And Tang Chuan himself knows that even if there are thousands of sentiments in the deity of the Lord, he must have his own style and mind in this life in order to completely control the exponential gain power, which may be said to be "refining the heart"
The liberated two heads made them two places at once and chose different ways of death separately, which was also a kind of training for Tang Chuan.
With the conjoined Tang Chuan, he slowly approached the mountain meditator. Even though he deliberately exuded his own qi activity, the meditator in front of him still didn’t move and looked at the thunder blooming in the clouds not far away.
Change someone to return him dead, but Tang Chuan has a close connection with nature and knows that people are living well and there is nothing abnormal, so I just don’t want to talk to you.
"Cough ~"
Tang Chuan pondered over his dry cough, indicating that it’s almost all right. I’m here, so just take your time.
Finally, the meditator turned his head and said with profound meaning, "You are here."
Tang Chuan nodded and said, "I’m here. What were you thinking just now?"
The meditator shook his head and smiled. "There are too many. I have thought about the true meaning of life. Do you want me to tell you one by one?"
Tang Chuan thought for a moment, "I’m also curious about choosing a few key points."
The meditator was silent for a while. "If you let me live for another 300 years, I will tell you the most important truth. I know that it is not important to others, but it must be important to you."
Tang Chuan looked weird. "Although it’s not good to say this, I think you know that if I kill you now, your feelings will come back to my mind."
The meditator sighed deeply when he heard the news.
Tang Chuan said, "Can you tell me now?"
The meditator looked at him with profound meaning and said, "Didn’t I already say that?"
Is this a philosopher?
I don’t understand it after all
Chapter 413 Mouth stinks Tang Chuan
Tang Chuan, a philosopher who has been through many years and doesn’t know the depth, may try to understand each other’s words because he doesn’t know the depth.
But who let the one in front of him be himself? Why don’t you just show off to yourself by mystifying others?
Tang Chuan’s teeth itch. "I’ll give you ten seconds to make it clear. What are you showing off here? I don’t know how much you weigh!"
Tang Chuan, a meditator, looked at himself with great resistance, just like an ancient wise man looking at an impetuous fool.
He said, "You let a person rush to the road of idealism, then destroy him in reality, and then point to his broken body and say, Look, this is the unrealistic consequence of pursuing ideals. You choose the boss."
Tang Chuan can more or less understand what he means. It means that you asked me to help you think about life at the end of your life. I did it, but how can you blame me in turn?
What can I do to help you think if you don’t enter this state of mind? It’s the last time of your life. Let me say something meaningful. Isn’t that the blue star unified art ability
Tang Chuan also has some avenues. "That line, can you put it bluntly so that I can understand it? If I can’t understand your philosophy, can anyone understand it? "
The meditator Tang Chuan’s eyes are no longer full of profound meaning, but gradually bitter face. "But I have made it very clear, 300 years!"
"You …"
Tang Chuangang wanted to spray it, but suddenly he had a flash of light.
After all, they are based on the same thinking, and they can detect each other’s intentions with a little thought.
Tang Chuan tentatively asked, "Three hundred years is your final life experience?"
The meditator Tang Chuan nodded and suddenly shook his head. "Yes or no, if you can let me live for another 30 thousand years, I can’t accept it."
Tang Chuan’s expression is a gangster. "Is this your final life sentiment?"
Tang Chuan, the meditator, nodded firmly and said, "The more you get to the end of your life, the clearer it is. This is me and you, boss."