I Shall Seal the Heavens Chapter 290: A lifetime
Two years later, Meng Hao was thirty-five years old. He has left his hometown for nine years, but in these nine years, he has only gone to two places, a river and a forest.
Until this year, he met a band of robbers.
The robber did not kill him. Perhaps he saw that he was still wearing a scholar gown, carrying a broken book box, and was a little bit disappointed. So he was such a beautiful and beautiful bandit and asked him a word.
"Does it count?"
Meng Hao shook his head, but he was still taken away and sent to the cottage. This is a large village with thousands of people living in it, mostly family members of robbers and many children.
Meng Hao is arranged here to be a gentleman. It does n’t take too much to teach these children literacy. At least they need to recognize silver tickets and understand letters. This is what it takes to be an excellent robber. .
This is the beautiful bandit, she asked all the robbers.
Time passed slowly, and Meng Hao also got along with it. Teaching, looks at sky seemed to be the same as when he came to Donglai County, but he occasionally thought of Master and thought of his father's grave, and he didn't go back for cleaning for a long time.
There are dead people every month in the cottage. In three years, they have migrated twice. Until the fourth year, officers and soldiers came. The whole cottage faced a huge gap between each other. When life and death existed, Meng Hao hesitated. After a while, it was suggested that poison could be used.
The north wind was hanging at that moment, and the officers and men were to the south.
Meng Hao doesn't know how he thought about it, just in his mind, in these years, there has been too much knowledge, poison ... It is made by Meng Hao.
When the poisonous powder was blowing to the south with the wind, Meng Hao closed his eyes. For a long time, he heard the roar with excitement, it was a killing.
Zhaizi won. On the night of the night, the 39-year-old Meng Hao was three hours later. A fire-like carcass was drilled into his quilt. It was a bandit, a beautiful and demon-like woman, but usually a conservative woman.
This night, the life of Meng Hao has changed, ever since. He is no longer teaching, but has become a so-called military division. This kind of life he has not experienced, it is exciting, very fresh, even if he is forty years old. After years of **** boiling, I still feel ... a little addicted.
Murder and robbery. For the next three years, Meng Hao's hands were not stained with a trace of blood, but with his help, he died in the hands of these robbers. But it is dozens of times more than before.
Until the winter of that year, Meng Hao was tired. Such a life was not his choice. He wanted to leave, but the village at this time was extremely large, and his departure was rejected by the beautiful woman.
Then ... after Meng Hao chose to persist. The moment he walked out of the stockade, he experienced hunting.
This hunting lasted for one year. One year later, when the hunt was over, Meng Hao did not die, with exhaustion all over his body. He glanced back at the behind hundreds of steps away, riding on the horse, pulled a large black bow, and was staring at his woman. She is also old, but the beauty is still there, and her eyes are complicated.
The wind blew past the two, and Meng Hao turned around, taking his bookcase when he left home, and chose to go far.
The arrow never fired.
This year, Meng Hao is 43 years old. On a mountain, he saw a Taoist temple.
This is autumn. The fallen leaves are scattered on the bluestone slabs and scattered around. The sound of rustling is blown by the wind. The sky is a bit cloudy, and thunder sometimes passes by, and it is going to rain.
In the Taoist temple, Meng Hao lived down, and he lived in the practicing and approach them of the Taoists, looks at, and felt the former so-called tranquility.
He feels that his hands are stained with blood and can't be washed off, and here it seems that they can be resolved.
Two years later, when Meng Hao was forty-five years old, he sighed.
"Since it still cannot be resolved, I will not resolve it." Meng Hao shook his head, said goodbye to Taoism, and headed for a farther world.
Until he came to the capital and lived in the capital for a year, his country and his neighbors exploded into a mutual battle of annihilation. In this war, Meng Hao, even at this age, was still being attacked. Forced to join the army, joined the army, and began a war between the two countries.
In the second year of the war, Meng Hao used his refined poison, a battle of destruction that shocked the two major countries, making Meng Hao rise, not only an ordinary soldier, but a poison division. .
In the fifth year, Meng Hao has become the head coach in this war, with more than 100,000 soldiers, and hundreds of poison divisions that he simply cultivated.
In the eighth year, the enemy country withdrew from the battlefield and could only passively defend. It was more than fifty years old and had a sensation throughout the country. Meng Hao entered the enemy country and launched a nationwide killing.
The tenth year ... Meng Hao is fifty-six years old. In the thirty years since he left his hometown, the enemy nation is destroyed. When he returns to his country, he is greeted with a very solemn welcome.
He became a legend, and was sealed down as a state teacher.
A dream that made Meng Hao somewhat unsuitable. After becoming a state teacher, it may be because of his existence or because of the strength of the country. His country has become a party of aggression, and has provoked another. Round of war.
One year, one year, when Meng Hao was sixty years old, he was tired of everything and left the army. On the way, he walked in the place where he had experienced the war and encountered the plague here. After saving some people, he has since Without the National Teacher, there is one more elixir in the world.
He walked more places, following the dream of a teenager, walking up and down the mountain, and as many people as he killed, he would save as many people as possible.
This is twenty years.
In the past 20 years, Meng Hao has left many countries and unknown mountains, and he has saved many people. Gradually, the name of the sacred hand of the Dan doctor spreads slowly across the earth.
Until the 80-year-old year, Meng Hao silently looked up at looks at sky, his old face with a memory of his life.
"My life has experienced too much truth, and my choice ... what is it ..."
"I did not choose to be myself in the reflection of the river, I did not choose to become a layman in the mountains and clouds, and I did not choose to become a robber who flew by wings. I also did not choose to become a Taoist ... Siege strategy, I have given up ... I thought that my ultimate choice was to become a doctor of Dan, but looking back now, this ... is also not my choice.
"What am I pursuing in my life?" Meng Hao is silent, looking at starry sky, he has no answer, some are more and more dazed, and then deeply tired.
He is homesick. In the autumn of this year, Meng Hao under starry sky, he looks at sky, did not go to see the leaves under his feet, blowing in the wind, condensing under the trees, this fallen leaf can not be seen. However, at this moment, he seems to have become a fallen leaf. After leaving his hometown for nearly a few years, he will return to his roots.
Meng Hao is gone. It took him almost fifty-four years to get here from his home, but now it takes him only six years.
Donglai County is still there, but it is a bit more prosperous than that year. Meng Hao has white hair and walks in the county seat. Vaguely, he can find some traces of previous years.
The courtyard is no longer there, and the wall of that year has been pushed to it by now, and it has become a big house at this moment.
The home of Meng Hao has also disappeared in the years. The original location has now become an inn. Staring beside that inn, Meng Hao has stood for a long time. The face is complicated in addition to the ancient of the years. Turn around and leave.
He came to Master ’s door, the house was still there, but the person who could open the door was no stranger. After inquiry, Meng Hao looked up and looked at Dongshan not far away.
There are more than 50 years agos there, buried with his father, and more than 20 years ago, buried with Master.
Meng Hao sighed quietly, holding a pot of wine, and went up the mountain, first went to the head of his father's grave. looks at was full of weed bags, and Meng Hao was silent.
"Although this is just a fantasy, even though you are not my real father, but ... you let me feel my lack of fatherly love, even if it is just a simple hug, just to let me sleep more ... For a long time, Meng Hao murmured to open mouth. As early as thirty years ago, the moment he stepped out of the Taoist temple, he already understood everything. His world was just a test of illusory and a worship.
The true self, at the moment, is still in the world of Ziyun Xiantu, on the Violet East mountain.
Meng Hao eyes closed, left after a while, came to the grave of Master, and looked silently.
"There are three deductions for worship, the first deduction is a child, the second deduction is far away, and the third deduction is Twilight ... You gave me a lifetime to choose whether to worship you as a teacher. Everything, not you transfiguration, you just gave a point, each trial person, to create a world on their own.
In this world, I released my heart, and I ... After going through all this, I finally came back here, I couldn't find what I was looking for ...
Dao of alchemy ? Obviously not. "Meng Hao murmured, took the jug, put a big sip next to his mouth.
"Longevity? I'm not yet qualified." Meng Hao whispered to open mouth until the sunset, until a pot of old wine was drunk. Instead of going to the third button, he turned and walked towards Donglai County.
Meng Hao knows that after the third buckle is over, he will leave this illusory world, but he hasn't found the answer yet, he didn't choose to leave, but to live.
Since then, an old man has lived in Donglai County.
Besides the world of illusory, tears shed from both eyes of Chu Yuyan on the Violet East mountain in Ziyunxian soil. She opened her eyes, but her eyes were really sad, as if she was immersed in her world and forgot the truth.
Until a long time, Chu Yuyan fluttered suddenly, her eyes closed slowly, and when she opened it again, she was still blank, but soon she was awake, with a look in her face, it took a long time before she looked up and saw the moment At the summit of Donglai Mountain, two people stood there.
One is Fang Mu, the other is Ye Feimu , both are closed eyes, one is silent, the other is blank, the former is Meng Hao and the latter is Ye Feimu .
And she is far from the top of the mountain, dozens of steps away, and her behind, the other two trial by fire, are farther away.
At this moment, Ye Feimu 's body shook, and he was awake.
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Apologize to everyone again ... Actually, I think it's still very well written, cough.