Way of Choices

The dense snow and snow fell silently, and the surrounding of the abandoned well was quiet. The trees of Beixin Bridge had fallen out of their leaves, and the trunk carried snow, like a sentry with a gun. The Holy Queen held her hands and looked in the direction of the National College of Education in the distance. After a moment of silence, she said: "The Dachao Test is about to begin. Any ideas?"

"Admiral Pope took His Royal Highness into the academy according to your wishes, but there was no other statement."

Mo Yu looked at the side of the mother and said softly, "Actually, in my opinion, the easiest way is to kill Chen Changsheng directly, where there will be so much trouble."

The disturbance caused by the National College of Education, no one mentioned it soon after the Queen Mother said, but Mo Yu thought that the mother did not want to take this matter to express her tolerance and grace, but wanted to wait for those hidden behind the National College of Education All the people stand up-the lady is fully aware of everything in the world, come to ask her at this time, presumably just want to see her attitude, then her attitude must be firm enough.

To her surprise, the Queen’s firm and even cruel attitude towards her did not reveal any appreciation, but her lips slightly curled up, revealing a somewhat mocking smile, and said, “Why is it so boring to do this? Let’s kill him again , How do you sleep peacefully? Know that the smell on pillows and bedding will eventually dissipate."

Mo Yu heard panic, thinking how to explain this?

The Empress did not give her the opportunity to explain, turned to look at her, and said with a smile, "You were the one who locked him in Tong Palace that night at the Qingteng Banquet?"

Mo Yu suddenly felt that today's snow was a bit cold, and he dare to hesitate a little, and said: "Yes."

The Queen did not look at the abandoned well again and said, "That is a good place."

Mo Yu no longer dared to speak, bowed his head respectfully and humbly, held her hand, and walked towards the palace.

That Qing Teng Yan trapped Chen Changsheng in Tonggong that night was something she did at the request of a big man. As for why Chen Changsheng was able to get out of trouble, did she really enter the bottom of the cold lake and met the taboo, Mo Yu and I don’t know, and I dare not know, because in any case, that’s her reason.

The lady did not say that she was satisfied or dissatisfied with her arrangement, but since it was mentioned, it was a warning.

Da Zhou Chaoye knew that Mo Yu was the second most powerful woman in the world, possessing unimaginable power of glory and wealth, and she occasionally rose up to apply red makeup between her eyebrows, which would allow the trend that has been silent for hundreds of years to rise again. , But she knew very well that it all came from the gift or consent of the lady.

Once the lady starts to doubt her, she will lose everything and will die without burial.

Today's blizzard is really cold. She held the girl's finger section white and her lips were pale, without a trace of blood.

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Chen Changsheng woke up in the bed of the National College of Education.

His face was pale, his lips were pale, and he couldn't see any blood.

But his body was covered with blood everywhere, and his shoulders, chest, and fingernails were all coagulated blood, which was extremely dazzling and terrifying compared with the white bedding.

Looking at the roof, he opened his eyes and said nothing, until the five breathing time passed and his breathing gradually became steady, he slowly turned sideways, his left hand propped the edge of the bed, and slowly sat up.

At the bedside, he sat for another five breaths, waiting for his heartbeat to return to normal, and got up and walked to the mirror.

He looked at the **** boy in the mirror and was silent for a long time.

It feels good to be alive.

It was really good to walk around the edge of death and then return to the world.

What happened in the underground space, he can’t remember it, only knowing that when Xinghui began to burn, his consciousness fell into an abyss, in which all the burning flames, high-temperature smoke and dust , Terrible tears, unbearable pain, and despair.

He felt as if he had a dream, but he knew it was what happened. He still has some confusion, and subconsciously raised his sleeve and smelled it. There were blood stains on his clothes. Although there was no pungent **** smell, it was difficult for him to clean his sex. Things.

He thought that it was all his own blood, which was still intolerable, so he started to take a bath and washed it many times before confirming that all the blood was washed away, wiping the water drops on his body with a large towel, and walking to the mirror, preparing Open the window and let in some clean air from the winter snow.

When he passed the big mirror, he suddenly stopped and looked into the mirror.

In the mirror, the teenager looked naked with his upper body naked. But he found something very unusual.

Few people in this world like him have a very clear understanding of his body-because of illness, he always pays attention to these aspects-he remembers very clearly that above his left arm, a senior brother gave himself acupuncture A scar left by the wrong hand. But now, the scar is gone, and the upper left arm is smooth.

Only then did he notice that his skin became a lot smoother, like a newborn baby. What made him wonder even more was that he had obviously suffered such a serious injury, but he couldn't find a scar on his body. Even the old scars left in the past had disappeared, even the most subtle.

Could this be washing the marrow? From the spring to the present, in the process of becoming the true element, a part of the star's brilliance drawn from the distant life star helped to wash his marrow successfully by the way?

There was no ecstasy in his heart, because he was dazed at this time, still in a trance stage.

He looked at the teenager in the mirror, frowning and thinking seriously.

Thinking is the most sober and sober thing. He became more and more sober and remembered more and more things. At the end, he finally remembered that the moment before his coma, it should be in the cold underground space, in front of Senior Black Dragon, how did he wake up and return to the State College of Education?

He looked at the slightly wet towel and rubbed it gently with his hands to confirm that the wetness was real.

He walked to the window and looked at the palace wall deep in the winter forest. He thought that the pond came out of the underground space. If it wasn’t for the Black Sheep to find a way to send him back to the State College of Education, the only thing that could do this would be It should be the middle-aged woman. Who is that woman?

What happened in the underground space before? Why are you still alive? Did you really succeed in washing the marrow?

He stood silent by the window for a long time, and finally made a decision. He walked back to the bed, lifted the futon as much as possible, sat on his knees, closed his eyes, and began to sit and observe.

The desperate and full abyss started when he began to sit and look at himself. Now that he is alive, he does not hesitate to sit and look at himself again because living is very important to him, but he can’t accept it. Living awkwardly, he needs to understand what he is now.

The consciousness entered his body and began to roam again, but now that with experience, this roaming is no longer a purposeless observation, it is more like patrolling his territory, and it does not take long for his consciousness to come To that piece of snowfield, looking at the ground in the sky.

He closed his eyes, his eyelashes flickered slightly, his face pale as snow.

He was very nervous and worried that the consciousness would fall directly onto the snowfield like last time, and once again ignite that terrible fire.

Even if his determination is as strong as him, he definitely does not want to suffer that kind of pain again.

Fortunately, this time his consciousness did not fall, and nothing special happened.

The Wanli Snowfield is still the Wanli Snowfield. His consciousness noticed that there was a snowfield in the corner burning without a trace, which turned into dozens of trickle streams flowing toward the south, moistening the desolate wilderness all the way, just those streams It is too thin, and the mountain range is broken, it cannot constitute the so-called water system at all.

Those trickles should be the true element, because of the special circumstances of his meridians, they cannot communicate with each other like ordinary practitioners, and can only exist in a small area.

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes and began to think.

His current situation is somewhat similar to Luoluo, but in fact it is very different.

Compared with human beings, the meridians of the fallen body are extremely abundant, but it is very simple compared to human beings, so it is very difficult to practice human exercises. His true element is now pitiful, and his meridians are broken. It is even more difficult to practice the exercises. However, there is a certain similarity between the two.

He has been thinking about the meridian problem all these years, so he will solve the problem in a few months, and the process of solving the problem is actually preparing him to solve his problem now. He had already arranged how to practice.

Yes, the number of true elements in his body is indeed not large, and the meridians are indeed broken, but this does not mean that he cannot practice.

He walked over to the window, looked at the most conspicuous cloud pine in the winter forest by the lake, adjusted his breath for a moment, and held the hilt of the dagger.

With a loud chirp, the short sword came out of the sheath, and a slender and solid sword intention flew away from the window on the second floor toward that place.

The first style of Zhongshan Fengyujian was pale yellow.

However, he does not have the true element operation mode of Zhongshan Fengyujian, but the simulation method he taught himself.

This was the first time Chen Changsheng used Zhenyuan. From this moment, he began to call himself a practitioner or a monk.

If anyone has the same experience as him, he or she should be full of joy at this time, or even burst into tears with excitement, but he did not, just like when he confirmed that there is real flow in his body, he is not like a fifteen year old. The young man is more like a 500-year-old senior.

Because spiritual practice has never been his purpose, but his means, and because he has thought about the current scene countless times, thinking too many times, it has already become numb.

As Jian Yi walked away, his face instantly turned pale, and he hummed slightly, feeling a bit painful.

In the distance, the pine pattern didn't move, the stone platform outside the window broke, and several stones were shot into the room like Jinya, and the booming sound hit the wall, and one hit his left arm.

According to the method of teaching, there are still some problems. It is not so easy to find a channel again.

Chen Changsheng shook his head and turned back to take the medicine powder to wrap his left arm.

Although his True Element is weak, it is difficult to really exert the power of Zhongshan Wind and Rain Sword, but after all, the True Yuan controls the sword. The splashed stones are no less powerful than ordinary feather arrows and can penetrate Naturally, the wall can easily hurt his left arm.

He should be more careful in the future, he said to himself in his heart.

Then he found that his left arm was not injured at all, even the cold hair was not broken.

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