The fence was pushed down, and the night wind could enter and exit more easily. The temperature around the thatched house became lower. Compared with the stars that sprinkled into the courtyard, the oil lamp in the house seemed particularly dim. Chen Changsheng walked into the yard and looked at the middle-aged man on the stone, wanting to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

Xun Mei was an amazingly talented man back then. Now she has been watching the stele in the Tianshu Mausoleum for more than 30 years. Her cultivation level has increased to a certain extent. Naturally, she knew that these young men came behind her and said, "It's not that I don't dare, and I don't have any embarrassment. But I know that I'm not as good as him now, so what's the point of going out?"

Zhexiu was expelled from the tribe since childhood and survived and grew up in battle. Although he knew that the middle-aged man had a very high level of strength, he still could not accept this attitude. He said in a deep voice: "How can you know that he is not as good as the other party if you have never fought? Is it meaningful to trap yourself in the Heavenly Book Mausoleum?"

Xun Mei's voice became a little lonely: "I have been in the Tianshu Mausoleum for thirty-seven years. I have not communicated with the outside world. I have given up my favorite calligraphy and painting when I was a boy. I only want to fill my stomach when I was a teenager. I only want to keep warm when I sleep. I spend all my time watching the inscriptions and enlightening the Tao, practicing and meditating, but I still can't catch up with him. I also want to know what the meaning of living is."

"Do you know Wang Po's current level?" Tang Sanshiliu was a little surprised and said, "I thought I didn't know the years in the mountains, so you would ask us."

"After the dynasty exam every year, new people will come to Tianshuling. Every once in a while, the senior brother will send someone to see me. I don't care much about other things and don't care who will be the emperor, but I really want to know Wang Po's current situation, so I know his current situation and the current situation every year."

Xun Mei stood up, looked at the night outside the Tianshu Mausoleum and the faintly visible Kyoto lights, and said, "The year I entered the Tianshu Mausoleum, he was the top of the Qingyun List. Then I knew he had entered the Golden List and ranked second. Later, he entered the Xiaoyao List and ranked first in front of Xiao Zhang again. I think he should be very happy at that moment."

King Tianliang Po, Painting Jia Xiao Zhang, was a celebrity who was one era earlier than Chen Changsheng and others. As for the current position of Qiushanjun, he seemed to be a real strong man on the mainland today. Xun Mei should have had a great reputation like them, but because she never went out to watch the stele in the Heavenly Book Tomb, she gradually was forgotten by the mainland. At least people like Chen Changsheng don’t know.

"If you hadn't stayed in the Heavenly Book Mausoleum all the time, your name would definitely be on the Xiaoyao list, and you would most likely be in the top five." Tang Sanshiliu looked at him and said

Xun Mei turned around and looked at the three teenagers and said, "The top five... are indeed very glorious, but they are not the first one after all, and they will be behind him, right?"

Tang Sanshiliu was a little unable to understand this mentality and said, "Can you continue to stay in the Heavenly Book Mausoleum and be forgotten by the world so that you can calm down?"

"The Heavenly Book Tomb is possible, and it is the only possibility for me to surpass Wang Po."

The coldness between Xun Mei's eyebrows became stronger and stronger, but it was not scary, but it seemed more and more firm: "As long as I stay in the Heavenly Book Mausoleum and continue to observe the monument and realize the truth, one day, I can successfully walk to the top of the Heavenly Book Mausoleum and fully understand the true meaning of the Heavenly Book Mausoleum. By that day, how can Wang Po be my opponent?"

The courtyard was quiet, and some little animal crawled out of the fallen fence and made rustling sounds, as if she was objecting to this passage.

"Senior, how many monuments have you seen in the past thirty-seven years?" Chen Changsheng suddenly asked.

Listening to this question, Xun Mei frowned slightly, lowered her head and thought about it seriously, and then said, "In the first year, I spent three months to understand the seventeen monuments. That summer, it rained a lot, and then the speed dropped. By winter, I saw five or six more?"

Thirty-seven years in the Tianshu Mausoleum, this period of time was so long that he had forgotten a lot of the earliest details of the time, and needed to recall them very seriously to remember them. He carefully recalled the snow and rain and said, "The second year seemed to have seen four monuments, and the third year was three? I can't remember them clearly."

He shook his head, looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "I really can't remember the total."

"But it is obvious that you are viewing the stele is getting slower and slower," Chen Changsheng said after hesitating for a moment: "Forgive me for being rude. Maybe you can't remember how many steles you have seen in the past thirty-seven years, but you should be able to remember how many years have you not been able to read another stele."

Xun Mei's body shook slightly, her face turned pale, and her old clothes covered in oil trembled slightly in the night wind.

"It took only three months to read the inscriptions on the seventeen stone tablets. This kind of talent and understanding is really admirable and amazing. I believe that if the stone hut had not been destroyed by His Majesty Taizong, we should have seen your name on it, but..."

Tang Sanshiliu shook his head and said, "Since you can only reach this point with your talent and understanding, why do you still have to continue to suffer here? I remember very clearly that Wang Po only looked at Tianshu Mausoleum for a year, then left after reading thirty-one stone tablets."

Xun Mei's eyes suddenly lit up, as if she was anxious to express herself, and she kept saying: "Although I can't remember how many stone tablets I have understood in total, I am very sure that there must be more than thirty-one stone tablets I have seen than he has seen."

“So what?”

Tang Sanshiliu was once a student of Tiandaoyuan. Looking at the middle-aged man in Luotuo, he subconsciously wanted to help the other party. He couldn't help but feel sad when he heard this, and sighed: "With Wang Po's talent and understanding, if he continues to stay in the Tianshu Mausoleum for a few more years, he will definitely be able to read a few more stone tablets, but why did he leave firmly? It was because he knew where his limit was and continued to stay here. Even if he could see a few more stone tablets, it was no proportional to the years spent in the Tianshu Mausoleum. It was a waste."

Xun Mei was a little angry when she heard this, but she found that she didn't know how to refute it. She was stunned for a moment, and the courtyard in front of the thatched hut became extremely quiet again.

"You mean... I've been wasting my life all these years in the Heavenly Book Mausoleum?"

He shook his head, and said with a trembling voice: "Not his talent and understanding are far better than me. Apart from the Heavenly Book Tomb, what else can help me surpass him? Yes, he is still above me now, but if I can't surpass him outside the Heavenly Book Tomb, what hope can I have if I leave the Heavenly Book Tomb?"

"The stone tablets in the Heavenly Book Mausoleum can help us practice, but there are many things outside the Heavenly Book Mausoleum that can help us practice, otherwise why did Wang Po become so powerful?"

Xue Xiu, who hadn't spoken much, suddenly spoke.

Xun Mei frowned and said, "What can be more helpful to us in practicing outside the Heavenly Book Mausoleum than those stone tablets with supreme meaning?"

“There are many.”

Zhexiu said indifferently: "Fighting, wind and rain, heaven and earth itself, poverty, hardship and cold, and most importantly, there is life and death outside the Heavenly Book Mausoleum."

Xun Mei opened her mouth slightly and couldn't speak for a long time.

Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng felt a lot of emotion. Although Chessie was just a teenager, his strength was far worse than Xun Mei, but at this time he spoke to Xun Mei like a teacher educating a child. The wolf cub who grew up in the snow field had a more real and accurate understanding of the world than the monks who had been in the Tianshu Mausoleum for thirty-seven years.

"But... it's thirty-seven years..."

Xun Mei turned around and looked at the Tianshu Tomb in the night, with a little confused expression and said to herself: "There are many stone tablets on it. I don't know how to read them. I really want to know. If I can climb to the top of the tomb, understand those tablets, and master the true meaning of the way of heaven, I will definitely be better than Wang Po. How can I be willing to leave like this?"

After saying this, he smiled bitterly and shook his head and walked out of the courtyard.

The stars fell in the courtyard and also on his hair. I wonder if it was a problem with the light. Chen Changsheng always felt that he had seen a few white hairs. For a moment, the night wind seemed to have cooled a little bit again.

"Where is he going?"

Looking at Xun Mei's somewhat desolate back and slightly staggering steps, Chen Changsheng was a little worried if he was too mentally stimulated.

Tang Sanshiliu said with some mercy: "It should be that he went to Tianshuling to read the stele... For thirty-seven years, maybe he has lived like this every night."

The stars are very bright, and it is difficult to write, but it is OK to watch the stele. There are also lights in the Heavenly Book Mausoleum. I think many people who view the stele are also watching it at night.

"He didn't go to see the monument."

The expression on Zhexiu's face suddenly changed a little. Looking at Xun Mei who was about to disappear in the night forest, he said, "The road to viewing the monument is in Lingbei, and he is heading south."

Tang Sanshiliu was stunned and said, "Are you so angry that you took the wrong path?"

Chen Changsheng regretted it a little and said, "The senior is in the tomb, or it is a little unclear, but the situation is different. The correct reason may not make sense to him. And we are juniors after all, so are the words we said before too much?"

"Wrong is wrong, wasting life is wasting life, it has nothing to do with seniors and juniors." Zhexiu said expressionlessly.

"Well... I want to go and see, hoping nothing will happen."

Chen Changsheng walked out of the fence, and Tang Sanshiliu followed him, and looked at the fence lying on the ground for a while, and left the thatched hut.

This thatched hut is southwest of Tianshu Mausoleum. After walking south by the forest, you can hear the roar of dozens of waterfalls in Lingnan.

In the night, Xun Mei can be vaguely seen. Three young men walked along, passing through the water foam like spring rain, and came to the stone plaza full of shallow canals.

The stars fell on the stone plating, and the clear water in the canal swayed gently, and the picture was very beautiful.
Chapter completed!