After entering the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, he didn’t read the book but only looked at the scenery. No one knew what Chen Changsheng was thinking about, why he did this, in fact, even he himself didn’t understand why he refused to take a step into the Mausoleum of Books, and refused to look at those steles. , only willing to walk around in the garden under the mausoleum and wait and see.
Looking at the setting sun that was about to set in the distance, his hand fell on the hilt of the dagger, and his consciousness lightly brushed over the black stone, feeling the warm breath, and he became sober, and understood that waiting and watching meant He hesitated, and the reason why he hesitated was because he subconsciously did not want to continue practicing.
Practice makes people grow and become strong. Only when he becomes a real strong man can he change his destiny according to the methods Lingyan Pavilion told him, but... he hasn't really started on the road yet, but he has already seen the end of the long road Those bloody scenes made the footsteps so heavy that it was difficult to move.
He didn't know how to think about these problems before. In the face of life and death, everything is very simple. Only by surviving can he be qualified to think about it. Now he is far from solving the problem, but he starts to think about these problems. I have to say that this seems a bit hypocritical. It can also be said that this is a kind of happiness.
The dusk was getting darker, and the green hills seemed to be burning in the sunset. He had already walked more than a circle around the Tianshu Mausoleum, and came to a forest garden in the southwest corner, and saw a thatched cottage.
The thatched cottage was built in a crude manner, with bark visible on the beams, which looked extremely rough. The grass on the eaves had not been replaced for many years, and it was very ugly.
If you will stay in Tianshu Mausoleum for a long time, you will need to find a place to stay and rest. Chen Changsheng does not intend to accept the arrangement with those candidates, subconsciously he does not want to get too close to the stone monuments in Qingqiu that he has not seen so far, and is going to look at them. See if you can stay here.
He politely called twice to the thatched cottage, but no one responded. After thinking for a while, he walked up the stone steps, pushed in the door, and found that there were only some simple furnishings in the thatched cottage, and the tabletop was covered with a light layer of gray. The water tank behind the side door was about to dry up, but there was still a lot of rice in the rice bucket.
There should be someone living here, but that person lived extremely carelessly. Chen Changsheng was a bit obsessed with cleanliness. Seeing the appearance of the room, he couldn't help shaking his head, but he didn't leave. After thinking about it, he found a bucket and a rag in the corner of the room and started cleaning.
From Xining Town to Kyoto, from the old temple to the Orthodox Academy, what he is best at is not reading, but cleaning the yard, washing the face, and it didn’t take long for the cottage to be cleaned inside and out, and the water in the tank was clean. There are no traces of spider webs under the eaves. Although I dare not say that it has completely changed its appearance from before, it has at least met his standard and can be lived.
Stewed the rice in the pot, cut a third of the salted fish tied to the beam and steamed it on it, pulled some cabbages from the garden, washed them and waited for frying. After finishing these things, he seriously After washing his hands and wiping them clean with a handkerchief, he sat down on the stone steps and stared at the scenery in a daze again.
As the twilight receded, the Tianshu Mausoleum gradually darkened. The scenery was not as beautiful as before, but it gave people a more mysterious feeling. Those green trees on the mountain turned into ink blobs, as if they were some words.
Thousands of years ago, there was a demon king who studied Taoism in Tianshu Mausoleum for ten years. Zhou Dufu understood all the steles and climbed to the top of Tianshu Mausoleum in only three days and three nights. There are countless stories like this in the history of Tianshu Mausoleum, because this place was originally a legendary holy place.
Thinking of those stories or rumors, and thinking of the number one divine general in the mainland who had been sitting in a pavilion for hundreds of years in front of the Shinto, Chen Changsheng's mind was slightly shaken, and his pupils became darker and darker due to the night.
"Longing, or being in awe, is normal, but... you just look at it and do nothing, in my opinion, it's very stupid... a waste of life."
A voice sounded from outside the dilapidated fence of the thatched cottage. The man spoke very slowly, without any obvious fluctuations in his tone, and it sounded like a boring tune.
Chen Changsheng looked back, and saw a young man standing outside the fence. The young man was very thin, with no emotion on his face, and looked very indifferent, just like his pale eyebrows.
It was the boy from the werewolf clan who did Zhexiu.
Chen Changsheng knew that Yi Zhexiu's military exploits in northern Xinjiang could easily be converted into the qualifications to enter Tianshu Mausoleum, but he waited for the other party at the Orthodox Academy for several days, but the other party did not show up. Candidates came to Tianshu Mausoleum together, and they were still somewhat surprised.
He raised his hand to the young man outside the fence, thought for a while and said, "Listening to music, watching dramas and reading novels, aren't many people actually wasting their lives? I really think about this feeling too."
"But you... are not this kind of person." Zhexiu looked at him through the fence and said, his voice was still a bit dry and awkward, but he was very sure and beyond doubt.
Chen Changsheng was silent, and after a while he said: "I still can't figure out some things. Before that, I don't want to do anything for the time being, at least I don't want to do anything today."
He and Zhexiu had only met each other in the Dachao Examination, and they were not familiar with him. Moreover, his first impression of this wolf boy was that he was extremely dangerous and very vigilant. At this moment, he suddenly felt that this wolf boy could understand his confusion, or it was because of the cruelty of the wind and snow or the rumors related to this boy.
"Is living the most important thing?" He looked at Zhe Xiu and asked seriously.
A fifteen-year-old boy who asks his peers what seems to be a philosophical question about life and death will definitely be laughed at in those academies in Kyoto.
Zhexiu was not an ordinary boy, so he didn't laugh at Chen Changsheng, but remained silent for a long time, and after some very serious thinking, he made his own answer.
"Living is not the most important thing."
In the snowy northern Xinjiang, it is very difficult to live. It is even more difficult for a half-blood wolf cub who was expelled from the tribe since he was a child. Zhe Xiu survived desperately and did countless things to survive. It's a cold-blooded thing, but he doesn't think living is the most important thing.
The answer is somewhat surprising.
Chen Changsheng thought about it seriously, and said, "Thank you."
Zhexiu said from outside the fence, "You're welcome."
Chen Changsheng asked: "Then what is the most important thing to you?"
Zhexiu said, "Live consciously, or die consciously."
At this moment, there was a creaking sound in front of the thatched cottage, a gap in the fence was pushed open, and a man walked in. The man was unkempt, his clothes were shabby, and he couldn't tell how old he was. A pair of bright and clean eyes. The man looked at the two teenagers standing on both sides of the fence, and seemed to want to ask something, but in the end he didn't ask for some reason.
There was silence inside and outside the fence, which was a bit eerie.
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