There are faint lights in the distance of Tianshu Mausoleum, and the sound of the waterfall can also be heard, but around the Shinto in the south of the Lingnan, it is very quiet, and there are no lights, but the starlight shines on the cliffs and straight roads here, the shallow canals and stone flats, but those starlights cannot completely expel the night, and the clear water in the canal is as black as ink.

Xun Mei withdrew her gaze from the top of the mausoleum, looked at Shinto, and then gradually moved down to the pavilion, until finally, landing on the armor of the man under the pavilion.

After a while, he walked towards the pavilion, stepping through the clear water in the ditch, as if stirring the ink, but the splash was silver.

What is he going to do? Is he going to break into the Divine Dao? Chen Changsheng, Tang Thirty-six, and Folded Sleeves looked at this scene, and their mood became nervous.

"Senior!" Chen Changsheng said to Xun Mei.

Previously, in the garden outside the thatched hut, by the starlight, he saw a lot of gray hair on Xun Mei's sideburns, and in addition to sympathy, he also had a lot of worries.

Xun Mei stopped and turned to look at the three teenagers standing outside the stone flat.

Different from what Chen Changsheng and the three imagined, Xun Mei's expression was very calm, there was nothing to be ashamed, and she didn't look like a poor person who had lost her soul, and asked with a smile: "Young man, what's the matter?"

Chen Changsheng glanced at the pavilion and found that the legendary god general seemed to be still asleep, and after a little hesitation, he asked, "What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to the tomb. Xun Mei pointed to the Tianshu Mausoleum in the night behind her and said.

He didn't look back, but the direction of his fingers didn't deviate in the slightest, and his tone was ordinary, as if he was saying that he was going home, giving the impression that he had already walked this Shinto path a thousand times.

Whether it was Dengling or Dengling, Chen Changsheng didn't hear it clearly, but no matter which word it was, the meaning was the same, which made him, Tang Thirty-six, and Folding Sleeves even more nervous.

I don't know if it's an illusion or what, Chen Changsheng always felt that after Xun Mei said this, the sea of stars in the night sky seemed to brighten up for a moment, and the starlight that fell on the shallow canal in the south of Tianshuling became a little thicker, and the armor that was covered with dust and looked very worn under the pavilion also lit up because of this! What made him feel even more palpitations was that the mausoleum keeper under the pavilion kept his head down, and the shadow of the armor covered his face, but at the moment when the starlight brightened, there was a gust of wind under the helmet, bringing out a little dust!

Chen Changsheng didn't dare to look over there again, even if it was an afterglow, he looked at Xun Mei and asked, "Why?"

If Xun Mei was able to defeat the mausoleum keepers under the pavilion and ascend directly to the top of the Tianshu Mausoleum through Guò Shinto, then how could he have endured in the Tianshu Mausoleum for thirty-seven years?

Yes, no matter how deep Xun Mei's realm is, how can she pass the level of the pavilion? If that person can be defeated lightly, how can the dust accumulated on the armor for hundreds of years? Even if Xun Mei was once as famous as Wang Po and Xiao Zhang, and has been watching the monument in the Tianshu Mausoleum for thirty-seven years, the realm is even more unfathomable, but it is still difficult to defeat the person under the pavilion.

The thirty-eight gods of the mainland, Han Qing is in the first place, this strong man who has been sitting under the pavilion for hundreds of years, only in the five saints and the people of the eight directions, although the realm of the people in the free list is unfathomable, but whether it is Tianliang Wang Po or Xiao Zhang, he does not dare to say that he is qualified to challenge him.

Listening to Chen Changsheng's words, Xun Mei was quiet for a while, and did not answer this question directly, but said seriously: "Thank you." ”

As he thanked him, his gaze brushed over the faces of the three teenagers.

There are problems with the meridians and the sea of consciousness since birth, and he has to endure the pain of whim all the time, if it is an ordinary person, he is afraid that he has already lost the courage to live, but he does not, this kind of young man's courage is really rare. Chen Changsheng fried green vegetables, cooked rice and steamed salted fish, he longed for this kind of calm state of mind, Tang Thirty-six shouted in such a sacred place as Tianshu Mausoleum, let him see the blood of his youth that he had not seen for a long time.

Xun Mei didn't say anything, but that was the answer to why he wanted to go to the tomb.

The three teenagers he met tonight used courage, will, and youth to wake him up.

Thirty-seven years of viewing the monument of the Tianshu Mausoleum is a dream, and after waking up from the dream, there is always something to do.

"You woke me up, I'm going to see the truth, so I'm going to the tomb. ”

Xun Mei pointed to the Tianshu Mausoleum in the night behind her again, calm and firm.

"If you do wake up...... Shouldn't it be that he went out of the Heavenly Book Tomb to find Wang Po to have a showdown?" Tang Thirty-six asked puzzled.

Xun Mei laughed loudly when she heard this, and the laughter echoed on the stone floor, making the ink-like clear water in the canal tremble slightly.

The laughter faded into a low voice. He looked at the three teenagers and said calmly, "Is my enemy really Wang Po?"

Chen Changsheng and his folded sleeves had a faint understanding, and Tang Thirty-six gradually frowned.

"No, thirty-seven years later, the shadow of my monastic career is no longer him, but it. ”

Xun Mei continued to point to the Tianshu Mausoleum in the night behind her, and said with a smile.

Chen Changsheng and the others were slightly stunned when they heard this, and then fell silent. Countless years ago, the Book of Heaven turned into a flowing fire, fell on this continent, opened the wisdom of the people, until it taught human beings to practice, there is no doubt that this Heavenly Book Mausoleum has an irreplaceable role and status for human beings, but for countless cultivators, this Heavenly Book Tomb is also their biggest enemy in a sense.

The incomprehensible words or pictures on those stone tablets were the mountains they had to climb over, and they were the opponents they had to overcome, but the Heavenly Book Tomb did not look very dangerous, but in fact it would reach the sky, and it was extremely difficult to climb with manpower alone, and even crushed the courage and spirit of countless cultivators.

Xun Mei woke up, saw the truth, and finally understood who her opponent was.

So he didn't choose to leave the Tianshu Tomb to find Wang Po, but chose to come to the Divine Dao.

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In the woods outside the Tianshu Mausoleum, it was very quiet, there was no sound, the conversation in front of the Lingnan Shinto, logically speaking, could not be transmitted here at all, but the two people in the woods understood Xun Mei's intentions, Mao Qiuyu's sleeves trembled slightly, very moved, the man under the locust tree raised his eyebrows slightly, like an inverted figure, his eyes were extremely bright, and he wanted to grab people's hearts.

Tianshu Lingnan, the three teenagers also understood Xun Mei's intentions, but they were still difficult to accept for a while - they had just woken up from a thirty-seven-year-long dream, returned to the real world, knew who their opponent was, and then challenged it, this is naturally a very courageous act, but if they fail, they will enter a longer black dream, which is too tragic.

Chen Changsheng and Xun Mei met for the first time today, they didn't say a few words, logically speaking, there shouldn't be any feelings, but I don't know why, he always felt that this person gave him a feeling of closeness, he was very sympathetic to this person, he wanted to do something for him, he didn't want him to die just after waking up, and said: "Please be careful." ”

Xun Mei smiled, said no more, turned around and walked towards the pavilion, treading water all the way, the water splashed and the old clothes became wet.

About a hundred feet in front of the gazebo, he stopped.

The stone flat in the south of the Tianshu Tomb is black, but a large area of the ground in front of the pavilion is white, which is the same color as Shinto, and it is like one.

The black stone floor, the white Shinto, this is the dividing line, or the dividing line between life and death.

The face of the man under the gazebo was shrouded in the shadow of the armor, and it was impossible to see it clearly.

Suddenly, dust flew out of the shadow of the helmet, and in the starlight, it looked like tiny fireflies.

A voice came from the shadows under the helmet.

The voice was very low, very deep, the water in the shallow canal jumped uneasily, like joy and fear, and the cliffs in the south of the Tianshu Tomb were echoed everywhere.

It was as if the man had been asleep for hundreds of years and had only woken up at this point.

So Tianshuling also woke up.

The faintly visible lights in the north of the Tianshu Mausoleum shook slightly with the sound that resounded through the mountain cliff, and then some sharp sounds of breaking the sky sounded, sneering.

The night breeze was slight, the clothes were windy, and Gou Hanshi came to Shiping as soon as possible, and then Liang Banhu, Guan Feibai and Qijian also rushed over.

"What's going on?" Guan Feibai took a step forward, looked at the scene and asked in surprise.

Tang Thirty-six said sarcastically: "I can't understand this, someone wants to break into the Divine Dao." ”

"Who is it that dares to break into the way of God?"

Ming Hanshi guessed that under the pavilion should be the legendary mausoleum keeper, the first god of the continent, Khan Qing, so who is the middle-aged man who confronted him at this time?

"Xun Mei. Chen Changsheng said.

"Treading snow Xunmei?" Gou Hanshi raised his eyebrows slightly, looking a little surprised.

Qijian was surprised and said, "Xun Mei is still alive?" Could it be that the rumors are true, he has been hiding in the Heavenly Book Mausoleum to watch the monument?"

Folding his sleeves beside him, he said expressionlessly: "The same thing, we have already said." ”

Only then did Shichima realize that it was him, and a look of resentment suddenly appeared on his little face, and he grasped the hilt of the sword.

Folded sleeves didn't look at him, just looked at Shinto before.

"Why are the four of you from the Mountain Sword Sect here? There was such a big movement just now, didn't those guys hear it?" Tang Thirty-six asked with some puzzlement.

Gou Hanshi said: "Those people are watching the monument and are reluctant to leave. ”

Chen Changsheng was a little incomprehensible when he was still looking at those stone tablets so late at night, thinking that the temptation of the Book of Heaven was really so great? Thinking about a person with such talent as Xun Mei, who had also been trapped by those stone tablets for a full thirty-seven years, when he looked at the Heavenly Book Mausoleum in the night, he suddenly felt a little gloomy.

"Whoever crosses the line, die. A voice came from the gazebo

This sound came from the shadow of the worn armor, very bland, but with a sense of vicissitudes, as if the ancient city wall, on the surface it looked densely covered with moss, mottled, and even the surface had begun to peel off, but in fact it was still extremely strong, and no matter how powerful the attack was, it could not damage it in the slightest.

Xun Mei stood in front of the invisible line, looked at the pavilion and said, "I don't want to retreat, I can't keep standing like this, so I always have to try to see if I can cross this line." ”

Decades ago, Wang Po said the same thing, but in the end, he stood here all night and didn't take a step forward. ”

The worn armor covered the whole body of the legendary god general under the gazebo, and his voice could only be heard through the guò armor, which seemed a little low, and had a strange smell, like a sharp blade, more like sticking out his tongue and licking the blade, and the slightly sweet smell of iron and blood was mixed together.

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