No, of course it cannot be changed.
There is no such thing as fate, so naturally there is no such thing as changing fate against the sky.
Chen Changsheng looked at the last paragraph in the notebook, and was silent for a long time, feeling indescribable, a little relieved, but more bewildered. Wang Zhice's words were like a thunder, exploding in his sea of consciousness, but unfortunately, it was not spring thunder, unable to bring spring rain that nourished the earth, on the contrary, it was more like a bell, which made him never Waking up from false hopes.
This passage is indeed very powerful, but to him, it doesn't mean anything—no, it won't be just this notebook—relying on the strong willpower developed in the past few years of fighting against life and death, Chen Changsheng didn't use it for long. Then he calmed down and confirmed that this was not the whole night of Lingyan Pavilion.
When the Lingyan Pavilion was first built, his master Ji Taoist was already an important figure in the capital. When those heroes were seriously ill and dying, it was the master who saw the doctor for them, so he must know more secrets and let him go through a lot of hardships Wan Ku entered Lingyan Pavilion not only to see Wang Zhice's words.
He stuffed the notes he had read into the hilt of the dagger, looked at the box cover on the bluestone wall, looked at the complicated and inexplicable copper wires and dense copper pillars, and felt that this picture was very similar to the vast sea of stars in the night sky. Similarly, he was not intoxicated in this sea, reached out to pick up the box lid, and stuffed it into the hilt of the sword.
The note and the lid of the box were not small, and they couldn't be stuffed into the hilt no matter how you looked at it, but he forced it in like this, like a big tree being swallowed by quicksand less than a foot in size, or like a mountain being swallowed by a man. The small black hole sucked into other worlds, under the soft light of the luminous pearl, the picture was a bit weird.
After finishing these two things, he reached into the bluestone wall and groped carefully in the box. Sure enough, after a while, he found a black stone inside.
This black stone was about the length of half a finger, slightly slender, and one could feel its hardness just by looking at it with the naked eye, and the tactile sensation from his fingertips also proved this point.
Chen Changsheng sat under the corner of the wall, held the black stone in front of the night pearl, and observed it carefully—this black stone could be hidden in Lingyan Pavilion by Wang Zhice together with the notebook, so it must not be an ordinary thing.
The surface of the black stone is smooth, with a mist-like water color, without any cracks on it, and the whole body is dark. It looks like ink, but it is more like the sea in a starless night. There is nothing on the surface of the black stone, and I have been looking at it for a long time , but it seems that there are undulating waves like ink, producing countless kinds of black with different shades.
Chen Changsheng's eyes fell on the black stone, like falling into a black ocean.
The black ocean is the night sky.
His consciousness came into the night sky.
In the originally dark night sky, countless stars suddenly lit up.
At this time, like the night of the destiny star, he entered a state of nothingness and selflessness, allowing his consciousness to float in the night sky and travel freely among the stars. After an unknown amount of time, he saw a small red star appear somewhere in the extremely distant night sky.
Chen Changsheng looked at the star calmly and felt very comfortable, because it was his life star.
The star is calm and healthy, full of vitality, constantly spreading bright and pure light into the night sky, it doesn't look like it will go out at all.
He suddenly realized something.
Even if he really died five years later, this star would still be shining.
This fact gave him some comfort, but then, he felt even more sad and sad.
In the space around this red star, there are countless other stars.
He looked at those stars, and found that those stars hanging in the night sky were also looking at him calmly and indifferently, or at the little red star that belonged to him.
He suddenly became uneasy and felt a strong emotion of fear. Just like in Lingyan Pavilion, when he looked at those portraits, he always felt that those people in the portraits were looking at him.
Those people are dead, but they seem to be alive.
These stars are speechless, but seem to want to tell something.
His consciousness didn't know that his body was still in Lingyan Pavilion at this time, sitting against the bluestone wall, extremely stiff, like a statue.
The black stone pinched by his two fingers suddenly became extremely bright, producing infinite light and heat, the light could not penetrate the doors and windows of Lingyan Pavilion, and only his body could perceive the heat.
Chen Changsheng in Lingyan Pavilion began to sweat non-stop, and the sweat was evaporated again in an instant, and finally turned into a cloud of white mist, surrounding him.
An indescribable strange fragrance was also in the white mist, fortunately it was blocked by the edge of the mist, and did not spread out.
An indescribably wonderful breath emerged from the depths of the black stone, followed his fingers, entered his body, passed through his secluded mansion, and finally landed in his sea of consciousness.
There was a loud bang in Chen Changsheng's mind! Different from the feeling when I read the last paragraph of Wang Zhice's notes, this thunder is more like real thunder!
Countless turbulent waves set off in his sea of consciousness, as if the dome was about to be lifted!
Leaning against the bluestone wall, his eyelids kept trembling, faster and faster, sweat flowed more and more, and the white mist around him became thicker and thicker until it covered his face.
In the depths of this white mist, he tightly closed his eyes, the eyelids were still trembling at high speed, after the spring thunder resounding through the sea of consciousness, countless images appeared.
It was a magnificent church, full of light everywhere, countless priests knelt down on the ground, and the hundreds of statues on both sides of the church seemed to be humbled by the light.
In the depths of the tide-like light, an old man wearing a divine robe and a divine crown held a divine scepter tightly in his hand, facing the sky full of stars above the church, saying prayers loudly, in front of the divine throne, A middle-aged man with a fat body was kneeling. As the sacrificial ceremony proceeded, the projection of starlight fell on his body, and at the same time, an unusually majestic breath returned from his body to the starry sky.
In the deepest part of the starry sky, there are changes, those changes are so subtle, some stars become a little darker, but it is just moths stretching out their wings to block the sun, and some stars are slightly out of position, but just Luoshui has risen by a hair's length. Even the observatory with the longest history in the world, it is difficult to observe this change, not even the Tianji Pavilion.
In that piece of night sky, the stars moved slightly, either dark or faint, countless subtle changes merged into one place, and the invisible power structure was also changing, and the lavender star in the middle gradually became thicker, thicker to gorgeous , the purple reached the extreme, and then suddenly burst into great light!
Emperor Ziwei appeared like this, and in the human world, soldiers and horses from Tianliang County went out of Qishan Mountain to the east, conquered seventeen cities, broke the siege of Luoyang, captured the mausoleum of Kyoto, and Emperor Taizu officially ascended the throne.
A few years later, there was a tragic fight in the Baicao Garden in Kyoto, the silent night was broken, the night sky was torn apart, the stars that had changed their position and brightness gradually dimmed, blood flowed into rivers, brothers killed each other, so many emperors... An excellent son, only one survived in the end.
A few years later, a game of cards was over, and the messing around with several beautiful maids was over. Emperor Taizu came to the shed full of knotted vines, looked at the stars in the night sky, and showed a miserable smile on his face.
The Ziwei star in the night sky is still dazzling, but it no longer belongs to him, but to his son, the king of Qi known for his benevolence and filial piety, who is now His Majesty Taizong.
The galaxy continued to change, and the twenty-four constellations occupying the Nakano land shone sequentially, as if they were about to release all the energy accumulated throughout the ages in just a few decades.
The light of the twenty-four constellations is so dazzling that no one notices that Ziwei Dixing, which is surrounded by these constellations, has quietly changed its posture, and it only moves a little when viewed from the ground. Already heading north, directly into the dark night sky.
The demon army was defeated and returned to the north, and the human world was peaceful. A Lingyan Pavilion was built in Kyoto. A skinny painter lay on the ground and kept painting, with a crazy expression on his face.
His Majesty Emperor Taizong's most beloved and respected empress, Empress, died of illness. Her elder brother, Zhao Guogong, who ranked first in the portraits of heroes in Lingyan Pavilion, was given to death. But in the history books, the cause of his death was the same as that of his younger sister. Because of the most common disease in Luoxichuan, Zheng Guogong, the only person in the world who dared to scold His Majesty Taizong, died of illness. Qin Chong and Yu Gong, who were most loyal to His Majesty, died of unknown reasons, but they died very quickly. Calm, even happy, without any complaints.
The Great Zhou was in its prime, but those famous ministers and generals were gradually withering.
One late autumn, after attending the funeral of a colleague, Wang Zhice walked into the palace silently, came to Lingyan Pavilion, looked at the portraits on the wall, and finally walked to his own portrait, he quietly looked at himself in the portrait, As if attending his own funeral ahead of schedule, he even said with a smile the words Wan Zai.
He hid a box in the bluestone wall next to the portrait, then turned and left.
Wang Zhice on the portrait looked at Wang Zhice who walked out of Lingyan Pavilion, smiled and said nothing.
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Chen Changsheng opened his eyes and woke up. At this moment, the thick fog that had been surrounding him suddenly converged, like a collapse, falling on his body at a speed invisible to the naked eye, passing through the hospital uniform, through the pores on the skin, into his body.
The mist was originally his sweat, and when it returned to his body, it also turned into something like water, turning into countless streams, which began to moisten the river valleys that had dried up during the Dachao Trial, and then flowed toward the broken river valleys. The abyss at the end of the mountains fell, and there was no echo.
Snow fell over the snow field that had been completely burned out in the battle with Gou Hanshi. The snow flakes were like goose feathers, and the whole wasteland turned into a vast expanse of whiteness again, seemingly slowly but extremely quickly.
Then there are wind and rain from all directions, coming from all directions, either horizontally or vertically, or rising from the blue sky, or rising from the ground, rustling, pattering, and hitting the lake in the sky, the picture is extremely magnificent.
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