The organization is a respectable, terrible, singable, and crying place, and only those who are in it and are determined to dedicate their lives to the organization will feel the meaning of life.

People who are too smart are not suitable to stay in the organization, because smart people often like to play their own calculations, accurately weigh gains and losses, and compare all the money.

For Tian Yunong, Lin Xuan had both admiration and respect, but also sighed and despised him, because the other party had thousands of roads to success under his feet, but finally chose a muddy path that led to failure.

"I don't have ambitions, I just want to do one thing at a time, and take every step of my life steadily." Lin Xuan replied quietly.

It is true that men have ambitions, but ambition is not the same as ambition. Tian Yunong's ambition is to fight for the world with human rights and fight for the individual, while Lin Xuan fights for the peace of mankind and never cares about personal gains and losses.

He never wanted to follow the path of Tian Yunong, although many men wanted him to "wake up and kill human rights, drunk and lie on the knees of beautiful women", but he was not.

"Really? It's a shame that my father was always optimistic about you. Tian Meng sighed with some regret.

Lin Xuan smiled bitterly and shook his head: "Thank you, that's my honor." ”

"Actually, the Bandung Treasure Master, who has just exposed the corpse in the wilderness, is an old friend of my father." A wry smile also appeared at the corner of Tian Meng's mouth, "Master Wanlong, my father, and this Uncle Chen—the three of them are classmates who graduated from the same school, but they have chosen different paths. one, became a cultivator who traveled all over the world; one, became a big killer backed by the organization; one, who truly followed his inner feelings, became a great poet admired by his younger generations in the literary world. ”

Lin Xuan closed his eyes and recalled that when the Treasure Master of Wanlong appeared with the big eagle, Tian Meng's expression was indeed a little strange. At that time, she was only busy leading the workers back to the camp, and she was in a hurry, ignoring Lin Xuan's safety.

Now, Tian Meng finally admitted that she and Wanlong Baoshi knew each other.

It was the different views of life that led them to part ways. Otherwise, it is possible that both Master Bandung and my father could be good poets and write a lot of good poems that would be beneficial to anyone who likes poetry. It's a pity that they're dead and can't come back to life—" Tian Meng continued.

If there are six billion people in the world, there will be six billion endings. The cause-and-effect relationship is very clear as to what path a person chooses at a young age and what kind of outcome he will end up with.

"If I can choose again, I guess my father will choose a path like Uncle Chen, always accompany poetry for life, sing in harmony with poetry friends, live an ordinary but spiritually fulfilling life, and stay away from the fights and killings on the rivers and lakes." Tian Meng said again.

The five words "Wandering Piano" are the names of the poetry collection, and if you can give such a far-reaching name to your poetry collection, the poet surnamed Chen must have a broad and wonderful mind.

"I just heard you read a poem, and it really made me feel different." Lin Xuan said sincerely.

In the distance, the beast's howl rang out again, interrupting their discussion of the poetry collection.

Lin Xuan took a deep breath and swept away all those moods related to poetry.

He noticed that Tian Meng was also very concerned about the howl, and he had been listening with his ears pricked up.

"Tian Meng, there is a sentence that is very abrupt, but I have to say-" Lin Xuan made up his mind, "I guess, Senior Tian is still alive." ”

Tian Meng was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head and denied: "Impossible, you and I have seen it, he has died in the Ancient Ship of the Absolute Valley." ”

Lin Xuan shook his head: "That's just an illusion." ”

He actually didn't want to expose Tian Meng, because of the "father-daughter nature", if Tian Yunong was alive, Tian Meng would definitely be able to feel it.

Tian Meng looked directly at Lin Xuan, and his eyes suddenly dimmed a lot: "Lin Xuan, you don't believe me, do you?" ”

Lin Xuan wanted to speak and stopped, because he was not a scathing person, some words would only stop when they were pointed, and never directly on other people's faces.

"Who's there?" Tian Meng suddenly whispered to the side of the door and asked.

"It's me." Samantha appeared in response.

Lin Xuan was a little surprised, his whereabouts after leaving the tent should have been seen by Samantha.

Tian Meng's face became extremely ugly, he looked at Samantha, turned to Lin Xuan again, and asked coldly, "It turns out that the two of you have colluded and deliberately come to trick me?" ”

Lin Xuan knew that she had misunderstood, and just as he wanted to explain, Samantha had already spoken: "Tian Meng, don't blame him." After a long night, I finally fell asleep, and was awakened by the howl of wild beasts in the distance. Strangely, as far as I could tell, the beast was near the Manidui Wind Tunnel. You also know that there are only abyss cliffs there, and birds and beasts are rare, how can there be continuous strange screams? ”

"Then why don't you rush and take a look?" Tian Meng's tone became colder and colder.

"I wanted to go, but I found that there was a strange atmosphere in the camp, such as just now-" Samantha turned to Lin Xuan, "The worker who entered your tent seems to be controlled by quite advanced hypnotism, I rubbed his temples and the back of his head with ice and snow, and it took a lot of effort to make him sober up. There is a first, there will be a second, and the people in the camp will be recruited at any time. ”

Lin Xuan originally felt tired, but Samantha's intervention gave him a new motivation.

At this moment, he didn't want to discuss Tian Yunong's life and death, which was a problem that the organization needed to deal with. He has already faced enough strange problems, and there is no need to involve Tian Yunong again.

"I want to go to the west and see." He said.

Samantha shook her head with a smile: "Lin Xuan, listen to my advice, you should have a good rest." After all, according to the medical theory of the human body, as long as the altitude exceeds 2700 meters, the human body will inevitably be uncomfortable. We are at 8,848 meters above sea level, more than three times the safety line. Your ability to move in the Plains is more than a half-fold. ”

Lin Xuan believed in science and knew that what Samantha said was the truth.

"I'll go." Tian Meng got up, put on a down jacket, put on snow boots, opened the curtain and walked out.

"What the hell is going on here?" Samantha was not in a hurry, but paced forward lightly, picking up the poetry book that Tian Meng had thrown on the bed.

"It was a hiccup." Lin Xuan explained that he didn't want to waste any more time on that poetry book.

Samantha flipped through the poetry book and sighed.

Lin Xuan once again felt that there was an unfathomable spiritual controller by their side, who would strike at any time, like a cat playing with a mouse, making them tired of coping. The invisible enemy is the most powerful, and that makes him nervous.

If there is a chance to meet with this accuser, he hopes that he can do his best to seize the opportunity and put the other party to death.

The enemy does not die, and the haze that hangs over the camp will not recede.

At the critical moment, only a thunderous blow can turn the tide.

"Lin Xuan, don't you think that the appearance of such a book of poems on Mount Everest is the precious inspiration given to us by the god of the Great Snow Mountain?" Samantha asked.

Lin Xuan frowned, the works of the poet surnamed Chen are indeed good poems, but there are as many poets in the Chinese world as the stars of the galaxy, and a large number of poetry collections come out every year, and good books like "The Wandering Piano" will eventually be annihilated by a large number of unknown poetry collections.