Fighter of the Destiny

The teachers and students of the National Education College watched Chen Changsheng walk to the gate of the courtyard, their eyes were very complicated and their emotions were very emotional.

The female disciple of Nanxi Zhai was waiting for him at the gate of the courtyard.

Chen Changsheng signaled to the girls not to follow him and walked out.

This is the Lord's order. Ye Xiaolian shouted angrily behind him.

Chen Changsheng knew that it would be difficult to convince these girls, so he said to Priest Xin who was waiting for him outside the hospital: Please.

Priest Xin sighed, waved his hand and motioned for the priests and the cavalry of the National Church to come forward and surrounded the Institute of National Education, naturally also blocking the girls from Nanxi Zhai inside.

Chen Changsheng looked at the Chinese Academy of Education and silently said goodbye.

Three and a half years have passed since that spring.

I don’t know when I’ll see you again, Kazuto Aoto in the National Education Academy.

He wrote four letters and gave them to Su Moyu, just like Su Li did before leaving, explaining everything that needed to be explained clearly.

The chill at the wellhead of Beixinqiao is getting heavier and heavier, and it will only take another two years for the little black dragon to get out of trouble.

He owes nothing to the world, has no burden on his shoulders, and can move forward lightly.

Seeing his back disappearing into the depths of Baihua Alley, Priest Xin's emotions were somewhat complicated.

It didn't take long for the news of Chen Changsheng's departure from the Chinese Academy of Education to spread throughout Kyoto.

In the days after late autumn, Zhou Tong was often not in the palace, but taking care of things in the newly renovated Qing Lisi Yamen.

When the news reached Bei Bingma Sihu, he was sitting on a Taishi chair that, although it was brand new, had been made old with too much effort, drinking tea.

What he drank tea with was the most expensive red robe, and he was still wearing the red official robe that seemed to exude the smell of blood.

His face was very pale, his eyes were indifferent as if there were no human emotions, and he looked like a ghost.

Be prepared to welcome distinguished guests.

He gently put the tea cup in his hand on the table, looked at his subordinates in the yard and said calmly.

The officials took the order and started running around in a hurry, and the atmosphere inside and outside the prison became particularly depressing and chilling.

On the street in the distance, the man who exuded an iron-like cold aura glanced at the sky after hearing the news.

The sky is getting darker and darker, not because of the passage of time, but because the clouds are getting thicker and thicker. It is no longer the season of crisp autumn air, and it seems that snow is about to fall.

Not long after, the latest information quickly reached Beibingmasi Hutong - Chen Changsheng entered the palace.

In the small courtyard, several of the most loyal and powerful subordinates looked at the grand master's chair in front of the hall, wondering if Sir, he was overthinking it?

The court has set up such a battle, even if that person is Chen Changsheng, does he still dare to break into Zhou Prison?

Just because he went to the palace, it doesn't mean he won't go somewhere else today.

Zhou Tong looked at the red clay teapot in his hand as if looking at a dead object, and said indifferently: Just wait until he comes out.

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There are no four seasons in the deepest part of the palace, and naturally there is no cold winter feeling. In the sky cut into squares, there are no signs that snow is about to fall.

Just like the pot of green leaves is still full of the breath of life, very tender, very green, gently swaying with the flow of clear water, showing off its beautiful waist.

There is no sign of illness on the Pope's face, but there are many more and deeper wrinkles, making him look much older.

Just like the autumn before Melisa's death, the old man showed his old age in a short period of time.

Looking at the Pope's face, Chen Changsheng felt a little sentimental, a little sad, a little unfair, for this earth and the starry sky.

The pope is two years younger than Shang Xingzhou.

He knew very well that if his uncle's self-requirements hadn't conflicted too much with the current situation of the world, making it difficult to obtain a true peaceful Taoist heart, why would he have aged prematurely.

The Pope knew what he was thinking by looking at his expression. He smiled and said, Are you thinking that good people don't live long?

Chen Changsheng remained silent and nodded.

I am not a good person, the pope said. Of course, even if this statement is true, we cannot be bad people because of it.

Chen Changsheng liked such words very much. He opened his bright eyes and said seriously: Yes.

The pope wiped off the water droplets on the green leaves, took the towel from his hand and wiped his hands, motioned for him to sit down, and asked: Your master is very quiet these days, don't you find it strange?

Whether it was the National Education Academy's resistance to the imperial edict or Wang Po's entry into Beijing, it was a major event for the new dynasty, but Shang Xingzhou did not express any opinions on these matters, and did not even speak at the North-South Convergence Ceremony.

Chen Changsheng knew very well that this was not in line with his master's temperament, but he really didn't care about these things.

He has been trying to let the imperial court control Tianji Pavilion these days. The Pope said: Now it seems that he should be almost successful.

Even if Chen Changsheng didn't care about these things, he couldn't help but be shocked when he heard these words.

Tianji Pavilion is not an ordinary organization, possessing unimaginable resources and power. During the reign of the Holy Empress, it can be said to be the most important pillar of the Zhou Dynasty. Now that the Holy Empress and the old man Tianji are dead, if Shang Xingzhou can make the court It is really amazing to continue to control Tianji Pavilion.

In terms of importance, this matter cannot be overestimated.

Through the rebellion in Xue Lao City, he killed the most powerful enemy of the human race in thousands of years, and temporarily solved the danger of the southern invasion of the demon race. Then, he did not hesitate to fully accept the negotiation conditions of the Tianhai Dynasty, and pushed forward the north-south merger in an extremely prudent and prudent manner. Until the two parties sign a contract, if Shang Xingzhou can even handle Tianji Pavilion...

Even though he is now reading in a small room in the palace and rarely seeing people, he will still be a god in the hearts of the world.

For senior brother, this is not perfect.

The Pope looked at Chen Changsheng and said, You know what his initial thoughts were.

Chen Changsheng knew.

For Shang Xingzhou, the most perfect situation is that when the Pope dies, he can regain the power of the state religion.

However, although he is the orthodox successor of the state religion, after all, so many things happened that year, and he is the Pope's senior brother. No matter how you look at it, it is impossible for him to succeed the Pope.

So after that night at Tianshu Mausoleum, he immediately launched the pastoral wine poem in an attempt to take Chen Changsheng's place, but failed.

It was precisely because he failed to seize the state religion smoothly that he put in so much effort to ensure that Tianji Pavilion would fall into his hands.

The Pope suddenly said: Position is relative, and so is importance.

Chen Changsheng remembered the sentence Position is relative, which Wang Zhice wrote on the first page of his notes.

“Getting some balance between place and importance, so that the whole world doesn’t dance to the rest of us, is what I’ve been trying to do over the years.”

The Pope looked into his eyes and said: Only in this way can ordinary people living in this world live a slightly more stable life.

Chen Changsheng understood.

In the late years of the late emperor, the Pope would support the Holy Empress. This time he supported the Master and the Chen royal family. Now that the Master and the imperial court were powerful, the state religion had to move in the opposite direction, as far away as possible.

This has something to do with emotion and Taoism, but it can also be said that it has nothing to do with it. It is an indiscriminate love for all people in the world, but when it comes to specific things, it often seems so sticky and unpleasant.

He also understood why his uncle said this to him.

This is teaching, inheritance, and guidance from the current pope to his successors.

Understanding, doesn't mean you can do it.

Chen Changsheng was lost in thought for a while, thinking about the wind and rain in Tianshu Mausoleum, the corpses beside the official road, and the blood and fire in Kyoto.

Maybe, I still haven't learned how to be a big shot.

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(There have been some problems with the synchronization between Creation and Starting Point in recent days. If you can’t see the text at Starting Point, you can come to Genesis to have a look. Of course, what’s more embarrassing is that the interruptions happen to be more frequent these days. It’s a bit messy, and this period will continue for a few days. Let’s stick with it together, thank you all.)