"Back then, why did you charge over?"
"Because I was afraid that you would be injured by a flower pot."
"Even if you were deep in the palace, once you were discovered, you would cause a great deal of trouble?"
"I didn't have time to think."
"Even if you were in a hurry to attend the Ivy Festival in Weiyang Palace and take out the marriage contract to destroy the Qiushan clan's marriage proposal?"
"I didn't think that much."
"Three squirrels."
"What?"
The peak of the Mausoleum of Books was shrouded in torrential rain.
The conversation between Chen Changsheng and the Tianhai Divine Empress was not drowned out by the rain.
He did not understand what she meant by those words. Three squirrels?
The Tianhai Divine Empress gazed at the squirrel gradually disappearing into the rain in silence for a very long time.
The first time she saw Chen Changsheng, there was a squirrel.
Just now, in the Orthodox Academy, there was a squirrel.
At this time, there was also a squirrel.
When she saw the first squirrel, he was in a very troublesome situation, yet he disregarded everything and rushed over to save her.
When she saw the second squirrel, he was in a very dangerous situation, yet he only wanted to beg her to spare Liu Qing and those Li Palace priests, completely abandoning his so-called stubbornness and pride.
When she saw the third squirrel, he was in a desperate situation. He was about to be killed by her, but because of what she said, he thanked her sincerely.
Just what sort of young man was this?
An extremely complex expression appeared on the Tianhai Divine Empress's face. There was some ridicule, some disdain, some anger, some loathing, but ultimately, all of it transformed into apathy.
"Such soft-heartedness, rather similar to that father of yours. How did I give birth to such a useless son like you?"
After saying this, a chill flashed across her beautiful face, then swiftly transformed into an unimaginable fiendish intent.
Without any words, without any warning, without even glancing at him, she raised her right hand and struck at the top of his head.
Her right hand left behind a streak of lightning in the pitch-black night, descending like a mountain.
Countless cries of alarm rose from the capital in the darkness, each with different emotions, but all equally shocked.
No one had expected her to strike just like this.
Boom!
A clap of thunder seemed to explode from the peak of the Mausoleum of Books.
Countless bolts of lightning flashed and then descended upon the Mausoleum of Books.
The torrential rain poured down and the darkness was as black as ink. Occasionally, it would be torn apart and illuminated by the occasional bolt of lightning, revealing an indeterminate scene.
The Tianhai Divine Empress stood against the storm.
Her right hand landed on Chen Chang Sheng's head.
A powerful and terrifying power and a sacred and profound aura appeared between heaven and earth at almost the same time.
This power came from the Tianhai Divine Empress's body.
This Qi came from the Mausoleum of Books beneath her, even from the entire world.
This was the most supreme power and aura between heaven and earth. It triggered countless irregular phenomena, and lightning rumbled amidst the violent winds and torrential rain.
That power and that presence met in her body and then entered Chen Chang Sheng's body through her right hand.
The storm was coming.
In an instant, the seventy broken meridians in Chen Chang Sheng's body were crushed to pieces, three hundred and sixty-five Qi openings were broken, and the wounds on the surface of his internal organs went deep down, causing blood to violently surge within his body.
The remnant starlight in the corners of the broken meridians and the depths of the Qi openings was also unable to escape this storm and was forced out.
Countless powder-like starlight fragments came to the surface of his skin from the depths of his body, exuding a pitiful yet indifferent radiance through his soaked Daoist robe.
No matter how fierce the storm was, it could not wash away the starlight.
No matter how fiercely the storm raged, it could not drown out his cries of pain.
After a moment, his mind and will were crushed to pieces by this storm. Unable to endure any longer, he cried out in pain!
His cries pierced through the storm, spreading throughout the entire Mausoleum of Books and then to even further places.
His cries were filled with endless pain, hoarse and lacerating, like the final cry of a cub for help, giving off a feeling of incomparable despair.
Everyone who heard his cries could sense his current mood and situation. Whether they were friend or foe, they all felt the urge to cry.
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Yuren had been in the Mausoleum of Books this entire time.
He was viewing the monoliths.
When those important figures and supreme experts were separated by several dozen li, or even several thousand li, no one in the capital could hear them, so he naturally did not hear them.
A drizzle fell from the night sky. Leaning on his walking stick, he took two steps into the monolith hut. Borrowing the eaves of the hut to shelter from the rain, he continued to view the lines on the monolith.
The storm gradually intensified and the darkness deepened. He continued to walk into the monolith hut. Unable to see, he used his hands to feel the lines on the monolith.
No matter how fierce the storm was, it could not affect his state of mind as he viewed the monoliths.
Occasionally, lightning would illuminate the surface of the monolith, but it could not awaken him from his mental world.
Only when that pained cry spread throughout the entire Mausoleum of Books, into this monolith hut, did it fall into his ears.
Yuren felt like he had been struck by lightning, his face abnormally pale.
Because he could hear that this was his junior brother's cry.
He could also hear from this cry that his junior brother was in great pain and despair.
He turned to look at the place where the cry had come from.
He was already very high up in the Mausoleum of Books. That place was even higher, and it was very likely to be the peak of the Mausoleum of Books.
He didn't think about anything else and limped towards that direction.
That walking stick that had accompanied him for twenty years quietly lay in that monolith hut, waiting for his return.
The higher one went into the Mausoleum of Books, the steeper the terrain became and the more difficult it was to climb. Moreover, there were shrubs everywhere, and the torrential rain had made the mountain rocks incomparably slippery. The mountains were covered in mud, making it even more difficult.
And this wasn't even considering the fact that he had always been a person with inconvenient legs.
How could he care about all this? He used his hands to claw at the cracks in the rocks and his legs to push against the muddy ground and tree roots, doing his utmost to climb to the peak.
He only had one hand, and his leg was somewhat deformed.
His hand very quickly broke, and some of his fingernails were torn off.
His leg also very quickly broke.
The path he climbed was covered in blood, but it was quickly washed away by the torrential rain.
He should have been in great pain, but he could not feel it.
His actions were very dangerous, but he did not realize it.
Because his junior brother's cry was still echoing through the mausoleum. He only knew that his junior brother was in great pain, in great danger.
Suddenly, Yuren stopped.
The storm suddenly stopped, and no more lightning fell from the sky.
The cry had also vanished.
The entire Mausoleum of Books, the entire world, was completely silent. It was so quiet that it was deathly still.
The mausoleum seemed to have become a true mausoleum.
His heart was filled with fear, and he felt very cold.
He gazed at the peak of the Mausoleum of Books and gave two painful cries.
He could not speak, and even his cries were somewhat strange. Ahhhhh, just like a child.
Just like a worried and wronged child.
Then he wiped away the muddy water or tears on his face and continued to climb to the peak.
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… …
Chen Changsheng quietly lay on the ground, his entire body drenched, his eyes tightly closed, not moving an inch.
The fragments of stars that had drifted out of his body could not be washed away by the torrential rain, but now they were gradually dispersed by the night wind, returning to nothingness.
The rain stopped and the clouds scattered. A watery starlight fell on the peak.
The Tianhai Divine Empress held her hands behind her, silently gazing at the multitude of stars in the night sky.
She stood in front of him, blocking out the starlight, also blocking out the fate behind the multitude of stars.
"In the future, don't do those strange things again."
The Tianhai Divine Empress's voice was somewhat exhausted. This was an extremely rare sight.
Only she and Chen Changsheng remained on the peak.
Chen Changsheng was already dead.
Who was she speaking to?
Chen Changsheng opened his eyes, waking up.
His face was pale and incredibly weak, and he incessantly coughed out rainwater.
He gazed at her back in silence for a very long time. Finally, he said, "Thank you."
The Tianhai Divine Empress did not turn her head. "You're welcome."
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(Thank you, you're welcome. This is something that will be featured in the book Choosing Heaven's Chronicles, starting from Xun Mei, to the present, and to the future. There are two versions of the last two sentences. I discussed it with my author friends for a very long time. Guo Nu preferred the other version, and then after half an hour of intense debate, it was rejected.
As for the name of this chapter, I once wanted to call it Three Squirrels, but later on I discovered that it was too unserious, and no one would pay me advertising fees, so I named it: Calling from the Center of the World … everyone knows the last word. Using that song by student Zhang Jie to describe it … this is love ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Hey hey, this is love ~ ~ ~ ~ Hey hey. See you tomorrow.)
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