Fighter of the Destiny

In the eyes of the world, His Holiness the Pope's trust and love for Chen Changsheng is unparalleled and even somewhat inexplicable. Logically speaking, Chen Changsheng should of course act according to his will, but in fact, from the military village to Xunyang City, Chen Changsheng has done a lot No matter what angle you look at things that go against the will of the Pope, the Pope should be a little disappointed, or at least ask for some reasons.

The Pope did not ask. He looked at Chen Changsheng quietly and said, It's really hard to imagine that senior brother could teach a student like you.

Chen Changsheng was stunned. He suddenly realized that his impression of the master was actually very vague. What kind of person was the master? In the opinion of the Pope, what should the students he teaches look like? He didn't know the answer, but he knew for certain that the Pope's words were right, because he was not taught by his master, but by his senior brother...

Thinking of the old temple in Xining Town, the fog behind the mountains and the voices in the fog, as well as his senior brothers and wild flowers, he was a little lost in thought.

The Pope looked at him and smiled calmly, thinking that at this time, anyone would be nervous, but it was amazing that the little guy still had time to think about other things.

Sit down. He said to Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng hummed, and sat down in the chair obediently. He did not lean on the back of the chair, nor did he deliberately touch his buttocks. In short, he was really honest and there was nothing deliberate about it.

The Pope pointed to the teapot.

Chen Changsheng understood, picked up the teapot and filled the teacup in front of the Pope. After thinking about it, he also filled the teacup in front of him, and then started to lose focus again.

Because he remembered those two nights in the Herb Garden, that small table, and the woman who sat across from him drinking tea without saying a word.

The pope put down his tea cup and said casually: Tell me about what happened in Zhou Garden.

The words were spoken casually, and the content listened to was also casual, because one thing was certain, there was no Su Li in Zhou Garden.

In Zhou Garden... I met a girl. Chen Changsheng said subconsciously.

The Pope was slightly startled and asked, Huh?

Chen Changsheng finally woke up and felt his face was a little hot. He quickly told what happened in Zhou Garden in detail, starting from getting the yellow paper umbrella at Tang's house in Wenshui to Zhou Du|husband. There was basically no omission in the mausoleum, but there were some details that had nothing to do with major events, such as the girl, which he naturally would not mention. Furthermore, for some unknown reason, he did not mention the Two-Breaking Sword Technique and the lost ones in the Zhou Mausoleum. Heavenly Book Monument...

The skylight leaked from the eaves of the palace and fell on the smooth jade floor, illuminating the ground into many grids, like a chessboard.

The Pope sat in his chair and looked at the ground in silence for a long time.

Zhou Ling, the Sky-Zealing Sword, the Yellow Paper Umbrella, the Lishan Mountain, the Sword Pond, and the Beast Tide, this story that spanned hundreds of years, and the opportunity between the two worlds, even after listening to it, he couldn't help but feel emotional.

It turns out... Sword Pond is the Sword Sea, the grassland on which the sun never sets, and that person's grave is also in it.

The Pope's voice sounded in the quiet hall.

As the supreme saint in the human world, his control over the world far exceeds the imagination of ordinary people. But until today, he did not know that there were so many secrets hidden in the grassland he had seen many years ago.

The black sarcophagus in the Zhou Mausoleum is empty. Naturally, Chen Changsheng would not forget this very important detail.

The Pope smiled and said nothing. The life and death of that person is a mystery to many people, but time is after all the most powerful thing in the world. To this day, he no longer cares much.

Relatively speaking, the Pope is more concerned about other things: So, those swords are in your hands now?

Without any hesitation, Chen Changsheng took off the dagger from his waist and held it with both hands.

At the Li Ziyuan Inn, Tang Sanliu wanted to take his sword, but he refused, but now he couldn't refuse, because the Pope is the Pope and his uncle.

The sword in the sword pool was in his hand, and there was no way to hide it. When he fought with General Xue He in the wilderness, those swords had already been traced.

Do you know what this scabbard is? The Pope asked while looking at him without taking the dagger.

Chen Changsheng shook his head.

The Pope said with some emotion: This was the treasure of the National Education Academy back then. It later disappeared in the blood and fire. It turned out that it was taken away by your master.

Chen Changsheng didn't know what to say.

Senior brother and I are classmates, and we are even in the same school. Speaking of which, his talent and wisdom in cultivation have always been far superior to mine. In the end, I inherited the position of pope, and he went to the Chinese Academy of Education as the dean.

The Pope looked at the sky outside the temple, and the sea of ​​stars in his eyes slowly grew and died, like clouds and time: Because his obsession is too strong, you should not imitate him.

Chen Changsheng still didn't know what to say. Regarding what happened at the National Education Academy, until today, he didn't know the real inside story. Even if he knew, he was not qualified to speak.

What to do with those swords in the sword pool?

Li Gong will issue an edict to the world. Those sects that still have descendants should register first and then return the swords to them. As for the sects whose inheritance has been discontinued, you can keep the swords by yourself.

Chen Changsheng understood that by arranging this matter in this way, he would be considered to have made another great contribution to the human world after the Xingyao Tianshu Mausoleum, and the criticism caused by the deaths of Liang Xiaoxiao and Zhuang Changyu would be greatly alleviated, and said : It's all up to you.

There is no respectful greeting, no tugging at the sleeves to call the master, just saying the word you is already some kind of progress, some kind of progress of finally returning to the natural and close world of the master.

The Pope was very satisfied and said to him: Go and have a good rest.

Looking at his expression, the Pope understood what he was worried about and said: Zhexiu will come out soon.

From beginning to end, His Holiness the Pope did not ask him anything related to Su Li.

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When he returned to Kyoto for the first time, he couldn't rest well. After leaving the palace, he couldn't go back to the National Education Academy, and there was no way to visit Zhexiu, so Chen Changsheng was taken to the teaching center by Reverend Xin.

A row of red maples should be like fire, but in the late spring and early summer, it is actually rich and green, just like the building behind the maple trees, which has the dual identity of an educational institution of the imperial court and the Wenhua Hall of the state religion.

In the deepest room of the church where plum blossoms are planted everywhere, Meili Sha sits behind the table with her eyes closed, as if she has not slept. The age spots on her face are becoming more and more clear, just like the pot of rouge plums on the table. . Chen Changsheng stood in front of the table, looking at the bishop across the pot of rouge plums, with a somewhat complicated mood.

Compared with the Pope, Bishop Merissa has no relationship with him. Logically speaking, he should be more of a stranger. But for some reason, he always felt that the Bishop was really very good to him. Archbishop Melisha provided him with a lot of convenience and help during the trial and Zhouyuan trip. Although sometimes those things made him feel a little stressed, the real reason that made him feel complicated was not this, but The Lord Bishop is getting older.

Chen Changsheng didn't know Archbishop Merissa's level of cultivation, but based on his qualifications and influence in the state religion that rivaled that of the Pope, as well as the attitude of Zhu Luo and others towards him, he should be able to imagine that he was far away from the sacred realm. It shouldn't be that far. Priests in this realm, like other ascetics, are very common to live over eight hundred years. During this long period of time, even if the powerful men with advanced realms grow older, they only have the look and expression of their beards, eyebrows, and eyes. There are a few wrinkles, but there is absolutely no frail old look. Only in the last stage of life will he think about his descendants, leave his bloodline, and then grow old rapidly at an unimaginable speed.

Is death as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves? No, more like fruit falling in the strong wind.

In this year, the entire continent knew that the Archbishop of Merissa was getting older.

This means that the archbishop's days in the world are running out, and he may return to the star sea at any time.

The plum blossoms in the rouge are so gorgeous. It seems that the plum blossoms in the room are not blooming in late spring, but at any time in spring, summer, autumn and winter, any time when the plum blossoms are in full bloom.

Compared with the beautiful women in the room, the bishop's old age is even more shocking.

Chen Changsheng felt a little sad.

At this moment, the Bishop opened his eyes, looked at him, smiled, and said, Come here.

Chen Changsheng followed his words and walked up to him.

Merisa looked at him and said with emotion: I am very happy to know that you are still alive, but at the same time I feel a little sad.

Chen Changsheng couldn't understand this sentence, and for some reason, he suddenly felt a lot of uneasiness and even fear in his heart.

Since Su Li is not dead, you still have to look back and focus on Kyoto, just like you will eventually return to Kyoto.

Merisa said: The Boiling Stone Conference is next year. I don't know if I can still see it, but I can at least watch your whole year.

Chen Changsheng wanted to say something to comfort him, but found that he was not good at it and lowered his head with some remorse.

Merisa looked at him and said calmly: This year is very important for you.

Chen Changsheng said: I don't understand.

You need to mature as soon as possible.

After saying this, Merisa's expression became a little heavy, and her eyes became a little dim, but then they were as bright as before: Believe me, you and we will win in the end.

Chen Changsheng really couldn't understand, and thought to himself, who is this battle with? And the Holy Queen? Even if it is, what strength do I have to participate in a battle of this level?

The issue between the state religion and the empress is still in the same position in the palace.

Meili Sha stood up with some difficulty, led Chen Changsheng to the window, looked in the direction of the palace not far away, and said, You will play a very important role in this struggle.

Chen Changsheng said: Just because I am... the teacher's student? Does it represent an attitude of supporting the royal family?

Merisa said with emotion: Of course it's more than that.

The bishop did not give a more detailed explanation, because this matter is difficult to explain, even impossible to explain, and because the door was knocked at the right time.

After the door was pushed open, an unexpected figure appeared by Chen Changsheng.

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(Next chapter before eight o'clock.)