Fighter of the Destiny

The night breeze blows gently, coming from the extremely huge black wings, scattering all the sacredness and light, cutting off all sight and perception, representing the purest darkness and power.

The sound of a young phoenix is ​​as clear as that of an old phoenix...that will be a matter of the future after all.

The Holy Queen looked at Xu Yourong in her hands and said expressionlessly.

No one can enter this night, except those she allows, such as that touch of red.

Mo Yu knelt outside the hall with his head lowered, not daring to look inside.

Send her back to Saintess' Peak and confirm that Chen Changsheng is dead before letting her go.

Hearing the voice of the Holy Queen, Mo Yu dared to raise his head and wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

The green bamboo cart was ready, and the black sheep came back from nowhere.

The Holy Queen glanced at Black Sheep and nodded after a moment of silence.

The wheels rolled over the bluestone slabs and drove slowly towards the night outside the palace.

Mo Yu sat on his seat, looking at the sleeping Xu Yourong in his arms, and suddenly felt a little sad.

She felt sad for Xu Yourong and also felt sad for Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng seemed to be dead.

In fact, she was also a little sad.

It has been a long time since she went to the Institute of Traditional Chinese Education, and she has not seen Chen Changsheng, and she has no position or reason to go. Even if Chen Changsheng dies, she has no reason to be sad. Thinking of this, she becomes even more sad.

The green bamboo car looks slow, but in fact it is extremely fast, and there is something indescribably weird about it. Although there are few pedestrians on the street in the night, there are many cavalry and strong men who are hunting Chen Changsheng and want to protect Chen Changsheng. But no one noticed the car.

It didn't take long for the green bamboo car to leave Kyoto through the south gate and drive onto the official road leading to Saintess' Peak.

Almost at the same time as he left Kyoto, Xu Yourong opened his eyes.

It's not that she is hiding any backhand, but the Holy Queen's will.

She opened her eyes, but couldn't make any movement, not even a finger.

Because in her waterfall-like black hair, there was a hairpin inserted slantingly and seemingly casually.

In other words, it was a wooden hairpin.

Third on the Hundred Weapons List is Xiaofeng, a wooden sword.

Xu Yourong couldn't move, but he could speak.

However, she was obviously not in the mood to talk at this time. She just looked at the roof of the car quietly, not knowing where in the starry sky her eyes would fall after passing through.

Everyone has his own destiny. If his destiny is not good, what can be done? Mo Yu looked at her with pity and said.

Xu Yourong looked away, looked at her and said, I don't think he will die.

Mo Yu naturally knew Chen Changsheng's current physical condition, and thought that even if His Majesty the Pope could protect him from being killed by the empress, how many more days would he be able to live?

Xu Yourong seemed to have figured out something very important, and said calmly: That is his own destiny after all, and it should run according to his ideas. I want to isolate him from the world, but he insists on going back. Heaven wants him to die, but he prefers to live in the place of death.

To live towards death?

Do you still remember the days of the historical gods?

Remember.

His Majesty Taizong once said that those who live toward death will find it difficult to die.

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Chen Changsheng has never considered the issue of life and death. He has put life and death aside.

He left the palace and came to a very secret place, or a very ordinary place.

Liziyuan Inn outside Tianshu Mausoleum.

He had lived here for a short period of time and really got to know Tang Sanliu here.

This inn is very meaningful to him. It is the beginning of his life in Kyoto. Now that he returns here, first of all, he considers that no one would expect him to come here, and secondly, he also wants to make this last part of his life in Kyoto , also starts from here.

He didn't know that shortly after he left the palace, a green bamboo car drove out of the palace, and Xu Yourong was in that car.

He didn't know that at this time, the rest of his senior brothers were reading by starlight in the Tomb of Heavenly Books across the river.

On this night, the two most important people in his life were once very close to him, but he didn't know it at the time. His mind and spirit were all on his body, the elixir, and his consciousness. On the various techniques in the sea and the countless swords in the sheaths.

He sat under the tree in the small courtyard and began to sort out his spiritual practice under the starlight.

Because his meridians are all broken, his current true energy output is even weaker than it was two years ago, even worse than an ordinary sitting-light state. But the starlight scattered in his flesh and blood is like snow in the mountains and rivers. Look at it. It looks like one in the east and one in the west, but in fact the total number is huge. And although he had problems in Hanshan Breaking Realm and Gathering Stars, it cannot be said to be a complete failure. On the surface, his realm is still at the peak of Tongyou Realm. But if he doesn't care about the meridians being broken again and endangering his life, he can be in a very short time. In the time, the starlight condenses into a realm.

In other words, if he doesn't care about his life, he can become a strong person in the first stage of gathering stars in a short period of time with an extremely large amount of real energy.

He also knows countless sword techniques, body techniques, and Tao techniques.

After entering the Tongyou Upper Realm, most of the opponents he met were already strong men in the Star Gathering Realm. The simplified version of the Yeshi Steps that had helped him many times no longer meant much. The speed bonus brought by the footwork Compared to his own speed, the amplitude is very small. Similarly, ordinary swordsmanship such as Hundred Flowers Sword and Seven Star Sword may occasionally have some effect in the same level of battle, but they are of no use in tonight's battle and can be removed.

He meditated and understood, removing the miscellaneous but imprecise swordsmanship and Taoism, leaving only the hardest, sharpest, and most powerful means in the sea of ​​consciousness. Zhongshan Wind and Rain Sword, National Religion Real Sword, Falling Mountain Stick, Linguang Sword, Wenshui Three Styles, Burning Sky Sword, Broken Army Sword... and the three swords that Su Li taught him.

Burning Sword, Wisdom Sword, and Stupid Sword.

This is Chen Changsheng's most powerful method now.

For a true master of swordsmanship, the swordsmanship itself may not be high or low, but it must have its own size.

The swordsmanship that Chen Changsheng is best at are all big swords, especially the three swords that Su Li taught him. No matter how clever they are, they are extremely powerful.

The great sword or ultimate move consumes a lot of spiritual energy. Chen Changsheng's spiritual consciousness is extremely stable and powerful, and he has a large amount of spiritual energy, but the output has always been a problem, so he cannot fight for a long time. In many battles in the past, , he will strive to end it in the shortest time. Only in the last battle of the Great Examination and the chaotic battles before and after Xunyang City, he will be forced to fall into a hard fight, and in fact he will fight extremely hard. It was bitter, and I was almost defeated by my opponent's sword many times.

Tonight, he was seriously injured and had not yet recovered. He had to forcefully mobilize his true energy to take action. He could not enter this situation and had to succeed with one blow.

He opened his eyes, looked at the stars in the night sky, and began to make calculations.

That person was not from a poor background. His biological mother was the concubine of the former minister of the Ministry of Rites. He did not have any painful experiences in his childhood. He did not lack food or clothing, nor was his aunt humiliated. Although the imperial examination was not particularly smooth, it was not special either. , that person's temperament is very cold and cruel, his strength is very terrifying, and his consciousness is extremely powerful. It seems that he has gathered the resentment and boundless pain of tens of millions of people. He has experienced it before, and it is indeed not something ordinary people can resist...

Countless data and information appeared in his sea of ​​​​consciousness, just like the stars in the night sky. They were countless and seemed to be thrown together in a mess. It was impossible to analyze anything useful from them. However, there were connections between the stars. Countless stars. The invisible lines of Tao form a star map, in which the true meaning is naturally hidden.

I don't know how long it took, but he got up and walked outside the Liziyuan Inn.

Wu Guo's sword was still lying quietly in the Zangfeng scabbard, but he had already drawn the sword.

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The green bamboo car went south along the official road. The black sheep in front of the car probably didn't know the turmoil in Kyoto. It just stayed in the palace for too long and wanted to go out for a walk. It looked at the autumn scenery beside the road. The tree didn't feel fresh, but it was somewhat interested in the newly formed dewdrops on the grass. It seemed unpleasant to stop and go like this. However, it took only a cup of tea to leave the palace, and the car had already passed through the Xiaoshan Mountain. Calculated by time, or You can reach the Saintess Peak after noon.

The sight of Queen Tianhai followed the Xiaoshan Mountain to the east and came to the plain at the end of the mountain. There was a large city in the center of the plain. The city wall was extremely thick and tall. From a visual point of view, it was even more majestic than Kyoto City. , it is Luoyang, the famous capital in the world.

In Changlefang, the best location in Luoyang City, there is a royal palace with an extremely exaggerated area and unimaginable luxury. The Prime Minister, the King of Thailand...several of her nominal sons and several grandchildren are holding her arms there. The singer was in a wild mood. She didn't know if they were specially made for her or the officials, and she didn't care.

She withdrew her gaze and looked towards Kyoto. She saw the old man watering the palace, the relatives in the manor, the unburned candles in the orange garden, the snow under the Beixin Bridge, and the people in the Beixin alley. The crabapple tree saw the young man holding an umbrella heading towards that place.

She stood on Gan Terrace, with the whole world at her feet. In her eyes, she just didn't see that person.

More than ten years ago, she thought that person was dead, but she didn't expect that the other person survived. From the day this fact was confirmed, a crack appeared between her and the Pope. The entire world except the two of them was unaware of this. The wind and rain in Kyoto were as docile as they had been for more than ten years, but in the end Not like before.

She knew very well that the man who asked Chen Changsheng to come to Kyoto wanted to deliberately leak the news and make herself and the Pope suspicious of each other, but she could only accept it because time could not be traced back. After all, what happened at the National Education Academy that year had happened. The Pope cannot possibly believe that she is okay with this.

From the first time they met in Baicao Garden, she didn't like that person. It could even be said that she hated him, and she didn't think much of him. It wasn't until she found out that he was not only Shang Xingzhou, but also a Ji Taoist that she began to look at him seriously. Some things I couldn't figure out finally had answers.

The name Shang Xingzhou represents the orthodoxy of the state religion and those old friends who oppose her.

The name Ji Daoren represents the will, or legacy, of Emperor Taizong.

This was what really made her wary.