Ding's house is located in the North Street of Huacheng, which is within the sphere of influence of the Qingfeng Gang. Xi'an County is very large. Of course, Ding Chusheng has more than this residence, but Huacheng is also very important to the Qingfeng Gang, not to mention that his nephew is in the Baiyu Restaurant in Huacheng, and Ding Chusheng will of course have a house in Huacheng.

The house is not large in size, because Ding Chusheng does not come to Huacheng often. This is just a place where he lives for the time being, as long as he can rest.

Although it is not important to the big, the courtyard is still well-maintained, with rockery, a small flower bed, and a small pond.

There were not many servants, about three or four. They mainly helped Ding Chusheng take care of the fish raised in the pond and fertilize the flowerbed when he was away.

The night was as usual. He had used supper and was reading at night with candles, there was a sudden movement outside the study room. The door opened wide and staggered in alone.

Ding Chusheng frowned, looked at the person coming in, and scolded: "Mu Xuan, my uncle has taught you so much, why is it still so unstable?"

Ding Muxuan trembled and lowered his head and didn't dare to look at Ding Chusheng.

"Senior Ding, I'll take the liberty to visit, I hope you won't blame me."

Li Mengzhou walked into the study, staring at the person sitting in front of him.

He glanced around the decorations in the study. In addition to all kinds of books, there were potted plants, but no one of the weapons that should have appeared were seen.

He looked at Ding Chusheng with a little surprise and said, "I didn't expect that Senior Ding is still a gentleman. I thought Kuangdao's house should be full of weapons, but the boy judged people by his appearance."

Ding Chusheng looked at the boy in front of him silently, as if he was not surprised by Li Mengzhou's arrival. Perhaps his steady and super high psychological quality would not reflect the accident on his face.

He was used to going to the study room to read books before going to bed. When he was young, he didn't have much talent, so he naturally couldn't recognize many words. The only thing he was good at was fighting, killing and killing.

As he got older, he began to pay attention to the connotation and even hired a teacher, so he no longer knew anything about the words.

He no longer dances with swords, but raises flowers, fish, reads books, and studies military tactics. He lives a very comfortable life.

He reached out to signal Li Mengzhou to take his seat, and Ding Chusheng said lightly: "As you get older, your preferences will naturally change. Do you think I am just a reckless man?"

Li Mengzhou said: "This is just a natural feeling that what you think is different from what you see. Senior Ding should not misunderstand it."

Ding Chusheng smiled and said, "Things that think are never objective, especially those who are unfamiliar, cannot be seen through at a glance. They are just used to superficial suspicion, so it is never that simple to get along with people. What is revealed on the surface is not necessarily false, but it will not be all. Sometimes self-thinking is really a bad thing."

Li Mengzhou was deeply touched.

On the surface, it is indeed easy to have misunderstandings about people's self-awareness.

What he wants to know more at the moment is whether he misunderstood Ding Chusheng.

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Huacheng North Street is a very quiet place, which is also the main reason why Ding Chusheng chose to live here. Li Mengzhou could not understand it at first, but he gradually realized that after experiencing many things, a person is indeed prone to undergoing huge changes.

When Li Mengzhou thought of himself, he couldn't help but laugh and laughed.

Ding Muxuan came to the study and looked at Li Mengzhou's departure with a complicated expression.

He did not listen to the conversation between Li Mengzhou and Ding Chusheng, so he didn't know what the two of them said.

He just saw that Ding Chusheng's face seemed a little unfavorable, which made him feel very nervous.

But strangely, Ding Chusheng didn't say anything to him, but seemed to be thinking about certain issues and was stunned.

Afterwards, Ding Muxuan was confined.

Li Mengzhou returned to the inn and found that Ye Sangyu was not in the room. For some reason, he felt a little disappointed.

I thought to myself that even if Ye Sangyu was about to leave, she should say hello to her, right? Although the two of them had nothing to do with each other, this was the minimum politeness.

When Li Mengzhou threw Park Dao aside, he was about to lie on the bed when he suddenly heard some movement and frowned slightly.

The inn is three floors high, with green tiles on the top floor. The night has completely fallen, and a bright moon seems to be on the roof, reflecting a petite figure.

After Li Mengzhou climbed over the roof, he saw Ye Sangyu.

Ye Sangyu sat on the roof with her back facing the bright moon. The bright moonlight seemed to wrap her around, and the silver light shone, and she really looked like a fairy who had been exiled to the mortal world.

She supported her elbows on her legs, held her cheeks with both hands, and looked silently in one direction, not knowing what she was thinking, and she looked a little lonely.

Li Mengzhou stared at her in a daze. Ye Sangyu was undoubtedly the most beautiful at this moment. It is difficult for people to find flaws against the dreamy moonlight.

Ye Sangyu's face was not covered with rouge and water powder. Her lips were a little pale, and the fine pores on her cheeks were clearly visible under the silver light of the moon, like porcelain dolls.

It's just that natural beauty is not the case.

He felt that Ye Sangyu should be the kind of person who has never suffered setbacks, is kind inside, and is very good at entertaining himself. Most of his smiles appear on his face and rarely look so sad.

But Li Mengzhou looked at Ye Sangyu quietly for a moment and found that she seemed to have something to worry about. She felt that her previous smile had the element of forcing her to smile.

He didn't understand what was hidden in Ye Sangyu's heart, but he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. This feeling came very suddenly, which made Li Mengzhou very puzzled.

After hesitating for a moment, Li Mengzhou came to Ye Sangyu and sat down.

This is not the highest place in Huacheng, but there are no buildings on all sides, so you can see the bright moon and night view of Huacheng that seem to be within reach.

Ye Sangyu noticed Li Mengzhou and did not look at him. He said as if he was talking to himself: "Life should be the most uncontrollable thing. Although it is beautiful, it can sometimes be painful. What is the meaning of life?"

Li Mengzhou frowned slightly and said, "Fate is destined by Taoism. For ordinary people, it is the most illusory existence. Some people want to control their own destiny, so there are people who practice.

But even practitioners should not be able to change their destiny, because they cannot inherit the will of Daotian and are just chasing the shadows projected in the world by Daotian. But at least compared with ordinary people, practitioners can know their destiny better and even touch their destiny.

There is no way to explain such things as fate, but for us. Life and even all things in the world are given by Taoist nature. Practitioners who pursue Taoist shadows should one day be able to solve the problem of fate.

I don’t know if I have already realized the peak of my practice at this time. It is said that after becoming a practitioner, my life span will increase. This may also be a way to change my destiny.”

Ye Sangyu looked at Li Mengzhou with her head tilted and said, "What you are talking about should be what is recorded in the collection. Many of the three thousand paths of practice are left in the secular world, but most of them are fragments, which are analysis of practice.

People who practice practice can indeed get closer to their destiny, but they can live longer if they become practitioners. This is just a process, and most practitioners have no way to change their destiny. Perhaps the legend of "Eternal Life" is just a luxury or fantasy in people's hearts, and it is something that does not exist at all."

Li Mengzhou looked at Ye Sangyu with some surprise and said, "It turns out that you have so much knowledge about practice. Actually, I have always been very curious. You seem to have extraordinary skills, but you seem to have never practiced martial arts. Are you also a member of the practitioner?"
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