Distress: My Years in Defeng Ancient Road

Chapter 805 Who is a serious person who writes a diary

In the long run, Diming's schizophrenia is cured, which is more in line with Lin Chongyang's needs for talents. After all, the stability will be higher, and it is not easy for him to take the jade to make the Doomsday Seventeen or something. .

This is the most direct, simplest and most effective way to deal with it.

For now, splitting a person into six can certainly solve some problems, but it will also leave a lot of hidden dangers for the future, and he can't tell which is more important.

Moreover, standing at his current height and position, he must consider many aspects and try to set his sights as far as possible.

As for the burden that Lin Chongyang was going to add to Doomsday Seventeen, it was mainly related to whether the truth about the death of Xuanzun Jiutian was revealed, and had little to do with the split state of mind and body.

Even after the schizophrenia is cured, he can deal with those few "little things" with higher efficiency.

"Tsk, how can anyone be serious who put letters in the grave?" The very gentleman who was holding the teacup curled his lips.

He doesn't need to hold it in front of his senior brother, just like when he was young, he can just say what he wants, anyway, there are no outsiders, and with his senior brother's character, he doesn't care about such insignificant things.

Then again, things like letters should not be kept from the beginning. If you choose to keep them, then keep them in a decent place.

What is the idea of ​​putting it in the grave, ashamed to see future generations?
It can't be that the deceased senior Jiutian Xuanzun knew what he did, and he was sure that Jun Fengtian would blow up his grave in the future, so he took out the letter to reveal the truth of the past.

Lin Chongyang shook his head lightly: "The deceased is gone, what he thought at the beginning is unknown now."

As far as the current situation is concerned, unless he or Doomsday Seventeen opens his mouth and tells Jun Fengtian part of the truth, otherwise, the grave of Xuanzun Jiutian can still be preserved.

But the greater possibility is that Jun Fengtian took Jinglong Yunxiao back and blew up the grave after knowing that part of the truth.

Perhaps, the former Jinglong Yunxiao still has some respect for Xuanzun Jiutian in his heart. After all, he has fought side by side for so many years, but after learning about all the bad things, he may be more active than Jun Fengtian in lifting the grave. There must be a place to vent your grievances, right?
"The problem of the earth and the underworld is also on the right track. Next, what is the brother's plan?"

After swallowing the tea in his mouth, Mr. Fei asked.

"Are you planning?" Lin Chongyang murmured, "Waiting for Brother Jiangnan's reply does not count."

Jun Fei smiled lightly: "Aren't you going to urge Cheng Lin again?"

"Cheng Lin's matter has been repeated again and again, no matter how much I talk to him and help him do more, in the end, it still depends on his own decision.

He is only a thousand or two hundred years old, and young people have their own ideas. "

Lin Chongyang picked up the teacup and took a sip, then sighed:

"Just like when I was young, I always hoped that time would pass faster, and faster, because when I was young, I always wanted to grow up as soon as possible, and at that time, the cultivation level was different every day, and there was a huge difference in just a few years.

Now, when we are older, we need to calm down, slow down our pace of life, and observe the world we live in slowly. "

That being said, the tone of his speech did not reveal the years and vicissitudes he had experienced, and on his face, except for the two strands of white hair hanging down on his chest, it was not obvious that he had been weather-beaten. .

More, it still belongs to the self-confidence, calmness, and high-spirited frivolity of young people.

This means that Lin Chongyang's current state is his peak and most perfect period, with a majestic appearance, lofty and constant like the way of heaven.

"Brother, be careful that Mrs. Madam hears what you say." Mr. Fei Fei raised the teapot and refilled the tea for the two of them.

After all, he is now more than [-] years old, but he looks young and has a young mind. After all, the general environment of hardship has always been like this, and it is impossible to tell a person's age just by looking at his face.

However, if one studies deeply, the age difference between the senior brother and the wife's wife is almost one, and the error will not exceed one Jiazi.

"Ha, it's okay, she doesn't care about this." Lin Chongyang chuckled, and then changed the topic: "On the contrary, if you have free time, go out and walk around more, and it's best not to come back alone."

In an instant, Jun Fei made a quick decision: "Cheng Lin received a flying letter an hour ago, came to say hello to me and went out alone."

In order to prevent the senior brother from going further on this topic, he resolutely chose to sell his junior nephew, and I believe Cheng Lin would not mind.

On the side of the master, he can use Zhixin to prevaricate, after all, the master likes Zhixin very much, but on the side of the senior brother, if he talks about this matter, he really has nothing to do, he has no such thing from the beginning thought.

This pressure should be given to Cheng Lin, young man, he should be tempered more.

If they can achieve great things in their lives, they have an explanation to the uncle, although the uncle's personality doesn't really care about these things.

Sure enough, after hearing the news, Lin Chongyang's attention was quickly diverted: "So, it's time for me to make preparations."

at this time!

I saw a flying letter coming through the air.

"Brother is going out?" Looking at Lin Chongyang who put down the teacup and stood up to read the letter, Mr. Fei asked.

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Melting moonlight, white clouds, and gentle breeze, it's like a fairyland outside the world; in the secluded bamboo forest, wind chimes are blowing, and on the sparkling water, you can only hear the clear music winding around the pillars, but sometimes there are mistakes.

An elegant pavilion is located on the bank of the river, and the jade fingers of the beautiful shadows in the pavilion are lightly plucked, and the string sounds flow from the fingers, gradually fragmenting, and finally no tune.

This means that the person who plays the music is in a state of confusion.

Pressing her fingers on the strings, Cui Luohan sighed. She sent the letter in the morning, and now it is already in the middle of the moon. Here, she has neither waited for the expected reply nor the person she wanted to see.

At this moment, in the faint bamboo forest, the wind direction of Xu Xuqing suddenly changed.

"When the seven strings are exhausted, where can I find a bosom friend, but to the bright moon and empty forest;

Remnants of brush and ink, who will win the eternal truth, let's listen to the meaning of pines and bamboos. "

At first, I heard Confucian voices spreading softly, and a white silk pavement paved the way, and I saw a dusty figure descending against the wind:

"It's not a short journey from the Central Plains to the West Wulin, please forgive me my friend."

After Xia Chenglin landed on the ground, the white silk, which was several feet long, was put away by the predetermined technique on it.

"When people arrive, it's never too late."

Seeing the visitor, Cui Luohan quickly got up from behind the piano case, and then walked out of the pavilion.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but the person in front of her gave her a different feeling from when the two separated. In the wine red hair, there were a few strands of snow white visible to the naked eye, which proved that what he said in the past was true .

However, she can no longer feel the invisible barrier between the two of them.

What she saw before her eyes was still the friend she remembered.

Xia Chenglin bowed and apologized, "I'm sorry."

(End of this chapter)