Way of Choices

After tearing open the envelope, giving death to others, and then ushering in his own death, Chen Changsheng really didn't care.

Just like what he said to her husband, Lin, he is really not afraid of death now, because there is nothing he can't let go of.

All the people and things in this world are irrelevant to him, because three days ago, he suddenly discovered his existence, which turned out to be meaningless.

He stood at the broken threshold of the library building, holding the letter, waiting quietly for the moment to arrive.

The autumn wind lingered on the lake, and the big banyan tree stretched its waist in the sky. It still has a lot of greenness, which is in sharp contrast with the golden leaves on the grass.

Time slowly passed, and the National College of Education remained quiet.

Chen Changsheng looked up at the courtyard door, his eyebrows raised slowly, just like the fallen leaves that had just been rolled up by the wind.

The sound of hoofs like rainstorms and thunders stopped at a certain time, and the dust in the distance gradually fell below the courtyard wall, and there was no more movement.

The courtyard door was still closed, the stone wall was intact, and the fallen leaf that fell back into the lake caused a few fish to chase.

Always quiet, no one rushed into the National College of Education.

Neither the Xuanjia Heavy Ride nor the powerful killers ambushing outside the courtyard wall and the woods of the Great Zhou Military and Qing Dynasty officials appeared.

Su Moyu and the teachers and students of the National College of Education who stood by looked at the door closer.

They saw her husband's miserable appearance and vaguely guessed what was happening in the library building. They were shocked by Chen Changsheng's hidden strength and understood Chen Changsheng's choice.

The National College of Education has reached the most critical moment.

After Grandpa Lin left, the door of the National College of Education closed again. Somewhat unexpectedly, the world outside the door suddenly became quiet.

They were very nervous and did not relax because of the silence at the moment. They just felt weird.

The thunderous hoofs outside the front door were real and entered all their ears.

Those killing intentions were also true, and they shivered the uniforms of all of them.

The sword light is like water, reflecting a touch of autumn.

The Nanxi Zhai Sword Array changed again, Ye Xiaolian flew forward from the array, came to the forefront, and looked at Su Moyu: "What happened?"

Su Moyu showed a determined look on his face, went straight forward, and then pushed the door open with both hands forward.

With the opening of the courtyard, a figure appeared in the eyes of the teachers and students of the National College of Education.

The sky shone into the courtyard and there were two fresh breezes.

It was an old man, standing on the stone steps in front of the National College of Education, with his back to them, two wide sleeves dancing in the wind.

Su Moyu was a little shocked and said, "President Mao?"

The two-sleeved breeze Mao Qiuyu, the former dean of the Taoist Academy, now the archbishop of the Yinghua Hall, and the students of the Sixth Ivy League School like Su Moyu, still used to call him the dean.

Before Su Moyu could wake up from the consternation, he was shocked by the rest of the scene.

Archbishop Ling Baishi Taoist, Eucalyptus Lin, Siyuan Taoist, King of Linghai, all stood on the Shiping in front of the National College of Education.

Five of the six giants of state education are close.

Immediately afterwards, Su Moyu saw more familiar figures.

Today's Dean of the Taoist College, Zhuang Zhihuan, Archbishop of the Zongsi Institute, Professor Fuji of the 13th Division of Qingsi, and his former teacher: Dean of the Affiliated Academy of the Palace.

The row of restaurants across Baihua Alley had been crushed by the army of the court before, but at this time, the ash was slightly raised, and you could see the cavalry like a tide, and the black one.

The National College of Education is still surrounded, but not surrounded.

Because these cavalrymen are no longer the imperial armor of the imperial court, but the state cavalry directly under the palace.

The swords and crossbows of the cavalry cavalry were facing outside.

Su Moyu was shocked and vaguely wanted to understand that the thunder-like hoof sounds were not the signal of Xuanjia's heavy riding charge, but the aid of the national cavalry.

He subconsciously looked back to the National College of Education, and saw Qiulin as before, quiet and silent, and many priests could be seen vaguely in the courtyard wall and in the forest.

Especially in the surroundings of the library building, there is a cardinal cardinal standing at a depth of more than ten feet.

This situation is really shocking and speechless.

This is that the palace is unabashedly showing its strength to this world.

Before this power, even the court of the Great Zhou Dynasty must show corresponding awe and courtesy.

Su Moyu knew that the National College of Education was safe and relaxed, and then felt that his back was a little wet and cold. Only then did he know that the moment he pushed open the door, he sweated nervously.

The disciples of Nanxizhai and the teachers and students of the National College of Education came behind him and looked out of the courtyard. After being shocked, they felt the rest of their lives after the disaster.

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The doors and windows of the library building have been ruined, and Qiu Yi's entrance is particularly rich.

The Pope stood behind Chen Changsheng and said, "For monks, life is an extremely long process. In this process, we will encounter many difficulties and many disappointments. How to face these robberies is whether you are alive with the luck of the rest of the robbery, or whether you can rediscover yourself after serious thinking. This is the most important difference. I gave you three days to think and three days. Time to go to the palace to see me, but you don’t, so I had to ask in person how you plan to choose."

Chen Changsheng did not turn around, nor did he mean to answer.

The Pope understood why he didn’t ask for help from the palace for three days and said, "Do you think all of us have deceived you?"

Chen Changsheng remained silent.

The Pope said: "As long as I live for a day, I will protect you for a day. This is my commitment to Merisa."

Chen Changsheng still did not speak.

The pope walked to his side and looked out the window that no longer exists with him, saying, "I'm going to die."

When he heard this sentence, Chen Changsheng's eyes were falling on the grass beside the lake, where there were thick leaves, some with golden luster, very good-looking, and some dead ash rotted, lifeless.

He finally spoke.

"Uncle Master, what exactly do you want me to say?"

The Pope looked at the autumn forest in yellow and red and the big blue banyan tree, and said indifferently: "The past is past, that is time. Similar to this, the movement of stars and the change of fate can only be changed. Go forward, then we can only look forward, no matter what kind of things have happened to you, but at least, now you are ill."

If according to ordinary people's ideas, Chen Changsheng did not suffer any harm in the change of the Tianshuling, but instead obtained the greatest benefit.

It is dark when you close your eyes, and your world will be destroyed after death. Of course, nothing will be more important than life, and it is more fortunate.

The Pope is not an ordinary person, he wouldn’t think so, just wanted to make Chen Changsheng wake up by pointing out this point: "Melissa should have counted this point at the beginning, so he didn't reject Brother's proposal, he thinks, and received Compared to deception, exploitation, grief, and pain, you will receive enough rewards. This is my guess."

Chen Changsheng said: "You know, I am not Tang Tang, nor Wang Po, and I am not good at calculating accounts."

This sentence has a deep meaning. The Pope smiled slightly and did not take it. He continued: "Your blood should no longer be a problem in the future. She didn't dare to eat you, and no one dares to have greed for you. , Unless the devil personally shot, but now he is too busy with himself, should not be able to threaten you."

Chen Changsheng asked: "What happened?"

The Pope said: "There is no definite news yet. I only know that the old city of Snow has been closed for three days."

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