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[Ran^Text^Library] []. [774] [buy]. []"This is a beech tree, it is said that more than 300 years ago, a scholar planted here, when he planted the zelkova tree was to encourage himself to take the imperial examination high school, and return to his hometown to repay his parents for raising him. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Disheartened, Info committed suicide by throwing himself into the river, leaving only this zelkova tree to inspire future generations. Lin Sen turned around, looked at the man, and smiled: "I didn't expect that there was such a story behind this beech tree." The man smiled innocently and asked, "You're from out of town, right?" Lin Sen nodded with a smile. The man smiled haughtily: "Little brother, little Evian is not sensible, there are many troubles these days, if you don't dislike it today, come over for a meal, I have my own multigrain wine, which is much better than those in restaurants." Lin Sen felt an indescribable emotion in his heart, thinking that the first time he drank alcohol was after Shizun took a blow from the Heavenly God Axe for himself, and now a hundred years have passed. Thinking of this, Lin Sen hesitated a little and nodded. Evian's mother was a kind woman, and it can be seen from some details that she had a gentle temperament, and it was a happy family of three. Tang Yiyun's father, Tang Yue, is a blacksmith, and because the shop they opened is relatively remote, the business is not very good, but they rely on the help of neighbors, and occasionally take out some finished products to set up stalls, and their lives are quite compact. In the blacksmith shop, a round table is placed, and a few home-cooked dishes are already placed on the table. Even though Lin Sen had opened the valley and had not eaten for many years, he still picked up the chopsticks and ate a few bites. Drinking the other party's self-brewed multigrain wine, Lin Sen's state of mind became more easy-going at this moment, and the spiritual power in his body flowed in an unprecedented state, this was the first time that Lin Sen had operated his spiritual power without running the exercises. "This is really good wine!" Lin Sen couldn't help but give a thumbs up, Tang Yue was quite proud, he raised his wine glass and drank with Lin Sen again, until he was full of wine and food, Lin Sen did not leave. Since this day, there has been an indispensable thing in Lin Sen's life, that is, this multigrain wine, and little Evian will come to Lin Sen almost every day, although there are not many opportunities to play every time, but the little girl has a special sense of intimacy every time she sees Lin Sen, and every time she comes, she will hold a pot of multigrain wine. In this ordinary life, Lin Sen's state of mind has been greatly improved, at this moment, he has forgotten his identity as a cultivator, forgotten more than a hundred years of grievances and grievances, and ruthless killing, but is really integrated into the life of mortals. Every morning, Lin Sen would open the shop and meditate quietly in the shop. The neighbors around him gradually got to know this young man from other places and also had a good impression of him. In addition to meditating in the shop every day, Lin Sen also has one thing to do is to stand under the beech tree and gaze at this towering ancient tree, and one stop is an afternoon. Regarding Lin Sen's strange behavior, Tang Yue once asked once, and Lin Sen's answer this time was: "I have a wooden character in my name, so I have a soft spot for this tree!" This sentence was originally said by Lin Sen casually, but when he thought about it, he was not fond of trees, but a kind of longing. "Ah Gong named you Lin Sen, which has its own meaning. Wood is the vitality, the five trees are the extreme, if you cultivate this way, you will live forever......" Lin Sen inadvertently, thinking of Ah Gong's words, he suddenly felt that his name may be related to the path he will take in the future. A year passed in the blink of an eye, and in this year, the mysterious old man never appeared again, although Lin Sen said that he would think of this person from time to time, but gradually, he stopped paying attention to it. He was completely immersed in gazing at the beech trees, looking for a way to connect with his name. Because he firmly believes that Ah Gong must have a reason for naming himself after Lin Sen. Every time he looked at the beech tree, he would pick up the jug from time to time, and when he was about to drink it, he was dumbfounded to find that there was no wine in the jug. Often at this time, little Evian will come running, and she will always come over with a jug of wine. Sure enough, it didn't take long for Evian, who had already grown a lot taller, to run over and say in a milky voice: "Uncle Lin, there is no wine again, here you go." Lin Sen smiled slightly, took the wine jug and took a big sip, this multigrain wine tasted spicy with a hint of sweetness, and after drinking it, a trace of heat rose in his lower abdomen, which made him have an endless aftertaste. In the course of the year, this multigrain wine has become a necessity for Lin Sen. "Uncle Lin, aren't you tired of looking at the big trees all day?" Xiao Yiyun was already accustomed to Lin Sen's strange behavior, but she would still ask from time to time. Lin Sen looked at Evian with a smile, and suddenly his mind flashed, and he asked rhetorically: "Little Evian, can you tell your uncle what you see on this big tree?" Little Evian blinked her big innocent eyes, she looked up at the lush canopy, the branches were covered with countless green leaves, and the vigorous vitality made this big tree that has been more than three hundred years old always glow green. Little Evian thought about it, and suddenly shouted: "Little Evian saw the bird's nest, look, it's right there!" As she spoke, she also stretched out her little hand and pointed at the tree, making Lin Sen cry and laugh. At this time, she hurriedly ran out, as if she had found something extremely magical to share with the other friends. Lin Sen had already discovered that there were quite a few bird's nests in the trees, perched on the branches of the leafy trees, living carefree. He shook his head and smiled bitterly, picked up the flask and took another big sip. But just as he had just taken a sip of multigrain wine, Lin Sen suddenly raised his head and looked at the bird's nest on the trunk of the tree again. At this moment, in his mind, the picture he had seen in the past year appeared. Last year, he saw three little creatures born in the nest that little Evian was referring to, and their parents fed them every day, and soon after, they grew up, full of wings, and began to try to fly. Once, he found that one of the chicks had fallen off during a test flight and died. It's just that the other two birds were not intimidated, they flapped their wings in the nest again and again, and exercised hard, and finally one day, these two birds successfully flew out of the beech tree and walked out of the wider world. "The beech tree provides a habitat for the birds, but they cannot control their fate, although the birds are small, they are not willing to be confined to a small space......" Lin Sen's mind flashed a trace of clarity, he seemed to have caught something, but he could not find the root of that trace of clarity. "What is life, life is life! And fate is the process of the end of each living being's life, this process can be controlled by oneself or others!" At this moment, Lin Sen seemed to see the vigorous vitality emanating from the beech tree, this vitality had no color, and this discovery surprised him, this was the first time he saw this strange phenomenon since he came to the Tao.