Way of Choices

Listening to this, Shiping became very quiet all around.

Everyone understood that it must have been Wang Bao’s first year of observing the stele in Tianshuling, and it was a waste of life to confirm that he would stay here again, but as many people did not give up, so he also tried to take a shortcut, but in the end he just Standing all night in front of this line, when the morning light turned, he turned and left.

Outside Tianshuling, Mao Qiuyu looked at the man under the tree.

The man was silent.

Xun Mei was silent for a moment, and understood why the Khan Qingshen, as the guardian of the tomb, should say this to himself: "So you know who I am, Senior."

The armor under the pavilion was still immobile, and the vicissitudes of voice came from the shadows: "Of course I know who you are. Decades ago, the mainland practitioners began to welcome the latest wildflower blossom in full bloom. Jia Xiaozhang, immobile like a mountain, treading snow and Xunmei...Your qualifications are the best, the most promising, and the hope of confrontation with the Devil is yours...you saw the stone monument in the Tianshu Ling I’ve watched you look at it for 37 years. You’re really good. Since you broke your heart barrier tonight, why don’t you leave but want to try the wrong way?”

"No, my heart barrier is right in front of me. I just saw it and it didn't break. As for the misguided path, it may not be the right way."

Xun Mei's eyes glanced over the pavilion and landed on the Tianshu Mausoleum again.

Han Qing's voice rang again after a moment of silence: "Wang Po is a wise man. Since you are targeting him, at least you must show the same wisdom."

"Yes, I want to surpass him in my life. Now it seems that at least in this matter, he is not as good as me." Xun Mei said.

Khan Qing said indifferently: "He is not as stupid as you?"

Xun Mei thought about it and said, "He is not as stupid as I am."

Khan Qing was silent for a moment, and said, "reasonable."

In the woods outside the Tianshuling, the man's hand fell on the locust tree in front of him, still silent.

"In more than a hundred years, you were the first person to break into the Shinto." Han Qing continued in the pavilion in the south of Tianshu Ling.

Xun Mei said, "I'm stupid."

The meaning of the words stupid and stupid seems to be the same, but there is a big difference.

"Stupid people may be blessed."

Khan Qing said: "My tomb-keeper is part of the Heavenly Book Tomb. If you win me, you can go to the Shinto."

Xun Mei's expression was calm, and his hand was a gift.

This is the rule of Tianshuling, and its due meaning. It can surpass the first **** general on the mainland, and it must be a strong man at the level of the Five Saints or the Eighteen Winds and Rain. North Korean rules? It was just that Chen Changsheng always felt that Khan Qingshen said this to the teenagers outside Pingwai.

Xun Mei looked at her feet, where Shiping ended, Shinto started there, and the black end was holy white.

Then he raised his knees.

Under the gazebo, the sweat still did not look up, his face was in the shadow of the armor, and his voice became indifferent: "Xunmei, although you are more meaningful to human beings, I am a tomb-keeper, but the sky Ling’s rules, so I won’t keep my hand. You can also take it as you please without any hesitation.”

Thirty-seven years of long dreams woke up and went to Lingding to see the truth. Where did Xunmei hesitate? Just as if he had not heard this sentence, he took a step forward.

At this step, he walked unusually, his feet fell on the ground, he was casual, and there was no sound.

The sound in front of the pavilion is still the sound of water, the sound of falling rocks in the cliffs on the west side, and the sound of clear water in the shallow canal of Pingshang.

Xun Mei's feet crossed the line.

The Tianshuling shrouded in the darkness suddenly became brighter.

At night, the lights are subtle, and the light source that can illuminate the entire Tianshuling can only come from the sky and from the stars.

Chen Changsheng looked up and saw that the stars in the night sky were extremely brilliant, squinting his eyes subconsciously.

In fact, the stars in the sky haven't really turned on, and even if they were there, it's impossible for the naked eye to distinguish them. This is purely a feeling, or a sense of consciousness.

The people beside Shiping all have induction, but no one is more clear than Chen Changsheng's induction, because no one is more peaceful and profound than his consciousness.

He even faintly felt that of the countless stars in the night sky, which one had become brighter before.

That star is far in the depths of the southeast star field, or it is the life star of Xun Mei.

Take a step forward to see the truth, life star feels, suddenly bright, Xunmei...what realm has been repaired?

Chen Changsheng thought of the starry sky he saw while meditating in the Lingyan Pavilion, and felt a shock.

The bright starlight turned the mountains of Tianshuling into a silver world.

Xunmei was standing in front of the pavilion, and the hair that had been bundled up in the courtyard before, I don't know when to re-spread. The dirt seemed to be washed away by the starlight in an instant.

He stood between Shinto and Shiping, his body stayed where he was, and he didn't walk towards the pavilion... but he already walked toward the pavilion!

A footprint clearly appeared on Shinto!

Shinto is paved with white stones, and the footprints are wet, so naturally it is very clear.

Xun Mei came from the water, and his shoes were naturally wet.

Looking at this scene, Chen Changsheng's eyes widened and his folded sleeves froze in place. They grew up in the old temple of Xining Town and the bitter cold snowfield. It is rare to see this kind of battle between the real powerhouses. How to explain these footprints, relatively speaking, the four sons of Lishan Jianzong and the thirty-sixth of Tang should be calmer.

The wet footprints kept appearing on the Shinto ground, like an invisible person walking.

Xun Mei looked quietly under the gazebo.

It didn't take long for the footprints to extend towards the gazebo for more than ten feet.

A loud snap!

Under the gazebo, the night breeze started.

Han Qing still lowered his head and never pulled the sword, but the sword in the sheath beside him was already eager to try, half an inch away from the sheath.

It was only half an inch, but it seemed to be completely sheathed.

Several dusts erupted from the edge of the scabbard and filled the pavilion.

With the spread of these sword dusts, an extremely powerful breath emerged from the pavilion, lying above the Shinto.

This breath is still like iron, still bloody, and solemnly found, like an old city wall stained with the blood of countless sergeants.

No one can see the wall, but everyone knows that the wall is here, just above the Shinto.

Xun Mei's footsteps stopped, and after a long time, the wet footprints did not appear on Shinto again.

His eyes passed through the pavilion and the powerful man under the pavilion, and fell on the distant Tianshu mausoleum, as if the fire rope touched the charcoal fire, and began to burn violently in the crackling noise.

The sight starts to burn, the eyes start to burn, and the eyes start to burn.

Xun Mei's eyes became extremely bright, like a new star.

His body leaned forward slowly.

A wet footprint appeared again on Shinto.

If a sword is a city, he will smash the wall directly!

On the Shinto road, the water trace gradually appeared, and the footprints continued, that is his way.

He had to go to Shinto and walk under the pavilion until he reached the top of the Heavenly Book Tomb.

He walked step by step, his face getting paler and more painful, but his eyes were full of joy.

Life is true only when suffering.

What he wants to see is truth.

With the passage of time, the footprints on Shinto kept moving forward, approaching the pavilion.

There was still more than a hundred feet between Xunmei and the pavilion, but he could already see the dark eyes under the armor!

Two extremely powerful breaths confronted silently in the south of Tianshu Ling.

The clear water in the shallow canal tumbled in horror, and then gradually flowed away, the soft and invisible water gradually took shape.

Even the hard black stone ground began to deform, and was slightly subsidenced by those two breaths, turning into a curve.

It seems that there is an extremely huge and invisible stone ball that fell on the ground!

Rock debris soared, and the edge of the channel made a bitter twist.

Chen Changsheng and others kept backing away to avoid being affected. They looked at the cracked ground in front of their eyes, and then looked at the two people on Shinto, their eyes full of awe.

The confrontation between the two breaths did not last long.

Xun Mei stared under the gazebo and screamed!

This clear whistle seemed to be a babble on the stage, and as soon as the order came, someone spilled a piece of paper on top. Those pieces of paper are fake snow, and at this time, there is actually real snow falling!

No, it is not snow, but starlight! Starlight cut into chips!

The starlight turned into crumbs and rustled down, no different from snow.

Xun Mei stood in the snow, as if returning to the old days.

He was still a teenager at that time, and stood in front of his husband's door for three days and three nights until the snow covered his knees.

What year was that year? It was thirty-seven years ago, an earlier year.

After nearly fifty years of hard work and thirty-seven years of observing the monument, he was no longer a child who was weak and could not help but suffer from wind and snow until he was seriously ill.

He is already a real strong man about to arrive from the Holy Land!

Those teenagers who were fighting on the outside of Ping didn't realize that Xun Mei's realm had reached this level until now, and they were shocked and speechless.

At this time, the tomb-keeper under the gazebo raised his head.

The darkness that was always shrouded in armor was finally illuminated.

It was an old and indifferent face.

Stop drinking!

Countless dust burst out from the countless gaps in the armor!

He sat in front of Shinto for hundreds of years.

This dust has been around for hundreds of years.

Hundreds of years ago, the war between humans and demons has reached the end.

He is Wang Zhice's last assistant.

He finally looked up and looked at Xunmei, his gaze was the sharpest sword.

And his sword finally finally emerged from the sheath!

The starlight was shredded into crumbs and fell slowly.

The sword of the **** of history, like a golden horse, like an iron horse.

Before the gazebo, it was already a snowfield!

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For Xun Mei, the shredded starlight was the snow in front of Mr. Door.

For Han Qing, the shredded starlight was the snow on the battlefield.

Different snow represents different persistence, and each has its own persistence.

At a distance of more than a hundred feet, Xun Mei looked at the old face as if it were in front of him.

This battle has finally reached the final moment, when it is time to divide the victory and defeat, the two strong men have released their most terrifying means. The teenagers fighting in the appearance of Shiping can no longer support, even if Retreating again and again, still swayed by this violent wind and snow, may fall at any time.

At this moment, Gou Hanshou reached out and held Chen Changsheng's left arm. Chen Changsheng would feel overwhelmed, firmly grasp Liang Banhu's arms, and stand tightly with each other's arms, finally stabilizing his body, just Like the little trees in the snow that look not so tough, they are tightly arranged in a row, trying hard to resist the power of nature.

It has been so hard to watch the battle in the distance, and you can imagine what the two in the battle are bearing.

In the blizzard battle between the generals of a hundred battles and the scholars of the underworld, who wins and loses?

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(Tired, the next chapter... strive to be written before twelve o'clock.)

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