Su Yi walked on the street, shuttling through the crowd while meditating in her heart. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"The so-called 'measurement' is actually a person's endurance and tolerance limit, "Mencius" said: Heaven will descend on the people, must first suffer their minds, work their muscles and bones...... And as the saying goes: only by enduring what ordinary people can't endure can ordinary people can't do, Han Xin can endure the humiliation of his crotch to achieve the reputation of 'soldier immortal', and Wu Zixu can survive in the grass to avenge his father's killing in three years, and witness the power of the soldier saint ......"

"Since it is a test of measurement, if nothing else, as long as you endure all the hardships without changing your heart, you should be able to pass the test; no matter whether you succeed or fail, this illusion will definitely come to an end, and now the illusion is still continuing, is it not the end of the suffering I have experienced in the past ten years? What suffering can be more difficult than the former?"

Su Yi remembered the more than ten years he had spent in the illusion, due to the special power of the illusion, these ten years were actually just a snap of his fingers, like watching flowers.

What is particularly peculiar is that Su Yi's memory of the life scenes he has experienced is very vague, and he has not accumulated much life experience, but the scenes of his torture are remembered in his heart, and every painful feeling wanders in his heart, and his memory is still fresh.

But Su Yi survived, his face did not change in the face of tribulation, and he was generous in the face of death, he didn't know, how much suffering he had to endure to prove himself?

Su Yi remembered some doubts.

"It stands to reason that no matter how much the people of our country hate the bureaucrats, they will not be so bold as to expel the latter with sticks; the 'love talent' of the enemy emperor is true, but he is also afraid of the talent of the 'General Su', otherwise it is impossible to leave me in prison for more than ten years, and he will not summon me until the end of the war and the domination of the world, he is not willing to kill me, but he does not dare to let me go...... Did I answer the Emperor's question incorrectly, or was it some other undiscovered factor that caused the illusion to still be unfinished?"

"Okay, let me continue to live in this fantasy world, and see what bumps in the road ahead are waiting for me to cross!"

Su Yi strengthened his will, and at the same time, in Jiuding Mountain, there were already several people who had finished the test of the 100,000th order.

After the old man measured everyone's scrolls with wood, some people were happy and some were sad.

Xiang Yiming, Xiang Cheng and Han Xiuzhu all reached the fourth dou, and the twelve or thirteen-year-old boy was also among the qualified, and the others were not so lucky.

"Those who pass continue to move forward, and those who do not succeed will rise on the spot. The old man said plainly, and disappeared immediately.

A young man from the Xiang family immediately sighed and said, "Alas, I thought I could climb the 120,000 steps, but I made a mistake for a while, and I had to fight three times. ”

"Brother Yiming, it's up to you next, Su Mitian is family doesn't matter, but don't lose to Han Kai!"

"Well, I will try my best to win glory for the Xiang family, fly away, and leave. Xiang Yiming nodded and beckoned to the little boy.

"Okay!" Xiang Yifei immediately followed.

Han Xiuzhu coughed lightly twice, and said to the few people who remained at the 100,000 level: "A few classmates, Xiao Kai may end the test soon, if you meet him, please try not to embarrass him." ”

"Although I think Han Kai is extremely unpleasant, for the sake of Brother Xiuzhu's face, I will give him a thin face. ”

Another chimed in: "Don't worry, we didn't want to bother with it...... Ahem, we won't embarrass him. ”

Han Xiuzhu smiled bitterly, and also turned around to keep up with Xiang Yiming's pace.

Xiang Yiming climbed the mountain while looking in the direction of the 150,000 steps, and a trace of worry flashed between his eyebrows.

"I don't know if Su Mitian can pass the fourth test, if he can succeed, then Fuze will go to the next level, and it will be of great help to all the main battle faction people present. Xiang Yiming muttered.

"Brother, I remember that the first three are the tests of talent, and the last three are random tests of desire, ambition and measurement?" asked Xiang Yifei.

"That's the case, so I'm confident that I can reach the 150,000th level, and then I'm not sure, but Su Mitian doesn't have the advantage of the Xiang family, but he is still far ahead of us, and he can really be described as a Tiangu talent. Xiang Yiming said with emotion.

Xiang Cheng, who had been silent, spoke.

"I heard that the old man in charge of the question is very cunning, the more talented a person is, the more difficult he will be to test this person, and he may not know how to make things difficult for Su Yi. Xiang Cheng pouted and said.

"Don't be rude! That old, old-timer is a person respected by my ancestors of Xiangmen, how can I comment on him in such a tone!" Xiang Yiming scolded in a low voice.

"You're afraid of being heard by that old man, I'm not afraid, and I'm just telling the truth, I heard that there was an ancestor in our Xiang family, who originally had the ability to climb to the top, but when he was at the 150,000th level, he was troubled by the old man, saying that it was a test of desire, but it turned out to be just a disguise, secretly hiding the measurement test, it was really cunning;

Hearing the conversation between the two, Han Xiuzhu was worried.

"I hope that the old-timer won't make things too difficult for Su Mitian, otherwise such a great talent will stop at the 150,000th level, which is really a loss for the human race. Han Xiuzhu prayed silently.

Su Yi is still lost in the illusion in which he has spent decades.

After her release, Su Yi built a thatched hut by the river in a rural area and settled there, making a living from fishing and farming.

Cold and summer alternate, spring and autumn change.

The past few decades have passed so slowly, but the "more difficult tribulation" that Su Yi was waiting for has not come, and the old man who asked the question seems to have forgotten him in the long river of time.

The ruthless years deprived Su Yi of her youth and extinguished Su Yi's flame of hope.

He was old, gray-headed, and weak in his legs, and had to rely on crutches to walk.

Su Yi understood that when he closed his eyes forever in the illusion, it would be the moment when he failed the test.

Every time he thought of this, Su Yi felt more and more anxious, even with his calm character, he couldn't help but feel anxious when facing this kind of road that would never see the end.

The flames of anxiety burned in his heart, more torturous than any whipping and torture.

The more anxious Su Yi became, the slower the passage of time became.

Later, Su Yi could no longer tell which was the "reality" between the daily life he and Su Shi'er experienced and the decades of hardships he spent in the illusion.

"Could it be that my trip to Jiuding Mountain really wants to stop here?" Su Yi felt extremely unwilling.

Fortunately, in these difficult years, in addition to fishing and farming, Su Yi also had some good pastimes, that is, from time to time to open short-term private schools to educate the children in the South Village.

As a result, Su Yi has gained a lot of experience as a teacher.

What made Su Yi even more pleased was that among the students he taught, there was a poor boy who was extremely studious, and even during the suspension period, the latter would come to the river from time to time to ask him questions he didn't understand.

Su Yi also patiently answered for him.

One day in August, the young man visited again and asked, "Sir, I have heard from the elders of the village about the hardships you suffered when you were young, and my heart is more and more admired. ”

"Tell me about it. Su Yi smiled.

"Sir once gave the example of the sages to teach us to cultivate our minds, you once said: If Han Xin can't endure the humiliation of his crotch, there will be no soldiers and immortals in later generations; Wu Zixu fled to Wu State by begging all the way to avenge his father; Sima Qian did not hesitate to endure the punishment of Dabi in order to make the "Historical Records" come out; Gou Jian tried his courage to achieve the great cause of recovering the country; and the rest of Chong'er, Bian He, Sun Bin, King Wen and others were nothing more than enduring humiliation and burdens in order to achieve the great cause of a thousand histories, but I don't know what great goal you endured hardships and endured pain, but for what great goal?"

The young man sincerely asked for advice, and these words were thrown into Su Yi's heart, but they stirred up a huge wave.

Yes, Su Yi has repeatedly used the deeds of these sages to motivate himself and educate others, but he himself has ignored one of the most critical factors: what is he for?

What's the point of bearing the burden of humiliation without a purpose?

"Authorities fandom" is really a magical concept, and Su Yi finally realized now: it turns out that what he lacks in this test is a "goal"!

As if Tiangong cooperated with Su Yi's mood, there was a sudden lightning and thunder outside the house, and the heavy rain was pouring down, and the young man couldn't go home for a while, so he fell asleep in Su Yi's grass hut early.

Su Yi sat alone in front of the door and thought, and when it was dusk, the thunderstorm gradually subsided, and soon after, the wind blew fiercely, sweeping away the large thatch on the roof.

Su Yi's thoughts were interrupted, and when she was about to take back the thatch, she suddenly saw a group of wild children appearing in a hilarious manner, taking the thatch away mischievously, and making a big face at him; Su Yi was old at the moment, and her legs and feet were inconvenient, so she couldn't catch up with this group of children no matter what, so she could only shout loudly, but it was useless.

Su Yi sighed and returned to the door.

At night, when the wind and rain returned, and the house was leaking, Su Yi sighed, and gathered the thatch on the roof so that it would not drip on the young man;

Su Yi sighed at the hardships of life, but she had some enlightenment in her heart.

The next day, the young man woke up early, and Su Yi said to him, "I have summarized the answer to what you asked last night, would you like to hear it?"

"Please sir. The boy arched his hand.

"The reason why I endure humiliation is that my goal is very simple. ”

When the words fell, Su Yi raised her eyes to look at the clear sun and blue sky after the rain, and read out the classic poem of the poet Saint Du Fu:

"The high wind roared in August and autumn, rolling up the triple thatch on my house. Mao flies across the river and sprinkles the suburbs of the river, the high one hangs on the long forest tops, and the lower one floats to sink the pond pass.

The children of Nancun bullied me for being old and powerless, and they could endure being thieves on the other side, and openly hugged the grass into the bamboo. His lips were dry and he couldn't breathe, and he came back and sighed to himself.

The Russian wind sets the clouds and ink, and the autumn desert turns to darkness. The cloth has been cold like iron for many years, and Jiao'er is wicked and cracked. There is no dry place in the bedside room, and the rain feet are like hemp and have not been broken. Since the mourning and lack of sleep, why get wet for a long night?

There are tens of millions of mansions in Ande, and the cold people in the world are happy, and the wind and rain do not move like a mountain! Woohoo! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, it is enough for me to be alone and freeze to death!" (To be continued.) )