Fighter of the Destiny

After hearing this, the surrounding area of ​​Shiping became extremely quiet.

Everyone understood that it must be because Wang Po spent a year observing the monuments in the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven. He confirmed that staying here was a waste of life, but like many people, he was reluctant to leave, so he also tried to take shortcuts, but in the end he just I stood in front of this line all night, and when the morning light came up, I turned around and left.

Outside Tianshu Mausoleum, Mao Qiuyu looked at the man under the locust tree.

The man was silent.

Xun Mei was silent for a moment, and understood why the God of History, as the guardian of the mausoleum, said this to herself: So, senior, you know who I am.

The armor under the pavilion remained motionless, and the vicissitudes of voice came from the shadows: Of course I know who you are. Decades ago, the mainland cultivation world began to usher in the latest wildflower bloom, Tian Jing Wang Po, Hua Hua Jia Xiao Zhang, Immovable as a Mountain, Walking on the Snow and Plum Blossoms... You have the best qualifications and the most promising prospects. The hope of fighting against the demons lies with you... You read thirty-seven of the stone tablets in the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven. Years ago, I’ve been watching you for thirty-seven years. You’re really good. Since I’ve broken my heart tonight, why don’t you leave instead of trying a different path?”

No, my mental barrier is right in front of me. I just see it, but it has not been broken. As for the wrong path, it may not be the right path.

Xun Mei's eyes passed over the pavilion and landed on the Tomb of Heavenly Books again.

After a moment of silence, the voice of History sounded again: Wang Po is a smart man. Since you are targeting him, you must at least show the same wisdom.

Yes, I have wanted to surpass him all my life, but now it seems that, at least in this matter, he is not as good as me. Xun Mei said.

Han Qing said calmly: Is he not as stupid as you?

Xun Mei thought for a while and said, He is not as stupid as me.

Han Qing was silent for a moment and said, That makes sense.

In the woods outside Tianshu Mausoleum, the man's hand fell on the locust tree in front of him, still silent.

In more than a hundred years, you are the first person to break into the Shinto. History continued in the pavilion south of Tianshu Mausoleum.

Xun Mei said: I'm stupid.

The two words stupid and stupid seem to have the same meaning, but in fact there is a big difference.

A fool may be blessed.

Han Qing said: I, the guardian of the tomb, am part of the Tomb of Heavenly Books. If you defeat me, you can go to the Shinto.

Xunmei looked calm and clasped her hands in ceremony.

This is the rule of the Heavenly Book Mausoleum, and it is what it should be. To be able to defeat the number one divine general in the mainland, he must be a strong man at the level of Five Saints or Bafang Fengyu. If such a big man wants to read the Heavenly Book, does he have to rely on the Great Zhou Dynasty? The rules of the dynasty? But Chen Changsheng always felt that the words of the historical god general were meant for these young people outside the square.

Xun Mei glanced at her feet, where the stone flat ended, where Shinto began, and where the black ended, there was the holy white.

Then he lifted his knees.

Under the pavilion, Han Qing still did not raise his head, his face was in the shadow of the armor, and his voice became cold: Xunmei, although your life is more meaningful to human beings, I am the guardian of the tomb, and I am guarding the heaven. It’s Ling’s rules, so I won’t hold back, and you can take action as much as you like without any hesitation.”

After waking up from a long dream of thirty-seven years, she wanted to go to the top of the mausoleum to see the truth. How could Xun Mei hesitate, as if she had not heard these words, she took a step forward.

At this step, he walked very normally, his feet landed on the ground casually and without making any sound.

The sounds in front of the pavilion are still the sound of water, the sound of falling rocks from the waterfall on the cliff to the west, and the tinkling of clear water in the shallow ditch on the flat.

Xunmei's feet crossed the line.

The Tomb of Heavenly Books shrouded in darkness suddenly became brighter.

Late at night, the lights are dim, and the light source that can illuminate the entire Tomb of Heavenly Books can only come from the sky, from the stars.

Chen Changsheng looked up and saw the stars in the night sky were extremely bright, and subconsciously squinted his eyes.

In fact, the stars in the sky have not really become brighter. Even if they have, it is impossible to distinguish them with the naked eye. This is purely a feeling, or the perception of spiritual consciousness.

Everyone around Shiping all had feelings, but no one felt it more clearly than Chen Changsheng, because no one had a more peaceful and profound consciousness than his.

He even vaguely sensed which of the countless stars in the night sky had become brighter before.

That star is far away in the depths of the southeastern star field, and may be Xun Mei's life star.

Taking a step forward to see the truth, the life star sensed something and suddenly brightened. What realm had Xunmei...reached?

Chen Changsheng thought about the starry sky he saw when he was meditating in Lingyan Pavilion, and he felt shocked.

The bright starlight turned the mountains and fields of Tianshu Mausoleum into a silver world.

Xunmei stood in front of the pavilion. Her hair, which had been tied up in the courtyard, was untied again at some point. The dirt seemed to be washed away by the starlight in an instant. Her long hair was flowing softly, and the few strands of silver-white hair were particularly eye-catching.

He stood between the Shinto and the stone flat, his body staying in the same place, obviously not walking towards the pavilion...but he was already walking towards the pavilion!

A footprint clearly appeared on the Shinto!

The Shinto is paved with white stones, and the footprints are wet and naturally very clear.

Xunmei stepped on the water, so his shoes were naturally wet.

Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng opened his eyes wide, and Zhe Xiu was also stunned. They grew up in the old temple of Xining Town and in the bitter cold snow fields. It was rare to see this kind of battle between truly strong people. They couldn't understand it, and they didn't know. How to explain these footprints? Relatively speaking, the fourth son of Lishan Sword Sect and Tang Sanliu seemed calmer.

Wet footprints kept appearing on the Shinto ground, as if an invisible person was walking.

Xunmei looked quietly under the pavilion.

It didn't take long for the footprints to extend more than ten feet toward the pavilion.

There was a sharp sound!

Under the pavilion, the night breeze picked up.

History still lowered his head and never drew the sword, but the sword in the sheath beside him was already eager to try and was half an inch away from the sheath.

It's only half an inch, but it seems to be completely unsheathed.

Several streaks of dust burst out from the edge of the scabbard and filled the pavilion.

As these sword dusts spread, an extremely powerful aura emerged from the pavilion, straddling the divine way.

This aura is still like iron, still filled with blood, solemn and upright, like an ancient city wall stained with the bloodstains of countless soldiers.

No one can see this wall, but everyone knows that the wall is here, just above the Shinto.

Xunmei's footsteps stopped. After a long time, the wet footprints did not appear again on the Shinto.

His eyes passed through the pavilion and the powerful man under the pavilion, and fell on the Tomb of Heavenly Books in the distance. It was like a match rope touching the charcoal, and it began to burn violently with a crackling sound.

The sight begins to burn, the gaze begins to burn, the eyes begin to burn.

Xun Mei's eyes became extremely bright, like newly born stars.

His body leaned forward slowly.

A wet footprint appeared again on the Shinto.

With one sword as a city, he will smash the city wall directly!

On the Shinto road, traces of water gradually appeared and footprints continued, that was his path.

He wanted to take the Shinto path, walk under the pavilion, and reach the top of the Tomb of the Book of Heaven.

He walked step by step, his face became paler and more painful, but his eyes were full of joy.

Life is real only through pain.

What he wants to see is reality.

As time passed, the footprints on the Shinto kept moving forward, almost approaching the pavilion.

There was still more than a hundred feet between Xunmei and the pavilion, but he could already see the eyes in the darkness under the armor!

Two extremely powerful auras were silently confronting each other in the south of Tianshu Mausoleum.

The clear water in the shallow canal rolled in horror, and then gradually flowed in all directions. The soft and invisible water gradually took shape.

Even the hard black stone floor began to deform, sinking slightly and turning into a curve after being crushed by the two auras.

It was as if there was an extremely huge, heavy, invisible stone ball falling on the ground!

Stone chips flew out, and the edge of the ditch made a tooth-gripping twisting sound.

Chen Changsheng and others kept retreating to avoid being affected. They looked at the cracked and sunken ground in front of them, and then looked at the two people on the Shinto, their eyes full of awe.

The confrontation between the two auras did not last long.

Xunmei stared at the pavilion and let out a clear whistle!

This clear whistle was like a babbling sound on the stage. At the command, someone dropped pieces of paper above. Those pieces of paper were fake snow, but at this moment, real snow actually fell!

No, that's not snow, that's starlight! It’s starlight cut into pieces!

The starlight fell into pieces and fell, no different from the snow.

Xunmei stood in the snow, as if she had returned to the past.

He was still a teenager at that time, and he stood in front of his husband's door for three days and three nights, until the snow was up to his knees.

What year was it? It was thirty-seven years ago, an earlier year.

After nearly fifty years of hard training and thirty-seven years of viewing monuments, he is no longer the frail child who was seriously ill due to the wind and snow.

He is already a truly strong man who is about to reach the Holy Realm!

The young men fighting outside Pingping didn't know until this moment that Xun Mei's realm had reached this level, and they couldn't help but be shocked and speechless.

At this time, the tomb guard under the pavilion raised his head.

The darkness that had always been shrouded in armor was finally illuminated.

It was an old and indifferent face.

Stop drinking with one shout!

Countless dust burst out from countless gaps in the armor!

He sat before the Shinto for hundreds of years.

This dust is hundreds of years old.

Hundreds of years ago, the war between humans and demons had entered its final stage.

He is Wang Zhice's last general.

He finally raised his head and looked at Xun Mei, his eyes like the sharpest sword.

And his sword finally came out of its sheath!

The starlight was chopped into pieces and fell slowly.

The swords of the historical generals crisscrossed the wind and snow, like golden swords and iron horses.

In front of the pavilion, there is already a snowfield!

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For Xunmei, the shredded starlight is the snow in front of her husband’s door.

For history, the shredded starlight is the snow on the battlefield.

Different snow represents different persistence, each has its own persistence.

Across a distance of more than a hundred feet, Xun Mei looked at that old face as if she was right in front of her.

This battle finally came to the final moment, and when it came time to decide the winner, the two strong men unleashed their most terrifying methods. The young men who were fighting outside Shiping could no longer hold on, even if After retreating again and again, he was still being blown around by the violent wind and snow, and he might fall down at any time.

At this moment, Gou Hanshi stretched out his hand and grasped Chen Changsheng's left arm. Chen Changsheng realized what he was doing and grabbed Liang Banhu's arm with force. They stood with their arms tightly held, and finally stabilized their bodies. Like those small trees that don't look very tough in the wind and snow, they stand tightly together in a row, trying hard to resist the power of nature.

Watching the battle from a distance is already so hard. You can imagine what the two in the battle are enduring.

Who will win in this snowy battle between a general who has fought hundreds of battles and a scholar from a humble family?

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(Tired, next chapter... I'll try to write it before twelve o'clock.)