The fence was knocked down, the night wind could come in and out more happily, and the temperature around the thatched cottage became a little lower. Compared with the starlight shining on the courtyard, the oil lamp in the house looked very dim. Chen Changsheng walked into the courtyard and looked at the The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.
Xun Mei was a strong man with astonishing talent back then, and now she has been watching the stele in the Mausoleum of Books for more than 30 years, and her cultivation base has grown to an unknown extent, so she naturally knew that these young men came behind her, and said: "It's not that I dare not , there is no embarrassment, but I know that I am not as good as him now, so what's the point of going out?"
Zhexiu was expelled from the tribe since he was a child, and he survived and grew up in the battle. Although he knew that the middle-aged man was extremely powerful, he still couldn't accept this attitude. Is there any point in trapping myself in the Heavenly Book Mausoleum?"
Xun Mei's voice became a little lonely: "I have been in the Mausoleum of Books for thirty-seven years. I have not communicated with the outside world. I have given up my favorite calligraphy and painting when I was young. I only eat to fill my stomach and sleep to keep warm. I spend all my time observing monuments, enlightening Taoism, and practicing meditation, but I still can't catch up with him, and I really want to know what the meaning of life is."
"Do you know Wang Po's current level?" Tang Thirty-Six was a little surprised, and said, "I thought the mountains didn't know the years, so you would ask us."
"Every year after the imperial examination, newcomers will come to Tianshu Mausoleum. After a period of time, senior brothers will also send people to visit me. I don't care much about other worldly affairs, and I don't care who is the emperor, but I really want to know Wang Po's current situation. , so I know his current situation, every year's current situation."
Xun Mei stood up, looked at the night outside the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books and the faintly visible lights of Kyoto, and said, "The year I entered the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, he was at the top of the Qingyun List, and then I knew he entered the Golden List, ranking second. , Later he entered the Xiaoyao list and ranked ahead of Xiao Zhang again, I think he should be very happy at that moment."
The King of Tianliang is broken, and his armor is Xiao Zhang. He is a celebrity of an earlier era than Chen Changsheng and the others. He is similar to Qiu Shanjun today. He is already a real strong man in the mainland. Xun Mei should have the same illustrious status as them He was famous, but he never went out because he was looking at the stele in the Mausoleum of Books, so he was gradually forgotten by the mainland, at least people like Chen Changsheng didn't know about it.
"If you hadn't stayed in the Mausoleum of Books all the time, your name would definitely be on the Xiaoyao List, and it would most likely be in the top five." Tang Thirty-Six looked at him and said.
Xun Mei turned around, looked at the three teenagers and said: "The top five... are indeed very impressive, but they are not number one after all, they will be behind him after all, right?"
Tang Thirty-Six couldn't understand this kind of mentality, and said: "Then you can get peace by staying in the Mausoleum of Books of Heaven and being forgotten by the world?"
"Tianshu Mausoleum is a possibility, the only possibility for me to surpass Wang Po."
The chill between Xun Mei's brows is getting stronger and stronger, but it's not scary, it just looks more determined: "As long as I stay in the Mausoleum of Books of Heaven and continue to observe the steles and enlighten the Tao, one day, I can successfully walk to the On the top of the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, if you thoroughly understand the true meaning of the way of heaven, how can Wang Po still be my opponent on that day?"
The courtyard was quiet, and some small animal got out from the fallen fence and made a rustling sound, as if expressing its objection to this sentence.
"Senior, how many monuments have you seen in the past thirty-seven years?" Chen Changsheng asked suddenly.
Listening to this question, Xun Mei frowned slightly, lowered her head and thought about it seriously, and then said: "In the first year, I spent three months understanding the seventeen steles. After a heavy rain, the speed slowed down after that, and in winter, we saw five or six more?"
Thirty-seven years in the Tianshu Mausoleum, this period of time is too long, so that he has forgotten a lot of details in the earliest time, and he needs to recall seriously to be able to remember. He seriously recalled the past snow and rain, and said: "I seem to have seen four steles in the second year, and three in the third year? I can't remember clearly."
He shook his head, looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "I really can't remember the total."
"But it's obvious, senior, that your viewing speed is getting slower and slower." Chen Changsheng hesitated for a moment and said: "Excuse me for being rude, maybe you can't remember how many monuments you have seen in the past thirty-seven years, but you should I can remember how many years I have not been able to read the inscription on a stele."
Xun Mei's body trembled slightly, her face turned a little pale, and her oily old clothes trembled in the night wind.
"It took only three months to read the inscriptions on the seventeen stone tablets. This kind of talent and understanding is really admirable and amazing. I believe that if the stone cottage had not been destroyed by His Majesty Taizong, we You should see your name on it, senior, but... "
Tang Thirty-Six shook his head and said: "Since you can only go so far with your talent and comprehension, why do you have to continue to suffer here? I remember very clearly that Wang Po only visited Tianshu Mausoleum for one year. After looking at the thirty-one steles, we left."
Xun Mei's eyes suddenly brightened, like a child eager to express herself, she said repeatedly: "Although I can't remember how many steles I have read, I am sure that there must be more than thirty-one! I have seen more steles than him!"
"So what?"
Tang Thirty-Six used to be a student of Tiandao Academy. Looking at this unrepentant middle-aged man, he subconsciously wanted to help him. Hearing this, he couldn't help feeling a little sad, and sighed: "With Wang Po's gifted understanding, if he also If he continued to stay in Tianshu Mausoleum for a few more years, he would definitely be able to read a few more steles, but why did he leave resolutely? It was because he knew where his limit was. The years spent in Tianshu Mausoleum are not proportional, it is a waste."
Xun Mei was a little angry when she heard these words, but found that she didn't know how to refute, she couldn't help being stunned for a moment, the courtyard in front of the thatched cottage became very quiet again.
"You mean... I wasted my life all these years in the Tianshu Mausoleum?"
He shook his head, and said in a trembling voice: "No! His talent and understanding are far superior to mine. Apart from Tianshuling, what else can help me surpass him? Yes, he is still above me now, but if I can't surpass him outside the Mausoleum of Books, so what hope can I have if I leave the Mausoleum of Books?"
"The steles in the Mausoleum of Books of Heaven can help us practice, but there are many things outside of Mausoleum of Books of Heaven that can help us practice. Otherwise, why would Wang Po become so powerful?"
Zhe Xiu, who hadn't said much all this time, suddenly spoke.
Xun Mei frowned, and said, "What could be better outside the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven than those stone tablets with supreme meanings to help us practice?"
"There are many."
Zhexiu said indifferently: "Battle, wind and rain, the world itself, and poverty and bitter cold, the most important thing is that there is life and death outside the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven."
Xun Mei opened her mouth slightly, but was speechless for a long time.
Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng felt a lot of emotion in his heart. Zhexiu was just a young man, and his level of strength was far worse than that of Xun Mei, but now he was talking to Xun Mei like a teacher teaching a child—in the snowy field Compared with the ascetic who has been in the Tianshu Mausoleum for thirty-seven years, the wolf cub who grew up hard in the world has a more real and accurate understanding of the world.
"But... it's thirty-seven years..."
Xun Mei turned to look at the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books in the night, with a bewildered expression, and said to herself: "There are still many steles on it that I can't understand, I don't know how to read them, I really want to know. If I can climb up On the top of the mausoleum, if you understand those monuments and grasp the true meaning of the Dao of Heaven, you will definitely be able to defeat Wang Po, how can you be willing to leave me like this?"
After saying this, he shook his head with a wry smile, and walked out of the courtyard.
The starlight fell on the courtyard, and also fell on his hair. I don't know if it was a problem with the light. Chen Changsheng always felt that he saw a few white hairs. For a while, the night wind seemed to be a little cooler.
"Where is he going?"
Looking at Xun Mei's slumped back and slightly staggering steps, Chen Changsheng was a little worried whether he had been too mentally stimulated.
Tang Thirty-Six said with some pity: "It should be to go to the Tianshu Mausoleum to look at the stele... For thirty-seven years, maybe he has lived like this every night."
The starlight is very bright, and it may be difficult to use it for writing, but it is okay for viewing the stele, and there is a faint light in the Mausoleum of Books of Heaven.
"He didn't go to watch the monument."
The expression on Zhexiu's face suddenly changed. Looking at Xun Mei who was about to disappear into the night forest, he said, "The road to watch the monument is in the north of the mausoleum, and he is going south."
Tang Thirty-Six was stunned, and said, "Could it be that you got confused and went the wrong way?"
Chen Changsheng felt a little regretful, and said: "Senior is in the mausoleum, maybe it's not clear, but the situation is different, what we think is correct may not be reasonable to him. And we are juniors after all, what we said earlier is true. Isn't it too much?"
"Wrong is wrong, wasting life is wasting life, it has nothing to do with seniors and juniors." Zhexiu said expressionlessly.
"Well... I want to follow and see, and hope nothing happens."
Chen Changsheng walked out of the fence, and Tang Thirty-Six followed. Zhe Xiu looked at the fallen fence in a daze for a while, and then left the hut.
This thatched hut is in the southwest of Tianshu Mausoleum. After passing the forest and walking not far south, you can hear the roar of dozens of waterfalls in the south of the mausoleum.
In the night, Xun Mei could be vaguely seen, and the three teenagers walked along, through the water foam like spring rain, and came to the stone flat full of shallow ditches.
The starlight falls on the stone flat, and the clear water in the canal shakes gently. The picture is very beautiful.
Xun Mei stepped through those shallow ditches, splashed water, and wet her clothes, but she didn't care, looking a little lost.
He came to the Shinto, looked up at the top of the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, with a slightly bewildered expression.
Thirty-seven years, countless days and nights, he just wanted to go there, but unfortunately he still couldn't.
Although this divine path leads directly to the top of the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, he has no way to go up it.
Because the man was wearing armor, sitting quietly in the pavilion in front of the Shinto.
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