The stone steps are flat and wide, with fine lines engraved on them, not patterns, but just for anti-slip. Although the stone steps are long, with no rails or cables on both sides, as if facing an abyss, walking on them is very solid, as if you will never make a mistake, or , This is exactly the protection given to the latecomers by the people who built this stone step back then.
Looking at the endless stone steps, Chen Changsheng walked silently and calmly at the moment when he finally came to the end. After an unknown amount of time, he finally came to the night sky.
At the end of the stone steps is a flat ground, and in the middle is a pavilion made of wooden beams and stone bricks. This building occupies a very large area and is also extremely tall, but because it is far away from the ground and the world, it looks very lonely.
Looking into the distant night, only the figure of Terrace Gan is in the parallel field of vision. Those legendary night pearls exude a faint brilliance, which looks like a lamp.
In the entire imperial palace and even in the entire capital, except for Gan Terrace, he was located at the highest position, and he could see all the streets and alleys of the capital. If the weather was fine, he could even see the Baliu in the distance, but Chen Changsheng did not Looking at the surrounding scenery from a distance, because the night is dark now, and the scenery on the ground cannot be seen clearly, and because he is not in the mood to look at the scenery now.
After withdrawing his gaze from Gan Terrace, he landed on the lonely pavilion and never looked away, his expression remained the same, but the emotions in his heart were already slightly turbulent.
From Xining to Kyoto, thousands of miles of wind and rain.
He finally arrived in front of Lingyan Pavilion.
Lingyan Pavilion has no boards, no hanging lanterns, no gorgeous decorations, only beams and bluestone walls with a natural and solemn atmosphere, without a trace of light, it looks extraordinarily silent.
There is no lock on the door, and it seems that it can be pushed open as long as you stretch out your hand.
Standing in front of the door, Chen Changsheng was silent for a moment, adjusting his mood until his breathing became absolutely calm, then he raised his hands and landed on the door, pushing forward slightly.
There was no creaking sound, it was as smooth as a leaf falling into water, the door of Lingyan Pavilion slowly opened, a ray of light overflowed from the crack of the door, as the crack of the door widened, more light spilled out, falling on him, The slightly startled expression on his face was clearly illuminated.
The light overflowing from Lingyan Pavilion was white, illuminating his slightly childish face like a jade stone, and his eyebrows looked even darker because of the contrast, like straight ink lines.
Chen Changsheng didn't understand why the inside of the door was so bright and there was so much light, and why he couldn't see anything from the outside before. Could it be that those windows were all fake
Thinking of these things, his movements did not slow down, the door was pushed open about a foot, he stepped over the threshold and walked in, into Lingyan Pavilion.
As soon as his left foot landed, the door closed behind him again. He looked back subconsciously, looked at the closed door and was silent for a moment, vaguely guessing that he, like the white lights inside the building, could no longer be seen by people outside the building, thinking about it from another angle, From the moment he opened the door and walked into Lingyan Pavilion, he was isolated from the real world.
Thinking for just a moment, he turned his head and looked forward, only to see a bright light.
There are no lights, no tallow candles, and no night pearls in Lingyan Pavilion. If some kind of formation is attached to those doors and windows, which can completely shield the sun, wind and sound, then it should be completely dark at this time, so where did the light that spilled out of the door come from
He squinted his eyes and walked towards the blazing light, because the light was too dazzling, he couldn't see what was inside the building at all, let alone the portraits of the legendary heroes. Moths can only move forward according to the most instinctive or simple perception.
However, he only took one step forward before being forced to stop.
Because he felt an extremely terrifying aura, that aura came from all places in the building, from every ray of light, that aura was chilling, holy, bloody, and tyrannical, it had countless flavors, but it had the same essence, that It is powerful, unimaginably powerful.
That powerful breath fell on his clothes, fell on his eyebrows, penetrated into his skin, flowed through his blood vessels, and went straight into the depths of his viscera, and it just went away in an instant.
Chen Changsheng couldn't resist this aura at all. He was like the humblest ant in front of this aura.
That breath circulated inside and outside his body for several weeks, and did not cause him any harm, but just this kind of contact made his spiritual consciousness violently unstable. If it lasted longer, his The sea of consciousness will collapse, and will be directly crushed into powder by this breath.
Fortunately, this breath didn't stay for too long. When the huge building was about to touch the ground, it suddenly turned into a breeze, leaving his body softly and disappearing.
In just an instant, Chen Changsheng's clothes were completely wet with sweat.
He collected himself and continued to walk. Fortunately, when the second step fell, nothing strange happened, unlike before, as if he was in the middle of a tragic battlefield.
The light was still blazing, he squinted his eyes and walked towards the brightest and hottest place, and vaguely saw a beam of light blooming like a flower in his vision, and he understood that this was probably the source.
He stretched out his hand towards the beam of anger, and touched it with his fingertips, but it was not hot, but cold, very comfortable, his fingers went up along with it, and finally he held it tightly with his hands.
With one grip, the light suddenly dimmed, and the incandescent pavilion gradually dimmed. He squinted his eyes, barely able to see some pictures clearly, until finally, everything became normal.
Only then did he realize that he was holding a torch in his hand.
The material of the torch is neither gold nor jade, more like glass, but it is not transparent. There are countless bright particles on the milky white surface, and there seems to be a lot of energy in those particles.
This torch was the beam of light that bloomed in full bloom before. After being held by him, the light gradually converged and became what it is now, leaving only a white flame at the top.
The flame is not strong, but it is very beautiful, just like fireworks in the daytime, it is not easy to see clearly, but it can give the gloomy sky an extra crisp and stern sense of destruction.
Looking at the torch, Chen Changsheng vaguely remembered that he had read some records in Daozang. In the Hundred Weapons List a long time ago, there was an artifact of the Demon Race called Daytime Fireworks. Could this torch be that legendary artifact? Was it taken back to Kyoto by Emperor Taizong's generals during the war
Thinking of this, he felt that the torch in his hand became very heavy, and then he remembered that he was now standing in Lingyan Pavilion, standing in the most glorious history of mankind.
He looked around subconsciously, and saw nothing in the pavilion, no tables and chairs, only a futon in the middle, which seemed extraordinarily empty, even a little deserted.
This building doesn't look like a place for people to live in. In fact, Lingyan Pavilion is not for people to live in, but for enshrining portraits—those dozens of portraits on the gray and white walls.
Holding the torch, Chen Changsheng walked towards the wall and stood in front of the first portrait.
The portrait is of a middle-aged nobleman with three thick beards and smiling eyes, but the distance between the eyebrows and eyes is a little far away, giving people a feeling of indifference. He is the hero Zhao Guogong.
Looking at the famous brother-in-law of Emperor Taizong, Chen Changsheng was silent for a moment, saluted, but did not stay for too long, and continued to look down.
The second portrait is Chen Gong, the king of Hejian. The third portrait is Du Ruyu, the Duke of Lai. The fourth portrait is the famous Wei Guogong, and the fifth portrait is Zheng Guogong, whose wife is more famous...
In front of these portraits, Chen Changsheng saluted respectfully, but did not stop. Until he came to the eighth portrait, the expression on his face finally changed.