what does that mean? Could it be that those blocked meridians have been repaired
Chen Changsheng looked at the scene in front of him, shocked and speechless.
Numerous large rivers flow freely in the wilderness, irrigating the rice fields on both sides.
In the wilderness, you can also see many lakes, large or small, densely populated.
The beautiful mountains and rivers, the beautiful scenery, and the myriad weather are now in his body.
It turns out that the normal meridian is like this.
It turns out that the perfect Qiqiao is like that.
It turned out that true qi running in the meridians should be smooth and smooth, not as stagnant and difficult as I had always felt before.
Chen Changsheng stared blankly, and before he had time to feel joy, he became sad.
Yes, he's still alive, and it looks like he's going to be better than ever.
His illness... seems to be really cured.
No more curses.
Fate was knocked to the ground.
Although he is still sitting and looking at himself, he seems to be able to feel that his body has become much lighter, as if countless burdens have been lifted.
On the edge of the sky in front of him, there is no longer the shadow that has been inseparable from him for seven years, but there are only great rivers and mountains, infinitely bright!
He opened his eyes.
Saw her figure.
With her hands behind her back, she stood on the edge of the Shinto, looking at the night sky, her clothes were slightly wet.
In the rainy night in the distance, the last extremely thick lightning fell, illuminating the entire Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, and reflected her figure unusually tall.
He didn't know what to say.
Except thank you.
Queen Tianhai's answer was very blunt, as if she was just doing a small thing casually.
But why
"I saved you not because you are my son, nor because of those three squirrels, because I don't like you like that."
"Then why did you save me?"
"I am the will, you are my son, and you are the continuation of my will."
"I don't understand."
The Empress Tianhai didn't give a specific explanation. She didn't need to explain what she did, even if it was him.
"I heard you said that your illness cannot be cured, it is fate."
Chen Changsheng was silent, this sentence was indeed said, to Xu Yourong, to Xiao Heilong, to himself, many times.
"Even if this is really your life, if I don't let you die, you can't die."
The Empress Tianhai said.
Back in Hanshan, Xu Yourong said that he would not be allowed to die.
At the bottom of Beixin Bridge, Xiao Heilong also said that he would not let him die.
Naturally, the feeling that Empress Tianhai said when she said these words was very different.
Because she said it, she can do it.
Even if her opponent is called fate.
"I believe in such things as fate, but I have never respected it."
The Empress Tianhai looked at the starry sky and said expressionlessly: "Since you want to change your fate against the sky, of course you can't respect it, you can only use it."
Chen Changsheng remembered the first sentence Wang Zhice wrote in his notes.
They are all truly remarkable people, and their attitudes towards fate may be somewhat different, but they are all the same in essence.
At this time, the wind stopped and the rain stopped, the night clouds gradually dispersed, and the stars revealed their true faces, but the fate hidden behind it was unknown.
The Holy Empress Tianhai looked at the starry sky and said, "Heaven wants you to die, and I want you to live. Heaven says you will not die, but I will die. Then I will fight it to see who is stronger."
Then she withdrew her gaze, looked at the world outside the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, and said, "As for these people, they are nothing more than clowns after all."
As the words fell, a wind lingered up and down the Tianshu Mausoleum, brushing a corner of her clothes.
Her person was still standing on the top of Tianshuling, but it gave Chen Changsheng a feeling, as if she had gone thousands of miles away.
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In Xining Town, tens of thousands of miles away, the night was quiet and the stream was murmuring.
Swimming fish are resting quietly in the crevices of the stones, and flower petals float from the upstream, wrapping around those bare feet that are as white as jade, never leaving.
The monk lowered his head, looking thoughtfully at the flower fish in the clear stream.
There was a sound of footsteps by the stream, very calm and soothing, but there seemed to be countless wind and thunder inside.
The fish at the bottom of the stream were terrified and burrowed deeper into the crevices, but they couldn't find a way, and they kept bumping into the sharp rock edges, bleeding out.
The fish blood spread in the stream, painting the petals bright red, and the petals left his bare feet and met in the small eddies on the surface of the stream.
The monk pondered for a moment, then raised his head and looked across the stream with a serious expression.
Tianhaisheng stood by the stream with his hands behind his back, looking at him expressionlessly.
Tens of thousands of miles, to her spirit, is just a thought.
The monk raised his left foot from the stream and bent it under his body. The thumb of his left hand joined his ring thumb, as if he hadn't touched it, forming a lotus flower seal.
In his right hand, he held a string of dark brown rosary beads, which turned slowly by himself. During the walking of the rosary beads, the true meaning of time fragments remained.
He looked at the Holy Empress Tianhai, opened his lips slightly, and began to chant sutras.
The scriptures he recited were a bit special, not the common Taoist scriptures, but a somewhat obscure text, and the tone was a bit weird, with a rhythm between the ups and downs.
This is a Buddhist gatha.
The Buddhist sect has long been broken in this continent, but the Holy Empress Tianhai understands this, and the blue hair on her temples moves without wind, as if she is thinking about something.
With the sound of the Buddha's gatha, the petals in the whirlpools on the surface of the stream were more closely combined, and gradually fit together, turning into blossoming lotus flowers.
There is an extremely clear holy light gradually overflowing from those overlapping petals.
The Holy Empress of Tianhai stood by the stream, but she seemed to be standing in the high night sky.
What came to Xining Town was not her body, but the projection of her soul in space, which moved with the mind and was extremely tall.
An indescribable coercion emanated from her body, and her eyes became extremely bright, like real stars.
The lotus flowers in the stream gradually left the vortex and scattered in all directions. Some of them floated towards her, but more of them drifted to the other side.
The monk's expression became more dignified, and the speed of the rosary in his hand became slower, as if mountains were moving between his palms.
The creek became absolutely still, without any sign of flow anymore, and the trees beside the stream seemed to want to be still with it, but they were swayed everywhere by the sudden violent night wind.
The Empress Tianhai looked at the monk and said, "Since you dare to come back, don't think about leaving again."
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Thousands of households are still sleeping, and Taoists are always awake.
He looked in the direction of Tianshu Mausoleum, with a dignified look on his brows, then turned and left.
The night rain had lightened, so he turned around and walked into the night, not knowing where he went.
The next moment, his figure appeared beside the Naihe Bridge above Luoshui.
He took out a very delicate and small hourglass from his sleeve, and put it on the railing.
The passage of time is silent, and is often easily overlooked until various measurement tools are available.
The hourglass is undoubtedly the most primitive tool for measuring time, but it is reliable because of its primitiveness.
The Taoist looked at the hourglass calmly, knowing that in another twenty-seven breaths, he would be able to determine his true location.
A thin stream of sand poured down from the upper part of the gutter, and when it was about to drain completely, the Taoist disappeared again.
Just after he disappeared, a cold breath appeared on the Naihe Bridge, and Luoshui sensed it, creating waves, and then calmed down quickly, and some ice chips even grew on the river surface.
A black shadow appeared at the place where the Taoist was standing before, it was Tian Haisheng's wishful handle on the back waist.
There seemed to be an extremely powerful soul hidden in the wishful handle, which was no longer a dead thing, and was searching for the Taoist's whereabouts.
In that cold cave at the bottom of Beixin Bridge, a little girl dressed in black was sleeping. The cinnabar-like wound between her eyebrows was extraordinarily bright for some reason.
At this time, the Taoist had arrived outside a mutton bun shop on the northwest side of Kyoto.
He glanced at the hourglass in his hand and knew that he could only stay for twenty-three breaths this time.
The time it takes for Queen Tianhai to determine his true location is getting shorter and shorter, which also means that the distance to discovering his true location is getting closer and closer.
If she can determine the Taoist's location, she will definitely kill him with all her strength.
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The Holy Empress Tianhai stood on the top of the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, calmly looking in the direction of Li Palace.
A long time has passed tonight, and it has not been too long since dawn.
However, Li Palace has always been very quiet, and the old man living there, who she must treat with caution, has never made a sound.
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Zhu Luo, Star Gazer, Bie Yang Hong, Wu Wu Bi, these big figures who came with the wind and rain, all heard the voice of the Holy Empress of Tianhai.
The fifteen princes of the Chen family who sneaked into the capital at night, as well as those opponents who were ready to move, also heard her voice.
The voice was very calm, but it was so overbearing.
Earlier, Taoist Ji said that she didn't dare to eat Chen Changsheng because she was timid, didn't dare to gamble, and was afraid of the existence of the Dao of Heaven.
However, she didn't bother to bet on the direction of Tiandao with the fruit of Chen Changsheng at all, but she wanted to bet against Tiandao!
Except for a few strong men, no one knows that the holy queen's spirit has traveled tens of thousands of miles, and her strongest portable magic weapon is also searching for traces of enemies in the streets and alleys of Kyoto. People are watching her Standing quietly on the top of the Heavenly Book Mausoleum with hands behind their backs, an uncontrollable tremor grew deep in his heart.
It is the highest place in Kyoto, and also the highest place in the world, because she has been standing there for more than two hundred years.
The ground in the distance suddenly trembled, and the accumulated rainwater splashed up, turning into many sprays and splashing everywhere.
Rumbling thunder resounded in the field, and occasionally lightning flashed there, illuminating countless looming cavalry figures.
The thunder is real, and so is the hoofbeat.
In addition to Yongxue Pass and other northern fortresses that need to be heavily defended, tens of thousands of the most elite Dazhou cavalry are heading towards Kyoto under the leadership of eleven generals!
They are all the most loyal subordinates of the Tianhai Holy Empress ruling the world, and they are also the most powerful force.
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