Fighter of the Destiny

The courtyard was quiet and the atmosphere was very depressing. The person who broke it all was Chen Changsheng.

He walked into the room and watched Tang Sanliu eat the remaining half bowl of chazuke rice. For some reason, he suddenly became very angry. If it was normal, he would probably wash the bowl himself and wipe the table carefully. times, but he was not in the mood at this time and said to everyone: I'm going to bed.

After saying this, he turned around and entered the main room, found a quilt, and covered his face.

The others were still immersed in those complicated and sentimental emotions. Seeing that he actually went to sleep, they couldn't help but be a little surprised. Guan Feibai raised his eyebrows slightly and said displeased: What a cold-blooded guy.

Gou Hanshi shook his head to signal him to stop talking.

Tang Sanshiliu sneered and said: You are just a competitive martial artist, how are you different from that old guy under the pavilion?

At this time, Zhexiu suddenly said: It's better if your blood is colder.

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Even Tang Sanliu felt that this statement was too far-fetched.

Colder blood will make it less likely to have a fever, let alone go crazy.

Zhexiu explained expressionlessly, then turned around and went into the back room, found another bedding, lay down on the bed and started to sleep.

Tang Thirty-Six suddenly thought of something, and walked towards the back room, saying, How many beddings are there in total? You won't use them all, right?

Upon hearing this, Guan Feibai jumped up from the threshold and shouted inside: No matter how many beds there are, we must have at least two beds here!

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Before Xun Mei died, she left the thatched cottage to these young people with a solemn feeling, as if this thatched cottage was his greatest legacy in the world. But in fact, this thatched house is very simple and shabby. It looks like it has three rooms. In addition to the kitchen, there is also a main room and a back room. However, the kitchen cannot live in people. The remaining two rooms are very small. It is really a bit difficult to accommodate seven people. Crowded.

Chen Changsheng, Tang Sanliu and Zhe Xiu lived in the back room with relatively better conditions. After all, they came first, and Xun Mei left the room to everyone mostly because of them, so the four Lishan Sword Sect members didn't raise any objections, but Guan Feibai fought tooth and nail to grab two beddings.

Xunmei only left three beddings full of sour smell. Two of them were robbed, leaving only one bed. Fortunately, Zhexiu grew up in the snowfield. For ordinary people, the cold spring season is not suitable for ordinary people. For him, it was as comfortable as early summer, and he didn't need to cover himself with a quilt at all. Tang Sanliu, a rich man, actually carried a piece of fur with him, so Chen Changsheng was lucky enough not to sleep with the National People's Congress quilt.

The night was getting darker, and Chen Changsheng still had his eyes open and did not fall asleep.

It wasn't because of the sour smell coming from the bedding, although that was certainly one of the reasons.

Who can sleep when a person who has slept in this bed for thirty-seven years has just died in front of their eyes?

There are many people like him who are not asleep.

Is it worth it? Tang Sanliu asked, looking at the stars in the night sky outside the window, looking a little depressed.

Zhexiu closed his eyes and did not fall asleep or speak, because in his opinion, this was a problem that did not need to be considered.

Chen Changsheng didn't speak, but his hand holding the black stone became tighter under the quilt. Last night in Lingyan Pavilion, he understood some things. Tonight in the Tomb of Heaven's Book, he encountered some things. These things happened so suddenly that the fifteen-year-old him was too unprepared. He was actually better than Tang San. Sixteen was even more confused.

Looking at the starry sky, feeling the distant little red star that belongs to him, he silently thought, if he wants to change his own destiny, he must first change the destiny of those he is connected with, and let those stars change, then what? Do you know which star corresponds to which person around you? Xun Mei...which star is he? There has been a connection between myself and him, what will his death change? Or is it because he entered the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books that his destiny will change? If you want to change your destiny, will you really bring misery and death to those around you?

So what if the star affected belongs to a senior brother? What if it belongs to Tang Sanliu? What should I do if it’s Luoluo? Even if it was Xu Yourong, could he watch her stars dim indifferently? Just when he was thinking about these various things, Tang Sanliu suddenly stood up, pushed the fur aside, and then kept pulling on the skirt of his clothes to fan himself.

What's wrong? he asked.

It's a bit hot. Tang Sanliu said, I don't know how the family prepared it.

Chen Changsheng smiled and said nothing.

Tang Thirty-Six suddenly turned to look at him and said seriously: Chen Changsheng, I have something to say to you.

Chen Changsheng was a little confused and asked: What?

Tang Sanliu said seriously: No matter what happens in the future, I will never say thank you to you, and you will not say you are welcome to me.

Listening to this, Chen Changsheng was speechless. He knew that Tang Sanliu had some feelings after seeing the last conversation between Xun Mei and Wang Po.

Guan Feibai's ridicule came from outside the door: Why are you thanking Chen Changsheng and he wants to say you are welcome? You are so sure that you will become Wang Po in the future. Chen Changsheng must not be as good as you. He can only act to inspire you. That character who is moving forward? Don’t forget, he has already achieved enlightenment, you are still far away!”

After Tang Sanliu said those few words, in the midst of a deep brotherly relationship, when he suddenly heard these words, he couldn't help but become angry with embarrassment, and shouted outside the room: It sounds like you are much better than me!

Guan Feibai sneered and said: Not much stronger, but still strong.

Gou Hanshi shouted: Stop arguing.

Chen Changsheng said: Go to bed early.

The room finally became quiet, but not long after, everyone heard Qijian's timid voices again.

Second Senior Brother, I...I...seem to be hungry.

There was silence, then laughter.

Qi Jian's little face turned red.

Chen Changsheng noticed that Zhexiu had his eyes closed, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

After laughing and scolding for a few times, everyone calmed down a little and gradually fell asleep.

Chen Changsheng was still awake, quietly looking out the window at the starry night sky.

Tonight Xunmei said she learned something from him and Zhexiu, but in fact he also learned a lot.

Zhexiu said that the most important thing in life is not to live, but to live or die soberly. For him, the most important thing is to live happily. In the old temple in Xining Town, he studied Taoism with his master and practiced Taoism. What he cultivated was not killing people with flying swords or immortality, but following his heart.

The only meaningful thing about living towards death is that it is only between life and death. Of course, you have to be sober and of course you have to go with your heart.

Precisely because he was truly born to die, in the past few years, he practiced the three words Shun Xiyi extremely well, went to the Divine General's Mansion to break off the engagement, appeared at the Ivy Banquet, and finally won the imperial examination. He reached the top of the list, but when he actually walked into Lingyan Pavilion and discovered the secret, he saw the hope of life for the first time in several years, but his mind was disturbed instead.

He suddenly lost interest in practice. He spent a day as a tourist in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books because he was distracted. Fortunately, he heard Zhe Xiu's answer and saw Xun Mei going to the Tomb of Heavenly Books. It took Xun Mei thirty-seven years to wake up, and it only took him one night. I have to say that this was a very lucky thing.

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Chen Changsheng, who had regained his calm state of mind, naturally returned to the life track he was familiar with. Although he encountered so many things last night, he was a little tired both physically and mentally, and he went to bed relatively late. At five o'clock in the morning, the sky continued to light up. When it was still dark, he opened his eyes and woke up.

After waking up, he did not get up, but spent five breaths of meditation as usual. Then he got up, put on his shoes and put on his clothes. When he was about to make the bed and fold the quilt, he remembered that there were two people on the bed, only Tang Sanshi was there. Liu hugged the fur tightly and huddled up like an insecure child, while Zhishou lay flat, to put it bluntly, like a stone figurine.

He shook his head and walked to the outer room. He saw Gou Hanshi, Liang Banhu, and Guan Feibai covered with a quilt. Qijian was sleeping in the corner, and one person was covered with a quilt. He couldn't help but think again. He shook his head, thinking that the closed disciples of the head of the Lishan Sword Sect were indeed treated differently.

He walked to the courtyard and fetched water from the stream. After washing up, he cooked a large pot of white porridge and steamed the remaining two-thirds of the salted fish from yesterday. He walked to the window and pushed it open, trying to put Tang Thirty-Six shouted, Tang Sanliu rolled around twice on the bed, cursed three dirty words, and refused to pay attention to him.

Chen Changsheng shook his head for the third time after waking up. He turned around helplessly, only to see Zhexiu already squatting by the collapsed fence, brushing his teeth. He couldn't help but be a little surprised, and asked with a smile: I didn't expect that.

Zhexiu squatted on the ground, without looking back, and said vaguely: I didn't expect that a wolf like me also loves to be clean?

Chen Changsheng thought about it and realized that this was indeed what he was thinking. He apologized and said, It was my fault.

Zhe Xiu threw away the willow branch or something in his hand, washed his face with slightly cold water, and then said: There's nothing wrong. I really don't wash my face every day in the snowfield. I can resist oil stains. It’s cold and windy, but I brush my teeth at least twice a day and chew some ice and snow from time to time.”

Chen Changsheng asked: Why is this?

Zhexiu said: In the snowfield, the meat will be frozen very hard, and sometimes you have to eat raw meat, so you must have good teeth so that you can chew it.

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, It makes sense.

Zhexiu said: In those tribes, the old people who live the longest often have the best teeth.

Chen Changsheng noticed that his teeth were indeed very white and healthy.

The two had salted fish and three bowls of white porridge each, then left the thatched house and walked through the large orange grove outside the garden towards the Tomb of Heavenly Books.

No one finished talking along the way, and the atmosphere was very silent.

When he was about to reach the main path under the Tomb of Heavenly Books, Zhexiu suddenly stopped, looked at him and said, It's a little strange.

Chen Changsheng was startled and asked, What's wrong?

Zhe Xiu said: I am used to being alone.

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, Then you go first.

Zhe Xiu said: I want you to help me treat my illness. Of course you should be the first. In addition to brushing your teeth, there is another rule in the snowfield, which is not to offend the doctor.

Chen Changsheng laughed and said, There is no need to be polite about this kind of thing.

Zhexiu did not respond, but directly extended a fist.

Chen Changsheng was slightly shocked and said, Does this also require a fight?

Zhexiu said: Can you do boxing?

Chen Changsheng said: I only know how to play rock-paper-scissors.

Zhe Xiu was silent for a moment and then said: I only know this one.

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After wrapping his stone-like fist with a piece of rag, Chen Changsheng won the victory and left first, heading north along the main path under the Tianshu Mausoleum. Listening to the sound of morning birds flying wings from time to time in the mountain forest, there was no It didn't take long to reach the main entrance of Tianshu Mausoleum and walk on the only road where you can view the monument.

The stone monuments are all in the mountains. The road to view the monuments is naturally a mountain road, but it is not very steep. There are many stone steps and it is very easy to walk.

Morning had officially arrived at this time, and the rising sun poked its head out on the eastern horizon, illuminating the buildings in Kyoto in the distance. The Gan Terrace and Lingyan Pavilion in the Daming Palace were very conspicuous.

The cool morning breeze caressed his cheeks, and the morning light illuminated the road ahead. Walking in the quiet mountain forest, listening to the clear chirping of morning birds, and looking at the rising sun whose face was painted with branches, Chen Changsheng felt very calm and happy. Compared to others, he was a day later, but he didn't mind.

Yes, it is indeed a waste of life.

Just like he once mentioned during the conversation with Zhexiu, playing chess, playing chess, playing calligraphy, painting, and appreciating the scenery are all a waste of life.

But what a beautiful way to waste your life.

How wonderful it is to have life to waste.

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In the quiet and deserted mountain forest, Chen Changsheng stepped up the steps alone, and soon he saw a stone tablet. He walked to the monument and took a look. He saw that the surface of the monument was full of traces of carvings and axes. There were no words or any formed lines. It was obviously destroyed by someone. Thinking of the decree of the Holy Queen, He knew that this was not the stone tablet he wanted to see, so he shook his head and moved on.

Not far ahead, he saw another stone monument.

Here is a cliff, with a hut in front of the cliff, and the stone tablet is in the middle of the hut.

The eaves of the house spread out in all directions. Even if the wind and rain in the mountains were strong, it would be difficult for the monument to get wet.

Chen Changsheng walked to the front of the house and looked at the stone tablet, feeling slightly moved.

The shape of this stone tablet is actually not very regular, and its thickness is even uneven. Compared with the common stone tablets in the world, it looks more like an unfinished product.

The surface of the stele is very smooth, and I don’t know how many hands have touched it.

This is the Heavenly Book Monument.

The first stone tablet in Tianshu Mausoleum.

Chen Changsheng forcibly restrained himself from looking at the monument and looked around the monument.

The dense forest outside the hut is like a barrier, and the stone steps end here, leaving only a stone flat.

Under the cover of the green forest, you can faintly see the eaves in the distance, or other monuments and huts, but there is no road leading to anywhere else.

Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng was thoughtful.

The morning light fell on the stone flat, the breeze passed through the forest, and two kingfishers sang and flew into the sky.

Chen Changsheng woke up, turned around and looked at the stone tablet in the hut, subconsciously put his hands on his back and began to watch quietly.

When his eyes fell on the monument, his heart beat uncontrollably faster.

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