A self-deprecating smile appeared on Wang Zhice's lips, his eyes somewhat sorrowful.
On the night that Xuelao City was breached, right after the crisis of the Sacred Light Continent's invasion was resolved, he had to face the encirclement of four human experts of the Divine Domain.
"From your point of view, this is a very sad thing. From my point of view, it is the same."
Chen Chang Sheng said, "I have read your notes and many books related to you. I really hope that I didn't see you tonight. That way, you will still be a legend in my heart."
Wang Zhice released Black Robe's hand and walked to the bottom of the steps. He looked at the crowd and calmly said, "My apologies."
The tense atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by a voice.
"I say … can't you guys respect me a little? This is my home. "
The Demon Lord took two steps forward and said, "Should I not be the main character of tonight's tragedy?"
Thinking of those letters, Tang Thirty-Six smiled and said, "Tragedies often originate from awkwardness. You are still young, so you are not awkward."
"I take that as a compliment."
The Demon Lord earnestly said to him, then turned to Black Robe and sincerely asked, "Are you really prepared to leave with this man?"
Black Robe lowered her head slightly and a mournful smile appeared at the corners of her lips. Although her face was a strange green color, there was still a bewitching beauty to it.
The Demon Lord's eyes began to blaze. "I won't let you go!"
There was a sudden gust of wind, but Wang Zhice had returned to the platform and gripped the Demon Lord's throat.
A magical artifact fell at the Demon Lord's feet and shattered.
Just now, he had aimed this demonic weapon at Black Robe, but before he could attack, he was restrained by Wang Zhice.
The Demon Lord's face was red and he was almost out of breath, but he was still laughing.
Wang Zhice slowly loosened his grip, his face turning pale.
Black Robe fell to the ground, dead.
A seemingly ordinary sword had pierced through her body, directly destroying her Ethereal Palace.
The one holding the sword was a man in green.
The blue-clothed man had been hiding in the Demon Lord's shadow this entire time. Only when he found the opportunity did he suddenly strike.
Even with the Demon Lord's help, even with Wang Zhice's attention focused on Wang Po's group, the blue-clothed man who could kill in front of Wang Zhice was no ordinary assassin.
He was the number one assassin in the world, Liu Qing.
Chen Chang Sheng and Wang Po looked at each other.
The three people in the storm of Xunyang City had all arrived.
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Black Robe died just like that.
Wang Zhice quietly stood in front of her, not knowing what he was thinking.
In the end, he didn't make a move.
He picked up Black Robe's corpse and walked out of the Devil Hall, quickly disappearing from sight.
Tang Thirty-Six said to the Demon Lord, "Thank you."
The Demon Lord replied, "I said before that I love her. If we can't be born on the same day, month, and year, we can at least die on the same day."
Tang Thirty-Six said, "I can't stand you."
The Demon Lord smiled. "There's no need to suffer in the future. Goodbye."
Chen Chang Sheng said seriously, "Take care."
Tang Thirty Six got off the wheelchair with some difficulty and said to him, "Take care."
Walking into the dark demon flames, the Demon Lord's body gradually faded into nothingness.
Until the very last moment, there was still a smile on his face. It was a bit satisfied, a bit strange, unknown as to what it meant.
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It was snowing. Snowflakes fluttered everywhere in the night sky.
The light fragments were still floating in the night sky like fireworks.
Wang Zhice hugged Black Robe and left Xuelao City.
Half a city of fireworks, half a city of snow.
On a snowy hill in the distance, a Black Goat watched them quietly.
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The night would eventually pass and the dawn would assuredly come.
The rebel army had finally been routed and fled the capital. The North-Pacifying Army and the Imperial Guards joined forces and began their pursuit.
Xuanyuan Po handed command over to the human officers and remained in the Orthodox Academy.
After a night of bitter battle, even though he was half a step from the Divine, he had still suffered many injuries. This was especially the case when he had been surrounded by the experts of the Tianhai clan, where a large wound had been cut open on his left shoulder. At the time, blood had flowed out like a waterfall. Even he found it rather strange that he still did not feel dizzy.
Of course, those experts of the Tianhai clan had all died to his metal sword.
When he thought about how, many years ago, he had been crippled by Tianhai Ya'er at the Ivy Festival, Xuanyuan Po couldn't help but feel rather emotional.
He knew that Tianhai Ya'er had died three years ago, supposedly from depression.
As he walked through the Orthodox Academy, feeling the reverent gazes of the teachers and students, Xuanyuan Po felt rather uncomfortable.
The teachers and students of the Orthodox Academy clearly treated him as a stranger.
He was an old friend of the Orthodox Academy, and he even seemed to have a position.
The Depository was much quieter. That short wall had already been torn down, but the small building was still in its original state. Other than Su Moyu, no teacher or student could live there.
Those rooms had been left for Zhexiu, Tang Thirty-Six, Chen Changsheng, and him.
There were many trees in front of the small building, and even more in the forest near the Imperial Palace.
Xuanyuan Po felt nostalgic, and also a little regretful.
In the past, he would often knock into trees in that forest, but now he did not dare to do so. Now, a casual knock could snap even the thickest tree.
Walking to the other side of the lake, Xuanyuan Po saw the kitchen that he was most familiar with.
The kitchen had been destroyed by Wuqiong Bi, and this one had been repaired later, but there was no difference.
Xuanyuan Po walked into the kitchen and looked at the pots and pans. When he thought about Chen Changsheng's request for less oil and less salt, he felt like his mouth was about to turn into a bird. Then he thought about the boiled blue lobster with white rice that he and Tang Thirty-Six had eaten many times, and he felt like his mouth was about to water.
There was nothing to eat in the kitchen. It seemed that no one usually used it. Xuanyuan Po felt rather regretful.
Before leaving, he silently gazed at the neat pile of firewood, then thrust his sword into it.
Many years ago, when he was cooking in this place, he had done this out of habit.
But today, he did not intend to take the sword away, because he wanted to learn from Tang Thirty-Six and Chen Changsheng.
Several decades, or even several centuries later, a bullied new student of the Orthodox Academy would discover this sword in the pile of firewood. What sort of story would happen after that?
Xuanyuan Po was filled with anticipation.
Luoluo was also very interested in this matter and began to laugh.
But the laughter quickly stopped. She was not in a very good mood.
Last night had been very long. First, her martial uncle the emperor had turned into a sun, and then her teacher had talked to her in Xuelao City, telling her not to move around recklessly.
Just what had happened in Xuelao City? Since her martial uncle the emperor was so formidable, why had they come to the capital?
"Is there no meaning in what we're doing?"
She stood on the great banyan tree and seriously asked Xuanyuan Po.
Xuanyuan Po stood under the tree, worried that Her Highness would fall. He said, "It's already been ten-some years since Her Highness has climbed this tree. Be careful, it's slippery."
Luoluo made a face and jumped over a branch with familiarity. She walked to the front of the branch and gazed at the lake.
The tree would grow, but its shape would not change too much.
"The principal said, the process is more important than the goal. Then I think … there is a meaning in us coming to the capital."
Xuanyuan Po paused and said, "Actually, I don't understand the meaning of this sentence."
"You are such a stupid bear."
Luoluo said.
Xuanyuan Po thought, "If you weren't Her Highness, but Tang Thirty Six, then I definitely wouldn't let you go."
Luoluo explained, "Teacher's meaning is very simple. We are all going to die. The goal has already been decided, so the process is obviously more important."
Xuanyuan Po very seriously thought about it and said, "It seems to be very reasonable."
Luoluo gazed at the lake and found a very fat koi, but she didn't know if it was the one from before.
The fat koi gradually sank to the bottom of the lake.
Suddenly, it waved its tail and began to happily swim back to the surface of the lake, creating many splashes.
Luoluo happily laughed.
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Many days later, Chen Chang Sheng's group returned to the capital.
The scars of battle could still be seen on the streets. There were many collapsed buildings. It was said that even the reception hall of the Divine General of the East's estate had collapsed. Fortunately, no one had been hurt.
The restaurants in Hundred Flowers Lane had suffered even more severe losses. After two rounds of autumn rain, smoke still rose from who knew where.
Chen Chang Sheng did not first return to Li Palace, but went directly to the Orthodox Academy.
They hadn't seen each other for a long time, but they missed each other very much.
Just as Luoluo was about to throw herself into his embrace, she suddenly felt that there was something different about his body. She couldn't help but widen her eyes.
Chen Chang Sheng nodded.
Luoluo gave a soft cry and quickly covered her mouth, her eyes filled with surprise.
Chen Chang Sheng smiled and rubbed her head.
Luoluo tilted her head and squinted her eyes. She was like a little tiger, very cute.
Chen Chang Sheng pulled back his hand.
Luoluo was just about to continue her previous action of throwing herself into her teacher's embrace when she suddenly saw a smear of white clothing.
She quickly restrained her smile and said seriously, "Greetings, Teacher's wife."
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Xu You Rong returned, Tang Thirty Six also returned, Su Mo Yu, Chu Wenbin, and the other teachers and students also returned.
Of course, there would always be some people who would not return.
Guan Feibai and Bai Cai did not go to the capital to meet with Gou Hanshi, but instead returned to Mount Li.
When the Mount Li disciples saw those urns of bone ash, they loudly wept and then got drunk for three days.
Qi Jian was also very sad, because Senior Liang Banhu had died. But she did not drink, because besides sadness, she was even more worried.
Zhexiu did not return.
He did not return to Mount Li, nor did he return to the Orthodox Academy. The Wolf tribe of the steppe was also constantly searching for news of him.
No one knew where he was, nor did they know if he was dead or alive.
Chen Chang Sheng looked at the tightly shut door and said, "If he was able to come out of Zhou Prison alive, there's no reason for him to just die like this."
Tang Thirty Six replied, "I also believe that he's still alive, because he still owes me a lot of money."
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Xuelao City welcomed a bitter winter. Snow the size of goose feathers incessantly descended from the sky.
The supplies left behind by the deaths of the nobles in the city were rather plentiful, but the days outside the city were very difficult.
The human occupying army used strict laws to maintain law and order within the city, but they could not care so much outside the city. They could only wait until next spring to see if there would be any food reinforcements.
In the northern part of the city was a grassy slope. It was so covered in thick snow that it was impossible to tell that this place had once been a graveyard.
Only the occasional black monolith peeking out of the snow indicated that this place had once been used.
The snow suddenly began to move, gradually bulging up. Then, the snow fell back, revealing a person.
This person was dressed in tattered clothes. The skin that was exposed outside the clothes was a nauseating green color and exuded the thick stench of corpses. It was hard to tell if this was a corpse or a living person.
If not for the fact that the weather was so cold, the stench of corpses would probably have traveled very far.
The freak scooped up the snow and slowly washed his green body. Then, he found a black robe from the grave beneath the snow and draped it over his body.
By raising the hood, he could block out the wind and snow, as well as his vision.
One could faintly see that the freak's eyes were extremely cold.
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(What follows is an advertisement of six hundred words. I earnestly request that you read to the end.
In the future, I will never advertise as seriously as I did today. Furthermore, there is a very important matter that I would like to discuss with everyone.
The opening message was clear: "Choosing Heaven" is about to be published.
This time, I was the one who contacted the publisher.
The publishing house is the People's Literature Publishing House. It is reliable.
The cover is also absolutely elegant. It does not seek to be flashy, but it is definitely reliable.
The most reliable thing is that this time, "Choosing Heaven" can finally be published in its entirety.
Yes, you did not misunderstand. You no longer need to worry about not being able to buy the rest of the books after buying one or a few. Facepalm.
There are eight volumes in total. It will be released into the market in two batches. When the time comes, everyone can purchase it from major book stores or online bookstores. Each book has about 400,000 words, so the price will naturally be slightly higher. There should be a certain possibility of a discount. If you have spare money and want to collect or read hardcover books, you might as well buy a set.
The reason why I am so serious about promoting it is because this is a very good opportunity to collect. Every time I do not have a signed book for everyone, I am also very anxious.
This time, I signed two thousand copies. I am really exhausted. In the end, I almost forgot how to write the word 'fishy'.
Earlier, I said that I would like to discuss an important matter with everyone. It was because many readers bought the previous book and felt very sorry. I was too unreliable. I wanted to find a way to make up for it. It would not be good to let everyone buy it again. However, it is really difficult to get a refund, and there is not much practical possibility. In the end, I could only think of a way. I will donate the remuneration from the first two volumes in everyone's name to a very reliable charity organization like Shuntian Scholarship. It will be just like what we did on our WeChat official account in the past. I don't know if everyone thinks this is feasible. Of course, even if you think it is not feasible, I can only do this. Facepalm once again, walked away.
Please support the publication of "Choosing Heaven". Thank you, everyone.
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