Chapter 550: Before breaking the monument

Ji Jin, from the Southern Huaiyuan, made a blood oath to become a stele, and could not leave Tianshuling for the rest of his life.
This person last year tried to help the disciple of Huaiyuan Zhong Hui to overcome Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi on the way of observing the Taoist Tao. The cold food facts humiliated in silence.
Ji Jin looked at Chen Changsheng, with hostility and resentment hidden in his eyes.
Although as a steward, he cannot leave Tianshuling for life, but after all, it is not isolated from the world. The news outside the Tianshuling has spread to his ears.
Chen Changsheng looked at the Qianling Monument in one day; he became the youngest dean of the National College of Education; he went to Zhou Yuan; he might have died but came alive again; he and Suli went south together; Breaking through the environment and winning the star, he defeated a generation of arrogance Xu Yourong on the Neihe Bridge; he was finally determined to be the heir to the state religion...
Zhong Hui, a disciple of Huaiyuan, who had high hopes for him, won the third place in the first list in the Dacha test last year. Under Chen Changsheng and Gou Hanshi, in the following just over a year, he won a great Progress has shocked the entire Tiannan, but how can it be compared with Chen Changsheng?
More importantly, here is the Tianshuling, the Tianshuling that you are willing to dedicate your life and freedom to!
Why can you come and go so casually!
Xu Yourong didn't know Ji Jin, but he could feel that this profound steward was obviously hostile to Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng probably knew where Ji Jin's anger came from, and he was slightly lowered and did not speak.
Logically speaking, it should be Ji Jin saluting him, but he thought that the other party is here after all, age and seniority, so salute first.
However, Ji Jin still didn't mean to salute him, just staring at him.
Xu Yourong's expression was very calm, but Ji Jin's eyes gradually became brighter.
Chen Changsheng shook his head and led her across the mountain road.
Ji Jinlu's hands outside the sleeve tremble slightly, especially when Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong walked past him, they were even more exposed.
He didn't do anything in the end, because he didn't dare.
He has been very depressed all these years, he wants to vent, Chen Changsheng is naturally the best goal.
But he was in Tianshuling, and his family and Huaiyuan were outside Tianshuling.
He could do nothing if he did not want his family and Huaiyuan to be burned to ashes by the angry flame of the State Church.
He can not salute Chen Changsheng, but he can not give Chen Chang a lively hand.
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The sun is rising, the snow clouds are gone, and in winter, Kyoto has a different kind of beauty with a sense of vulgarity.
Standing beside the forest among the tombs, looking at the streets and streets of Kyoto in the distance, Chen Changsheng remembered watching the streets at the Banyan Tree at the National College of Education and Luoluo, and said, "I used to ask Luoluo to check your news, since... ...Now that I have found you, I think this matter should be told to her, so I mentioned two things in the letter to her."
Xu Yourong said softly, "When I was away from the mountain, I initially thought you were dead, and I told Brother Si about the things in Zhou Yuan. Brother was a little worried about me. After eating cow bones the other day, I wrote a letter Letter to him."
I met at Naiheqiao that day, and then ate the beef bone pot, confirmed some things, so I should confirm some other things clearly-this is a very responsible attitude, although he and she have no experience in this area , I haven’t thought about too specific things, but I have done so.
Mentioning these two letters at this time is naturally another way of expressing your heart.
From Zhou Yuan to now, he and she have expressed their wishes many times, but those methods are a little special, such as dusting snow, such as rubbing shoulders, such as writing letters to others.
Chen Changsheng's eyes are very clear, like a stream, and it is easy to see those pleasant colors that swim like fish.
Xu Yourong whispered: "You are here to come to Tianshuling, not for... there is something right."
Words have an inexhaustible meaning-the words in this sentence are not for the four characters, in fact, they should be more than just for them.
When meeting in Tianshuling, what can be the right thing? Naturally, it is the matter of the heavenly stele.
Behind them is Zhao Qing Bei Lu. On the black stone monument, the poems are so clear, but the lines are still so incomprehensible.
Chen Changsheng walked to Beilu, recalling the time of watching the monument here last year, with a little emotion.
"I was cooking in the hut at that time and saw the light falling on the fence..."
He talked about his own experience and several methods when observing the Taoist Tao.
Xu Yourong listened quietly, his hands behind him trembling gently in the breeze, like pushing the astrolabe, he continued to perform deductions according to his words.
After Chen Changsheng finished speaking, she began to talk about her experience and gains when she first observed the Qingbei: "So in essence, the so-called light and shade is also changing light."
Chen Changsheng was a little uncertain, and said: "Tuo Ben's brushes and inks are different, will he be frustrated by his form?"
Xu Yourong said: "The top copy of the Heavenly Book Stele preserved in Nanxizhai is that the early saints used the heavenly heart to imprint them in the soul of the gods, and then reflected the stone steles.
Chen Changsheng heard that he could not help but give birth to infinite awe of the saint who pioneered the Southern School of National Religion.
The true meaning can be stored in two or three, which sounds like a shabby ratio, but to know that the true meaning here is the true meaning of the Tianshu monument, that the first-generation saint could actually copy those true meanings directly in her own soul, but also It can be reinterpreted as a line shape, which is really a supernatural power.
This top copy of the Tianshu Tablet is naturally completely different from the top copy sold by the small vendors in front of the Liziyuan Inn.
"And what I just said is not Tuoben." Xu Yourong said: "The shade I said is the shade of the pen marks on the Tianshu Tablet."
Chen Changsheng didn't respond, and asked, "Have you come to Tianshuling to observe the monument?"
Xu Yourong was a little embarrassed and said, "When I was five years old, I was hugged in by my mother."
Chen Changsheng was silent, thinking that he was a person who had nothing to say.
After reading the Zhaoqing Monument, I went to the second Tianshu Monument, and occasionally I could see some observers, but the number was small, and those people stayed in the Tianshu Mausoleum for many years. Above the stele, they did not notice their arrival.
The two walked freely in the hills and exchanged their experiences and insights when they were observing the monument. They contrasted with each other and benefited.
When they came to the broken stele, the winter was midday.
There was no one in front of the broken stele. Chen Changsheng walked into the house and looked at the broken stele without contemplation.
Xu Yourong approached him, watching him shake his head, and said softly but firmly: "No."
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(In order to thank a reader, it is because... I am so lonely, I can’t install sesame oil, I can’t save the manuscript, and there is one more change at 8 pm.)
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