Way of Choices

The fence was pushed down, the night wind was able to enter and exit more happily, the temperature around the hut became lower, and the oil lamp in the house looked particularly dim compared to the starlight that spilled over the courtyard. Chen Changsheng walked into the courtyard and looked at the stone The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but didn't know what to say.

Xun Mei was a powerful man with amazing talents. Now he has been observing the monument in Tianshuling for more than 30 years. He has no idea how far he has grown. He naturally knows that these teenagers have come behind him and said, "It’s not afraid to dare." There is no embarrassment, but I know that he is not as good as him now, so what is the point of going out?"

Folded sleeves were expelled from the tribe at an early age, but they survived and grew up in battle. Although they knew that this middle-aged man was extremely powerful, he still could not accept this attitude. Shen Sheng said: "No one has fought, how can you know that you are inferior? What is the point of trapping yourself in the Heavenly Book Tomb?"

Xun Mei's voice became a little lonely: "I have been in Tianshuling for thirty-seven years, and I have not communicated with the outside world. I gave up my favorite paintings and paintings when I was a teenager. I only need to fill my stomach when I eat, and only keep warm when I sleep. Time is used to observe Taoist Tao, practice meditation, but I still have no way to catch up with him. I also want to know what the meaning of living is."

"Do you know Wang Po's current state of affairs?" Tang Thirty-six was surprised, and said: "I thought the mountains do not know the time, you will ask us."

"After the annual dynasty test, Tianshuling will come to new people. After a while, Brother will send someone to see me. I don’t care much about other world affairs, I don’t care who is the emperor, but I really want to know the status of Wang Po , So I know his status quo, the status quo every year."

Xunmei stood up, looking out at the night outside the Tianshuling and the faintly visible lights of Kyoto, saying: "The year I entered the Tianshuling, he was the top of the Qingyun list, and then I knew that he entered the gold list, ranking second. Later, he entered the Xiaoyao list and once again ranked in front of Xiao Zhang. I think he should be very happy at that moment."

Tian Liang Wang Po, painted Zhang Xiao, that was a celebrity one generation earlier than Chen Changsheng, and now Qiu Shan Jun status seems to be the real strongman of today's continent, Xun Mei should have the same as them. The name, but because of the observation of the monument in the Tianshu Mausoleum, he never went out, and was gradually forgotten by the mainland, at least people like Chen Changsheng did not know.

"If you haven't stayed in Tianshuling all the time, your name must be on the Xiaoyao list, and it will most likely rank in the top five." Tang Sanshi looked at him and said.

Xun Mei turned around and looked at the three young men and said, "The top five... are indeed pretty, but they are not the first, after all, will they be behind him?"

Tang Thirty-six couldn't understand this mentality and said, "Will you stay in the Heavenly Book Tomb and be forgotten by the world, can you get peace?"

"Tianshuling is possible, the only possibility for me to surpass Wang Po."

The chill between Xun Mei's eyebrows became stronger and stronger, but it was not intimidating, but just became more firm: "As long as I stay in the Tianshu Mausoleum and continue to observe the Taoist enlightenment, one day, I can successfully reach At the top of the Tianshu Mausoleum, the true meaning of Tiandao is fully understood. How can Wang Po be my opponent on that day?"

The courtyard was quiet, and I didn't know what small animals had burrowed out of the fallen fence, making a rustling sound, as if they were opposing this passage.

"Senior, how many monuments have you seen in these thirty-seven years?" Chen Changsheng suddenly asked.

Listening to this question, Xun Mei frowned slightly, lowered his head and thought about it seriously, and then said: "In the beginning of the year, I spent three months to understand the seventeen monuments. After a heavy rain, the speed dropped afterwards. In winter, I watched five or six more?"

In the thirty-seven years in Tianshuling, this period of time is so long that he has forgotten a lot of the details of the earliest times, and he needs to remember it very carefully before he can remember it. He seriously recalled the snow and rain once, and said, "It seems that I saw four monuments in the second year and three in the third year? Some can't remember it."

He shook his head and looked at Chen Changsheng: "I really can't remember the total number."

"But it is obvious that the speed of your observation of seniors is getting slower and slower." Chen Changsheng said after a moment of hesitation: "Excuse me for being rude, maybe you can't remember how many monuments you have seen in these 37 years, but you should I can remember how many years I have not been able to read the inscription on a monument."

Xun Mei's body shook slightly, her face became pale, and her old, greasy clothes fluttered in the night breeze.

"It takes only three months to read the inscriptions on the 17 stone tablets. This kind of gifted insight is really admirable and very remarkable. I believe that if the stone house was not destroyed by His Majesty Taizong, we You should see your name on the top, but..."

Tang Thirty-six shook his head and said: "Since you can only go to this point with your talents, why do you have to continue to suffer here? I remember it very clearly that Wang Po only watched it in Tianshuling for a year. After seeing 31 stone tablets, he left."

Xun Mei's eyes suddenly brightened, as if he was anxious to express himself, and said repeatedly: "Although I can't remember how many stone tablets I have read in total, I am sure that there must be more than 31! I see more stone tablets than he sees!"

"What about then?"

Tang Thirty-six was once a student of Tiandao Academy. Looking at this middle-aged man in Luotuo, he subconsciously wanted to help each other. Hearing this sadly, he sighed: "With Wang Po's talented understanding, if he also Continue to stay in Tianshuling for a few more years, and certainly be able to read a few more stone tablets, but why did he leave firmly? It is because he knows his limit is there, and stays here, even if he can see a few more stone tablets, and The years spent in the Tianshuling are not directly proportional, that is a waste."

Xun Mei was a little angry to hear this, but found that she didn't know how to refute it. For a time, she couldn't help but stunned, and the courtyard in front of the hut became quiet again.

"You mean... I have been wasting my life in Tianshuling all these years?"

He shook his head and said with a slight trembling voice: "No! His talent and understanding are far superior to me. Apart from Tianshuling, what else can help me exceed him? Yes, he is still above me now, but if I can’t surpass him outside the tomb in Tianshuling. What hope can I have if I leave Tianshuling?"

"Stone steles in Tianshuling can help us practice, but there are many things outside Tianshuling that can help us practice, otherwise why would Wang Po become so powerful?"

Suddenly, the folded sleeve, who hadn't said much, said suddenly.

Xun Mei frowned, saying, "What could be better outside the Tianshuling to help us practice than those stone tablets with supreme ingenuity?"

"There are many."

Folded sleeves said indifferently: "Combat, wind and rain, the world itself, and poverty and bitter cold. The most important thing is that there is life and death outside the Tianshuling."

Xun Mei opened her mouth slightly, and was speechless for a long time.

Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng felt a lot of emotion in his heart. He was obviously a teenager, and his realm of strength was far worse than that of Xun Mei. At this time, he spoke to Xun Mei like a teacher educated a child. The wolf cubs who grew up on the snowy field are more real and accurate than the monks who have been in the Tianshu Ling for thirty-seven years.

"But... this is thirty-seven years..."

Xun Mei turned to look at the Heavenly Book Tomb in the night, his expression was a little confused, and he said to himself: "There are still many stone tablets on it that I can't understand, and I don't know how to read, I really want to know. If I can climb Lingding, reading those monuments and mastering the true meaning of Heaven and Dao will definitely be able to overcome Wang Po. How can I be reconciled if I want to leave like this?"

After saying this, he shook his head bitterly and walked out of the courtyard.

The starlight fell on the garden and also on his hair. I don't know if it was a problem of light. Chen Changsheng always felt that he saw a few white hairs. For a time, the night wind seemed to be a little colder. ,

"Where is he going?"

Looking at Xun Mei's somewhat sloppy back, slightly staggering, Chen Changsheng was a little worried whether he was too stimulated by his spirit.

Tang Thirty-six said with some pity: "It should be to go to Tianshuling to see the stele... For thirty-seven years, maybe every night he has been like this."

The starlight is very bright, and it is difficult to write or write, but it is okay to observe the monument. There is also a faint light in the Tianshu Mausoleum.

"He didn't go to the monument."

Suddenly, the expression on Folded Sleeve's face changed, looking at Xunmei, who was about to disappear in Yelin, and said, "The road to the monument is in Lingbei, he is going south."

Tang Thirty-six was startled, and said, "Are you confused, actually going the wrong way?"

Chen Changsheng regretted and said: "Seniors are in the mausoleum, or they are a bit unclear, but the situation is different. We think the right reason is not reasonable for him. And we are juniors after all. Isn't it too much?"

"Wrong is wrong, wasting life is a waste of life, and has nothing to do with the predecessors and seniors." Folded sleeves said without expression.

"Um... I want to follow along and hope nothing happens."

Chen Changsheng walked out of the fence. Tang 36 also followed, folding his sleeves and watching the fence falling on the ground for a while, and left the hut.

This grass hut is in the southwest of Tianshuling. After the forest and walking not far south, you can hear the roar of dozens of waterfalls in Lingnan.

In the darkness, Xun Mei's figure could be seen faintly. The three teenagers walked through the spring-like water droplets, and then came to the stone pavement full of shallow canals.

The starlight fell on Shiping, and the clear water in the ditch swayed gently. The picture was very beautiful.

Xun Mei stepped over the shallow canals, stepped out of the water splashes, wet the clothes, but ignored them, and seemed a little lost.

He came to the Shinto and looked up at the top of the Tianshu Mausoleum, with a slight expression on his face.

Thirty-seven years, countless days and nights, he just wanted to go there, but it was a pity that he never went.

Although this Shinto passed through the top of the Tianshu Mausoleum, he could not go up.

Because the man was in armor, sitting quietly in the gazebo in front of Shinto.

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(I’m not in a good state today, just this chapter. Tomorrow I will write 8,000 words and strive for the next plot in one go. The next paragraph is a scene I particularly like. Going to Lingnan is naturally not about playing basketball, but Suddenly thought at this time, in fact, the things in the core are the same.)

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