Hearing these words, the surroundings of Shiping became very quiet.
Everyone understood that it must be that Wang Po had been watching the stele in Tianshu Mausoleum for a year, and he confirmed that staying here would be a waste of life, but he was reluctant to leave like many people, so he also tried to take a shortcut, but in the end he just I stood in front of this line all night, and when the morning light came, I turned and left.
Outside the Tianshu Mausoleum, Mao Qiuyu looked at the man under the locust tree.
The man was silent.
Xun Mei was silent for a moment, and understood why the God of History would say this to herself as the guardian of the tomb: "So you know who I am, senior."
The armor under the pavilion remained motionless, and the vicissitudes of life voice came from the shadows: "Of course I know who you are. Decades ago, the mainland practice world began to usher in the latest blooming of wild flowers. Jia Xiao Zhang, Immovable as a Mountain, Treading Snow and Xun Mei... You have the best aptitude and the most promising future. The hope of fighting against the demons lies in you... You have been looking at the stele in the Mausoleum of Books for thirty-seven years, I have watched you for thirty-seven years, you are really good, since you have broken your heart barrier tonight, why don't you leave, but come to try a wrong path?"
"No, my heart barrier is right in front of me, I just see it, but it has not been broken. As for the wrong path, it may not be the right path."
Xun Mei glanced over the gazebo and landed on the Mausoleum of Books again.
After a moment of silence, Shi Qing's voice sounded again: "Wang Po is a wise man, since you are aiming at him, you must at least show the same wisdom."
"That's right. I've wanted to surpass him all my life. Now it seems that at least in this matter, he is inferior to me." Xun Mei said.
Han Qing said indifferently: "Is he not as stupid as you?"
Xun Mei thought for a while and said, "He's not as stupid as I am."
Han Qing was silent for a moment, and said, "It makes sense."
In the woods outside Tianshu Mausoleum, the man's hand fell on the locust tree in front of him, still silent.
"For more than a hundred years, you are the first person to enter the divine way." In the gazebo in the south of Tianshu Mausoleum, Han Qing continued.
Xun Mei said, "I'm rather stupid."
The two words stupid and stupid seem to have the same meaning, but there is a big difference between them.
"Stupid people may have good news."
Han Qing said: "I, the guardian of the tomb, am a part of the Tianshu Mausoleum. If you defeat me, you can enter the divine way."
Xun Mei looked calm and bowed her hands in salute.
This is the rule of the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven, and it is also what it should be. To be able to beat the number one god general in the mainland, one must be a powerhouse at the level of the Five Sages or Bafang Fengfeng. Such a big man needs to read the Book of Heaven, so why should he rely on the Great Zhou? North Korea's rules? It's just that Chen Changsheng always felt that the famous historical general was speaking to these young people outside Pingwai.
Xun Mei glanced at her feet, that's where Shiping ends, where Shinto begins, and where black ends is holy white.
Then he lifts his knee.
Under the gazebo, Shi Qing still did not raise his head, his face was covered by the shadow of his armor, and his voice became indifferent: "Xun Mei, although your life is more meaningful to human beings, but I am the guardian of the tomb, and I guard the sky." Ling's rules, so I won't keep my hand, you can also shoot as much as you like, don't have any hesitation."
After waking up from the thirty-seven-year long dream, she wanted to go to the top of the mausoleum to see the truth. Xun Mei would not hesitate, as if she hadn't heard this sentence, she took a step forward.
This step, he walked very normally, his feet landed on the ground very casually, without any sound.
The sound in front of the gazebo is still the sound of water, the sound of falling rocks from the waterfall on the cliff to the west, and the jingling of clear water in the shallow ditch on the plain.
Xun Mei's feet crossed that line.
The Tianshu Mausoleum shrouded in darkness suddenly became brighter.
In the middle of the night, the lights were dim, and the light source that could illuminate the entire Tianshu Mausoleum could only come from the sky, from the stars.
Chen Changsheng looked up and saw the stars in the night sky were extremely bright, so he squinted his eyes subconsciously.
In fact, the stars in the sky did not really brighten, even if they did, it would be impossible to distinguish them with the naked eye. This is purely a feeling, or the perception of the divine consciousness.
The people around the stone ping all felt it, but no one felt it more clearly than Chen Changsheng, because no one had a more peaceful and far-reaching spiritual consciousness than his.
He even faintly sensed which one of the countless stars in the night sky became brighter before.
That star is far away in the depths of the southeast star field, or it may be Xun Mei's life star.
Taking a step forward, to see the truth, the star of fate sensed it, and suddenly brightened, Xun Mei...what realm has she cultivated to
Chen Changsheng felt shocked when he thought about the starry sky he saw when he was meditating in Lingyan Pavilion.
The bright starlight turned the mountains of Tianshu Mausoleum into a silver world.
Standing in front of the gazebo, Xun Mei had her hair tied up in the courtyard before, but it was loosened again at some point, and the dirt seemed to be washed away by the starlight in an instant.
He stood between Shinto and Stone Ping, his body remained where he was, he obviously didn't walk towards the pavilion...but he already walked towards the pavilion!
A footprint clearly appeared on the Shinto!
The Shinto is paved with white stones, and the footprints are wet, so they are naturally very clear.
Xun Mei stepped on the water, his shoes were naturally wet.
Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng opened his eyes wide, and Zhexiu froze in place. They grew up in the old temple in Xining Town and in the bitter cold snow field, and they rarely saw this kind of battle between real strong men. It was incomprehensible. How to explain these footprints, relatively speaking, the fourth son of Lishan Sword Sect and Tang Thirty-Six seemed calmer.
Wet footprints kept appearing on the ground of the Shinto, as if an invisible person was walking.
Xun Mei quietly looked under the gazebo.
It didn't take long, and the footprints had already extended more than ten feet toward the gazebo.
There was a loud bang!
Under the gazebo, the night wind suddenly blew up.
Han Qing still lowered his head, and hadn't drawn his sword yet, but the sword in the sheath beside his body was already half an inch away from the sheath, ready to try.
It's only half an inch, but it seems to be completely out of the sheath.
Several streaks of dust burst out from the edge of the scabbard, filling the gazebo.
Following the diffusion of these sword dusts, an extremely powerful aura emerged from the pavilion, straddling the divine way.
This breath is still like iron, still has blood, solemn and square, like an old city wall stained with the blood of countless soldiers.
No one can see the city wall, but everyone knows that the city wall is here, just above Shinto.
Xun Mei's footsteps stopped, and after a long time, the wet footprints did not appear on the Shinto again.
His gaze passed through the gazebo and the powerful man under the pavilion, and landed on the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books in the distance. It was like a fire rope touching a charcoal fire, and it began to burn violently with a crackling sound.
The vision starts to burn, the gaze starts to burn, the eyes start to burn.
Xun Mei's eyes became extremely bright, like newborn stars.
His body leaned forward slowly.
A wet footprint appeared on the Shinto again.
A sword is a city, and he will directly smash the city wall!
On the Shinto path, the traces of water gradually appear, and the footprints continue, that is his way.
He wants to walk the way of God, walk under the gazebo, until he reaches the top of the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books.
He walked step by step, his face became paler and more painful, but his eyes were full of joy.
Life is real only in pain.
What he wants to see is the truth.
As time passed, the footprints on the Shinto kept moving forward, approaching the gazebo.
There are still more than a hundred feet between Xun Mei and the pavilion, but he can already see the eyes in the darkness under the armor!
Two extremely powerful auras were silently confronting each other in the south of Tianshu Mausoleum.
The clear water in the shallow ditch was tumbling in horror, and then gradually flowed in all directions. The soft and invisible water gradually took shape.
Even the hard black stone floor began to deform, slightly sinking under the pressure of the two breaths, and turned into a curve.
It was as if an incomparably huge, heavy, invisible stone ball had fallen to the ground!
Stone chips flew, and there was a toothsome twisting sound from the edge of the canal.
Chen Changsheng and the others kept retreating to avoid being affected. They looked at the cracked and sunken ground in front of them, and then at the two people on the Shinto path, their eyes filled with awe.
The confrontation between the two breaths did not last for too long.
Xun Mei stared at the gazebo and gave a clear whistle!
This whistling sound seemed to be the babbling on the stage, as soon as it was ordered, someone sprinkled pieces of paper on it. Those pieces of paper were fake snow, but at this moment, real snow actually fell!
No, that's not snow, but starlight! It's starlight cut into crumbs!
Starlight turned into crumbs and fell down, no different from snow.
Standing in the snow, Xun Mei seemed to be back in those days.
At that time, he was still a teenager, and he stood in front of his husband's door for three days and three nights until the snow covered his knees.
What year was it? It was thirty-seven years ago, an earlier year.
After nearly 50 years of hard work and 37 years of viewing monuments, he is no longer the frail child who was frozen to serious illness by the wind and snow.
He is already a real strong man who is about to reach the holy land!
Those teenagers who were fighting on the outside in Ping didn't know that Xun Mei's realm had reached such a level until now, and they couldn't help being shocked and speechless.
At this time, the mausoleum guard under the gazebo raised his head.
The darkness that had always been shrouded in armor was finally illuminated.
It was an old and indifferent face.
Stop drinking!
Countless dust burst out from countless gaps in the armor!
He sat before Shinto for hundreds of years.
The dust is hundreds of years old.
Hundreds of years ago, the war between humans and demons had entered the final stage.
He was Wang Zhice's last assistant general.
He finally raised his head and looked at Xun Mei, his gaze was the sharpest sword.
And his sword finally came out of its sheath!
The starlight was chopped into crumbs and slowly fell.
The sword of the historical god general, in the wind and snow, is like a golden weapon, like an iron horse.
Before the gazebo, there is already a snowfield!
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For Xun Mei, the shredded starlight is the snow in front of her husband's door.
For history, the shredded starlight is the snow on the battlefield that year.
Different snows represent different persistence, and each has its own persistence.
From a distance of more than a hundred feet, Xun Mei looked at that old face as if it was right in front of her eyes.
This battle finally reached its final moment, when it was time to decide the winner, the two powerhouses unleashed their most terrifying methods, and the teenagers who were fighting outside Shiping could no longer hold on, even if After retreating again and again, he was still staggered by the violent wind and snow, and might fall down at any time.
At this moment, Gou Hanshi stretched out his hand and grabbed Chen Changsheng's left arm. Chen Changsheng felt sorry for it, and grabbed Liang Banhu's arm with all his strength, and stood each other tightly. Finally, he stabilized his figure. Like the small trees that don't look very tough in the snowstorm, they stand side by side in a row, struggling to resist the power of nature.
Watching the battle from a distance is already so hard, one can imagine what the two in the battle are suffering.
Who will win the snowy battle between the generals of all battles and the poor scholars
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