Way of Choices

Tang Thirty-six looked back and forth between the two of them and asked, "Why discuss such a serious and even terrible thing, can you still be so calm?"

Chen Changsheng said: "I told you at the National College of Education that I had been ill since I was a child, but I couldn't live 20 years old."

Tang Thirty-six certainly won't forget that thing.

At that time, the National College of Education was sorrowful.

Every word Chen Changsheng said was a last word when they heard it.

Folded sleeves said: "I have had this disease since childhood."

Yes, in a sense, Chen Changsheng has a very similar misery to the life of the folded sleeve.

When they came to this world, they knew they could not stay here for too long.

There is no more accurate description than the so-called life to death.

In a certain period of time in the past, they must have been low, disappointed and even desperate, staring at the shadow of death until the last numbness, so calm.

As of today, they are still very young, but to say that their attitude towards death is even more indifferent than that of most elderly people in the world.

This is amazing, even more sad, and somewhat sad.

Household thirty-two sighed.

Ye Xiaolian, who had never spoken, turned around and wiped her eyes.

The cliff is quiet and the atmosphere is a bit low.

Tang Thirty-six's feeling is even more weird, and inexplicably feels a little sorry, Nane said: "Should I have been sick since childhood?"

Folded sleeves said with no expression: "You are already sick."

Tang Thirty-six asked with wide eyes, "What's wrong?"

Chen Changsheng said: "Wealthy disease?"

Tang Thirty-six sees that they are still in a mood to tease themselves, knowing that the situation is not as tense and bad as he thought, and slightly relaxed, patted the shoulders of the folded sleeves and said, "Then go, whether it is Longtan Tiger Cave or Wanwan Sword Dazheng, I will accompany you today to meet your last wish."

What this said is naturally the mountain opposite the cloud shrouded.

Folded sleeves said: "I don't necessarily die, so I can't say it is a will."

Chen Changsheng said: "Yes, I have lived to be twenty years old."

Tang Thirty-six asked: "Then why are we going to Lishan?"

Chen Changsheng said: "Because Lishan is there."

(There is a saying in the guest—why fight? Because the enemy is there! From the famous sayings in the mountaineering world, it’s sour, but I think it’s so cute, knowing that it’s so cheap and unpleasant to use, But I can’t help it anymore. Please keep your eyes closed.)

Why go to Lishan?

Because the seven rooms are just off the mountain, Folded Sleeve wants to see her, it's that simple.

Moreover, it is very close to the mountain and the Virgin Peak. It will not take long to get there.

For Chen Changsheng, apart from satisfying the idea of ​​folding sleeves, the more important reason for this trip to Lishan is that he once read a certain sword theory in Daozang and mentioned that there is a method of Lishan Jianzong that should help him break. Sleeve temporarily stabilized the condition, but I don't know if anyone from Lishan has practiced this method.

The iron chains in the clouds are looming, swinging in the wind and looking extremely dangerous, but it is not difficult for Chen Changsheng and his party.

It didn't take long for them to cross the bottomless mountain stream and reach the mountain opposite.

Under the leadership of Ye Xiaolian, they crossed the steep stone path between the cliffs and headed towards the north peaks.

I don't know how long I walked, bypassing several green mountains, and everyone finally saw the main peak of Lishan far away.

The main peak of the mountain is separated by clouds, and there are dense vegetation underneath. The peaks on the clouds are all rocks, like a towering stone pillar, shining in the sun with dazzling light, looking far away It's like a giant sword ready to pierce the sky at any time.

Looking at this stone peak, Chen Changsheng and others intuitively came across with a sharp sword.

They even have a feeling that the light refracted by the mountain can be turned into a sword spirit between heaven and earth at any time.

The closer to the main peak of the mountain, the feeling became clearer and clearer, but I never saw the flying sword inquire, only occasionally saw the sword light shining in the depths of the clouds-they only knew this through the introduction of Ye Xiaolian It should be that the disciples of Zhu Feng are diligently practicing the sword.

Chen Changsheng's talent in swordsmanship is extremely high, and his research on Lishan swordsmanship is extremely deep. Only from the traces of sword light can we determine what swordsmanship and practice is practiced by the disciples of Lishan swordsmanship in the cloud and mist. Kendo, to what extent today's attainments have been reached, is very admirable.

Folding the sleeves and Tang Sanshi's feelings of seeing those sword lights are more from intuition. They feel that the sword lights are dazzling, the sword intentions are strong, but they are extremely bright and upright, giving people a sense of uprightness, and they are particularly youthful and upright. Have a very fresh vitality.

Even though there are many stories with Lishan Jianzong in the past few years, Tang Thirty-six never liked each other and had to admit that it reminded him of the National College of Education.

His favorite, his State College.

The same is true for Chang Xiu and Chen Changsheng, even thinking that if he hadn't entered the National College of Education, he would be an excellent choice to come to Shanshan to practice.

Obliquely upward along the stone road, the terrain gradually becomes higher, the forest becomes colder, the leaves become thinner, the mountain wind becomes more swift, the clouds are dispersed a lot, and the scenery between the peaks can gradually be seen clearly.

I saw countless Dao Pings with Jianguang in every aspect, and some disciples in front of the secluded cave house were crossing their knees to realize the sword.

Ye Xiaolian introduced to them that the caves were often the residences of the elders from the mountain, the pavilion with red maple was the punishment hall, and the stone house in the higher part was the sword hall. The small white courtyard is a disciple's courtyard, and go forward...

"What stone is this?"

Tang Thirty-six asked a piece of stone next to the road that seemed to have been washed with water for thousands of years and seemed extremely smooth.

The square stone is not special in terms of shape, but there is some kind of sword breath faintly, which is obviously not a mortal thing.

Ye Xiaolian said, "Fang Wujian was the best in the three hundred years of the sword grinding of the Lishan Patriarch. It is said that this is the piece of sword grinding stone."

Tang Thirty-six said: "If the rumors are true, it is really a treasure. I don't know how many crystals can be exchanged for getting to the old snow city for auction."

Ye Xiaolian said angrily: "What you need to consider is not how much money can be exchanged, but the problem that you can still live a few days under the full pursuit of Shan Jianzong."

Tang Thirty-six said nothing, "It's just a joke, why should he be so serious."

After he had finished speaking, he was ready to move forward, and Ye Xiaolian shouted again.

"Now this stone is called the Jiejian Stone, and any monk who carries out the main peak of the mountain needs to remove the sword here to show respect."

Ye Xiaolian said: "You walked over like this, and if something happened later, don't blame me for not saying it in advance."

"It's so arrogant."

Tang Thirty-six didn't like Li Shanjian Zongben, and he was usually the most arrogant person, saying, "I don't understand, what can I do?"

Ye Xiaolian knew his temper, and did not continue to stimulate him, saying: "It's okay to not understand the sword, but you need to wait for the disciple from the mountain to pick it up."

Tang Thirty-six felt troublesome and didn't believe what was going on. He just walked past.

Seeing this scene, Chen Changsheng shook his head.

When Tang Xianshi walked past Jie Jianshi, a sword sword breath that was not fierce but extremely mellow suddenly emerged from the stone.

Wenshui sword's sheath had a light trace like a water ripple, and then buzzed, as if it was some kind of response, and it seemed like some kind of explanation.

Swish swish, the sound of breaking the sky intensively rang between the peaks, I saw dozens of white lines in the clouds.

Dozens of swords came to the field, hovering quietly in the air, and the sharp blade pointed at Chen Changsheng and others.

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