120 The Forgotten Semester Exam (1/2)
Chapter 120: The Forgotten Semester Exam
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Awakened from a dream at night, Ning Que effaced the sweat on his forehead. While sitting on the bed and watching the sleeping Sangsang beside him, he subconsciously stretched out his fingers to gently touch her frowning eyebrows, and then became lost in thought.
Reflection made no sense for this strange and frightening dream. After a moment of silence, he left the contents of the dream behind, even not willing to memorize it. He stood up to pour a cup of cold tea and slowly drank. Listening to the loud discussion from the narrow alleys in the back of the yard, he knew it was still early and people were still enjoying the shade.
”What he sees is the reflection of the Primordial Qi from the nature in his heart, and the purer this cultivator's psyche of meditation is, the farther range of Primordial Qi he can sense.”
He was too excited during the day, but now he was completely calmed down. Thinking of the old man Lyu Qingchen's argument on the road, he found himself forgetting the most important issue—When he went into the Initial Awareness State, how much did he feel the Qi of Heaven and Earth, rainwater, or a stream, or a shallow pond, or a river or... the sea?
Now was not the first time that he entered the Initial Awareness State. He did not know whether the sensed Qi of Heaven and Earth world could still be regarded as a real projection. After a moment of thinking, Ning Que slowly closed his eyes, calmly resting his hands on his knees, and re-entered the meditation state to pass his thoughts over to the Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow, and then scattered them all over his body.
After a brief moment, his cautious meditation in the spiritual world had been transitioned to the Perception State in the real world. He opened his eyes and extended his right hand into the air, as if trying to catch the faint candlelight. At that point, he reconfirmed that he could clearly sense the Qi atmosphere in the eaves, walls, and the air. Besides, he shockingly confirmed what he had felt...
He thought it was the sea, the quiet sea.
The old man Lyu Qingchen once said: ”The most powerful cultivator in the world today, who is considered the most likely to break through to the five states, the vulgar South Jin Kingdom Sage of Sword, Liu Bai, sensed the surging Yellow River in the beginning of his cultivation.” Ning Que had said at that time: ”If someone could sense the sea, would this man be a cultivation genius more powerful than the South Jin Kingdom Sage of Sword?”
For more than 10 years, he kept his meditation when he ate, gambled, read, wrote, slept, rode a horse, killed people, and went committing arson. This lad's spiritual world contained a great deal of extremely pure Psyche Power. When he finally went through 10 acupoints out of 17 in the Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow, his accumulated Psyche Power finally ran out through the passage, and turned into a sonorous and forceful musical song.
The Breath of Nature felt the song. Although the number of holes in the body's vertical bamboo flute was still small and the song was a bit sluggish, it felt the power of each note in the song.
However, this power was so concentrated as to make the Breath of Nature produce a certain sense of exclusion. If the Breath of Nature Ning Que had felt was like the sea, then the Psyche Power he used to sense the Breath of Nature was like a tempered iron needle that was extremely small, but very hard and sharp.
This sharp iron needle gently fell into the sea, causing no waves or sounds, but easily and silently penetrated the water surface with an infinite depth and then slowly fell into the dark abyss in silence.
Ning Que did not know these very specific issues or think about any negative things. Just like a boy that had cried for an entire half a year hugging his mother's thigh and finally getting the new toy he had been longing for, Ning Que spent all night in constant meditation with the use of Psyche Power to feel that kind of novel and wonderful Qi.
He kept weaving his palm in the air, trying to seize the bleak candlelight in the shabby room and to influence the bean-shaped candlelight on the table. Though he did not succeed, it did not affect his interest at all and he repeated the movement.
It was wonderful that the next morning, as he left Old Brush Pen Shop, he did not look haggard because of being awake all night. Instead, he looked very well and healthy. Maybe a blithe heart made a blooming visage?
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Ning Que rode the horse carriage to the Academy and watched the green meadow, the lush green trees, the clouds flowing over the mountains, the beautiful oriental morning light, the black and white buildings, and eaves shrouded by the clouds. In his eyes, there was a beautiful halo over the world, and the Academy mountain that had already been very beautiful became even more charming, which made him want to laugh louder.
Because of his excellent mood, in the face of classmates who just came down from their horse carriages and students who held pancakes in one hand and books in the other hand at the Academy, he changed from his usual alienating temperament and stepped forward to greet them. However, today the Academy's atmosphere was a bit strange. More accurately, the atmosphere around Ning Que was a little strange. Classmates seemed to be not interested in his greeting and some students came from a distance and circled around to face him and gossiped with contempt.
Ning Que confusedly went into Classroom Three and then surprisingly found that those relatively familiar classmates also behaved very weirdly, all casting a strange eye at him. Suppressing the doubt in his heart, he nodded to Situ Yilan in the front row and walked to his own seat.
Situ Yilan looked down at yesterday's review papers arranged by math, as if not seeing his action. But when he passed by, she turned back to look at Ning Que's back, and shook her head with a sigh.
I took two days off. Why do I feel that people see me with different eyes?