Fighter of the Destiny

(I was very moved when I received a handwritten copy of Zhe Tian Ji from several book friends. This New Year gift is really good and meaningful. I will discuss it in detail another day. Thank you all.)

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It was Chen Changsheng's arrangement to use the formation left by Zhou Du|fu to unleash the true power of the Heavenly Book Monument to fight against Shang Xingzhou.

During those nights in the stone chamber of the palace, the plan had become very mature.

But in the original plan, the Nanxi Zhai Sword Formation should have been deployed around the Zhou Tomb at this time.

Thousands of famous swords that have returned to the grassland will once again form a balance with the four Heavenly Book Steles to ensure that Zhou Garden will not collapse.

If all of these fall into place, he has a 70% chance of defeating his master.

Unfortunately, all his swords were taken away by Shang Xingzhou, and his chance of victory was naturally reduced a lot.

More importantly, without the suppression of thousands of vicissitudes of sword intent, the clear light emitted by the Heavenly Book Monument would most likely destroy Zhou Yuan before defeating Shang Xingzhou.

Shang Xingzhou understood Chen Changsheng's intention and the current situation with just one glance.

Therefore, he will not give in, let alone admit defeat.

He will persist until the end, even at the risk of touching Zhou Yuan's ban.

Chen Changsheng can continue to attack with the Heavenly Book Monument until he is defeated, but Zhou Garden may be destroyed early.

Otherwise, Chen Changsheng would have to leave Zhou Garden as soon as possible with the four Heavenly Book Steles.

But back in the real world, without Zhou Yuan's restrictions, he could not exert the power of the Heavenly Book Monument, and there was no sword... How could Chen Changsheng defeat him?

It's still a multiple choice question.

Shang Xingzhou looked at Chen Changsheng quietly.

The clear light falling from the sky was held up by his palm, and the endless wind and clouds were constantly rising and dying in it.

Everything in the world is often a multiple-choice question in the end.

It's really easy to get bored.

Why do I always have to make a choice?

Chen Changsheng was really angry, or annoyed, and his voice carried far away in the wind.

Shang Xingzhou looked indifferent and had no intention of answering him.

From Xining Town to Kyoto, from the age of ten to now, he has done so many multiple-choice questions that he is really bored.

He really wanted to ask his master if it bothered him to do this all the time.

But in the end he didn't ask because he knew it would be useless.

As he had done over the past few years, he had made a habit of doing it rather than saying it.

No matter what choice you make.

Or, make no choice.

Yes, he really didn't want to choose anymore today.

His eyes were extremely bright, like the moonlight in Xunyang City.

His consciousness flew through the air and landed on Shang Xingzhou's sleeve, trying to regain control of the Hidden Edge Sword's scabbard.

Even if not, at least reconnect with the swords in their scabbards.

He believed that as long as those swords sensed his consciousness, they would follow his will, break out of their sheaths, and return to this world.

However, he failed.

His face turned even paler, like the snow in the wilderness.

A stream of blood spilled from the corner of his lips, like a lonely wintersweet in the snowfield.

Shang Xingzhou's right hand still held the sky.

The wind moved his sleeves, and you could vaguely see the scabbard he held in his left hand.

Chen Changsheng's eyes fell on that place.

When making a choice, you can often see a person's truest courage, wisdom and character.

Shang Xingzhou looked at him and said, I am very disappointed with you today because you don't even have the courage to make a choice.

Chen Changsheng said: Since no matter what choice I make, I will lose, then why should I choose?

Shang Xingzhou said: Because that is your life.

Many years ago at the old temple in Xining Town, he said something to Chen Changsheng.

If you are sick and cannot be cured, that is your fate.

Today he said something similar again.

No matter what you choose, you will lose, and that is your fate.

Chen Changsheng looked at the grassland in the distance and said nothing for a long time.

Shang Xingzhou looked at him quietly and said nothing.

I don't know how much time passed, but Chen Changsheng looked away, looked at Shang Xingzhou and said, But my disease has been cured.

Yes, his illness has been cured.

He is still alive.

So, there is no such thing as destiny.

Then the choice has meaning.

Win or lose.

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It was quiet inside and outside the Anglican Academy.

There are people everywhere in Baihua Lane, but no sound can be heard, let alone noisy.

People's faces were filled with tension, anxiety and worry.

By this time, everyone already knew that the place where Shang Xingzhou and Chen Changsheng were fighting was in Zhou Garden.

People couldn't see the light of the sword or hear the sound of the sword. No one knew the specific situation.

But for sacred powerhouses like Wang Po and Xiang Wang, space cannot isolate all information.

Why is there not even a hint of sword intent in the National Education Academy?

The Prime Minister's expression seemed to be smiling or crying, with no real emotions visible. The hands holding the fat on his abdomen were subconsciously rubbing it.

Wang Po thought of some possibility and his face became a little solemn.

Tang Thirty-Six's level was of course impossible to know what was going on in Zhou Garden, but he always paid attention to the changes in Wang Po's expression.

From the beginning to now, his eyes have been falling on Wang Po's face through the crack in the window.

This is his only source of information now.

Looking at Wang Po's face, he vaguely guessed that the situation was not good, and his face turned a little pale.

There is a Ru kiln azure cup broken into several pieces on the floor, with some water stains and tea leaves.

He held a teapot in his hand, and the tea in the pot was already cold.

He picked up the teapot and poured half a pot of cold tea into his mouth, but he still couldn't calm his racing heart or extinguish the fire in his heart.

He rushed towards the bottom of the teahouse, but Su Moyu failed to stop him and let him run directly to the gate of the National Education College.

The King of Linghai and others looked slightly strange, wondering what he was doing here?

The imperial court and the Li Palace jointly decided to close the National Education Academy, and only Wang Zhice, Shang Xingzhou, and Chen Changsheng's master and apprentice could be inside.

The state cavalry and black armor cavalry were guarding the surroundings, and countless powerful monks gathered, including those at the level of Wang Po and Xiang Wang.

No one can even think of entering the National Education Academy at this time.

Tang Thirty-Six ignored the unkind and warning glances at all, and started scolding those princes before they could speak.

Shut up, everyone!

This is the Chinese Academy of Education, and I am the supervisor. If Chen Changsheng is not here, I am the biggest one!

No one can enter because I don't agree. If I want to enter, who does I need to agree to?

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There was a period of chaos in Baihua Alley, swords flew up and down, and there were even a few crossbow arrows slicing through the sky.

Wang Zhice turned around to look at the lakeside and saw Tang Sanliu.

Of course Tang Thirty-Six guessed that he was Wang Zhice, but he did not come forward to meet him and asked directly: How to enter Zhou Garden?

For countless years, Wang Zhice has never met someone who knew his identity but didn't care. He couldn't help but feel a little surprised, and then found it interesting.

He opened his palm to reveal the black stone and said, Enter through this door.

Tang Thirty-Six said: Give it to me.

His request was very concise and clear.

So much so that Wang Zhice was stunned before he reacted.

Why?

Zhou Garden belongs to Chen Changsheng, so naturally this thing also belongs to him.

He gave it to me, and it was originally mine.

This time it was Tang Sanliu's turn to be stunned before he reacted.

It was yours originally, which means it's not yours now. And how old are you? If he gives it to you, you can take it!

Wang Zhice had never seen such an unreasonable person before, and he quickly guessed the origin of this little guy.

He said: Your grandfather wouldn't dare to talk to me like that.

Nonsense, except Emperor Taizong, who dares to be disrespectful to you?

Tang Sanshiliu changed the subject and said, But I want to congratulate you today.

Wang Zhice asked: What's the matter?

Congratulations to you for finally meeting someone other than Emperor Taizong who dares to confront you again.

Tang Sanshiliu looked at him and said seriously: If you refuse to give me this thing, I will call you a motherfucker.

Wang Zhice raised his eyebrows slightly and said, I am the referee of this battle.

Tang Sanshiliu said: You were invited by Shang Xingzhou, I don't trust you.

Wang Zhice said: The Pope trusts me.

Tang Sanshiliu said: What the hell does it have to do with me?

Wang Zhice said calmly: If I don't give it to you, what can you do?

Tang Sanliu's answer was still so concise and clear.

The Wenshui sword was unsheathed, and thousands of golden leaves sprouted from the lake.

Wang Zhice's expression changed slightly.

It wasn't because Tang Sanliu drew his sword.

It was because of Tang Sanliu's return to the sword.

Kill yourself.