Way of Choices

Thousands of years ago, there was no such thing as the Seventeen Tombs in the Tomb, but then it suddenly appeared. Naturally, it has its meaning. What Chen Changsheng is doing now is to find this meaning. Of course, he also thought that this meaning is very likely to disappear with the lost Tianshu monument, and he will never be able to find it again, but if he now clearly knows that the process of unlocking the Tianshu monument is not complete, he even tries to find the lost The part of the move is not there, so his mental defects will never be able to make up, which is something he cannot accept.

Zhaoqing monument, Guanyun monument, Guigui monument, Yinjiang monument, Jiyu monument, Dongting monument... The seventeen monuments of Qianling, also appeared in his eyes at the same time.

In the middle of his field of vision is the Zhaoqing Monument, and the remaining 16 Tianshu Monuments are moving around, trying to group together. It’s just that the inscriptions are so mysterious and complex, those lines are so complicated, there are no naturally existing lines between the lines, and there are no traces that can be found between the traces, no matter how they are combined, you can see There is no evidence of the original integration of these inscriptions.

He even had a feeling that even if the piece of broken monument was restored as before, and then let himself see the inscription on it, he still could not put all the inscriptions together.

For hundreds of years, no one has ever discovered the mystery of the Seventeen Monuments to the Qianling, or it has been shown that his attempt must be in vain. He sat quietly outside the tomb and did not know when he had closed his eyes. Still moving fast in the sea of ​​his consciousness without stopping for a moment, which made his consciousness consume faster and faster, and his face became paler and paler.

The world outside the Tianshuling is also quiet. Most of the Wanjia lights in Kyoto have been extinguished. Only the most important places of the palaces of the princes and nobles, as well as the Royal Palace and the Li Palace are still brightly lit. Chen Changsheng decided to reinterpret the news of the former tombstone. Many people are very surprised, that is, mocking, and some people can't sleep at night.

Time passed slowly and firmly, the brilliant stars in the night sky faded away, after the darkness before dawn, the morning light returned to the earth, and unconsciously, Chen Changsheng had been sitting in front of the stele all night, in Tianshuling and Tianshuling Many people outside also waited for him all night.

In the morning light, the observers came up from the mountain road one after another, watching Chen Changsheng sitting in front of the tree with his eyes closed, with different expressions, or admiration, or mocking, or an indescribable sense of relief. The situation was special last night, and the young age can drive away all the observers, but it cannot always do so. So the forest gradually became lively.

Some people watched Chen Changsheng shake his head and went to his own monument. Some people stayed exclusively around the monument. They wanted to see what Chen Changsheng could finally realize. They thought fortunately, Chen Changsheng explained yesterday. As far as the mausoleum is concerned, it is clear that you can leave wisely, but you want to stay again. It is very likely that you will lift a stone and smash your own feet. (Note)

The people in the hut also came to the stele. Tang Thirty-six carries a pot of porridge. This son of Wenshui who was born with a gold spoon obviously did not do any housework. The porridge water was spilled all the way, and there were a lot of dripping on the shoes. It looked a little embarrassed, with small dishes and buns folded in his sleeves. Holding tableware.

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes, took the porridge food, said thanks to Qijian, and began to eat.

With two bowls of gruel, he ate a steamed bun with white fermented bean curd. He felt that he was full, so he stopped chopsticks.

Tang Thirty-six looked at his pale face and worriedly said, "How can I stand up without eating more?"

Chen Changsheng said: "Eating too much is easy to fall asleep."

Tang Thirty-six frowned and said: "Although you don't understand what you want to solve, but since you insist, I know there is no way to persuade, but are you really going to sleep?"

Gou Hanshi did not speak beside him. He knew why Chen Changsheng was so anxious, because the day when Zhou Yuan opened was getting closer and closer.

Fold the sleeves and hand the wet towel to Chen Changsheng.

The towel was wet with creek water, and it was very cold. Chen Changsheng rubbed his face vigorously, feeling that his spirit had recovered a little, and said to everyone: "You don't need to control me."

After saying this, he closed his eyes again.

Although he closed his eyes, Gou Hanshi and others knew that he was still observing the monument, or he wouldn't hurt his eyes too much, but this method of observing the monument was really too distressing.

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The morning bird flew away towards the morning sun, and went to the wetness between the wings and feathers. Before the stele regained its quietness, people seemed to leave.

Chen Changsheng crossed his eyes and closed his eyes, sitting in front of Lu to continue to solve the monument.

Time continued to flow, quietly, and came to noon, and then to the evening, the twilight was very thick.

Today’s Kyoto is as quiet as the Celestial Tomb. The archbishops in the palace have no mood to listen to the reports of their subordinates. The ministers in the court have no intention to deal with government affairs. The speed of Mo Yu’s approval of the concerto has dropped seriously. The sheep strolled in the Daming Palace, and I wondered what to think. The Pope's Master poured water on the pot of green leaves seven times a day.

Those who do not know or understand, only regard Chen Changsheng's move as a sensation, or some kind of talk.

Those who knew Zhou Du|fu Jiebei, who knew the inner feelings of Tianshuling, were anxiously waiting for something to happen, or could not happen.

At least until now, that thing has not happened.

Seventeen heavenly stele monuments have been reassembled countless times in Chen Changsheng’s field of vision or knowledge. Although he can’t say the exhaustive changes, he has done his utmost to lose countless minds. Unfortunately, he still hasn’t been able to find him. What he wants to find, the world is still incomplete for him.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his mind. He no longer tried to group the seventeen heavenly steles together, more precisely, he no longer tried to group the seventeen heavenly steles together on the same plane, but let the seventeen heavenly steles be on his Lines of knowledge are lined up in a straight line.

In front of him is the Zhaoqing monument, the Guanyun monument is behind the Zhaoqing monument, and then the folding monument is arranged in a straight line.

Then he said to himself, as long as the inscription.

So the body of the 17 stone tablets disappeared, leaving only the most complicated lines on the surface.

Seventeen layers of inscriptions floated in front of him from near to far.

Looking through the inscription on the Zhaoqing monument, you can see the inscription on the sixteen monuments behind.

These inscriptions are superimposed to form a brand-new pattern that Chen Changsheng has never seen or even imagined.

He looked at the pattern, and his heart shook slightly.

The Seventeen Monuments to the Qianling Mausoleum seem to be simpler and more regular to the back. The superposition of lines means regular superposition. Is the thing he is looking for hidden in it?

However, the lines on the Zhaoqing monument have already been extremely complicated and difficult to understand. The lines of the monuments behind are relatively simple and still complex and difficult to understand. The patterns formed by the superposition are more complicated than countless times, relying on the human spirit , Can never be solved, even if you try to solve it, there will be problems.

Chen Changsheng glanced at it, and his mind was slightly moved, so he was hard to get the extreme.

A mouthful of blood was sprayed out by him, and his clothes were wet.

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There was always silence, as if there was no one around the stele, a burst of exclamation sounded.

It just seemed to worry about affecting Chen Changsheng, so those people forced the exclamation to be extremely low.

With his eyes closed, Chen Changsheng couldn't see the situation outside the monument, and his mind was on the infinitely complicated pattern, but he didn't notice it.

Just a glance, he knew that the picture was not human-readable.

He said silently in his heart: simpler.

These three words are not for the picture, but for myself.

In the sea of ​​monk's knowledge, how do you see the world, the world will become what you want to see.

He forcibly converged his mind, with a calm mood far beyond his age and Ning Rou's consciousness that even the Queen Mother was slightly moved, he looked at the pattern again.

He no longer tried to sort out and calculate those lines, he simply looked at them, and the pattern became simpler.

In that pattern, he saw countless simple patterns like childish graffiti, saw countless words, saw countless poems and songs, saw countless ink paintings, saw beautiful buildings in the palace, and saw the state religion The big banyan tree in the academy saw high mountains and flowing clouds, and three thousand Daozang.

Everything that already exists in this world is in this picture.

But it is still not enough, because it is still too much and too complicated.

Chen Changsheng silently said to himself: simpler.

He forgot the three thousand Daozang that he could study hard since he was a child, forgot the poems and songs he had seen, forgoing that he had been to the palace, forgoing that he had climbed the big banyan tree, and stood side by side with the setting sun in Kyoto With a satisfied face, I forgot all the words I learned, and I forgot all of them.

Of course, this forgetting is not really forgetting, but a kind of spiritual self-isolation.

Only in this way can he ask himself a question.

If you are an illiterate child, what do you think of when you see these lines on the picture?

Are traces.

It is a trace of water flow.

It is a trace of clouds.

It is the traces of geese flying over the blue sky.

Anyone who passes by will leave traces... No, that is the false and sour self-consolation of the writer.

Snow geese flew past the blue sky, leaving no trace at all. The so-called snow line is actually just an afterimage in his eyes.

What exactly do these lines point to and explain?

The objects pointed and explained by the snow line are the snow geese at the forefront of the line.

The objects pointed and explained by these lines are line ends.

If there is no thread, it is where the lines intersect.

Simpler.

Chen Changsheng stared at the extremely complicated pattern and said to himself again.

Seventeen monuments were superimposed in front of his eyes.

The monument disappeared first.

Now the lines are gone.

More and more lines disappeared slowly in front of his eyes, disappearing non-stop.

More and more blanks appeared slowly before his eyes, and kept appearing.

Seventeen monuments disappeared, the lines on the monument disappeared, and new patterns emerged.

——It was countless isolated points.

Chen Changsheng is quite sure that he has not seen this picture.

But without knowing why, he felt a little familiar.

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(Note: I thought about that sentence for a long time, and couldn't find a suitable description. In fact, the most expressive should be those people who think that Chen Changsheng is: pretend | force pretend to be stupid | force, but it can't always be written like this? So I specifically mention this because I am often said this sentence, um, but I still like the obsessive-compulsive disorder like Chen Changsheng. This is summed up by QQ sugar classmates, and should be regarded as such, everyone understands this chapter The meaning of the name is not just referring to the monument, but also the concept. It is very important to stick to the concept that you think is correct. Another advertisement is inserted. It is reported that the ol game will be officially launched at 17:00 on November 7th. Yes. It’s true that after three days, the time has passed really fast...Finally, this chapter is a bit bitter, and the next chapter will be later.)

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