In the long run, Di Ming's schizophrenia is cured, which is more in line with Lin Chongyang's needs for talents. After all, the stability will be higher. It is not too easy for him to use Jade Xiaoyao to make the Doomsday Seventeen or something like that. .
This is the most direct, simplest and most effective way to deal with it.
At the moment, splitting a person into six would solve some problems, but it would also leave a lot of hidden dangers in the future. He wouldn't be able to tell which one was more important.
Moreover, standing at his current height and position, he must consider many aspects and take a longer-term view as much as possible.
As for the burden Lin Chongyang plans to add to the Doomsday Seventeen, it is mainly related to whether the truth about Jiutian Xuanzun's death is revealed, and has little to do with the split state of the mind and body.
Even after his schizophrenia was cured, he could handle those "little things" with greater efficiency.
"Tsk, how can any serious person put their notes in the grave?" Fei Feijun, who was holding the tea cup, curled his lips.
He doesn't need to hold back in front of his senior brother. Just like when he was young, he can just say whatever he wants. There are no outsiders anyway, and his senior brother won't care about such trivial things.
Then again, if you don't keep things like notebooks from the beginning, if you choose to keep them, then keep them in a decent place.
What's the idea of putting it in the grave, shameless to see future generations?
It can't be that Jiutian Xuanzun, the late senior, knew what he was doing and was sure that Jun Fengtian would blow up his grave in the future and take out the letters to reveal the truth of the past.
Lin Chongyang shook his head gently: "The deceased has passed away. What he originally thought is now unknown."
As it stands, unless he or Doomsday Seventeen speak up and tell Yu Jun Fengtian part of the truth, the grave of Jiutian Xuanzun can still be preserved.
But the greater possibility is that after Jun Fengtian knew that part of the truth, he took Jinglong Yunxiao back and blew up the tomb.
Perhaps, the former Jinglong Yunxiao still had some respect for Jiutian Xuanzun in his heart. After all, they had fought side by side for so many years, but after learning about all the troubles, he might be more active than Jun Fengtian in uncovering the grave. Then There has to be a place to vent your grievances, right?
"The issue of the earth and the underworld is on the right track. What are your plans next, senior brother?"
After swallowing the tea in his mouth, Mr. Fei Fei asked.
"Are you planning to do it?" Lin Chongyang said thoughtfully, "Waiting for Brother Jiangnan's reply counts."
Very Jun chuckled: "Aren't you going to supervise Cheng Lin again?"
"Chenglin's matter has been dealt with again and again. No matter how much I talk to him or do more to help him, the final outcome still depends on his own decision.
He is only over 1,200 years old, and young people have their own ideas. "
Lin Chongyang picked up the tea cup and took a sip, then sighed:
"Just like when I was young, I always hoped that time would pass faster, even faster, because when I was young, I always wanted to grow up as soon as possible. In addition, my cultivation level at that time was the same every day, and it was a huge difference in just a few years.
Now, as we get older, we need to calm down, slow down our pace of life, and observe the world we live in more slowly. "
Although he said that, his tone of voice did not reveal the years and vicissitudes he had experienced. On his face, except for the two strands of white hair hanging down on his chest, there was no indication that he had experienced hardships. .
More importantly, it is the self-confidence, calmness and high-spirited frivolity of young people.
This means that the state Lin Chongyang is showing now is his peak and most perfect period, majestic and heroic, as lofty and constant as the way of heaven.
"Senior brother, be careful your wife hears this." Fei Feijun picked up the teapot and added tea to the two of them.
After all, he is now more than 2,100 years old, but he looks young and has a young mentality. After all, the difficult environment has always been like this, and you can't tell a person's age just by looking at his face.
However, if you look deeper, you will find that the age difference between the senior brother and his wife is almost one, and the error will not exceed one mile.
"Ha, it doesn't matter, she doesn't care about this." Lin Chongyang chuckled, and then changed the subject: "On the contrary, if you have free time, go out and walk around more. It's best not to come back alone."
In an instant, Fei Feijun made a quick decision: "Chenglin received a flying letter an hour ago. He came to say hello to me and then went out alone."
In order to prevent his senior brother from going further on this topic, he decisively chose to sell his young nephew. He believed that Cheng Lin would not mind.
On the master's side, he can use Zhixin as a prevarication. After all, the master also likes the kid Zhixin very much. However, on the senior brother's side, he really has no idea if this matter is brought up. He has never been in this area from the beginning. thought.
This pressure should be given to Cheng Lin. Young people should work harder.
If they can achieve great things in their lives, they have an explanation for their uncle, although his character doesn't really care about these things.
As expected, after hearing the news, Lin Chongyang's attention was quickly diverted: "In that case, I should also make preparations."
at this time!
I saw a flying letter coming through the sky.
"Senior brother, are you going out?" Looking at Lin Chongyang who put down his tea cup and stood up to open the letter, Fei Feijun asked.
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The melting moonlight, the white clouds, and the gentle breeze make it look like a fairyland outside the world; the secluded bamboo forest, the sound of wind chimes, and the sparkling waves on the water can only hear the clear music winding around the pillars, but there are occasional mistakes.
An elegant pavilion is located by the river. The beautiful figures in the pavilion are gently plucked by the jade fingers, and the sounds of birds and strings flow from the fingers, gradually falling apart, and finally failing to form a tune.
This means that the person who played the music is confused.
Putting her fingers on the strings of the piano, Cui Luohan sighed. She had sent the letter in the morning, and now it was already high in the moonlight. Here, she had neither the expected reply nor the person she wanted to see.
At this moment, in the quiet bamboo forest, the direction of the gentle breeze suddenly changed.
"When all the seven strings are stroked, where can I find a true friend? But towards the bright moon and the empty forest;
Who can understand the remnants of calligraphy and ink? Listen to the meaning of pines, waves and bamboos. "
At first I heard the voice of Confucianism, a white silk pavement paved the road, and I saw a figure pulling away the dust, flying down in the wind:
"The journey from Central Plains to Xiwulin is not short. Please forgive me, my friend."
After Xia Chenglin landed, the sheet of white silk several feet long was put away by the preset spell on it.
"When people arrive, it's never too late."
Seeing the visitor, Cui Luohan quickly stood up from behind the piano and then walked out of the pavilion.
I don't know if it was her imagination, but the person in front of her gave her a different feeling than when they parted. In the burgundy hair, there were a few more strands of snow-white visible to the naked eye, which proved that what he said in the past was true. .
However, she can no longer feel the invisible barrier between the two.
What she saw before her was still the friend she remembered.
Xia Chenglin bowed and apologized: "I'm sorry."
