Chapter 203 Two Children by the Fence

After entering the Mausoleum of the Heavenly Book, he did not read the Book but only looked at the scenery. No one knew what Chen Changsheng was thinking or why he did this. In fact, even he himself did not understand why he refused to take a step closer to the Mausoleum of the Heavenly Book or look at the stone tablets. , only willing to walk around in the garden under the mausoleum and watch.

Looking at the sunset that was about to set in the distance, his hand fell on the hilt of the dagger, and his consciousness gently brushed over the black stone. Feeling the warm breath, he became more awake and understood that waiting and watching meant He hesitated, and the reason why he hesitated was because he subconsciously did not want to continue practicing.

Cultivation makes people grow and become stronger. Only by becoming a truly strong man can he change his destiny according to the methods Lingyan Pavilion told him, but... he hasn't really started on the road yet, but he has already seen the long road. The bloody scenes at the end made the steps extremely heavy and difficult to move.

He didn't know how to think about these problems before. In the face of life and death, everything was very simple. Only by surviving can he be qualified to think about it. Now that he is still far from solving the problem, he starts to think about these problems. I have to say that this seems a bit hypocritical. Of course, if you change it, From a perspective, it can also be said that this is a kind of happiness.

The dusk was getting darker, and the green hills seemed to be burning in the sunset. He had walked around the Tomb of Heavenly Books for more than a circle, and came to a forest garden in the southwest corner, where he saw a thatched cottage.

The thatched cottage was very crudely built, with bark even visible on the beams, making it look extremely rough. The grass covering the eaves had not been changed for who knows how many years, and was very ugly.

If you are staying in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books for a long time, you need to find a place to stay and rest. Chen Changsheng does not intend to accept the arrangement with those candidates. He subconsciously does not want to get too close to the stone tablets in Qingqiu that he has not seen so far, and is ready to see them. Let's see if we can stay here.

He politely called out to the thatched cottage twice, but no one responded. After thinking about it, he walked up the stone steps and pushed the door open. He found that there were only some simple furnishings in the thatched cottage, and the tabletop was covered with a light layer of dust. The water tank behind the side door is almost dry, but there is still a lot of rice in the rice bucket.

Someone should live here, but that person lives here very carelessly. Chen Changsheng was a bit of a germaphobe. Looking at the appearance of the room, he couldn't help but shake his head, but did not leave. After thinking about it, he actually found a bucket and rag in the corner of the room and started cleaning.

From Xining Town to Kyoto, from the old temple to the National Education College, what he was best at was not studying, but cleaning the courtyard, washing clothes and washing the face. It didn’t take long for the inside and outside of the thatched cottage to be extremely clean, and the water in the water tank was clean. There are no traces of spider webs under the eaves. Although I can't say that it has completely changed from before, it can at least meet his standards and is habitable.

He simmered the rice in the pot, cut a third of the salted fish tied to the beam and steamed it on top, went to the garden to pull some cabbage, washed it and prepared it for frying. After doing these things, he seriously I washed my hands and wiped them clean with a handkerchief, then sat on the stone steps and stared at the scenery in a daze again.

The dusk gradually recedes, and the Tomb of Heavenly Books gradually darkens. The scenery is not as beautiful as before, but it gives people a more mysterious feeling. The green trees on the mountain turn into ink balls, as if they are some words.

Thousands of years ago, there was a demon king who studied in the Tomb of Heaven's Book for ten years. At that time, Zhou Dufu understood all the stone tablets and climbed to the top of the Tomb of Heaven's Book in just three days and three nights. There are countless stories like this in the history of Tianshu Mausoleum, because this place was originally a legendary holy land.

Thinking about those stories or rumors, and thinking about the mainland's number one general who had been sitting under the pavilion for hundreds of years in front of the Shinto, Chen Changsheng's mind wandered slightly, and his eyes became darker and darker due to the night.

"It's normal to yearn for or be in awe, but... if you just look at it like this and do nothing, in my opinion, it's very stupid... a waste of life."

A voice sounded outside the tattered fence of the thatched cottage. The man spoke very slowly, with no obvious ups and downs in his tone. It sounded like a boring tune.

Chen Changsheng looked back and saw a young man standing outside the fence. The young man was very thin, with no emotion on his face. He looked very indifferent, just like his pale eyebrows.

It was none other than Mikio Zetsue, a boy from the wolf tribe.

Chen Changsheng knew that the military exploits he had achieved in Northern Xinjiang with Zhe Xiu could easily be converted into qualifications to enter the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books. However, he had waited for the other party in the National Education Academy for several days and the other party did not show up. When the candidates came to the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books together, they were a little surprised.

He clasped his hands to the young man outside the fence, thought for a while and said: "Listening to music, watching plays and reading novels, aren't many people actually wasting their lives? I also want to think about this feeling."

"But you...are not this kind of person." Zhe Xiu looked at him through the fence and said, his voice still a little dry and awkward, but very sure and beyond doubt.

Chen Changsheng was silent and said after a while: "There are some things that I still can't figure out. Before that, I don't want to do anything for the time being, at least today."

He and Zhe Xiu had only met in the imperial examination and were not familiar with each other. Moreover, his first impression of this wolf boy was that he was extremely dangerous and very vigilant. But for some reason, the person in Tianshu Mausoleum was shrouded in darkness today for some unknown reason. At this moment, he suddenly felt that this wolf boy might be able to understand his confusion, or it was because of the cruelty of the snowstorm or the rumors related to this boy.

"Is living the most important thing?" He looked at Zhexiu and asked seriously.

If a fifteen-year-old boy asked his peers philosophical questions about life and death, he would definitely be laughed at in those academies in Kyoto.

Zhexiu was not an ordinary boy, so he did not laugh at Chen Changsheng. Instead, he remained silent for a long time, and after some very serious thinking, he gave his answer.

"Living is not the most important thing."

It is very difficult to live in the snowy northern Xinjiang. It is even more difficult for a mixed-blood wolf cub who has been expelled from the tribe since he was a child. Zhexiu survives desperately and does countless things to survive. It's a cold-blooded thing, but he doesn't think living is the most important thing.

This answer is somewhat surprising.

Chen Changsheng thought about it seriously and said, "Thank you."

Zhexiu said outside the fence: "You're welcome."

Chen Changsheng asked: "Then what is the most important thing to you?"

Zhexiu said: "Live soberly, or die soberly."

At this moment, there was a creak in front of the thatched cottage, a hole was pushed open in the fence, and a man walked in. The man was unkempt and his clothes were shabby. It was hard to tell how old he was. He could vaguely see his hair hanging down. A pair of bright and clean eyes. The man looked at the two teenagers standing on both sides of the fence and seemed to want to ask something, but in the end he didn't know why.

It was quiet inside and outside the fence, and it was eerily quiet.

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(The two children had no time to fight, so they had to fight for life and death... They worked hard and finally wrote this chapter. Chen Changsheng, this is a psychological problem in adolescence.)