Returning to the courtyard, he prepared a meal. After eating his fill and preparing several lunchboxes, Yu Ren once more walked towards the Mausoleum of Books.
When he reached the straight path at the foot of the Mausoleum of Books, he suddenly changed his mind and turned to the right.
The sky was fine and there were many people in the mausoleum. He had just met them, so if he met them again, he would feel that it was a little too close. Moreover, did meeting them again mean that they were acquaintances? Or acquaintances that he was not familiar with? Then would nodding his head in greeting be considered lacking in etiquette?
These problems were very troublesome and Yu Ren was not very skilled in dealing with them, so he decided to take another path to the Mausoleum of Books.
He did not know that for the vast majority of cultivators in the world, there was only one path to enter the Mausoleum of Books.
In the dense forest, he had tried many times, but he had never succeeded. Because his legs were inconvenient, he had even fallen a few times. His body was covered in grass and pine needles, making him look very wretched.
He felt rather helpless, thinking, why can't I find another path?
Then, he saw a path in the mountain. This path was made of white stone, and in the sunlight, it seemed like jade.
This path was very straight, and it led directly to the highest point of the Mausoleum of Books.
Yu Ren happily walked up this path, but when he got close, he found it rather strange, because there was not a single person on this path.
This path was the straightest and shortest path to the Mausoleum of Books, so why was no one walking it?
Could it be that the monolith viewers wanted to sharpen their willpower, so they deliberately did not take this shortcut?
When he thought of this possibility and then thought of the joy he had felt when he saw this straight path, Yu Ren felt rather ashamed.
But he glanced at his own legs and thought, in the end, I'm different from ordinary people, so taking a shortcut is not too shameful?
With a hint of shame, he used the crutch to walk up the mountain path.
With his legs, crossing those clear and shallow canals was truly inconvenient. Just by walking to the bottom of the path, he felt rather tired. Fortunately, there was a pavilion there that he could rest for a while.
Walking to the pavilion, he looked at the bronze statue covered in dust and rust. He thought to himself, if my junior brother saw this, how sad would he be?
This was referring to Chen Changsheng's obsession with cleanliness.
Yuren glanced at the straight mountain path and thought to himself, climbing it will definitely take a lot of energy, so I might as well rest here and save up my strength. As a result, he sat down next to the bronze statue.
But he still felt a little uncomfortable. Growing up with Chen Chang Sheng, the two of them influenced each other and both had a slight obsession with cleanliness.
After some thought, he took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and walked to the side of the pool. He bent down with some difficulty and wet the handkerchief. Then, he walked back to the bronze statue and began to carefully wipe it.
He had just polished the statue's left shoulder when he suddenly heard a voice coming from the statue's armor.
The voice was very low and not loud. It could not travel far, but in his ears, it was like thunder.
"I just need to wipe the helmet a bit."
The autumn wind stirred the clear water in the shallow canal and brought up the dust in the armor. It was quiet under the pavilion.
Yuren stared at the bronze statue in a daze for a very long time, thinking in shock, it's actually alive!
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When Chen Changsheng first entered the capital, he had no understanding of the common sense of this world. Yuren had grown up with him, so he was naturally not much better off.
He did not know that the straight mountain path was the Divine Path, that no one besides the Tianhai Divine Empress and the Pope could step upon it.
He also did not know that the statue of the general under the pavilion was not a real statue, but a real general, the number one Divine General of the continent who had guarded the mausoleum for more than six hundred years, Han Qing.
But at least now, he knew that this person was alive, and from the dust and rust on the armor, this person had probably been sitting here for a very long time.
Sitting here for so long, wasn't it boring? Although Yuren did not like interacting with people and was not skilled at doing so, if he asked himself honestly, if he did not see a person for many years, he would still find it boring. There was also a very important problem. If this person sat here the entire time, how could he eat?
Thinking of the problem of eating, he subconsciously took out a lunchbox and placed it in front of the armor. He gestured and asked, "Are you hungry?"
No voice came from the armor.
Yuren thought it over, then made a few more complicated gestures, meaning, 'How about I cook a bowl of noodle soup for you?'
A voice came from the armor. "Just leave it here. In addition, you cannot walk this Divine Path."
Yuren placed the lunchbox on the ground and bowed. After glancing somewhat reluctantly at the Divine Path, he leaned on his cane and walked back.
Not long after he left, the autumn sun once more descended upon the shallow canal and the pavilion, stirring up the dust in the chinks of the armor.
Two serene and time-worn eyes lit up in the depths of the helmet.
Han Qing opened his eyes.
And then, he closed his eyes.
A lunchbox quietly lay on the ground in front of him.
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Following the path he had come, Yuren returned to an unknown Heavenly Tome Monolith and continued to view the monoliths.
Perhaps it was because this Heavenly Tome Monolith was too profound and difficult to understand, or perhaps it was because he was pondering some matters, but this time, he stood in front of the monolith for a very long time.
Even in the dead of night, he was still here.
He was somewhat hungry. At this moment, a drizzle suddenly began to fall from the night sky.
He moved into the monolith hut, took out the remaining lunchbox, placed it on the top of the Heavenly Tome Monolith, and began to eat.
The night rain was not heavy, but the sound was rather annoying.
Yuren put away the lunchbox and leaned against the Heavenly Tome Monolith, gazing out of the hut.
This place was already high up in the Mausoleum of Books. His gaze pierced through the gauze-like rain and he could see the lights of the capital.
Perhaps because it was too late, the lights in many houses had already been extinguished, making the capital seem rather gloomy.
Yuren once more began to worry about Chen Changsheng.
He believed that his master could assuredly resolve his junior brother's problem, but what about his junior brother's illness?
Suddenly, he sensed something. Gazing at a certain place in the night sky, he slightly creased his brow. He did not understand what sort of feeling this was.
There were no stars in that place in the night sky. It was a high platform.
The Dew Platform.
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There was someone on the Dew Platform.
The Tianhai Divine Empress held her hands behind her back and stood at the edge of the high platform, calmly gazing at the night sky.
Tonight, many clouds had suddenly drifted over the capital, making it seem like an even deeper night, so it was naturally impossible to see the stars.
But how could the darkness and clouds obscure her eyes?
It was just like how the light emitted by the Night Pearls and the drizzle falling from the sky could not touch her body.
A solemn expression appeared on her beautiful face, because she could clearly sense that the Heavenly Dao had changed.
Was this fate?
Her Fated Star was high up in the sky, faintly gloomy.
Perhaps it was because her other Fated Star was in the capital.
That was the bane of her fate.
What should she do?
Wave her sleeve to obscure the light of that star?
But what use would that be?
If she really did this, then it would be very difficult for her to truly defeat the Heavenly Dao in the future.
But if she did not do this, could she defeat the Heavenly Dao now?
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Chen Changsheng knew that he did not have much time.
This time, he truly did not have much time.
In order to kill Zhou Tong, he had paid a great price. Blood was currently flowing through his organs, his meridians were already in tatters, and the layer of Sacred Light Xu Yourong had enveloped his body was already growing thinner and fainter. At any moment, he could send out the most fatal temptation to all life in this world, and at that moment, he might die.
How much time did he have left? One day or two? One song or one cup of tea?
Without the slightest hesitation, he took the Yellow Paper Umbrella from under his bed and jumped out of the window.
Tang Thirty-Six, Zhexiu, and the others did not sleep. Some were standing guard outside the room, some were standing guard on the tree, but they could not stop him from leaving again. Even if Zhexiu sensed his departure from the great banyan tree, he would probably grant him his final freedom, because the youths of the wolf tribe had grown up in the savage and bloody snowy plains. They knew that death should be peaceful.
The drizzle fell on the Yellow Paper Umbrella, but it did not make a pitter patter. It was so gentle that it seemed to moisten him.
Holding the umbrella, he walked into the forest on the side of the lake and then turned back. In a short while, he arrived at the perimeter wall.
In the depths of the forest was a gate that led straight to the Imperial Palace.
On this wall was a gate that Luoluo's subordinates had opened.
But he did not use either gate, because he could not be sure that the people of the Imperial Palace or his martial uncle the Pope would not send people to stand guard behind these gates.
He glanced at the old wall covered in moss and lightly brushed past it.
After this year's spring winds and autumn rains, the Hundred Herb Garden that he and Tang Thirty-Six had once ransacked was now once more exuberant with life. Many precious herbs and spirit fruits quietly watched him from the gardens and on the branches, waiting for him to pluck them. But he did not look sideways as he walked deeper into the garden.
The last place he wanted to go was the Imperial Palace.
He wanted to confirm that Xu Yourong was safe.
He wanted to see the Tianhai Divine Empress. He wanted to ask her a few things. He wanted to ask her if those things were all true, if she was his mother, and then … and then that was enough.
In his bosom was still the letter that Su Li had left behind, on his wrist were still the five Heavenly Tome Monoliths that had transformed into stone pearls, and he still had the Garden of Zhou.
But he was not prepared to do anything in the Imperial Palace. It was truly enough. What scheme, what overall situation, what righteousness, what war between the humans and demons? To a person who was about to die, what did it matter? And who would have the heart to ask him to do anything at this time?
He only needed to know a few things and then quietly depart.
No one could decide how they came to this world, but when they left, everyone hoped that they could be clear-headed.
Many people had said this before, and he had also said it, so he had to do it.
But he could not enter the Imperial Palace.
Because in the forest deep within the Hundred Herb Garden, he saw a scene that he had seen before.
There was a stone table in the forest, and on the stone table was a teapot cast from iron. Next to the teapot were two teacups. Based on the color of the tea in the teacups, tonight was probably brewing white tea.
The person drinking tea was still that middle-aged woman.
Seeing her calm expression, Chen Changsheng was somewhat surprised.
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