Way of Choices

The power from the folded sleeve meridian is very powerful, like a flood breaking through the rock piles blocking the river, whistling down and spraying out thinly. Chen Changsheng can imagine what kind of injury and pain this sleeve will bring to the folded sleeve. There was no change in the expression on the face of the folded sleeve, indicating that he has been suffering from this pain all year round, and even can be said to have suffered from numbness all the time, and even his eyes have become dull, indicating that even if he has become accustomed to it, there is still no way to completely ignore it. This pain, this pain seems really terrible.

Chen Changsheng was silent for a moment, and once again put his finger on the sleeve of the folded sleeve. This time, he slowly entered a real element-he was not sure about his judgment. Is the meridian of the folded sleeve so serious? The problem, because he can't imagine how a person could live with such pain for so many years.

The grass hut under the night was very quiet, the oil lamp was not lit, he watched the face of the folded sleeve intently, only to see the eyes full of stubborn perseverance, he waited seriously, without letting go of any transient pulse changes, However, when that moment arrived, he still caught him off guard.

With a snapping sound, Chen Changsheng's fingers were shaken into the air again.

This time under the dual perception of true element and consciousness, he had a more accurate understanding of the movements in the folded sleeve meridian, and there were some pictures in his mind, and his mood became heavier, and his two eyebrows were unknowingly. I feel that it's crumpled tightly. What's the problem with that violent tide?

He retracted his right hand and looked at the folded sleeve, not knowing what to say.

The folded sleeve's face was still as usual, but it was only close enough to see that there was some water stains in his hair, reflecting the starlight outside the hut and a little bit of light. In the early spring, the young man with such a strong will will not change his face even if the Tianshuling falls before his eyes. At this time, so much sweat is flowing. I can imagine how painful it is.

The folded sleeve opened at this time, looking at Chen Changsheng and said: "I didn't expect that your true yuan was so weak."

Chen Changsheng didn't expect that at this time, the thing he was most concerned about was not his illness, but this kind of thing.

"Yes, it's too weak."

A voice rang from the table, from the man Chen Changsheng and the man who was about to forget.

The man put his dirty hair behind his ears and turned his eyes from Chen Changsheng to the folded sleeves, saying, "I'm still on the whim, not yet dead?"

Chen Changsheng was silent. He knew that the four words once recorded on Daozang were the problem of folding sleeves.

There is no change in the expression of folded sleeves. Four years ago, the old man of Tianji said the same when he saw him.

"I won't die." He looked at the middle-aged man and said.

The young man’s slow voice was unusually hard, like rock rubbing against a rock, and like a sword blade cutting a bone, very sure.

The man shook his head and ignored it, got up from the table, walked to the bed and fell down.

Chen Changsheng wanted to talk to him about his overnight stay, but at the next moment, he heard a snoring sound in the bed and naturally couldn't speak anymore.

A thunderous nose rang through the hut. He didn’t understand what the man had done during the day. He would get tired like this, and he would fold his sleeves and walk out with himself to the small courtyard surrounded by evacuated fences. Through the starlight, looking at the folded sleeves, hesitated.

"Tianji Pavilion is not cured, but you may cure me."

Folded sleeves looked at him and said slowly, the tone was not rude, but the content was actually quite unreasonable.

What Chen Changsheng wanted to say was completely blocked by this sentence. He had no choice but to say nothing, looking at the Heavenly Book Tomb in the distance like Montenegro, and said softly with emotion: "Fate is not fair."

Folded sleeves said: "Fate has given me a powerful talent for blood, with unbearable pain and a bleak prospect. In my opinion, this is fair."

Chen Changsheng said: "But you can't make a choice, you can't have a strong bloodline, and you don't need such pain, so I still think it's unfair."

Folded sleeves were silent for a while, and said, "Yes, there is never fairness."

Probably because of a very similar situation, with the same disease and pity, Chen Changsheng's perception of the folded sleeve has changed a lot. Knowing that this wolf-race young man hides a lot of pain and unwillingness under the seemingly indifferent appearance, he is unwilling to continue his state of mind. Continue to chill and say: "But there can be relative fairness, for example, when we go to Tianshuling to observe the monument, we can understand what we see."

"Tianshuling is the most unfair thing."

Looking at Tianshuling under the starlight with folded sleeves, he said expressionlessly: "Why can humans decide the rules for entering Tianshuling? Why can't the Demon Race read Tianshuling?"

Chen Changsheng didn't expect that he, who didn't know how many Mozus he killed, would stun for the Mozu and couldn't help but stunned.

"I'm not talking about the demons, but just reasoning." Folded sleeves said: "The stone tablets in the Tianshuling are actually no different from the leftover deer legs in the snowfield. They are all meat and everyone wants to eat them. This piece of meat has greed, but only powerful people are qualified to distribute it."

Chen Changsheng asked: "So you want to be stronger."

Folded sleeves said: "No, I want to become stronger, not to divide the meat, I just want to eat meat."

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and was about to say something. At this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded in the distant night.

"Where are you? Chen Changsheng! Where are you ya?"

Listening to the voice, Chen Changsheng couldn't help but sigh, and even the expression of the folded sleeves changed a little—Dai Dynasty test, the master of this voice left a deep impression on him.

"I am here, thirty-six, I am here." Chen Changsheng shouted at Ye Lin.

The Heavenly Book Tomb is a holy place, very sacred and solemn. People who walk in it often subconsciously calm down. In the tomb, it is very quiet on weekdays. Tonight, it is filled with the yelling and yelling of two young people. Chen Changsheng finished After waking up, I couldn't help feeling ashamed.

Accompanied by the sound of rubbing clothes and grass branches, Tang 36 found him and shoved an old fence that was six or seven feet wide. He came to Chen Changsheng and patted him heavily on the shoulder. Said: "I'm really worried that the problem in your mind has not been solved. I went directly to the Tianshuling. It's okay."

Chen Changsheng was helpless and said, "Can you not shout so loudly? Yu Ge replied, that is the swordmanship of Lishan Jianzong."

Tang Sanliu said vigorously: "In such a big place, the court did not set up a sound array. Those stewards are not servants. It is not easy to call. How can I find someone other than shouting?"

This statement is very reasonable, Chen Changsheng was speechless.

At this moment, the sleeveless face said expressionlessly: "After entering Tianshuling, everyone will only think about seizing the time to observe the Taoist Tao, who will not forget to call friends as you do?"

"Oh, it's you?"

Tang Thirty-six only noticed the folded sleeves. After a slight stun, he stepped forward enthusiastically and asked his arm: "You are finally here, are you in debt?"

Folding the sleeves was very uncomfortable with this kind of closeness, and took a step back to avoid his hand.

Tang Thirty-six's hand was taken back naturally, and he again patted Chen Changsheng's shoulder, saying, "If you can solve it, hurry and solve it."

Chen Changsheng rubbed his shoulders, thinking that if it wasn’t for some reason to perfectly wash the marrow at the bottom of Heilongtan, it would really be broken today, and said: “I’ll try, but I’m not confident.”

Just then, the man came out of the hut, and his disorganized hair covered the tiredness on his face.

Chen Changsheng saluted and asked: "Senior, will you not rest for a while?"

The man looked at Tang 36 and said, "Too noisy."

"I'm sorry, my friend came over, he was a little happy." Chen Changsheng said apologetically, and then introduced to Tang 36: "This senior is the owner of this cottage, I think since I want to be in Tianshuling Staying for a month, I can’t sleep like a cat, it’s not good for my health, so I want to stay overnight..."

He said to himself, until then he noticed that Tang Sanshi didn't listen to himself at all, but stared at the man staring blankly.

The man tied his dirty hair to the back and showed his face. This is the first time Chen Changsheng and Zhe Shou saw his true face. I saw this person Rong Yan Qingjun, and there was a chill between his eyes but not It will make people feel cold, but it will give people a clean feeling, although it is obviously not very clean.

Tang Thirty-six looked at the man's face, his expression was slightly confused, and looked a little confused. Then he remembered something, his eyes suddenly brightened, and said in amazement: "You...you are...you are Xunmei!"

The man was stunned, watching Tang 36 was silent for a long time, and said lightly: "Yes, I am Xun Mei, and no one remembered me."

Listening to the word Xun Mei, folding his sleeves and raising his eyebrows slightly, he obviously remembered the origin of this person too. Only Chen Changsheng still didn't know.

"Tao Xue Xunmei... How could no one remember the senior?" Tang Sanliu looked at the middle-aged man named Xunmei and exclaimed: "Rumors say that the senior has been there since the dynasty test that year. Observing Taoism in Tianshuling, I did not expect it to be true."

Xun Mei looked at the faintly visible light spot in the Tianshuling, and said slightly: "It turns out that this year's dynasty test has ended, no wonder there are so many people today."

"Yes, senior, today is the first day of this year's dynasty's trial of the top three in Tianshuling."

Tang Thirty-six thought of one thing and dragged Chen Changsheng in front of him, proudly said: "He is my friend Chen Changsheng. Like his predecessors, he took the first place in the first list of the Dachao test."

"Oh? Which college are you from?" Xun Mei asked.

Tang Thirty-six said: "National College of Education."

Xun Mei nodded and said, "It's normal to have talent under the banyan tree."

Chen Changsheng was stunned and thought that most people would be a little surprised when he heard the revival of the National College of Education. Why did this senior... suddenly, he suddenly wanted to understand that this senior didn’t even know that the National College of Education Wasn't that big catastrophe said that this person had been observing the monument in the Tianshu Ling for at least ten years and had never been out?

Tang Thirty-six said to him: "Senior Xunmei was the first place in the first dynasty test 37 years ago."

Chen Changsheng was very surprised. Does this mean that this predecessor has been in the Heavenly Book Tomb for thirty-seven years?

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