Way of Choices

Night Pearl rested at his feet, leaning against the wall, the light from the bottom up, the short sword stabbed in the wall was reflected in a very long shadow, until the roof, like a black beam.

One inch by one, the dagger slowly penetrated into the wall, gradually being swallowed. Chen Changsheng held the hilt and stared at the place where the sword was in contact with the wall, breathing more and more quickly, and his expression became more and more tense.

His mind is attached to the sword, as if walking on the night road without lights, I don't know what will happen in front of me, this completely unknown feeling, I am more uneasy in anticipation.

Finally, the short sword passed back with a clear feeling. After the sharp tip went into the wall about half a foot, it reached a certain hard object. Chen Changsheng stared at the wall in front of him, quietly forcing it again for a moment, and confirming that the short sword was difficult to penetrate into it. I was a little surprised. I didn't know what material was used to make it. Even his sword was hard to puncture. At the same time, he also determined that this was what he was looking for.

He let go of his left hand, raised his arm and wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, and then held the hilt again. This time, instead of trying to go deeper, he began to move on the plane, relying solely on the feel, and the dagger slowly The hard bluestone wall was cut, but there was no sound except for the slightly fluttering stone chips.

The dagger cut silently, walking in the bluestone wall, wandering nonstop, and finally returned to the beginning, and finally cut a complete pattern on the wall. Chen Changsheng looked at this pattern and felt a bit familiar. Then I remembered that Lin's outline seemed to be like this when cooking.

He drew his dagger, closer to the bluestone wall, and with a sharp sword head into a slightly wider horizontal slit, carefully started pulling out, prying nonstop.

Here is the wall to the right of Wang Zhice's portrait. With his movements, a whole piece of bluestone slowly moved outwards at a distance of several hairs at a time, until a protrusion visible to the naked eye.

I don’t know how long it took. The cut bluestone was half a palm away from the bluestone wall. Chen Changsheng withdrew the sword into his sheath and held his hands at the smooth and neat ends of the bluestone. The tone, Zhenyuan slowly spread to all parts of the body, spreading the power between the arms.

The sound of very low and subtle friction sounded. In the soft light of the Pearl of the Night, the stone chips flew more urgently. A very irregular bluestone was slowly taken out of the wall by him.

The blue stone wall was cut with an opening, and a box can be seen vaguely inside. This box is embedded in the stone wall, and when you look at it, you know that it is difficult to separate, but the lid should be open.

There is such an institution in the wall of a place like Lingyan Pavilion, actually hiding a mysterious box. When it was built, who did it? Who can do such tricks?

If this scene is seen by someone, it will surely cause a great earthquake in the Great Zhou Dynasty. It may even be traced back hundreds of years ago, and some famous families are only afraid of ushering in the disaster.

Chen Changsheng didn't know who put this box in Lingyan Pavilion. It was built in Lingyan Pavilion. During the day and night, countless craftsmen officials stared at it. How could that person hide the eyes of countless people and His Majesty Taizong? Shenmu-he only knew that there was a box he needed in the wall of Ling Yange.

The box hidden in the wall is quite dark, and the outermost lid is easily removed, revealing the real lid inside. I saw that there were many copper wires on the lid, and there were many delicate copper buttons between the wires. Looking at the extreme complexity, the mechanism that opens the box is in the middle.

Children in Kyoto can guess what these copper buttons and copper wires look like. It is the most popular nine-link series in Dazhou, but it is complicated and countless times, it seems to be seventeen sets of links.

Jiulianhuan, like the maze in the forest when it was cooked, is a game that Wang Zhice used to spend time to dissipate time. Although it is only a game, it is very beneficial to exercise the strength of consciousness and arithmetic. Seventeen sets of serials are very rare, and the difficulty of cracking is very different.

Without any hesitation, Chen Changsheng stared at the extremely complicated copper wires and began to calculate. His eyes fell on a small copper button from time to time, and then he began to take the wire, and his fingers continued to pull between the copper wires, as if playing the piano. Connect the copper wire and the copper button together.

This process took him a long time, until a long time later, he looked at a blank in the southwest corner of the lid, took a deep breath, left ring finger left the copper wire, only heard a soft sound, he was woven by him The copper wire began to move on its own, the pattern kept unraveling and reorganizing, and moved toward the middle.

This is the process of unraveling. It takes a long time to know whether it can be unraveled at the end, or it may be found at the end that the solution is wrong, and then it can only be restarted.

In addition to waiting, there was no other benefit. Chen Changsheng noticed that there was a lot of sweat on his head, and he raised his arm to wipe it. Looking at the sweat stains left on the sleeve, he couldn’t help but startled. He smiled and shook his head. Remove the handkerchief in the middle and carefully wipe the sweat off your face.

Looking at the constantly changing patterns, those copper wires and buttons, he was silent.

He didn't know who made this institution. Wang Zhice was someone else. Just like knowing that there was a box in the bluestone wall, he only knew the existence of these, but he didn't know why they existed.

These things were all told by Taoist people.

Before coming to Kyoto, Chen Changsheng had always thought that his master's plan for Taoism was an ordinary Taoist, and at most it was superb medical skills. Now that he has experienced so many things, he naturally knows that Master must not be an ordinary person, and should even have another identity.

The Daojuan classics in the old temple in Xining are all ancient books before the major revision. To discuss the richness of the book collection, it can even be compared with the Li Gong. How can the average person collect so many Taoist collections?

Holding his dagger, he looked at the portraits of former heroes on the wall and shook his head. How could ordinary people know that there are so many secrets hidden in Ling Yan Ge? Even this short sword is very unusual.

It is also Ji Dao Ren who told him that if he wants to change his life, he must enter the Lingyan Pavilion and find the secrets related to it. So from Xining to Kyoto, his goal is to enter the Lingyan Pavilion.

His life is not good, he wants to live 20 years old, there are only two ways-to cultivate to the realm of God, or to change his life. These two methods sound unreliable, because it is basically impossible, but relatively speaking, the latter is still a bit feasible, because there have always been legends of people changing their lives.

How can we change our lives? First of all, we must know what is destiny. He looked at the unraveling copper chain pattern and thought in silence. Is his fate hidden in it?

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(Note: Both Mo Shilin and Zhu Shilin eventually decided to use the latter, because they looked more beautiful. In addition, they finally got home, went out for 20 days, and went to eight provinces or municipalities. I admire myself. It is still a chapter tomorrow. I have worked hard to write it the day after tomorrow. Thank you for your understanding.)

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