Fighter of the Destiny

There are faint lights in the distance of Tianshu Mausoleum, and the sound of waterfalls can also be heard, but around the Shinto in the south of the mausoleum, it is very quiet, and there are no lights. Only the stars shine on the cliffs and straight roads, shallow channels and stone flats here, just those The starlight cannot completely drive away the night, and the clear water in the canal is as dark as ink.

Xunmei retracted her gaze from the top of the mausoleum, looked at the Shinto, then gradually moved down to the pavilion, until finally it landed on the armor of the man under the pavilion.

After a while, he walked towards the pavilion, stepping through the clear water in the canal, as if stirring ink, but the splash was silver.

What is he going to do? Is he going to break into Shinto? Chen Changsheng, Tang Sanliu and Zhe Xiu looked at this scene and became nervous.

Senior! Chen Changsheng said to Xun Mei.

In the garden outside the thatched house, he saw a lot of white hair on Xunmei's temples under the starlight. While feeling sympathetic, he also felt a lot more worried.

Xun Mei stopped and turned to look at the three teenagers standing outside Shiping.

Different from what Chen Changsheng and the others imagined, Xun Mei's expression was very calm, not at all confused, and not like a lost soul. She smiled and asked: Young man, what can I do for you?

Chen Changsheng glanced at the pavilion and found that the legendary god general seemed to still be sleeping. After a moment of hesitation, he asked, What are you going to do?

I'm going to climb the mausoleum. Xunmei said, pointing to the Tomb of Heaven's Book in the night behind her.

He didn't look back, but there was no deviation in the direction of his fingers. His tone was very ordinary, as if he was saying that he was going home. It gave people the feeling that he had walked this sacred road thousands of times.

Chen Changsheng didn't understand clearly whether it was climbing the mausoleum or climbing, but no matter which word it was, the meaning was the same, which made him, Tang Sanliu and Zhe Xiu even more nervous.

I don't know if it was an illusion or something else, but Chen Changsheng always felt that after Xun Mei said these words, the sea of ​​stars in the night sky seemed to brighten for a moment, and the starlight falling on the shallow channel on the stone flat south of Tianshu Mausoleum became a little thicker. , the armor covered with dust and looking very worn under the pavilion also lit up! What made his heart palpitate even more was that the tomb guard under the pavilion kept his head lowered, and the shadow of his armor covered his face. But at the moment when the starlight became brighter, a breeze blew up from under the helmet, bringing out A little dust!

Chen Changsheng did not dare to look over there again, even from the corner of his eye, and looked at Xun Mei and asked, Why?

If Xun Mei could defeat the mausoleum guardians under the pavilion and climb directly to the top of the Tomb of the Book of Heaven through the Shinto, how could she have to endure hardship in the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven for thirty-seven years? I'm afraid he has already come to break into the Shinto. Since he never came, it means that he knows very well that he has no chance of winning.

Yes, no matter how profound Xunmei's realm is, how can she pass the pavilion? If that man could be defeated so easily, why would the armor have accumulated hundreds of years of dust? Even though Xun Mei was once as famous as Wang Po and Xiao Zhang, and had spent thirty-seven years viewing monuments in the Tomb of Heavenly Books, and her realm was even more unfathomable, it was still difficult to defeat the man under the pavilion.

Among the thirty-eight divine generals in the mainland, he ranks first in history. This strong man who has sat under the pavilion for hundreds of years is only among the Five Saints and the people of all directions. Although the realm of the people in the Xiaoyao List is unpredictable, no matter how cool the weather is, Wang Po is still Huajia Xiao Zhang, and he dare not say that he is qualified to challenge him.

After listening to Chen Changsheng's words, Xun Mei was quiet for a while. She did not answer the question directly, but said seriously: Thank you.

As he thanked them, his eyes flickered over the faces of the three teenagers.

Zhexiu had problems with his meridians and consciousness since he was born, and he had to endure the pain of whims all the time. If he were an ordinary person, he would have lost the courage to live long ago, but he did not. This kind of young courage is really rare. Chen Changsheng stir-fried vegetables and cooked rice and steamed salted fish. He yearned for this peaceful state of mind. Tang Sanliu yelled in such a sacred place as the Mausoleum of Heaven's Book, which made him see the passion of youth that he had not seen for a long time.

Xun Mei didn't say anything, but this was the answer to why he wanted to climb the mausoleum.

The three young men he met tonight used their courage, determination, and youth to wake him up.

The thirty-seven years of observing the monuments in Tianshu Mausoleum are just like a dream. After waking up from the dream, there is always something to do.

You guys woke me up. I want to see the truth, so I want to go to the mausoleum.

Xunmei once again pointed to the Tomb of Heavenly Books in the night behind her, calmly and firmly.

If you really wake up...shouldn't you go out of the Mausoleum of Heaven's Book to find Wang Po for a showdown? Tang Sanliu asked in confusion.

Xun Mei laughed when she heard this, and her laughter echoed on the stone flats, making the ink-like clear water in the canal tremble slightly.

The laughter died down. He looked at the three teenagers and said calmly: Is my enemy really Wang Po?

Chen Changsheng and Zhe Xiu vaguely realized something, and Tang Sanshiliu also gradually frowned.

No, thirty-seven years later, the shadow of my monastic life is no longer him, but it.

Xun Mei continued to point at the Tomb of Heavenly Books in the night behind her, and said with a smile.

Chen Changsheng and the others were slightly startled when they heard this, and then fell silent. Countless years ago, the Heavenly Book turned into flowing fire and fell on this continent, opening up the people's wisdom and teaching humans how to practice. There is no doubt that this Heavenly Book Mausoleum has an irreplaceable role and status for human beings, but for countless ascetics In a sense, this Tomb of Heavenly Books is also their biggest enemy.

The incomprehensible words or pictures on those stone tablets are the mountains they must climb and the opponents they must defeat. However, the Tomb of Heavenly Books does not look very dangerous, but in fact it reaches the sky and is extremely difficult to climb with human power alone. , and even defeated the courage and spiritual vigor of countless monks.

Xunmei woke up, saw the truth, and finally understood who her opponent was.

So he did not choose to leave Tianshu Mausoleum to find Wang Po, but chose to break into the Shinto.

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The woods outside the Tianshu Mausoleum were very quiet, without any sound. Logically speaking, the conversation in front of the Lingnan Shinto could not be transmitted here at all, but the two people in the woods understood Xun Mei's thoughts. Mao Qiuyu's sleeves trembled slightly, and he was very moved. The man under the locust tree raised his eyebrows slightly, like an inverted figure, and his eyes were extremely bright, trying to capture people's attention.

South of Tianshu Ling, three young men also understood Xun Mei's intentions, but they still found it difficult to accept them for a while - they had just woken up from a thirty-seven-year dream, returned to the real world, and knew their opponents. Who is it, and then challenge it? This is naturally a very courageous act, but if you fail, you will enter a longer dark dream, which is too tragic.

Chen Changsheng and Xun Mei met for the first time today. They didn't exchange a few words. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be any feelings. But for some reason, he always felt that this person gave him a feeling of closeness. He sympathized with this person. , wanted to do something for him, but didn't want him to die just after waking up, and said: Please be careful.

Xunmei smiled, said no more, turned and walked towards the pavilion, walking on the water, the water splashed all over, and her old shirt became increasingly wet.

When he reached about a hundred feet in front of the pavilion, he stopped.

The stone flat south of Tianshu Mausoleum is black, but the large area of ​​ground in front of the pavilion is white, which is the same as the color of Shinto.

Black stone flats, white Shinto, this is the dividing line, or perhaps, the dividing line between life and death.

The face of the man under the pavilion was shrouded in the shadow of the armor, making it impossible to see clearly.

Suddenly, dust flew out from the shadow of the helmet. Under the starlight, it looked like tiny fireflies.

A voice also came from the shadow under the helmet.

The sound was very deep and deep. The water in the shallow canal jumped uneasily, with joy and fear at the same time. There were echoes everywhere on the cliff south of Tianshu Mausoleum.

It was as if the man had been sleeping for hundreds of years and only woke up at this moment.

So Tianshuling also woke up.

The faintly visible lights in the north of Tianshu Mausoleum swayed slightly with the sound that echoed through the cliff, and then there was a sharp sound that broke through the air, chichichichichi.

The night breeze was blowing slightly, and his clothes were windy. Gou Hanshi came to the stone flat as soon as possible, and soon after, Liang Banhu, Guan Feibai and Qijian also rushed over.

What's going on? Guan Feibai took a step forward and asked in shock as he looked at the field.

Tang Sanshiliu said sarcastically: Can't you understand this? Someone wants to break into the divine way.

Someone actually dares to break into the Shinto? Who is it?

Ming Hanshi guessed that under the pavilion was the legendary tomb keeper, the first divine general in history, so who was the middle-aged man who was confronting him at this time?

Xun Mei. Chen Changsheng said.

Walking in the snow with plum blossoms? Gou Hanshi raised his eyebrows slightly, looking a little surprised.

Qi Jian was surprised and said: Xun Mei is actually still alive? Are the rumors true? He has been hiding in the Tomb of Heavenly Books and observing the monument?

Zhe Xiu said expressionlessly from the side: We have already said the same thing.

Only then did Qi Jian realize that it was him, a look of resentment suddenly appeared on his face, and he held the hilt of the sword.

Zhexiu didn't even look at him, just looked at Shinto.

Why are you the only four people from the Lishan Sword Sect here? There was such a loud movement just now, didn't those guys hear it? Tang Sanliu asked with some confusion.

Gou Hanshi said: Those people are watching the monument and are reluctant to leave.

It was hard for Chen Changsheng to understand that he was still looking at those stone tablets so late at night. He thought to himself, could the temptation of the Book of Heaven really be so great? Then I thought about how a talented person like Xun Mei had been trapped by those stone tablets for thirty-seven years. When I looked at the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven in the night, I suddenly felt a little eerie.

Those who cross the line will die. A voice came from the pavilion.

This voice came from the shadow of the old armor. It was very plain, but it had a sense of vicissitudes of life. It was like an ancient city wall. On the surface, it seemed to be covered with moss and mottled, and even the surface had begun to peel off. But in fact it is still extremely strong, and no matter how powerful the attack, it cannot damage it in the slightest.

Xunmei stood in front of the invisible line, looked at the pavilion and said, I don't want to retreat. I can't stand like this forever, so I have to try to see if I can cross this line.

Wang Po said the same thing decades ago, but in the end, he stood here all night without taking a step forward.

The worn armor covered the whole body of the legendary god general under the pavilion. His voice had to be heard through the armor. It seemed a bit deep and had a strange smell, like a sharp blade, more like sticking out a tongue to lick it. Licking the blade, the slightly sweet smell of iron and blood mixed together.

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