Fighter of the Destiny

The strange man crawling out of the cemetery is a black robe.

Her method was indeed amazing, and she actually deceived everyone.

Yes, this cemetery is not an altar used to contact the Holy Light Continent, it is just a means to divert the attention of the Demon Lord.

But this cemetery is indeed an altar.

Those nobles who were used for sacrifice were not sacrificed to the Holy Light Continent, but to the abyss to help her resurrect.

This evil method is the biggest secret why she can live for so many years and is difficult to be killed or caught.

She had done this twice in the past few hundred years.

While establishing a space channel with the Holy Light Continent, she did not forget to arrange her escape route.

Therefore, Chen Changsheng broke through the realm and entered the sacred realm. Su Li's sword came from the sky, which indeed made her very disappointed and extremely painful, but it did not make her despair.

As long as you are alive, you have a chance to come back.

At that time, she was already prepared to be killed by the strong human race, and she was just waiting to be resurrected through the altar.

Who would have thought that Wang Zhice was not planning to kill her, but just wanted to imprison her in Jialan Temple, and he would even fall out with the strong men of the human race for this.

There's something really ironic about this.

Black Robe was not moved, just anxious.

Demon Lord felt her emotions, so he tried to help Liu Qing kill her.

In name, he wanted to live and die with her, but that was not the case.

Although the Demon Lord didn't know what the black robe wanted to do at that time.

All I can say is that the Demon King really loves her.

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The wind howled and the snow moved slightly.

Her eyes fell on the snow, and she saw the little golden blood remaining in the snow.

Those are the blood of the Demon Commander.

The Demon Commander is her most trusted companion.

The body she is using now was personally selected by the Demon Commander and put into this tomb.

Black Robe knew what happened to the Demon Commander subsequently.

She was deeply sorry for this.

Until the end, the Demon Commander didn't know that she had deceived him. She wanted to destroy the Demons as well.

The black robe squatted down, dipped his hand in the snow and dipped some golden blood that had already changed color, stretched it to his nose, sniffed it, and then kissed it.

She stood up and walked up the snow slope.

She stayed in the tomb for many days, and did not dare to come out until she was sure that the human army's alert had been relaxed.

These days, she has eaten nothing but snow and water, and has to endure the severe cold, so she is now very weak.

The most important thing is that she now needs to practice again. It will take dozens of days to be able to protect herself. As for returning to the level of her heyday, it will probably take decades.

She slowly walked to the top of the snow slope and looked at the snowfield in the distance, with a smile on her slightly rotten lips.

Thinking about the severe cold and hunger she had endured these days, she felt that she was truly an amazing Avenger.

In the snowfield, she prepared many hiding places and food. As long as she could walk there, she would be temporarily safe.

Only when she regains her strength will she return to Xue Lao City, no, directly return to her long-lost homeland in the south.

She has already thought about what to do when the time comes. Humans who completely defeat the demons will inevitably fall into internal struggles again, whether it is between the north and the south, between the court and the palace, between the human race and the demon race, or even between the pair of masters. New conflicts will arise between brothers.

This is a historical necessity and a regular weapon that she will use.

Revenge will continue.

The black robe looked back at Xue Laocheng with a touch of emotion.

Stories are usually written like this, with an open ending, waiting for a new chapter to appear many years later.

But today the story is different.

The black robe was about to walk down the hillside and disappear into the vast snowfield.

At this moment, a piece of snow rose high and then spread out.

A very tall demon stood up from the snow, and a shadow fell on the black-robed face.

The black robe only took one look and determined that he should be a member of the Pantagruel family.

The problem is that this demon is already dead. It's just a corpse. It's just because of the recent cold weather that it hasn't rotted away. It looks like a zombie.

How could a zombie rise up from the ground in a cemetery and rush towards him?

The black robe looked at the corpse getting closer and closer, his pupils narrowed, thinking what the hell is this?

In the past, the black robe only needed to flick its sleeves, or even just glance at it, to turn the corpse into powder.

But now she has lost all her cultivation and is very weak. She has no ability at all and cannot avoid it even if she wants to.

boom! The tall demon corpse directly pressed on the black robe's body, pressing her to the snow.

Whether it was a coincidence or intentional, there was a hard stone in the snow that happened to hit her neck.

There was a soft snap.

The black robe's cervical vertebra was broken, and blood slowly flowed out, gradually staining the snow red.

She opened her eyes wide and looked at the gray sky, full of anger, despair, and a touch of confusion.

At this moment, she couldn't even blow away the snowflakes that were about to fall in her eyes, let alone push away the heavy demon corpse.

She could only wait helplessly for death to come.

After a while, the heavy demon corpse moved to the side.

With a hissing sound, a crack appeared in the chest and abdomen of the corpse, and a person slowly crawled out from inside.

The man was wearing very thin clothes, with blood and stains everywhere on his body. He was very thin, pale, and exuded a foul odor.

I don't know if he used up his last strength, but the man panted heavily and lay motionless on the snow, next to the black robe.

The black robe turned his head with some difficulty, looked at him and asked, Who are you?

The man's voice was small and hoarse because he hadn't drank water for several days.

My name is Zhexiu.

Hei Pao knew who Zhe Xiu was and remained silent.

The cold wind whistled on the snow slope, and cavalry passed by in the distance. No one noticed that on the top of the snow slope, two people were lying quietly side by side.

If someone looks down from a high altitude, they may think that this picture is a bit aesthetic, and they look like a couple who died in love.

Unfortunately, this is not true.

I don't know how much time passed, but the black robe sighed quietly and asked, How did you know?

The question was naturally about how Zhexiu guessed that she would borrow the corpse in the cemetery to resurrect.

Zhe Xiu said: I don't know what you want to do, but when I came to this cemetery, I happened to see you there.

At that time, the human army was about to break through Xue Lao City. At such a tense moment, the injured Hei Pao was still in the mood to come to this cemetery, which showed that this cemetery was very important to her.

The black robe said: So you've been waiting here for me to come back?

Zhe Xiu said: Yes.

The black robe said: Have you never thought that your idea might be wrong?

That night in the Demon Palace, she was killed by Liu Qing, and her soul escaped with the help of the altar, but she did not leave in a hurry, and hid in the cemetery for dozens of days very carefully.

She couldn't think of anyone who could endure it better than herself.

What's more, there was no reason for Zhexiu to endure in this cemetery for so many days just for the sake of an inference.

Zhexiu said: I'm not needed elsewhere. I'm suitable for making up for the missing parts.

The black robe said: What if I never show up? Will you keep waiting? Until you finally become a real zombie?

Zhe Xiu said: No, I will leave naturally when I confirm that you will not come back here.

The black robe asked: How do you confirm?

Zhexiu said: When hunting, the most important thing is not experience, but intuition.

The black robe said: What if your intuition is wrong?

Zhexiu said: Not every time you hunt, you will definitely be able to catch prey. Just come back next time.

The black robe thought for a moment and said, That makes sense.

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News of Zhishou's reappearance quickly spread to Kyoto, and with it came the more secretive news.

It wasn't until he read the contents of the letter that Chen Changsheng realized that Hei Pao was not dead, and that he died in Zhe Xiu's hands. This matter was not made public because Zhe Xiu made it very clear in the letter that he did not need to do this. For all things considered, it is best to pretend that this episode did not happen.

Therefore, Liu Qing still thought that Heipao died under his own sword, and felt that he no longer had any career pursuits. After confirming that the imperial court and the palace did not need him to inquire about Cao Yunping, he was witnessed by Xu Yourong and Archbishop Eucalyptus. He ended his career as a killer peacefully and began his later life.

Chen Changsheng went to Beibingmasi Hutong and met with King Chen Liu.

At this time, King Chen Liu naturally had no need to hide anything anymore. He was calm with a bit of arrogance, without any consciousness of being a prisoner. Looking at the somewhat unfamiliar face of this once familiar friend, Chen Changsheng finally understood why Tang Sanliu had always disliked him.

——King Chen Liu is a very calm and sober person. He lives a very clear life and knows what he wants to pursue in his life. Therefore, his desires will appear very upright, which can also be understood as naked and finally revealed. It was calmness, and this was the pretentiousness that Tang Sanliu disliked the most.

King Chen Liu looked into Chen Changsheng's eyes and said, In another history, maybe I won in the end.

Chen Changsheng said: Maybe, because there was no me in that history.

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Four years ago, a crabapple tree was replanted in the small courtyard in Beibingmasi Hutong.

Two years ago, the restoration project of Tianshu Mausoleum was officially completed. The river embankments and bluestone paths that were damaged in the war more than ten years ago and the conflict ten years ago have been repaired. With the careful craftsmanship of skilled craftsmen, it doesn't feel particularly brand-new, but rather looks like it has been restored to the old.

Looking at Qinglin, Wang Po thought of Xunmei.

He walked the path of God, and no one could stop him.

The pavilion has collapsed and has not been rebuilt. History is dead and there are no tombkeepers here.

He walked to the top of the peak and looked at the wordless Heavenly Book Monument, and was silent for a long time.

He turned around and looked at Kyoto under the mausoleum, and finally his eyes fell on the imperial palace.

It's a cool autumn day.

He turned and left.

I have never been to Kyoto again.

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Chen Changsheng came to the palace and told the rest of the people about Wang Po's departure.

The expressions of the rest of the people remained unchanged, but the expressions of General Heming and the ministers were obviously much more relaxed.

After everyone retreated, Yucai made his own comments about this matter or Wang Po.

He who has the common people in his heart is a true soldier of the country.

Chen Changsheng felt a little heavy. Wang Po's departure reminded him of Shang Xingzhou's life.

Master only wants to do one thing in his life. If he were still alive now, he would definitely be very happy, but maybe... he would also be very empty.

Maybe.

Yu Ren didn't finish what he said. He looked at the piece of paper on the case, shook his head and said, If you use the wrong pen, rewrite it a hundred times.

The little Taoist priest, who was already very resistant to the calligraphy class, looked at Chen Changsheng pitifully with watery eyes and shouted: Brother...

When they were at the old temple in Xining Town, if Yu Renhe and Chen Changsheng made mistakes in their silent writing, they would definitely be punished.

Chen Changsheng had seen too many scenes like this. He reached out and touched the little Taoist priest's head, and said with a smile: He is the senior brother, and I have to listen to him.

Yu Ren said: So, leaving at the right time is a very beautiful thing.

This is an answer to what Chen Changsheng said just now.

Because of the suddenness, Chen Changsheng was stunned for a moment before he answered.

Yes.