Fighter of the Destiny

Chapter 226 Yanming (Part 2)

Suddenly, the birdsong in the woods disappeared without a trace. I wonder if it was because they knew that someone noisier than them had arrived at the venue. Looking at Tang Sanliu who appeared in front of the Monument House, Chen Changsheng felt a little strange. According to the practice of the past few days, this guy would not be willing to leave the Heavenly Book Monument until late in the evening.

Do you know who those two people are? Tang Sanliu asked, looking in the direction of the mountain road and raising his eyebrows slightly.

I don't know the origin, the two... Chen Changsheng thought about his words and said, I don't know the so-called people.

Looking at the expression on his face, Tang Sanshiliu realized that he really didn't care about the deliberate humiliation and ridicule of those two people. He said with some annoyance: Even if you don't know the so-called people, can you be indifferent?

Chen Changsheng said: Don't say this, why did you come out?

Only then did Tang Sanliu remember what he was here for. He stared into his eyes and said with a bit of pride, I saw the third monument.

Chen Changsheng was startled and said, Didn't that happen the day before yesterday?

Tang Sanliu was obviously not satisfied with his reaction, so he raised his voice and said, The important thing is that I am about to break through.

Chen Changsheng was stunned, with a happy smile on his face, and said sincerely: Really? That's great.

Tang Sanshiliu was helpless and said, I'm about to surpass you, do you understand?

I've been waiting for this day. Chen Changsheng's face was full of joy. He took out a medicine box from his arms and handed it to him, saying: It contains instructions on how to take the medicine. Breaking through the realm is a big deal. Don't be careless. When the time comes, Which pill should be taken at which step, and the dosage of each dose must not be mistaken. I will ask Zhexiu to help keep an eye on it at night.

Inside the box is the elixir that Luoluo asked the priest from the palace to refine before the imperial examination. It uses the precious herbs that he and Tang Sanliu stole in the Baicao Garden, as well as the rare medicinal materials prepared by Luoluo's tribe, specifically to help Practitioners who practice sitting in the Zhaojing can break through the secluded realm and only follow the theory of medicinal power, and they are afraid that they will not be wronged by Huaiyuan's Jitian Wan.

Tang Sanliu was speechless while holding the medicine box, thinking that he wanted to encourage this guy, but why did the conversation end up like this? Suddenly, he thought that with Chen Changsheng's behavior, he had really given up on understanding the monument, right? When I thought of this, my mood suddenly became heavy.

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The mood of spring is getting clearer and clearer, and more and more snow geese are returning to Kyoto from Daxizhou. Twenty days have passed since the top three candidates of this year's imperial examination entered the Tianshu Mausoleum. During this period, people successively untied their photos. In Qingbei, only Chen Changsheng still sits in front of Beilu every day. Compared with the initial bustle, the current Beilu seems very deserted.

Gou Hanshi thought that there might really be something wrong with his state of mind. Even Tang Sanliu and Zhe Xiu began to lose confidence in him. The Stele Server who had been secretly paying attention to him had lost interest in him, let alone the rest of them. The observers of the monument could not hide the mocking look on their faces when they looked at his figure outside the monument house.

The situation in the Tomb of Heavenly Books was accurately transmitted to Kyoto, and the fact that Chen Changsheng still failed to successfully decode the monument brought many different reactions. In the palace of Dongyu Divine General, Mrs. Xu rarely lost her temper to Xu Shiji, saying that the family banquet should have waited for a while, but Xu Shiji remained silent and threw a precious Ru kiln porcelain cup. The atmosphere in the Priest's Office became a little depressing. Meili Sha half-lyed in a room full of plum blossoms with her eyes closed every day, as if she was sleeping. However, Priest Xin had clearly heard the old man's slightly regretful murmurs several times. :Did we push him too hard?

When Miss Mo Yu had free time, she would go to the small building of the National Education College and lie on Chen Changsheng's bed for a while. However, the clean young man's physical breath on the quilt and pillow became lighter and weaker, and her mood also became weaker. He became more and more irritable, and when he was reviewing the memorial for the empress, he scolded the two prefects rudely. Tianhai Shengxue returned to Yongxue Pass, but it did not affect the mood of the first family in the mainland today. Banquets were held continuously in several palaces in Kyoto, and literati and poets walked through them like lackeys. The head of the family and several important figures in the Tianhai family looked calmly, I actually felt a lot more relaxed.

Chen Changsheng's inability to decipher the monument caused countless discussions in Kyoto. People tried to explain this situation, but they felt that no one could explain it. The head of the Tianhai family said something mockingly at a banquet, which eventually became the consensus of most people. The consensus: No matter how brilliant a diamond is, after it burns so violently, what else is left except a few wisps of soot? You know, it burned for a whole year last year!

From the Ivy Banquet to the Imperial Examination, the young man from Xining Town has given this continent too many shocks and even miracles. The Tomb of Heavenly Books has now become a peak in front of him. No one thinks that the young man can continue to create miracles. Everyone thought that he would just disappear like the fallen geniuses in history.

Only one person still has confidence in Chen Changsheng. On the top floor of the main hall in the academy, Luo Luo stood by the railing with a canopy in her hands. She didn’t like the false sunshine in this world. She looked into the distance, but she could only see the unchanging perfection and could not see the real world. In the Tianshou Mausoleum, I could not see the teacher who was viewing the monument in the mausoleum.

My husband never cares about what others hope for him. He only lives for himself. But if you have hope for him, when has he ever let you down?

She turned around and looked at Jin Yulu, her pretty little face full of trust and pride: I don't know why he hasn't been able to solve the first Heavenly Book Monument until now, but I'm pretty sure that it's not that he can't solve it. That stone monument is because of some other reasons. If he succeeds, it will definitely shock everyone speechless again.

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I still wake up at five o'clock in the morning, open my eyes quietly, get up, wash up, cook and sweep, and then go to the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven.

The season of the year is spring, and the season of the day is morning. Spring morning is the most beautiful time, but it is a little cold. Chen Changsheng tightened his collar and sat down outside Beilu. He had been sitting here for several days. Except for occasionally going under the eaves to take shelter from the rain or the scorching sun, he had never moved. There was not a trace of dust on the bluestone under him. , and even becomes a little smooth.

He had read the notes left by Xun Mei many times from beginning to end and was already familiar with them. The inscriptions on the Heavenly Book Stele and the complicated lines had long been deeply engraved in his consciousness, although he did not have enough time to read all the inscriptions. The changes in the four seasons, but the daily changes have been mastered by him, so he doesn't need to look at anything anymore and just closes his eyes.

There were footsteps, hurriedly walking from a distance, and footsteps again, walking slowly in front of him. There were hushed comments on the mountain road, and there were deliberately loud and mocking words in his ears. sounded, and then the sounds slowly died away, leaving only silence and the chirping of birds in the forest.

The calls of birds in the forest suddenly became denser, and then bursts of geese were heard high in the sky, one of which was particularly clear.

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes and looked into the blue sky. He saw a group of snow geese flying from the east. It was unknown which batch of snow geese were returning to Kyoto. There was so much snow in the spring sky. It's really beautiful, he thought to himself. The clear cry of the wild goose should be from a young goose, or it might be the first time it has made such a long journey.

The snow geese continue to fly into the distance, may stay in Kyoto for a few days, and then continue westward.

It can only be this way.

Chen Changsheng stood up, said something regretfully, and walked into Beilu.

Looking at the cold stone monument and the lines on it that he was tired of seeing, he shook his head, thinking that his qualifications and talents were indeed not enough.

Xun Mei's notes brought great benefits to him and the other young men in the thatched house in interpreting the stele. Guan Feibai and others were able to interpret the stele so smoothly because they got close to the wisdom of the predecessors from that note, and thus obtained After receiving some kind of inspiration, the benefit he gained was that he had many more reference points.

In his notes, Xunmei left many ideas for interpreting the stele. There were more than ten ways to interpret the Zhaoqing stele alone. But the first sentence of Wang Zhice's notes found in Lingyan Pavilion mentioned that positions are relative. So what Chen Changsheng wants to do is not to interpret the monument according to those ideas, but to avoid these ideas and find a new one. path of.

By observing the natural changes of the inscription between heaven and earth, he could find his own answer. This is how he wanted to interpret the inscription.

This idea is most likely correct, but for his requirements, it is still quite incomplete, or not pure enough. It is still the three most mainstream and authentic methods of interpreting the stele: meaning, shape, and potential. deformation, or in other words, this method of interpreting the stele has not completely gotten rid of the influence of this inherent train of thought.

He was a little dissatisfied with this, so he thought hard for more than twenty days. Unfortunately, he still failed to succeed.

More importantly, as he once said to Gou Hanshi, what he practiced was to follow his heart. He always felt that this method of interpreting the monument, and even the methods of interpreting the monument by countless strong saints in the past, was wrong. He felt that this Tomb of Heavenly Books and these stone tablets should have a deeper meaning, and that was what he wanted to see.

It was a pity indeed that he did not have more time.

The clear cry of wild geese made him wake up. Time passed so quickly. In a flash, there were only a few days left before the opening of the Zhou Garden.

On the first day after entering the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, Gou Hanshi asked him whether he wanted to go to Zhou Garden or stay longer in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books. He said that he would think about it later. In the past few days, he had already figured out what choice he would make. .

If he cannot change his fate against the will of heaven or reach the realm of divine concealment, then he will only have five years left to live.

Of course I want to go to more places, see more scenery, and get to know more people.

He wants to go to Zhou Garden, he wants to go to Zhou Garden, then he must start to unravel the monument.

So, he began to unravel the monument.

He raised his right hand, pointed to a place on the stone tablet, and said, This is the word 家.

At this time, the sky was clear and clear. Among the extremely complicated lines on the monument, some were slightly shallower and seemed to float out when illuminated, faintly appearing to be characters.

Then he pointed to another stone tablet and said, This is the word jiang.

Immediately afterwards, without any pause, he looked at the place above the stone tablet where absolutely no one could read the words, and said: Dan.

cigarette.

According to.

eaves.

Autumn.

Cong.

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In the blink of an eye, he said twenty-eight words without stopping, and those were all the words on the tablet.

The last word is light.

His voice was very clear, just like the cry of wild geese before. There was no fear of the unknown world, only expectation and full of confidence.

Then, a breeze started blowing.