Way of Choices

Chen Changsheng had already prepared Su Li’s sword intentions in the envelope. At the beginning, he wanted to see how much he had improved after he returned to Beijing, how long he could resist, but where did he want to get these in the envelope? Jian Yi was so sharp and terrible, not to mention resistance, but he didn't even dare to mess with it.

Of course, Su Li was not malicious to him, let alone killing him. Those swords flying from the letter paper quietly shredded many things in the stove, and cut off his floating belt. , But no sword intention fell on him, just flying around him.

Those sword intentions fluttered around the body, like fallen leaves, like snowflakes, like water droplets.

Chen Changsheng seemed to come under the autumn tree, under the snow and under the waterfall.

He vaguely understood something, and gradually relaxed his mind and released his mind into this world of swordsmanship.

These sword intentions are one of Su Li's letters to him and one of the gifts left to him, so is there anything written on the letter paper?

Chen Changsheng looked at the letter paper quietly while he realized the sword intentions left by Su Li's breakthrough.

Su Li's handwriting is like his man and sword, hearty, sharp, sharp, sharp, and sharp.

"It's really surprising news that you can beat you."

Seeing the first sentence on the stationery, Chen Changsheng realized that Su Li had a condition to believe in himself. The prerequisite was to defeat Xu Yourong. If he could not do this, Su Li would definitely be disappointed with himself, then These two letters may be left to Xu Yourong, or...Akiyama Jun.

"But thinking that your sword should be taught by me, then it is understandable that you can barely overcome tolerance."

What Su Li said in the letter still perfectly showed his confidence or narcissism.

But then, his words became calmer and indifferent.

"I have taught three people in my life, Qiushan, you, and seven, Qiushan is stronger than you, seven are weaker than you, and is my daughter. If I leave the mountain after you leave, you will take care of me, As for why I left? Waiting for you to live for hundreds of years, and find someone waiting for you for hundreds of years, or you will understand."

"I’m Uncle Lishan, I don’t need to explain anything to the disciples in the mountain. I am Su Li, and I don’t need to explain anything to Old Man Yin and Tianhai, but I still want to explain something and explain something, So I wrote you such a letter."

"If someone asks in the future, you can tell me what I said. I did not admit defeat to this world, but she was right, I am Su Li, why do you need to do the second week? The most important thing is that you That's right, I have killed countless people. I have no love for this world, but maybe there is a little kindness?"

Seeing this sentence, Chen Changsheng felt a lot of emotion in his heart.

In the eyes of many people, especially those who resisted the confluence of the North and the South, Su Li and the Saint Girl were far away from each other, which was an extremely irresponsible escape.

Who can understand that a character like Su Li can only cut this path of departure if he sticks to the sword of true wisdom and courage.

However, when he saw the end of the letter, he suddenly felt that his praise and admiration for Senior Su Li seemed wrong.

Su Li wrote such a passage at the end of the letter.

"Let that wolf cub die that heart, if he dares to haunt my daughter again, even if I am on the side of Xinghai, I will return by Xingcha, kill him with a sword first, and kill you with another sword , And finally destroy your tribal academy and the tribe of the wolf tribe in the north, don’t say it is unpredictable!"

After reading this sentence, Chen Changsheng thought with some helplessness. Why can't a person as smart as Senior Su Li think about this?

Just thinking, the surrounding air suddenly sounded dense and terrifying subtle sword sounds again, countless sword intentions returned from all directions, and fell on the stationery.

Those sharp and inscrutable swordsmanship turned the handwriting on the stationery into countless ink balls, which could no longer be seen clearly.

Those ink **** finally became four big characters.

"Burn after reading."

Looking at these four words, Chen Changsheng was stunned and felt that if it burned like this, wouldn’t it be a pity? To know the sword meaning on this stationery, it is a very precious gift for those who repair the sword. He had also thought that he would have Tang 36 and folding sleeves tomorrow to come to appreciate it.

But since it was Su Li's command, he couldn't object. He threw the stationery into the cinder-burning stove very obediently, watching the stationery burned to ashes.

Looking at the ash in the stove hole, thinking of the sword intention on the previous paper, he suddenly remembered the events of the martial arts in the a few days ago, and the powerful stars gathered in the realm to challenge the National Academy of Education, the painter of the Tianji Pavilion , Should also use similar means, but compared with Su Li is like a cloud of mud.

He remembered Guan Bai, the scribe who was seen on the street at the time.

At that time, he glanced at the person through the car window, and he felt that a sharp eye came into his eyes.

Now I want to come, this person's swordsmanship is already strong enough to possess swordsmanship?

At next year's stone-making conference, will he face such a powerful sword, can he win?

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Earlier, Guan Bai was reading in a bookstore in the south of the city.

Suddenly, he felt something. He was silent for a moment, closed the pages quietly, and walked outside the bookstore.

After dusk, the snow gradually stopped, but the weather was still very cold, and the snow on the street was difficult to travel, so no pedestrians could be seen.

He stood in the middle of the street.

An old aunt walked across.

In fact, the aunt's face was still young, at least I couldn't see the specific age, but there was a sense of apathy between the eyebrows and the sense of staleness.

Guan Bai looked at the old Dao, who was getting closer, without a word.

He didn't recognize the origin of the other party, but knew that the other party's realm of cultivation was far above himself, and might even be better than the mentor of Zengzhuang.

Before the stone-making conference, he didn't want to be troubled, and he shouldn't fight against such a powerful and powerful person.

But he heard clearly before that a wild dog died in the alley in the distance.

Just as this old aunt passed by.

This old aunt is very powerful and must have an extraordinary history. Compared with her, the life of a stray wild dog is really nothing.

Guan Bai also thinks so. A wild dog will die if it dies. Could he still avenge a wild dog?

The problem is that the wild dog should die faster.

The old Taoist only needs to take a look, and the wild dog will be in a different place.

But the wild dog screamed in the alley for at least 30 times, getting more and more miserable, and getting more and more sad until he heard him.

He couldn't understand why big figures like Lao Dao Gu used a dozen swords to kill a wild dog.

He couldn't imagine whether this old Taoist usually killed people like this.

So he walked from the bookstore to the street and wanted to ask Lao Dao Gu.

The old lady stopped and looked at him expressionlessly.

Guan Bai wanted to say something, but looking at Lao Dao's eyes, he found that he could no longer speak.

He held the hilt in his hand, but couldn't pull out the sword.

The old Taoist's eyes were full of blue, full of decay and violent emotions, like a sea tide full of green algae, and beat him head-on.

The endless ambition of killing came from the snow street side, covering his body.

puff! A stream of blood spewed from his mouth and fell on the snow.

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He is the pride of the Heavenly Taoist Academy, the strong swordsman in the middle of the Xiaoyao list, and his famous name is Guan Bai.

However, in front of this old aunt, he couldn't say a word at all, he couldn't pull out the sword in his sheath, and he was seriously injured.

"Report your teacher." Lao Dao said with a blank expression.

Guan Bai’s eyes were full of shock, and it was only then that he confirmed that the old Taoist’s realm was not only far superior to his teacher, and even seemed to have moved beyond the realm of the world and entered the sacred realm. Seeing the blue color in her eyes, she instantly guessed who the other party was.

All directions are endless!

This is already the most powerful person in the world, why suddenly appeared in Kyoto tonight?

"Tian Dao Yuan Guan Bai, Jia Shi Zhuang Huan."

Guan Bai was shocked because of the identity of the old Dao, but he still had no palpitations and stared at the other party.

"Looking at Mao Qiuyu's face, you will be killed tonight."

The old lady walked past him slowly, his figure gradually disappearing into the night.

I don't know how long it took before Guan Bai realized that he could move. The right hand holding the hilt shook slightly and choked out the blade.

Then, his right arm was shoulder-shouldered and fell into the snow, a huge red blood.

Tonight in Kyoto, a wild dog in the alley was brutally cut into pieces.

The pride and hope of the Heavenly Taoist Academy, the young Kendo strongman with infinite prospects, Guan Bai lost his right arm holding his sword.

The old Dao, who has done these two things, has no feelings about it. His expression is still indifferent, and his eyes are still violent.

In her eyes, there is not much difference between a young man like Guan Bai and a wild dog in the alley. If it’s not the Great Week Kyoto, there is a Pope Your Majesty that she must respect even she does not dare to provoke The Queen Mother, or Guan Bai, was also dead at this time.

In her view, Liu Guanbai's life has given Mao Qiuyu a face. More precisely, this face is for the state religion.

Some people in this world are very strong, so their views of the world will be a little abnormal, thinking that if they don’t grab the food in the beggar’s bowl, they will give the beggar a face, and if they don’t kill all the people who don’t look good, they will give the face of life. Then you should give yourself a face for convenience.

When the old lady came to Kyoto tonight, she thought that His Majesty the Pope had not given her face, so she would come to find the face in person.

When she was very young, she used all methods to marry a man she thought was barely worthy of her. This sentence seemed to be a bit wrong. Since it was barely worthy, why should you use all methods to marry? That's because, in her view, there are only a few people in the world who can barely match themselves.

From that moment on, she considered her husband to be her most important face.

Later, after she had given birth to a son very hard, she thought that her son was her most important face.

Lao Taoist stood behind the wall of the National College of Education and looked at the snow trees sticking out of the wall without expression.

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(The chapter name is better, so there is no use of two. There is one chapter today, and there is no second. PS: The last paragraph was modified in 201506260100)

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