There are faint lights in the distance of Tianshu Mausoleum, and the sound of waterfalls can also be heard, but around the Shinto in the south of the mausoleum, it is very quiet, and there are no lights. Xinghui could not completely drive away the night, and the clear water in the canal was as black as ink.
Xun Mei withdrew her gaze from the top of the mausoleum, looked at Shinto, then gradually moved down to the pavilion, and finally landed on the armor of the man under the pavilion.
After a while, he walked towards the gazebo, and stepped through the clear water in the canal, as if stirring ink, but the splashes were silver.
What is he going to do? Is he going to enter the divine way? Chen Changsheng, Tang Sanshiliu, and Zhexiu became nervous as they watched this scene.
"Senior!" Chen Changsheng said to Xun Mei.
Earlier in the garden outside the thatched cottage, by the starlight, he saw a lot of gray hairs on Xunmei's temples, and he felt a lot of sympathy, but also a lot of worry.
Xun Mei stopped and turned to look at the three teenagers standing outside the stone ping.
Contrary to what Chen Changsheng and the other three imagined, Xun Mei's expression was very calm, without any sense of loss, much less like a poor man who had lost his soul, and asked with a smile: "Young man, what's the matter?"
Chen Changsheng glanced at the pavilion, and found that the legendary general seemed to be still asleep. After hesitating for a while, he asked, "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to climb the mausoleum." Xun Mei pointed to the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books behind her in the night.
He didn't look back, and the direction of his fingers didn't deviate a bit. His tone was very ordinary, as if he was saying that he was going home. It gave people the feeling that he had gone through this divine way thousands of times.
Whether it was climbing the mausoleum or climbing the land, Chen Changsheng didn't hear clearly, but no matter which word it was, the meaning was the same, which made him, Tang Sanshiliu and Zhexiu even more nervous.
I don't know if it was an illusion or what, but Chen Changsheng always felt that after Xun Mei said these words, the sea of stars in the night sky seemed to brighten for a moment, and the starlight falling on the shallow canal in the south of Tianshu Mausoleum became a little stronger , The armor under the gazebo, which was covered with dust and looked very worn, also lit up because of this! What made his heart palpitate even more was that the mausoleum guard under the gazebo kept his head down, and the shadow of his armor covered his face, but at the moment when the starlight brightened, there was a gust of breeze under the helmet, bringing out A little dust!
Chen Changsheng didn't dare to look over there again, even from the corner of his eye, he looked at Xun Mei and asked, "Why?"
If Xun Mei was able to defeat the mausoleum guards under the gazebo and climb directly to the top of the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books through Shinto, then how could she have endured for thirty-seven years in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books? I'm afraid that he has already come to enter the divine way, since he never came, it means that he knows very well that there is no chance of winning.
Yes, no matter how profound Xun Mei's realm is, how can she pass the level of the pavilion? If the man could be easily defeated, how could the armor have collected hundreds of years of dust? Even if Xun Mei used to be as famous as Wang Po and Xiao Zhang, and had been observing the stele in the Mausoleum of Books for thirty-seven years, her realm was even more unfathomable, but it was still difficult to defeat the man under the gazebo.
The mainland's thirty-eight god generals rank first in history. This strong man who has sat under the pavilion for hundreds of years is only among the five sages and the man of wind and rain in all directions. Wang Po is still a painting of Xiao Zhang, and he dare not say that he is qualified to challenge him.
Listening to Chen Changsheng's words, Xun Mei was quiet for a while, and instead of answering the question directly, she said seriously, "Thank you."
While thanking, his eyes flicked across the faces of the three teenagers.
Zhexiu has problems with his meridians and sea of consciousness since he was born, and he has to endure the pain of whim all the time. If it was an ordinary person, he would have lost the courage to live long ago, but he didn't. This kind of youthful courage is really rare. Chen Changsheng fried vegetables, cooked rice and steamed salted fish. He longed for this peaceful state of mind. Tang Sanshiliu yelled at a sacred place like Tianshu Mausoleum, which made him see the long-lost youthful blood.
Xun Mei didn't say anything, but this was the answer to why he wanted to ascend the mausoleum.
The three teenagers I met tonight woke him up with courage, determination, and youth.
Thirty-seven years of viewing the stele in Tianshu Mausoleum was just a dream. After waking up from the dream, there was always something to do.
"You wake me up, I'm going to see the truth, so I'm going to climb the mausoleum."
Xun Mei once again pointed to the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books in the night behind her, calm and firm.
"If you really woke up... shouldn't you go out of the Mausoleum of Books to find Wang Po to have a fight?" Tang Thirty-Six asked puzzled.
Xun Mei laughed loudly when she heard the words, and the laughter echoed on the stone flat, making the ink-like clear water in the canal tremble slightly.
The laughter faded away. He looked at the three teenagers and said calmly, "Is my enemy really Wang Po?"
Chen Changsheng and Zhexiu Yin realized something, and Tang Thirty-Six gradually frowned.
"No, thirty-seven years later, the shadow of my monastic career is no longer him, but it."
Xun Mei continued to point to the Tianshu Mausoleum behind him in the night, and said with a smile.
The three of Chen Changsheng were startled when they heard the words, and then fell silent. Countless years ago, the Heavenly Books turned into flowing fire and landed on this continent, enlightening the wisdom of the people until it taught human beings to practice. There is no doubt that this Mausoleum of Heavenly Books has an irreplaceable role and status for human beings, but for countless ascetics In a sense, this Heavenly Book Mausoleum is also their greatest enemy.
The incomprehensible words or pictures on the stone tablets are the mountains they must climb, and the opponents they must defeat. However, the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven does not look very dangerous, but in fact it will reach the sky, and it is extremely difficult to climb it by manpower alone. , Even defeated the courage and spirit of countless ascetics.
Xun Mei woke up, saw the truth, and finally understood who her opponent was.
So he didn't choose to leave Tianshu Mausoleum to find Wang Po, but chose to enter the divine way.
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The forest outside the Tianshu Mausoleum was very quiet and there was no sound. Logically speaking, the conversation in front of the Mausoleum's Shinto could not be transmitted here at all, but the two people in the forest understood Xun Mei's intentions. Mao Qiuyu's sleeves trembled slightly, and he was very moved. The man under the locust tree raised his eyebrows slightly, like an upside-down character, his eyes were extremely bright, and he wanted to catch people's attention.
In the south of the Tianshu Lingnan, the three teenagers also understood Xun Mei's intentions, but they still couldn't accept it for a while - they just woke up from a thirty-seven-year-long dream, returned to the real world, and knew their opponents Who, then to challenge, this is naturally a very courageous act, but if you fail, you will enter a longer dark dream, which is too tragic.
Chen Changsheng and Xun Mei met for the first time today, and they didn't say a few words. Logically speaking, they shouldn't have any feelings, but for some reason, he always felt that this person gave him a feeling of closeness, and he sympathized with this person. , wanting to do something for him, not wanting him to die just after waking up, said: "Please be careful."
Xun Mei smiled, said no more, turned around and walked towards the gazebo, stepping on the water all the way, the water sprayed all over, and the old clothes were getting wet.
When he came to about a hundred feet in front of the gazebo, he stopped.
The stone flat in the south of Tianshu Mausoleum is black, but the large area in front of the pavilion is white, which is the same color as the Shinto, and it is completely integrated.
Black stone flat, white Shinto, here is the dividing line, or, also the dividing line between life and death.
The face of the man under the gazebo was shrouded in the shadow of the armor, making it impossible to see clearly.
Suddenly, dust flew out from the shadow of the helmet. Under the starlight, it looked like tiny fireflies.
Then a voice came from the shadow under the helmet.
The voice was very deep and thick, the water in the shallow ditch was jumping restlessly, with joy and fear, echoing everywhere in the cliffs south of Tianshu Mausoleum.
It was as if the man had been asleep for hundreds of years and only woke up now.
So Tianshuling also woke up.
The faintly visible lights on the north side of Tianshu Mausoleum swayed slightly following the sound resounding through the cliff, and then there was a sharp sound of piercing through the sky, chi chi chi chi.
The night breeze blew slightly, and the clothes were windy, Gou Hanshi was the fastest to come to the edge of Shiping, followed by Liang Banhu, Guan Feibai and Qijian.
"What's going on here?" Guan Feibai took a step forward and asked in surprise as he watched the scene.
Tang Thirty-Six sarcastically said, "You don't even understand this? Some people want to break into the divine way."
"Someone dares to break into the divine way? Who is it?"
Ming Hanshi guessed that under the pavilion should be the legendary mausoleum guard, the number one god general in the history of the mainland, so who is that carefree middle-aged man confronting him at this time
"Xun Mei." Chen Changsheng said.
"Treading Snow Xunmei?" Gou Hanshi slightly raised his eyebrows, looking a little surprised.
Qi Jian was surprised and said: "Xun Mei is still alive? Could it be that the rumors are true, that he has been hiding in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books to observe the stele?"
Zhexiu said blankly beside him: "We have already said the same thing."
Only then did Qi Jian realize that it was him, and a look of resentment suddenly appeared on his small face, and he grabbed the hilt of the sword.
Zhexiu didn't even look at him, but just looked at Shendaoqianqian.
"Why are you four from Lishan Sword Sect here? There was such a big commotion just now, didn't those guys hear it?" Tang Thirty-Six asked a little puzzled.
Gou Hanshi said: "Those people are looking at the stele, and they are reluctant to leave."
It was hard for Chen Changsheng to understand that he was still looking at those steles so late at night. He thought to himself, could the temptation of the Book of Heaven really be so great? Thinking about how a talented person like Xun Mei was trapped by those steles for a full thirty-seven years, and then looking at the Tianshu Mausoleum in the night, he suddenly felt a little gloomy.
"Those who cross the line will die." A voice came from the gazebo.
This voice came from the shadow of the old armor. It was very plain, but it carried a sense of vicissitudes, like an ancient city wall. The surface was covered with moss and extremely mottled, and even the surface had begun to flake off. But in fact, it is still extremely strong, no matter how powerful the attack is, it can't damage it at all.
Standing in front of the invisible line, Xun Mei looked at the pavilion and said, "I don't want to retreat, I can't keep standing like this forever, so I have to try to see if I can cross this line."
"Wang Po said the same thing decades ago, but in the end, he stood here all night without taking a step forward."
The worn-out armor covered the whole body of the legendary general under the gazebo, and his voice could only be heard through the armor, which seemed a little low and had a strange smell, like a sharp blade, more like sticking out his tongue to lick After licking the blade, the slightly sweet smell of iron and blood mixed together.
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