Thinking of the plain in the Garden of Zhou, the Sunset Valley, and the Daoist scriptures and old objects lost in the lake, Chen Changsheng was both astonished and pleasantly surprised.
When he came out of the Garden of Zhou, he had no idea what had happened. Looking at it from another angle, he had no idea how he had left the Garden of Zhou and suddenly appeared in the snowy plains of the demon realm tens of thousands of li away. Because he did not know about the metal plate in Black Robe's hand, he had no idea what had happened in the Garden of Zhou afterwards. He had only heard about it from Hua Jiefu and the others on the road.
If the Garden of Zhou had not been destroyed, did that not mean that the Heavenly Tome Monoliths stolen by Zhou Dufu could see the light of day again?
Yes, the most important and most precious object in the Garden of Zhou was not the mausoleum, nor was it the magical artifacts lost by the predecessors, nor was it the roasted chicken, roasted lamb, silver, and books that he had thrown into the lake during his battle with Nanke's two maids. Of course, it was the Heavenly Tome Monoliths.
No, Chen Changsheng froze and thought of a possibility. He suddenly realized that the most precious object in the Garden of Zhou was not the Heavenly Tome Monoliths.
At least to him.
If Lady Chujian … could not leave the Garden of Zhou, then was she still in the Garden of Zhou? If the Garden of Zhou had not been destroyed, did that not mean that she might still be alive? Was she in there right now?
He knew that the possibility was extremely small, but since he thought of this possibility, he did not hesitate at all. His spiritual sense directly charged towards the image of the black monolith.
A huge boom resounded in his sea of consciousness.
His strand of spiritual sense suddenly turned into countless strands of green smoke, and disappeared without a trace.
He woke up in the library of the Orthodox Academy. His sea of consciousness was shaken, and he was in incomparable pain. He was so vexed that he wanted to vomit.
Only after a very long time did the painful feeling gradually subside.
Without hesitation, Chen Changsheng once again sent a strand of his spiritual sense into the sheath, requesting for the ten thousand swords to open a path. In an instant, he once again arrived at the other end of the ocean of sword intent.
Yet, there was nothing there.
The ten thousand swords obeyed and opened a path. The sword intent had vanished, so there was naturally no ocean of sword intent.
Without an ocean, how could there be another shore?
Without a shore, there would naturally not be a black monolith on the shore waiting for his arrival.
Chen Changsheng thought about it and gave up his control over the swords. As a result, the extremely sharp sword intent once again filled the space, and the ocean reappeared.
His spiritual awareness once again passed through the ocean of sword wills with great difficulty. He arrived at the opposite shore, saw the black stone tablet, and then descended.
As expected, his wisp of Soul Consciousness was destroyed, and he woke up again.
Chen Chang Sheng was silent for a long time. Then he stood up and walked out of the library.
Tonight, he had consumed too much of his divine sense and could not support another attempt.
To suppress the urge to rediscover the Garden of Zhou, to find those Heavenly Tome Monoliths … and the intense impulse that she brought was an extremely difficult task.
Even if he was the most resistant to temptation and the most rational youth in the world, it was still very difficult for him to endure.
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There were some things that Chen Changsheng could no longer endure. It was that he had not bathed in many days — from the time he entered the Garden of Zhou to the ten thousand li journey south, there had been no time for him to wash. Thus, after returning to the Orthodox Academy today, he did not do anything else. He first used three large buckets of hot water and an hour to carefully wash himself from head to toe, from inside to outside. But even so, he still felt that he had not washed himself clean.
Returning to the house, he washed himself two more times. After confirming that there was not a speck of dirt, he gripped the Dragoncry Sword and began to cut his hair, shave his beard, trim his fingernails until they were slightly round, trim his toenails until they were square, and then change into clean clothes. Only then did he feel somewhat more comfortable. Walking to the window, he once more glanced at Zhou Prison and the Mausoleum of Books. After saying a few words of greeting to Zhexiu and Tang Thirty-Six, he went to bed and began to sleep.
By now, it was already late at night.
At five in the morning, he promptly woke up.
There was a faint smell in the room. It was not the smell of cosmetics, nor was it the fragrance of flowers, but it smelled very comfortable.
A strand of black hair rested on the side of his pillow.
Presumably, Mo Yu had come.
Chen Changsheng was somewhat perplexed. Did I actually sleep so soundly last night? Or was it that Mo Yu was even stronger than people imagined?
It must be known that he was already a cultivator at the peak of Ethereal Opening. Even if Mo Yu was at the Star Condensation Realm, there was no reason for her to silently lie by his side for an entire night without him noticing.
Of course, his current mood was still mostly because he was not used to it and felt that it was rather absurd.
Mo Yu was the most famous beauty of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
She was the woman with the second highest status in the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Moreover, they were enemies.
He had just returned to the capital, but she did not even give him a single night of time. She wanted to stealthily come over and sleep. What was she doing?
Outside the window, rain suddenly began to fall. It did not carry much of a chill, but the early summer had instantly returned to spring.
Chen Changsheng gazed out the window and suddenly heard a loud noise coming from the direction of the academy's gate.
Everything was somewhat familiar, just like that rainy morning when Tian Hai Shengxue had led the cavalry of the Great Zhou Northern Army and directly smashed apart the gate of the Orthodox Academy.
In the rain this morning, who was it that had come?
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It was still someone from the Tian Hai family. It was not Tian Hai Shengxue, but it was someone that Chen Changsheng and Xuan Yuan Po knew.
Xuan Yuan Po looked at the youngster sitting on the wheelchair. His emotions were somewhat complicated. Previously, his right arm was destroyed by this youngster. Logically speaking, he should have hated this youngster. But later on, this youngster was crippled by Princess Luo Luo and was even more heavily injured than him. His right arm's injury had basically been healed by Chen Changsheng's treatment. The simple and honest youngster of the bear tribe couldn't really feel much hatred. Instead, he felt some sympathy.
The one sitting in the wheelchair was Tian Hai Ya Er, the young elite that once had a terrifying reputation in the capital. Of course, that was already in the past.
Currently, Tian Hai Ya Er's face was pale, his cheeks were slightly swollen, and the muscles on both of his legs were obviously atrophied. He had already become a cripple. Anyone who looked at this youngster, if they did not know the evil deeds he had done, would probably be like Xuan Yuan Po and feel sympathy for him.
But Tian Hai Ya Er was a person that didn't need sympathy. He had never sympathized with others and he didn't need sympathy from others. No matter to others or to himself, he was very cruel – even if he was crippled, he wouldn't be willing to swallow his anger.
"Chen Changsheng, f * ck your ancestors."
When Chen Changsheng arrived at the gate of the Tradition Academy, the first sentence he heard was related to himself. Although until today, he didn't even know who his parents were, nor did he know where his ancestry was, but when he heard Tian Hai Ya Er's shrill voice, he couldn't help but feel angry.
The gate of the Tradition Academy was pushed open. In the morning rain, Chen Changsheng walked into the Hundred Blossom Street and began to face his enemies, just like last year.
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(The stage play of "Choosing Heaven" will be performed from the 1st to the 9th of May in Shanghai's Yi Hai Theater. Tickets are currently on sale. Those who are interested can search for tickets on Baidu and purchase tickets on Guwala Life Net, DaMai.com, or Shanghai Cultural Information Net. You can also follow the Weibo of "Choosing Heaven" Stage Play and see the latest information on the sale of tickets. Just like everyone else, I am not very familiar with stage plays, but I still have a good hope that our story can be adapted into various forms of art. I hope everything goes well, sincerely.)
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