The courtyard was quiet and the atmosphere was very depressing. It was Chen Changsheng who broke all this.

He walked into the house and looked at the half bowl of tea left over from Tang Sanshiliu. For some reason, he suddenly became very angry. If it were normal, he would probably wash the dishes by himself and wipe the table carefully twice, but he was not in the mood at this time and said to everyone: "I want to go to bed."

After saying this, he turned around and entered the main house, found a bedding, and covered it with his face.

The rest were still immersed in that complex and sentimental mood. Seeing that he was actually going to sleep, they couldn't help but feel a little surprised. Guan Feibai raised his eyebrows slightly and said unhappily: "What a cold-blooded guy."

Gou Hanshi shook his head and told him not to say anything more.

Tang Sanshiliu sneered and said, "You are just a competitive martial artist. What's the difference between you and the old guy under the pavilion?"

At this time, Zhexiu suddenly said, "It's better to have a cold blood."

Everyone was stunned when they heard this. Even Tang Sanshiliu felt that this statement was too far-fetched.

"It is not easy to get fever if the blood is cold, and it is even less likely to get crazy."

Cheshui explained with a expressionless expression, then turned around and went into the inner room, found another bedding, lay on the bed and started to sleep.

Tang Sanshiliu suddenly thought of something, followed him into the inner room and said, "I said how many beds are there in total? You won't use them all, right?"

Hearing this, Guan Feibai jumped up from the threshold and shouted to it: "No matter how many beds, we have to have at least two beds here."

Before Xun Mei died, she left the thatched house to these young people. The feeling of being solemn was as if this thatched house was his greatest heritage in the world. But in fact, this thatched house was very simple and shabby. It looked like there were three rooms, in addition to the kitchen, there were also main houses and inner houses, but the kitchen could not be accommodated. The remaining two rooms were very small, and it was really a bit crowded for seven people to live in.

Chen Changsheng, Tang Sanshiliu and Zhexiu lived in the inner room with relatively better conditions. After all, they came first, and Xun Mei left the room for everyone, most of the reason was because of them. Therefore, the four people from Lishan Sword Sect did not raise any objections, but Guan Feibai fought hard to steal two bedding.

Xun Mei only left three beds full of sour smell. After two beds were snatched, only one bed was left. Fortunately, Cheung grew up in the snowfield since she was a child. For ordinary people, the cold spring season was as comfortable as early summer for him, and he didn't have to cover the quilt at all. Tang Sanshiliu, a rich man, actually carried a fur with him, so Chen Changsheng was very lucky not to sleep with Renda Quilt.

As the night became darker, Chen Changsheng still opened his eyes and did not fall asleep.

It's not because of the sour smell coming from the bedding, although that must be one of the reasons.

Who can sleep in this bed for thirty-seven years? He just died in front of their eyes.

Like him, there are many more people who are not asleep.

"Is it worth it?" Tang Sanshiliu asked at the stars in the night sky outside the window, his mood seemed a little depressed.

Broken sleeves closed their eyes, did not fall asleep, nor did they speak, because in his opinion, this was a question that needed no consideration.

Chen Changsheng didn't say anything, but under the bedding, his hand holding the black stone became tighter. Last night in Lingyan Pavilion, he understood some things, and tonight in Tianshu Tomb, he encountered some things. These things came too much, which caught him too off guard at the age of fifteen. He was actually more confused than Tang Sanshiliu.

Looking at the starry sky and feeling the distant little red star of his own, he thought silently that if he wanted to change his destiny, he had to change his destiny, first of all, the destiny of those who were connected with him and let those stars change. Then how do you know which star corresponds to which person around you? Xun Mei... which star is he? He has already had a connection with him, what will his death change? Or is it because he entered the Heavenly Book Mausoleum that his destiny will change? Will his destiny really bring suffering and death to the people around him?

What if the affected Xingchen is the senior brother? What should I do if it is Tang Sanshiliu? What should I do if it is Luoluo? Even if it is Xu Yourong, can I watch her stars indifferently? Just as he was thinking about these things that are not available, Tang Sanshiliu suddenly got up, lifted the fur aside, and then kept pulling his clothes and fanning the air.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Somewhat hot." Tang Sanshiliu said: "I don't know how my family prepared it."

Chen Changsheng smiled and said nothing.

Tang Sanshiliu suddenly turned his head and looked at him and said seriously: "Chen Changsheng, I have something to say to you."

Chen Changsheng was a little puzzled and asked, "What?"

Tang Sanshiliu said seriously: "No matter what happens in the future, I will not say thank you to you, and you will not be polite to me."

Listening to this, Chen Changsheng was speechless. He knew that Tang Sanshiliu was touched by the last conversation between Xun Mei and Wang Po.

Guan Feibai's ridicule came from outside the door: "Why are you thanking Chen Changsheng? He wants to say rude to you? You are so sure that you will become Wang Po in the future. Chen Changsheng will definitely be inferior to you. He can only play the role that inspires you to move forward? Don't forget that he is already in the secluded world, and you are still far from it."

After Tang Sanshiliu said those words, he was in a situation where brothers were deeply in love, and suddenly heard this, and couldn't help but feel embarrassed and angry, shouting outside the house: "You are so much better than me."

Guan Feibai sneered and said, "I can't be much stronger, but I'm still strong."

Gou Hanshi shouted: "Stop quarrel."

Chen Changsheng said, "Go to bed early."

The room finally became quiet, but not long after, everyone heard Qijian's timid voice again.

"Second Brother, I...I...seem to be hungry."

It was quiet, and then laughter came everywhere.

Qijian's little face was flushed red.

Chen Changsheng noticed that he folded his sleeves and closed his eyes, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

After laughing and scolding for a few times, everyone's emotions calmed down a little and gradually fell asleep.

Chen Changsheng was still awake, quietly looking at the starry night sky outside the window.

Tonight, Xun Mei said that she learned something from him and Chessie, but in fact she also learned a lot.

Zhexiu said that the most important thing to live is not to live, but to live or die soberly. For him, the most important thing is to live as he pleases. In the old temple in Xining Town, he read the Taoist sect and practiced Taoism with his master. What he practiced was not to kill people with flying swords and immortality, but to live as he pleased.

The only meaningful thing to live toward death is that it is only between life and death. Of course, you must be sober and of course you must go your way.

It is precisely because he truly lives to die that a few years ago, he practiced the three-character word "Shuxinyi" very well, went to the God General's Mansion to break the engagement, appeared at the Qingteng Banquet, and finally won the first place in the Grand Court Examination. However, when he really walked into Lingyan Pavilion and discovered that secret, he saw the hope of life for the first time in several years, but his heart was disturbed.

He suddenly lost interest in practicing. He was a tourist in the Tianshu Tomb for a day, all because he was confused. Fortunately, he heard Zhexiu's answer and saw Xun Mei heading to the Tianshu Tomb. Xun Mei took 37 years to wake up, and he only took him one night. I have to say that this is a very lucky thing.

Chen Changsheng, who regained his calm state, naturally returned to the familiar trajectory of his life. Although he encountered so many things last night, he was a little tired both physically and mentally, and he slept late, at 5 o'clock in the morning, when the sky was not even brighter, he opened his eyes and woke up.

After waking up, he did not get up, but spent five breaths of time as usual. Then he got up, put on his shoes and dressed, and was about to put on the bed and fold the quilt, and remembered that there were two people on the bed. Tang Sanshiliu was holding the fur tightly and shrank his body, just like an insecure child, and his folded sleeves were lying straight. To put it bluntly, it was like a stone figurine.

He shook his head and walked to the outer room. He saw Gou Hanshi, Liangbanhu, Guan Feibai and the other two covered a bedding, and Qijia slept in the corner, and one person covered the quilt. He couldn't help but shake his head again, thinking that the disciples of the Lishan Sword Sect who were the leader of the Lishan Sword Sect were treated differently.

He walked to the courtyard and went to the stream to fetch water. After washing, he cooked a large pot of white porridge, steamed the remaining two-thirds of the salted fish left yesterday, walked to the window and pushed it open, trying to shout Tang Sanshiliu. Tang Sanshiliu rolled around on the bed twice, cursed three swear words, and refused to pay attention to him again.

Chen Changsheng shook his head for the third time after waking up, but turned around helplessly, but saw that Chessie was already squatting beside the collapsed fence and brushing his teeth. He couldn't help but be surprised and asked with a smile: "I didn't expect it."

Broken sleeves and squatted on the ground without looking back, he said vaguely: "I didn't expect that I, a wolf cub, actually love Yu Jing?"

Chen Changsheng thought about it and found that this was indeed what he thought. He said sorry, "It's me wrong."

I folded my sleeves and threw away the thing in my hand that I didn’t know if it was a willow branch or a branch. I picked up the slightly cold water and washed my face, and then said, “There’s nothing wrong. On the snow field, I really don’t wash my face every day. The oil can resist the cold wind, but I brush my teeth at least twice a day and chew some ice and snow from time to time.”

Chen Changsheng asked, "Why is this?"

Cheshui said, "On the snow field, the meat will be frozen very hard, and sometimes you have to eat raw meat, so you must have a good mouthful of teeth so that you can chew it."

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, "It makes sense."

Zhexiu said: "In those tribes, the old people who live the longest are often the ones with the best teeth."

Chen Changsheng noticed that his teeth were indeed very white and healthy.

The two of them drank three bowls of white porridge with salted fish, then left the thatched hut, walked through the large orange forest outside the garden, and walked towards the Tianshu Tomb.

No one finished speaking along the way, and the atmosphere was very silent.

When he was about to walk to the right path under the Tianshu Tomb, Cheshui suddenly stopped and looked at him and said, "Somewhat strange."

Chen Changsheng was stunned and asked, "Where is the weird one?"

Cheshui said, "I'm used to being alone."

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, "Then you first."

Zhexiu said, "I also want you to help me treat my illness. Of course, you should be the first. In addition to brushing your teeth, there is another rule on the snow field, that is, you cannot offend the doctor."

Chen Changsheng laughed and said, "You don't need to be polite about this kind of thing."

Folding his sleeves did not respond, but directly stretched out a fist.

Chen Changsheng was slightly shocked and said, "Does this also require a fight?"

Cheshui said, "Can you punch the boxing?"

Chen Changsheng said: "I only know how to scissors and stone cloth."

After Cheshui was silent for a moment, he said, "I only know this one."

After wrapping a rag around the stone-like fist, Chen Changsheng won the victory, left first, and headed north along the right path under the Heavenly Book Mausoleum. Listening to the sound of morning birds slitting their wings from time to time in the mountains, it took him no time to arrive at the main gate of the Heavenly Book Mausoleum and embarked on the only road where you can view the monument.

The stone tablets are all in the mountains. The road to viewing the tablets is naturally a mountain road, but it is not very steep. It is paved with many stone steps, so it is very easy to walk.

It was just early morning that the morning sun poked a head out on the eastern horizon, illuminating the buildings in Kyoto in the distance. The Gan Terrace and Lingyan Pavilion in the Daming Palace are very conspicuous.

The cool morning breeze gently brushed his cheeks, and the morning light illuminated the road ahead. Walking in the quiet forest, listening to the clear chirping of morning birds and looking at the rising sun with its face painted by branches, Chen Changsheng was very calm and happy. He was one day later than others, but he didn't care.

Yes, it's really a waste of life.

Just as he once mentioned when he talked to Zhexiu, chess, piano, calligraphy, painting, and enjoying the scenery are also a waste of life.

But how wonderful this way of wasting life is.

How wonderful it is to have life to waste.

In the quiet and deserted forest, Chen Changsheng stepped up the steps alone, and soon he saw a stone tablet. When he walked to the monument, he saw that the monument was full of traces of knives and axes, without any words or any formed lines. It was obviously destroyed. Thinking of the decree of the Holy Queen Mother, he knew that this was not the stone tablet he wanted to see, so he shook his head and continued to move forward.

Not far away, he saw another stone tablet.

Here is a cliff, with a hut formed in front of the cliff, and the stone tablet is in the hut.

The eaves of the hut spread out to all sides, and no matter how strong the wind and rain in the mountains are, it is difficult to wet the monument.

Chen Changsheng walked to the front of the hut and looked at the stone tablet, his heart slightly rippled.

The shape of this stone tablet is actually not very regular, and its thickness is even uneven. Compared with the common stone tablets in the world, it is more like an unfinished item.
To be continued...