After dividing the spoils, no, after dividing the swords, Zhexiu had no interest in chatting with them and closed his eyes once more. Chen Chang Sheng felt his pulse and confirmed that his wounds were improving. He was slightly relieved, but he felt that a new problem had appeared in his meridians. The rhythm of the Tide Rush of Blood was much slower than before. Was this a sign that his true essence was running out? Chen Chang Sheng did not dare to think of this possibility. He dimmed the light of the oil lamp and returned the sword mountain to its sheath. He indicated for Tang Thirty-Six and Xuanyuan Po to follow him out of the library.
"No problems?" Tang Thirty-Six asked.
Chen Chang Sheng did not directly answer this question, but asked, "Just what kind of person is Zhou Tong?"
Today, after leaving the Department for Purging Officials and seeing Zhexiu's miserable state in the carriage, he had already made up his mind. However, he also remembered very clearly that when he stood in that quiet and secluded courtyard, the crabapple blossoms falling like snow, Zhou Tong's red official's gown gave them a terrifying mental pressure and feeling of terror. He really wanted to know how long he would have to wait before he could truly face this kind of terror.
"Zhou Tong lied. He doesn't have an older sister."
In the afternoon, the Wenshui Tangs sent over the relevant information.
Tang Thirty-Six said, "He and the Empress did not meet in front of some princely estate, but in the Hundred Herb Garden. At the time, he was probably still at the Meditation realm, but his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds and he quickly succeeded in Star Condensation. It's said that this was because he received the Empress's decree to raid the estates of those princes and secretly took many treasures."
"Does the Divine Empress not care about these things?" Chen Chang Sheng naturally did not think that the Divine Empress did not know about these things, so he used the word "not care".
Tang Thirty-Six shook his head and said, "Zhou Tong's strongest technique is called the Great Crimson Gown. It's a technique that leans towards the mind. It's said that it can forcefully enter a cultivator's sea of consciousness."
Chen Chang Sheng and Xuanyuan Po thought of the sea of blood they saw in the courtyard today and felt a chill run down their bodies. Tang Thirty-Six continued, "If the Great Crimson Gown moves, Zhou Tong can very easily crush our seas of consciousness. Of course, he won't do this, but if you want to take revenge for Zhexiu right now, then you'll definitely get a taste of that."
This was a reminder and a warning.
Chen Chang Sheng was somewhat confused, "Since he doesn't dare to kill us, why did he use the Great Crimson Gown in the courtyard today? Just to establish dominance? "
"Zhou Tong is a ruthless and sinister person, but his schemes are outstanding. Logically speaking, he wouldn't do such a meaningless thing."
Tang Thirty-Six also couldn't figure it out. He raised his sword-like eyebrows and said, "At that time, I felt that he wanted to use that sea of blood to shock our Dao hearts and then see something."
"What does he want to see?" Xuan Yuan Po said from the side: "In any case, I'm not afraid, I don't have any secrets."
Chen Chang Sheng was silent, because he had many secrets.
In reality, when he came to the capital from Xining Village, he only had secrets related to his body, but as time passed, he had more and more secrets. For example, the Heavenly Tome Monoliths in the Garden of Zhou. For example, the Black Nightmare Coffin in the Tomb of Zhou. For example, the Halving Blade Style on the coffin. For example … the Garden of Zhou might not have been destroyed. The path to the Garden of Zhou was currently in his sheath.
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Returning to the small building, he took a bath and calmed his mind.
He went to the window and glanced at the sea of stars in the night sky. He sat cross-legged on the floor, closed his eyes, and began to meditate. He prepared to carry out his nightly homework, to draw in starlight for Purification, and then once more attempt to use the image of the black monolith to find the path through the Garden of Zhou.
However, perhaps because he was used to cultivating in the library, or perhaps because the mental shock he had received in Zhou Prison today was too great, he was unexpectedly unable to enter a meditative state.
In the next moment, an extremely faint and serene fragrance wafted into his nose. Only then did he understand that the reason he was unable to meditate was not because of these reasons, but because someone had come.
Mo Yu floated out of the Orthodox Academy's forest, directly to the window, and then floated in.
Under the starlight, her beauty seemed untainted by the mundane world.
She seemed especially familiar with the entire process, as if she had practiced it countless times.
However, she had not expected that tonight, Chen Chang Sheng would be sitting cross-legged on the floor behind the window. As a result, when she floated into the small building and crouched down, she just happened to crouch in front of Chen Chang Sheng.
The distance between the two was very close, their noses almost touching, their eyes staring at each other.
The scene was rather awkward.
Fortunately, Mo Yu's Qi was like an orchid and Chen Chang Sheng was as clean as the sky after the rain, so the two did not feel too angry.
The night breeze blew by, lifting a strand of black hair and landing on Chen Chang Sheng's face. It was somewhat ticklish, causing him to frown.
Mo Yu flew onto the bed, her movements truly seeming especially familiar, as if she had done it countless times.
Chen Chang Sheng knew of her eccentricity, but even now, he still could not understand it, much less accept it.
"You're not planning on sleeping on my bed again, are you?" he asked.
"Can't I? In any case, you won't be on this bed at this time. "
Mo Yu seemed especially confident and confident, but in the light of the starlight, one could faintly see that her face was a little red.
Chen Chang Sheng somewhat helplessly said, "But I'm here at this time, so why did you also come?"
Mo Yu replied, "You're usually cultivating in the library at this time. Who knows what's wrong with your head today, to come back so early."
Chen Chang Sheng felt very innocent, thinking to himself, it's my fault.
Then he thought of Luoluo. He thought about how he and Luoluo rarely had the chance to meet recently, let alone speak. For some reason, he felt rather gloomy.
Mo Yu looked at his expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Zhexiu's injuries are too severe, so he's resting in the library. I was afraid of disturbing him, so I came back early."
Mo Yu looked at him and suddenly creased her brow. "I originally thought that you should be very angry right now."
In truth, she and Chen Chang Sheng had only met a few times, so they couldn't be considered familiar. Before Chen Chang Sheng had left the Mausoleum of Books, the difference in status between the two had been too great. But for some reason, from the moment they met in the Imperial Palace, she realized that Chen Chang Sheng was someone who could very easily provoke her anger. Anger was actually a kind of emotion, so this meant that Chen Chang Sheng could very easily affect her emotions.
This was something that she could not understand.
She also could not understand how Chen Chang Sheng, at the age of sixteen, could control his emotions so well.
Chen Chang Sheng did not answer her question.
Today's encounter in Zhou Prison, mainly Zhexiu's miserable state, would naturally cause problems with his emotions. It was just that when he was young, he had learned a very simple principle from Senior Yu Ren. Later on, in Xunyang City, he had comprehended this principle even more clearly. There were some things that one just needed to silently remember in one's heart. There was no need to show it, only need to do it. Impulsiveness and passion were never synonymous, and calmness did not mean cowardice. Even if everyone thought he was a coward, he would not care, let alone the fact that the person speaking was Mo Yu.
He and Mo Yu were not friends, so he was keenly aware of how terrifying this famed beauty of the Great Zhou Dynasty was, especially after today.
The entire continent knew that Mo Yu and Zhou Tong were the two people the Divine Empress relied on the most. Zhou Tong was so terrifying, so just how lacking could she be?
"Shouldn't you say 'long time no see'?" Mo Yu said.
Carefully thinking about it, after the conclusion of the Grand Examination, they had not met.
But Chen Chang Sheng did not feel the need to say these words, because he had never wanted to meet her in the first place. It was just that she would always appear in front of him.
Chen Chang Sheng did not respond to her three consecutive questions, causing Mo Yu's mood to become rather terrible. Her eyes slightly narrowed, sharp … like the willow leaves outside the palace walls, very beautiful.
"You have a very hostile attitude towards me," she said.
Chen Chang Sheng replied, "You should be well aware of the current situation in the capital."
Mo Yu laughed, then said with a hint of derision, "Do you really think that you have the qualifications to be viewed as an enemy by the Empress?"
Chen Chang Sheng replied, "Even if I had the qualifications, I still wouldn't want to become the Empress's enemy. But it's very obvious that the people on your side do not think this way."
He was naturally referring to the new rules of the All-School Martial Exhibition, the suppression of the Orthodox Academy by the Tianhai clan and the new faction of the Orthodoxy.
Mo Yu's smile faded. "What other people think has nothing to do with what you do."
Chen Chang Sheng replied, "I came to the capital only to cultivate and study. I never thought that I would participate in these major events, but do you think that I can avoid them?"
Mo Yu's voice was slightly cold. "Why can't you avoid them? Just because you are the only successor of the Orthodoxy's orthodox school? "
Of course, this was a very sufficient reason, because people could not deny their school's background and their past. That would be equivalent to denying themselves. But this was definitely not the entire reason, because Chen Chang Sheng had previously cared more about cultivation speed, about defying the heavens and changing fate. Later on, he realized that he had no choice but to care about whether or not Luoluo's meridians could be opened, whether or not Xuanyuan Po's right arm could be cured, whether or not Zhexiu's Tide Rush of Blood could be cured, whether or not Tang Thirty-Six could have a name that satisfied him, and most importantly … whether or not the Orthodox Academy's gate could be preserved.
He had not forgotten the words that Archbishop Mei Li Sha had said to him before his death.
Besides pursuing what one wanted and what one had to obtain, wasn't the so-called process of growth just to shoulder one responsibility after another?
Mo Yu stood up and looked down at him. With an indifferent expression, she said, "The Empress cannot be defeated."
At this moment, she had returned to the powerful personage that could normally make all the officials keep quiet out of fear. Chen Chang Sheng's attitude towards her did not change in the slightest. He thought of the storm that filled Xunyang City, thought of the very calm words that Wang Po had said after Zhu Luo and Guan Xingke had simultaneously appeared, and said, "… I want to try."
It was naturally impossible for him to defeat the Divine Empress. He didn't even need to try.
He just wanted to try, wanted to see if he and the Orthodox Academy could withstand this raging tide.
Mo Yu suddenly lost interest in talking and walked out of the house. Of course, she still habitually treated the window as the front door.
As she walked past him, Chen Chang Sheng suddenly thought of a possibility. Somewhat uncertainly, he asked, "Could it be that when I was in the Mausoleum of Books and the Garden of Zhou, you were always sleeping on my bed?"
Mo Yu was somewhat humiliated and angry. She yelled, "So what?"
Chen Chang Sheng felt very helpless. There was nothing he could do about this matter. It must be known that although he was young, he was still a man. He could not reason with anyone about this matter, and he could not beat her.
"Then …" He hesitated for a while, then finally said, "In the future, remember to frequently bathe. It's best … every time you bathe, you come back."
As soon as these words left his mouth, he knew that they were inappropriate, because they sounded very ambiguous.
Just as expected, Mo Yu's elegant eyebrows shot up, her beautiful face brimming with killing intent. She coldly said, "Do you want to die?"
Chen Chang Sheng knew that he truly should not have done so. He repeatedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Mo Yu's expression softened a little. "If an apology is useful, then you won't kill Zhou Tong in the future?"
Chen Chang Sheng very seriously replied, "Of course not."
Mo Yu said, "That's why they say that words are never as sincere as gifts."
Chen Chang Sheng was stunned. He thought to himself, with your status in the Great Zhou Dynasty, besides a fellow like Tang Thirty-Six, who would dare say that they're richer than you? What can I give you?
"I hear that you have a Yue Maiden Sword?"
Mo Yu sweetly smiled at him. "Don't you think this is a coincidence? When I was little, the Empress just happened to teach me this sword style. "
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