88 Nothing to Note from Books

Chapter 88: Nothing to Note from Books

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The carriage with the indigo curtains left along the stone path in the wetlands. The seemingly flat stone path was actually irregular, which could prevent someone's shoe sole from slipping, but caused the carriage wheels to bump and shake. Lee Yu, the fourth princess of the Tang, was in a daze inside the carriage with her two hands supporting her jaw. Due to the violent shaking, she became a little annoyed, and her aversion of Ning Que grew.

In fact, her real purpose of coming to the Academy today was to visit Ning Que, not for other affairs.

She wondered what the lad, who once accompanied her back to Chang'an from the grassland, had become. She was curious about the lad's special skill. In the past, Ning Que rejected her recruitment, and then he was appreciated by Xu Chongshan after his cooperation with Spring Breeze Pavilion Old Chao in that bloody, rainy, and windy spring night.

The most direct reason was that she had heard an odd rumor about two students who had gone to the second floor of the old library out of pique. When the princess found out that one of them was Ning Que, it reminded her of Lyu Qingchen's comment on the lad. She had been unable to repress her curiosity and decided to pay a visit.

It was still that common but young and clean face, with the same freckles and shallow dimples. However, his face was much paler than before and he looked very unhealthy.

Somehow, she felt a little bit annoyed when she looked at Ning Que's pale face and his obstinate and cynical expression. If Zhong Dajun had not said those sarcastic words and if they had not enraged her, she would not have summoned him.

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When Ning Que walked inside the old library, the expressions on the other students were entirely different from before. They now looked full of shock and confusion. They silently wondered if there was anything wrong in the Academy roster, and that if the lad was actually, as the original hearsay had suggested, from a noble family in Qinghe Prefecture, instead of a soldier from a border town, the City of Wei. They could not figure out why Princess Lee Yu would know him and even especially summon him beside the carriage and say a few words if his real identity was not what they had thought.

Situ Yilan, who was looking at him curiously with her head slightly inclined, was trying to guess his relationship with the princess. Meanwhile, Jin Wucai, looking a little ashamed, hid behind Situ Yilan and did not dare to look at him. Princess Lee Yu had argued for Ning Que in person, who would dare to question him further? Zhong Dajun had disappeared out of sight due to embarrassment. Xie Chengyun just stood outside the crowd, with a pale face and lonely expression.

Chu Youxian walked toward Ning Que and looking at him in surprise. He praised in a low voice, "No wonder Mistress Jian did not accept your taels of silver. I never imagined that you had such backing. Considering the girls' temperaments, it probably wouldn't work even if the prince spoke up for you today. Only the Fourth Princess Lee Yu would be able to keep them in line."

Upon hearing the words, Ning Que became interested and asked, "Why?"

"The reason is very simple. The so-called girl army in Chang'an... was actually founded by the fourth princess in her childhood out of boredom. These noble girls like Situ Yilan, all played with and were trained by the princess when they were very young," Chu Youxian said with a laugh.

Ning Que just laughed and made no move to explain his relationship with Lee Yu. Though he did not intend to show off whatever relationship he had with the princess, he was pleased to enjoy some advantage by not coming forward to clear up the relationship that he had with Lee Yu.

When Xie Chengyun saw Ning Que walking toward the second floor, he eventually moved. He slowly entered the old library, ignoring other people's dissuasion. With his hands holding the handrail and his body continually trembling, Xie Chengyun trudged up step by step.

Ning Que, held the thin book Primary Exploration on Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow in his hands but made no move to unfold it. As Xie Chengyun went past him to the end of the bookshelf and sat down with knees crossed as usual, Ning Que suddenly said, "You might have your own pride, but I have my own need. We are in totally different positions. You are a favored talent while I am just a common person fighting for survival. I'd advise you to avoid losing your own life due to the unnecessary and meaningless fight with me."

When Xie Chengyun went past Ning Que and saw that Ning Que had not opened his book, he thought that the lad was angry with his silence downstairs and wanted to continue their fight. He had not expected Ning Que's words. The intelligent South Jin talent, looking at the book's page on his knee after a long silence without any thought, eventually stood up, holding the wall with difficulty. Then, after a long bow, he slowly walked downstairs.

Ning Que held the thin book and walked to the end of bookshelves, which was closer to the west windows, so he could keep enjoying the afternoon sun. He sat down on the warm floor where Xie Chengyun had sat cross-legged. After some time with his eyes closed, Ning Que gently rubbed his pale and thin cheeks and then opened his book to read with a smile.

"It may be helpful if you take some notes even though you can't take them away."

Beside several new branches of old trees at the east window, a female professor in a light-colored robe was thoroughly engrossed in her regular script in small characters. If Ning Que was not sure that he had heard a voice, he would have doubted whether she had opened her mouth or not.

Slightly shocked, he stood up and walked to the table beside the west window. Staring at the writing brushes, ink sticks, paper, and ink stones, he sat down after a long thought. Later, he picked up an ink stone and began to grind the ink in fresh water.

They were not allowed to copy any books in the library. Besides, transcribing the characters of the divine talisman into normal characters on paper would not work. Ning Que had tried meditating. As he tried to turn the flashing memories into common characters on paper, the characters in his brain quickly scattered like smoke, unable to materialize.

Furthermore, according to the rules of the old library, the books could not be left with any traces. Ning Que had no idea whether the instructors would discover something unusual if he played some tricks, though he never tried playing such tricks these days. Countless cut-throat battles over the years had long taught him a lesson: When you were confronted with mountains that must be conquered, any petty tricks would look very stupid; in such a situation, all you needed was the great wisdom that was close to stupidity and simpleness.

What should be noted? In such circumstances, what kinds of characters and words could be counted as notes? Holding the brush with his wrist raised, Ning Que, however, hesitated to write on the paper. That was because he forgot what he had read in that thin book previously. Thus, he had no idea what notes were meaningful.

"Maybe the things that I'm risking my life for are actually meaningless on their own."

Thinking about all the hard work recently, all the sleepless and painful feelings, and Sangsang taking care of him with hot towel these nights, Ning Que laughed at himself and inevitably felt a little disappointed. Indeed, it was very difficult for an ordinary person to enter into the cultivation world. The more effort you made, seemingly, the more bleakness it added.

The brush loaded with ink hung in the air for a long time. With a gentle "Pa!" sound, a drop of ink dropped down on the snow-white paper. The ink quickly scattered along the fiber of the paper and then presented a kind of irregular beauty.

Something suddenly touched his heart when Ning Que was staring at the group of ink traces. The sadness and disappointment in his heart was totally rinsed and turned into absolute peace. At this moment, he figured out everything in his mind. Not every love experience could be a happy memory. Not every fairy tale could have a happy ending, likewise, not all efforts could be rewarded. Even if you tried very hard, the ending, mostly, did not depend on you, so you should just enjoy the process.

If there was nothing sublime to note, you should just ignore it. If you had no idea what should be noted, you could write something else, such as your mood, your own experiences, your feelings in the old library, the sight of the quiet female professor beside the east window accompanied by a pink wall and old trees and new branches, and the sunset in the direction of the west window...

"Keep going up, up, up! Previously, I was always fettered and vexed by such thoughts, but now, all would be stopped. I was just a wood-chopper of Shubi Lake before, so why should I forcibly imitate other people when it was obviously not the right time for me?"

Scrawling on the paper without any special thoughts, he just casually wrote some characters according to his current mood. With the clear and gorgeous characters appearing on the paper one after another, the utmost annoying emotion in his chest was gradually disappearing, as if the ink was scattered by the brush.

"I had been engaged in penance for 17 consecutive days since I tried to study cultivation in the old library. Unluckily, however, I failed to learn any words by heart, and had no choice but to see them flee. Once, I was aware and also entered into some dark and sweet dreams, but they would always disappear in the end.

"If these characters on the paper are illusory, why can I see them? If they are real, why can't I memorize them? If they exist between reality and illusion, is the ink which presents them real or illusory, and is the paper which shows them real or illusory?"

Then, Ning Que stopped writing and did not want to continue since it was just a kind of casual and informal note. Putting down the brush, he quietly looked at the characters on the paper. After the paper became dry, he gently put it into that thin book and laid the book back on the bookshelves. Later, he turned around and politely made a bow to the female professor beside the east window before going downstairs.

For the first time in days, Ning Que walked down the stairs by himself without having to be carried.

Looking at the disappointing back of the lad, the female professor gently sighed and silently thought of the old library's rules set by her teacher before: A student was allowed to choose only one branch although there were countless ones. Ning Que had a strong will, so his Psyche Power collected from meditation must be strong, too. However, the Snow Mountain and Ocean of Qi inside his body were poor, which was a prerequisite for cultivation. If he kept cultivating, in the end he would have to lie in bed, spitting blood and pale. Even if Haotian pitied him for his tenacity and perseverance and bestowed him health, what was the benefit for him if he kept reading like this for the next 80 years?

At that time, the color of the sky became darker as night was coming. No one would go upstairs today. After tidying the calligraphy stationery in front of her, the female professor walked along a side path toward the direction of Back Mountain.

After some time, the dark night covered the Academy and that big mountain behind the Academy. The lights inside the Academy, which was surrounded by a wide meadow, scattered like the stars in the sky.

On the second floor of the silent old library, a light suddenly appeared on the bookshelves leaning against the north wall, and then quietly and slowly spread toward both sides.

A fat young student in a dark cyan academic robe breathlessly squeezed from the seam. Then, angrily turning his head back and staring at the bookshelves, he complained, "Who is responsible for this design? Couldn't the exit be a little larger? Didn't he suppose the Academy would recruit several fat students someday?"

The fat lad walked beside the bookshelves with a mumble and complained, "Second Brother isn't a good guy! Why does he insist on making a bet on the contents of an introductory book? Though I, Chen Pipi, am a genius, it is also impossible for me to still remember what I read at a very young age."

While talking to himself, he drew out a thin book from the bookshelves. Looking at the several characters on the cover of Primary Exploration on Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow, he gently patted it with satisfaction. With his patting, a very thin sheet of white paper flew out.