Fighter of the Destiny

The breeze passed through the ruins, fluttering the sleeves, and gradually brought about a hint of murderous intent.

Others couldn't feel it, but King Chen Liu knew it very well.

He stared into Taoist Siyuan's eyes and said word by word: Chen Changsheng will not kill me.

Taoist nun Huaishu was startled, and then she understood what he meant. She subconsciously wanted to stop him, but found that her senior sister had not spoken.

Taoist Aunt Huairen looked to the south of Kyoto, not knowing what she was thinking, and ignored what was about to happen.

At this time, a short knife appeared just outside the broken wall of the flower hall, cutting off the random wind and some possibility.

When Taoist Siyuan looked over, the short knife had already returned to the opponent's sleeve.

Hu Thirty-Two ended the inspection of the palace.

Taoist Siyuan said expressionlessly: Sometimes kindness equals stupidity.

Hu Sanji said humbly: Since it is His Majesty's will, then the fallacy is also correct. The stupidity can only be because of us.

It sounds a bit hard to pronounce, but actually the meaning is very simple.

Even if His Holiness the Pope is wrong, he is still right.

What if His Holiness the Pope is really wrong? Please continue to refer to the sentence above.

Taoist Siyuan looked back at King Chenliu, and the wind beside his sleeves also stopped.

Hu Thirty-Two briefly explained the current situation.

From the collapse of Mount Mo to the control of the Taiping Road by the priests from the Imperial Palace, a lot happened around Kyoto, but in reality it was only a short period of time.

The Tianshu Mausoleum was still in a confrontation. Even when facing the real legend, Xu Yourong had no intention of giving in.

Huairen and Huaishu had entered the tunnel since early morning and had no idea what was happening at the Tomb of Heavenly Books.

When they knew that even Wang Zhice had appeared, they were naturally surprised.

Why would Mr. Wang...

Huaishu was very nervous and could not continue to speak.

Huairen thought to himself that it was no wonder that he had previously felt that there were some problems in the south. After pondering for a moment, he said, Let's go to the Mausoleum of the Book of Heaven to have a look.

Huaishu's voice trembled slightly as he said, That's Mr. Wang.

Huairen said calmly: Even Lord Wang cannot kill Saintess Peak.

After saying these words, she left the Prime Minister's Mansion with Huaishu and headed towards the Tomb of Heavenly Books.

Being able to make such a tough choice at this moment made the priests respect Taoist Huairen, or Saintess Peak, even more.

Taoist Siyuan ignored these things. He looked at King Chenliu again and said, If I have a chance, I will still kill you today.

Hu Sanji was very helpless as he listened, but he also knew that there was nothing he could do because Taoist Siyuan said there was a chance.

King Chenliu said: You really want to kill me?

Taoist Siyuan said: I wanted to kill you many years ago, because at that time I thought you were a trouble.

At that time, he was a young man who was admired by both Queen Tianhai and His Majesty the Pope, and had just become archbishop.

King Chen Liu is the only representative of the Chen royal family remaining in Kyoto, and he holds a very important position in the hearts of the people and officials.

King Chen Liu said: As Mo Yu said, your murderous nature is indeed great.

Taoist Siyuan said: Why come to sow discord between me and her? Don't talk about you back then. I also wanted to kill His Majesty the Pope.

King Chen Liu knew what he was talking about.

During the siege of the National Education Academy and subsequent events, Taoist Siyuan could often be seen appearing.

Or drink tea in the teahouse in Baihua Lane, or stare at the courtyard wall covered with ivy in the night.

At that time, King Chen Liu was standing opposite him, and what he wanted to do was to protect Chen Changsheng.

But now the situation has been reversed.

Hu San Er led King Chen Liu outside the palace.

Looking at the ruins of the garden and the bodies lying among them, King Chenliu remained silent.

He didn't know where Li Gong was going to imprison him, he didn't know if Taoist Taoist Si Yuan would find an opportunity to kill him secretly, and he didn't know whether he should pray for Chen Changsheng to win or Shang Xingzhou to win.

From the perspective of his life safety, it should certainly be the former.

But that wasn't the ending he wanted to see.

He only knew that no matter whether Shang Xingzhou or Chen Changsheng won in the end today, he and his father had already lost in advance.

Before actually taking action.

Or, it was precisely because he and his father were not really prepared to take action that they were defeated so cleanly.

It now seemed that he, his father, the princes of the Chen family, and even Shang Xingzhou had underestimated Chen Changsheng's courage.

That's right, supreme authority is the most bone-corrosive poison. Who can resist this temptation?

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There was no snow falling in the palace, but it still seemed very cold, perhaps because it was too deserted.

There were only two people in the wide square.

Wu Daozi sat on the cold bluestone floor, his hair was messy, his bandage was stained with blood, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

He was very angry at this time and wanted to greet all the eighteen generations of Chen Changsheng's ancestors, no matter whether there was an ancestor among them or not.

But he didn't dare to do so because a woman in white sacrificial robes stood behind him.

Anhua's delicate face was full of nervousness.

She held the short knife and didn't look anywhere else, just staring at the back of Wu Daozi's neck.

When His Majesty the Pope left, she made it very clear that if things changed, she would kill the old man as soon as possible.

The two archbishops also taught very clearly that if you want to kill someone, it is best to chop off the other person's head.

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Chen Changsheng walked out of the palace.

The teachers and candidates participating in the imperial examination are all in the Qingye world.

The people watching the excitement had already dispersed, and the stone pillars were quiet.

He thought he was alone and was preparing to face this world, but he couldn't help but feel a little lonely.

But just when he was about to sigh, he saw Tang Sanliu.

This made him a little surprised and a little embarrassed.

Tang Sanshiliu said: Since you can write to Guan Bai in advance, you can also tell me.

When he said this, his voice was calm, but everyone could hear the annoyance in it.

Chen Changsheng said: I know the Tang family's style of doing things. There is no way out if we take action, so I don't want you to be involved.

Tang Thirty-Six said: Since we want to move, we must move with thunder. Don't you agree with the saint's approach?

Chen Changsheng said: Yourong's approach is already the best solution that can be thought of in this situation.

Threatening people like Shang Xingzhou with the future of the human race seems naive and ridiculous, but it is not.

Because Shang Xingzhou understands that innocence often means absolute ruthlessness.

If Wang Zhice hadn't suddenly appeared today, Xu Yourong might have succeeded.

Tang Sanshiliu asked: What are you going to do now?

Chen Changsheng said: In terms of cultivation and wisdom, I am not as good as You Rongyuan, but sometimes I am more naive.

Even at such a tense moment, hearing these words, Tang Sanliu couldn't help but want to mock him.

But he didn't do this because he vaguely guessed what Chen Changsheng wanted to express.

The more innocent you are, the colder you are, is this what you mean?

Chen Changsheng knew what he was worried about, so he patted his shoulder and walked towards the south.

Tang Thirty-Six was stunned on the spot. After a while, he woke up and chased after him.