Fighter of the Destiny

The force coming from Zhexiu's meridians was very powerful, like a flood breaking through the pile of rocks blocking the river, roaring down and gushing out. Chen Changsheng could imagine what kind of damage and pain this power would bring to Zhexiu. There was no change in the expression on Zhexiu's face, which showed that he had been suffering from this kind of pain all year round, or even all the time, and had even become numb. However, his eyes still became dim, which showed that even if he had become accustomed to it, he still could not completely ignore it. This pain, this pain seems really terrible.

Chen Changsheng was silent for a moment, and then placed his fingers on Zhexiu's meridians again. This time, he slowly injected a stream of real energy into it - he was a little unsure of his own judgment as to whether Zhexiu's meridians were so serious. question, because he couldn't imagine how someone could live with such pain for so many years.

The thatched cottage was very quiet at night, and the oil lamp was not lit. He observed Zhe Xiu's face intently, and could only see the pair of eyes full of stubbornness and perseverance. He waited seriously, not missing any change in pulse, However, when that moment came, he was still caught off guard.

There was a soft snap, and Chen Changsheng's fingers were knocked into the air again.

This time, under the dual perception of true energy and spiritual consciousness, he had a more accurate understanding of the abnormal movements in Zhexiu's meridians. There were some vague pictures in his mind, and his mood became heavier and heavier. His eyebrows were not clear. I felt tightly wrinkled, and what was the problem with that vibration like a surging tide?

He took back his right hand and looked at Zhexiu, not knowing what to say.

Zhe Xiu's expression was still as usual, but from a close distance, one could see faint water stains in his hair, which reflected the starlight outside the thatched house and shone brightly. It was slightly cold in early spring, and a young man with such a strong will would not change his expression even if the Tomb of Heavenly Books collapsed in front of his eyes. However, he was sweating so much at this time. You can imagine how unbearable the pain was.

Zhexiu spoke at this time, looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "I didn't expect that your true energy is so weak."

Chen Changsheng never expected that the thing he was most concerned about at this time was not his illness, but this kind of thing.

"Yes, too weak."

A voice sounded from the table, coming from the man Chen Changsheng and Zhe Xiu had almost forgotten.

The man tucked his dirty hair behind his ears, looked from Chen Changsheng to his folded sleeves, and said, "On a whim, you're not dead yet?"

Chen Changsheng remained silent. He knew that these four words once recorded in Dao Zang were about the problem of folding sleeves.

There was no change in Zhexiu's expression. Four years ago, old man Tianji said the same thing when he was seeing a doctor for him.

"I won't die." He said looking at the middle-aged man.

The boy's slow voice was extremely forceful, like stone rubbing against stone, or like a sword cutting off bones, very sure.

The man shook his head and ignored it. He stood up from the table, walked to the bed and fell down directly.

Chen Changsheng wanted to tell him about staying the night, but the next moment, he heard snoring on the bed, and naturally he couldn't speak anymore.

A thunderous snort resounded through the thatched cottage. He didn't understand what the man had done during the day to be so tired. He motioned Zhe Xiu to follow him out of the house and into the small courtyard surrounded by evacuated fences. By the starlight, looking at Zhexiu, he hesitated to speak.

"Tianji Pavilion can't cure it, but you can possibly cure me."

Zhexiu looked at him and said slowly, his tone was not rude, but the content was actually quite unreasonable.

What Chen Changsheng wanted to say was blocked by these words, so he had no choice but to remain silent, looking at the Tomb of Heavenly Books in the distance like a black mountain, and sighed softly: "Fate is indeed unfair."

Zhe Xiu said: "Destiny gave me a powerful bloodline talent, along with unbearable pain and a bleak prospect. In my opinion, this is fair."

Chen Changsheng said: "But you can't make a choice. You can't give up a strong bloodline and at the same time don't give up this kind of pain. So, I still think it's unfair."

Zhe Xiu was silent for a while and said, "Yes, there is never fairness."

Perhaps because of being in a very similar situation and feeling sympathy for each other, Chen Changsheng's perception of Zhexiu has changed a lot. He knows that this wolf boy's seemingly indifferent appearance hides a lot of pain and unwillingness, and he doesn't want his state of mind to continue like this. He continued to be cold and said: "But there can be relative fairness. For example, if we enter the Tomb of Heavenly Books and observe the monument, it all depends on ourselves."

"The Mausoleum of Heavenly Books is the most unfair thing."

Zhe Xiu looked at the Tomb of Heavenly Books under the stars and said expressionlessly: "Why can humans decide the rules for entering the Tomb of Heavenly Books? Why can't demons read the Tomb of Heavenly Books?"

Chen Changsheng did not expect that he, who had killed countless demons, would actually complain on behalf of the demons, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"I'm not complaining for the demons, I'm just being reasonable." Zhe Xiu said: "These stone tablets in the Tomb of Heaven's Book are actually no different from a piece of deer leg left in the snowy field. They are all meat, and everyone wants to eat them. This piece of meat is filled with greed, but only powerful people are qualified to distribute this piece of meat."

Chen Changsheng asked: "So you want to be stronger."

Zhe Xiu said: "No, I want to become stronger. I don't want to share the meat. I just want to eat the meat."

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and was about to say something. At this moment, a louder shout suddenly rang out in the night in the distance.

"Where are you? Chen Changsheng! Where are you?"

Listening to that voice, Chen Changsheng couldn't help but sigh, and even Zhexiu's expression changed somewhat - the owner of this voice left a deep impression on him during the imperial examination.

"I'm here, thirty-six, I'm here." Chen Changsheng shouted to Ye Lin.

The Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven is a holy land, very sacred and solemn. People walking there often subconsciously keep their voices quiet. The cemetery is very quiet on weekdays, but tonight it was filled with the shouts of two teenagers. After Chen Changsheng finished shouting I woke up later and couldn't help but feel so embarrassed.

Accompanied by the sound of clothes rubbing against grass branches, Tang Sanliu came over, pushed down the old fence six to seven feet wide, came to Chen Changsheng, and patted his shoulder heavily, feeling lingering fear. Said: "I was really worried that you had not solved the problem in your brain, and you just left the Tomb of Heaven's Book. Fortunately, you didn't."

Chen Changsheng was a little helpless and said, "Can you please stop shouting so loudly? The fishing songs are answered with each other. That is the swordsmanship of the Lishan Sword Sect."

Tang Thirty-Six said confidently: "In such a big place, the court has not set up a sound transmission array, and those stele attendants are not servants, so they are difficult to handle. How else can we find people besides shouting?"

These words made sense, but Chen Changsheng was speechless.

At this moment, Zhexiu said with an expressionless face: "After everyone enters the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, they only want to seize the time to view the monuments and understand the Tao. Who would not forget to call friends like you?"

"Hey, it's actually you?"

Only then did Tang Thirty-Six notice Zhexiu. After being slightly startled, he stepped forward enthusiastically, raised his arms and asked, "You're finally here, here to collect a debt?"

Zhexiu was not used to this kind of closeness, so he took a step back and avoided his hand.

Tang Sanliu retracted his hand naturally, patted Chen Changsheng's shoulder heavily, and said, "If you can solve it, solve it as soon as possible."

Chen Changsheng rubbed his shoulders, thinking that if he hadn't inexplicably perfected the marrow cleansing at the bottom of the Black Dragon Pond, he would have been badly beaten today. He said, "I will try, but I'm not confident."

At this moment, the man walked out of the thatched house, his messy hair covering the tired look on his face.

Chen Changsheng saluted and asked, "Senior, why don't you take a rest?"

The man looked at Tang Sanliu and said, "It's too noisy."

"I'm sorry, my friend came over. He was a little happy." Chen Changsheng said apologetically, and then introduced to Tang Sanliu: "This senior is the owner of this thatched house. I thought that since I want to stay in Tianshu Mausoleum If you stay for a month, you can't sleep in the open air. It's not good for your health, so I want to stay overnight..."

He was talking to himself, and it was only then that he noticed that Tang Sanliu didn't listen to him at all, but looked at the man blankly.

The man tied his messy hair back and exposed his face. This was also the first time that Chen Changsheng and Zhexiu saw his true face. They saw that this man had a handsome face, and there was a hint of chill between his eyebrows, but there was no It makes people feel cold, but gives people a clean feeling, although it is obviously not very clean.

Tang Sanliu looked at this man's face with a slightly strange expression, looking a little confused. Then he thought of something, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he said in shock: "You... you are... you are Xun Mei!"

The man was slightly startled, watching Tang Sanliu being silent for a long time, and said calmly: "Yes, I am Xun Mei. I didn't expect anyone to remember me."

Hearing the word "Xunmei", Zhexiu raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously remembering this person's origin. Only Chen Changsheng still didn't know.

"Texue Xunmei... How is it possible that no one remembers Senior?" Tang Sanliu looked at the middle-aged man named Xunmei and exclaimed: "Rumors say that Senior has been here since the imperial examination that year. I looked at the stele in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books and realized the truth, but I didn’t expect it to be true.”

Xun Mei looked at the faint spots of light in the Tianshu Mausoleum and said with a hint of bewilderment: "It turns out that this year's imperial examination has ended. No wonder there are so many people today."

"Yes, senior, today is the first day for the top three in this year's imperial examination to enter the Tomb of Heavenly Books."

Tang Sanshiliu thought of something, pulled Chen Changsheng in front of him, and said proudly: "He is my friend Chen Changsheng. Just like his predecessor, he won the first place in the imperial examination."

"Oh? Which college are you from?" Xun Mei asked.

Tang Thirty-Six said: "National Education Academy."

Xun Mei nodded and said, "It's normal for talents to grow under the banyan tree."

Chen Changsheng was slightly startled when he heard the words, thinking that most people would be a little surprised when they heard about the revival of the National Education Academy. How come this senior... After thinking about it, he suddenly understood that this senior had no idea about the revival of the National Education Academy more than ten years ago. During that great catastrophe, doesn't it mean that this person has been observing the monuments in the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven for at least ten years and has never gone out?

Tang Thirty-Six said to him: "Senior Xun Mei was the first to win the imperial examination thirty-seven years ago."

Chen Changsheng was very surprised and thought, doesn't this mean that this senior has stayed in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books for thirty-seven years?