The courtyard was quiet and the atmosphere was very oppressive. It was Chen Changsheng who broke it all.
He walked into the room and looked at Tang Thirty-Six's leftover half bowl of tea and rice. For some reason, he suddenly became very angry. If it was normal, he would probably wash the dishes by himself, and then wipe the table carefully twice. But he was not in the mood at this time, and said to everyone: "I'm going to sleep."
After saying this, he turned around and entered the main room, found a quilt, and covered his face.
The rest of the people were still immersed in that kind of complicated and sentimental emotions. Seeing that he actually went to sleep, they couldn't help being a little surprised. Guan Feibai raised his eyebrows slightly, and said displeasedly: "What a cold-blooded guy."
Gou Hanshi shook his head to signal him not to say any more.
Tang Thirty-Six sneered and said, "You are a competitive martial artist, what's the difference between you and that old guy under the gazebo?"
At this time, Zhe Xiu suddenly said: "It's better to have colder blood."
Everyone was stunned when they heard the words, even Tang Thirty-Six felt that this statement was too far-fetched.
"It's less likely to have a fever if the blood is colder, and it's less likely to go crazy."
Zhexiu explained with a blank expression, then turned and went into the back room, found another quilt, lay down on the bed and began to sleep.
Tang Thirty-Six suddenly thought of something, walked into the back room, and said, "I said, how many beddings are there in total? Don't you all use them?"
Guan Feibai jumped up from the threshold when he heard the words, and shouted to the inside: "No matter how many beds, we need at least two beds here!"
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Before Xun Mei died, he left the thatched cottage to these young people, with a sense of solemnity, as if this thatched cottage was his greatest legacy in the world. But in fact, this thatched hut is very simple and shabby. It looks like there are three rooms. In addition to the kitchen room, there are also the main room and the back room. However, the kitchen room cannot accommodate people, and the remaining two rooms are very small. crowded.
Chen Changsheng, Tang Sanshiliu and Zhexiu lived in the back room with relatively better conditions. After all, they came first, and most of the reasons why Xun Mei left the room to everyone was because of them, so the four from Lishan Sword Sect did not raise any objections, but Guan Feibai worked hard to grab two beddings.
Xun Mei only left behind three beddings full of sour smell, and when two were robbed, only one was left. Fortunately, Zhexiu grew up in the snowy field, and for ordinary people, the cold spring season is very difficult for ordinary people. To him, it was as comfortable as early summer, and there was no need to cover it with a quilt. Tang Sanshiliu, a rich man, actually carried a piece of fur with him, so Chen Changsheng was lucky not to have to sleep with the NPC quilt.
As the night darkened, Chen Changsheng still kept his eyes open and did not fall asleep.
Not because of the sour smell from the bedding, though that must have been a factor.
A person who has slept in this bed for thirty-seven years has just died before their eyes. Who can sleep
There are people like him who are not asleep, and many more.
"Is it worth it?" Tang Thirty-Six looked at the stars in the night sky outside the window and asked, feeling a little depressed.
Zhe Xiu closed his eyes, did not fall asleep, and did not speak, because in his opinion, this was a problem that did not need to be considered.
Chen Changsheng didn't speak either, but the hand holding the black stone became tighter under the quilt. Last night in Lingyan Pavilion, he understood some things, and tonight in Tianshu Mausoleum, he encountered some things, these things happened too much and suddenly, so that the fifteen-year-old him was too caught off guard, he was actually stronger than Tang San. Sixteen was even more bewildered.
Looking at the starry sky, feeling the distant little red star that belonged to him, he thought silently, if he wanted to change his own destiny, he must first change the destiny of those he was connected with, let those stars change, then how Do you know which star corresponds to which person around you? Xun Mei... which star is he? There has been a connection between myself and him, what will his death change? Or is it because he entered the Mausoleum of Books that his fate will change? If I want to change my destiny, will it really bring misery and death to those around me
Then what if the affected stars belong to senior brother? What if it belongs to Tang Thirty-Six? What should I do if I'm down? Even if it was Xu Yourong, could he just watch her stars dim indifferently? Just when he was thinking about these other things, Tang Thirty-Six suddenly got up, pushed the fur aside, and kept pulling his clothes to fan the wind.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"It's a bit hot." Tang Thirty-Six said, "I don't know how the family prepared it."
Chen Changsheng smiled, but didn't say anything.
Tang Thirty-Six suddenly turned his head to look at him, and said seriously: "Chen Changsheng, I have something to tell you."
Chen Changsheng was a little puzzled, and asked, "What?"
Tang Thirty-Six said seriously: "No matter what happens in the future, I don't want to thank you, and you don't want to say you're welcome."
Hearing these words, Chen Changsheng remained silent. He knew that Tang Thirty-Six was touched by the last conversation between Xun Mei and Wang Po.
Guan Feibai's mocking voice came from outside the door: "Why are you thanking Chen Changsheng, and he wants to be rude to you? You are so sure that you will become Wang Po in the future, and Chen Changsheng must not be as good as you, so you can only play the role of encouraging you." The character who is going forward? Don't forget, he has already passed the ghost, and you are still far behind!"
After Tang Thirty-Six finished those few words, he was in the situation of deep brotherhood, when he heard these words, he couldn't help but become angry from old shame, and shouted outside the room: "It sounds like you are much better than me!"
Guan Feibai sneered and said, "It's not much stronger, but it's still strong anyway."
Gou Hanshi shouted, "Stop arguing."
Chen Changsheng said, "Go to bed early."
The room finally quieted down, but it didn't take long before everyone heard Qijian's timid voice again.
"Second senior brother, I... I... seem to be hungry."
There was silence, and then laughter.
Qijian's little face flushed red.
Chen Changsheng noticed that Zhe Xiu had his eyes closed, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised.
After laughing and cursing a few times, everyone calmed down a little and gradually fell asleep.
Chen Changsheng was still awake, quietly looking at the starry night sky outside the window.
Tonight Xun Mei said that she learned something from him and Zhexiu, but in fact he also learned a lot.
Zhexiu said that the most important thing in life is not to live, but to live or die soberly. For him, the most important thing is to live according to his heart. In the old temple in Xining Town, he followed his master to read Taoism and practice Taoism. What he cultivates is not flying swords to kill people and immortality, but to follow his heart.
Living towards death, the only meaningful thing is that it is only between life and death. Of course, we must be sober, and of course we must do what we want.
It is precisely because he was truly born to die, so a few years ago, he cultivated the three characters of Shunxinyi very well, went to the Shenjiang Mansion to divorce, appeared at the Ivy Banquet, and finally won the imperial examination in the imperial examination. However, when he actually walked into Lingyan Pavilion and discovered the secret, he saw the hope of life for the first time in several years, but his mind was disturbed instead.
He suddenly lost interest in cultivation, he was a tourist in Tianshu Mausoleum for a day because his mind was confused. Fortunately, he heard Zhe Xiu's answer and saw Xun Mei going to Tianshu Mausoleum. It took Xun Mei thirty-seven years to wake up, and he only spent one night. I have to say that this is a very lucky thing.
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Chen Changsheng, who had regained his peace of mind, naturally returned to his familiar life trajectory. Although he was a little tired both physically and mentally due to so many things last night, and he went to bed late, but at 5 o'clock in the morning, the sky was in full swing. When it was still dark, he opened his eyes and woke up.
After waking up, he didn't get up, but used the five breaths of time to meditate as usual. Then he got up, overshoes and dressed, and when he was about to make the bed and fold the quilt, he remembered that there were two people on the bed, and Tang Thirty Liu hugged the fur tightly, shrinking his body like an insecure child, while Zhe Xiu was lying flat, like a stone figurine to put it bluntly.
He shook his head, walked to the outer room, and saw Gou Hanshi, Liang Banhu, and Guan Feibai were covered with a quilt across their bodies, Qijian was sleeping in a corner, and a person was covered with a quilt. Shaking his head, he thought to himself that the closed disciples of the head of the Lishan Sword Sect were treated differently.
He went to the courtyard and fetched water from the stream. After washing, he cooked a big pot of white porridge and steamed two-thirds of the salted fish left over from yesterday. Thirty-Six yelled, Tang Thirty-Six rolled around twice on the bed, cursed three times, and refused to talk to him again.
Chen Changsheng shook his head for the third time after waking up, turned around helplessly, and saw that Zhe Xiu was already squatting by the collapsed fence brushing his teeth, he couldn't help being a little surprised, and asked with a smile, "I didn't expect that."
Zhexiu squatted on the ground without looking back, and said vaguely: "I never thought that a wolf cub like me would like to be clean?"
Chen Changsheng thought for a while, and found that this was indeed what he thought in his heart, and said apologetically, "I was wrong."
Zhexiu threw away the willow branch or something in his hand, washed his face with slightly cold water, and said, "There's nothing wrong with it. I really don't wash my face every day on the snowy field. Oil stains can resist it." It's cold and windy, but I brush my teeth at least twice a day, and I chew ice and snow from time to time."
Chen Changsheng asked, "Why?"
Zhexiu said: "On the snowy field, the meat will be frozen hard, and sometimes you have to eat raw meat, so you must have good teeth so that you can chew it."
Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, "It makes sense."
Zhe Xiu said: "In those tribes, the old people who live the longest often have the best teeth."
Chen Changsheng noticed that his teeth were indeed very white and healthy.
The two drank three bowls of porridge each with salted fish, then left the thatched hut, walked through the large orange grove outside the garden, and walked towards Tianshu Mausoleum.
No one finished talking along the way, and the atmosphere was very silent.
When he was about to reach the right path under the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, Zhe Xiu suddenly stopped, looked at him and said, "It's a bit weird."
Chen Changsheng was startled, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhexiu said, "I'm used to being alone."
Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, "Then you go first."
Zhexiu said: "I want you to help me treat my illness. Of course you should be the first. Besides brushing your teeth, there is another rule in the snow field, that is, you can't offend the doctor."
Chen Changsheng laughed and said, "You don't need to be polite about this kind of thing."
Zhe Xiu didn't respond, but stretched out a fist directly.
Chen Changsheng was slightly startled, and said, "Does this also require a fight?"
Zhexiu said, "Can you punch?"
Chen Changsheng said: "I can only know rock-paper-scissors."
After a moment of silence, Zhe Xiu said: "I only know this one."
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After wrapping his stone-like fist with a piece of rag, Chen Changsheng won the victory, left first, and went north along the right path under Tianshu Mausoleum, listening to the sound of morning birds fluttering their wings from time to time in the mountains and forests. It didn't take long to arrive at the main gate of Tianshu Mausoleum, and walked on the only way to see the stele.
The steles are all in the mountains. The road to watch the steles is naturally a mountain road, but it is not very steep. There are many stone steps, and it is very easy to walk.
At this time, the morning officially came, and the rising sun poked its head out on the eastern horizon, illuminating the buildings in the distant capital. The Gan Terrace and Lingyan Pavilion in the Daming Palace were very conspicuous.
The cool morning breeze brushed his cheeks, and the morning light illuminated the road ahead. Walking in the quiet mountain forest, listening to the clear chirping of the morning birds, and looking at the morning sun whose face was painted with branches, Chen Changsheng was in a very calm and joyful mood. He was a day late compared to the others, but he didn't think it mattered.
Yes, it really is a waste of life.
Just like what he once mentioned in the conversation with Zhexiu, chess, piano, calligraphy and painting, and appreciating the scenery are all a waste of life.
But what a beautiful way to waste your life.
How nice it is to have life to waste.
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In the quiet and deserted forest, Chen Changsheng stepped up the steps alone, and after a while, he saw a stone tablet. He went to the front of the stele and saw that the surface of the stele was full of chisel marks, without any words or formed lines. It was obviously destroyed by someone. Thinking of the will of the Holy Empress back then, He knew that this was not the stele he wanted to see, so he shook his head and continued on.
Not far ahead, he saw another stone tablet.
Here is a cliff, and there is a hut in front of the cliff, and the stone tablet is in the hut.
The eaves of the hut spread out in all directions, even if the wind and rain in the mountains are heavy, it is difficult to wet the monument.
Chen Changsheng walked to the front of the hut, looked at the stone tablet, and his mind was slightly agitated.
The shape of this stele is actually not very regular, and the thickness is even uneven. Compared with the common steles in the world, it looks more like an unfinished product.
The surface of the stele is very smooth, and it has been touched by countless hands.
This is the Tianshu Monument.
The first stele of Tianshu Mausoleum.
Chen Changsheng forcibly restrained himself from looking at the surface of the stele, and looked around the stele hut.
The dense forest outside the hut is like a barrier, and the stone steps are exhausted here, only a piece of stone flat.
Under the cover of the green forest, one can faintly see the corners of the eaves or other monuments in the distance, but there is no road leading to other places.
Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng was thoughtful.
The morning light fell on the stone flat, the breeze passed through the forest, and two kingfishers sang and flew to the sky.
Chen Changsheng came to his senses, turned around and looked at the stone tablet in the hut, subconsciously put his hands behind his back, and began to observe quietly.
When his eyes fell on the stele, his heart beat uncontrollably faster.
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