Fighter of the Destiny

Shang Xingzhou knew that was his face.

But it still felt strange to him.

Because it was very different from the face he usually saw in the mirror.

No one knows what kind of person Shang Xingzhou is, probably only Yu knows better.

Neither Mrs. Tang, Yin nor Chen Changsheng knew much about it.

To describe it in two words, it is not close.

Shang Xingzhou is not close to his junior brother, nor is he close to his old friends, nor is he close to his apprentice.

He is not close to the whole world. Although he takes the initiative or passively, he wants to take the world forward.

It is said that the black robe is the most mysterious figure in the world. In fact, in the first few hundred years, he was even more mysterious.

He is more tolerant, more low-key, or more undemanding than Black Robe.

If he is willing, his portrait is definitely qualified to be hung in Lingyan Pavilion, and it will be ranked very high.

But he still chose to stay in the dark night, without seeing the sun or interacting with others.

During those hundreds of years, he played various roles and had countless faces.

Perhaps it is for this reason that he often looks in the mirror so that he can confirm who he is today.

Gradually, he got used to talking to himself in the mirror, and this continued until he no longer needed to play other roles.

He had always carried the Haotian Mirror with him, and it was not until this year that Xu Yourong took it to Baidi City, where it was broken into pieces in that battle.

He knows his face better than anyone else, so it feels strange at this time.

This face is a little haggard, without its usual heroic spirit, so it looks old.

The most important thing is that his eyes are no longer as calm as before.

Between the raised eyebrows and the pretended indifference in his eyes, the domineering aura is clearly visible, and he looks so stupid.

Just like the youngest prince back then, he was shouting something with twisted eyebrows in the Herb Garden.

In the end, he was not shot to death by random arrows.

Well, when King Chu died, his face was also covered in blood, which was very ugly.

Where did you go next?

Yes, I went to the palace and conveyed His Majesty's wishes to Emperor Taizu.

Taizu seemed fat and stupid, but he was actually extremely smart. How could he see his murderous intention?

Your Majesty is too merciful. He should have killed Wang Zhice that night. Why should he be spared?

Without him, wouldn't it be possible to defeat the demon clan? It's really inexplicable.

Chen Xuanba was so amazing and talented, and King Chu was so talented and resourceful. Didn't His Majesty bear the pain and destroy him? Why cherish a scholar?

Shang Xingzhou's thoughts drifted back from the past, and his gaze retracted from the distance and fell on Chen Changsheng's face.

There was blood on Chen Changsheng's face, but for some reason, it still looked clean.

Moreover, this face is very calm, and there is no fear on it.

Shang Xingzhou was a little angry.

What Chen Changsheng said made him very uncomfortable.

Chen Changsheng's calmness was even more unacceptable to him.

He asked: Are you really not afraid of death?

Chen Changsheng said: Master, you should know better than anyone how afraid of death I am.

When Shang Xingzhou said those words to him when he was ten years old, he felt sad for a long time.

There were many nights when he cried secretly under the quilt.

It was Yu Ren who patted his back and coaxed him through the quilt.

But how could Shang Xingzhou not know this in a room separated by a wall?

But if you think about it too many times and fear it for a long time, you will naturally become numb.

Chen Changsheng continued: Speaking of which, I really have to thank you for arranging such a life for me.

Shang Xingzhou said: At that time, you were sure that you would not live to be twenty years old, and you were living towards death every day. Naturally, it was easy to overcome your fear. Now you have changed your destiny against the will of heaven, and you can live happily in the world for a thousand years, and you even have a good chance of surviving. Seeing great freedom, why are you still not afraid?

I don't know if I am really unafraid or not. I will probably only understand my feelings when death really comes.

Chen Changsheng said: I will help you see yourself clearly, and you can also help me see myself clearly.

Others are hell.

Death is a mirror.

You can dress appropriately.

You can make your mind clear.

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Time passes slowly.

The maple trees are quiet.

Shang Xingzhou hasn't taken action yet.

let it go.

Wang Zhice said.

Since you don't take action, why not let go.

The phrase let go has two meanings.

Let go of the hand on Chen Changsheng's neck.

Let go of the world.

Shang Xingzhou didn't speak or move.

Don't you think it's shameful to let go like this?

Tang Sanliu suddenly laughed, and then slapped his right face hard.

The snap was very crisp and loud.

The right side of Tang Sanliu's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He looked at Shang Xingzhou and said very seriously: Look, what is face?

Shang Xingzhou still didn't speak.

In the eyes of some people, Tang Sanliu's behavior was just to disturb Shang Xingzhou's mind, and was essentially nonsense.

Chen Changsheng didn't think so, he knew that this was the real problem.

He had just said that it was impossible for someone like Shang Xingzhou, who was always right, to admit defeat.

This fact made him feel a little tired, or boring.

He said to Shang Xingzhou: Why can't you learn to admit defeat?

I didn't lose, so why should I admit defeat? Don't forget that for a thousand years, I have always been the winner.

Shang Xingzhou said proudly: Even though I underestimated Tianhai and made mistakes, I won in the end.

Chen Changsheng was silent for a while and asked, If you don't want to admit defeat, what about admitting your mistake?

It was quiet.

People's eyes fell on him.

If you insist on not admitting defeat, can you admit your mistake?

Chen Changsheng looked at Shang Xingzhou and asked seriously.

Shang Xingzhou looked slightly startled.

Three years ago at the National Education College, it was snowing that night. I told you at that time that you were the one who made the mistake between us.

Chen Changsheng said: Since you were wrong, why don't you admit your mistake?

Don’t talk about victory or defeat, let’s talk about right and wrong.

Who is right and who is wrong?

If you don’t admit defeat, will you admit your mistake?

Shang Xingzhou remained silent.

Chen Changsheng looked at him and asked, Master, is it so difficult for you to admit your mistake?

Shang Xingzhou looked at him quietly and slowly let go of his hand.

No one came forward, because the two were still very close, and they could touch each other with just a stretch of their hands.

Next, Chen Changsheng said a few words.

In the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, I told you that maybe you will find out what you really want until the last moment. That was the last moment just now.

You asked me why I arranged this battle, and this is the answer. I want to ask you to face yourself. It may be a little ugly, but it is true.

You don't want to kill me, you never kill me because you know you are wrong.

Everything you have done related to me since twenty years ago has been wrong.

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(In the original plot design, this section was more intense. Chen Yao, like Ma Jingtao, kept shouting at Shang Xingzhou, Kill me! Kill me if you can! He was spitting everywhere. After thinking about it carefully, I changed it to what it is now because I think it’s beautiful like this. The chapter name is intentional and there’s nothing wrong with it.)