Fighter of the Destiny

Behind the Hanguang Hall of the Great Zhou Palace, a green bamboo car drove slowly. The curtains in front of the hall were lightly raised. Mo Yu appeared on the stone steps. The starlight fell on her beautiful face, illuminating her slender eyebrows and bright eyes. There is that touching plum makeup between the eyebrows.

She looked at the two snow-white reindeer in front of the chariot, raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked a little surprised, and asked: Where is the black jade?

The black sheep had disappeared into the dark night without a trace.

Grandma Ning held her hand and walked down the stone steps and said softly: I don't know where that little ancestor went.

Mo Yu knew that the black sheep had a somewhat withdrawn temperament and never listened to others in the palace. He shook his head and said, That's just a child.

Grandma Ning glanced at the night behind Hanguang Hall and thought to herself that he, who was standing by the pond with nowhere to go, was actually just a child.

Mo Yu knew what she was thinking, and said with a smile: Children, every family, talks about anger and harsh words one after another, in a formal way, but they don't know that in the eyes of others, this is just a bluff. , it just makes it more ridiculous.

Granny Ning said: I think people who are ridiculous are always cute.

A few months ago, Grandma Ning took care of Chen Changsheng's entry into the National Education Academy. When he responded afterwards, Mo Yu knew that she favored Chen Changsheng. Seeing that she insisted on saying good things for Chen Changsheng, he did not feel dissatisfied. , because this matter is over.

Chen Changsheng couldn't leave the abandoned garden, couldn't appear in front of everyone in Weiyang Palace, and couldn't break the engagement between Xu Yourong and Qiu Shanjun. By then, no matter how many harsh words he had said, they would only turn into jokes. , all his anger can only make him more painful.

The green bamboo car drove towards Weiyang Palace.

The Tiandao Academy's edict was forced to commit suicide by Zhou Tong's notoriety. After all, the Ivy Banquet needs someone to host it, not to mention that there are many important figures in the southern mission that will be received tonight. The Bishop of the Archdiocese and Xu Shiji are in charge of watching the ceremony. His Royal Highness King Chenliu came to the palace on behalf of the Holy Queen, and Mo Yu also had to appear in person to show his solemnity.

Grandma Ning held the window lattice of the green bamboo car with her left hand on the window, still looking in the direction of the abandoned garden from time to time, with a look of pity on her face.

Grandma, don't worry, nothing will happen to the little guy.

Mo Yu's voice came from the Qingzhu Car: No one can break the restrictions of Black Dragon Pond. Unless someone opens the garden gate outside, no one can leave. He just stays in the garden to be blown by the cold wind and mess with him. Compared to these things that have happened, what does it mean?”

Grandma Ning thought about the rumor and said worriedly: What if he encounters a taboo?

Mo Yu said: Since it is a taboo, why is it so easy to encounter it?

She said it casually, seemingly coldly, but Granny Ning could hear the exhaustion in it. Thinking of how she had been on the stone steps in front of the palace, looking at the girl's haggard appearance even under the starlight, even the plum makeup between her eyebrows could not be concealed. She did not hesitate to waste her money on the girl. Some people didn’t understand that Zhen Yuan also wanted to use secret techniques to trap Chen Changsheng.

Girl, you once promised Miss Yourong that you wouldn't do anything to that boy.

Did I do anything tonight? I just moved my mouth.

Mo Yu thought about the letter from the south a few months ago, and said angrily: That damn girl doesn't want to marry him, but she doesn't allow anyone to touch him, hurt him, or harm him. Given these rules, otherwise, Why is it so troublesome and requires me to put so much thought into it.”

With her terrifying level of cultivation, coupled with her terrifying power position in the Great Zhou Dynasty, there are tens of thousands of ways to deal with a young man like Chen Changsheng, which can make him miserable and have no love in life, but it is because of that. Letters have to be so troublesome.

The more she thought about it, the more unhappy she became, and said: My family broke up the marriage, and she wanted me to take all the trouble. She was hiding in the south and being a good person, but she wanted me to be this evil person. Didn't you hear how that young man scolded me before? If If it weren’t for her, I would have killed him long ago!”

Grandma Ning smiled and said, Young lady and Miss Yourong are like sisters, so we should put more thought into it.

Mo Yu sneered and said, They say Black Jade is the little ancestor. In fact, that Phoenix is ​​the real little ancestor. People in the whole continent think that she is pure, smart, and carved from ice, but they don't know that she is a stingy person. , I can't afford to offend anyone. If I really want to make her unhappy, she can do anything. I'm not here to help her out of sisterhood. I'm just worried that she doesn't want to go with her. If she really doesn't marry Qiu Shanjun, that's terrible. what to do?

Grandma Ning said with relief: Fortunately, as long as tonight is over, you don't have to worry about anything.

The car curtains were slightly lifted, and Mo Yu looked at the abandoned garden behind Hanguang Palace and the Hantan Pool hidden by the old walls of Qiulin. Thinking about what Chen Changsheng said, he wondered if tonight would really go smoothly? Why must he be locked up here? What on earth was the saint thinking?

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After those words full of ridicule, Mo Yu's voice never sounded again. Chen Changsheng stood quietly in the abandoned garden alone, with the cold pool in front and the plum tree beside him. His figure was no longer the same as before. So lonely, as if my body was filled with strength again.

After confirming that Mo Yu had left, he started walking forward, passing the lonely plum trees, and came to the edge of the pool. At the same time, he felt a chill on his face.

The waste garden was obviously much colder than other places in the palace, and the reason should be the cold pool in front of him. He carefully observed the water of the cold pool, letting the cold keep spreading layer by layer on his face, until A layer of frost is gradually forming on his eyebrows.

It's not self-abuse, but he wants to use the help of the environment to make himself calmer. He doesn't want to waste time in negative emotions such as anger - the few words he said to Mo Yu before were really childish. The harsh, useless words seemed completely contrary to calmness, but he still said them.

There are three thousand avenues, but what he cultivates is in accordance with his heart. Walk according to your heart and live according to your heart. If heaven and earth prevent him from going according to your heart, you have to find a way to make your heart go according to your will. Only by following your heart can you have true peace, and peace is the highest state of calmness.

Of course, he didn't want his words to turn into a joke. He had to leave the Waste Garden and rush to Weiyang Palace - before leaving the National Education Academy, he had made corresponding arrangements, but since those big shots were able to trick Luoluo out of Weiyang Palace, He couldn't put all his hopes in her hands.

How can I leave this abandoned garden? In fact, he didn't even have a clue now, but he still said that to Mo Yu before, just like he told Tang Sanliu and Luo Luo that he was going to take part in the imperial examination and win the first place.

There is obviously no reason, and there is no possibility for him to speak, but he can speak calmly and naturally, and it is natural. That kind of self-confidence without any reason is shocking and admirable to those close to him, but to outsiders Of course it is wishful thinking and extremely ridiculous.

Only he himself understands that this confidence comes from necessity. At the beginning of next year, he must take part in the imperial examination and get the first place, then he will definitely get it, otherwise he will die. Tonight, he must leave the Waste Garden and appear in Weiyang Palace, then he will definitely be able to do it.

He must do it, so he must be able to do it. Before that, he must believe that he can do it, so that his mind can be clear.

It's still the same sentence: There are three thousand avenues, he only cultivates according to his heart.

Everything he did after leaving Xining and coming to Kyoto was closely related to these three words.

Because only by following your will can you go against destiny.

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Looking around the abandoned garden, there are autumn trees on the old walls, the remaining lotuses on the pond have withered early, and the petals of old years are piled up under the plum trees, but they have not been blown away by the wind.

I am not familiar with the scenery, but I feel like I have seen it somewhere.

He has not traveled thousands of miles and seen many scenery.

But he has read thousands of books, traveled thousands of miles in the books, and seen many scenery.

Keeping the scenery around the abandoned garden deeply in his mind, he sat cross-legged by the pond, closed his eyes, calmed down, and began to think about the books he had read in the past.

There are Taoist canons, travel notes, essays by the previous dynasty Wen Zong, and novels about ghosts, gods, and strange things.

It was a book he had read in the old temple in Xining Town, and it was also a book he had read in the library of the Chinese Academy of Education.

He sat by the pond, his eyes closed tightly, but countless books were flipping in front of his eyes.

The cold wind seemed to be able to read, turning the pages of the book and stopping at the page he wanted to see.

There are pictures on those pages, as well as annotated text.

Nan Ke Ji

On the Origin and Condition of the Palaces

Array Home Nest

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Chen Changsheng opened his eyes, stood up, and looked around the abandoned garden again.

The Abandoned Garden was still the same garden as before, and the Cold Pool was still the same pool as before, but now in his eyes, it was completely different.

The dozen or so plum blossoms scattered by the pond seem to have no connection and no deep meaning, but the scenery is the same in all seasons. Whenever it does not change, only the trees remain.

The rocks on the edge of the cold pool were rugged, and there was no break in the middle. The old wall of the abandoned garden on the outer edge was broken on the south side of the pool. There seemed to be a way out into the night, but he knew that was not a way out, but he had not finished writing. of a sum.

The dozen or so plum trees vaguely stood in a row here.

This is the same word.

There is a story written in Nanke Ji, there is a picture in Zhenleibenchao, and the theory of the origins of various palaces tells about a palace that was burned down in the previous dynasty.

That palace is called Tong Palace.

Tong Palace, where a generation of emperors was imprisoned to death.

It is also a formation created by a certain generation of popes who spent their entire lives practicing.

Chen Changsheng recognized this abandoned garden and this cold pond, what could he do?

Unless one reaches the legendary Congsheng realm, it is possible to forcibly break through this Tong Palace.

Of course, any palace has its own door, and any formation must leave a glimmer of hope.

But from ancient times to the present, no one has ever dared to leave the Shengmen of Tong Palace.

Because of the Tong Palace that was burned to ashes many years ago, the God of Death was guarding outside the door. If you stay in the palace, you can still survive, but if you go out, you will definitely die.

Because blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, the so-called glimmer of hope is often the end of death.

Chen Changsheng knew where the students in Tong Palace were.

The wind rises and the water rises.

Where the night wind arises but has not yet been exhausted, where the water has gathered but has not yet risen.

He looked at the cold pool in front of him and remained silent.

The sound of graceful and solemn ritual music came from the distance outside the abandoned garden, coming from Weiyang Palace.

The southern delegation has already taken its seat, and guests from both sides have arrived.

He no longer thought about it and walked directly into the cold pool.

I was very satisfied with the two chapters last night, but some readers disagreed. I wrote some words, but they were all deleted in the end. Just write them seriously. I am also very satisfied with the plot of Zhe Tian Ji in the next few days. I hope it can be presented perfectly and strive to make everyone agree with my satisfaction. Of course this is very difficult, but I will work hard. Thank you everyone. The next chapter may be Late, I have been writing slowly lately.