Fighter of the Destiny

Ji Jin, from Huaiyuan in the south, swore a blood oath to become a tablet attendant and could not leave the Tomb of Heaven's Book for the rest of his life.

Last year, this person tried to help Zhong Hui, a disciple of Huaiyuan, to defeat Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi on the way to enlightenment by observing the stele. He made many bitter ridicules and reprimands for Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi's method of interpreting the stele, but in the end he was defeated by Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi. Han Shi was silently humiliated by the facts.

Ji Jin looked at Chen Changsheng, with hostility and resentment in his eyes.

Although as a tablet attendant, he was not allowed to leave the Tomb of Heaven's Book for the rest of his life, he was not isolated from the world after all. News from outside the Mausoleum of Heaven's Book gradually reached his ears.

Chen Changsheng viewed all the tombstones in front of him in one day; he became the youngest dean of the Chinese Academy of Education; he went to Zhou Garden; he may have died but he came back to life; he went south with Su Li; his swordsmanship improved rapidly, Breaking through the realm defeated Juxing, and defeated Xu Yourong, the genius of the generation, on the Naihe Bridge; he was finally determined to be the successor of the state religion...

Zhong Hui, a disciple of Huaiyuan who had high hopes for him, won the third place in the imperial examination last year. Under the guidance of Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi, he achieved great success in just over a year. The progress has shocked the entire Tiannan, but how can it be compared with Chen Changsheng?

More importantly, this is the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books that I can only leave behind if I am willing to sacrifice my life and freedom!

Why can you come and go so freely?

Xu Yourong didn't know Ji Jin, but he could feel that this advanced stele attendant was obviously hostile to Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng probably understood where Ji Jin's anger came from. He bowed slightly and said nothing.

Logically speaking, Ji Jin should be the one to salute him, but he thought that the other party was here after all in age and seniority, so he saluted first.

However, Ji Jin still had no intention of saluting him, and just stared at him.

Xu Yourong's expression was very calm, but his eyes gradually became brighter when looking at Ji Jin.

Chen Changsheng shook his head and led her through the other side of the mountain road.

Ji Jin's hands exposed outside his sleeves trembled slightly, especially when Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong walked past him, their veins were clearly visible.

In the end he did nothing because he didn't dare.

He has been very depressed these years, and he really wants to vent his anger. Chen Changsheng is naturally the best target.

But he is in Tianshu Mausoleum, and his family and Huaiyuan are still outside Tianshu Mausoleum.

If he didn't want his family and Huaiyuan to be burned to ashes by the angry flames of the state religion, there was nothing he could do.

He doesn't have to bow to Chen Changsheng, but he can't make a move to Chen Changsheng.

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The sun is rising, the snow clouds have dispersed, and Kyoto in winter has a unique, sparse beauty.

Standing next to the woods between the mausoleums and looking at the streets of Kyoto in the distance, Chen Changsheng remembered that he and Luo Luo stood at the banyan tree at the National Education College and looked at the streets, and said: I once asked Luo Luo to help check your news, since... ...Now that I have found you, I feel that I should tell her about this matter, so I mentioned it in my letter to her.

Xu Yourong said softly: When we were in Lishan, I thought you were dead at first, so I told my senior brother about what happened in Zhou Garden. My senior brother was a little worried about me. After eating beef bones a few days ago, I wrote a letter Write to him.

We met at Naihe Bridge that day, and then ate beef bone pot. After confirming some things, we should confirm other things clearly. This is a very responsible attitude, although he and she have no experience in this area. , I didn’t think about anything too specific, but I did it.

Mentioning these two letters at this time is naturally another way to express one's feelings.

From Zhou Yuan to now, he and she have expressed their feelings many times, but the methods are a little special, such as dusting the snow, touching shoulders, or writing letters to others.

Chen Changsheng's eyes were very clear, like a stream, and it was easy to see the joyful colors swimming like fish.

Xu Yourong said softly: I didn't ask you to come to Tianshu Mausoleum because... you have some serious business.

The words are full of meaning - the four words in this sentence are not for the sake of. In fact, it should be more than just for.

If we meet in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, what business can we do? Naturally, it’s a matter of the Heavenly Book Monument.

Behind them is Zhaoqing Beilu. On the black stone tablet, the verses are so clear, but the lines are still so difficult to understand.

Chen Changsheng walked to the Monument House, thinking back to the time he spent viewing the monument here last year, and felt a little emotional.

I was cooking in the thatched hut and saw the light falling on the fence...

He spoke without reservation of his own experience and several methods when observing the stele and enlightening the Tao.

Xu Yourong listened quietly, his hands behind his back trembling gently in the breeze, as if he was pushing the horoscope, constantly making deductions according to his words.

When Chen Changsheng finished speaking, she began to talk about her first experience and gains when observing the Qing Monument: ...so in essence, the so-called shade is also the change of light.

Chen Changsheng was a little unsure and said, The ink and brushstrokes on the rubbings are of different shades. Will it be disappointing due to the shape?

Xu Yourong said: The rubbings of the Heavenly Book stele preserved by Nanxi Zhai are the seals of the first generation saints using the Heavenly Heart in their souls, and then reflected on the stone stele, the true meaning can be preserved two or three times.

When Chen Changsheng heard this, he couldn't help but feel infinite awe for the saint who founded the Southern sect of the state religion.

The true meaning can be preserved for two or three times, which sounds a bit shabby, but you must know that the true meaning here is the true meaning of the Heavenly Book Stele. The first-generation saint was actually able to copy those true meanings directly into her soul, and she also Being able to re-interpret it into line shapes is truly a magical power.

This rubbing of the Heavenly Book Stele is naturally completely different from the rubbings sold by the vendors in front of the Liziyuan Inn.

And what I just talked about was not rubbings. Xu Yourong said, The shades I'm talking about are the shades of the brush marks on the Heavenly Book Stele.

Chen Changsheng was a little unresponsive and asked, Have you ever come to the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books to see the monument?

Xu Yourong was a little embarrassed and said, When I was five years old, I was brought in by my empress.

Chen Changsheng was silent, thinking that he was indeed a person who left people speechless.

After looking at the Zhaoqing Monument, I went to the second Tianshu Monument. Occasionally, I could see some observers, but the number was not large. Moreover, those people stayed in the Tianshu Mausoleum for many years. Their Taoist hearts had long been silent, and their attention was only On top of the stone monument, their arrival was not noticed.

The two walked casually in the mountain tomb, exchanging their experiences and insights when viewing the monument. They compared each other and benefited from each other.

When they came to the broken monument, winter was already at its peak.

There was no one in front of the Broken Stele Cottage. Chen Changsheng walked to the hut and looked at the Broken Stele in deep thought.

Xu Yourong walked up to him, looked at him, shook his head, and said softly but firmly: No.

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(In order to thank a certain reader, and because... I can’t bear the loneliness, can’t hold the sesame oil, can’t save the manuscript, there will be another update at 8pm.)