"Men are all perverts. It's said that Little Principal Chen doesn't lust after women, but now it looks like it's fake. Once he sees the Holy Maiden's beauty, doesn't he immediately regret it?"
The people who said this were all women.
"Who can still have a heart of steel after seeing the Holy Maiden's face? Plus, Little Principal Chen and the Holy Maiden were already engaged, how can he control himself? "
The people who expressed their understanding towards Chen Chang Sheng but still had a teasing tone in their words were all men.
"Why do you think the principal was so stupid back then and wanted to break off the engagement?"
"Who said the principal broke off the engagement? Wasn't it just a rumor without any proof? "
"Li Palace sent out the news a long time ago. The Hall of Subjugation didn't even see the shadow of the marriage contract."
"So what if he broke off the engagement?"
"I'm just curious about what happened back then."
"It's a very long story. Two years ago, in the spring, the principal came to the capital from Xi Ning Village and knocked on the door of the Divine General of the East's Estate …"
"Tsk tsk, to be humiliated and suppressed like this by the Divine General's Estate, even I can't stand it, let alone the principal."
"The principal worked hard to get to where he is now because he was provoked too much back then. Now that he has power, of course he wants to slap the Divine General's Estate in the face. That's why I say, don't bully the young for being poor. As long as we work hard and cultivate, we can also be so high-spirited in the future."
"But … according to those rumors, could it be that the Dean is regretting it now? Isn't that slapping himself in the face? "
"That's what you said."
The above conversation happened among the students of the Tradition Academy.
Increasing one's cultivation level would bring many benefits, but it would also bring many unexpected troubles. For example, your five senses would become much sharper. Even if a woman covered her mouth and said no, even if a man on the street laughed and joked with him, or even if a student from your own academy whispered to each other, it would all be clearly heard.
Chen Chang Sheng sat in the carriage and looked at the snowflakes outside the window. He looked very calm, but his slightly clenched fists showed that he was actually a little embarrassed.
Tang Thirty Six sent the dancer back and now sat across from Chen Chang Sheng. Looking at Chen Chang Sheng's expression, Tang Thirty Six sneered.
Chen Chang Sheng seemed to be focused on the snow, but in reality, he cared a lot about the reactions around him. Ever since that rumor spread, he became a little sensitive.
"What are you laughing at?"
"Laughing at your stupidity."
The carriage once again became quiet, an awkward silence. Tang Thirty Six looked at him and said with extreme disdain, "Back then in the Plum Garden Inn, I said that you and Xu You Rong were people that made people speechless. Now it seems that you two are also examples of people who seek death."
Every time they talked about this matter, Tang Thirty Six would casually say something to make Chen Chang Sheng speechless.
He had nothing to say to this, so he could only change the subject. Very seriously, he asked for guidance, "Back then, I once asked Luoluo to help me investigate that elf girl in the Garden of Zhou. Now that I know it's a misunderstanding, I want to write to her and tell her, but I also feel that it's not very appropriate. What do you think?"
Tang Thirty Six looked at him disdainfully and said, "What do you think? If you don't think this is inappropriate, then you really are a pig. "
"Then what should we do?"
"I'll write a letter to Princess Luoluo, and then you can mention it in your letter."
Tang Thirty-Six gave his own idea.
Chen Chang Sheng thought about the whispers he had heard outside the estate and still felt somewhat depressed. He asked, "Why doesn't she agree to me going to the Divine General's estate to propose?"
"Propose?" Tang Thirty Six looked at him and asked, "And then what?"
Chen Chang Sheng said very naturally, "I go and propose, and then she agrees. Won't those rumors end then?"
Tang Thirty Six asked, "Why do you think she will agree to marry you?"
Chen Chang Sheng was stunned. Do I even need to think about it?
"If you go to the Divine General of the East's estate to propose, will Xu Shi Ji agree? Or are you hoping that Xu You Rong will insist? " Tang Thirty Six looked at him and said angrily, "Back then, it was you who cried and yelled to break off the engagement, and now you want her to cry and yell to marry you? Don't you think about how humiliating she will be if you do that? "
Chen Chang Sheng really had never thought about this problem, but now that he thought about it, he realized that it really was very reasonable.
"Then … what should I do?"
"Endure, endure, endure, until she feels that it's enough and begins to sympathize with you."
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Because of the matter brought about by the confluence of the north and south, and also because of the rumors circulating around the capital, it became harder and harder for Chen Chang Sheng to see Xu You Rong.
Just when he was gazing at the sky full of snowflakes, somewhat muddleheadedly wondering when these days would end, he received an unsigned letter.
This letter was not Su Li's, but Xu You Rong's. Standing on the other side of the lake, under the newly built academy wall, he finished reading this letter. The corners of his lips perked up, revealing a smile that came from the bottom of his heart. He then went to the library, and under the slightly surprised gazes of the students, he swiftly wrote a letter.
This letter was not a reply, but a letter to the Pope.
In the letter, he said that in order to prepare for next year's Boiling Stone Summit, he wanted to stabilize his cultivation and solidify his foundation for Star Condensation. He wanted to once more enter the Mausoleum of Books to view the monoliths and comprehend the Dao.
On the same night, he received the Pope's reply. In the letter, the Pope expressed his praise and gratification for his eagerness to study, and gave him his blessings for once more entering the Mausoleum of Books to view the monoliths and comprehend the Dao. Then at the end of the letter, he said that in the future, if he wanted to enter the Mausoleum of Books, he only needed to record it in the Li Palace. There was no need to specially write a letter to him.
Only when he saw these words on the letter did Chen Chang Sheng truly experience some sort of change.
The Mausoleum of Books was not a place that could be entered just because one wanted to. Countless cultivators of the continent, in order to obtain the right to enter the Mausoleum of Books, either fought bloody battles against the demons in the north to accumulate military merit, or strove to advance in the Grand Examination, striving to enter the top three. But in the end, only a small number of people succeeded.
But to the current him, the Mausoleum of Books was a place that he could enter whenever he wanted.
He was no longer that young Daoist from Xining Village.
He was the Principal of the Orthodox Academy, the Pope's martial nephew, the future Pope.
He was still very young, but he was already an important figure.
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The heavy stone door slowly opened, causing the ground to tremble.
As he gazed at the mausoleum before him that was still green in the depths of winter, Chen Chang Sheng very naturally recalled the shock he felt when he first arrived here one year ago.
The priests and cavalry that guarded the Mausoleum of Books looked at the youth standing in front of the cardinals and guessed at his identity. They couldn't help but feel rather complicated.
Chen Chang Sheng walked into the Mausoleum of Books. This time, he was not a tourist, nor was he a monolith viewer. It was more like he had come to inspect.
This sort of feeling was made incomparably real by the respectful attitudes of the cardinals at his side.
He refused the residence that the Li Palace had arranged for him and went straight to the grass hut that Xun Mei had left behind.
It had been a very long time since anyone had lived in the grass hut. There was some dust on the sides of the pot, and the cured meat hanging from the beam had not been finished. The fence in the courtyard, however, was much sturdier than it had been when he was here. He didn't know if it had been Tang Thirty-Six or Guan Feibai who had repaired it.
When he thought of the time when he had cooked here, watched the sun, and viewed the monoliths, he began to miss it. Tang Thirty-Six and Zhexiu could be seen every day in the Orthodox Academy, but Gou Hanshi and the others had not been seen for a year. He didn't know how they were doing in Mount Li.
A voice came from outside the fence. Perhaps it was because the wintersweet in the forest was in full bloom, but it brought with it a clear and cold fragrance.
"This is Senior Xun Mei's residence?"
Chen Chang Sheng awoke from his memories and turned around to look. He saw Xu Yourong standing outside the fence.
In the forest outside the fence, the plum blossoms were in full bloom. She stood there, bathed in the morning light. She was as beautiful as a flower.
Chen Chang Sheng could now enter the Mausoleum of Books as he pleased. She was the Holy Maiden, so she could naturally as well.
He said, "Yes, we lived here for a very long time."
Xu Yourong did not walk into the fence. She looked at the somewhat dilapidated grass hut under the morning light and calmly said, "Sometimes when I think about it, I'm really curious. Back then, you and the seniors of the Mount Li Sword Sect were like fire and water, yet you had to stay under the same roof. Didn't you fight every night?"
Chen Chang Sheng said, "Gou Hanshi was a modest gentleman."
Xu Yourong said, "But senior didn't have such a good temper."
Chen Chang Sheng thought about the first night, when Tang Thirty Six and Guan Fei Bai almost fought over a clean bed and laughed.
"The Grand Examination will start the day after tomorrow. Right now, the Mausoleum of Books is still very quiet."
He looked at Xu Yourong and said, "This is really a good idea."
The rumors in the capital were boiling. Although they were basically making fun of Chen Chang Sheng, for Xu Yourong, it was also a kind of trouble.
It was difficult for the two to meet, and it was even more difficult for them to talk quietly. Her writing a letter to invite him to the Mausoleum of Books was indeed an excellent idea.
Of course, to use the Mausoleum of Books, where the xiuzhe of the world struggled and worked so hard to enter, as a place for a date, was really a bit exaggerated.
Only he and she could do it.
Xu Yourong saw that he understood her meaning and even said it out so directly. She felt a little embarrassed, but not angry.
Because when Chen Chang Sheng said these words, his eyes were very clean and his expression was very sincere.
He had passion, but under the calmness, his eyes were bright, but not burning.
If Qiu Shan Jun was said to be a sun, giving people warmth and heat, and being open and just to the extreme.
Chen Chang Sheng was a cool breeze.
Everyone liked the sun.
But she liked to casually walk around in the cool breeze.
In the middle of winter, the capital was already ten thousand li like silver, but the Mausoleum of Books was still lush and green.
Walking in the forest between the mausoleum, all that brushed against one's face was the spring wind, extremely refreshing and pleasant.
Chen Chang Sheng and Xu Yourong walked along the mountain path towards the Reflecting Monolith hut.
A middle-aged man appeared in the middle of the mountain path, blocking their path.
That person's eyes were deep and serene. His cultivation was obviously very high. When he looked at Chen Chang Sheng, his eyes were filled with endless coldness. If one looked closely, they could even see a bit of hatred.
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(Afterwards, I left for my hometown and drove back to the northeast. It might take half a month … … these two days, I've been desperately saving chapters, but I'm still not sure. Updating will slow down. Yes, of course, everyone knows that I'm a nervous person. If there is a second update every day, I will report it to everyone. If there isn't, then it will be the first update, just like before. Thank you.)
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