The power of the folded sleeve meridian was very powerful, like a flood breaking through the stone pile blocking the river, roaring down and erupting. Chen Changsheng could imagine what kind of damage and pain this power would bring to the folded sleeves. The expression on his folded sleeve face did not change, indicating that he had endured this pain all the year round, and even numb, but his vision still became dim, indicating that even if he was accustomed to it, there was still no way to completely ignore this pain, which seemed really terrible.

Chen Changsheng was silent for a moment, and once again put his fingers on the veins of the folded sleeves, and this time he slowly passed a true yuan into it - he was a little unsure of his own judgment, the question of whether the meridians of the folded sleeves were so strict, because he couldn't imagine how a person could have endured such pain and lived for so many years.

The grass hut was very quiet in the night, the oil lamp was not lit, he observed the face of the folded sleeves intently, and could only see the eyes full of stubbornness and stoicism, he waited earnestly, did not let go of any momentary change in pulse, but when the moment came, he was still caught off guard.

With a soft snap, Chen Changsheng's fingers were shaken into the air again.

This time, under the dual perception of True Yuan and Divine Consciousness, he had a more accurate understanding of the abnormal movements in the meridians of the folding sleeves, and vaguely had some pictures in his mind, and his mood became more and more heavy, and the two eyebrows unconsciously wrinkled tightly, what was the problem with that vibration like a raging tide?

He withdrew his right hand and looked at the folded sleeve, not knowing what to say.

The face of the folded sleeves was still the same as usual, but when he was closer, he could see that there were faint water stains in his hair, reflecting the starlight outside the grass hut, shining a little bit. The early spring is slightly cold, and the young man with such a strong will, even if the Tianshu Tomb collapses in front of him, his face will not change, but at this time, he has shed so much sweat, you can imagine how unbearable the pain is.

Folding his sleeves at this time, he spoke, looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "I didn't expect that your true yuan would be so weak. ”

Chen Changsheng didn't expect that at this time, the thing he was most concerned about was not his illness, but this kind of thing.

"Yes, too weak. ”

A voice sounded from the table, coming from Chen Changsheng and the man who folded his sleeves and was about to forget about jì.

The man pinned his dirty hair behind his ears, turned his gaze from Chen Changsheng's folded sleeves, and said, "On a whim, you are not dead yet?"

Chen Changsheng was silent, he knew that the four words that had been recorded in the Dao Zang were the problem of folding his sleeves.

The expression of folding sleeves has not changed, and four years ago, when the old man Tianji saw a doctor for him, he also said the same.

"I'm not going to die. He looked at the middle-aged man and said.

The young man's slow voice was unusually hard, like a stone rubbing against a stone, and like a sword cutting through a bone, very sure.

The man shook his head, ignored it, got up from the table, walked to the edge of the bed, and collapsed directly.

Chen Changsheng wanted to tell him about the nightstay, but he didn't expect that the next moment, he heard snoring on the bed, and naturally he couldn't speak again.

The thunderous sound of his nose resounded through the grass house, he didn't understand, what did the man do during the day, he would be tired like this, and motioned to fold his sleeves and go out of the house with him, and came to the small courtyard surrounded by the evacuation fence, and looked at the folded sleeves by the starlight, and stopped talking.

"Tianji Pavilion can't cure me, but you can cure me. ”

Folded his sleeves and looked at him and said slowly, his tone was not rude, but the content of what he said was actually quite unreasonable.

Chen Changsheng wanted to say something, but he was blocked back by this sentence, so he had to be silent, looked at the Tianshu Mausoleum like a black mountain in the distance, and sighed softly: "Fate, it's really unfair." ”

"Fate has given me a great gift of bloodline, with unbearable pain and a bleak prospect, and it seems fair to me," he said. ”

Chen Changsheng said: "But you can't make a choice, you can't want a strong bloodline, and at the same time, you don't want this kind of pain, so I still think it's unfair." ”

Folded sleeves were silent for a while, and said, "Yes, there is never fairness. ”

Probably because of a very similar situation and sympathy for the same disease, Chen Changsheng's perception of folding sleeves has changed a lot, knowing that this wolf boy hides a lot of pain and unwillingness under his seemingly indifferent appearance, and he doesn't want his state of mind to continue to be cold like this, and said: "But there can be relative fairness, for example, when we enter the Heavenly Book Mausoleum and look at the monument, it depends on us what we can realize." ”

"Tianshuling is the most unfair thing. ”

He folded his sleeves and looked at the Tianshu Mausoleum under the starlight, and said expressionlessly: "Why can human beings decide the rules for entering the Tianshu Mausoleum? Why can't the demon clan read the Heavenly Book?"

Chen Changsheng didn't expect that he, who didn't know how many demons he had killed, would cry out for the demons, and he couldn't help but be stunned.

"I'm not complaining about the demons, I'm just reasoning. He folded his sleeves and said: "These stone tablets in the Tianshu Tomb are actually no different from a piece of deer leg that has been gnawed in the snow field, they are all meat, everyone wants to eat this piece of meat, they are greedy, but only the powerful are qualified to distribute this piece of meat." ”

Chen Changsheng asked, "So you want to be stronger." ”

He folded his sleeves and said, "No, I want to be stronger, I don't want to divide meat, I just want to eat meat." ”

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and was about to say something, when a shout suddenly sounded in the night in the distance.

"Where are you? Chen Changsheng!

Listening to that voice, Chen Changsheng couldn't help but sigh, and even the expression of folding his sleeves changed a little-at the Great Dynasty Test, the owner of this voice left too deep an impression on him.

"I'm here, thirty-six, I'm right here. Chen Changsheng shouted at Yelin.

Tianshu Mausoleum is a holy place, very sacred and solemn, people walking in it often subconsciously will be quiet, the cemetery is very quiet on weekdays, but tonight it is filled with the shouts of two teenagers, Chen Changsheng only woke up after shouting, and couldn't help but feel ashamed.

With the sound of clothes rubbing against grass branches, Tang Thirty-six came over, knocked down the old fence six or seven feet wide, came to Chen Changsheng, patted him on the shoulder, and said with palpitations: "I'm really worried that the problem in your brain hasn't been solved yet, and you went directly out of the Tianshu Mausoleum, but fortunately it didn't." ”

Chen Changsheng was a little helpless, and said, "Can you not shout so loudly?" Yuge replied to each other, that is the swordsmanship of the Lishan Sword Sect. ”

Tang Thirty-six said confidently: "In such a big place, the imperial court has not set up a sound transmission array, and those stele servants are not subordinates, so it is not easy to call, except for shouting, how can you find someone?"

This is very reasonable, Chen Changsheng was speechless.

At this moment, he folded his sleeves and said expressionlessly: "After everyone enters the Heavenly Book Mausoleum, they will only think about seizing the time to view the monument and enlighten the Tao, who will not forget to call friends like you?"

"Oh, it's you?"

Tang Thirty-six noticed the folding of his sleeves, and after being slightly stunned, he stepped forward enthusiastically, raised his arm and asked, "You are finally here, come to ask for debts?"

Folded Sleeves was uncomfortable with this gesture of closeness, and took a step back, avoiding his hand.

Tang Thirty-six's hand was naturally retracted, and he patted Chen Changsheng's shoulder again, and said, "If you can solve it, solve it quickly." ”

Chen Changsheng rubbed his shoulders, thinking that if he hadn't inexplicably and perfectly washed the marrow at the bottom of the Black Dragon Pool, he would really be shot bad today, and said, "I'll try, but I don't have confidence." ”

At that moment, the man came out of the hut, and his tired face was covered with a mess.

Chen Changsheng saluted and asked, "Senior, don't you want to rest for a while?"

The man looked at Tang Thirty-six and said, "It's too noisy." ”

"I'm sorry, my friend came and he was a little happy. Chen Changsheng said apologetically, and introduced to Tang Thirty-six: "This senior is the owner of this thatched hut, I think that since I have to stay in the Tianshu Tomb for a month, I can't sleep in the open, that would be bad for my health, so I want to spend the night......"

He said to himself, only then did he notice that Tang Thirty-six didn't listen to him at all, but looked at the man in a daze.

The man tied his messy hair to the back and showed his face, this was also the first time Chen Changsheng and his folded sleeves saw his true face, only to see that this person had a handsome face, and there was a chill between his eyebrows and eyes, but it did not make people feel cold, but gave people a clean feeling, although it was obviously not very clean.

Tang Thirty-six looked at the man's face, his expression was slightly different, and he looked a little confused, then he remembered something, his eyes suddenly brightened, and he said in astonishment: "You...... You are...... You're Xunmei!"

The man was slightly stunned, looked at Tang Thirty-six and was silent for a long time, and said lightly: "Yes, I am Xun Mei, I didn't expect anyone to remember me." ”

Listening to the word Xun Mei, he folded his sleeves and raised his eyebrows slightly, obviously remembering the origin of this person, only Chen Changsheng still didn't know.

"Treading the snow Xunmei...... How could it be that no one remembered the seniors?" Tang Thirty-six looked at the middle-aged man named Xun Mei and exclaimed: "It is rumored that the predecessors have been observing the monument and enlightening in the Heavenly Book Mausoleum since the Great Dynasty Examination that year, but I didn't expect it to be true. ”

Xun Mei looked at the faintly visible points of light in the Tianshu Mausoleum, and said with a slight surprise: "It turns out that this year's imperial test has ended, no wonder there are so many more people today." ”

"Yes, senior, today is the first day of this year's Great Dynasty Examination to enter the Heavenly Book Tomb. ”

Tang Thirty-six thought of something, pulled Chen Changsheng in front of him, and said proudly: "He is my friend Chen Changsheng, just like his predecessors back then, he won the first place in the Great Dynasty Examination. ”

"Oh, which academy are you from?" asked Xun Mei.

Tang Thirty-six said: "National Education Academy." ”

Xun Mei nodded and said: "It's normal for talents to come out under the banyan tree." ”

Chen Changsheng was slightly stunned when he heard this, thinking that ordinary people would always be a little surprised when they heard the revival of the National Education Academy, how could this senior ...... In the blink of an eye, he suddenly realized that this senior didn't know about the catastrophe of the National Education Academy more than ten years ago, didn't he say that this person had been in the Heavenly Book Mausoleum for at least ten years and had never gone out?

Tang Thirty-six said to him: "Senior Xun Mei was the first on the list of the Great Dynasty Examination thirty-seven years ago. ”

Chen Changsheng was very surprised, thinking to himself, didn't this mean that this senior had stayed in the Heavenly Book Tomb for thirty-seven years?