Way of Choices

The stone steps are flat and wide, engraved with fine lines, not patterns, just for anti-skid. Although the stone steps are long, there are no bars on both sides and no cables, as in the abyss, walking on it is extremely solid, as if you will never step on the wrong way, or This is the refuge of those who built this stone stairway.

Looking at the endless stone steps, after all, Chen Changsheng walked silently and quietly, not knowing how long it had passed, and finally came to the night sky.

At the end of the stone steps is a flat ground, and in the middle is a pavilion made of wooden beams and bricks. This building occupies an extremely large area and is very tall, but it is very lonely because it is far away from the ground and the human world.

Looking into the night in the distance, there was only the figure of Gan Terrace in the parallel field of vision. Those legendary night pearls exuded a faint light, and looked like a lamp.

The entire palace and even the entire Kyoto, except for the Gan Terrace, is the highest position where he can see all the streets of Kyoto. If the weather is good, he can even see the willow in the distance, but Chen Changsheng did not Seeing the scenery of Shino from afar, because the night is deep, and the scenery on the ground is not clear, and even more because he is not in the mood to see the scenery.

After his eyes were taken back from the Gan Terrace, he fell on the lonely pavilion. He never looked away again. His expression remained unchanged, but his emotions were slightly turbulent.

From Xining to Kyoto, thousands of miles of wind and rain.

He finally reached Lingyan Pavilion.

Lingyan Pavilion has no plaques, no hanging lanterns, no gorgeous decoration, only beams and bluestone walls with a natural and solemn atmosphere. There is no trace of light, and it seems extremely silent.

The door is also unlocked, and it seems that it can be pushed open just by reaching out.

Chen Changsheng stood in front of the door, silenced for a moment, and adjusted his mood until his breath became absolutely gentle before raising his hands and falling onto the door, pushing forward slightly.

There was no squeaky noise, and it was silky as if the leaves were falling into the water. The door of the Lingyan Pavilion opened slowly. A light spilled out of the door crack. As the door widened, the light spilled more and fell on him. Clearly illuminate the slight shock on his face.

The light overflowing in the Lingyan Pavilion is white, shining his slightly childish face like jade, and his eyebrows are darker because of the contrast, like a straight ink line.

Chen Changsheng didn't understand, why is the door so bright and so much light, why can't you see the slightest bit outside before, are those windows all fake?

Thinking of these things, his movements did not slow down, the door was pushed open about a foot, he walked across the threshold and walked in, entered the Lingyan Pavilion.

When he just landed on his left foot, the door closed again behind him. He looked back subconsciously, looked at the closed door for a moment, and vaguely guessed that he and the white light inside the building could no longer be seen by people outside the building, thinking from another angle, From the moment he opened the door and walked into the Lingyan Pavilion, he was isolated from the real world.

Thinking was only for a moment, he turned around and looked forward, only to see a piece of light

There are no lights, no butter candles, no night pearls in the Lingyan Pavilion. If those doors and windows are attached to a certain array, which can completely shield the sun, wind and sound, then it should be dark at this time, so where did the light that previously overflowed the door come from?

He narrowed his eyes and walked towards the white light. Because the light was too dazzling, he could not see what was in the building at all, and he could not see the legendary portraits of heroes. The moth can only follow the most instinct or the simplest perception and walk forward.

However, he only took one step forward and was forced to stop.

Because he felt a terrible breath, that breath came from all places in the building, from every trace of light, that breath was killing, sacred, bloody, tyrannical, with countless flavors, but with the same essence, that It is powerful, unimaginably powerful.

That powerful breath fell on his shirt, on his eyebrows, and burrowed into his skin, flowing through his veins, straight into the depths of his viscera, but just walked away in an instant.

Chen Changsheng couldn't resist this breath at all. In front of this breath, he was like the humblest ant. He simply reacted, and even the courage to resist could not be raised.

The breath circulated inside and outside his body for several weeks and did not cause any harm to him, but it was only this contact that made his consciousness start to become violently unstable. If the time lasts longer, his If you know the sea, it will collapse, and it will be crushed into powder by this breath.

Fortunately, this breath did not stay for too long. When the impending mansion was about to touch the ground, it suddenly turned into a breeze, gently leaving his body gently and disappearing.

It was only an instant that Chen Changsheng's clothes were all wet with sweat.

He settled down and continued to walk up and walk. Fortunately, when the second step fell, nothing strange happened, unlike the previous, as if he were in a tragic battlefield.

The light was still blazing, he squinted and walked to the brightest and warmest place, vaguely seeing a beam of blooming light in his field of vision, knowing that this was probably the source.

He reached out to the raging light, touched with his fingertips, but it was hot, but cold, very comfortable, his fingers went up, and finally he held it tightly with his hands.

Under the grip, the light suddenly converged, and the incandescent pavilion gradually dimmed. He narrowed his eyes, barely able to see some pictures clearly, until finally, everything became normal.

Only then did he find himself holding a torch in his hand.

The material of the torch is not gold or jade, it is more like glaze, but it is opaque. There are countless crystal particles on the milky white surface, and those particles seem to contain a lot of energy.

This torch was the former blooming light. After being held by him, the light gradually gathered and became the current look, except for a white flame at the top.

The flame is not vigorous, but it is very beautiful, just like the fireworks in the daytime, it is not easy to see clearly, but it can give the gray sky a simple and stern blow.

Looking at the torch, Chen Changsheng vaguely remembered that he had read some records in Dao Zang. A long time ago, in the Baiqibang, there was an artifact of the Mozu called Bairi Fireworks. Could this torch be that legendary artifact? Was it taken back to Kyoto by the emperors of Emperor Taizong during the war?

Thinking of this, he felt that the torch in his hand became very heavy, only to remember that he was now standing in Ling Yan Pavilion, standing in the most glorious history of mankind.

He looked around subconsciously, and saw that there was nothing in the cabinet, no tables and no chairs, and there was only a futon in the middle, which seemed extremely empty and even deserted.

This building does not seem to be for people to live in. In fact, the Lingyan Pavilion is not used for living, but for enshrining portraits—the dozens of portraits on the gray walls.

Chen Changsheng walked toward the wall with a torch, and stood in front of the first portrait.

The portrait is a middle-aged aristocrat, with three ties and thick beards. There is a smile between the eyebrows, but the eyebrows are a little far apart, giving a sense of indifference.

Looking at the wife and brother of the famous Emperor Taizong, Chen Changsheng was silent for a moment and paid a courtesy, but did not stay too long and continued to look down.

The second portrait is Hejian Wang Chengong. The third portrait is Du Ruyu, Lai Guogong. The fourth portrait is the famous Wei Guogong, and the fifth portrait is the more famous Zheng Guogong...

In front of these portraits, Chen Changsheng respected and saluted separately, but did not stop. Until he came to the eighth portrait, the expression on his face finally changed.

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