The ring-shaped space stretched out hugely, and behind the glass-like transparent stone wall, white light sources continued to pour in, illuminating this huge area.
Each wooden cabinet and bookshelf is equally huge, like a steep cliff in a canyon, with countless carvings on it.
Ning Jiujiu walked into it, dressed in white like pearls and jade in the sea, extremely small.
Although it is said that diligence is the path to the mountain of books, how can we truly read them all when there are mountains lying in front of us
What's more, this is just a tip of countless mountains in the world.
Ning Jiujiu knows that there are really people in this world who can prove the Tao through reading. They are rich in knowledge, travel to the eight extremes and six places, follow the Dharma and point out the forms and forms of the world, and write down thousands of miles of mountains and rivers with their wonderful pens.
It was an extremely mysterious and magnificent realm, but it was not suitable for him.
Although he was forced to read many books since he was a child, he still didn't like reading, because learning requires hard work. What he seeks is the ethereal road, not the benefits and hardships in books.
He walked into it, glanced at the spines of the books, opened two books from time to time, looked at them a few times and then sent them back.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, today's sword practice has ended. Many disciples came down the stairs and came to read the book.
Ning Jiujiu knew that Xiaoling should be back too.
He stopped reading and walked outside.
Several of the inner disciples with spotless swords and clothes noticed him, because this was a quiet place in the inner peak and no loud conversations were allowed, so Ning Jiujiu only saw them pointing something at him.
He didn't care about those looks and walked straight forward.
After walking up the wooden stairs and going up against the flow of people, Ning Changjiu looked slightly strange when he returned to the door, because he saw Ning Xiaoling sitting at his table holding a stack of books and looking at him excitedly.
"Xiao Ling, you are so courageous. If you come in blatantly, are you not afraid of being tricked by your fellow disciples?" Ning Jiujiu smiled and asked curiously.
Ning Xiaoling said frankly: "Of course I'm not afraid."
Ning Changjiu raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "Who borrowed your courage?"
Ning Xiaoling pointed to the pile of books and said: "This is a privilege personally appointed by Sister Marry. Because Xiaoling is illiterate, Master asked me to come and learn to read with my senior brother every day. I can stay for up to an hour and a half."
Ning Changjiu raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said with an angry smile: "You are so happy even if you are illiterate?"
Ning Xiaoling chuckled and said, "Isn't this silly fun?"
Ning Jiujiu suddenly remembered what happened yesterday, and his originally relaxed mood was suddenly relieved by himself. This little girl Ning Xiaoling had a glimpse of her joys and sorrows, and she always felt that something was strange.
And Ning Xiaoling looked at herself expectantly.
Ning Jiujiu comforted himself by saying that it was just a matter of putting some pressure on himself, and if he could cultivate his mind well, if he could cultivate it so that Gu Bo would not be surprised, then there would be nothing to worry about.
"Okay." Ning Jiujiu nodded and said, "But you have to promise me that you must study hard and never deliberately delay the progress."
Ning Xiaoling hummed twice, and then said worriedly: "Senior brother, will this delay your practice?"
Ning Jiujiu replied: "Senior brother doesn't practice."
Ning Xiaoling was startled and said: "There are usually very few people in this inner peak, so no one should bother me. Senior brother, please don't slack off. How can you beat Sister Xiang'er after three years like this?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Isn't there still three years left?"
Ning Xiaoling held her forehead and sighed, "Senior brother, are you giving up on yourself?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Don't think too much, senior brother is just... sharpening the knife."
Ning Xiaoling immediately thought of the proverb and blurted out: "Whether you sharpen your knife or chop wood?!"
Hmm... And this firewood happens to be myself.
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said, "Since it is Master's destiny, let me start teaching you how to read. Don't waste time."
Ning Xiaoling said oh and immediately sat upright.
"Then let me teach you the most basic strokes first, horizontal strokes, vertical strokes, bent hooks... I will write it for you after my senior brother polishes the strokes."
"good."
Ning Jiujiu grinds and dips the pen in it, spreads out a piece of rice paper, presses it with a paperweight, inserts the pen on the ink, and blurs out the strokes neatly, creating a warm and moist beauty on the snow-white rice paper.
"Senior brother's handwriting is so beautiful." Ning Xiaoling sighed sincerely.
Ning Jiujiu said helplessly: "You don't know me."
Ning Xiaoling said seriously: "You don't need to know him. It's like looking at a stranger. I don't know who he is, but I can still tell whether he is good-looking or not."
Ning Changjiu paused his wrist, glanced at her, and said with a smile: "You have only practiced for one day, and you have become so sharp-tongued?"
Ning Xiaoling stuck out her tongue and said, "I've always been very clever."
Ning Jiujiu smiled faintly and continued to write, introducing the names and writing order of these strokes to Ning Xiaoling one by one.
Half an hour later, Ning Jiujiu finished talking about the strokes and asked, "Do you remember them all?"
"Remember!" Ning Xiaoling said confidently.
Ning Jiujiu smiled and said: "I learn so quickly, it seems that it won't be long before I can graduate."
Ning Xiaoling quickly stroked her head and said faintly: "Oh, I have learned the latter and forgotten the previous. It seems that I need more guidance from my senior brother!"
Ning Jiujiu couldn't help laughing and said seriously: "Go on, I'll tell you some of the simplest and most commonly used ones first."
Ning Xiaoling shook her head and said, "No."
Ning Jiujiu gave her a puzzled look.
Ning Xiaoling said seriously: "I want to learn names first, my name, my senior brother's name, my master's name when I get married, and sister Zhao Xiang'er's name."
Ning was stunned for a long time, with a gentle smile, he put the pen into the inkstone to polish it, and when it fell on the paper, it was soft and agile, and he wrote the character "AGE" of Xiaojiabiyu.
"This is Ning Xiaoling's ling character, which consists of a tooth and a ling character."
"It's so complicated."
"Well, it is said that in the Wild Fire Mountains of the Northern Wilderness, there is a tribe of giants named Panri. They carved the holy order from the teeth of the first generation of giant kings, and passed it down as the inheritance of the royal family. It is somewhat coincidental with the word age."
"It's so scary... Well, it's also disgusting." Ning Xiaoling covered her cheeks and suddenly felt a phantom pain in her teeth.
Ning Xiaoling took the pen and after writing it crookedly a few times according to the script, Ning Jiujiu continued to talk about the word "Jiujiu".
"These two words are very simple, as clean as senior brother." Ning Xiaoling praised sincerely, then thought about it, and showed off her little knowledge plausibly: "Senior brother's name has a very good meaning, forever and ever... Longsight Jiu Sheng…”
Ning Jiujiu laughed softly and said: "Originally, senior brother was not called by this name."
Ning Xiaoling hummed, nodded and said, "Originally, my surname was not Ning. I changed my surname after following my master. By the way, what was my senior brother's previous name? Do you still remember?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "My original name was Zhang Jiu."
Ning Xiaoling was a little disappointed and said: "It's a bit ordinary."
Ning Jiujiu nodded and said, "Yes, Master didn't like my name either, so he changed it to Jiujiu."
The master here is of course the master from the previous life.
He had never met his master, but she knew his name and changed it for him.
He vaguely felt that there was some other charm in this matter, but he couldn't figure it out at the moment.
Ning Xiaoling took the pen confidently and said, "I learned it!"
After that, he wrote the word "long time" on the rice paper with a stroke of his pen.
"Wrong stroke..."
"As long as the meaning is right."
"Hmm... Okay." Ning Jiujiu said helplessly: "I wish you a long life, it's really a good idea."
So for more than an hour, conversations could be heard from time to time.
"It's a good name to marry the master. The daughter will be at home, and the daughter will be at home."
"Do you know the word "家"?"
"We know him. He belongs to a Taoist family named Yutian Tongshou."
…
"Sister Xiang'er's character "xiang" is too complicated. It's even harder to write than her age."
"Well, the word Xiang is very interesting. When Xiang is added with soil, it means soil, and soil means soil. It's a pity that you passed out that day and didn't hear your sister Xiang'er talking on Jiulingtai. "
"What did you say?"
"She said, um... She said she was a clay figurine made by the Empress of Heaven using the soil of the Nine Heavens. Now it was burned into a beautiful little porcelain figurine, so she erased the word "tu" and changed her name to Xiang." Ning Jiujiu said nonsense seriously. Eight said.
"Uh, really..." Ning Xiaoling felt dizzy after hearing this.
"Senior brother, what did you do to lie to you? Your sister Xiang'er has a lot of background."
"Then senior brother will be beaten by then."
"...Where do you turn your elbows?"
…
This is the first night of practicing at Tiangu Peak.
Ning Xiaoling had already left. Ning looked at the rice paper full of drawings on the table for a long time. There was a living thing in the dark center, but it was fleeting and could not be grasped.
He frowned slightly, and after pondering for a moment, he wrote the words "Ning Jiujiu" and "Zhang Jiu" again in the gap of a piece of paper.
At night, the wind blew through the mountains, and the sound was like crying. Ning Ning stood quietly for a long time, staring at his own name in trance.