Fighter of the Destiny

The fence was knocked down, and the night wind could flow in and out more easily. The temperature around the thatched house became a little lower. Compared with the starlight shining in the courtyard, the oil lamp in the house looked particularly dim. Chen Changsheng walked to the yard and looked at the stone The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Xun Mei was a powerful person with astonishing talents back then. Now she has been observing monuments in the Tomb of Heaven's Book for more than 30 years. Her cultivation has grown to an unknown extent. Naturally, she knew that these young men came behind her and said, "It's not that I don't dare." , and there’s nothing to be embarrassed about, but I know I’m not as good as him now, so what’s the point of going out?”

Zhexiu had been expelled from the tribe since he was a child and had to survive and grow in battles. Although he knew that this middle-aged man was extremely powerful, he still could not accept this attitude and said in a deep voice: "How do you know that you are not as good as the opponent if you haven't fought before? Is there any point in trapping myself in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books?"

Xun Mei's voice became a little lonely: "I have been in Tianshu Mausoleum for thirty-seven years. I have not communicated with the outside world. I have given up the calligraphy and painting that I loved most when I was young. I only want to eat to fill my stomach, and sleep just to keep warm. I have put all my I spent all my time observing monuments, enlightening myself, practicing and meditating, but I still couldn’t catch up with him. I also wanted to know what the meaning of life is.”

"Do you know Wang Po's current level?" Tang Sanliu was a little surprised and said, "I thought you would ask us if there is no time in the mountains."

"Every year after the imperial examination, new people come to Tianshu Mausoleum. Every once in a while, senior brother will send people to see me. I don't care much about other worldly affairs and don't care who becomes the emperor, but I really want to know Wang Po's current situation. , so I know where he is now, where he is every year.”

Xun Mei stood up, looked at the night outside Tianshu Mausoleum and the faint lights of Kyoto, and said: "The year I entered Tianshu Mausoleum, he was the top of the Qingyun List, and the next thing I knew, he was ranked second on the Midas List. , later he entered the Xiaoyao list and was ranked in front of Xiao Zhang again. I think he should be very happy at that moment."

Tianliang King Po and Painted Armor Xiao Zhang were celebrities from an era earlier than Chen Changsheng and the others. Their status is similar to that of Qiu Shanjun now. He is already a real powerhouse in the mainland today. Xun Mei should also have the same illustrious status as them. However, because he watched the monument in the Tomb of Heavenly Books and never went out, he was gradually forgotten by the mainland, at least people like Chen Changsheng did not know about it.

"If you hadn't stayed in the Tomb of Heaven's Book, your name would definitely be on the Xiaoyao List, and you would most likely be ranked in the top five." Tang Sanliu looked at him and said.

Xun Mei turned around, looked at the three teenagers and said: "The top five... are indeed very prestigious, but they are not number one after all, they will be ranked behind him, right?"

Tang Thirty-Six couldn't understand this mentality and said, "Then can you find peace by staying in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books and being forgotten by the world?"

"The Tomb of Heavenly Books is possible, it is the only possibility for me to surpass Wang Po."

The chill between Xun Mei's brows is getting thicker and thicker, but it's not daunting. It just seems more determined: "As long as I stay in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books and continue to observe the monuments and understand the Tao, one day, I will be able to successfully go there." On the top of the Heavenly Book Mausoleum, when I fully understand the true meaning of Heavenly Way, how can Wang Po still be my opponent on that day?"

The courtyard was quiet. Some unknown small animal got out from the fallen fence and made a rustling sound, seeming to express its objection to this statement.

"Senior, how many monuments have you seen in the past thirty-seven years?" Chen Changsheng suddenly asked.

Listening to this question, Xunmei frowned slightly, lowered his head and thought about it seriously, and then said: "In the first year, it took me three months to understand the seventeen monuments. That summer, there was a heavy rain. There was a heavy rain, and the speed slowed down after that, and in winter, we saw five or six more?”

Thirty-seven years in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books was so long that he had forgotten many of the details of those earliest days and needed to recall them carefully before he could recall them. He seriously recalled the snow and rain, and said: "I saw four monuments in the second year, and three in the third year? I can't remember clearly."

He shook his head, looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "I really can't remember the total number."

"But it is obvious that you, senior, are viewing the monuments at a slower and slower speed." Chen Changsheng hesitated for a moment and then said: "Forgive me for being rude, maybe you can't remember how many monuments you have viewed in the past thirty-seven years, but you should I can remember that it has been many years since I was able to read the inscription on a monument."

Xun Mei's body trembled slightly, her face became a little pale, and her old clothes full of oil stains trembled slightly in the night wind.

"It only took three months to read the inscriptions on seventeen stone tablets. This kind of talent and understanding is really admirable and remarkable. I believe that if that stone house had not been destroyed by His Majesty Taizong, we would have I should see your name on it, senior, but..."

Tang Sanliu shook his head and said: "Since your innate understanding can only go so far, why do you have to continue to suffer here? I remember very clearly that Wang Po only spent one year in the Tomb of Heaven's Book. After looking at thirty-one stone monuments, we left."

Xun Mei's eyes suddenly brightened, like a child eager to express herself, and she kept saying: "Although I can't remember how many stone tablets I have read in total, I am very sure that there must be more than thirty-one! I’ve seen more stone tablets than him!”

"So what?"

Tang Sanliu was once a student of Tiandao Academy. Looking at this sloppy middle-aged man, he subconsciously wanted to help him. Hearing these words, he couldn't help but feel a little sad and sighed: "With Wang Po's talent and understanding, if he also If he continues to stay in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books for a few more years, he will definitely be able to read a few more stone tablets. But why did he leave resolutely? It is because he knows where his limit is. If he continues to stay here, even if he can read a few more stone tablets, he will be able to read a few more stone tablets. The time spent in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books is not proportional, it is a waste."

Xun Mei was a little angry when she heard this, but found that she didn't know how to refute. She was stunned for a moment, and the courtyard in front of the thatched house became extremely quiet again.

"You mean... I spent all these years in the Mausoleum of Heaven's Book wasting my life?"

He shook his head and said in a slightly trembling voice: "No! His talent and understanding are far better than mine. Apart from the Tomb of Heavenly Books, what else can help me surpass him? Yes, he is still above me now, but if I can’t surpass him outside the Mausoleum of Heaven’s Book, so what hope do I have after leaving the Mausoleum of Heaven’s Book?”

"The stone tablets in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books can help us practice, but there are also many things outside the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books that can help us practice. Otherwise, why would Wang Po become so powerful?"

Zhexiu, who had been silent until now, suddenly spoke.

Xun Mei frowned and said, "What can be found outside the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven that can help us practice better than those stone tablets containing supreme meaning?"

"There are many."

Zhe Xiu said with an indifferent expression: "Battle, wind and rain, the heaven and earth itself, poverty and cold, and most importantly, there is life and death outside the Tomb of Heavenly Books."

Xun Mei opened her mouth slightly and was speechless for a long time.

Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng felt a lot of emotion in his heart. It was obvious that Zhe Xiu was just a young man, and his level of strength was far behind Xun Mei, but at this moment he was talking to Xun Mei like a teacher educating a child - in The wolf cub who grew up in the snowfield has a more realistic and accurate understanding of the world than the monk who has spent thirty-seven years in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books.

"But...this is thirty-seven years..."

Xunmei turned around and looked at the Tomb of Heaven's Book in the night, looking a little confused, and said to herself: "There are many stone tablets on it that I can't understand, and I don't know how to read them. I really want to know. If I can climb the On the top of the mausoleum, if you understand those tablets and grasp the true meaning of heaven, you will definitely be able to defeat Wang Po. How can I be willing to leave like this?"

After saying this, he shook his head with a wry smile and walked out of the courtyard.

The starlight fell on the courtyard and also on his hair. I don't know if it was a problem with the light. Chen Changsheng always felt that he saw a few white hairs. For a while, the night breeze seemed to be a little cooler. ,

"Where is he going?"

Looking at Xun Mei's somewhat forlorn back and slightly staggering steps, Chen Changsheng was a little worried that he might have been too mentally stimulated.

Tang Thirty-Six said with some pity: "It should be to go to the Tomb of Heavenly Books to see the monument... In the past thirty-seven years, maybe he has lived like this every night."

The starlight is very bright, so it may be difficult to write on, but it is fine for viewing the monument. Moreover, there are faint lights in the Tomb of Heavenly Books, so I guess there are many people watching the monument at night with lights on.

"He's not going to view the monument."

The expression on Zhe Xiu's face suddenly changed. He looked at Xun Mei, who was gradually disappearing into the night forest, and said, "The road to view the monument is in the north of the mausoleum, and he is heading south."

Tang Thirty-Six was startled and said, "Did you get confused because you went the wrong way?"

Chen Changsheng regretted a little and said: "Senior is in the mausoleum and may be a little unclear, but the situation is different. What we think is correct may not make sense to him. And we are juniors after all, and what we said before is Isn’t it too much?”

"Wrong is wrong, and a waste of life is a waste of life. It has nothing to do with seniors and juniors." Zhexiu said expressionlessly.

"Well... I want to follow you and have a look. I hope nothing happens."

Chen Changsheng walked towards the fence, and Tang Sanliu followed him. Zhexiu looked at the fence lying on the ground in a daze for a while, and then left the thatched house.

This thatched cottage is located in the southwest of Tianshu Mausoleum. After passing the forest and walking a short distance to the south, you can hear the roar of dozens of waterfalls in the south of the mausoleum.

In the night, Xun Mei's figure could be vaguely seen. The three teenagers followed him and walked through the water foam like spring rain before arriving at the stone flat full of shallow channels.

Starlight falls on the stone flats, and the clear water in the canal sways gently. The picture is very beautiful.

Xunmei stepped through those shallow canals, splashing water and wetting her clothes, but she didn't care and seemed a little lost.

He came to the Shinto and looked up at the top of the Tianshu Mausoleum, looking slightly confused.

Thirty-seven years, countless days and nights, he just wanted to go there, but unfortunately he could never go there.

Although this divine path leads directly to the top of Tianshu Mausoleum, he has no way to walk up it.

Because the man was wearing armor and sitting quietly in the pavilion in front of the Shinto.

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(I’m in a bad mood today, so that’s it for this chapter. I’ll write 8,000 words tomorrow and try to make the next plot coherent. The next part is a scene I particularly like. Of course I didn’t go to Lingnan to play basketball, but At this time, it suddenly occurred to me that the things in the core are actually the same.)