Chapter 129 (1/2)
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Chapter 129: Genius in the Academy
At the critical moment of life and death, he could rely on what Sangsang had, but not Sangsang herself.
Ning Que held his jaw sitting by the window, and stared blankly at the little girl thinking if he should successively try on the calligraphy stationery so that Natal Items could be finalized. However, the pen he usually used was a brush rather than a magistrate pen; the ink was pine ink rather than graphite; the inkstone was of mud; the paper was the budpaper. Then how could they be used as weapons? Furthermore, they are all matters of scholars. It always seemed improper to let calligraphy stationery fly in the air and be involved in the war with cultivators.
He kept fiddled with something in his hands while thinking about these difficult questions - now the Old Brush Pen Shop owned plenty of silver taels, and Sangsang had even done things like covering the entire bed with silver taels. At present, silver taels had been changed into notes that did not have so much hand feeling as silver taels. He kept a new tael of snowflake silver, and played with it every day - Snowflake silver was cool and smooth with really good hand feeling. For a poor lad who struck in rich, it was infinitely more comfortable than gadgets like walnuts and stone b.a.l.l.s.
During the following time, Ning Que continued maintaining a clear, bright and kind heart, continuously trying to find natal items that tallied with his Psyche Power and aura. Meanwhile, he succeeded in making the candle sway and extinguished and making a corner of the piece of paper that was affixed to the wardrobe fly, but he still failed to find a suitable object. This situation lasted till late into the night.
Chirping of cicadas and the hot summer remained. The dim bean-shaped candlelight on the table released a constant endless heat, and the master and servant in unlined robes were sitting at the table, staring at each other in silence for a long time.
Sangsang crouched at the edge of the table resting her head on her arm. She opened her willowy eyes to watch the restless silver ingot slowly moving and reflecting the candlelight on the table. She said in an undeniable tone, ”Young master, although this piece of silver does respond violently to your Psyche Power, I still strongly object. If you throw it out and can't get it back when fighting, what shall we do? An ingot of silver is equivalent to twenty-two taels. All our property will be gone in a few years of fighting.”
The next day, Ning Que went to the Academy, and stayed in the old bookstore till midnight before he left. Chen Pipi wriggled out when the bookshelf slightly moved, and Ning Que bounced up to tell him what he had experienced at Lin 47th Street, and then asked a question that seemed important to him, ”Why can't I remember the contents of these books yet?”
”Haven't Senior Sister Yu told you that books on cultivation in the old library are all written by the precedent grand cultivators whose ink had acc.u.mulated their Psyche Power, and that each letter in these books is the best of those Divine Talisman Masters? Only the one who has entered the superior grade state of Seethrough can see through the hidden truth. You're really far from that state now.”
Ning Que remembered the female professor's warning to him and to Xie Chengyun. He scratched his head
before taking a sigh. Suddenly thinking of one thing, he then asked in surprise looking at Chen Pipi, ”Then you... are at the upper state of Seethrough?”
”No,” Chen Pipi answered indifferently with no shame.
Ning Que understood very well the character of this fellow now. It was the calm expression that helped him guess his real state. That might be above the superior grade of Seethrough. He was greatly shocked considering that Lyu Qingchen did not manage to step into the Seethrough State with one foot until he was old and frail. The fat lad in front of him had already surpa.s.sed the Seethrough and entered the Knowing Destiny State!
”You're so young... You... are a unique genius.” he praised, gazing at Chen Pipi's big round face. ”Though you look far from being neither a genius nor a grand cultivator in the Knowing Destiny State, but you really are.”
Chen Pipi was stilled and did not know how to respond, but thinking to himself, ”Are you wors.h.i.+ping or ridiculing me?”
Ning Que was filled with deep respect for him after knowing that this guy was actually a Grand Cultivator. He felt that he was talking with an old man who exhibited celestial behaviors with a white beard, and he said respectfully, ”I mean... Genius, surely you can solve my dyslexia as you're so talented. Please give me some pointers.”
It seemed that Chen Pippi really liked the mild and sweet voice and the overt flattery. He smiled before replying, ”A word needs to be read as a whole, because a word is a world with its own soul. You can avoid being injured by the calligraphic style by deconstructing words with Eight Strokes Calligraphy of Yong, but you can only see some fragments of this world, and that naturally can't be registered in the spiritual world. An ordinary person would have no chance at reading these books without reaching the superior grade state of the Seethrough. In the opinion of a genius like myself, you can probably find some tricks that'll rely much on the Eight Strokes Calligraphy of Yong.
Ning Que moved a bit to his side, and listened with respectful attention.
”You're good at calligraphy, so you can deconstruct these words into strokes with Eight Strokes Calligraphy of Yong. For example, you can try to accidentally remember the order and number of strokes, and then reconstruct them in mind with the method of calligraphy after leaving the old library. Consequently, the word's still that word, but it has already gotten rid of the strutural psyche given by Divine Talisman Masters who copied these books that year.
Ning Que was thoughtful.
Chen Pipi reminded, ”I just put forward a possibility. Whether you can succeed will depend on your countless experiments. The final result may work, but they might not, either.”
”It's better to have an approach than none at all.” Ning Que suddenly remembered the attempt he made last night in accordance with the guide of Chen Pipi. He then excitedly stood up and took out the prepared flint to light up a candle. After putting the candle on the table at the west window, he returned to the original place, and said, ”Please see my results in cultivating.”
Following the words, his middle and index fingers of the right hand merged into a sword, which stabbed the candlelight in the distance after smartly waving his arms. The Psyche Power exuding from the body controlled the Qi of Heaven and Earth, and finally disappeared along the tip of fingers.
No thunderous sign, indication or earthshaking movements was seen. The dim candlelight gently swirled for a few times before regaining its calmness as if it had been blown by the summer wind that had slipped in through the gap of the west window.
Chen Pipi frowned and after a moment of silence, he uttered shaking his head, ”Weak.”
He spent a difficult night cultivating his ability to interact with objects in the Academy and finally learnt this ability, but could only receive the word [ weak ] from his peer. Although he knew the guy was a genius in cultivation, and that his current state was as dim and disdainful as the candlelight on the table in the eyes of the genius, Ning Que felt a little unhappy. He took the silver ingot, and heavily slammed it on the floor in front of them, and said with extreme annoyance, ”Please look at this before giving comments.”
A moment later, Chen Pipi stared at the silver ingot that was slowly trembling and moving on the floor. He then said incredulously, ”Your responses're not bad... How avaricious are you? How much are you fond of money?”
Ning Que forcibly suppressed the pride in his heart and rubbed the spot between his eyes that was starting to hurt due to the excessive output of Psyche Power. He thoughtlessly whispered as mildly as possible, ”I'm not greedy, and the silver ingot knows I always care for them.”