The power coming from the Zhexiu meridian is very powerful, like a flood breaking through the stone piles blocking the river, whizzing down and gushing out. Chen Changsheng could imagine the harm and pain this force would bring to Zhe Xiu. The expression on Zhexiu's face did not change at all, indicating that he has been enduring this kind of pain all year round, and it can even be said that he has been suffering all the time, and has even become numb. This pain, this pain seems really terrible.
Chen Changsheng was silent for a moment, then put his fingers on Zhexiu's meridian again, and this time he slowly drew a strand of true energy into it—he was a little uncertain about his own judgment, whether Zhexiu's meridian was such a serious problem , because he couldn't imagine how a person could bear such pain and live for so many years.
The thatched hut was very quiet under the night, and the oil lamp was not lit. He focused on observing Zhe Xiu's face, and he could only see those eyes full of stubbornness and perseverance. However, when that moment came, it still caught him off guard.
With a soft snap, Chen Changsheng's fingers were thrown into the air again.
This time, under the double perception of true essence and spiritual consciousness, he had a more accurate understanding of the changes in the zhexiu meridian, and there were some pictures in his mind, and his mood became more and more heavy. Feeling tightly wrinkled, what is the problem with that vibration like a raging tide
He withdrew his right hand and looked at Zhe Xiu, not knowing what to say.
Zhe Xiu's face was still the same as usual, only when he got close, could he see some water stains in his hair, reflecting the starlight outside the thatched cottage, shining a little bit. The early spring was slightly cold, and a young man with such a strong will would not change his face even if the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven collapsed in front of his eyes, but he was sweating so much at this time, one can imagine how unbearable the pain was.
Zhexiu spoke at this moment, looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "I never thought that your true energy would be so weak."
Chen Changsheng never expected that what he cared most about at this time was not his own illness, but this kind of thing.
"Yes, too weak."
A voice sounded from the table, it came from the man that Chen Changsheng and Zhexiu were about to forget.
The man tucked his messy hair behind his ears, turned his gaze from Chen Changsheng's body to his folded sleeves, and said, "He's not dead yet, on a whim?"
Chen Changsheng remained silent. He knew that the four words recorded in the Dao Zang were the problem of folding sleeves.
Zhexiu's expression didn't change much either. Four years ago, old man Tianji said the same thing when he was seeing a doctor.
"I won't die." He looked at the middle-aged man and said.
The boy's slow voice was extremely forceful, like a stone rubbing against a stone, or like a sword cutting a bone, very sure.
The man shook his head, ignored him, stood up from the table, walked to the bed and fell down.
Chen Changsheng wanted to tell him about staying overnight, but he didn't expect to hear snoring on the bed the next moment, so he was naturally unable to speak again.
A thunderous nasal sound resounded through the thatched cottage. He didn't understand what that man had done during the day to be so tired. He signaled Zhe Xiu to follow him out of the house and came to the small courtyard surrounded by the evacuated fence. Looking at Zhe Xiu by starlight, he hesitated to speak.
"Tianji Pavilion can't cure it, but you may cure me."
Zhexiu looked at him and said slowly, the tone was not rude, but the content of what he said was actually quite unreasonable.
What Chen Changsheng wanted to say was blocked by these words, so he remained silent, looked at the Black Mountain-like Mausoleum of Heavenly Books in the distance, and said softly, "Fate is really not fair."
Zhexiu said: "Fate gave me a powerful bloodline talent, with unbearable pain and bleak prospects. In my opinion, this is fair."
Chen Changsheng said: "But you can't make a choice, you can't not have a strong bloodline, and at the same time don't want this kind of pain, so I still think it's unfair."
Zhexiu was silent for a while, then said: "Yes, there has never been fairness."
It may be because of the very similar situation and sympathy for each other, Chen Changsheng's perception of Zhexiu has changed a lot. He knows that this wolf boy hides a lot of pain and unwillingness under his seemingly indifferent appearance, and he doesn't want his state of mind to continue to be like this Continuing to be cold, he said: "But there can be relative fairness. For example, when we enter the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books to observe the monuments, what we can realize depends entirely on ourselves."
"Tianshu Mausoleum is the most unfair thing."
Zhexiu looked at the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books under the starlight, and said expressionlessly: "Why can human beings decide the rules for entering the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books? Why can't demons read heavenly books?"
Chen Changsheng didn't expect that he, who had killed countless demons, would complain for them, so he couldn't help being stunned.
"I'm not complaining for the demons, I'm just being reasonable." Zhexiu said: "These steles in the Tianshu Mausoleum are actually no different from a gnawed deer leg in the snow field. They are all meat, and everyone wants to eat them." Everyone has greed for this piece of meat, but only the powerful are qualified to distribute this piece of meat."
Chen Changsheng asked: "So you want to be stronger."
Zhexiu said: "No, I want to become stronger, I don't want to divide the meat, I just want to eat meat."
Chen Changsheng thought for a while, and was about to say something. At this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded in the distant night.
"Where are you? Chen Changsheng! Where are you?"
Hearing that voice, Chen Changsheng couldn't help sighing, and even Zhe Xiu's expression changed a bit—in the Dachao test, the owner of this voice left a deep impression on him.
"I'm here, thirty-six, I'm here." Chen Changsheng shouted to Ye Lin.
The Tianshu Mausoleum is a holy place, very sacred and solemn, people who walk in it often subconsciously keep their voices quiet, usually the cemetery is very quiet, but tonight it was filled with the shouts of two teenagers, Chen Changsheng shouted It was only later that I woke up, and I couldn't help but feel so ashamed.
Accompanied by the sound of clothes rubbing against grass branches, Tang Thirty-Six came over, pushed down the old fence six or seven feet wide, came to Chen Changsheng, and patted him on the shoulder heavily, with lingering fear Said: "I'm really worried that the problem in your mind has not been solved, and you left the Tianshu Mausoleum directly, but luckily you haven't."
Chen Changsheng was a little helpless, and said, "Can you stop shouting so loudly? The fisherman answered each other, that is the sword technique of the Lishan Sword Sect."
Tang Thirty-Six said confidently: "In such a big place, the imperial court didn't set up a sound transmission array, and those stele attendants are not servants, so it's hard to order them around. Apart from shouting, how else can they find someone?"
These words made sense, but Chen Changsheng was speechless.
At this moment, Zhexiu said expressionlessly: "After everyone enters the Mausoleum of Books, they only want to seize the time to observe the stele and enlighten the Tao. Who will not forget to call friends like you?"
"Hey, it's actually you?"
Only then did Tang Thirty-Six notice Zhexiu, and after a slight start, he stepped forward enthusiastically and asked with his arm: "You're finally here, are you here to ask for a debt?"
Zhe Xiu was very uncomfortable with this kind of intimacy, so he took a step back and avoided his hand.
Tang Thirty-Six naturally withdrew his hand, patted Chen Changsheng's shoulder again, and said, "If you can solve it, solve it quickly."
Chen Changsheng rubbed his shoulders, thinking that if he hadn't inexplicably washed his marrow perfectly at the bottom of the Black Dragon Pool, he would really be photographed badly today, and said, "I will try, but I have no confidence."
At this moment, the man came out of the thatched hut, covering his tired face with messy hair.
Chen Changsheng saluted and asked, "Senior, won't you rest for a while?"
The man looked at Tang Thirty-Six and said, "Too noisy."
"I'm sorry, my friend came here, he's a little happy." Chen Changsheng apologized, and then introduced to Tang Thirty-Six: "This senior is the owner of this hut. If you stay for a month, you can’t eat and sleep in the open, it’s not good for your health, so I want to spend the night... "
He was talking to himself, only now did he notice that Tang Thirty-Six didn't listen to him at all, but stared blankly at the man.
The man tied his messy hair back and exposed his face. This was the first time Chen Changsheng and Zhe Xiu saw his real face. They saw this man's face was handsome, with a chill between his brows and eyes, but he didn't It will make people feel cold, but it will give people a clean feeling, although it is obviously not very clean.
Tang Thirty-Six looked at the man's face with a slightly different expression, looking a little confused, then remembered something, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he said in astonishment: "You...you are...you are Xun Mei!"
The man was slightly startled, looked at Tang Thirty-Six in silence for a long time, and said lightly, "Yes, I am Xun Mei, I didn't expect anyone to remember me."
Hearing the word Xun Mei, Zhe Xiu raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously remembering the origin of this person, only Chen Changsheng still didn't know.
"Treading Xue Xunmei...how could no one remember senior?" Tang Thirty-Six looked at the middle-aged man named Xun Mei and exclaimed, "It is rumored that senior has been studying in the Heavenly Book since the Great Examination that year. Observing the stele in the mausoleum and realizing the Dao, I never thought it was true."
Xun Mei looked at the faintly visible spots of light in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, and said slightly bewildered: "It turns out that this year's imperial examination has ended, no wonder there are so many more people today."
"Yes, senior, today is the first day for the top three in this year's Great Court Examination to enter the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books."
Tang Thirty-Six thought of one thing, pulled Chen Changsheng in front of him, and proudly said: "He is my friend Chen Changsheng, just like his predecessors, he won the first place in the imperial examination."
"Oh? Which college do you belong to?" Xun Mei asked.
Tang Thirty-Six said, "National Education Academy."
Xun Mei nodded and said, "It's normal for talents to emerge from under the banyan tree."
Chen Changsheng was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, thinking that most people would be a little surprised when they heard the revival of the Orthodox Academy. A catastrophe, doesn't it mean that this person has been watching the stele in Tianshu Mausoleum for at least ten years, and has never gone out
Tang Thirty-Six said to him: "Senior Xun Mei was the first in the imperial examination thirty-seven years ago."
Chen Changsheng was very surprised, and thought to himself, does this mean that this senior has stayed in Tianshu Mausoleum for thirty-seven years