Qiushan Jun's face was very pale, but it was different from the paleness caused by excessive blood loss and heavy injuries. It was more haggard, more downcast.
In the span of half a night, he had experienced something that made him seem much older.
Gou Hanshi could see it clearly and knew why. His emotions were very complex: sympathy, and then displeasure.
The sympathy was for Eldest Brother, and the displeasure was for Xu You Rong.
He knew that this matter was not Xu You Rong's fault, it was just that there was a difference of closeness and distance, and he could not understand why the matter had developed to this stage.
Even though he had studied the Daoist Canon since childhood, he still could not understand these matters.
After some time, Qiushan Jun suddenly said, "In a few days, Junior Sister will return to the capital. If you have nothing to do, accompany her."
Gou Hanshi was somewhat confused and asked, "What's wrong?"
Qiushan Jun looked at the starlight outside the dwelling and said, "Martial Granduncle … might leave with the Holy Maiden. Where the south will go from here on out will depend on the movements in the capital."
Gou Hanshi was very shocked at these words. After a long time, he calmed down and asked, "Why is Junior Sister returning to the capital? Does she really want to personally annul that engagement? "
Qiushan Jun shook his head. "That matter is not important. On the contrary, I am mainly worried about her battle with Chen Changsheng."
Gou Hanshi was even more confused, thinking, why does Martial Granduncle, Master, and Senior all insist that Junior Sister You Rong will definitely battle with Chen Changsheng after returning to the capital?
"With the confluence of the north and south before us, neither the Divine Empress nor His Holiness is willing to raise too much of a storm at this time. In other words, the two Saints will definitely maintain their silence. The struggle for the imperial throne is still below the surface. The Orthodoxy's new rules, the All-School Martial Exhibition … what the Tianhai clan and those two archbishops are doing is actually very similar to what the Pope and Archbishop Mei Li Sha are doing. It is to build momentum for the final battle."
Qiushan Jun looked at him and calmly said, "From the Ivy Festival to the Grand Examination, and then to the Mausoleum of Books, Chen Changsheng walked on the starlight. First he defeated you, then he defeated fate. And this time, if he can continue to win, when his momentum and reputation are at their peak, Junior Sister You Rong will return to the capital from the south and defeat him in one fell swoop. In the future, who would dare lightly challenge the Divine Empress's dignity?"
Then, he frowned slightly and said, "But this is too cruel."
Gou Hanshi understood what he meant by 'cruel'. He shook his head and said, "What did Junior Sister say before?"
Qiushan Jun very calmly recounted what Xu Yourong had said before, such as how she had fallen in love with a disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect who was possibly already dead.
Gou Hanshi thought that this was also a kind of cruelty. After a long period of silence, he asked, "Could it be that this is it?"
Qiushan Jun was silent for a long time, then said: "The dead cannot be defeated."
Gou Hanshi didn't know what to say, muttering, "This isn't right."
"Who's wrong? Junior sister? "Qiushan Jun looked at him and said with a slight smile," Why do you think Zhou Dufu's blade can't be blocked? "
Gou Hanshi answered, "Because it's fast."
Qiushan Jun smiled and said, "Because sometimes, making a clean break … is truly merciful."
The Intellectual Sword could sever the threads of love, and so could the saber.
He said it with a smile, and then coughed.
He coughed painfully. It was so painful that he was a little sad. There were blood stains on his clothes.
How could it be easily severed by swords and sabers? Love started without knowing where it started and ran deep.
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Chen Chang Sheng did not know that this storm in the capital was to build momentum. The so-called new rule would ultimately fall between him and Xu Yourong. Similarly, the wariness and hostility of the Tianhai clan and the Orthodoxy's new faction, as well as those noble clans and sects in the distant south, towards the Orthodoxy's old faction and the Imperial clan, all fell on him and the Orthodox Academy.
At five in the morning, he woke up punctually, calmed his mind, and opened his eyes. He got up, dressed, and washed his face.
Rain fell outside the window, but the summer wind did not grow any colder. The sounds coming from the distant gate of the courtyard did not grow any quieter. He was already used to hearing all sorts of noise and news when he woke up. He was not as anxious as he was at first, very calmly doing what he was doing. He went to the kitchen across the lake to eat two bowls of millet porridge, two steamed buns made of sorghum flour, and two thin slices of Red River Ham. He also took the chance to look for the Mountain Sea Sword hidden in the pile of firewood, and only then did he return to the library.
Yesterday, when he returned from Zhou Prison, he realized that the pergolas on the street had not been torn down. He and Tang Thirty-Six had guessed that the so-called All-School Martial Exhibition could not possibly end with Zhou Ziheng's heavy injuries. Surpassing cultivation levels to defeat a Star Condensation cultivator was truly a matter that could shake the entire continent, but compared to the Tianhai clan's overwhelming power and arrogance, what did it count for?
Especially since the Li Palace had maintained its silence.
The Li Palace's silence did not mean that the Orthodoxy's old faction and the Pope truly did not care about the Orthodox Academy. From a few days ago until now, there had always been many Li Palace priests and Orthodoxy cavalry standing guard around the Orthodox Academy. Although they could not stop the noise, they ensured the area's safety.
A Li Palace priest surnamed Lu hurried into the academy and stopped Chen Changsheng before he could enter the library. He first respectfully bowed, then offered a letter with both hands.
The letter sent to the Orthodox Academy at this time was naturally a letter of challenge.
Chen Changsheng returned the bow to Priest Lu, thanking him for the hard work he had put in these past few days, but he did not take the letter of challenge. He indicated that the priest should go to the small building to find Tang Thirty-Six, and also told him to tell Tang Thirty-Six to wake up early to eat. It didn't matter if the millet porridge was cold, but if he woke up a little later, the entire basin of Red River Ham would truly be eaten by Xuanyuan Po alone.
Entering the library, he first examined Zhexiu's condition, then took out the medicine that Luoluo had Guardian Jin deliver last night. He then untied his golden needle and dipped it into the green juice made from a medicinal herb that Tang Thirty-Six had stolen from the Hundred Herb Garden last night. He then pierced it into the space between Zhexiu's eyebrows and slowly twisted it, continuing to treat his injuries.
After an unknown amount of time, the dual effects of the Li Palace's precious medicine and the Hundred Herb Garden's medicinal juice, under the urging of the golden needle, completely entered Zhexiu's meridians and then dispersed throughout his body.
After finishing this, Chen Changsheng felt somewhat tired and his body was also somewhat hot, but he did not sweat like he did yesterday.
Removing the poison in Zhexiu's body was not a difficult matter, but what he had been most worried about was Nanke's Peacock Plume poison. He did not know whether it was because a cardinal of the Li Palace had personally used the Sacred Light technique or because the poison in Zhou Prison had clashed with it, but it had already become extremely weak, completely inconsistent with the amount of poison Zhexiu had mentioned.
Currently, he was most worried about the problem with Zhexiu's meridians.
The door to the library creaked and Xuan Yuan Po walked in, asking: "What do I learn today?"
The Orthodox Academy currently did not have an instructor, so if Xuan Yuan Po wanted to learn something, he could only ask him. Chen Changsheng had experience in this aspect. He had taught students in the Orthodox Academy before, so he knew many demi-human cultivation methods and had a deep understanding of the demi-human's special body structure and meridians. Moreover, after the Grand Examination, he had treated Zhexiu's illness many times, so he now had even more confidence in the demi-human cultivation methods.
He took out a book that he had already prepared and handed it over, saying: "From today onwards, you will learn the Heavenly Thunder Bringer."
The Heavenly Thunder Bringer was not a commonly seen cultivation method, to be precise, it was a scripture within the Orthodoxy's ancient records. It was said that when this scripture was cultivated to its peak, one could possess boundless strength, one's fist could call the wind, one's fist could call the rain, one could be like a demonic god, and could even call upon heavenly thunder to annihilate an incomparably powerful foe.
But it was often said to be a legend, no one could understand how to cultivate this scripture, so naturally, no one had ever successfully cultivated it.
Xuan Yuan Po was a simple and honest bear tribe youth, but that didn't mean he was stupid, especially after staying in the Orthodox Academy for so many days and being forced to read so many books by Chen Changsheng, his mind had long been opened and his knowledge had gradually broadened. Looking at the scripture in his hand, he said sadly: "Are you kidding me? Or do you think I will become a priest that calls for rain in the future? "
Currently, the Heavenly Thunder Bringer most often appeared when praying for rain, the priests would lead the masses in reciting it, but who had ever seen the altar light up after reading this scripture, followed by the gathering of wind and clouds, thunder and lightning, followed by a torrential downpour? Even if this scripture was real, Xuan Yuan Po was a youth that was willing to struggle his entire life to become a Divine General of the demi-human race, why would he be willing to become a Taoist priest that could call for wind and rain?
Chen Changsheng didn't explain, he used his position as principal, his dignity as a grandmaster, and most importantly, Luo Luo's request as well as the ownership of the Mountain Sea Sword to successfully suppress the first possible case of truancy since the reopening of the Orthodox Academy.
Xuan Yuan Po panted heavily, he angrily and unwillingly walked to the window, facing the sunlight and began to cultivate.
Although the area outside the Orthodox Academy's gate gradually grew quiet, it didn't mean that the situation had calmed down.
The All-School Martial Exhibition was a simple term, but it involved the Orthodoxy's training of cultivators and, more importantly, the war between humans and demons, so it obviously had a set of rules and regulations.
Chen Changsheng didn't care about these things, after confirming that Zhexiu had fallen asleep again and that Xuan Yuan Po had truly begun to earnestly read the scripture, he also began to meditate and cultivate. Last night, in the illusion of the black monolith, he had caught a glimpse of the scenes in the Garden of Zhou. This allowed him to see hope, which made him even more anxious.
As for the matters outside the academy gate … naturally, Tang Thirty-Six would be responsible for handling them. Chen Changsheng and Xuan Yuan Po didn't have this ability, and even if Zhexiu wasn't injured, he only knew how to fight and kill. As a result, Chen Changsheng and Xuan Yuan Po had always been waiting for Tang Thirty-Six to come out of the Mausoleum of Books, and Tang Thirty-Six had lived up to their expectations. On the first day of his return, he had sent Tianhai Ya 'er flying with a kick and cursed Zhou Ziheng silly.
What would he do today?
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Tang Thirty-Six was chewing on a small portion of a steamed bun made of sorghum flour. Within the steamed bun was the last piece of Red River Ham that he could find in the kitchen. He took the letter of challenge from the Li Palace priest surnamed Lu, and without even looking at it, he directly walked out of the academy gate.
Two groups of Orthodoxy cavalry stood in the drizzling rain, surrounded by a dense crowd. When they saw that the gate of the Orthodox Academy had been pushed open, the crowd exploded into a loud clamor. He was given a fright and the steamed bun in his mouth almost fell into the rainwater. He mumbled, "What's going on?"
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(Qiushan Jun is good, Tang Thirty-Six is good.)
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