Fighter of the Destiny

I don't know how much time passed, but Chen Changsheng estimated that it would be early morning. He stood up and signaled that Heilong's study for the night was over.

The black dragon's mood was obviously not too high, but he mercifully didn't stop him from leaving.

He looked up at the dome of the underground space. The bottom of the abandoned well was just an inconspicuous black spot from the ground, with no morning light leaking into it.

How to get up there?

He remembered the process of leaving the underground space last time, his expression condensed slightly, and he took off all his clothes as quickly as possible and put them away. He was so focused on preparing for what was to come later that he did not notice that during this process, there was clearly a look of disgust and nervousness in Heilong's eyes.

A bright light flashed, and Chen Changsheng's body disappeared from the ground.

The black dragon looked up at the ground, its beard fluttering lightly, not saying goodbye, but saying you have to come back soon.

The next moment, Chen Changsheng returned to the ground.

It's still the side hall in the palace, and it's still the pond.

He walked from the pool to the shore. Seeing no one around, he quickly took out his clothes and put them on.

The morning light was slightly cold and the wind was blowing from the side of the temple. In such a short period of time, he was quite frozen. Even though his muscles and bones had been tortured by the medicinal soup for many years, he was still unable to bear it.

What’s next?

He crossed his arms and recalled the route that night, when he suddenly saw the black sheep on the other side of the pond.

He froze slightly and gradually loosened his hands - whenever he didn't know where to go, the black sheep would appear. I didn't meet the middle-aged woman by the pool today, but I still saw the black sheep. He felt more and more strange, always feeling that there was some hidden connection between these things.

But he didn't know who to ask, and if he asked the black sheep, he would definitely not get an answer.

He walked across the pool. The black sheep gently nudged his knee, and began to guide him the way as he had done a few times before. I don't know if it was because it was still early, or for some other reason, but there was no one in the palace in the early morning, not even the servants sweeping the courtyard. No one was seen. One person and one sheep walked to the palace wall smoothly.

There are ivy on the palace wall, and an old door is hidden among the ivy. There is a lock on the door.

The black sheep has a key hanging around his neck.

Chen Changsheng took off the key and opened the lock, pushed the door open and walked into the quiet passage. It didn't take long for him to return to the National Education Academy.

This is not the door that the middle-aged woman walked through, but the door that Mo Yu walked through.

Chen Changsheng wanted to tie the key back to Black Sheep's neck, but Black Sheep tilted his head slightly to express his refusal.

He thought silently for a while, said thank you, and put the key away solemnly.

Black Sheep walked back to the palace and the old door closed again.

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For the next few days, life seemed peaceful. The Holy Queen's instructions were accurately conveyed to all the forces in Kyoto through Mo Yu. The gate of the National Education Academy was still not repaired, and no one dared to make trouble. The Golden Rule took over the role of the gate. He held the teapot and placed it on the bamboo chair. Falling down means the door is closed.

As before, Chen Changsheng studied diligently and practiced every day, but in order to prepare for the imperial examination, he made some corresponding adjustments, such as reading some test papers from the last imperial examination, and then he took Tang Sanliu and Xuanyuan Po with him. I went to the Herb Garden next door and got a lot of herbs again. The injury on Xuanyuan Po's right arm has completely healed. Chen Changsheng has found a technique that suits him, but he doesn't know how much progress he can make by the time of the imperial examination.

As the most favored young master of the Tang family in Wenshui, Tang Sanliu participated in the imperial examination and naturally received great attention from the family. Although the old man expressed great indignation in his letter that he dropped out of the Tiandao Academy without authorization, The supplies prepared for him have not decreased at all, but have increased a lot. It seems that the Tang family is very aware of the recent events in Kyoto and knows the current situation of the National Education Academy.

In addition, the Academic Affairs Office also provided a lot of convenience for the National Education College to participate in the imperial examination. Reverend Xin personally came forward and completed all the procedures. Of course, it was Luo Luozuo who made the greatest contribution. She refined all the medicinal herbs sent by Chen Changsheng into elixirs according to the method, and sent them all to the National Education Academy together with many other things.

Everything was ready and seemed to be waiting for the date of the imperial examination to arrive, but in the meantime, a small episode occurred.

One early morning in early winter, Chen Changsheng finished his routine of using starlight to cleanse his marrow. He returned to the small building from the library and saw Mo Yu again. Miss Mo Yu's waterfall-like black hair was still scattered around her shoulders, but she was not sleeping soundly. Instead, she stood beside the bed with her hands on her hips, her face full of anger, like a resentful woman who wanted to quarrel.

Chen Changsheng has seen this look many times recently, and he sees it every day when he calls Tang Sanliu to wake up. He knows that this is called getting up, or that he hasn't slept well.

What's wrong?

Although the National Education Academy and Mo Yu had a hostile relationship, he was still curious as to why she looked like this. He remembered clearly that there were new herbs in the pillow, which were very helpful for calming the mind.

Mo Yu lifted up the quilt on his bed, pointed at the crystal stones scattered on the bed, and said angrily: You just made it clear that you don't want me to come to sleep, but why do you want to put so many stones to disturb me?

Yes, not yes, but in her opinion, Chen Changsheng did this just to respond to herself.

Chen Changsheng didn't understand. Those crystals were sent to the National Education Academy by the Wenshui Tang family and Luoluo. They contained a lot of jade beauty. If you hold the crystals while meditating, you can greatly speed up the absorption of starlight, so That's why he stuffed these crystal stones under the quilt.

For the imperial examination, he would not miss any detail.

I have added two more layers of quilts and tried them myself. I can't feel them at all. He explained to Mo Yu.

Mo Yu couldn't help but be speechless, thinking that if he knew that Pingguo could be stung by a pea at the bottom and couldn't fall asleep despite being separated by ten quilts, he would definitely not be able to understand.

Snowflakes suddenly fell outside the window. It was the first snow.

There was sudden silence inside the window. The two looked at each other speechlessly, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

Only then did Mo Yu realize that his resentment was unreasonable, and Chen Changsheng also remembered that he didn't need to give any explanation at all.

This is his room and his bed. There is no friendship between him and her. On the contrary, they are enemies.

Mo Yu left, and she never came to the National Education Academy again until the imperial examination. It seemed that she finally understood how ridiculous she was doing.

However, the next day, Chen Changsheng discovered that his pillow and bedding were missing.

Is this okay? He lifted up his sleeve and smelled it, finding that there was no smell.

But why do Luoluo and Heiyang both like to smell themselves? Now even people like Miss Mo Yu...

Chen Changsheng couldn't feel any sense of pride. As someone with a slight mysophobia, the thought of Mo Yu hugging his quilt to sleep every night made him find it a bit hard to accept.

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As time goes by, the surprise brought by the first snow has disappeared. Kyoto has long been tired of seeing snow falling every day. Autumn is passing and the winter solstice is getting colder, and the day of the imperial examination is getting closer and closer.

Chen Changsheng knew that he could no longer hesitate, so he stopped hesitating.

A few days before the imperial examination, he left the National Education College and came to Beixinqiao under the cover of the early morning wind and snow without telling anyone. Fallen leaves like golden leaves are covered with snow. Kyoto's famous scenery can only wait for the coming year. There are no traces of tourists. Except for the imperial army in the distance and the faint traces left by flying chariots in the snowy sky, there is nothing here. No.

It's not that there is nothing. In the distance, there is a palace man wearing furs, walking with two snow mastiffs.

The Snow Mastiff is not a dog, it is a powerful monster that dares to fight with strong human practitioners. It is produced in the Black Rock Mountain outside Snow Old City. It likes cold and hates heat, and I don’t know how it can survive in Kyoto. Of course, those who can raise snow mastiffs are definitely not ordinary people. These two snow mastiffs are not white, one is slightly yellow. The snow fell heavily, the yellow mastiff gradually turned white, and the white mastiff gradually became swollen.

In front of the palace wall, there is a vast expanse of white snow, the country is unified, and there is a black hole in the ground.

That's the wellhead.

Chen Changsheng walked to the well, glanced at the palace man and the two snow mastiffs in the distance, made sure that he was not noticed, and jumped down.

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There is continuous wind and snow on the ground, and there is always wind and snow underground. The wind and snow come from every breath of the black dragon.

Chen Changsheng has seen the black dragon several times in the past few days. He is no longer as nervous as he was at the beginning. He doesn't even know how to stand or how to move his hands.

The black dragon was very satisfied with his understanding of dragon language and extremely dissatisfied with the frequency with which he came to learn. However, even though it was a dragon, it knew the significance of the Great Examination to humans, so it was not easy to ask too much of him.

The dragon's beard danced lightly, sweeping away all the ice and snow shards on the ground in front of Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng skillfully took out a few oil paper bags and a few common novels on the market, and placed them on the ground.

The oil paper was untied, and inside were roasted lamb, roasted chicken, roasted deer tail, braised beef tongue, and a steamed two-headed fish.

“Leave the tongue to me,” he said.

Thinking that the black dragon had been imprisoned underground for hundreds of years, lonely and pitiful, and had not eaten for a long time, Chen Changsheng would bring some food every time he came to see it.

Of course, these foods cannot satisfy the black dragon and satisfy his hunger.

At the beginning, Black Dragon sneered at this, as if I had eaten human flesh in the palace without batting an eyelid, but when he actually ate it, he was not polite.

I made a decision.

Chen Changsheng waited patiently for the black dragon to finish tasting the food at an extremely slow speed before he began to speak.

The black dragon looked at him like an idiot.

After meeting him several times in the past, it already knew what Chen Changsheng wanted to do.

Lowly human beings can only have a weak body. If they fail to cleanse the marrow successfully, they will only die if they take a photo first.

Although it didn't pay much attention when it was studying with its father, it still understood such simple principles.

In fact, Chen Changsheng also knew that this was basically impossible to succeed, because he had never seen any successful precedent in the Three Thousand Daozang.

But he had to do this because the imperial examination was coming soon.

He must get the first place in the imperial examination. Only in this way can he meditate in Lingyan Pavilion for a night.

Only in this way can he have the opportunity to change his destiny.

Only in this way can he possibly live beyond twenty years old.

If not, there is no difference between being twenty and fifteen.

Yes, in the boring and monotonous practice and study, he is already fifteen years old.

Twenty years old minus fifteen years old, there are five years left.

Five hundred years minus twenty years is still almost five hundred years.

He wants to gamble five years for five hundred years.

He really wants to live another five hundred years.

Looking at Chen Changsheng's expression, Heilong knew that he was serious this time.

The black dragon's eyes gradually became serious, and it was ready to prevent this from happening.

If you die, who will talk to me, and who will do the work for me?

Chen Changsheng didn't say a word, just looked at it quietly, so it knew that he couldn't stop it.

The black dragon's eyes became a little violent.

Chen Changsheng took off the dagger from his waist, looked at it and said, If I die...

The black dragon looked at the dagger and his eyes became solemn.

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said: Forget it, if you die, you will die. There is no point in leaving any words.

The black dragon's eyes gradually changed from serious to calm, and finally only admiration remained.

Any life that can face death calmly and challenge death is worthy of admiration.

No matter it is a dragon, a demon, a monster, a human, or even a sparrow.

It remembers what its father said to itself.

Because of admiration, it no longer tried to stop Chen Changsheng. The dragon's beard lightly touched his eyebrows, and then retracted it.

Chen Changsheng sat down and picked up the beef tongue that Heilong had specially left for him.

When he was ten years old, after knowing that he would not live until twenty years old, he never ate such unhealthy but delicious food as beef tongue.

He ate and tasted it carefully, looking quite satisfied.

After eating the beef tongue and drinking some water, he picked up some snow from beside him, wiped his hands clean, and rubbed his face to make himself more awake.

After making all these preparations, he closed his eyes and began to sit for the photo.

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(The two dogs are of course because of Zhang Dayou. The picture is really suitable. I oiled my hands. Of course, it makes sense to appear. It’s Monday again in the blink of an eye. Please vote for Zetianji with your recommendation votes. , thank you, thank you.)