Fighter of the Destiny

The King of Linghai looked at the old man who was once like his teacher and father, and said, My Majesty has already changed Chen Changsheng's fate against the will of heaven, why do you still choose this way?

This matter has nothing to do with Chen Changsheng, nor does it have anything to do with senior brother. The choice can only be your own.

The Pope looked at the green leaves in the basin and said with a sense of sadness: In my life, I always don't know how to choose, so I just drift around like grass with the wind. This was true hundreds of years ago, and it was the same twenty years ago. So. Senior brother is right, I am really useless. I can only act according to my heart until the last moment. However, by then it is often too late, so senior brother and empress broke up, so Zhu Luo and Guan Xingke's death, if you think about it carefully, it should all be my fault.

Although in the past two years, because of the new students in the National Religion College, His Majesty the Pope no longer supports the new forces of the National Religion, both the King of Linghai and Taoist Siyuan have deep resentment towards His Majesty the Pope, but they have no regard for His Majesty the Pope. There is no malicious speculation, because they know very well that the state religion has been in existence for thousands of years, and His Majesty the Pope is a true and pure ascetic.

After hearing these words, King Linghai and Taoist Si Yuan raised their heads and saw His Majesty the Pope standing in the holy light, making it difficult to look directly at him.

Taoist Siyuan said painfully: You don't have to force yourself to make a choice.

My choice should be for the benefit of all living beings, the pope said.

After saying this, he walked out of the Guangming Main Hall.

Thousands of priests knelt down like a tide outside the temple.

The Pope looked in the direction of the Tomb of Heavenly Books and said, Why don't we go back together?

Queen Tianhai's reply to this proposal was very clear, her voice was very cold, full of ridicule, or was it because of disappointment?

Give your position to these idiots? You are such an old fool, so go to hell.

The Pope smiled slightly, knowing that she was not in a good mood at this time, and then shook his head.

The pot of green leaves was no longer in his hand, but floating in the night behind him.

As the night breeze blew gently, the green leaves swayed slowly, as if they were shaking their heads.

As the green leaves swayed, many people appeared one after another in Qingxian Hall, which was still some distance away from Guangming Main Hall. Those people were strong men who had broken through the state religion's seclusion, priests who had practiced meditation and enlightened themselves. They had become accustomed to the life in the Qingye world. When they were suddenly called out, they looked a little confused and didn't know what had happened.

After a while, they understood the current situation, and the expressions on their faces suddenly became solemn. They met with the priests from various places in the palace, and then left along the Shinto and dispersed to various parts of Kyoto.

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The palace was finally moved, and the situation in Kyoto was settled.

Liang Wangsun left Lingyan Pavilion. For some reason, the second master of the Tang family did not kill him.

The Yulin Army began to have civil strife, and there were sounds of fighting everywhere in the palace. It was not until King Chen Liu took the so-called will of the late emperor and rode into the palace alone that the situation was slightly controlled.

Immediately afterwards, several princes followed, and eighteen cardinals led three hundred priests into the imperial city. The palace finally returned to silence.

The situation in the court was more complicated. The rebel side encountered great resistance. If the Minister of Rites had not insisted on accompanying him, perhaps the masters of the Ivy League led by Zhuang Zhihuan, the dean of Tiandaoyuan, would have killed more people tonight. .

The commotion in Kyoto gradually subsided.

The rebel forces gradually took control of the situation, but the real victory was far from decided because the Tomb of Heavenly Books was still there.

There are no troops around the Mausoleum of Heaven's Book, nor are there any strong monks from various states and counties, because the level of fighting here is too high.

People came to Tianshu Mausoleum one after another, even the most inconspicuous ones, they were all big shots.

Mao Qiuyu came, and with him came a tall, thin old man wearing Taoist robes and a little girl.

In the darkness around the Tianshu Tomb and on the other side of the dry river, hidden strong men from various aristocratic families and sects gradually appeared.

The second master of the Tang family did not appear. He left Lingyan Pavilion quietly and never appeared in front of anyone again. This is the style of the Tang family in Wenshui. When the matter is over, it is time to get paid. will appear again, and not many people will know that the Tang family played the most important role in tonight's incident in Kyoto.

When many people came to Tianshu Mausoleum, the head of the Qiushan family left. On the official road leading to Tiannan, facing the question of worship, he thought for a while and said: There are too many people.

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Chen Changsheng looked at these scenes under the Tomb of Heavenly Books and was silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

In fact, he himself didn't know what he was thinking or what he should be thinking.

The tall and thin Taoist standing side by side with Mao Qiuyu should be the Archbishop Ling Baishi. Who is that little girl?

That little girl is very delicate, how can she be qualified to stand with these two big figures of the state religion?

Mujiu Shi, when did you come back from Daxi Continent?

Queen Tianhai looked at the little girl and raised her eyebrows slightly.

Hearing this name, Chen Changsheng became more awake, no matter how dazed his mind was.

It turns out that this delicate-looking little girl is actually Mu Jiu Shi, one of the six giants of the state religion?

He had never thought that this most mysterious figure in the state religion was actually so young, and according to the words of Queen Tianhai, could he have anything to do with Da Xizhou?

Mu Jiushi looked at the top of Tianshu Mausoleum, smiled sheepishly, and said, Your Majesty, I was just brought here to bear witness. Please don't be angry with me.

Queen Tianhai mocked slightly and said, If it weren't for the fear of being too ugly, even the demon clan would send people here tonight.

No one answered her words, neither His Majesty the Pope, who was walking in the night, nor the Taoist Ji who had just entered Luoyang City.

Because as she said, it's a shame.

Queen Tianhai knew very well that this kind of embarrassing thing had happened many times on this continent, and similar scenes had appeared before.

But she was sure that she would not meet the same boring ending as that man.

The strongest person under the starry sky is still under the starry sky after all. I am the one who wants to break through the starry sky.

Chen Changsheng heard her voice, but he didn't quite understand it and didn't bother to think about it.

He is still alive now, as if he has succeeded in changing his life against the will of heaven, and can continue to live like this in the future. This is a very happy thing, but for some reason, there is no joy in his heart, and he has lost everything. I have no interest, not even in this magnificent battle in front of me that will be recorded in history, and I don’t want to think about anything.

But when he looked at the black smoke and open fires that rose from time to time in the streets of Kyoto, he was still a little worried.

I don’t know what the current situation of the National Education Academy is like, and what is happening to those... friends who really care about him.

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The Habayashi Army and the National Religion Cavalry have all withdrawn, and it is unknown where they are fighting in Kyoto.

It was quiet in front of the National Education College. There were fallen leaves in Baihua Lane, but no one could be seen.

Tang Sanliu never came back after he left. Zhexiu knew very well that it was definitely not because of his own fault.

So, Zhexiu also left the National Education Academy and sneaked into the night.

The teachers and students of the National Education College were awake and standing in front of the library, looking very anxious. Some students said that they should go out to find the dean and the others.

Don't worry about what's going on outside, no one is allowed to leave.

Su Moyu said in a deep voice: Whoever dares to step out of the courtyard tonight will be expelled on the spot!

After hearing these words, the somewhat restless students gradually calmed down.

Su Moyu asked several teachers to provide comfort afterward, walked to the courtyard gate, and said to Ye Xiaolian: Thank you for your hard work tonight, junior sisters.

Nanxizhai's sword formation is enough to frighten any force that tries to take advantage of the chaos to harm the National Education Academy.

After Su Moyu arranged these things, he walked to the courtyard gate, looked at the streets in the night, and listened to the sound of fighting in the distance, feeling very heavy.

Chen Changsheng, Tang Sanliu, Zhe Xiu, and Xuanyuan Po were all gone, and now he was the only one left in the National Education Academy.

He must ensure the safety of the National Education Academy, and this is the only thing he can do.

Ye Xiaolian walked to his side and looked into the night as well, with worry written all over her pretty face.

The disciples of Nanxizhai were guarding the National Education Academy on the order of the saint. However, the saint went to the palace and never came back. There was chaos in Kyoto tonight. Is the saint still okay?

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After the green bamboo cart left Kyoto, it headed south. In a short time, it had traveled more than a thousand miles.

I don’t know whether I felt a little tired or just too boring, but Black Sheep stopped by the Tangwang River.

The starlight fell on the clear Tangwang River and was blown into countless silver leaves by the night wind. It reflected into the car window and painted many beautiful silver patterns on the car wall.

These starlights fell on the extremely beautiful faces of Xu Yourong and Mo Yu, but they looked a little dim, just in line with their moods at this time.

The wooden hairpin was stuck in Xu Yourong's hair. She could not move and could only speak.

She looked at Mo Yu and said in a low voice, Did you guess something?

The palace skirt on Mo Yu's body trembled slightly, that was because her body was trembling.

She looked at Xu Yourong, looking particularly weak and helpless. She was no longer like Miss Mo, who usually fought decisively in the court, but like a little girl who had been suddenly abandoned.

What...what do you want to say?

Both of them are the smartest women in the world. As they get further away from Kyoto, their hearts become calmer and their guesses become more and more. At this time, they get some kind of confirmation from the other's expression, so they become more and more frightened.

Whether it was the wooden hairpin in Xu Yourong's hair or the black sheep staring blankly at Kyoto by the Tangwang River at this time, as well as themselves, they were all proof.

If the Holy Empress had full confidence in the situation in Kyoto tonight, why would she let them leave?

Xu Yourong's face turned a little pale and he said, Let's go back.

Mo Yu was silent for a long time, and finally did not listen to her opinion and said: This is your Majesty's will, let's keep going.

When she said this, her expression was very calm, but her voice was trembling, as if she would cry the next moment.