Gradually, people walked out of the Mausoleum of Books. Most of them were the top three students who participated in the Spring Imperial Examination. Those people obviously knew Chen Chang Sheng. They were surprised when they saw him and then they all bowed to him. That night, under the starlight, countless people broke through to the next level and the Mausoleum of Books bloomed with fireworks. No matter how they felt about Chen Chang Sheng, they all had to thank him.
Chen Chang Sheng bowed back and then looked at the Mausoleum of Books again.
After a long time, Tang Thirty Six finally came out. His hair was disheveled, and his body stank. His expensive clothes were full of stains, and he was carrying a quilt and a fur coat whose original color could no longer be seen on his shoulders. He didn't look like the elegant young master who was doted on by thousands of girls. He looked like a beggar who had just stolen some useless belongings from a dilapidated mansion.
But the biggest change was not these, but his eyes.
His eyes were very bright.
Before, his eyes were also very bright, but it was a clear brightness. Now, his eyes were bright. In addition to being clear, there was also a sharpness to them. Even his dirty hair couldn't hide it.
"I almost didn't recognize you." Chen Chang Sheng looked at him and said.
"More handsome?" Tang Thirty Six's eyebrows raised slightly. He was indescribably frivolous.
Chen Chang Sheng thought, "You are easier to recognize like this." He shook his head and said, "Dirty."
As he said this, he very naturally and imperceptibly took a step back and stood further away from Tang Thirty Six.
Tang Thirty Six threw the quilt and fur coat on his shoulder to Xuan Yuan Po and hugged him with a big smile.
Xuan Yuan Po looked at the stinky quilt and fur coat in his hand helplessly.
There was no helplessness on Chen Chang Sheng's face because he used his hand to cover his face to avoid smelling or touching anything dirty.
Tang Thirty Six let go of him and asked proudly, "What changes do you see in me?"
Chen Chang Sheng seriously looked at him from head to toe and asked, "The Wen Shui family cut off your money. Now you want to learn to be independent?"
Tang Thirty Six said, "What are you talking about?"
Chen Chang Sheng pointed at the quilt in Xuan Yuan Po's arms and said, "If it was the old Tang Tang, why would he take out the quilt that Mister Xun used for decades?"
"What do you know? This is a souvenir."
Chen Chang Sheng thought to himself, what is this commemoration for?
"To commemorate the time we spent viewing the monoliths and comprehending the Dao in the Mausoleum of Books."
Tang Thirty-Six turned around to look at the green mausoleum and said ruefully, "How can people like you, who covet the treasures of the Garden of Zhou, who have not completed the time you spent viewing the monoliths, be worthy of saying such words?"
Chen Changsheng did not know how to respond, so he said, "It seems like your days in the Mausoleum of Books were pretty good."
Tang Thirty-Six said, "Not bad. A few days ago, I barely managed to enter the upper level of Ethereal Opening."
When he said the words "upper level of Ethereal Opening," his expression was deliberately calm and his tone did not fluctuate, but both Chen Chang Sheng and Xuan Yuan Po could hear his pride and arrogance.
Chen Chang Sheng remembered that when he left the Mausoleum of Books, Tang Thirty-Six had just entered Ethereal Opening. Now, in just a few months, he had broken through two thresholds and reached the upper level of Ethereal Opening. He indeed had the right to be proud, but he thought that according to this guy's personality, he would definitely not play it down to the end. As expected, in the next moment, Tang Thirty-Six broke through. He turned around and looked at Chen Chang Sheng excitedly and said, "F * ck, you don't even know that right now, I can teach Guan Fei Bai how to behave!"
Breaking through in cultivation was an extremely difficult matter. To be able to break through three levels in such a short amount of time was even more unimaginable. Tang Thirty-Six's excitement was understandable, but Chen Chang Sheng found it hard to be excited. Looking at Chen Chang Sheng's calm face, Tang Thirty-Six finally remembered that the reason why he and himself had such good fortune in the Mausoleum of Books could not be separated from the starlight that Chen Chang Sheng attracted that night. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed and said, "Of course, I have to thank you for this matter, but in the end, it's still because my talent is high enough."
Chen Chang Sheng gave a relatively objective conclusion, "It's mainly because after you entered the Tradition Academy, you didn't slack off anymore."
This was also what the wise elder from the Pavilion of Divine Ordinance had said in the Proclamation of Azure Clouds.
Tang Thirty-Six had nothing to say, so he could only say, "Are you not going to congratulate me?"
"Congratulations." Chen Chang Sheng said without any sincerity. He then looked towards the Mausoleum of Books and asked in confusion, "Where are Gou Han Shi and the others? Why haven't they come out yet? "
Liang Xiaoxiao and Qi Jian left the Mausoleum of Books ahead of time and entered the Garden of Zhou. Among the Mountain Li disciples, Gou Han Shi, Liang Ban Hu, and Guan Fei Bai were the same as Tang Thirty-Six. They stayed in the Mausoleum of Books to continue viewing the monoliths. Although the Orthodoxy did not require the monolith viewers to leave the Mausoleum of Books, Chen Chang Sheng thought that since so many people had finished viewing the monoliths, they should also come out. But after looking for a long time, he did not see the figures of those three people.
Tang Thirty-Six said, "Originally, we agreed to leave the Mausoleum of Books together, but I don't know what urgent matter happened in Mountain Li, so they left last night ahead of time."
Chen Chang Sheng thought to himself, so it was like this.
Seeing his expression, Tang Thirty-Six asked in surprise, "You know what happened in Mountain Li?"
Chen Chang Sheng grunted. Of course he knew that something big happened in Mountain Li.
If it wasn't something really big, no one would disturb the monolith viewers in the Mausoleum of Books. Tang Thirty-Six was a little surprised and asked, "What happened?"
Chen Chang Sheng signaled Xuan Yuan Po to throw the stinky bedding and fur on the carriage and said to Tang Thirty-Six, "Let's go back and talk."
Tang Thirty-Six suddenly remembered something. He put his hand into the bedding and took out a letter and a notebook. He gave it to Chen Chang Sheng and said, "Gou Han Shi told me to give this to you."
Chen Chang Sheng recognized that it was the notebook left behind by Xun Mei. It helped him avoid many detours in the process of viewing the monoliths and also helped the youths who lived under the same roof.
The letter was left behind by Gou Han Shi. The content was very normal. It said that he left the capital early and could not meet again. He used the pen to greet him. The future was long and they would definitely meet again.
Tang Thirty-Six looked at the letter and said mockingly, "It seems that the friends of Mountain Li are still not convinced."
Chen Chang Sheng said, "Why can't you think of people in a positive light? Gou Han Shi did not mean what you said."
Tang Thirty-Six suddenly said, "I heard … you are now the principal of the Tradition Academy?"
Chen Chang Sheng hesitated for a while and said, "It seems … yes."
The rumor was confirmed. Tang Thirty-Six was silent for a while. Then he looked at Chen Chang Sheng and said sincerely, "Your status is already different. You can't be as naive and childish as before."
As he spoke, he reached out and patted Chen Chang Sheng's shoulder.
Chen Chang Sheng looked at the dirty hand on his shoulder. His lips couldn't help but twitch, but he did not argue with him.
It was said that in the vast ocean and the mountains of sorcery, a grain of rice and a pearl. Su Li had lost to him on this matter, so winning against this fellow was nothing to boast about.
Returning to Hundred Flowers Lane, the carriage stopped. Tang Thirty-Six looked at the Li Palace clergyman who bowed to Chen Chang Sheng and felt a little uncomfortable. He jumped off the carriage and entered the small store at the entrance of the lane.
Xuan Yuan Po sat in the carriage and brought his ragged belongings back to the Tradition Academy.
Chen Chang Sheng followed Tang Thirty-Six and saw him buy two fried dough sticks and a bowl of soy milk. He ate them all the way to the lane.
It was clearly the simplest and most common food, but Tang Thirty-Six ate it happily. He shook his head and was very happy.
"Is it really that good?" Chen Chang Sheng was truly very curious.
Tang Thirty-Six said, "You don't know, in the Mausoleum of Books, other things are fine, but the food is too terrible, especially after you and Qi Jian left … * * *, does that idiot Guan Fei Bai know how to cook? I'm actually beginning to miss the food Xuan Yuan Po made. I even feel that the food in the Tradition Academy is even better than the banquet in Clear Lake Restaurant. How miserable do you think it is? "
Chen Chang Sheng thought it truly was miserable, and then he thought of the cold and ruthless Guan Fei Bai cutting bacon and stir-frying green peppers in that small courtyard. He couldn't help but shake his head, finding it hard to imagine.
Tang Thirty-Six pressed half of the dough stick in his hand into the slightly yellow soy milk and asked, "Do you want a bite?"
Chen Chang Sheng looked at his finger that had stuck into the soy milk and thought of the dirt he had seen under his fingernails. He hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No."
Tang Thirty-Six was very disdainful. "* * *, do you understand life?"
Chen Chang Sheng helplessly said, "Although I know you've been stifled for a few years playing the role of a noble young master, and now you're showing your true temperament, but … can't you use less profanity? It's rather grating on the ears."
Tang Thirty-Six readily accepted the advice. He raised the bowl of soy milk as a sacrifice to the heavens, and said to the sun that was gradually being covered by the clouds, "Sun."
As they joked and cursed, the two entered Hundred Flowers Lane. They saw Zhou Ziheng standing there, holding a paper umbrella.
Suddenly, the sun in the sky was completely obscured by the dark clouds. Rain began to drift down, falling on that paper umbrella that seemed like it could not withstand the wind.
This scene was very wonderful, and there was a vague mystery that was difficult to describe with words.
Zhou Ziheng seemed to have anticipated the descent of the rain. This represented some sort of realm, indicating that he had already begun to peer into the Dao of the Heavens and Earth.
But seeing this scene, Chen Chang Sheng first thought, "Why didn't you hold an umbrella when it was raining two days ago?" Then, he remembered the letter of challenge – this person represented the Temple Seminary to challenge the Tradition Academy.
Tang Thirty-Six was even more unfazed by this scene. He didn't know who this thin and tall man was. He was a little angry because the sun suddenly disappeared, but he thought of Chen Chang Sheng's words, so he didn't say anything. He only said, "Please make way."
After saying this, he walked forward.
Zhou Ziheng didn't make way, he didn't even look at him.
In his eyes, there was no stinky, ragged young man.
He looked at Chen Chang Sheng and said, "Have you thought about it?"
Chen Chang Sheng said, "I've thought about it, I'll give you a reply."
Zhou Ziheng smiled and said, "Are you going to keep thinking about it?"
This smile was very hateful, with a hint of sarcasm and mockery.
Tang Thirty-Six was stunned. He couldn't imagine that in the current Zhou Dynasty, there was still someone who dared to speak to him and Chen Chang Sheng with this kind of attitude in front of the Tradition Academy.
"Who is this person?" He asked Chen Chang Sheng.
Chen Chang Sheng replied, "Zhou Ziheng."
Tang Thirty-Six had never heard of this name before. He asked, "Zhou Ziheng, who is that?"
Zhou Ziheng was slightly angered. He felt that Chen Chang Sheng and this beggar-like fellow were intentionally using this conversation to humiliate him.
Tang Thirty-Six turned around and asked Zhou Ziheng, "I say, just who are you?"
Zhou Ziheng expressionlessly replied, "Zhou Ziheng of the Hall of Subjugation."
Tang Thirty-Six looked at him and asked, "You're very famous?"
Zhou Ziheng didn't know how to answer this question.
"Inexplicable."
Tang Thirty-Six looked at him like he was looking at an idiot, then turned around and said to Chen Chang Sheng, "You have to understand your current identity and status. There's no need to pay attention to a person you've never even heard of. Can he even reach?"
Saying this, he carried the soy milk and youtiao and walked past Zhou Ziheng, walking into the alley.
Zhou Ziheng lowered his head and took a deep breath.
Tang Thirty-Six stopped.
The rain suddenly became disorderly, and then began to fall back down like willow leaves.
Zhou Ziheng appeared in front of Tang Thirty-Six, blocking his path.
All was quiet in Hundred Flowers Lane.
Tang Thirty-Six looked at him and very calmly said four words.
"Idiot, get out of the way."
At this moment, Tang Thirty-Six was covered in filth, reeking, and his clothes were in tatters. He really did look like a beggar, but his aura was that of a prince.
Because he had never been a beggar, but the richest prince in the world.
He was richer than the Princess of Ping, Luoluo, and Nanke, these true princesses added together.
So when he said these four words, his arrogance had reached an unimaginable level.
Was it unimaginable to be so domineering? Yes, because this was not arrogance, but confidence.
Without a thousand years of accumulation, it was impossible to nurture such confidence.
Zhou Ziheng squinted at Tang Thirty-Six, his killing intent rising.
Yet in the end, he did not attack.
Because Chen Chang Sheng was looking at him.
Many of the Li Palace priests were also looking at him.
What made him most wary and puzzled was that the Imperial Guard that should have stood on his side had suddenly given rise to an undisguised and berserk killing intent.
He was very clear that if he really attacked, then in the next moment, that killing intent would tear him into pieces.
He didn't understand why, and his hands began to tremble.
Tang Thirty-Six walked past him again, with a bowl of soy milk in his left hand and a fried dough stick in his right hand. He still didn't look at him.
The curtain of rain slowly fell and fell on the paper umbrella silently.
From the depth of Hundred Flowers Lane came Tian Hai Ya Er's cursing.
Listening to those filthy words, Tang Thirty-Six's face became a bit ugly.
Walking to the gate of the Tradition Academy, he saw Tian Hai Ya Er sitting on the wheelchair and cursing at the gate.
"Chen Chang Sheng, you ….."
"If you can, then come and hit me!"
Tang Thirty-Six walked behind Tian Hai Ya Er and didn't stop him. He listened carefully.
Many priests, Imperial Guard, and citizens of the capital who heard the news all saw this scene.
The rain was like smoke in the Hundred Flowers Lane.
Chen Chang Sheng asked, "What are you doing?"
Tang Thirty-Six said, "Recalling my life."
Tian Hai Ya Er heard the sound, turned around, and his expression changed slightly.
Chen Chang Sheng didn't understand, "What life?"
"I'm seriously recalling my life." Tang Thirty-Six sighed, "….. Motherf * cker, I've never heard such a cheap request."
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(I said I like him. He is my good friend.)
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