Fighter of the Destiny

If not, nature cannot change it.

There is no such thing as fate, so naturally there is no such thing as changing one's fate against the will of heaven.

Chen Changsheng looked at the last paragraph in the note and was silent for a long time. His mood was hard to describe. He was a little relieved, but mostly confused. Wang Zhice's words were like thunder, exploding in his sea of ​​consciousness. However, unfortunately, they were not spring thunder, which could not bring the spring rain that nourished the earth. On the contrary, they were more like a bell, which made him stop. Wake up from false hope.

This passage was indeed very powerful, but it meant nothing to him - no, it would not be just this notebook - with the strong willpower developed in the past few years of fighting against life and death, Chen Changsheng did not use much After a long time, he calmed down and confirmed that this was not all the night in Lingyan Pavilion.

When Lingyan Pavilion was built, his master, Taoist Ji, was already an important figure in Kyoto. When those heroes were seriously ill and dying, it was his master who treated them, so he must know more secrets and let him go through many hardships. When Wan Ku entered Lingyan Pavilion, he definitely didn't just want to read these words of Wang Zhice.

He stuffed the finished notes into the hilt of his dagger, looked at the box cover on the bluestone wall, looked at the complicated and inexplicable copper wires and densely packed copper pillars, and felt more and more that this picture was very similar to the vast sea of ​​stars in the night sky. Similarly, he did not indulge in this sea. He reached out to pick up the lid of the box and stuffed it into the hilt of the sword.

The notes and the lid were not small enough to fit into the hilt of the sword, but they were forced in like a big tree swallowed by quicksand less than a foot in diameter, or like a big mountain swallowed by a The small black hole sucked in other worlds. Under the soft light of the night pearl, the picture was a bit strange.

After completing these two things, he reached into the bluestone wall and groped carefully in the box. Sure enough, after a while, he found a black stone inside.

This piece of black stone is about half a finger long and slightly slender. Just by looking at it with the naked eye, you can feel its hardness, and the touch from his fingertips also proves this.

Chen Changsheng sat under the corner, raised the black stone in front of the Night Pearl, and observed carefully - if this black stone could be hidden by Wang Zhice in the Lingyan Pavilion together with the notebook, it must not be a mortal object.

The surface of the black stone is smooth, with a mist-like water color. There are no cracks on it. It is completely black. It looks like ink, but more like the sea at night without stars. There is nothing on the surface of the black stone. After looking at it for a long time, , but it seems that there are ink-like waves undulating, giving birth to countless kinds of black of different shades.

Chen Changsheng's eyes fell on the black stone, like falling on a black ocean.

The black ocean is the night sky.

His consciousness came to the night sky.

In the originally dark night sky, countless stars suddenly lit up.

At this time, just like the night of the fateful star, he entered a certain state of nothingness and selflessness, allowing his consciousness to float in the night sky and travel freely among the stars. He didn't know how long it took, but he saw a small red star appearing somewhere in the very distant night sky.

Chen Changsheng looked at the star calmly and felt very comfortable, because it was his life star.

The star was calm, healthy, and full of vitality. It kept spreading bright and pure light into the night sky, and it didn't look like it was about to go out.

He suddenly realized something.

Even if I really die in five years, this star will still shine.

This fact gave him some comfort, but then it gave rise to more sadness and sadness.

There are countless stars in the space surrounding this red star.

He looked at the stars and found that the stars hanging in the night sky were looking at him calmly and indifferently, or in other words, looking at his own little red star.

He suddenly became uneasy and felt strong fear. Just like in Lingyan Pavilion, when he looked at the portraits, he always felt that the people in the portraits were looking at him.

Those people are dead, but they seem to be alive.

These stars are speechless, but they seem to be telling something.

His consciousness did not know that his body was still in Lingyan Pavilion at this time, sitting against the bluestone wall, extremely stiff, like a statue.

The black stone he held between his two fingers suddenly became extremely bright, emitting infinite light and heat. Those lights could not penetrate the doors and windows of Lingyan Pavilion, and only his body could feel the heat.

Chen Changsheng in Lingyan Pavilion began to sweat non-stop, and the sweat evaporated again in an instant, eventually turning into a white mist that surrounded him.

An indescribable strange fragrance was also in the white mist. Fortunately, it was blocked by the edge of the mist and did not spread out at all.

An indescribable and wonderful aura emerged from the depths of the black stone, followed his fingers, entered his body, passed through his Nether Palace, and finally landed in his sea of ​​consciousness.

There was a loud bang in Chen Changsheng's mind! Different from the previous feeling when reading the last paragraph of Wang Zhice's notes, this thunder is more like real thunder!

Countless turbulent waves stirred up in his sea of ​​consciousness, as if the dome was about to be lifted off!

As he leaned against the bluestone wall, his eyes kept trembling faster and faster, he sweated more and more, and the white mist around him became thicker and thicker until his face was obscured.

In the depths of this white mist, he closed his eyes tightly, his eyelids still trembling at high speed. After the spring thunder that resounded through the sea of ​​​​consciousness, countless scenes appeared.

It was a magnificent church, filled with light everywhere. Countless priests knelt on the ground. Hundreds of statues on both sides of the church seemed to become humble in the light.

In the depths of the tide of light, an old man wearing a divine robe and a divine crown held the divine staff tightly in his hand, and said prayers loudly to the stars in the sky above the church. In front of the throne, Kneeling was a slightly fat middle-aged man. As the sacrificial ceremony progressed, starlight projections fell on him, and at the same time an unusually majestic aura returned from his body to the starry sky.

In the deepest part of the starry sky, there are changes. Those changes are so subtle. Some stars become slightly darker, but it is just a moth stretching out its wings to block the sun. Some stars deviate slightly from their position, but they are just Luoshui has grown by the distance of a hair. Even the oldest observatory in the world would be hard-pressed to observe this change, not even the Tianji Pavilion.

In that night sky, the stars moved slightly, becoming darker or lighter. Countless subtle changes merged into one place, and the invisible power structure was also changing. There was a lavender star in the middle that gradually became thicker and brighter. , purple reaches the extreme, and then suddenly bursts into great light!

The Ziwei Emperor Star appeared just like this, and in the human world, the soldiers and horses of Tianliang County came out of Qishan from the east, conquered seventeen cities, solved the siege of Luoyang, captured the mausoleum of Kyoto, and Emperor Taizu officially ascended the throne.

Several years later, tragic sounds of fighting resounded in Kyoto's Baicao Garden. The silent night was broken, and the night sky was torn apart. The stars that had changed their position and brightness gradually dimmed, blood flowed into rivers, brothers killed each other, and there were so many emperors like Taizu. In the end, only one of his outstanding sons survived.

A few years later, after a card game and messing around with several beautiful maids, Emperor Taizu came to the tent covered with vines and looked at the stars in the night sky with a sad smile on his face.

The purple star in the night sky is still dazzling, but it no longer belongs to him, but to his son, the King of Qi who is famous for his benevolence and filial piety, who is now His Majesty Taizong.

The galaxy continues to change, and the twenty-four stars occupying the center of the field shine one after another, seeming to release all the energy accumulated over the ages in just a few decades.

The brightness of the twenty-four stars was so dazzling that no one noticed that the Ziwei Emperor Star, which was surrounded by these stars in the middle, had quietly changed its posture. It only moved slightly when viewed from the ground. In fact, Already heading north, heading straight into the dark night sky.

The demon army was defeated and returned to the north. The human world was at peace. A Lingyan Pavilion was built in Kyoto. A skinny painter was lying on the ground painting non-stop, with a look on his face that looked a little crazy.

His Majesty Emperor Taizong's most loved and respected empress died of illness. His elder brother, Zhao Guogong, who ranked first in the portraits of heroes in Lingyan Pavilion, was sentenced to death. However, in the history books, the cause of his death was the same as that of his sister. Because of the most common disease in Luoxichuan, Zheng Guogong, the only one in the world who dared to scold His Majesty Taizong, died of the illness. Qin Chong and Yu Gong, who were most loyal to His Majesty Taizong, died for unknown reasons, but they died very quickly. Calm, even happy, without any complaints.

The Great Zhou Dynasty was in its prime, but those famous ministers and generals were gradually withering away.

One late autumn, after Wang Zhice attended the funeral of a colleague, he walked silently into the palace, came to Lingyan Pavilion, looked at the portraits on the wall, and finally walked to his own portrait. He quietly looked at himself in the portrait, It was as if he was attending his own funeral in advance, and he smiled and said the words Yin Rong Wanzai.

He hid a box in the bluestone wall next to the portrait, then turned and left.

Wang Zhice in the portrait looked at Wang Zhice walking out of Lingyan Pavilion, smiling and saying nothing.

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Chen Changsheng opened his eyes and woke up. At this moment, the thick fog that had been surrounding him suddenly converged, like a collapse, and fell on his body at a speed that could not be seen clearly by the naked eye, passing through the hospital uniform and through the pores on his skin. into his body.

The mist was originally the sweat he shed. When it returned to his body, it turned into something like water. It turned into countless small streams, which began to moisten the valleys that dried up during the Great Examination, and then moved towards the broken ones. The abyss at the end of the mountains fell, and there was no echo.

Snow fell again from the sky that had been burnt out in the battle with Gou Hanshi. Snowflakes like goose feathers seemed to be slowly but quickly turning the entire wasteland into white again.

Then there were wind and rain coming from all directions, either horizontally or vertically, rising from the blue sky, or rising from the ground, rustling and pitter-pattering, heading towards the lake in the sky. The scene was incomparably magnificent.

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(Tomorrow’s chapter will be updated very late at night because I have to run a long distance during the day. In addition, today I saw some people accusing me of only plagiarizing the history of the Tang Dynasty. I am speechless about this... Did you realize that I am writing about the Tang Dynasty only now? ? Spread your hands and smile. Thinking that my answer may cause those people to ask me why I don’t just write about Tang. I suggest that they ask the relevant departments that stipulate that history is not allowed to be changed or joked about. I want to Is it okay to write fantasy? Tsk~)