Earlier, Xu Yourong had said that Wang Zhice was senile.
At the time, her words had caused an uproar both inside and outside the Mausoleum of Books. Even those southern cultivators who had followed her were somewhat dissatisfied.
Now that she had said these words again, it was quiet both inside and outside the Mausoleum of Books.
The situation had undergone a massive change. Everyone could hear that she was cooperating with Chen Changsheng.
After Chen Changsheng appeared, Wang Zhice did not speak to him, but first reminisced about old times with Zhusha.
That 'long time no see' contained far too many meanings.
If it was a fixed momentum, it was as lofty as Mount Han.
If it was a psychological attack, there was simply no way to follow.
Anyone would find it very difficult to deal with this sort of move.
The method Chen Changsheng had chosen was to cut off the source.
He stood in front of the black-clothed girl and told Wang Zhice that was not her name.
He could call her Hongzhuang, he could call her Zhizhi, or even that dragon name that had several thousand syllables in human language.
In short, she was not called Zhusha.
Even if she had once called him by this name.
Because the present was no longer the past.
She was no longer under New North Bridge, but at his side.
All was quiet inside and outside the Mausoleum of Books.
If one said that Xu Yourong was not very polite to Wang Zhice, it would not clash too much with the impression she had left on the world over the past ten-some years.
Chen Changsheng's unyielding attitude towards Wang Zhice had taken many people by surprise.
Why?
In Mount Han, Chen Changsheng had seen Wang Zhice treading on clouds like he was a cultivator seeing the true starry sky for the first time.
Like the vast majority of people in the world, he viewed Wang Zhice as his idol.
Today, Wang Zhice stood across from him and Xu Yourong, but his respect for this legend had not lessened.
Until Wang Zhice said those words.
The little Black Dragon began to feel fear.
Seeing her pale face, seeing the smile on Wang Zhice's face, Chen Changsheng suddenly felt very angry.
He found it impossible to accurately describe what sort of emotion this was, but he began to feel angry.
In an extremely brief period of time, the reverence in his heart had greatly diminished and he had also calmed down.
As for Xu Yourong, it was obvious from her attitude towards Wang Zhice that she respected nothing but the Great Dao.
Just like this, the pressure that Wang Zhice had created with a single sentence had been resisted by Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong in two sentences.
Wang Zhice faintly smiled and prepared to say something.
Chen Chang Sheng, however, looked elsewhere.
The words that Wang Zhice wanted to say could not come out.
His expression became solemn.
Chen Chang Sheng didn't look at his master, but at Xu You Rong.
They quietly looked at each other and understood each other's intentions.
This was because their minds were naturally connected, like a rainbow connecting the two places.
His sword was like a rainbow.
On Holy Maiden Peak, when their two swords joined together, a rainbow had appeared between them.
Chen Chang Sheng said, "I know you have been to the Herb Garden, I have also been there."
Xu Yourong said, "When I was little, the Empress once taught me that when encountering a major event, one must be calm. I just want to go and calm down."
Chen Chang Sheng said, "I don't want to be like my master, and I don't want you to be like the Queen."
At these words, Wang Zhice and the disciples of South Stream Temple turned to Shang Xingzhou within the sword array.
Shang Xingzhou looked at the gloomy sky with an indifferent expression. No one knew what he was thinking, nor did he pay attention to the people in the hall.
Xu Yourong replied, "Have you ever thought that perhaps I just want to become like the Empress?"
Chen Chang Sheng seriously replied, "No, because I know that you don't like that sort of life."
He knew that she liked to stand on cliffs, admire the snow, listen to the rain, gather herbs, and read.
Xu Yourong faintly smiled and sighed. "I know that you also don't like to live this sort of life."
She knew that from his childhood, he had become accustomed to guarding the temple, sweeping the snow, sheltering the rain, taking medicine, and reading.
As for scheming, scheming, scheming, cheating, callous slaughter, and calm threats …
None of them liked doing these things, but the situation was like this, so they had to do it.
Moreover, they understood each other too well. They knew that the other did not like it, so they did not want the other to do it, so they wanted to do it themselves.
Xu Yourong attacked first, Chen Chang Sheng followed.
A sword to the east, a sword to the west.
The sword was unintentional, but it was intentional.
They had not deliberately cooperated, but in the end, they still walked together.
Only when two swords truly joined together could they have this sort of tacit understanding, giving off a feeling like it was made by the heavens.
Xu Yourong trapped Shang Xingzhou in the Mausoleum of Books and held back those princes.
Chen Chang Sheng brought the strength of the Li Palace and swept through the surroundings like a flood.
The final result was perfect.
The Orthodoxy's conservative faction had been purged and the capital was under their control. With a decree from the palace, Shang Xingzhou might truly be defeated.
Xu Yourong did not need to become the second Tianhai Divine Empress, and Chen Chang Sheng did not need to go against his will and go on a killing spree.
If Wang Zhice had not appeared.
Chen Chang Sheng turned to Wang Zhice and said, "I have always hoped that I would not see Sir here."
Wang Zhice replied, "I also hoped that I would not see Sir here."
Chen Chang Sheng replied, "I am the Pope, so there is no reason for me not to appear. And Sir?"
Wang Zhice replied, "For the sake of all the people of the world, I had no choice but to come."
Chen Chang Sheng believed these words.
He had met the Tang Old Master in Wenshui City and knew the true thoughts of these elders.
These elders of Taizong's era were all true idealists. For the sake of their so-called goals and righteousness, for the sake of all the people of the world, these people were willing to sacrifice many things, like the little Black Dragon, their reputation, the lives of countless people, and even more important things.
Chen Chang Sheng very much wanted to say that this was wrong, but he knew that saying this would be meaningless.
He said to Wang Zhice, "It seems like we at least have a common understanding: all the people of the world are the most important matter."
Wang Zhice replied, "Yes, even though the people of the world might not know it."
Chen Chang Sheng said, "So for the sake of all the people of the world not suffering the calamity of war, not suffering the pain of being homeless and homeless, Sir has come from such a distant place to advise us to retreat."
Wang Zhice agreed, "Correct."
Chen Chang Sheng asked, "Then why aren't you the ones retreating?"
This was a very good question.
Shang Xingzhou gazed at the distant sky, a smile that was difficult to understand appearing on his face.
Wang Zhice had a pensive look on his face.
If one said that leading the Human race forward required a valiant will and daring, as well as an outstanding ability to carry out tasks.
What Xu Yourong and Chen Chang Sheng had done today had already proved that they could become outstanding leaders.
Shang Xingzhou had to admit this point, and Wang Zhice had to admit this point as well.
The current danger came from the confrontation between the two sides.
The slightest carelessness could lead to three months of continuous war and the destruction of the Human race's advantageous situation.
The princes and the experts of the Imperial Court had all entered the Mausoleum of Books.
The experts of the sects of the south had also walked out of the forest.
Wang Po had also come, hugging his blade as he stood in the distance.
Several voices, some tough and some angry, rose up.
Chen Chang Sheng was not seriously listening, but a few words had still drifted into his ears.
There was no retreat. If he retreated, only death awaited him.
Thus, Chen Chang Sheng asked another question.
In the years to come, this question would become extremely famous.
"If all the people of the world are so important, why can't all of you die for them?"
His expression was extremely serious, his eyes bright and clean, like a mirror.
Because he was not mocking them, nor was he angrily criticizing them. He truly could not understand.
Wang Zhice looked into his eyes and suddenly realized that he could not answer this question. (To be continued.)
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