Way of Choices

There are many people who use swords in the world, but now when mentioning the practice of Kendo, most people would think that Chen Changsheng is the highest.

Because Chen Changsheng has learned countless swordsmanship, there are countless swords, and he also learned swords with Su Li.

In fact, although the Robb Swordsmanship is not as great as Chen Changsheng’s, the swordsmanship is definitely not under Chen Changsheng’s, and even better.

I don't know how long it took. The Xuehe River suddenly broke. It was a very steep channel with a difference of more than ten feet.

Ice and snow covered the field and the river channel. At the point where the river channel broke, the river below the ice rushed out and made a roaring sound.

The Tsing Yi monster walked to a boulder in the middle of the river.

The river is like a waterfall, mixed with ice and snow, pouring down from both sides of the boulder.

Mu Jiu Shi sat at the forefront of the boulder and looked at the unclean, somewhat muddy river, not knowing what to think about.

Tsing Yi geek said a few words with Mu Jiu poetry.

Rob hides between frost grass and looks at the side quietly.

Too far apart, the sound of water was too loud, he could not hear clearly what the two were talking about, but he could draw the scene at this time.

The charcoal pen moved on the white paper, making a slight friction sound, and soon two people on the Xuehe River, the Chaos Waterfall and the boulder appeared.

The Tsing Yi stranger suddenly turned around and glanced into the mountain forest by the river.

Rob's hand holding the charcoal pencil was a little stiff.

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After leaving the Gobi, Chen Changsheng continued to walk to Wenshui City, but now he is not only surrounded by Nan Ke, but also has more sleeves and Guan Feibai.

He knew very well that there must be a lot of troubles on the southern road, and after entering Wenshui City, he would face more troubles.

Neither he nor folded his sleeves said why he went to Wenshui.

Just like at the beginning, after he defeated Zhou Ziheng outside the National College of Education, he got into the carriage and headed towards the Beibing Masi alley.

At the time, he and the guy did not say what to do.

At that time, they were going to pick up people in Zhouyu. Now, they are going to pick up people in Wenshui City.

That guy was in Wenshui City and had no news for a long time.

No matter whether these people met on the road really dare to stab Chen Changsheng, in short, many people do not want him to go to Wenshui.

So he must go to Wenshui.

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The new country has been in winter for three years. It was an unusual and clear sunny day. The winter clouds suddenly dispersed and the sun was rarely bright. Chen Changsheng and his party came to the field outside Wenshui City.

When he could see Wenshui City from afar, Wenshui City had already seen him.

It can be said with certainty that by this time, the entire Wenshui City knew that he was here.

But nothing happened.

Neither the Tang guards at the city gates nor the merchants and pedestrians seen along the way saw any strange emotions.

More precisely, those guards and vendors did not look at them, including customs clearance documents.

Wenshui City is very prosperous, with streets and lanes connected, extending in all directions, especially the main street that runs through the city from north to south, compared to Suzaku Street in Kyoto or Dongshen Avenue in Luoyang. It can accommodate eight carriages in parallel. Spacious and magnificent.

But when Chen Changsheng and others appeared, the street suddenly seemed a little crowded.

It was not that they deliberately blocked the footsteps of those vehicles and pedestrians, but that those vehicles and pedestrians began to change lanes when they were more than ten feet away from them.

Obviously, pedestrians and vehicles are walking around them, or hiding from them.

They are like a big rock in the river, squeezing the river to both sides.

Except for the curious children in the alley, no one looked at them, but they were away from them as if they were flood beasts.

The atmosphere is very strange, and Chen Changsheng even has a feeling, just like the fragrance from the restaurants, they dare not get close to them.

Looking down at the white wall and black eaves building towards the end of Long Street, there is no silence.

The building is still far away from them, but the ancient historical meaning has already come.

There is the famous Tang Family Ancestral Hall, which is said to have a longer history than Kyoto Imperial Palace.

Guan Feibai was also looking at the building, his right thumb, index finger, and **** slowly rubbing some old hilts, his eyes narrowed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

If the news from the divorce is correct, that guy should be locked there at this time.

Nanke didn't think about anything, holding Chen Changsheng's sleeve with two fingers, but just felt a little hungry and wanted to eat meat.

Chen Changsheng walked forward.

The crowd separated naturally, leaving the middle of the street like an ocean separated by divine power.

Chen Changsheng didn't go to the building with white walls and black eaves at the end of Long Street, he stopped somewhere, then turned and walked up the stone steps.

There is a quiet passage behind the stone steps. Inside the passage is a forest, and there is a Taoist temple in the depth of the forest.

It is the Bishop's Hall of Wenshui City.

The door of the Taoist Temple slowly closed.

Chen Changsheng and others no longer see it.

The merchants and pedestrians on the street suddenly stopped, and then looked at the closed door of the Taoist Temple.

In a quiet place, only a few barking dogs and children crying could be heard in the distance.

This picture is even more weird, like those mime in the old town of Snow.

I don't know how long it has passed. People have regained their gaze towards the Taoist Temple and continue to walk forward to return to their respective lives.

The door of the Taoist hall was tightly closed, and the forest with the remaining snow was silent.

No one knows what is happening inside.

Until the twilight comes.

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Pedestrians on the street no longer looked at the Taoist Temple in the woods, with a certain intention, but there were countless pairs of eyes looking at it elsewhere.

Wenshui passed through the city. One section of the water was gentle and the scenery was beautiful, just behind the Taoist Temple.

On the other side, there were seven vendors, six bureaucrats, three fortune tellers, two old people selling hemp sugar, and a little girl who bought fat powder all the time looking at the backyard of the palace.

There is also a bearded officer who occasionally glances over there.

The rays of the setting sun fall on the mirror-like water, turning into countless fires, like a burning sky.

The light then reflected back and fell on his face, the beard turned into a burning bush.

Rob thinks of the famous Wenshui style of the Tangs.

Each of the three sword strokes has a very nice name, namely-late Yunshou, sunset hanging, Yichuan Feng.

Was the former Tang family sage or this kind of scenery seen in this place, and felt that he would create such a wonderful and beautiful sword?

The back garden of the Taoist Temple is as quiet as usual, and no one can see one.

Suddenly, the sound of a piano sounded, like a water, very nice.

He turned his head to look around and saw a blind violinist who was sitting on the shore of Wenshui pulling the strings.

Although it was twilight, the light scattered on the west side was brighter and dazzling, but the blind luthier could not feel this. Instead of covering the light with his hands like others, he narrowed his eyes and followed the sound of the piano softly. Placing his head, he looked extremely enjoyable and intoxicated.

Looking at the scene, Rob walked to the luthier and threw a few pieces of silver.

Listening to the sound of falling silver, the blind luthier was more happy, his eyebrows seemed to fly, the movement of pulling the strings of his fingers became faster, but the genre suddenly turned and became low, no longer. Thousands of gold leaves on the river, but the old people of the city at sunset.

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(As I said before, there are 10,000 gold coins on the water under the sun. This kind of saying is more vulgar and I like to use it. I like to read his books, so I have been using it happily in recent years. Tianji is the richest place in the world, this usage is too suitable.)

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