Suddenly, the birdsong in the forest disappeared without a trace. I don’t know if it was because they knew that someone noisier than them had come to the field. Looking at Tang Thirty-Six who appeared in front of the stele, Chen Changsheng felt a little strange. According to the practice of the past few days, this guy should not be willing to leave the Tianshu stele until Mu Shen.
"Do you know who those two people are?" Tang Thirty-Six looked at the direction of the mountain road, raised his eyebrows slightly and asked.
"I don't know the origin, the two..." Chen Changsheng considered his words, and said, "I don't know the so-called people."
Looking at the expression on his face, Tang Thirty-Six realized that he really didn't care about those two people's deliberate humiliation and ridicule, and said a little annoyed: "Even if you are a person who doesn't know what to say, can you be indifferent?"
Chen Changsheng said, "Don't talk about that, why did you come out?"
It was only then that Tang Sanshiliu remembered what he was here for, stared into his eyes, and said with a little pride: "I saw the third monument."
Chen Changsheng was startled, and said, "Didn't that happen the day before yesterday?"
Tang Thirty-Six was clearly dissatisfied with his reaction, so he raised his voice and said, "The important thing is, I'm about to break through."
Chen Changsheng was startled, with a happy smile on his face, he said sincerely, "Really? That's really good."
Tang Thirty-Six was very helpless, and said: "I'm going to pass you soon, understand?"
"I've been waiting for this day." Chen Changsheng was full of joy, took out a medicine box from his arms and handed it to him, and said, "There are instructions on how to take the medicine inside. Which medicine to take at which step, and the dosage of each medicine, must not be mistaken, I will ask Zhexiu to help keep an eye on it at night."
In the box are the pills that Luoluo asked the priests from the Li Palace to refine before the imperial examination. They used the precious herbs that he and Tang Sanshiliu stole from the Baicao Garden, and the rare herbs that Luoluo asked the clansmen to prepare. Practitioners in the Sitting Photo Realm break through the realm and open up seclusion. From the perspective of medicinal power alone, I am afraid that they will not be inferior to the Jitian Pill of Huaiyuan.
Holding the medicine box, Tang Thirty-Six was very speechless, thinking that he wanted to motivate this guy, how did the content of the conversation become like this in the end? Suddenly, he thought, with Chen Changsheng's behavior, could it be that he had really given up on understanding the stele? Thinking of this, my mood suddenly became heavy.
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The spring is becoming clearer and clearer. More and more snow geese are returning to the capital from Daxizhou. The stele is clear, only Chen Changsheng still sits in front of the stele hut every day. Compared with the bustle at the beginning, the current stele hut looks very deserted.
Gou Hanshi thought that there might really be something wrong with his state of mind, even Tang Sanshiliu and Zhexiu had begun to lose confidence in him, and the stele attendant who had been secretly following him had lost interest in him, let alone the rest. The stele viewers couldn't hide the mocking look on their faces when they looked at his figure outside the stele hut.
The situation in the Tianshu Mausoleum was accurately reported to the capital, and Chen Changsheng still failed to explain the fact that the monument was successful, which brought many different reactions. In the East Imperial General's Mansion, Mrs. Xu lost her temper with Xu Shiji very rarely, and said that the family banquet should have waited for a while, but Xu Shiji remained silent and dropped a precious Ru kiln porcelain cup. The atmosphere in the Priest Office became a bit depressing. Mei Lisha half-lyed in a room full of plum blossoms with her eyes closed every day, as if she was sleeping, but priest Xin had clearly heard the old man’s slightly regretful murmurs to himself several times. : Did we push him too fast
When Miss Mo Yu was free, she would go to the small building of the Orthodox Academy and lie down on Chen Changsheng's bed for a while, but the breath of the clean boy on the quilt and pillow became weaker and weaker, and her mood also became weaker and weaker. He became more and more irritable, and when he was reviewing the memorial for his empress, he really scolded the two eunuchs harshly. Tianhai Shengxue returned to Yongxue Pass, which did not affect the emotions of the first family in mainland China. Several mansions in Kyoto continued to hold banquets, and literati walked through them like lackeys. The head of the family and several important figures of the Tianhai family looked calm, In fact, I feel more relaxed.
Chen Changsheng's inability to decipher the stele caused countless discussions in the capital. People tried to explain this situation, but they felt that they couldn't make any sense. The words that Patriarch Tianhai sneered at a certain banquet eventually became popular among most people. Consensus: "No matter how brilliant a diamond is, after burning so violently, what else is left except for a few wisps of soot? You must know that it burned for a whole year last year!"
From the Ivy Banquet to the Great Court Examination, the boy from Xining Town gave this continent too many shocks and even miracles. Now the Tianshu Mausoleum has become a peak in front of him. No one thinks that the boy can continue to create miracles. Everyone believed that he would be like those fallen geniuses in history, and just quietly.
Only one person still had confidence in Chen Changsheng. On the top floor of the main hall in the school palace, Luoluo stood by the railing, with a canopy in her hand, she didn't like the false sunlight in this world, and when she looked into the distance, she could only see the immutable perfection, not the real world. In Tianshou Mausoleum, you can't see the gentleman who is watching the stele in the mausoleum.
"Mr. has never cared what other people hope for him, he only lives for himself. But if you have hoped for him, when has he let you down?"
She turned around and looked at Jin Yulu, her pretty face was full of trust and pride: "I don't know why he hasn't been able to untie the first Tianshu tablet until now, but I'm sure, he can't untie it." That stele, but because of some other reasons, if he can succeed, it will definitely make everyone speechless again."
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Still woke up at 5 o'clock in the morning, opened his eyes calmly, got up, washed, cooked and cleaned, and then went to Tianshu Mausoleum.
The season of the year lies in spring, and the season of the day lies in the morning. Spring morning is the most beautiful time, but it is slightly cold. Chen Changsheng tightened his collar and sat down outside the stele hut. He had been sitting here for several days, except occasionally going to the eaves to avoid the rain or the scorching sun. He never moved his position, and there was no dust on the blue stones under him , and even become a little smoother.
He has read the notes left by Xun Mei many times from beginning to end, and he has already become familiar with them. The inscriptions on the Tianshu stele, those complicated lines, have long been deeply embedded in his sea of consciousness, although he did not have enough time to read them all. The changes in the four seasons, but the daily changes have been mastered by him, so he doesn't need to look at anything, and closes his eyes directly.
There was the sound of footsteps, walking hurriedly from a distance, and another sound of footsteps, walking slowly in front of him, there were muffled voices of discussion on the mountain road, and deliberately loud and mocking words, in his ears Sounded, and then those voices slowly disappeared, leaving only silence and birdsong in the forest.
The calls of birds in the forest suddenly became denser, and then there were bursts of geese singing from high above, and some of them were particularly clear.
Chen Changsheng opened his eyes, looked into the blue sky, and saw a flock of snow geese flying from the east. It was unknown how many snow geese had returned to the capital. There was so much snow in the spring sky, It's really beautiful, he thought to himself, the clear cry of the goose should be from a young goose, or it's the first time it has made such a long trip.
The snow geese continue to fly far away, may stay in Kyoto for a few days, and then continue west.
"It can only be this way."
Chen Changsheng stood up, said a word with some regret, and walked into the stele hut.
Looking at the cold stone tablet and the annoying lines on it, he shook his head, thinking that his aptitude and talent were really not enough.
Xun Mei's notes have brought great benefits to him and the rest of the young people in the thatched cottage when they deciphered the stele. People like Guan Feibai and others were able to decipher the stele so smoothly. After some kind of inspiration, the benefit he reaped is that there are many more references.
In the notes, Xun Mei left many ways of thinking about how to interpret the stele, and there are more than ten kinds just according to the stele. But in Wang Zhice's notes found in Lingyan Pavilion, the first sentence said that the position is relative, so what Chen Changsheng wanted to do was not to interpret the monument according to those ideas, but to avoid these ideas and create a new one. path of.
By observing the natural changes of the inscriptions between heaven and earth, he can find the answer that is completely his own. He wants to understand the inscriptions in this way.
This kind of thinking is very likely to be correct, but it is still quite incomplete or not pure enough for his requirements. It is still the three most mainstream and most authentic methods of interpreting steles In other words, this method of interpreting monuments still has not completely shaken off the influence of this inherent thinking.
He was a little dissatisfied with this, so he thought hard for more than 20 days, but unfortunately, he still failed to succeed.
More importantly, as he once said to Gou Hanshi, what he cultivated was according to his will. He always felt that this method of deciphering monuments, even those of countless powerful saints in the past, was wrong. He felt that this Mausoleum of Books and these steles should have a deeper meaning, and that was what he wanted to see.
It was indeed a pity that he had no more time.
The clear sound of wild goose made him wake up, time passed so quickly, and there were only a few days left before Zhou Garden opened.
On the first day he entered Tianshu Mausoleum, Gou Hanshi asked him whether he wanted to go to Zhou Garden or stay longer in Tianshu Mausoleum. He said that he would think about it later, and he had already figured out how he would choose in the past few days. .
If he can't change his fate against the sky, or cultivate to the realm of hidden spirit, then he only has five years of life left.
Of course, I want to go to more places, see more scenery, and get to know more people.
He wanted to go to Zhou Garden, he wanted to go to Zhou Garden, so he had to start to decipher the stele.
So, he began to decipher the monument.
He raised his right hand, pointed to a place on the stele, and said, "This is a family character."
At this time, the sky was clear and bright, and among the incomparably complicated lines on the surface of the stele, some of them were engraved slightly lighter, as if they were floating out of the light, faintly seeming to be a word.
Then he pointed to the other stone tablet and said, "This is the character Jiang."
Immediately afterwards, without any pause, he looked at the area above the stele where absolutely no one could read the words, and said, "Light."
"cigarette."
"According to."
"eaves."
"Autumn."
"Cong."
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In a blink of an eye, he spoke twenty-eight words without a pause, and those were all words on the stele.
The last word is light.
His voice was very clear, just like the geese singing before, he had no fear of the unknown world, only expectation, full of confidence.
Then, there was a breeze.
He disappeared from the monument.
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