This Great Emperor Is Also My Friend

Chapter 32 Du Heng, danger!

“Can the dean be unreasonable?”

“Can the dean do whatever he wants?”

“Where is the law of heaven? Where is the justice?”

Du Heng cursed and walked towards the library.

Soon after, Du Heng came to the library building halfway up the back mountain.

The library, to put it another way, is the library. It contains various classics, poetry and travel notes, and there are many books on practice on the second floor, all of which are theoretical articles.

Du Heng naturally read these materials. It’s just that Du Heng, like other students, had a preliminary understanding of these cultivation theories, but didn’t go into it deeply.

Just now when I heard Jiang Shouzheng’s “spiritual interference”, Du Heng realized that these spiritual theories are not vague principles, they are still useful.

Walking into the library building, Du Heng glanced at it, and… as expected, there was no one in it.

It’s been less than two months since graduation. Unless someone came here to look for information, everyone is busy practicing qigong and there is no time to come over and study.

In the huge library, there are rows of bookshelves full of books.

Du Heng glanced at it and found that… the library was so clean and tidy that there was no even dust.

Turning to look at the reading room in the library, an old man with white beard and hair is sitting on the side of the desk. A chessboard is placed on the desk in front of him, and he is playing chess alone.

This old man, wearing an old Confucian gown, wearing a crown of merit, sitting upright, with a straight back, showing a very “righteous” feeling all over the body.

The sitting posture is very upright, the crown is not biased, the wrinkles on the clothes are neatly arranged, and even the hair hanging down from the ears is even and neat.

At first glance, it is the late stage of “obsessive-compulsive disorder”.

This old scholar in Qingpao is the administrator of the library. When Du Heng came to the library to read books before, he met this “librarian”, but he hadn’t dealt with anything.

“Student Du Heng, met the teacher!”

Du Heng stepped forward and bowed to the white-haired old man, “The disciple is ordered to come to the library to serve. Please show me how to proceed!”

The white-haired old man didn’t lift his head either, but waved his hand to Du Heng.

Okay, this is no arrangement, what do I mean?

“The disciple retire!”

Du Heng got up, turned his head and glanced around. The library was very clean and could be said to be spotless.

With such a librarian in the late stage of obsessive-compulsive disorder, this library will definitely be clean and tidy.

The dean asked me to serve in the library, but…the inside is so clean and tidy, there is no need to sweep the floor, no need to wipe, no need to organize books, I have nothing to do!

Isn’t it better to have nothing to do?

Du Heng smiled, got up and walked to the second floor of the library, ready to look for a book on “spirituality” and “Deva induction”.

On the bookshelf on the second floor, Du Heng found many books about “spirituality” and “Deva induction”.

On the outside is a book “The Spirit is a Thing”, author: Wang Zhengyang.

“Wang Zhengyang? I haven’t heard of it. Maybe he is an unknown person! An unknown person would dare to write a book? The threshold for writing a book is very low!”

He was used to being a “keyboard man” in his previous life, and Du Heng habitually began to complain.

At this time, in the reading room downstairs, the white-haired old man who was playing chess alone suddenly shook his mouth a few times, and several green veins burst out on his forehead.

Du Heng felt a chill inexplicably and fought a cold war all over his body.

what’s the situation?

Why do you suddenly feel a bit cold? Is it going to change? It’s cold?

Forget it, it doesn’t matter.

Du Heng didn’t care, picked up the booklet and walked to the reading room on the second floor, and started reading.

“Heaven and earth have spirit, and all things have spirit.”

“Inspiration gathers and disperses, spiritual interaction, inducing the creation of all things in the world, and evolving sentient beings in the world.”

In this “no name soldier” Wang Zhengyang’s argument, “spirit” is the original material that constitutes the world, and everything in the world is born out of the gathering and dispersing of spirits and spiritual interactions.

As a traverser, Du Heng naturally compared the concept of “spirit” to some kind of “fundamental particle”.

It’s just that the “fundamental particle” of “spirit” is a bit magical.

Spiritual interaction, the gathering and dispersing of spirits, can generate items with various special abilities, such as “Drunk God”. It can also generate all kinds of strange creatures, such as all kinds of strange beasts.

In Wang Zhengyang’s discussion, people are also creatures born because of spiritual interaction and spiritual gathering and dispersal.

It’s just that… human beings are different from different animals and different species. They don’t have the peculiar abilities and magical powers that are inherently possessed by different animals and different species. It requires Houtian practice to gain the corresponding power.

According to Wang Zhengyang, the spirituality of the human body is born in a state of perfect balance, so there is no natural magical powers, but it has unlimited growth potential.

“The spirituality of the human body is naturally perfectly balanced? Nonsense!”

Du Heng curled his lips, “If it is really a perfect balance of spirituality, then… why are there different cultivating aptitudes? There are different talents? How does this difference arise?”

“How can there be an absolute perfect balance? Forget it, this Wang Zhengyang, originally a nameless man, is what he writes? It’s all nonsense!”

With a spit, Du Heng put away the books and got up to return the books.

In the reading room downstairs, the corners of the white-haired old man’s mouth shook a few more times, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out again, and a chess piece held in his hand burst into powder with a pop.

Du Heng…Danger!

“Huh? Why is it a bit cold again?”

There was a shiver inexplicably, Du Heng didn’t know that he was on the road to death.

Returning the book to the shelf, Du Heng picked up another copy of “Mind and Spirituality”.

Picking it up, the author…is Wang Zhengyang again.

“Why is this Wang Zhengyang again?”

Du Heng rolled his eyelids and began to complain again, “This is winning by quantity? As long as I write more books, I can become famous? Well, this may be… the ambition of the unknown man!”

While talking, Du Heng felt an inexplicable chill again.

What’s the situation? Is it so violent?

Du Heng frowned and put the booklet back in his hand. Today’s weather is a bit weird, forget it, I don’t even bother to read a book.

Putting down the book, Du Heng turned and went downstairs, but he didn’t know that he was already on the road to death.

No help, wait for death!

Walking downstairs, Du Heng inexplicably felt that the chill downstairs was a little heavier.

This weather… so weird!

Du Heng shrank his neck and walked out of the door, planning to go back to the dormitory.

“Go and clean the latrine!”

Just walking to the door, the white-haired old man who was playing chess suddenly raised his head and gave Du Heng an order.

“what?”

Du Heng paused, and the expression on his face instantly solidified, “The library service… also includes cleaning the latrine?”

“Not included!”

The white-haired old man curled his mouth and glanced at Du Heng blankly. “When you walked in just now, the first step was your left foot. I hate others first. So… you are fined to clean the latrine for a while. ”

“Huh? That’s OK?”

Du Heng’s eyes widened, “Why don’t you tell me something? If you move your left foot first, you will be punished? Isn’t this deliberately punishing?”

“Yes!”

The white-haired old man nodded earnestly, “Did you just find out? I just punished you on purpose!”

Du Heng rolled his eyes a few times, “What if I…not follow?”

“You can try!” The white-haired old man didn’t lift his head either.

“Try it!”

With a loud shout, Du Heng stepped on his feet, his figure sprang up, and rushed towards the outside of the library.

Then… a halo suddenly flashed in front of my eyes, showing a mountain phantom.

With a “bang”, Du Heng bumped his head against the phantom of the mountain.

Sure enough… try to die!