Way of Choices

The hall at the Jiaoshu Hub was very quiet, and it didn't come to the place.

The Pope looked at Chen Changsheng quietly and said, "Since it is a view of the world, it can only be changed because of this world."

Chen Changsheng thought about it and said, "I still don't understand."

The Pope said calmly: "You don't need to understand... like us old people, we have experienced too much wind and rain, too many sunrises and sunsets, and have become numb to many things. Many times the way of looking at the world will be less interesting, We don’t mind using less beautiful means or even doing things that are against our hearts, but many times, we do this not because we want to keep something, but because we clearly know where our responsibilities are.”

"Responsibility?" Chen Changsheng asked.

"Yes, the longer you live, the greater your responsibilities." The Pope said: "Our responsibilities to this world continue to become heavier as time goes by, and we have a responsibility to seek a better future for humanity. For this we It is possible to bear stigma, regardless of the cost. At that time, I was an enemy of your teacher, and now I am an enemy of your mother-in-law."

After saying this, the Pope walked deep into the hall, and never appeared again.

Chen Changsheng and Luoluo walked out of the hall, walked down the stone steps, and came to the maple forest in front of the Jiaoshu Office.

The maple forest in spring is blue, but it is blood red at twilight, and it turns black at night.

It turned out that the so-called colors are all painted in heaven and earth.

It didn't take long for a heavy bell to ring in the temple.

Bells also rang in the palace.

The bell rang, that was the signal to return home.

In the classics of the state religion, it has always been thought that death is not as good as a lamp, but the soul will not stay in this world, but will return to the Xinghai.

Between the stars and the ocean in the night sky, there is the kingdom of God, heaven, and even the eternal hometown.

The soul of Archbishop Meilisha left the world calmly at the moment when the bell rang, and the soul of the gods fell between the stars.

There is no conspiracy, no magnificent and magnificent ending, just so calmly and normally follow the laws of life to leave, just like many ordinary old people.

But after all, he is not an ordinary old man. He is the oldest and highest-ranking archbishop of the State Church.

He has seen three popes, four generations of virgins, Emperor Taizong, Zhou Du|fu, Chen Xuanba, Wang Zhi's policy, life and death of Baicao Garden, blood in the State College of Education With the fire, he has seen countless years and knows countless secrets, and those years and secrets will be buried along with his departure.

Listening to the bells, Chen Changsheng looked up at the night sky, and saw that the stars were covered or separated by the leaves swaying in the wind.

He did not know which natal star of the Bishop’s Master was, and he was even invisible, but he knew that the star should be dimming at this time.

If death is really the return of the soul to the sea of ​​stars, then for which star will it darken?

The bells are still going on, and there are non-stop chaos arriving from all over Kyoto to the education center. The big figures come to express their sorrow in person. Chen Changsheng stood in the woods, looked at these pictures, and did not speak-he saw the head of the Tianhai family, saw Xue Xingchuan, saw Mo Yu, saw Chen Liuwang who was holding back tears, and saw Xu Shiji.

He did not want to meet these people, and Luo Luo held hands through the woods, came to a relatively secluded street, and returned to the State College of Education together.

After a long time, Luoluo spent the first night in the National College of Education, and Jin Yulu followed along, knowing that the situation was special tonight, and did not say anything.

Chen Changsheng took her directly to the lake, climbed the big banyan tree, sat side by side, looked at the stars in the sky and the water, and spoke softly.

He said a lot of things, things in Xining Town, things in Zhou Yuan, and many things that he thought were sinister and **** and cruel. He didn't tell her the last time, he said tonight.

Luoduo listened quietly without saying anything.

"Mature is really a very difficult thing, because it is difficult to grasp the degree in between, the fruit is ripe and it is easy to rot."

Chen Changsheng said: "I still insist that living should not be a fight."

After saying this, he let Luoluo go to sleep, and he continued to sit on the big banyan tree, thinking about some things.

Su Li taught him three swords, Hui Jian is very powerful, various calculations are deduced, that is fighting, burning sword is very powerful, all kinds of burning life, that is fighting, but he really likes stupid sword, because stupid sword needs It is courage, and it is not a fight.

He just wanted to live, never thought of fighting, he didn't like fighting, but alive, sometimes fighting is inevitable, especially when you need to take responsibility.

Until now, he didn't know what responsibility Archbishop Merisha wanted to assume, but he realized that attitude.

He closed his eyes on the big banyan tree, but did not sleep all night.

At five in the morning, he opened his eyes, just like every day in the usual time, but his eyes were covered with blood. He took five deep breaths, calmly and deliberately, under the tree walked around the lake, moved a bit of a stiff body, ate two bowls of Xuanyuan porridge in the stove, and also took half an exception Salted duck eggs.

"Today, there should be many people go to the education center to express their condolences. You represent the National College of Education in the past." He said to Luoluo.

Luoluo thought of today's battle, some did not want to leave, but could not meet Chen Changsheng's eyes, had nodded.

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As the morning light receded, the outside of Baihua Alley gradually became lively, and the temporary pergola was filled with people. The best position does not belong to the most powerful giants, but belongs to the painters and storytellers of the four major squares. They are responsible for recording all the details of today's battle, and then spread it throughout Kyoto and the entire continent.

Zhou Ziheng has arrived, standing in front of the National College of Education, feeling a bit sorry.

——Challenging a young man in a peaceful world with the cultivation of Juxing Realm is somewhat shameful, but the other party is the dean of the National Education Academy after all. Therefore, he believes that today's battle will surely greatly improve his reputation, and dare not say how much he has improved on the Xiaoyao list, but at least he can let more people know his name.

As a guest secretary, fame is often more important than strength.

In order to make his reputation even louder through this battle, he needs audiences, especially those with great power, not the painters and storytellers. Regrettably, Archbishop Meilisha died last night, and those big figures who might have appeared would go to the education center to pay their condolences. So he felt a little regretful, even annoyed. When can't you die, do you have to die at this time?

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(This chapter is today, because the mood is a little heavy, and there will be three chapters tomorrow, because there is nothing to do, and I want to live a full life.)

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