Fighter of the Destiny

The thick wind and snow fell silently, and there was silence around the abandoned well. The trees in Beixinqiao had lost all their leaves, and the trunks were covered with snow, like sentries with guns. The Holy Queen clasped her hands behind her hands and looked towards the direction of the Chinese Academy of Education in the distance. After a moment of silence, she said, The imperial examination is about to begin. What do you think?

The Pope has accepted His Highness Luoluo into the academy according to your wishes, but has made no other statement.

Mo Yu looked at the side of the empress's face and said softly: In fact, in my opinion, the easiest way is to kill Chen Changsheng directly. Why would there be so much trouble?

After the Holy Queen Empress expressed her stance on the turmoil caused by the National Education Academy, no one soon mentioned it again, but Mo Yu believed that the empress did not want to use this matter to show her tolerance and tolerance, but wanted to wait for those who were hiding behind the National Education Academy. Everyone stood up - the empress knows everything in the world, and when I asked her at this time, I must have just wanted to see her attitude, so her attitude must be firm enough.

To her surprise, the Holy Queen did not show any appreciation for her firm and even somewhat cold attitude. Instead, she raised the corners of her lips slightly, showing a somewhat mocking smile, and said: How boring is it to act like this? Let's kill him. , how do you sleep peacefully? You know that the smell on pillows and bedding will eventually dissipate.

Mo Yu was panicked when he heard this, thinking how to explain this?

The Holy Queen didn't give her a chance to explain. She turned around and looked at her, half-smiling but not smiling, and said, On the night of the Ivy Banquet, you imprisoned him in Tong Palace?

Mo Yu suddenly felt that the snow today was a bit cold to the bone. He dared not hesitate for a moment and said, Yes.

The Holy Queen did not look at the abandoned well again and said, That is a good place.

Mo Yu did not dare to speak anymore, lowered his head respectfully and humbly, held her hand, and walked towards the palace.

She trapped Chen Changsheng in Tong Palace that night at the Ivy Banquet. She did it according to the request of a certain big shot. As for why Chen Changsheng was able to escape, did he really enter the bottom of the cold pool and meet the taboo? Mo Yu didn't I don’t know, and I don’t dare to know, because no matter what, it’s her fault.

The empress did not say whether she was satisfied or dissatisfied with her arrangement, but since she mentioned it, it was a warning.

Everyone in the Zhou Dynasty knows that Mo Yu is the second most powerful woman in the world, possessing unimaginable wealth and power. If she occasionally takes the initiative to apply red makeup between her eyebrows, she can revive a trend that has been dormant for hundreds of years. , but she knew very well that all this came from the gift or consent of the empress.

Once the empress begins to doubt her, she will lose everything and die without a burial place.

Today's wind and snow were really cold. The knuckles of her fingers holding the empress were a little white, and her lips were also very pale, without a trace of blood.

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Chen Changsheng woke up in bed at the National Education College.

His face was extremely pale, and his lips were also very pale, with no trace of blood visible.

But there was blood everywhere on his body. There was coagulated blood on his shoulders, chest, and fingernails. It looked particularly dazzling and terrifying compared with the snow-white bedding.

Looking at the roof, he kept his eyes open and remained silent until five breaths passed and his breathing gradually became steady. Then he slowly turned sideways, supported the edge of the bed with his left hand, and slowly sat up.

He sat beside the bed for another five breaths. When his heartbeat gradually returned to normal, he stood up and walked to the mirror.

He looked at the young man covered in blood in the mirror and was silent for a long time.

It feels so good to be alive.

It feels really good to walk around the edge of death and then come back to the world again.

He couldn't remember exactly what happened in the underground space. He only knew that when the stars began to burn, his consciousness fell into an abyss, and the abyss was filled with burning flames and high-temperature smoke. , horrific tearing and unbearable pain, and despair.

He felt like he was in a dream, but he knew it was really happening. He was still in a daze. He subconsciously raised his sleeves and smelled them. There were blood stains everywhere on his clothes. Although there was no pungent smell of blood, it was unbearable for him who likes to be clean. things.

He thought it was all his own blood, but he still couldn't bear it, so he started taking a shower. After washing it many times, he made sure that all the blood was washed away. He wiped the water drops on his body with a big towel, walked to the mirror, and prepared Open the window and let in some clean air from the winter snow.

When he passed the big mirror, he suddenly stopped and looked into the mirror.

In the mirror, the boy was naked from the waist up, looking very ordinary. But he discovered something very unusual.

There are few people in this world who understand their own body very clearly like him - because of his illness, he has always paid great attention to these aspects - he remembers clearly that a senior brother was giving him acupuncture on the top of his left arm. A scar left by a wrong hand. But now, the scar is gone, and the left upper arm is smooth.

Only then did he notice that his skin had become much smoother, like that of a newborn baby. What made him even more confused was that despite being so seriously injured, there was no scar on his body. Even the old scars from the past had disappeared, even the tiniest ones.

Could it be that this is marrow cleansing? From spring to now, in the process of turning the starlight absorbed from the distant destiny star into true essence, part of it helped me successfully cleanse my marrow?

There was no ecstasy in his heart because he was at a loss and was still in a trance.

He looked at the boy in the mirror, frowning and thinking seriously.

Thinking is the most calming and sober thing. He became more and more awake and remembered more and more things. Until the end, he finally remembered that the moment before he fell into coma, he should have been in the cold underground space, in front of Senior Black Dragon. How come he had returned to the National Education Academy when he woke up?

He looked at the slightly damp towel and rubbed it gently with his hands to confirm that the wetness was real.

He walked to the window and looked at the palace wall deep in the winter forest. He thought that coming out of the underground space was the pond. If Black Sheep hadn't found a way to send him back to the National Education Academy, the only one who could have done this would be It should be the middle-aged woman. Who is that woman?

What happened in the underground space before? Why are you still alive? Did he really succeed in cleansing his marrow?

He stood by the window in silence for a long time, and finally made a decision. He walked back to the bed, lifted all the quilts, sat cross-legged on it, closed his eyes, and began to sit and meditate.

The hopeless and full abyss started when he started to look at himself. Now that he survived, he did not hesitate to sit back and look at himself again, because although life was very important to him, he could not accept being confused. Living in confusion, he needs to figure out what state he is in now.

His spiritual consciousness entered his body and began to roam again, but now that he had experience, this roaming was no longer aimless observation, but more like patrolling his own territory. It didn't take long for his spiritual consciousness to come. Arriving at the vast snowfield, I looked at the ground from a high altitude.

He closed his eyes, his eyelashes blinked slightly, and his face was as pale as snow.

He was very nervous, worried that his consciousness would fall directly onto the snowfield like last time and ignite such a terrifying fire again.

Even if he is as strong-willed as he is, he never wants to suffer that kind of pain again.

Fortunately, this time his consciousness did not fall, and nothing special happened.

The snowfield of thousands of miles is still the snowfield of thousands of miles. His spiritual consciousness noticed that there was a snowfield in the corner that burned without a trace, turning into dozens of trickling streams, flowing towards the south, nourishing the desolate wilderness along the way, but those streams It is too thin and the mountains are broken, so it cannot form a so-called water system at all.

Those trickles should be true energy. Due to the special conditions of his meridians, they cannot communicate with each other like ordinary practitioners and can only exist in a small area.

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes and began to think.

His current situation may seem similar to Luoluo's, but in fact the difference is very big.

Luoluo's body is extremely full of true energy, but the demon meridians are very simple compared to humans, so it is difficult to use them to practice human skills. His true energy is very low now, and his meridians are all cut off. It is even more difficult to practice the techniques. However, there is a vague connection between the two.

Regarding the problem of meridians, he has been thinking about it for these years, so he solved Luoluo's problem in just a few months. The process of solving Luoluo's problem is actually preparing him to solve his own problem now. For himself, He has already arranged how to practice.

Yes, the amount of true energy in his body is indeed low now, and the meridians are indeed broken, but it does not mean that he cannot practice.

He walked to the window, looked at the most conspicuous pine tree in the winter forest by the lake, adjusted his breath for a moment, and held the hilt of the dagger.

With a clear clang, the dagger came out of its sheath, and a scattered sword intent drifted toward that place from the window on the second floor.

The first form of Zhongshan's Wind and Rain Sword has a pale yellow color.

But he didn't have the real energy operation method of Zhongshan's Wind and Rain Sword, but used the simulation method that he taught Luoluo.

This was the first time Chen Changsheng used true energy. From this moment on, he began to call himself a practitioner, or a Taoist.

If anyone had the same experience as him, he should be extremely happy at this time, or even burst into tears with excitement, but he didn't. Just like when he was confirmed to have true energy flowing in his body, he was as calm as a fifteen-year-old. He is a young man, but more like a 500-year-old spiritual practitioner.

Because cultivation has never been his goal, only his means, and because he has thought about the current scene countless times, thinking about it so many times that he has become numb.

As the sword intent pierced through the air, his face instantly turned pale, and he groaned, feeling a little painful.

The pine tree in the distance did not move at all, the stone platform outside the window cracked, and several stones shot into the house like powerful arrows. They shot into the wall with a muffled sound, and one stone hit his left arm.

According to the method taught to Luoluo, there are still some problems. It is not that easy to find the passage again.

Chen Changsheng shook his head and turned around to get some powder to bandage his left arm.

Although his true energy is weak and it is difficult to truly exert the power of Zhongshan's Wind and Rain Sword, he controls the sword with his true energy after all. The stones that are splashed are not much worse than the power of ordinary feather arrows and can penetrate deeply. The wall could easily injure his left arm.

He should be more careful in the future, he said to himself.

Then he discovered that his left arm was not injured at all, and not even a single hair was broken.

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(Try to write the next chapter before twelve o'clock.)