Don't do what? Chen Chang Sheng naturally understood. After a moment of silence, he nodded.
This broken monolith had been severed by Zhou Dufu. The Heavenly Tome Monolith that had originally been here had been taken away by him, probably placed in the Garden of Zhou. This also meant that it was extremely likely that the Heavenly Tome Monolith was currently on his and Xu Yourong's bodies. The moment he saw the broken monolith, he felt an intense desire to see the complete Heavenly Tome Monolith.
He wanted to test which of the two beads was the Heavenly Tome Monolith, and then reattach it …
Xu Yourong did not let him do this, because she was keenly aware that the return of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths to the old mausoleum would definitely cause the heavens and earth to change color, and all the experts of the world would sense it.
"There are a total of eleven Heavenly Tome Monoliths in the outside world."
He looked at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books and whispered, "If the front mausoleum is divided by the broken monolith, doesn't that mean that this place is divided into twelve mausoleums?"
The Mausoleum of Books was a very mysterious place.
The peak seemed to be very close, yet so far that it seemed to touch the sky.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong both knew that before Zhou Dufu seized these Heavenly Tome Monoliths, the Mausoleum of Books did not actually have a front mausoleum.
Xu Yourong said, "You can ask someone about these things."
Chen Chang Sheng was slightly surprised and said, "Ask who?"
"I asked Her Ladyship, but she refused to tell me."
Xu Yourong gazed at a certain place below the Mausoleum of Books. "But there are definitely others who know."
Chen Chang Sheng asked, "When do we start?"
Xu Yourong lifted the front of her robe and sat cross-legged in front of the monolith hut. She then extended her hand and invited him to sit on the grass to her right.
Her slender fingers, separated by a distance of several feet, fell on the remnants of the broken monolith. Her brush moved like the wind, turning into words one after another.
She wrote very quickly, but there was absolutely no break between her strokes. It was extremely clear, just like the sword that had broken through the wind and snow on the Bridge of Helplessness.
Even a Saint who had stepped into the Divine Domain would probably only be able to faintly catch a trace or two of the marks left behind by her fingers, unable to see them clearly.
The only one who could see those words clearly was Chen Chang Sheng, who was sitting beside her on the grass.
After she finished writing, it was Chen Chang Sheng's turn. His fingers were extremely steady, each stroke was like a chisel.
The finger pierced through the air, bringing with it the wind. After the wind dispersed, the traces would naturally disappear. As for the broken tablet, it was even more impossible for anything to be left behind.
Chen Chang Sheng and Xu You Rong, on the other hand, were very focused and serious as they looked at the broken monolith.
That was because they had memorized all the words that had just been written.
The handwriting was both words and pictures.
The Halving Saber Art was divided into three parts, one hundred and eight moves.
Back in the Garden of Zhou, when the black nightmare coffin had been opened, they had discovered the world's most famous and most powerful blade style.
The blade technique left behind by Zhou Dufu was extremely mystical. The one hundred and eight blades seemed to be individual blade techniques, but in reality, they were a whole. Only by completely grasping all one hundred and eight blades could one truly understand the true meaning of the Halving Blade Technique.
At that time, Xu Yourong had brought the monster tide to attack. They did not have enough time, so they could only split up and memorize it. Xu Yourong memorized it from the front, memorizing thirty-seven moves, while Chen Changsheng memorized it from the back, memorizing sixty-nine moves. Afterwards, just as their shoulders met and they smiled at each other, the Halving Blade Style on the coffin wall disappeared without a trace!
What did this mean? It meant that only the two of them could make the Halving Blade Style reappear in the world.
After leaving the Garden of Zhou, they had both attempted to copy down these blade styles, but to their shock, they discovered that when Zhou Dufu had carved the blade style on the coffin wall, it actually contained some of the mysteries of the Heavenly Tome Monoliths. With their current level of cultivation, it was simply impossible for them to reproduce those lines in their sea of consciousness on paper.
What did this mean? It meant that only when the two of them were together could they practice the Halving Blade Style.
Back in the Mausoleum of Zhou, Chen Chang Sheng had said, "Let us practice together."
Now it seemed that this sentence was truly an incomparably accurate prophecy.
After a very, very long time, they had finally reunited. They finally had the chance to practice this blade style together.
The broken monolith under the hut had been cut in half by Zhou Dufu using the Halving Blade. Although it had been battered by wind and rain for hundreds or even thousands of years, it still retained some of its blade intent.
In front of the broken monolith, a peerless divine technique like the Halving Blade Style reappeared. Comprehending it and then cultivating it, there was nothing more perfect than this.
They had obviously entered the Mausoleum of Books for proper business.
Time slowly passed. The winter sun slowly moved.
The area in front of the broken monolith hut was quiet.
On the high platform that connected to the sky, under the sky that was divided by the courtyard, in front of the clear canal, several pairs of eyes fell upon this place.
The young man and woman, shoulder to shoulder, quietly sat in the grass.
From anyone's point of view, this was clearly a romance.
Who could have imagined that they were learning the blade, cultivating the Dao.
Of course, learning the blade and cultivating the Dao could also be the method they were using to talk about love.
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The ten Heavenly Tome Monoliths, the secret of the Garden of Zhou, the confrontation between the two factions — there were far too many reasons for Chen Chang Sheng and Xu Yourong to be wary and worried about each other.
Let alone love, in the long river of history, father and son killing each other, husband and wife falling out, had already happened far too many times. Those people were all truly powerful figures, all of them possessing discerning eyes that could see through the mortal world. But in the end, they had still sunk into the quagmire of mutual harm. Why? Because those benefits had already surpassed the limits of the mortal world.
Fortunately, the ten Heavenly Tome Monoliths, the secret of the Garden of Zhou, the peerless divine technique that could only be cultivated together — there were far too many similar or different reasons that made it seem as if they were destined to be inseparable in this life.
Viewing the Heavenly Tome Monoliths, comprehending the Halving Blade, reading the Scroll of Time, thinking about how to break the array left behind by Wang Zhice, time passed very quickly. The appointment in the Mausoleum of Books had ended, and the two of them had gained a deeper understanding of the Heavenly Tome. They had finally turned the Halving Blade into true knowledge. Although they had not completely grasped the Scroll of Time, they had spent a beautiful period of time together.
They left the broken monolith hut, but did not directly leave the mausoleum. Instead, they followed the path at the foot of the mausoleum, heading south to the shallow canal.
The shallow and clear canal passed through the stone plain, forming an extremely complex diagram. Above them, at the foot of the mountain, was an extremely simple mountain path. The mountain path was extremely straight, leading from the foot of the mountain to the highest peak. The stone steps were made of white stone. This was the legendary Divine Path.
Chen Changsheng was not unfamiliar with this scenery and diagram. Back then, on the first day he had entered the mausoleum, he had come here.
On that night, he and his companions had seen Xun Mei wake up from his dream of the mausoleum. He had left the small courtyard and come here. He had stepped over the shallow waters of the canal, crushed the traces of stars in the water, and walked towards the pavilion. He wanted to use this Divine Path to reach the peak of the mausoleum. Then, he had fallen into Chen Changsheng's bosom.
Xun Mei's resolute advance towards the Divine Path had left him, Gou Hanshi, and the others, with a mental impact that was difficult to erase. It was even more important than the notebook he had left behind for them. Looking at the perfectly straight Divine Path between the cliffs and the seemingly incomparably distant peak that seemed to touch the vault of heaven, Chen Changsheng was silent. He thought that there would be a day when he would walk up from here.
If he wanted to walk up the Divine Path, he needed to pass through the pavilion. Under the pavilion was a person. His entire body was covered in heavy and old-fashioned armor. Even his face and hands were covered in rusted metal. He looked like a statue, but he did not give off a deathly stillness. He only gave off an incomparably ancient feeling.
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(When I first came up with the name of the chapter, I almost wrote that word. Tsk tsk, luckily I realized it quickly.)
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