Chapter 183 What is the point of copying books?
The next day.
Green Bamboo Courtyard.
After a whole day of copying books and practicing, the nine people had various feelings in their hearts.
The more I copied the book, the more boring and unclear my direction became.
Generally speaking, if they are practicing, they will choose a practice direction that suits them and have clear goals.
In this way, they will have a benchmark to determine what standards they can achieve in a day, a week, a month, or even a year.
But copying books does not have this goal at all.
The only goal is probably just the tenth one set by Jiang Ming.
But in the process, they did not personally experience the significance of copying books.
Several people even copied books without sleep for the whole day. By the next day, three or four people had completed the task assigned by Jiang Ming.
After finishing it, I felt like I was cheated by a liar and I didn't make any progress at all.
"What's the point of copying books? I've already copied them all, and there's absolutely no result."
"At first I thought there was something in the book worth exploring, but now I see that I was overthinking."
"Is Jiang Ming playing tricks on us?"
Nine people sat in the main hall, discussing their own experiences.
But the more they communicated, the more they felt that something was a little strange.
But in the end they didn't think much about it. Jiang Ming couldn't produce anything anyway, so they would never stay here for long!
"Huh?"
At this time, Qin Cailan looked at Song Baiyi who was sitting next to her, with something strange in her eyes.
Because Song Baiyi was still copying books.
From yesterday until late at night and then to today during the day, Song Baiyi has been copying books without stopping.
They had clearly all finished copying, so why was Song Baiyi still copying?
With her focused attitude, she should have finished copying long ago, so why is she still writing so quickly?
But she was too embarrassed to disturb Song Baiyi.
Just as they were arguing and expressing their confusion about the task assigned by Jiang Ming, two people slowly walked in from the main hall door.
Xiao Lingran was seen skipping and jumping to the last empty table, while Jiang Ming also walked to the front and glanced at everyone.
It was when Jiang Ming's gaze fell down that Song Baiyi put down the pen in her hand.
"Wow, it seems like everyone is pretty fast. It's such a thick book, and several people have already finished copying it?" Jiang Ming said in surprise.
When everyone heard this, a dark line appeared on their faces.
Do you know such a thick book? If they didn't want to know what tricks Jiang Ming was playing and he was the person chosen by the leader himself, they would have run away long ago!
"Mr. Jiang, here are the sect rules that I copied ten times. Please take a look." Fang Zijian was relatively polite and handed over the pile of copied white papers in a proper manner.
Jiang Ming took it casually, smiled and nodded.
"Mr. Jiang, I copied this ten times!"
“…”
At one time, three people handed in the copied sect rules.
The others looked on, each with different feelings in their eyes.
They had copied it several times, and two of them had copied it for the ninth time. But today, they wanted to know what their next task would be after copying it for the tenth time.
When Jiang Ming piled these white papers that were taller than him in front of him, he waved his hand.
call--
Suddenly, a strong wind blew out of nowhere in the main hall, and the white papers with the copied sect rules seemed to have spirits, floating above their heads and aligning in one place!
Seeing this method, the disciples below also frowned slightly.
"Not bad, it was completed flawlessly." Jiang Ming nodded approvingly.
"I wonder what Mr. Fang wants us to do next?" Fang Zijian didn't care about the praise. He wanted to know more about what they were going to do next.
"Next step?"
Jiang Ming folded his hands and said with a thoughtful expression: "Since ten times are so easy to complete, let's accumulate them and copy them a hundred times."
The words fell.
Those disciples who were originally wondering how Jiang Ming had accomplished what he had just done, at this moment, almost all had disbelief in their eyes and locked their eyes on Jiang Ming.
What the hell?
Copy it a hundred times? ? Are you kidding me!
Even though Fang Zijian almost couldn't control his temper, he finally held it back.
"Mr. Jiang, I'm curious about the significance of your doing this."
"When I was copying these sect rules, I didn't realize there was anything worth exploring. Apart from adding a few more impressions to the sect rules that were once drawn up, it seemed to have no meaning."
Fang Zijian asked.
This is the question that other disciples also want to ask.
Hearing this, Jiang Ming said calmly: "Just because I didn't find anything doesn't mean it's meaningless. Since I asked you to copy it down, there must be a reason for it. As for the result, I will explain it when the time comes. If I tell you now, there is no need to copy it down."
After these words were spoken, the disciples were speechless for a moment.
However, after hearing this news, Chen Ran, who had been feeling hopeless, seemed to have found life again.
Originally he thought he was the only one who had to copy it a hundred times, but now everyone else has to copy it a hundred times!
For a moment, he suddenly felt that life was not so dark after all.
"Any other questions?" Jiang Ming asked.
The disciples below remained silent.
They still thought of that sentence a hundred times in their minds, and even wanted to rush up and beat Jiang Ming up! But they knew that Jiang Ming's strength was not as simple as it seemed, and they had witnessed it with their own eyes in the dojo that day.
If you stir up trouble now, won’t you just get beaten? But Gu Yin was a straightforward person. Seeing that no one else said anything, he stood up directly.
"Jiang Ming! Although I recognize your strength, it doesn't mean you can always use this method to play us around!"
"Yesterday it was ten times, today it was a hundred times, who knows if it will be a thousand or ten thousand times in the future! What can we do with this year of practice? How can this improve our strength?"
"We are here to improve our strength faster, not to be your copybook tools!"
Gu Yin just blurted out all the angry words in his heart.
It was this sentence that made everyone else look at Gu Yin, and they couldn't help but want to give him a thumbs up.
A real man...
However, in the face of Gu Yin's words, Jiang Ming did not get angry, but nodded calmly.
"What you said does make sense. How about this, if you find copying books boring, you can come to my other courtyard to practice alone. It should help improve your strength and cognition." Jiang Ming said.
When everyone heard this, a strange light flashed in their eyes.
Could it be that this guy has really come to his senses? Are there other ways for them to improve their strength?
But Chen Ran looked at Jiang Ming with a strange expression.
For some reason, he always felt that Jiang Ming's words were somewhat unreliable...
(End of this chapter)
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