If there is no, it cannot be changed naturally.

Without things like fate, there will naturally be no such thing as destiny.

Chen Changsheng looked at the last passage in his notes and was silent for a long time. His mood was hard to say. He was a little relieved, but more confused. Wang Zhice's words were like a thunder that exploded in his sea of ​​consciousness. Unfortunately, it was not a spring thunder, which could not bring the spring rain that nourished the earth. On the contrary, it was more like a bell that made him wake up from his false hope.

This passage is indeed very powerful, but it has no meaning to him - no, it will not be just this note - With the powerful willpower developed by fighting life and death over the past few years, Chen Changsheng calmed down without long to confirm that this was not the whole of Lingyan Pavilion overnight.

When the Lingyan Pavilion was built, his master Ji Dao Ren was already an important figure in Kyoto. When those heroes were seriously ill and were about to die, they were all the masters who treated them. Then they would definitely know more secrets that allowed him to go through a lot of hardships into Lingyan Pavilion, which was definitely not only to look at these words from Wang Zhice.

He stuffed the notes he had finished reading into the hilt of the sword, looked at the box lid on the bluestone wall, and looked at the inexplicable copper wires and dense copper pillars. He felt more and more that this picture was very similar to the vast sea of ​​stars in the night sky. He did not indulge in this sea, and reached out to pick up the box lid, and stuffed it into the hilt of the sword.

The notes and the lid are not small, and they can't be stuffed into the hilt of the sword no matter how you look at it, but he just stuffed it in, like a big tree being swallowed by quicksand less than a foot in radius, or like a mountain being sucked into another world by a small black hole. Under the soft light of the night pearl, the picture is a bit weird.

After doing these two things, he reached into the bluestone wall and fumbled carefully in the box. Sure enough, after a moment, he found a black stone inside.

The black stone is about half a finger long and slightly slender. You can feel its hardness by looking at it with the naked eye. The touch sent back from his fingertips also proves this.

Chen Changsheng sat under the corner of the wall, held the black stone in front of the night pearl, and observed it carefully - this black stone could be hidden in Lingyan Pavilion by Wang Zhice, and it was definitely not an ordinary thing.

The surface of the black stone is smooth, with a fog-like water color, without any cracks on it, and it is dark all over. It looks like ink, but it is more like the sea in the night without stars. The surface of the black stone is obviously nothing, but after watching it for a long time, it seems that the waves like ink are rising and falling, giving birth to countless kinds of darkness.

Chen Changsheng's eyes fell on the black stone, like a black ocean.

The black ocean is the night sky.

His consciousness came to the night sky.

In the dark night sky, countless stars suddenly lit up.

At this time, he was like the night of the destiny star, entering a state of nothingness and selflessness, allowing his consciousness to float in the night sky and travel freely among the stars. I don’t know how long it took, but he saw a small red star appeared somewhere in the extremely distant night sky.

Chen Changsheng looked at the star calmly and felt very comfortable because it was his life star.

The star was calm, healthy, full of vitality, and was constantly spreading bright and pure light into the night sky, not like it was about to be extinguished.

He suddenly realized something.

Even if I really die in five years, the star will still be lit.

This fact made him feel a little comforted, but then he felt more sad and sad.

There are countless stars in the space around this red star.

He looked at the stars and found that the stars hanging in the night sky were also looking at himself calmly and coldly, or rather, at the little red star that belonged to him.

He suddenly became uneasy and felt a strong sense of fear. Just like in Lingyan Pavilion, when he looked at those portraits, he always felt that the people in the portraits were looking at him.

Those people are dead, but they seem to be alive.

These stars are speechless, but they seem to be telling something.

His consciousness didn't know that his body was still sitting in Lingyan Pavilion at this time, leaning against the bluestone wall, extremely stiff, like a statue.

The black stone was pinched by his two fingers, and suddenly it became extremely bright and produced infinite light and heat. The light could not penetrate the doors and windows of Lingyan Pavilion, and only his body could sense the heat.

Chen Changsheng in Lingyan Pavilion began to sweat constantly, and the sweat evaporated again in an instant, and eventually turned into a ball of white mist, surrounding him.

An indescribable strange fragrance was also in the white mist, fortunately blocked by the edge of the mist, and no trace of it was heard.

An indescribable wonder aura emerged from the depths of the black stone, followed his fingers, entered his body, passed through his secluded palace, and finally fell into his sea of ​​consciousness.

A loud bang sounded in Chen Changsheng's mind was different from the feeling when he read the last part of Wang Zhice's notes before. This thunder sound was more like a real thunder sound.

There were countless storm waves in his sea of ​​consciousness, as if he wanted to lift the dome.

He leaned against the bluestone wall, his eyes kept trembling, faster and faster, sweat was flowing more and more, and the white mist around him became thicker and thicker, until his face was covered.

In the depths of this white mist, he closed his eyes tightly, his eyes trembling at high speed. After the spring thunder that resounded through the sea of ​​consciousness, countless pictures appeared.

It was a magnificent temple, with light everywhere, and countless priests knelt on the ground, and hundreds of statues on both sides of the temple seemed to appear humble in the light.

Deep in the tide light, an old man wearing a divine robe and a crown of divine clothes held a divine staff tightly in his hand, and spoke a prayer loudly towards the stars above the church hall. In front of the divine throne, a slightly fat middle-aged man kneeled. As the sacrifice ceremony progressed, the projection of the starlight fell on him, and at the same time, an extremely majestic breath returned from his body to the starry sky.

In the deepest part of the starry sky, changes are so subtle that some stars have become a little darker, but only moths stretch out their wings to block the sun, and some stars have deviated slightly from their positions, but only Luoshui has increased a distance from their hair. Even the observatory with the oldest history in the world, it is difficult to observe such changes, even the Tianji Pavilion cannot.

In that night sky, the stars moved slightly, dark or faint, and countless subtle changes merged into one place. The invisible force structure was also changing. In the middle, there was a lilac star gradually becoming thicker, thicker and more gorgeous, purple to the extreme, and then suddenly burst out with great light.

The Ziwei Emperor Star appeared like this, and on earth, the soldiers of Tianliang County went out of Qishan in the east, conquered seventeen cities in a row, lifted the siege of Luoyang, seized the tomb of Kyoto, and Emperor Taizu officially ascended the throne.

If after the New Year, there would be a fierce fighting sound in Kyoto's Hundred Grass Garden, the quiet night was broken, the night sky was torn, the stars that had changed their position and brightness gradually dimmed, blood flowed into a river, brothers slaughtered each other, Emperor Taizu had so many outstanding sons, and only one person survived in the end.

A few years later, a card game ended, and he was flirting with several beautiful maids. Emperor Taizu came to the shed full of vines, looked at the stars in the night sky, and showed a painful smile on his face.

The purple star in the night sky is still dazzling, but it no longer belongs to him, but his son, the King of Qi, who is known for his kindness and filial piety, is the current Emperor Taizong of Heaven.

The galaxy continued to change, and the twenty-four constellations occupying the land of Nakano shone in turn, as if they wanted to release all the energy accumulated over the ages in just a few decades.

The light of the twenty-four constellations is so dazzling that no one noticed that the Ziwei Emperor Star, surrounded by these constellations, had quietly changed its posture. It only moved a little bit on the ground, but in fact it had already moved northward and penetrated into the dark night sky.

The demon army returned to the north with a crushing defeat, and the human world was peaceful. A Lingyan Pavilion was built in Kyoto. A thin painter lay on the ground and kept painting. His face looked a little crazy.

The Empress, whom Emperor Taizong loved and respected the most, died of illness. The Empress's brother, the Duke of Zhao, who ranked first in the portraits of the heroes of Lingyan Pavilion, was sentenced to death. However, in history books, the cause of his death was the same as that of his sister, because of the most common disease in Luoxichuan. Immediately afterwards, the Duke of Zheng, who dared to scold Emperor Taizong, died of illness. Qin Chong and Yugong, who were the most loyal to His Majesty Taizong, died of illness for some reason, but they died peacefully, and they could even be said to be very happy without any complaints.

The Great Zhou Dynasty was in its prosperous era, but the famous ministers and gods were gradually withering.

One late autumn, after attending a colleague's funeral, Wang Zhice silently walked into the palace, came to Lingyan Pavilion, looked at the portraits on the wall, and finally walked to his own portrait. He quietly looked at himself in the portrait, as if he was attending his funeral in advance, and said with a smile, the words "There is four words" in the sound and appearance.

He hid a box in the bluestone wall next to the portrait, and turned around and left.

Wang Zhice in the portrait looked at Wang Zhice who walked out of Lingyan Pavilion and smiled without saying a word.

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes and woke up. At this moment, the thick fog that had been surrounding him suddenly subsided, as if it had collapsed, landing on him at a speed that the naked eye could not see clearly, through the courtyard clothes, and through the pores on his skin, entering his body.

The mist was originally his sweat, but when he returned to his body, it turned into water-like things, turning into countless streams, beginning to nourish the dry valleys in the Great Chamber, and then fell to the abyss at the end of the broken mountains, without echoing.

Snow fell over the snowfield that was burnt out in battle with Gou Hanshi again, fluttering and falling. The snowflakes like goose feathers seemed to be slow but very quickly turned the entire wasteland into a vast white area again.

Then there were wind and rain from all directions, from all directions, from horizontal or vertical to the blue sky, or from the ground, rustling and drizzling, heading towards the lake in the sky, the picture was extremely magnificent.
Chapter completed!