Chen Changsheng rubbed his sour eyes that were burned by the sunset, stood up from the threshold, and said, "I'm not waiting for anything."
Gou Hanshi said: "Although what you want to take is a road that no one has gone before, in your own words, that method is a bit stupid, but you also said that that method should be feasible, so logically speaking , it is impossible for you to still be unable to understand the first Tianshu tablet, because I know that your comprehension ability is stronger than many people imagine."
As the only two people in the world who dare to claim to have read Daozang thoroughly, he and Chen Changsheng are of course rivals. From the Ivy Banquet to the Great Court Examination, they competed to advance, but it was precisely because they were rivals that they really understood. He looked at Chen Changsheng From an ordinary boy who doesn't know how to practice, it took only a few months to pass through the rain in the academy. Without a strong comprehension ability, how could he do this
After thinking for a while, Chen Changsheng said, "I think the method I discussed with you the night before is wrong."
Gou Hanshi raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Chen Changsheng said: "I can't tell what's wrong. If you follow the idea of observing the changes in the inscription, you should be able to unravel the Tianshu stele, but I always feel a little strange, and I always feel that there is something wrong. I still continue to interpret it from time to time, and it is difficult for me to convince myself, because what I cultivate is to follow my heart."
Gou Hanshi said, "Could it be that you want to think of a new way to decipher the stele?"
Chen Changsheng said: "I have this idea, but I haven't made up my mind yet."
Gou Hanshi frowned, thinking that it would be a big taboo to watch monuments halfway, and said, "You know this is a very dangerous idea."
Chen Changsheng understood what he meant, if he continued to hesitate like this, the hope of unlocking those celestial tome tablets would become less and less.
He thought about it seriously for a long time, and said, "If you really can't solve it, then forget it."
"No matter how you think about it, don't be foolish." After Gou Hanshi said this, he walked into the room.
Chen Changsheng looked at his back and said, "The egg custard is still a bit undercooked, so don't rush to take off the lid."
There was no other meaning in his words, but Gou Hanshi tasted something else, thinking that perhaps his waiting now was justified.
After a while, Zhe Xiu also returned to the cottage. Of the seven people living in the hut, only he and Chen Changsheng were left who hadn't successfully deciphered the stele. Looking at the courtyard which was much deserted compared to last night, his face showed a trace of dislike for himself, and he asked Chen Changsheng Said: "Why am I still not good? Is there something wrong with my talent?"
Chen Changsheng thought to himself, a wolf boy with no background and no sect, who is completely self-taught, can make many demons famous and frightened in the cruel snow field, and can steadily beat Guan Feibai and other young masters on the Qingyun list. Not only is there no problem, but it is a bit outrageous to be powerful.
"It has nothing to do with talent."
"What's that about? Diligence or focus?"
"It has nothing to do with those, it's just because..." Chen Changsheng looked at him and said seriously, "You don't study too much."
Zhexiu was a little annoyed. He had been wandering in the snow field since he was a child, so he had no chance to study.
Chen Changsheng took out the notes left by Xun Mei from his arms, handed them to him and said, "It doesn't matter if you read too little, but the most troublesome thing is that I observed you and found that you really don't like reading. I’ve only watched it twice, and I even fell asleep watching it last night, how can this work?”
Zhe Xiu's face turned pale, not pale after being injured, but angry, took the notebook, and went straight into the thatched cottage.
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At five o'clock the next morning, Chen Changsheng opened his eyes, took five breaths to calm his mind, then got up, and found that Tang Sanshiliu was sleeping beside him, snoring like thunder. While sleeping soundly, they realized that at some time late last night, they had returned from the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books.
After washing up, he started to boil water and cook as he did two days ago, and then began to sweep the courtyard and repair the dilapidated fences. He didn't leave until Tang Sanshiliu and the others had finished their breakfast and then went to the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books to view the stele. Meaning, there was no anxiety on his face at all, and he even seemed to be enjoying his life now.
After leaving the courtyard, he sat back on the threshold, opened Xun Mei's notes and began to read again, gradually fascinated, and gained more and more.
The whole day, except for cooking and cleaning, he never left the threshold, and naturally he didn't even take a look at the Zhaoqing Monument.
In the evening, Tang Sanshiliu and others returned to the thatched hut one after another. After eating, they gathered around the table and began to discuss the inscriptions on the second Tianshu tablet. The atmosphere was very lively.
Chen Changsheng called Zhe Xiu to the back room, took out the copper needle from the needle box, and began to treat his illness. He was still in the preliminary stage of determining the abnormality of the meridians. It was not a short-term solution to the problem that had plagued Zhe Xiu for more than ten years. For a while.
After a long time, they gathered around the table and discussed the steles before they realized that there were two people missing. Qi Jian looked at the closed door, with a look of unbearable expression on his innocent face. Gou Hanshi frowned and shook his head, now even he began to feel strange.
Not wanting to irritate the two people in the back room, the discussion at the table came to an end.
Tang Thirty-Six stood up suddenly, opened the door, looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "Three more people passed by today."
Chen Changsheng twisted the copper needle between his fingers intently, whispered something to Zhe Xiu, and ignored him.
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Time passed day by day, and the candidates for this year's imperial examination entered the Tianshu Mausoleum, and it was already the seventh day.
On the fifth day, Zhexiu finally passed the Zhaoqing Monument. I don't know if it was because he had been reading for the past few nights.
Chen Changsheng hadn't succeeded in deciphering the stele, so far, he had set a new record.
In the past, he had an incomparably brilliant record in the practice world, that is, he was one of the youngest secluded practitioners.
The current record is not so glorious.
He took the longest time to decipher the first Tianshu stele among the first places in the previous Great Court Examination, and it may be longer.
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In the blink of an eye, the time to enter the mausoleum came to the tenth day.
After five o'clock in the morning, Chen Changsheng finally left the thatched cottage and came to the stele hut. Looking at the black stone stele, he remained silent, wondering what he was thinking.
As the morning light grew brighter, the stele viewers entered the Mausoleum of Books one after another, and when they came to the stele hut, seeing him sitting cross-legged under the tree, they were a little surprised at first, and then more emotions arose.
In the eyes of those people, one can see sympathy, pity, ridicule and gloating.
Some people avoided him from afar and walked into the stele, while others walked past him deliberately, their footsteps seemed extraordinarily relaxed, and then disappeared in front of the stele accompanied by the wind that lingered around the eaves.
The people in the thatched hut also came after they finished their breakfast.
Seeing this scene, Guan Feibai frowned, and walked away without saying anything.
Tang Thirty-Six stood in front of him and asked, "Do you want to accompany you?"
Chen Changsheng raised his head, looked at him and said seriously: "In the Tianshu tablet, no matter how short a time is, it is extremely precious, you have to cherish it."
Tang Thirty-Six was very speechless, thinking that you have been a tourist and a cook in the Mausoleum of Books for ten days, and you have the nerve to say such a thing.
Zhexiu didn't speak, and sat down beside Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng didn't speak either.
The morning breeze blows the treetops, and the green leaves fall on the eaves.
"Thank you, it's almost time." Chen Changsheng said sincerely.
Zhexiu stood up and walked into the stele hut.
It's almost the same here, not that he sees the hope of understanding the monument, but that Zhexiu spends time with him.
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At noon on the twelfth day, the spring sun was scorching, and Chen Changsheng sat in the stele hut, using the eaves to shade him.
The breeze moved slightly, and two young men appeared in front of the monument. One of them is Guo En, a senior disciple of Cijian Temple under the jurisdiction of the Southern Saintess Peak, and the third place in the imperial examination the year before last, and the other is Mu Nu, the strongest student of Tiandao Academy before Zhuang Huanyu. I have been watching the stele in Tianshu Mausoleum for more than four years.
Both of these two were once genius youths on the Qingyun list. As time passed, they watched the stele for a long time and broke through the world. Now they have already entered the gold list. The northern and southern sects have always been at odds. The two already famous outside the Tianshu Mausoleum were at odds at first, but their relationship has become quite good now.
"You are Chen Changsheng?" Mu Nu looked at him and asked expressionlessly.
Ten days ago, when Zhong Hui succeeded in deciphering the stele, the two of them were there, but Chen Changsheng didn't know them. He only knew that they should be the observers of the stele from previous years: "Exactly. What advice do you two have?"
The corners of Mu Nu's lips twitched slightly, a half-smile, but no answer.
Guo En looked at Chen Changsheng, shook his head, and sighed: "The teacher sent a letter saying that this year's court has produced a great person. Now it seems that it is really an exaggeration."
Mu Nu said: "Otherwise, it is indeed remarkable to be able to pass through the seclusion at the age of fifteen, but at the beginning the practice was like a sharp blade piercing a bamboo, and then it was stagnant like sand and stones. It's a pity that this person can't even pass the Zhaoqing Monument, I'm afraid he's that kind of person."
They looked at Chen Changsheng clearly, but they were talking on their own, as if Chen Changsheng didn't exist, or they didn't care how Chen Changsheng reacted at all.
Chen Changsheng was silent for a moment, then sat back in front of the stele again.
Guo En and Mu Nu smiled, turned around and walked down the Tianshu Mausoleum side by side, but the conversation continued.
"What kind of person is Xu Yourong, how could she marry him."
"This is the hope of the revival of the Orthodox Academy? It's ridiculous."
I don't know if it was intentional, but their voices were very clear, and they kept coming into Chen Changsheng's ears.
Then, there was a burst of laughter on the mountain road.
Chen Changsheng looked at the stele quietly, as if he was not affected at all.
Spring is getting deeper.
There are hundreds of snow geese in the sky, returning from distant places.
They came from the warm Daxi Province, returned across the sea, and will go to Tianzhu Peak to spend the long summer.
The sound of wild geese, a little tired, was still clear.
In the woods around the stele hut, birds chirped, as if mocking the snow geese for asking for trouble and being stupid.
Chen Changsheng raised his head and looked at the two beautiful white lines in the blue sky. He remembered the time when he rode a crane and chased the flock of snow geese on the mountain behind Xining Town, and laughed.
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