Fighter of the Destiny

Someone looked at the shopkeeper who was frothing at the mouth and shouted angrily: Which eye did you see?

The pawnshop owner looked at him with contempt and said: My brother-in-law's nephew goes to school in the National Education College. With so many disciples of Nanxizhai living there, how can he not see it? It's not just him, there are many Everyone can see clearly that the saint and Chen Changsheng are standing by the window upstairs chatting.

The street became quiet.

On a starry night, a young man and woman stood by the window, leaving their silhouettes behind. It was a very beautiful picture.

However, no one wants to cheer for such a scene.

I don't know how long it took, but the crowd finally came to their senses. They were shocked and confused. Rumors have been circulating since last year that Chen Changsheng forcibly broke off his engagement with the Xu family. Although Chen Changsheng seemed to have changed his mind after the battle at Naihe Bridge,... could the saint forgive him so easily? She just lives in the National Education College, is she really planning to marry him? Then where is the Xu Mansion’s face? Wouldn't Xu Shiji, the Dongyu Divine General known for his sharp eyes and cold eyes, become a joke?

In the early morning, Tang Sanliu, Xuanyuan Po, and Su Moyu, accompanied by the Nanxi Zhai disciples, entered the small building to pick up their luggage, preparing to move to the east of the National Education Academy. Zhe Xiu would not do such a thing, so Xuanyuan Po carried his somewhat shabby luggage in his hands.

They stood in front of the closed door, carrying their luggage, looking a little miserable.

You have to save some face for him. After all, this is the National Education Academy and he is the dean. Tang Sanliu shouted to the closed door: Even if you did it for his safety, you did too much. Well, why would you let Nanxi Zhai’s sword array surround this place and drive us away? This is Kyoto, not Hanshan, and even the Demon Lord would not dare to come.”

This room was Chen Changsheng's residence, but he was talking to Xu Yourong.

As the night passed, the disciples of Nanxizhai and the teachers and students of the Chinese Academy of Education all knew that she had not left the room.

The door was still closed, it was not pushed open, and no sound came out.

Xu Yourong sat at the desk by the window, looking at Chen Changsheng who was sleeping soundly on the bed. From time to time, he stretched out his fingertips to gently rub away his frown caused by pain.

The Tong Gong was held in her left hand, exuding a faint aura, forming a barrier to ensure that outside sounds would not disturb Chen Changsheng's rest.

But she could hear Tang Sanliu's words.

She knew that her sudden return to Kyoto with the Nanxi Zhai disciples would inevitably cause a lot of discussion and shock, but she didn't care.

She asked Nanxi Zhaijianzhai to surround this small building, and even drove Tang Sanliu and others away. It seemed a little unkind, but that was because Chen Changsheng's current situation meant that he wanted to get the real If it was safe, then it would be best not to see anyone. It would be a good thing for both parties if she isolated him from Tang Sanliu and others.

Seeing that the door was still closed, Tang Sanliu was a little annoyed and turned around and walked downstairs.

After walking out of the small building, stepping onto the lawn, and walking past the hidden sword intentions, they suddenly saw a middle-aged man standing under the green trees by the lake.

The middle-aged man's eyebrows were as thick as ink, his expression was indifferent, and he was full of murderous intent. His clothes swayed in the morning breeze, and there was a faint smell of blood.

Ye Xiaolian and more than a dozen female disciples of Nanxi Zhai stopped in front of the middle-aged man. They looked a little nervous, but they couldn't do anything to each other.

Because he is the biological father of Zhaizhu, Dongyu Divine General Xu Shiji.

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I've returned to Beijing. Why didn't I go back to my home and live here instead? It really embarrasses my Xu family!

Xu Shiji looked at the haggardness that could not be concealed in his daughter's beautiful eyebrows. He did not feel any pity, but felt a little uncomfortable. Before leaving the house, he had planned to speak as softly as possible after meeting, but his voice could not be suppressed. He became cold and cold, as if he was scolding.

The lawn by the lake was very quiet, and the curtains blocked the visiting eyes from a distance, but the disciples of Nanxi Zhai all felt unhappy when they heard these words.

Even if you are the saint's father, how can you speak in this tone?

Some young female disciples, like Ye Xiaolian, regarded Xu Yourong as holy and inviolable as a god. With their minds slightly agitated, their sword intent and hostility gradually grew.

Xu Shiji felt the hostility and sword intent, and then looked at his daughter who was standing silently by the lake. He was even more angry and shouted: Don't you dare to kill your father!

Xu Yourong turned around, looked at his father, and said, What did father say?

Her voice was calm, soft, and light, so this explanation didn't sound like an explanation, and of course, it didn't mean she was admitting her mistake.

Xu Shiji's face became even more ugly as he remembered many things from the past.

When Xu Yourong was very young, he was raised by Dazai himself, and neither he nor his wife had anything to do with it. When he was five years old, the true phoenix bloodline in Xu Yourong's body awakened, and he was brought into the palace by the Holy Empress, who happened to come to Kyoto. The saint was distracted by visiting the mausoleum, so she became a student of the two saints, and it was not his turn to educate her.

The world's opinion of Xu Shiji is not high, but that mainly talks about his personal ethics, such as his attitude towards the Tianhai family and his original attitude towards Chen Changsheng. No one will deny his ability and he is definitely worthy of being a great leader. Zhou Shenjiang. In the snowfields of the north, he had made many military exploits. He was very strict in running the army, and he ran the government as well as the army. Whether it was a general with a special family background in Xueguanli or an old man in the house, in front of him They were all as silent as a cicada, not daring to make any objection. However...he had no way to control his daughter.

Because he doesn't have the qualifications.

This fact will not bring any pleasant feelings to any father, but since the Xu family wants to enjoy the glory and benefits brought by Xu Yourong, they must bear all this.

However, he was her father after all, and she was his daughter. He thought that she should always give him some respect, just like she had in the past years.

However, this morning at the lakeside of the National Education Academy, he realized that his thoughts were just self-deception.

What a shameless girl...

Xu Shiji's voice was as cold as ice, and his right hand trembled slightly, as if he would hit Xu Yourong's face the next moment.

Xu Yourong looked at her father calmly. Of course she would not fight back.

The eyes of the Nanxi Zhai disciples became sharp, especially the girls such as Ye Xiaolian who tightened their grip on the hilt of their swords.

At this moment, a thin old man came to the venue. Nanxi Zhai's sword array had no effect on the old man, not because the old man was very powerful, but because he was the eunuch leader of the Great Zhou Palace and a close minister who was deeply trusted by the Holy Empress, and his arrival At that time, he held an imperial edict high.

The empress said, don't let such trivial matters affect the relationship between your father and daughter.

The leader of the eunuchs looked at Xu Shiji and said expressionlessly.

The Holy Queen's words were obviously meant for two people, but he only looked at Xu Shiji, so the meaning was naturally very clear.

This is a warning.

Xu Shiji's face became even more ugly, thinking to himself, could such a rebellious act still be a trivial matter?

Is she my daughter or your daughter?

He could only think about these in his heart, and he could not show anything on the surface, and even had to force his face to be calm.

He glanced at Xu Yourong, said nothing, turned and walked outside the Chinese Academy of Education.

His back looked a little downcast, like an old lion that had been driven out of the pride.

Xu Yourong looked at his father's back and remained silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

The leader of the eunuchs looked at her, his expression suddenly became a little more humble, and he whispered: My queen, please come into the palace.

Xu Yourong took the imperial edict and said, Wait for me for a moment.

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I don't know how to face her, and between the state church and her, it's impossible for me to stand on her side.

Chen Changsheng rejected the idea of ​​entering the palace with Xu Yourong. The woman in this sentence naturally refers to the Holy Empress.

Xu Yourong didn't say anything. She actually knew very well that it would be extremely risky to bring Chen Changsheng into the palace - she knew how condescending and indifferent the saint, who had the world in mind and even more, was to the emotions in the world. The Holy Queen has not done anything to Chen Changsheng in the past two years, maybe because she has to consider leaving the palace, or maybe because she has never been able to determine. Now various clues have pointed to the unsolved case more than ten years ago, and no one can guarantee it. , what will happen after she sees Chen Changsheng in the palace.

You don't have to worry about me. Chen Changsheng looked at her expression and knew what she was thinking, and said: You only used the Holy Light Technique once before entering the capital. Last night, my uncle used holy water to bathe my body, which created another barrier. , there shouldn’t be any problem in a short time, and won’t Nanxi Zhai’s sword array always be outside?”

Xu Yourong didn't say anything more and left.

Standing by the window, watching her retreating back, Chen Changsheng's expression became a little heavy.

He knows his current situation better than anyone else, better than her, and better than the Pope.

All his meridians were ablated and severed by the starlight, and there was no way to repair them.

His soul seeped into his bones and flesh along with the blood, and there was no way to eliminate it.

His injuries seemed to be suppressed now, but his vitality was constantly draining away.

His body and fate were already riddled with holes and in disrepair.

If it were anyone else, at this moment, he would probably have lost his mind, but he still remained calm.

He walked directly down the small building and walked towards the National Education College on the other side of Buman.

Without Xu Yourong's absence, Nanxi Zhai's disciples had no way to stop him from leaving. Although the sword array was terrifying, how could it fall on him?

There are many statues outside the main building of the National Education College, which still bear traces of the shocking changes more than ten years ago. The fountain has been repaired, but the stone beast statues are still somewhat broken.

He looked at Su Moyu and said, This place may be handed over to you from now on.

He looked at Tang Sanshiliu and said, If possible, it would be best if we could delay our return to Wenshui for one year.

Then he looked at Xuanyuan Po and said, Don't always think that the injury is healed. You still have to insist on taking medicine.

Finally, he looked at Zhexiu and said, I can't continue to treat you, but I will try to get the medical records out as soon as possible. You must not give up treatment.

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(In the past three days, four of my friends and I drove to Yichun. The distance was indeed quite far, and it was hard work, but I was very happy. I really recommend everyone to go out and play more. The beauty of the rivers and mountains cannot be seen in books. It’s so true. Although you are busy at work and tired in life, you must never give up enjoying it. The old saying is true, life should be wasted on beautiful things.)