Way of Choices

what does this mean? Does it mean that those broken meridians have been repaired?

Chen Changsheng looked at the picture in front of him, shocked and speechless.

Countless large rivers flow freely between the fields, irrigating the paddy fields on both sides.

In the wilderness, you can also see many lakes, large or small, star-studded.

The beautiful landscapes, beautiful scenery, and thousands of meteorology are now in his body.

It turned out that the normal meridians are like this.

It turned out that the perfect qi is like that.

It turned out that true qi runs in the meridians, it should have been such a smooth and smooth, rather than the stagnation that I have been feeling before.

Chen Changsheng stared blankly, but before he had time to give birth to joy, he felt sentimental.

Yes, he is still alive, and it looks like he will live better than before.

His illness... seemed to be cured.

There is no more curse.

Destiny was overthrown.

Although he is still sitting and taking photos, he seems to be able to feel that his body has become much lighter, and seems to have released countless burdens.

The edge of the sky in front of him, there is no longer the shadow that is inseparable from him for seven years, and some are just great rivers and mountains, infinitely bright!

He opened his eyes.

Saw her figure.

With her hands on her back, she stood on the edge of Shinto and looked at the night sky, her clothes slightly damp.

In the rainy night in the distance, the last extremely thick lightning fell, illuminating the entire Tianshuling, and also reflected her figure unusually tall.

He didn't know what to say.

Except thank you.

Tianhai Shenghou's answer is very polite, it seems that she is just doing a small thing.

But why?

"I save you, not because you are my son, nor because of the three squirrels, because I don't like you like that."

"Then why do you save me?"

"I am the will, you are my son, you are the continuation of my will."

"I don't understand."

The Queen of Heaven and Sea did not make a specific explanation, and she did not need to explain what she did, even if the object was him.

"I heard you said that your illness cannot be cured, it is life."

Chen Changsheng was silent, this sentence did say, to Xu Yourong, to Xiao Heilong, to himself many times.

"Even if this is really your life, I won't let you die, you can't die."

Tianhai Sheng said.

Back in Hanshan, Xu Yourong said he would not be killed.

At the bottom of Beixin Bridge, Little Black Dragon also said that he would not let him die.

The feeling of Tianhai Shenghou saying this sentence is naturally very different.

Because she said it, she can do it.

Even her opponent is called destiny.

"I believe in fate, but I have never respected it."

Empress Tianhai looked at the starry sky and said blankly: "Since you want to change your life against the sky, of course you cannot respect it, you can only use it."

Chen Changsheng remembered the first sentence written by Wang Zhice in his notes.

They are all truly amazing people, and their attitudes towards fate may be somewhat different, but they are essentially the same.

At this time the wind stopped and the rain rested, the night clouds gradually dispersed, the stars revealed their true contents, and the fate hidden behind them did not know what they looked like.

The Queen of Heaven and Sea looked at the starry sky and said, "Heaven wants you to die, and I want you to live. Heaven says that you will not die, and I will die. Then I will fight it to see who is stronger."

Then she withdrew her eyes and looked at the world outside the Tianshuling, saying, "As for these people, they are just clowns."

As the voice fell, the wind winded up and down the Tianshuling, lifting the corner of her coat.

Her people are still standing on the peak of Tianshuling, but it gives Chen Changsheng a feeling as if she has gone thousands of miles away.

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Xining Town, tens of thousands of miles away, has a quiet night and a creek.

The swimming fish rested quietly in the stone cracks, the petals floated from the upstream, around the pair of bare feet like white jade, no longer left.

The monk lowered his head and looked at the flower fish in Qingxi, thoughtfully.

A footstep sounded from the bank of the river. It was calm and soothing, but it seemed to contain countless wind and thunder.

The fishes in the bottom of the stream were scattered in panic and burrowed deeper into the stone cracks, but they could not find the road, and they kept hitting the edges of the sharp rocks and spurting blood.

The blood of the fish diffused in the stream, and the petals were painted red, and the petals left his bare feet and met in the small swirls on the surface of the stream.

The monk meditation for a moment, looked up at the other side of the stream, his expression was dignified.

Tian Hai Sheng held his hands on his back and stood by the stream, looking at him expressionlessly.

Tens of thousands of miles, to her soul, is just a matter of thought.

The monk lifted his left foot from the stream, bent beneath him, and the thumb of his left hand coincided with the unknown thumb, as if it had not touched, and a lotus seal was formed.

He holds a string of dark brown rosary beads in his right hand, and turns slowly on his own. Between the rosary beads walking, the true meaning of his own time segment remains.

After looking at Tianhai Sheng, he opened his lips slightly and began to read the Scriptures.

The verses he recited were a bit special, not common Dao Scriptures, but a somewhat obscure text, with a strange tone, and a rhythm between the ups and downs.

This is Buddha.

Buddhism has long broken its heritage on this continent, but Tianhai Sheng understands this. The green silk on the temples seems to be thinking about something without the wind.

As the sound of Buddha sounded, the petals in the vortex on the surface of the stream were more closely combined and gradually merged into a lotus.

The pure and clear Holy Light gradually overflowed from the overlapping petals.

Tianhai Shenghou stood by the stream, but seemed to be standing in the high night sky.

It was not her body that came to Xining Town, but the projection of her soul in the space, which was very tall as she moved with her mind.

An indescribable coercion emanated from her body, and her eyes became extremely bright, like real stars.

The lotus flowers in the stream gradually left the vortex and flew around, a few flew towards her, but more towards the opposite bank.

The monk's expression became more solemn, and the speed of the rosary in his hand became slower, as if it were a mountain moving between palms.

The creek became absolutely still, and there was no longer any sign of flow. The trees by the creek seemed to want to stay still with it, but were swayed everywhere by the sudden violent night wind.

Tianhai Shenghou looked at the monk and said, "Since you dare to return, then don't think about leaving again."

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Thousands of households are still asleep, and Taoists are always awake.

He looked at the direction of Tianshuling, a dignified expression appeared between his brows, and then turned to leave.

The night rain had faded, and he turned and walked into the night, not knowing where he was going.

The next moment, his figure appeared on the bank of Naihe Bridge above Luoshui.

He took a very delicate hourglass from his sleeve and rested it on the railing.

The walk of time is silent, and it is often easy to be ignored by people until there are various measuring tools.

The hourglass is undoubtedly the most primitive tool for measuring time, but because it is primitive, it is reliable.

The Taoist looked at the hourglass calmly and knew that after another 27 breaths, he could determine his true position for convenience.

The thin sand flow pours down from the upper part of the water leak, and when the flow is completely exhausted, the Taoist disappears again.

Just after he disappeared, a cold breath appeared on the Neihe Bridge. Luoshui sensed it, creating waves, then quickly calming down, and even some ice chips on the river.

A black shadow appeared at the position where the Taoist had previously stood, that was the wishful wish by the waist of Tianhai Saint.

That ruin seemed to hide an extremely powerful soul, no longer a dead thing, searching for the whereabouts of the Taoist.

In the cold cave at the bottom of Beixin Bridge, a little girl in black was sleeping, and the cinnabar-like wound between her eyebrows seemed extra bright.

The Taoist has now arrived outside a lamb bun shop on the northwest side of Kyoto.

He glanced at the hourglass in his hand and knew that this time he could only stay for 23 breaths.

The time required for Tianhai Shenghou to determine his true position is getting shorter and shorter, which also means that he is getting closer and closer to finding his true position.

If she can determine the position of the Taoist, she will definitely kill it with all her strength.

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Tianhai Shenghou stood at the top of Tianshu Mausoleum, looking calmly at the direction of the palace.

It's been a long time tonight, and it's not long before the dawn comes.

However, Ligong has always been very quiet. The old man who lived there, the old man she had to treat with care, never made her voice.

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Zhu Luo, stargazers, different kind of red, infinite green, these stormy giants, all heard the voice of Tianhai Shenghou.

The fifteen Chen princes who sneaked into Kyoto in the dark of night, as well as those opponents who were already about to move, also heard her voice.

The voice was very indifferent, but it was so domineering.

Previously, Taoists said that she dared not eat Chen Changsheng because she was timid, dared not to gamble, and was afraid of the existence of Tiandao.

However, she didn't even bother to use Chen Changsheng's fruit to bet on the direction of Tiandao, but she wanted to bet against Tiandao!

Except for a few strong men, no one knows that the goddess of the Queen Mother has gone tens of thousands of miles away. Her strongest carry-on implement is also searching for enemies in the streets of Kyoto. People are watching her Standing quietly on the top of the Tianshu Mausoleum with his hands on his back, an unstoppable tremor grew in his heart.

It is the highest point in Kyoto and the highest point in the world because she has stood there for more than two hundred years.

The ground in the distance suddenly shivered, and the accumulated rain splashed with it, turning into a lot of water splashing around.

There was a thunderous thunder on the field, and occasionally lightning illuminated there, illuminating countless looming figures of cavalry.

Thunder is real and hoof.

In addition to the northern fortresses, such as Yongxueguan, which require heavy defenses, tens of thousands of the most elite Dazhou cavalry are marching towards Kyoto under the leadership of eleven **** generals!

They are the most loyal subordinates who ruled the world in the heavenly queen, and they are also the most powerful forces.

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