone's sight, the bookstore boiled instantly, countless students cursed, and the heated atmosphere almost overturned the roof.

"Damn it, this guy is so arrogant. I have never been so humiliated!"

"His mouth is so poisonous, I really want to sew his mouth shut so that he can never speak!"

"Does he know who I am? How dare he say that to me? Isn't he afraid of my revenge?"

"How to retaliate? He is a teacher of the academy. Even His Majesty the Emperor will respect him deeply and will never allow anyone to use their power to retaliate against a teacher of the academy!"

"Left from a powerful family, he is a practitioner of the Dongxuan realm. Even a hundred of you are no match for him, so don't humiliate yourself!"

When Ning Que saw the indignant crowd, he secretly sighed in his heart. This instructor was really good at attracting hatred. In just one class, he managed to make everyone hate him. It was not something that ordinary people could do. Annoying genius!

Unlike the angry students, Zhao Wuhao was in a good mood and had a great appetite. He even ate an extra bowl of rice at noon and was extremely happy. As expected, people's joys and sorrows are not connected to each other, and even the pain of others is established. above one's own joy.

"It feels good. It seems that in the future, I will teach these lovely students more and urge them to make progress!"

Zhao Wuhao finished his lunch with a happy heart, took a nap at noon, and then came to the second floor of the old book building. Next to the window, a graceful and beautiful figure sat there quietly, lowering his head and tracing Chinese characters, focusing and She is also pious, and she is wearing a spacious standard spring shirt from the academy, which still cannot hide her beautiful curves, with uneven and convex peaks, and a strand of hair hanging down, giving people a sense of tranquility and beauty, just like a lady in a painting.

Zhao Wuhao did not disturb the third gentleman, he casually pulled out a book from the bookshelf, sat on the floor, informally, immersed in the sea of ​​books, carefully comprehending the author's wisdom and inspiration, and pushing himself to practice little by little. Advance on the road.

The bright sunshine seemed to be particularly dazzling, which disturbed Yu Lian's mood. His beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, his starry eyes turned, and he turned to look at Zhao Wuhao sitting on the ground. The distracting thoughts in his heart could not be calmed down.

"The teacher said that he is an unparalleled genius with unfathomable cultivation. He recently defeated the leader of the Xuankong Temple's lecturers. He is one of the best masters in the world!"

"Last time, he saw through my real identity at a glance and saw that I was cultivating the Twenty-Three-Year Cicada. After that, it was like nothing happened. It's really annoying!"

As the leader of the Demon Sect, Yu Lian's personality is definitely not as harmless as her beautiful and quiet appearance. She is decisive in killing, brave and courageous, and does not allow men to test this young instructor who she cannot see through.

A cicada chirped, and invisible fluctuations and the vitality of heaven and earth surged and stirred, spreading silently towards Zhao Wuhao. This exquisite method of controlling vitality was enough to make even masters in the realm of knowing fate feel ashamed. It was indeed worthy of him. The leader of the Demon Sect.

Zhao Wuhao didn't seem to notice Yu Lian's probing, and was still looking at the book in his hand intently. His fingers moved slightly, turning the pages. The extremely secretive fluctuations and vitality had just approached his body, as if he was trapped in a swamp. , and was slowly swallowed into his body without causing any impact.

Yu Lian’s eyebrows furrowed even more tightly, her starry eyes flickered, the stars shone brightly and dreamily, her whole person was enveloped by the bright and warm light outside the window, and the cicadas chirped around her even more urgently and loudly, attracting many people in the old library. They all turned their ears and looked puzzled. It's not spring anymore, where is the cicada chirping coming from?

Fortunately, the cicada's chirping disappeared in a flash, so everyone thought they were hearing hallucinations and didn't take it to heart.

On the second floor of the old book building, breezes blew up in the aisles between the bookshelves. These breezes were very mysterious and did not have any impact on the books on the bookshelves, as if they did not exist. However, they blew Zhao Wuhao's clothes. There was a loud noise, causing the books in his hand to flip constantly, and finally caught the young teacher's attention.

Zhao Wuhao raised his head quite innocently, turned around and looked at the bright window behind Mr. Face San Yulian. A bright smile broke out on his face, which was brighter and warmer than the sunshine outside the window. He opened his mouth slightly and said slowly.

"Qingfeng is illiterate, so why is he flipping through the book!"

This remark had a profound meaning. On the surface, it meant that the breeze blew the books in his hands, disturbing his reading. But on the deeper level, it was a mockery of Yu Lian's ignorance of etiquette, and his probing in the old library, disturbing this sacred place for learning knowledge. It really shouldn't be.

As soon as these words fell, the breeze dispersed, and there was calm in the air. As if everything just now was an illusion, Zhao Wuhao took a deep look at the curtain, looked down at the book in his hand again, and sank into the dream of knowledge. ocean.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Yu Lian's face. Zhao Wuhao actually mocked her for being illiterate. He was about to get angry, but it disappeared for no reason. He couldn't help but be stunned. A look of surprise flashed in his starry eyes, and his cherry lips parted slightly. He spit out a clear and sweet sound.

"A world of its own, follow your words!"

"You are indeed worthy of the teacher's evaluation, and you have actually reached the realm of immortality!"

According to legend, there is a more wonderful realm above all realms. Even the oldest classics do not record it. It is only passed down orally in one temple, one temple, one gate, and two floors. That is the immortality of the Demon Sect. The nirvana of Buddhism, the emergence of Taoism, and the transcendence of the academy.

Immortality is the highest state of the Demon Sect, a world unto itself. The state of saying Dharma is the Buddhist state, which corresponds to the state of Nirvana. The two are just different names. They are the same state. It is the supreme wonderful state next to the state of no rules. Today, only a few people have achieved it. This realm definitely does not exceed the number of five fingers. It can be said to be inferior to one person and second only to the Master.

"Looking at the world, you are just inferior to the teacher!"

"Even the Master of Zhishou Guan may not be able to defeat you!"

Yu Lian stood up. This graceful and beautiful leader of the Demon Sect has a tall and straight figure, with concave and convex curves. His height is not inferior to that of a man, but it does not give people the impression of being too tall. He truly has a golden proportion figure and is incomparably harmonious. The beauty shows her successful cultivation.

Because the Demon Sect regards the human body as a small world, it is regarded as a crooked evil way by the Haotian Taoist Sect, and is rejected by the world. The Demon Sect's skills are good at refining the body, swallowing the vitality of the world and incorporating it into its own small world, which is different from the cultivation paths of Taoism and Buddhism. , forming a line of its own.

In the twenty-three years of the Demonic Sect's supreme skill, the cicada needs to constantly transform, shed its physical shell, and reach a state where the physical body is indestructible and flawless, a world of its own, independent and mysterious.

Hearing this, Zhao Wuhao raised his head again, raised his brows, and said with a smile with a bit of sharpness in his eyes.

"The master of the temple can never defeat me!"

"As for Master, no one can tell for sure!"

As soon as these words came out, Yu Lianliu's eyebrows stood up. The person she respected the most was her teacher. She didn't expect that Zhao Wuhao would be so arrogant and arrogant. He actually thought that he could compete with the teacher. He really had no self-awareness.

"What a loud tone, and you are so arrogant!"

Zhao Wuhao shook his head slightly, glanced at Yu Lian, who was burning with anger, retracted his gaze, turned to the book in his hand again, and said lightly.

"Although Master's realm is superb, it is still in the human world. Even if he becomes a sage, it is achieved by people. He also has one nose and two eyes, why can't I, why can't I compare with him!"

Yu Lian originally wanted to argue with Zhao Wuhao, but Zhao Wuhao waved his hand, lost interest, and spoke first.

"I still want to read, and I would like to ask Mr. Third to be quiet. This is an old library after all!"

Yu Lian took a deep breath, calmed down the anger and emotions in her heart, stepped forward, and went downstairs. She understood that if she didn't leave, there was no guarantee that she would fight with Zhao Wuhao.

"Women are so angry!"

Zhao Wuhao took one last glance and shook his head helplessly, his tone full of teasing. It was obvious that he deliberately provoked Yu Lian.

Ning Que walked on the stone path next to the wetland, looking at the fish in the shadows in the water, and listening to the chirping of unknown insects in the forest beside him. The string in his heart that had been tightened for more than ten years seemed to be nourished by the radiant energy. Being gently rubbed by the shade of the trees, it gradually became loose and soft. Occasionally, if a classmate passed by, he would politely nod in greeting, but did not speed up his pace.

The stone slabs underfoot are unpolished, with uneven grooves just enough to prevent slipping. They are laid out from the study alley, go around the wetland, and then extend into the forest. Thousands of stones are densely packed into a flat path, forming a We followed a very long stone path and finally arrived in front of an old three-story wooden building among the green forests at the foot of the mountain.

This three-story wooden building has an ordinary appearance. It doesn't have any splendid decorations or cornices. It just simply rises from the mountain. However, the varnished wood should not be ordinary. Looking at the weathered weather, The traces left by the years have been standing silently in the depths of this academy for who knows how many years, but there are no traces of decay in any detail.

Ning Que looked up at the horizontal plaque above the wooden building with the words "Old Library" written on it, and slowly clenched the fists in his sleeves. Although his expression did not change much, his heartbeat sped up a little for no reason, and he subconsciously raised his head. He started and stared at the ordinary three-story wooden building in front of him. His burning gaze seemed to set the wooden building on fire. Entering the world of spiritual practice had been his dream since childhood. There were countless books on spiritual practice hidden in this wooden building. , has the key to open the door to the world of practice.

The wooden door of the old library opened slowly, and it was quiet inside, as if it were a door leading to an unknown world. There was no dust splashed over the years, no cobwebs dragging it around, but it gave people a sense of the vicissitudes of time brought by time. The tranquility outside the building Que was silent for a moment, straightened his clothes, collected his composure, stepped over the threshold and walked in.

The inside of the building is much larger than it looks from the outside. There are countless simple bookshelves neatly arranged in the wide space. The bookshelves are arranged according to six subjects and chronological categories. All the books you can think of are displayed on them. Ning Que looked around and saw the big Some of them are books such as classics and history, and the martial arts and spiritual practices are placed on the second floor.

Ning Que kept walking, stepped on the stairs, and headed towards the second floor. Ning Que felt as if he was having an unreal dream. He stood among the bookshelves in silence for a long time before gradually digesting what was in his heart. Shock.

"Li Zhitang Talks about Buddhism", "The Corroborating Relationship between Mind Power and Mudras", "A Brief Introduction to the Five Realms of Cultivation", "Reminiscences of the Years in Xiling", "Dongxuan Sutra", "Nanhua Collection", "A Review of the Swordsmanship Schools of the Southern Jin Dynasty", "Wan Dictionary of French Appreciation...

Ning Que walked in front of the bookshelf, his eyes falling on the dense spines of the books. The shock and heat had already turned into confusion, and the hands in his sleeves could not help but tremble slightly. He doesn't need to take out these books to read, he can guess the contents just by looking at the titles.

Ning Que pulled out a book he had chosen long ago from the bookshelf and opened the thin volume in his hand. This was the book "A Preliminary Exploration of the Snow Mountains and Sea" that Zhao Wuhao read when he entered the second floor for the first time. It is the most basic book on spiritual practice. It is simple and easy to understand, without any mystery, but it is the most suitable book for beginners.

The first sentence of "A Preliminary Exploration of Snow Mountain Qi Sea" is: The heaven and earth breathe, which is for breathing.

Ning Que looked down nervously and intently along the handwritten ink. Suddenly, he found that the writing in his eyes became blurry, as if there was a fog between his eyes and the book. He quickly bit the tip of his tongue, forcing himself to wake up and continue reading. .

The mysterious books in the old library cannot be remembered, but can only be experienced. After all, manpower is sometimes limited. If you do not have the potential to practice, but you have to read books forcibly, it will lead to some very bad results, such as fainting.

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

As he read, the handwriting on the booklet became increasingly blurry and gradually turned into smudges of ink. Ning Que squinted his eyes desperately, trying to make the words in his eyes clearer. Because he was too focused, The center of my eyebrows actually started to feel a dull pain, and those blurry writings gradually floated off the paper!

"The power of human thoughts originates from the brain, gathers between the snowy mountains and the air sea, condenses into frost, dew and water, travels through various orifices and disperses outside the body, and is connected with the breath of the heaven and earth around the body..."

Blurred ink marks drifted away from the yellowish paper one by one, entered Ning Que's eyes, and entered his mind, becoming waves of impact, like a long oar thrust into the sea water next to a ship at sea. The constant stirring stirred his brain.

Ning Que didn't feel any pain, but found that his body began to shake with the agitation, his eyes became increasingly blurry, and there was a feeling of nausea and vomiting in his chest, as if he was extremely seasick! He groaned, forcibly closed the thin book in his hand, gasped several times, and finally got out of the mysterious dizzy world. He took a few deep breaths and gradually regained his composure.

Zhao Wuhao, who was in the secret place on the second floor, raised his eyebrows slightly and raised his head to look in the direction of Ning Que. The bookshelf in front of him could not block his sight. He took in everything. Looking at the pale Ning Que, a strange color flashed in his eyes. .

Zhao Wuhao has been studying in the old library for six years. He has seen many new students who entered the academy and got lost because of reading. In the end, they could not bear the mental impact and fainted. But like Ning Que, who had already started reading, he was able to rely on his strong It is extremely rare for people to have the willpower to control their minds and close the book again.

"You have good willpower. No wonder you can break through the shackles of your innate nature and embark on the path of spiritual practice in the future!"

Ning Que was focusing all his attention on the thin book in his hand. When he finished adjusting his breath, he felt that his mental and physical strength had returned to normal. He opened the cover of the thin book again without hesitation and continued to read down.

Just now he saw the word Xianggan, so he continued from the word Xianggan. However, this time, when his eyes just fell on the word Xianggan, he suddenly felt these two ink characters floating out. It swayed directly into my mind, arousing an extremely turbulent wave, and with a bang, waves like thousands of mountains came over!

The hands and books in his eyes disappeared. Ning Que stared blankly as the bookshelf in front of him gradually sank. The books densely displayed in one place sank faster. Finally, he saw the snow-white roof, and then there was darkness, the darkness in the deepest part of the sea. .

"You're still too pushy and too mentally exhausted!"

Four people wearing light-colored robes from the academy appeared out of nowhere and walked up to the fainting Ning Que. They grabbed the hands and feet and used their strength at the same time in a tacit understanding to pull the poor Ning Que away. Que picked it up like a chicken, and then quickly ran towards the stairs, his movements were so skillful that he seemed to have practiced them countless times.

The next day, the same place, the same people, the same books.

Ning Que didn't have the potential to practice, but he had enough fighting experience. Facing the mysterious books in the old library, he decided to use a head-on attitude and a determined spirit to chop down the building in front of him bit by bit. The mountains, Foolish Old Man moved them.

Ning Que was holding the book "A Preliminary Exploration of Snow Mountains and Qi Seas" in his hand. He took a deep breath and opened the pages with a solemn expression.

"Heaven and earth breathe, it's for breathing!"

The difficult climb up the mountain of books had to start from the first step, because Ning Que only remembered the book he had taken before he passed out yesterday, but could not remember what he had read or where he had seen. He could already foresee his future reading process. , how difficult it will be to repeat, starting from the first sentence again every time.