Fighter of the Destiny

When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as the fire.

It was still late at night, but a bright red flower was blooming quietly in the blue waves.

There were two people standing at the bow of the ship. One was a man wearing scholar's clothes, with a small red flower tied on his little finger, which was either real or made of silk. The other was a Taoist nun. He could not tell his age, but his face was pretty, and his features were beautiful. There was a touch of disgusting hostility in the room, and the whisk resting on his arm exuded the aura of death and terror, and felt a little out of place.

Chen Changsheng knew that Taoist nun and knew that she was the infinite Bi in all directions.

During the thousands of miles journey back to Kyoto from Hanshan, he had also seen that bright red flower. Since the scribe was standing next to Wuxianbi, he was naturally another Bafang Fengyu: Different Red.

Wuxianbi sneaked into Kyoto and prepared to kill Xuanyuan Po in the National Education Academy, but was repelled by Su Li's letter and frightened away. But tonight, she and her husband brought her to the capital. In a sense, she wanted to kill Xuanyuan Po. Save yourself. This is why Chen Changsheng's mood is a little complicated at this time.

This idiot actually dares to come to Kyoto.

Queen Tianhai looked at the large ship in the screen and said with an expressionless face: It can be crushed to death with one finger, but she is a good man, at least as good as three of her.

Chen Changsheng didn't know what to say. Whether it is the two men on the official road in the northwest or the couple in the canal in the southwest, they are like gods in the minds of all ascetics in the world, but in the words of the Holy Queen of Tianhai, apart from being red, they are actually No one could make her wary.

But she is the Holy Queen of Tianhai after all.

Of course Chen Changsheng's feelings were different from hers.

The storm from all directions has reached its fourth phase.

Tonight in Kyoto, it will inevitably be stormy and dark, with the sky shaking and the earth shaking.

This was just a grand opening, and then countless people came on stage one after another.

On the official roads that stretched in all directions like a spider web around Kyoto, many teams suddenly appeared. Those people seemed to have been hiding in the night, just waiting for the four peerless experts to appear, and then suddenly tore through the night and appeared in front of the entire world, just like they had been doing for more than two hundred years.

The official road led from the various states and counties of the Zhou Dynasty to Kyoto.

Those people have been living in those states and counties far away from Kyoto. They have one thing in common, that is, they all have the surname Chen, and they are all descendants of Emperor Taizong.

Chen Changsheng looked at the constantly changing pictures and counted silently in his mind, confirming that there were fifteen convoys heading towards Kyoto in the night.

There are not many people from the various states and counties, but they are all strong. The masters of the royal palaces walking outside the chariot are at least in the Star Gathering Realm. The Chen royal family has almost disappeared in the past two hundred years, especially in the past twenty years. Tonight, it finally revealed its extremely deep hidden strength!

There are fifteen states and counties, fifteen princes, and fifteen chariots.

The smoke and dust from the official roads gradually rose up in the night, sweeping like wind and clouds, and came to the surroundings of Kyoto.

There were no city walls in Kyoto during the Great Zhou Dynasty, but there were city gates and a city gate department, led by Xu Shiji, the God of the East. However...how can the City Gate Division stop these princes' chariots from various states and counties? Who knows which of the assistant generals in the city gate department is the disciple of which prince, and which school captain's father is still working as a long-term official in the Luling Palace?

Fierce aura fluctuations erupted at several city gates, and the sword light was faintly visible, and then quickly disappeared.

The princes of the Chen family finally returned to Kyoto, where they had been away for a long time.

The masters who accompanied the palace's chariot watched everything in the night with firm expressions, ready to face the suppression of the Zhou Dynasty's army at any time. If you want to describe these masters, you can use one word - the world's heroes. They have enough confidence in their own realm and strength, and they think they are doing the right thing.

The heroes gathered in Kyoto with the intention of slaying the demon queen, throwing her head, spilling blood, and martyrdom for the country on an autumn night?

The Holy Queen of Tianhai looked at the scenes in the night and did not hide her ridicule, Historical books tens of thousands of years from now may write like this. This is really a ridiculous thing.

Chen Changsheng looked at the masters with generous faces on the screen and asked after a moment of silence: Then how should I write it?

In the 21st year of the orthodoxy of the Great Zhou Dynasty, seventeen rebel groups entered Kyoto and were completely destroyed.

Queen Tianhai said calmly, gently flicking her sleeves, as if she wanted to wipe all these things away.

Chen Changsheng thought to himself, where are the other two groups of rebels?

In Luoyang City, hundreds of miles away from Kyoto, there are not many clouds tonight, and the stars are shining as usual, shining on the world, whether it is the smelly streets where the poor live or the northern city full of wealthy families.

The door of the palace was slowly pushed open, and the Prime Minister walked out of the palace. He moved his fat body and trudged down the stone steps. With the help of his subordinate officials, it took him a long time to climb up the not-so-high stone steps. Such a simple movement of the chariot made him breathless.

As he sat down, the fat on his abdomen flowed from the bright yellow belt, making it uncomfortable.

The Prime Minister stretched out his hand to untie the bright yellow ribbon around his waist and rubbed the fat. Suddenly, a very strong sense of sadness arose in his heart.

After living in Luoyang for so many years, in order to make the queen no longer pay attention to me, I have eaten and drank so much that I have become so fat. If I can climb the Dabao in the future, how will I be worshiped by hundreds of officials with this appearance? But fortunately, at least it's not like the seventh brother, who actually grabbed donkey dung and stuffed it into his mouth in order to pretend to be crazy. Bah, that's really a lunatic!

Everyone in the palace, whether they were concubines or officials, came out, knelt down in the dark on the long street, and said in unison: Congratulations to the prince on your return to the capital.

The Prime Minister looked at the crowd and sighed, and said, Congratulations on this one, who knows if I can come back alive.

The street outside the palace became silent. The favored concubines looked at each other in confusion. Some even cried sadly, but they didn't know how sincere they were.

The Prime Minister waved his hand with some boredom and said, Are you starting to mourn now? Okay, okay, if I can't come back, you all can commit suicide and go accompany me.

After hearing this, there was a moment of silence outside the palace, and then there was loud crying. This time, it was obvious that the concubines and officials were crying very real and extremely sad.

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Similar scenes occurred on the streets of Jiangnan Prefecture, but they were not exactly the same.

King Zhongshan walked through the crowd of people kneeling in obeisance. There was no expression on his pale cheeks. Only the hint of madness could be seen in the depths of his slightly bloodshot eyes.

As he walked, a clear footprint was left on the ground outside the palace gate. It was a footprint of blood.

He seemed to have walked through a sea of ​​blood.

In fact, at this time, the Zhongshan Prince's Mansion had turned into a sea of ​​blood, and all the subordinate officials sent by the imperial court had fallen into a pool of blood, with their heads missing.

All of them were killed by King Zhongshan himself.

Only one person was not killed, and that was the leader of the eunuchs, who was being escorted and kneeling behind the door of the palace.

The leader of the eunuchs was very old, with wrinkles on his face. He knew he was about to die, but he still looked calm. He looked at King Zhongshan who was about to board the chariot and said: Your Majesty, since you didn't kill me, you probably don't want to completely turn against your wife. It's a long way to Kyoto, so you might as well go slowly and see what happens.

This is a very subtle persuasion. It first provides explanations for King Zhongshan, and then gives advice to King Zhongshan. It is indeed a mature and prudent idea.

The King of Zhongshan ignored the old eunuch, jumped on the chariot, and said: I don't want to kill you, not because I want to leave any way out, but I just want you to have a taste of what I have felt all these years.

The old eunuch's expression changed upon hearing this, and he could no longer remain calm.

Under the escort of dozens of royal palace elites, the chariot of the Zhongshan Palace entered the night and headed towards Kyoto.

Only the prince's cold and biting voice still echoed on the long street.

Don't let this old dog die. Don't give him food. Just give him donkey dung. Remember, you want fresh, the freshest.

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The wind and rain are like darkness, we meet each other.

The Seventeenth Route rebelled against the king and entered Beijing.

Looking at the scene in the night, Chen Changsheng knew that what he witnessed with his own eyes was the most important event in this continent after the massacre at the National Education Academy.

He was the cause or instigator of this incident. Thinking of how many people would die tonight, and how many people would be displaced and die in the war afterwards, he felt a little agitated and uneasy. He felt a sense of disgust in his chest and couldn't bear it. He started coughing, and the pain deepened with each cough, and his face became paler and paler.

This ridiculous drama is very interesting. Watch it more before you die. Don't die too early.

The Holy Queen Tianhai listened to his cough without turning around and said expressionlessly.

With these words, Chen Changsheng suddenly found that he could move.

He knew what she meant, and he was thinking if he could do something else.

He still has Su Li's letter in his arms, and there are many swords in his scabbard, as well as the Heavenly Book Stele, and many more.

However, her figure was so tall, just under the night sky, but seemed to be above it.

He reached into his arms and instead of taking out the letter, he took out a small porcelain bottle.

There is medicine in the small porcelain bottle.

He poured out dozens of pills from the small porcelain bottle, put them directly into his mouth without commenting, and chewed them like jelly beans, making a crunching sound.

After arriving at the top of Tianshu Mausoleum, the Holy Queen did not look back at him until she heard the sound and looked back at him.

Chen Changsheng didn't pay attention to her gaze, then took off the golden needle wrapped around his finger, and plunged it deeply into several dangerous qi orifices on his neck.

His face became paler, and his body trembled slightly, as if he couldn't help the autumn wind.

As time passed, the trembling gradually ended, and two abnormal colors of blood appeared on his face.

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The enemies of the Holy Queen emerged from the night one after another, not because this was their best chance, but because this was their last chance.

If she were allowed to kill Chen Changsheng and complete the third change of destiny in the past thousand years, then perhaps no one would be able to remove her from the throne of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

The peerless strong men who have lived in seclusion, the royal princes who have endured for many years, and the heroes of the world who have endured their anger gathered in Kyoto, but this is not all, because the world is very big, and there are many enemies of the Holy Queen. On the official road in the south, people gradually appeared. There was no one from Lishan Sword Sect, no one from Saintess Peak, no one from Huaiyuan, and no one from Changsheng Sect. However, the head of the Qiu Shan family and the old priest came, and Mu The old lady of the Tuo family is here, and the scheming head of the Wu family is also here. The four major aristocratic families have reached their third, what about the Tang family?