Fighter of the Destiny

I don't know how long it took, Chen Changsheng woke up, feeling refreshed. He sat down and looked inside, only to find that all the injuries from the imperial examination had been healed, but he looked at the black patch on his palm. Shi Shi was silent for a long time, his mood not very high.

He vaguely understood that this black stone was what he was looking for. Taoist Ji asked him to enter Lingyan Pavilion. Apart from Wang Zhice's notes, the black stone was the key. According to Wang Zhice, this black stone might have been given to him by Emperor Taizu before his death, and it might have a lot to do with the secret of changing one's fate against the will of heaven.

The black stone was very important, but he still only thought about Wang Zhice's notes.

After that spring thunder passed, countless storms arose in the sea of ​​consciousness. He saw countless scenes and compared them with Wang Zhice's records, which made him understand a lot, although he still could not draw a conclusion.

Changing one's destiny against the will of heaven means changing the position or brightness of the destiny star in the night sky, thereby changing one's position and role in the world, and... position is relative.

If you cannot change your own position or brightness, then changing the position and brightness of the stars in the surrounding night sky can also produce the same effect. In the same way, if you want to change your own destiny, you should first change the destiny of those people in your life. The closer the relationship between those people and you, the more their destiny changes will affect your own. Destiny changes.

Such as father and son.

Like brothers.

Such as monarchs and ministers.

This fact is cold.

Chen Changsheng was not sure whether the scenes he saw were from the real past or imaginary. Throughout the night, his body was wet with sweat and then dried again. When he woke up, he felt very cold.

If those bloody and cold scenes were the historical truth, were all the two generations of heroes in the Zhou Dynasty such cold-blooded people? Is it worth paying such a high price and doing such a terrible thing to change one's life? Then he thought, if the Holy Queen was the third person to successfully change her destiny against the will of heaven, then what kind of heavy price did she pay for it?

Are the bloody and cruel rumors that have been circulating among the people true for a long time? Was her first son poisoned to death by someone sent by the former queen, or was he muffled to death by the Holy Queen's own hands as the rumors said? Most of the children she gave birth to did not live past the age of six. Was it because the environment in the palace was too dangerous, or was it possible that this was some kind of sacrifice? Sacrifice to the stars?

Chen Changsheng's body is getting colder and colder. He doesn't want to think about it anymore, because he doesn't dare to think about it anymore. He can be calm in the face of the shadow of death, but for the truth of the world hidden behind the sun, fifteen At the age of 10, he still didn't dare to get too close, and he wanted to leave here.

It was still dark in Lingyan Pavilion, and there was no light from the doors and windows. He could not determine the time, but he knew very well that it was already five o'clock, which was the time he got up every day.

He got up and finished the bluestone wall. Lingyan Pavilion is a forbidden area in the deep palace, and it will only be opened two or three times a year at most. I wonder if the gap cut by the dagger on the bluestone wall will be discovered in a short time. And at this time, he really didn't have any energy to pay attention to this matter.

Logically speaking, Lingyan Pavilion can completely isolate light, so it should isolate all sounds. However, the next moment, just like last night, a clear and distant bell came from the ground, as if a messenger came from a distant place in a hurry, wanting to Awaken the meditating people in the pavilion.

A breeze came with the sound of the bell, and the door of Lingyan Pavilion slowly opened. The faint morning light fell on the bluestone slabs, and also fell on the dozens of portraits on the wall. The people in the portraits have made countless contributions to the Great Zhou Dynasty, but now they can only see the sky a few times a year.

Chen Changsheng walked out of the Lingyan Pavilion in the morning light and wind, and walked into the sound of bells, but his heart could not calm down. The breeze in his arms did not wake him up, but made him even more chilly.

Standing on the high platform in front of Lingyan Pavilion, he glanced at the rising sun that had just emerged on the horizon in the distance, and then looked at Kyoto, which was gradually awakened by the morning light. Countless streets and alleys were like lines on a chessboard, Luoshui and countless Rivers and canals are like threads scattered on a chessboard. Countless squares, countless squares, countless houses and mansions are trapped in those squares, and countless people live in them.

To change your own destiny by changing the destiny of others? Can such a thing really be done? Even if all those streets and alleys turn into ruins? Even if all those houses are turned into ruins? Even if tens of millions of people are displaced? Even if there are wars and floods? Do you still want to do this?

He once again thought of Wang Zhice's last words in his notes - there is no fate, only choice.

Yes, there are two types of strong people in this world: those who perfect their own destiny by changing the destiny of others, and those who simply ignore destiny and firmly believe that they can control everything related to themselves, even if fate proves it in the end. It was so powerful that he still had to hold his head high.

Emperor Taizu and Emperor Taizong were the former, and Wang Zhice was the latter. What about him? He is still very weak now, but if he is strong enough to face this multiple-choice question in the future, how will he make a decision?

Looking at the streets and countless houses of Kyoto under the morning light, Chen Changsheng asked himself: What kind of person should I be? Which is more important, a complete life or a complete life?

The two completenesses and the two lives in this sentence have two completely different meanings.

Thinking about this question, he left Lingyan Pavilion and walked down the extremely long stone steps. Until he reached the ground of the palace, he still had no answer.

Most people in Kyoto are still sleeping, and most people in the palace have woken up. Some candidates are very sleepy, with dark circles under their eyes. It is obvious that they have not slept well. Some candidates have not slept all night because of nervousness, but Most candidates are well rested.

For these young candidates from various colleges and sects, the most important purpose of participating in the imperial examination is to enter the top three and obtain the qualifications to enter the Tianshu Mausoleum to view the monuments. Naturally, they must be well prepared and must not let any situation, such as lack of energy, It affected my later enlightenment in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books.

A convoy of dozens of carriages was waiting outside the palace gate. The horses were tapping their hooves impatiently. The candidates stood beside the carriages waiting to set off. They looked at Chen Changsheng who was slowly walking towards the outside of the palace. Some people also felt a little impatient, such as the young scholars in Huaiyuan.

The candidates noticed that Chen Changsheng's hair was a little messy, his expression was tired, he was very sleepy, and he even looked a little haggard. They knew that he must not have had a good rest in Lingyan Pavilion last night, and he might not have even slept at all. They couldn't help but feel a little puzzled and thought to themselves. Even if you sit quietly all night, it won't be so hard.

Tang Sanliu saw more things and was a little worried. He asked in a low voice: What happened?

It's okay. Chen Changsheng shook his head and said.

He will not tell anyone what he experienced last night - not even Tang Sanliu or Luo Luo - he has walked into a cruel historical truth. Although he is still far from discovering the secret, he has already seen it. You might even have the key to that door.

The attention of both candidates and officials was on Chen Changsheng.

The news that Zhou Yuan was discovered has been officially announced, or to be more precise, it has been announced to the upper echelons of the imperial court and within various academy sects. At the imperial examination celebration banquet last night, Miss Mo Yu officially announced on behalf of the Holy Empress that Zhou Yuan would be in a Turn on after months.

Who doesn’t want to enter Zhou Garden? Who doesn’t want to see if there is a chance to come into contact with the inheritance of the strongest person in the mainland? However, only practitioners in the Nether Realm can enter Zhou Garden.

Enlightenment by observing the stele in the Tianshu Mausoleum is the most important thing for spiritual practice. Now it has become the last chance for candidates to enter the Zhou Garden. They must achieve a breakthrough and enter the Netherworld within this month.

Under the double pressure, the candidates were naturally very nervous, knowing that they had to work very hard, even fight tooth and nail in the Tomb of Heavenly Books. Thinking of this, the eyes looking at Chen Changsheng were naturally a little complicated.

Chen Changsheng is only fifteen years old this year. Except for a few people such as Qi Jian and Ye Xiaolian, he is younger than most of the people in the top three in the imperial examination. But now, like Gou Hanshi and Tianhai Shengxue, he has already passed through the underworld. . In other words, even if he makes no progress in the Tomb of Heavenly Books, he can easily enter the Zhou Garden in a month.

At such a young age, he has become a master of seclusion and even passed the Qingyun Ranking. If you think about it carefully, he has even surpassed Xu Yourong to a certain extent. How can he not be envied? If Akiyama-kun hadn't been so dazzling in Zhou Yuan, people would have thought his performance was even more shocking.

Now Chen Changsheng was undoubtedly the focus of the entire Kyoto, but he had no such consciousness. He sat by the car window, looking at the streets under the morning light, a little silent, and seemed to be distracted.

Tang Sanliu looked at his absent-minded look, raised his eyebrows and said: I don't know what happened to you. Yes, you don't need to be blessed in the Tomb of Heavenly Books to enter Zhou Garden directly, but you To be clear, for us ascetics, the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven itself is the most important thing, more important than the Imperial Examination, more important than the Zhou Garden, and more important than anything else.

Chen Changsheng said nothing and still looked out the window.

Tang Sanshiliu continued: It is true that what we get in the Tomb of Heaven's Book may not be visible immediately, but in the end how far we can go and what step we can take still depends on how much we comprehend in the Tomb of Heaven's Book. There are countless Countless people have proven this over the years, without exception.

Chen Changsheng understood what Tang Thirty-Six meant. Of course he knew the importance of the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books to ascetics. The problem was that his current mental state was very problematic.

Cultivation is of course very important. If he cultivates to the level of Shenyin, he can renew his meridians and no longer have to worry about the shadow of death. If he cultivates to the realm of great freedom, he can reach out to reach the stars and control his own destiny. It is even possible. Being immortal, there is no need to worry about anything.

The problem is that the legendary realm of Shenyin was not even accessible to Zhou | Dufu back then, let alone him? Now that he has won the first place in the imperial examination, he has begun to learn the secret of changing one's destiny against the will of heaven. Since he cannot cultivate the hidden realm of gods, what is the meaning of cultivation to him? Always self-disciplined and diligent, he became inexplicably slack and even felt that life was meaningless.

As the morning light grew stronger, fifteen-year-old Chen Changsheng suddenly lost all interest in practice. At this moment, he came to the only holy place in the minds of practitioners: the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books.