Fighter of the Destiny

Xu Yourong's blood and true energy have been exhausted and he is very weak. Not to mention fighting, he can't even walk. Therefore, her words Do you want to die, instead of being so proud, noble and domineering, were actually a bit ridiculous. Of course, in Chen Changsheng's eyes, this kind of ridiculousness was more like cuteness.

He smiled and said: If you were not sick, how could you have such ridiculous ideas.

Xu Yourong tried hard to control his emotions and said, How absurd is this idea?

Chen Changsheng said: I have said that there are no perfect people in the world. If you cannot be perfect and are worse than others, you will have a sense of shame. Isn't this ridiculous? The Pope's level of raising potted plants is not as good as that of Baicao Garden. Should he be ashamed of the gardener here? The Holy Queen's needlework is not as exquisite as the needlework of the female workers in Wenshui City, so she should be ashamed too?

Xu Yourong raised his eyebrows slightly and said, What I'm talking about is an attitude towards life. Only by living with this attitude can we become more perfect.

Chen Changsheng shook his head and said: I'm not saying that this attitude is undesirable, but have you ever thought about it. If what you say is what matters is attitude, then as long as we keep working hard, we can't be said to be us until the last moment of our lives. There is no possibility of perfection. Since the outcome is not decided, why should we be ashamed in advance?”

As for low self-esteem, that's even less true. He took out a piece of freshly roasted rhizome from the fire and handed it to her, replaced the slightly cold piece in her hand, and continued: We can't do it now. It doesn't mean that you can't do it in the future, and even if you can't do it all the time, what's the point? Effort should come from the desire from the heart, and should not come from the psychological gap caused by comparing with others. As long as you really work hard, then That’s enough.”

Xu Yourong remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

Chen Changsheng continued: I think you should think clearly. What others hope for us is not important. What we ourselves hope to do is truly important. Shouldn't people live for themselves?

Xu Yourong raised his head and glanced at him.

Chen Changsheng understood what she meant and said: Of course you have to bear the responsibilities that you should bear, but you should still live for yourself, and the latter should be higher than the former.

Xu Yourong thought for a while and said, I can't understand.

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said with a smile, I was just talking casually.

After this conversation, he discovered that this girl is like a hedgehog in the forest, always on guard against something, easily hurting the flowers and plants around her and the hands with good intentions, and easily hurting herself. Perhaps because of this, in the Underneath her calm, calm and powerful appearance, she is actually so sensitive and delicate.

When he said perfection before, he was just following her words. In fact, he had never thought about it. He thought her way of thinking was weird, so he thought she was sick. Which ordinary person would regard perfection as the goal of survival? , once you find that you cannot achieve absolute perfection, will you deny yourself and belittle yourself?

What you said may sound reasonable, or it may make life easier, but what if...

Xu Yourong hesitated for a while and asked for advice: The education I received since childhood prevents me from accepting your point of view, so how should I face this pressure?

Chen Changsheng pointed to the rhizome in her hand and said, Eat it while it's hot, and let's chat casually.

Xu Yourong followed the instructions and tore open the slightly burnt skin of the rhizome. Along with a stream of hot steam, a faint fragrance floated out.

Chen Changsheng said: First of all, we must know what we want to do most and what is the purpose of living.

Seeing her expression, he quickly said: Stop saying the word perfect. Perfect is used to describe a degree, not a specific fact.

Xu Yourong thought for a while and said, What I want to do most is to practice Taoism.

Then practice Taoism, he said.

Xu Yourong was a little unhappy and thought, aren't you bluffing?

Chen Changsheng explained: Except for cultivating Taoism, you don't think about anything else.

Xu Yourong said: But those things still exist.

Chen Changsheng said: Close your eyes and it will be dark. If you don't see the world, the world will not exist.

Xu Yourong said: How can you convince yourself with idealistic words, and cultivating Taoism is only a means, not an end.

Chen Changsheng looked at her, recalling what he had seen and heard along the way, and said, If I'm not mistaken, the purpose of your cultivation should be... to become stronger?

Xu Yourong said: Only those who are strong enough can shoulder the responsibilities they should bear.

Chen Changsheng said helplessly: Can we forget the word responsibility first?

Xu Yourong said seriously: I dare not or forget it for the moment.

Chen Changsheng thought about it seriously and said, Then I suggest you temporarily forget about this goal before you become the most powerful person, and put all your energy into the method of cultivating the Tao.

Xu Yourong said: Without a goal, how can you walk steadily?

Chen Changsheng said: That proves that your goal is not firm enough and cannot be shaken. If that goal has been deeply embedded in your consciousness and blood, why do you need to remind yourself all the time?

Xu Yourong thought for a while and said, It makes sense... What about your goal of cultivating Taoism? Have you forgotten it?

Of course I haven't forgotten it. Chen Changsheng was quiet for a while and said, What I want is immortality.

What he cultivates is to follow his will, and what he seeks is the path to immortality.

Are there any benefits to doing this? Xu Yourong asked.

Chen Changsheng understood that she was asking about the benefits of keeping one's thoughts and forgetting his thoughts, rather than the benefits of seeking immortality.

He is the only one in the world who can best understand the specific benefits of this approach - because the goal he wants to pursue is itself a huge pressure - the shadow of death has been hanging over the end of his path, waiting. He was getting closer and closer. If he hadn't learned to forget this matter, he might have turned into a madman under the pressure of such great terror.

Why has he been cultivating his will since the old temple in Xining Town? Because if his mind is not clear, there is no way he can live normally. How can one remain calm under such terrifying pressure? You can only forget but remember your original thoughts and live like that instinctively. Only in this way can you be calm and happy.

His voice kept ringing, very calm, not fast, and his meaning was very clear. No matter how violent the wind and snow outside the temple were, it could not suppress it.

The door of the ruined temple had long been broken, and a cold wind mixed with snow particles drifted in. Most of it was blocked by the bonfire, and some fell on his face, just like the light of fire falling on his face.

The cold wind and the warm firelight merged together to form a breeze.

Xu Yourong listened carefully and looked at his face, his eyes getting brighter and brighter.

This young man seems to have read a lot about the world, but he is not old and sullen. He is still full of vigor, just like a ray of breeze, making people feel extremely comfortable.

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(Some people don’t know how to write this chapter. It’s sheer nonsense for an ordinary person like me to write about the exchanges between geniuses, so I had no choice but to not write the specifics. In short, they were discussing the Tao, and then prepared to talk heart-to-heart, over-chapter, The next chapter will still be released after seven o'clock, and I will try to update it regularly in the future. Yes, I have saved the manuscript, although it is only one chapter.)