Fighter of the Destiny

For countless years, she has seen many heroes, high-spirited, gentle, caring for the world, and compassionate people. She has seen countless talented and powerful people, those who only respect themselves, those who live in peace, and those whose wives and children love each other. Among these people, only That man made her feel afraid, even if she has now caught up with him, even if she often shows ridicule and disdain when she mentions that man, she must admit that to this day, that man's name can still make her Feeling a bit chilly.

Or maybe it's because when she faced that man, she was just an innocent, lively, cute and completely ignorant little girl, while he was the most powerful person in the world who was still alive but destined to become the emperor of the ages. father?

Your Majesty Taizong, you have been dead for so many years and you still refuse to rest in peace?

She looked up at the starry sky, looking at the spot where the brightest star had been many years ago, and frowned after a long silence.

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This night in early autumn is really long, and it is easy to think of old friends.

When Queen Tianhai thought of Emperor Taizong, Zhou Tong was also thinking of Shang Xingzhou, the former dean of the National Education Academy.

Zhou Tong is a pure evil person. He enjoys the pain of his enemies and even his friends - although he has no real friends except Xue Xingchuan - this does not mean that he is crazy or has a brain problem. On the contrary, he is better than most people in the world. More sober and rational, and this is the real evil.

If he wants to continue such a beautiful life, he needs to maintain his status and ensure that the throne of the Holy Queen is unshakable.

Now it seems that the person most likely to shake the throne of the Empress is of course Chen Changsheng.

Perhaps he would die within a few days, but Zhou Tong would not take any chances and just wait in silence.

This was a question asked by countless powerful forces such as Shang Xingzhou and the Royal Family. He felt that he had found a way to answer this question, but first he had to find the question.

In the process of thinking about how to solve the problem, his admiration for Shang Xingzhou grew deeper and deeper, and finally he even felt in awe.

This world is a world of strong men. One person can control the wind and rain in one place, and one saint can shake the world in all directions.

Shang Xingzhou is a well-deserved strong man, a master of the orthodoxy of the state religion. Although his reputation is not obvious and he is not among the most popular, everyone knows that he must have entered the sacred realm long ago. His realm and strength are unfathomable, but his real What awes Zhou Tong is his foresight.

He raised Chen Changsheng in the old temple in Xining Town for fifteen years without teaching him anything. He sent him directly to Kyoto and then wrote a letter to the Pope.

He is still alive. This should have been the Pope's kindness to him back then, but now it has become his weapon. As for the orthodoxy of the state religion, it is naturally also a weapon. As a representative of the old school of the state religion, Meili Sha is an old man who is determined to help the royal family regain the throne. He may have known Chen Changsheng's identity very early, so he was so anxious, and even helped Chen Changsheng grow up like a young man. It took just two years to become the successor of the state religion. In this way, when the Holy Queen wants to kill Chen Changsheng, the state religion will inevitably protect Chen Changsheng. The alliance that was not very strong will naturally collapse. The Holy Queen has lost its biggest supporter, and the Chen royal family is expected to be restored!

Just a trivial matter like sending Chen Changsheng to Kyoto broke the peace of the Zhou Dynasty for nearly twenty years!

It is said that saints use the world as a chessboard and have no regrets about their moves. However, Shang Xingzhou dared to use saints as pawns and the inheritance of national religion as a means. As for feelings, experiences, and people's hearts, he took them at his fingertips and discarded them at will. It's really What a great conspirator!

Of course these were deduced by Zhou Tong himself, because he was also a conspirator.

The more he admired Shang Xingzhou, the more he regretted not killing Chen Changsheng earlier.

What I want is not the process, but the result.

He stood on the stone steps, looked at his subordinates kneeling in the yard, and said with a smile: I don't care how you analyze and judge. I want to watch him die.

He is not a pervert, so whether he is executing an execution or torturing a minister, he does not deliberately act quiet and elegant, or wear a shy smile on his lips. When he laughs, he usually feels speechless at the development of things, so speechless that he can only smile bitterly, just like this time.

That is a living person, and he is a famous person. The most important thing is that he is still a patient... As a result, you can't find where he is?

Zhou Tong looked at his subordinates in the yard and did not finish everything he said.

He was the only one who knew that Chen Changsheng was a dying man.

Whether it's a celebrity, a patient, or a dying person, in the final analysis, they are all easy to find people.

The Qing Officials Department had thousands of secret spies and even more informants, but it took half a night to find this person.

This made Zhou Tong really couldn't help but want to laugh.

Seeing the smile on the adult's face, none of the officials in the Qing Dynasty Department in the courtyard felt relaxed, and no one tried to laugh with him. The officials' faces were very pale, and their black hats could not cover their eyes from the sky. The falling starlight looked particularly bleak.

Zhou Tong looked at the official kneeling at the front, suppressed his smile, and said calmly: The imperial court has given you the highest salary, so naturally I have the highest expectations for you.

This official was a full-time intelligence official in the Qing Dynasty's official affairs department. He usually had free access to various ministries and governmental offices, and was deeply respected. However, when his name was mentioned so lightly by his immediate superior, his body was shocked. I couldn't help but tremble violently.

The expectations were high, and the disappointment was naturally great. He knew what he had to do, otherwise Master Zhou Tong would definitely use other methods to make him remember the failure tonight.

There was only a crunching sound, which was the sound of a finger breaking!

He forcibly broke the little finger of his left hand, his face became paler, pain appeared, and his voice trembled.

I'm humble and incompetent. Please give me half an hour, sir. I will definitely find that person!

Zhou Tong looked at the official, his expression unchanged. Cheng Jun frowned next to him. In his opinion, just breaking a little finger did not mean determination. If he were his direct subordinate in Tiqi, he would definitely ask the other party to cut off one of his arms. .

In Cheng Jun's view, this severed finger showed that Master Zhou Tong was too kind, but in the eyes of the officials of the Qing Dynasty Department in the courtyard, this was a very clear and terrifying warning. The officials dispersed from the small courtyard, taking their respective The subordinates once again began searching in the Kyoto night, and the movements and atmosphere became faster and more intense than before.

I spent half the night without finding any clues indicating that the other party has the ability to cover up his tracks... After all, he is the future pope.

Cheng Jun followed Zhou Tong back into the room, poured him a cup of tea respectfully, and said in a low voice: In my opinion, instead of searching aimlessly like this, it is better to first find out where he is going after leaving the Chinese Academy of Education. Then we went there in advance to set up a trap.”

This small courtyard in Beibingmasi Hutong is equipped with countless precious teas, but Zhou Tong always only drinks one kind, and that is Dahongpao produced in Tiannan.

At this time, what was brewing in the pot was Da Hong Pao. The time seemed a little short, and the color of the tea soup poured into the cup was a little lighter.

Zhou Tong looked at the slightly rippling tea in the tea cup and said, If I could guess where he was going, Li Gong wouldn't be in such a hurry now.

A sinister smile appeared on Cheng Jun's face and he said, Then let's force him to show up.

Zhou Tong's gaze still fell on the tea cup, as if he could see the color of the tea soup in the cup if he looked at it for a long time.

After listening to Cheng Jun's words, his expression remained unchanged. He let out a faint sigh and asked, How to force me?

As the most arrogant member of the Orthodox Eight Tigers, Cheng Jun's methods are always so simple and crude.

Even if he wants to stay away from this storm in Kyoto, there are always people he cares about. Cheng Jun gritted his teeth and said: Let's arrest some students from the National Education College and some vendors in Baihua Lane, and chop them up. If he threw his hands and feet into Zhuque Street, I don’t believe he wouldn’t get wind of it.”

Zhou Tong suddenly laughed, as if the color of the tea soup in the cup was really thick.

The rich and fragrant Dahongpao looked like blood.

Just because it's bloody and brutal doesn't mean it's ineffective. Zhou Tong glanced outside the door. He knew that some subordinate officials would sneak into the night. I believe it won't take long for this crazy-sounding idea to spread throughout the capital and even to Chen Changsheng. In the ears.

Have you ever thought that this means the official start of war with Li Gong? When Chen Changsheng came to my place to ask for someone, the cavalry of the National Religion surrounded my place.

Zhou Tong looked at Cheng Jun and asked with a smile. There was a deep meaning in his smile.

Cheng Jun knew that the other party wanted to know how firm he was.

He thought clearly that he was just like Zhou Tong. If the Holy Empress lost power, she would definitely die.

That's why he came to Beibingmasi Hutong in person tonight, regardless of his usual vigilance, and handed over all the Tiqi to the command of the Qing Li Division.

He looked at Zhou Tong, maintaining a humble posture, but with a heroic feeling, he said sharply: It's already a life and death situation, we can't give in another step!

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No one could have imagined that Chen Changsheng had returned to the Institute of Traditional Chinese Education at this time. To be more precise, he had returned to the alley outside the Institute of Traditional Education.

He didn't know about the bloody plan just drawn up by the Qing officials.

He came to Baihua Lane not to prevent Zhou Tong from going crazy and murdering the students of the National Education College and the surrounding vendors, but to do something else.

He stood in the shadow of Baihua Lane, watching the figures that appeared and disappeared - those from the imperial court and those from the palace - and finally his eyes fell on the carriage at the intersection of the street.

Last autumn, in order to suppress the National Education Academy, the Tianhai family and the New Sect of the National Education passed the proposal of various academies to perform martial arts, and sent many masters to challenge. It was a very interesting story. At that time, he noticed this at the intersection of the street. A carriage.

Every time there is a battle, that carriage will definitely appear.

This carriage did not deliberately conceal its identity. Everyone knew that it came from the Qing Dynasty.

Mere knowledge is not enough. Zhexiu specifically checked this carriage, and all the information he found is now in his mind.

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Beibingmasi Hutong is not narrow. In fact, it is a straight street that can accommodate two carriages traveling in parallel. The Qing Lisi Yamen is also very large. In addition to the gloomy prison, there are countless buildings. The famous small courtyard with blooming crabapples is in the deepest part. It takes a long time to get here from outside the Yamen, passing through countless roads. examine.

The carriage that came back from the National Education College drove directly into the Yamen, followed the gravel road inside, and continued to move forward after passing the inspection. Those ferocious and terrifying three-headed black dogs did not show any abnormality, and finally arrived at the small courtyard. Outside.

The night was dark, but many people in Kyoto could not sleep, and the same was true for the people in the small courtyard.

Zhou Tong and Cheng Jun were sitting across from each other drinking tea, wondering if they could taste the true taste of the tea at this time.

As the announcements outside the hospital came one after another, Cheng Jun's spirit cheered up.

What this carriage brought back was the latest situation at the Anglican Academy, which he was very concerned about.

The courtyard door was pushed open, footsteps sounded, and then stopped. The official must have stopped and was standing on the ground of the small courtyard.

Cheng Jun looked back at the courtyard and found that the official had his head slightly lowered and had no intention of taking the initiative to report, so he couldn't help but frown slightly.

As an important minister of the imperial court, he has a very bad reputation, but his ability is actually good and he is very strict with his subordinates. If the Tiqi soldiers were so lazy when reporting official duties to him, he would have thrown the tea cup in his hand and not allowed them to do so. avoid...

But this is Beibingsi Alley, not his territory. He looks rough and cruel, but he is actually very smart. He will never discipline his subordinates in front of Master Zhou Tong. Just like before, he felt that the punishment of the official from the Qing Dynasty Department of Justice was too easy. Without saying a word, he remained calm at this time.

But the next moment he could no longer remain calm.

Because the official in the courtyard raised his head.

That's a very young face.

Cheng Jun stood up in shock.

Zhou Tong turned around and looked into the courtyard, his eyes narrowed and a sudden chill arose.

Chen Changsheng.

The person coming is Chen Changsheng.

The entire Kyoto was looking for him, and they searched for him all night, but no one knew his whereabouts.

The assassins and killers of the Qing Officials Department were looking for him everywhere, but he appeared in the Qing Officials Department!

What does he want to do?

Zhou Tong looked at the young man in the courtyard quietly without saying anything, and slowly put down the teacup in his hand.

The Dahongpao in the tea cup had been soaked for too long, and the soup was as thick as blood and dazzling.

Chen Changsheng looked at him quietly, raised his right hand, and held the hilt of the sword in the autumn wind beside his waist.

During this long autumn night, Zhou Tong had been looking for him and wanted to kill him.

Little did he know that he was also looking for Zhou Tong and wanted to kill Zhou Tong.