Chen Chang Sheng still didn't understand some things.
On that night in the Mausoleum of Books, the monk from the other continent had not come in his true body, but had used some sort of method to arrive as a soul.
The two Angels from the Sacred Light Continent that Bie Yanghong had encountered were clearly physical, so how had they gotten here?
If it was so easy to travel between the two continents, why hadn't anyone from the Sacred Light Continent appeared before?
He posed his question to Bie Yanghong, and then he asked how the descendants had been able to escape to the Sacred Light Continent, and what method had they used?
More importantly, what was the relationship between the Demon race and the Sacred Light Continent?
Bie Yanghong did not give a specific answer, as he was not confident that his conjecture was correct and did not want to affect Chen Changsheng's judgment.
He said to Chen Chang Sheng, "Regarding these matters, you should ask your teacher."
There was nothing wrong with these words. Shang Xingzhou was definitely the person in this world who understood the Sacred Light Continent the most.
He had picked up Chen Changsheng by the stream, driven away the Golden Dragon, and invited the soul of the monk from the exiled tribe to this world to attack the Tianhai Divine Empress.
His shadow, or rather, his participation, could be found in all matters concerning the Sacred Light Continent.
And those events were all related to Chen Chang Sheng.
He didn't know what to say.
Bie Yanghong solemnly warned him, "Your Holiness must be careful."
Chen Chang Sheng understood his meaning.
In the battle between the Divine two days ago, Madam Mu and the demons had openly encircled and killed the human experts. Even more alarming was that this had involved the other races in space. The Human race had to give the strongest response, and as the Pope, Chen Changsheng naturally had to shoulder this responsibility, but he also had to face enormous pressure.
Most importantly, he had to figure out what Shang Xingzhou was thinking.
Those were things for the future. He had a lot of things to deal with now.
Chen Changsheng glanced at Wuqiong Bi.
Wuqiong Bi fiercely glared back.
Chen Changsheng drew back his gaze and asked Bie Yanghong, "You really don't need to say anything?"
Bie Yanghong shook his head.
Chen Chang Sheng once again looked at the unconscious Xuan Yuan Po.
Xuanyuan Po's body was extremely sturdy, and his face was covered with a beard. He looked a little old, but in reality, he was the youngest in the Tradition Academy.
Chen Chang Sheng, Tang Thirty Six, Su Mo Yu, Zhe Xiu and the others liked to tease Xuan Yuan Po and doted on him.
He didn't know when Xuanyuan Po would wake up.
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Chen Chang Sheng walked out of the courtyard and told the Archbishop of the Western Wastes that no one was allowed to take a step into the alley.
The archbishop softly assented. He did not ask the foolish question of what to do if someone came. Since no one was allowed to step into the alley, not even the White Emperor and Madam Mu, Shang Xingzhou, or the emperor could enter.
Sensing the Qi of several dozen experts in the streets of the Pine Paths, as well as the clear Qi of Li Palace's array, Chen Changsheng felt somewhat relieved.
With the cry of a crane, he rode the white crane and flew into the sky. The hundreds of swords around the courtyard whistled through the air and followed him.
He knew that everything should be fine over there, but he still couldn't help but feel worried and nervous.
Thus, he did not notice that the White Crane had glanced at the Celestial Tree temple before it left, as if it was asking for instructions from someone.
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Upon confirming that Chen Changsheng had left, Wuqiong Bi instantly regained her spirit and roared at Bie Yanghong, "Is there something wrong with your head! What if something happens? "
This was referring to the fact that Bie Yanghong had used only one finger to transmit the experience and wisdom of that battle between the Divine to Chen Changsheng.
This was a technique that had been secretly passed down in Xiling's Ten Thousand Years Pavilion for more than seven thousand years. It was called the Dot of Red.
A teacher could use this method to directly transmit the knowledge of cultivation to their disciples.
This sort of Daoist technique was very mystical, but it was also dangerous. The slightest carelessness would result in a backlash from the Daoist technique.
In the past, only before the Grand Examination or the opening of the Garden of Zhou would the Ten Thousand Years Pavilion choose the most outstanding but inexperienced students to use this technique on.
If this Daoist technique was used to transmit energy to later generations of disciples, it was even more dangerous. Death was basically assured for both the user and the recipient. For this reason, in the last seven thousand years, this sort of thing had only happened twice in Xiling's Ten Thousand Years Pavilion.
As she watched Bie Yanghong's finger land on Chen Changsheng's forehead, Wuqiong Bi was truly rather worried. Her anger was also rather reasonable.
Bie Yanghong quietly gazed at her, saying nothing.
Wuqiong Bi suddenly recalled that in the last two days, he had often quietly gazed at her like this, and then recalled that in the last two years, he had often quietly gazed at the distant mountains. She then recalled the words that the people of the world had said to the two of them, and the words that those people had used their eyes to say, like Wang Po and the others … She suddenly felt flustered and uneasily shut her mouth.
Bie Yanghong had been married to her for many years, so he naturally knew what she was thinking. He faintly smiled and rubbed her head.
Wuqiong Bi felt even more flustered, because although Bie Yanghong had still respected and protected her in the last few years, it had been a very long time since he had made such an intimate gesture.
In order to dispel her unease, she somewhat stiffly changed the subject, asking, "Why didn't you tell him that Xu Yourong came?"
"The Holy Maiden did not appear, indicating that she did not want Chen Changsheng to know, so it was naturally inconvenient for me to say anything."
Bie Yanghong thought this over, then earnestly said, "In the future, you must treat His Holiness and the Holy Maiden a little more respectfully."
Wuqiong Bi angrily retorted, "I can't be bothered to do these hypocritical things. In any case, they won't do anything out of respect for you. Are you really prepared to abandon me?"
Bie Yanghong said nothing, only sighed.
Wuqiong Bi recalled his previous actions and once more became uneasy. She mumbled, "If worst comes to worst, I'll just change my temper and kill a few less people."
Bie Yanghong still said nothing.
Wuqiong Bi's expression turned unsightly. "Could it be that you really intend to cast me aside?"
The more she thought about it, the more she felt that it was true. Anxious and angry, tears began to stream down her face, and then she began to curse.
To Bie Yanghong, the contents of her curses were truly nothing new. Over and over again, it was the same words: 'heartless old scoundrel', 'ungrateful poor scholar', 'if not for me back then, what would have happened'. But just when he was truly beginning to get angry …
Wuqiong Bi wept and said, "I don't have an arm now, and I don't even have a son. If you leave, what will happen to me?"
Bie Yanghong sighed and took her into his embrace, lightly patting her back to prevent her from crying herself to death.
Her temper was just this great. He had always known that there was nothing he could do about it.
After some time, Wuqiong Bi grew tired from crying and cursing. Leaning against his chest, she fell into a deep sleep.
Even in her sleep, her left hand tightly gripped his collar as if afraid that he would just quietly leave.
Bie Yanghong did not sleep. He quietly gazed at her face, his thoughts inscrutable.
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The clouds over the mountains dispersed.
The faint sound of waves could be heard from below the distant cliff.
Chen Chang Sheng walked down from the White Crane and walked forward.
In front of him was a Celestial Tree that towered into the clouds.
At the base of the tree was a large hole.
Inside was a small house.
A black-clothed girl quietly stood in front of the house. (To be continued.)
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