Chapter 198: Wind and rain in all directions, starting from Blackstone

Nothing can't be changed naturally.
If there is no such thing as fate, then naturally there is no such thing as a change of life.
Looking at the last paragraph of the note, Chen Changsheng was silent for a long time, and his mood was unspeakable. He was a little relieved, and more was distraught. Wang Zhice's words, like a thunder, exploded in his sea of ​​knowledge, but unfortunately, it was not spring thunder, which could not bring spring rain that nourishes the earth. On the contrary, it is more like a bell to let him from Wake up in false hope.
This passage is indeed very powerful, but for him, it does not make any sense-no, not only this note-thanks to the strong willpower developed in the past few years to fight against life and death, Chen Changsheng is not much use It calmed down for a long time, and confirmed that this was not all for Ling Yange overnight.
When the Lingyan Pavilion was built, his master Ji Daoren was already an important person in Kyoto. When those heroes were seriously ill and died, they all took care of them by the master, so they must know more secrets and let him go through all the hardship Wan Ku entered Ling Yan Pavilion, definitely not just looking at Wang Zhice's words.
He stuffed the finished notes into the hilt of the dagger, looked at the lid on the bluestone wall, and looked at the complicated and inexplicable copper wires and dense copper pillars. Similarly, he did not indulge in the sea, reached for the lid, and stuffed it into the hilt.
The note and the lid are not small, they can't be stuffed into the hilt, but they are just stuffed in by him, like a big tree swallowed by quicksand less than one foot square, like a big mountain by a The little black hole sucked into other worlds, and under the soft light of the night pearl, the picture was a bit weird.
After doing these two things, he reached into the bluestone wall and groped carefully in the box, as expected, after a moment, he found a black stone in it.
This black stone is about half the length of a finger, slightly slender, and it can be felt hard just by looking at it with the naked eye. The tactile sensation returned from his fingertips also proves this.
Chen Changsheng sat under the corner of the wall, lifted this black stone to the Pearl of the Night, and carefully observed that this black stone could be hidden in the Lingyan Pavilion by Wang Zhice together with that note.
The surface of the black stone is smooth, with a fog-like water color, without any cracks on it, the whole body is dark, and it looks like ink, but it is more like the sea in the night without stars. The surface of the black stone has nothing and it has been seen for a long time. However, it seems that the waves like the waves rise and fall, giving birth to innumerable shades of black.
Chen Changsheng's eyes fell on the black stone, like a black ocean.
The black ocean is the night sky.
His consciousness came into the night sky.
Countless stars suddenly lit up in the dark night sky.
At this time, he was like the night of the destiny star, and entered a state of nothing and selflessness, allowing consciousness to float in the night sky, and to move freely between those stars. I don't know how long it has passed. He saw a red star appear somewhere in the very far night sky.
Chen Changsheng looked at the star calmly and felt very comfortable because it was his life star.
The star is calm and healthy, full of vitality, spreading bright and pure light into the night sky, it doesn't look like it will be extinguished.
Suddenly he realized something.
Even if he really died five years later, this star will still be on.
This fact gave him some comfort, but then, he gave birth to more sadness and grief.
There are countless stars in the space around this red star.
He looked at the stars and found that the stars hanging in the night sky were looking at himself calmly and indifferently, or at the little red star that belonged to him.
Suddenly he became uneasy and developed a strong fear. Just like in the Lingyan Pavilion, when he looked at the portraits, he always felt that the people in the portrait were looking at himself.
Those people are dead, but they seem to be alive.
These stars are speechless, but they seem to tell something.
His consciousness did not know that his body was still in the Lingyan Pavilion at this time, sitting against the bluestone wall, extremely stiff, like a statue.
The black stone was pinched by his two fingers, and suddenly became extremely bright, producing infinite light and heat, the light could not penetrate the doors and windows of Ling Yange, and the heat could only be felt by his body.
Chen Changsheng in the Lingyan Pavilion began to sweat constantly, and the sweat was evaporated again in an instant, and eventually turned into a white mist surrounding him.
An indescribable strange fragrance was also in the white mist, fortunately blocked by the edge of the mist, and there was no trace of it.
An indescribable and wonderful breath emerged from the depths of Blackstone, followed his fingers, entered his body, passed through his ghost palace, and finally fell into his sea of ​​knowledge.
There was a loud noise in Chen Changsheng's mind! Unlike the previous feeling when reading the last paragraph of Wang Zhice's notes, this thunder is more like a real thunder!
There are countless stormy waves in his sea of ​​knowledge, as if to lift all the domes!
He leaned against the bluestone wall, his eyes trembling, faster and faster, sweat was flowing more and more, and the white mist around him became thicker and thicker, until his face was covered.
In the depths of this white mist, he closed his eyes tightly and his eyes were still shaking at high speed. After the spring thunder resounding through the sea, countless pictures appeared.
It was a magnificent temple, with light everywhere. Numerous priests knelt down on the ground. The hundreds of statues on both sides of the temple seemed humble in the light.
In the depths of light like a tide, an old man in a robe and a crown of sacred hands clasped the wand in his hand, facing the starry sky above the temple, saying the prayer aloud, in front of the seat of the god, A kneeling middle-aged man was kneeling. As the sacrificial ceremony proceeded, the projection of the starlight fell on him, and at the same time an unusually breath of breath returned from his body to the starry sky.
In the deepest part of the starry sky, there are changes, those changes are so subtle, some stars become a little darker, but only moths extend their wings to block the sun, and some stars deviate a little bit, but just Luo Shui raised the distance of a strand of hair, even if it is the oldest observatory in the world, it is difficult to observe this change, even the Tianji Pavilion.
In that night sky, the stars move slightly, dark or light, and countless subtle changes are combined in one place, during which the invisible power structure is also changing. In the middle, there is a lilac star that gradually becomes thicker and more gorgeous , Purple reached the extreme, and then suddenly burst into great light!
The Emperor Ziwei appeared in this way, and in the world, the soldiers of Tianliang County went out of Qi Mountain, the 17th City of Lianke, resolved the surroundings of Luoyang, and won the tomb of Kyoto. The emperor Taizu officially became the throne.
A few years later, the fierce fighting sounds in the Kyoto Baicao Garden, the silent night was broken, the night sky was torn, the stars that had changed their position and brightness gradually faded, the blood flowed into the river, the brothers were maimed, the emperor was so much Excellent son, only one survived in the end.
A few years later, a game ended and Hu Ming with several beautiful maids, the Emperor Taizu came to the tent covered with knots and looked at the stars in the night sky, with a sad smile on his face.
The purple star in the night sky is still dazzling, but it no longer belongs to him, but belongs to his son, the King Qi, known for his filial piety, is now His Majesty Taizong.
The galaxy continues to change, occupying the twenty-four constellations of Nakano Land, shining in sequence, and it seems that the energy accumulated since ancient times will be released in this short decades.
The light of the twenty-four stars is so dazzling that no one notices that the Ziwei Emperor Star, which is surrounded by these stars in the middle, has quietly changed its posture, and it looks only a little bit off the ground. Already northward, invading the dark night sky.
The demon army returned to the north in disastrous defeat, and the human world was at peace. A Lingyan Pavilion was built in Kyoto. A skinny painter lay on the ground and kept painting. The expression on his face seemed a little crazy.
The emperor Taizong’s most esteemed and respectful queen’s mother died of illness. The elder brother, Zhao Guogong, who was ranked first in the portrait of Ling Yange’s heroes, was given death, but in the history books, his cause of death was the same as his sister’s. Because the most common disease in Luoxichuan was followed by Zheng Guogong, the only person in the world who dared to yell at His Majesty Taizong, died of illness, and the most loyal to His Majesty Taizong, Qin Zhong and Yugong, died for some reason, but they died very well Calm, even happy, without complaints.
The big week is flourishing, but the famous ministers and gods are gradually dying.
In a late autumn, Wang Zhice attended the funeral of a colleague, silently walked into the palace, came to the Lingyan Pavilion, looked at the portraits on the wall, and finally walked to his portrait, he quietly looked at himself in the portrait, As if attending his own funeral in advance, he smiled and said that Yin Rongwan was in four words.
He hid a box in the bluestone wall next to the portrait, then turned away.
Wang Zhicai in the portrait looked at Wang Zhicai who walked out of Ling Yan Pavilion and smiled.
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Chen Changsheng opened his eyes and woke up. At this moment, the thick fog that had surrounded him suddenly converged, like a collapse, falling on him at a speed that could not be seen with the naked eye, through the hospital uniform, through the pores on the skin, Into his body.
The mist was originally his sweat, which returned to his body at this time, and turned into water-like things, turned into countless streams, and began to moisturize the river valleys that dried up in the Dacha test, and then towards the broken The abyss at the end of the mountain fell, and no echo sounded.
After the battle with Gou Hanshi, the snowfield that was burnt out and down again fell, and it fluttered and fluttered. The snow flakes like goose feathers seemed to be slow but very quickly to turn the whole wasteland into a white piece.
Then there are winds and rains in all directions, coming from all sides, either horizontally or vertically, or from the blue sky, or from the ground, rustling, pattering, and striking towards the lake in the air, the picture is extremely magnificent.
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(Tomorrow’s chapter update will be very late at night, because I have to run long distances during the day. In addition, today I saw some people accusing me of only copying Tang history. I said nothing about it... Seeing that I’m writing Tang now ?Show your hand, smile. Thinking that my answer may cause those people to ask me why I don't just write Tang directly, I suggest that he ask the relevant departments that are not allowed to change history or jokes. I want to How about writing fantasy? Cut~)
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