(Students, today, the Q&A we talked about a few days ago has finally been published on the official WeChat account. It involves the plot and many gossip. The number of words is truly too many, more than ten thousand, so it will be published over the next few days. I welcome everyone to read it. Then, because of a small error in operation, the official WeChat account opened for praise. Just now, I saw that quite a few friends had already praised it and spent money. Everyone, please don't do this. Black is ashamed. The money I received for praise will be donated in a few days. When the time comes, I will report to everyone. I'm not being pretentious, but I feel that Q&A is an exchange between me and you, not a way to earn money. In the future, if I write an article on the official account, I will calmly ask for money from everyone. The title of the chapter is' Big Cuckoo Chicken '. In the end, I hope that I can say in a very inconspicuous manner:' Today's chapter is not enough for two thousand words, and there will be no updates tomorrow. ')
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A cold wind blew and a light snow drifted.
Daoist Wu's face was full of resentment and his body was covered in blood. He sat cross-legged on the cold ground, constantly cursing at the sky.
But he did not dare to move, not even lower his head, because the coldness around his neck was growing stronger and stronger.
It was not because a snowflake had fallen into his collar.
It was because An Hua was staring at his neck from behind, a sharp dagger in her hand.
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Wang Zhice stared into Chen Changsheng's eyes, his brows slightly arched as his gaze became extremely sharp.
When he saw Chen Changsheng appear in the Mausoleum of Books, he knew that Daoist Wu had failed.
He did not care, thinking that with Daoist Wu's seniority and reputation, the Li Palace might imprison Daoist Wu, but they probably would not humiliate him.
He had never imagined that Chen Changsheng would use Daoist Wu's life to threaten him.
One could imagine that Daoist Wu was in an extremely terrible situation.
Wang Zhice was rather unfamiliar with this feeling.
It had been many years since anyone had dared to think about him.
Both good and bad.
Back then, Shang Xingzhou had entered the estates of the Lingyan Pavilion, but he had never thought about him.
Or else history might have taken a completely different shape.
Let alone threaten him.
He calmly gazed at Chen Changsheng, saying nothing.
He was the most famous scholar in the last one thousand years, but he was definitely not a scholar without the strength to truss a chicken, and he certainly had nothing to do with the word 'weak'.
In the past, he had led the allied army of humans and demi-humans from Tianliang County all the way to Xuelao City, leaving a trail of blood and a trail of corpses.
When it came to killing people, even if all the people in the Mausoleum of Books added together, he would not have killed as many people.
His eyes were like an abyss, but there were also raging flames.
Chen Chang Sheng, however, wasn't afraid at all. He calmly looked at him and didn't have any intention of retracting his words.
With a light sound, the remaining snow danced in the air.
Xu Yourong's right hand lightly rested on the hilt of the temple sword, her pure white wings slowly moving.
Gou Hanshi's group and the three elders of Mount Li's Sword Hall said nothing. They took out their swords and prepared to charge.
Wang Po no longer crossed his arms. His left hand gripped the scabbard, ready to draw his saber at any moment.
When that blade that had once severed the Luo River was unsheathed once more, could that river outside the Mausoleum of Books still continue to flow?
The elders of Gentle Stream Temple, Three Suns Sect, and a few other southern sects struggled for a moment before finally raising the weapons in their hands again.
The expressions of those from the imperial court turned ugly.
Was he going to draw his sword at the slightest disagreement?
After all, this was Wang Zhice!
This was Wang Po's Way of the Blade.
Mount Li's Way of the Sword.
And also Chen Chang Sheng's Way.
Straight.
If Wang Zhice did not agree to Chen Chang Sheng's proposal, Daoist Wu would die.
It was that simple, that unyielding.
The several princes of the Chen clan subconsciously turned to the Prince of Xiang.
As the strongest member of the Imperial clan, his attitude was extremely important, enough to influence the direction of the imperial court and the military.
Prince Chen Liu had already fallen into the hands of the Li Palace.
If the two sides really did tear into each other, would Prince Chen Liu still be alive?
But when they looked over, they realized that the Prince of Xiang had at some point closed his eyes again.
Was this because what the eye doesn't see, the heart doesn't grieve, or was he thinking about what to do if the Li Palace used his son's life to threaten him?
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"Several hundred years later, when you look back on the past, you will realize that today, you have begun to become the type of person you once loathed the most …"
Wang Zhice's eyes regained their calm as he said to Chen Chang Sheng, "You might feel an unimaginable regret."
Chen Chang Sheng recalled his conversation with Tang Thirty-Six.
Those conversations had taken place on the great banyan tree, by the lake, by the Wenshui.
The setting sun shone on the surface of the lake, sliced into millions of golden leaves, rich and somewhat tiresome.
The fat carp, because it had eaten too much, began to slowly sink into the mud at the bottom of the lake.
"I won't become the type of person you are."
He said to Wang Zhice.
Wang Zhice asked, "Why?"
Chen Chang Sheng replied, "Because I don't want to become the type of person you are."
Because there was no inherent logical connection, so there was naturally no reason.
Wang Zhice shook his head. "That is an unreasonable statement."
Chen Chang Sheng looked at him and seriously asked, "Have you ever reasoned with me?"
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The grass by the lake was somewhat withered and yellow, still without green leaves.
The bits of paper that fell on it were blown about by the wind.
The teachers and students hurriedly left, inevitably leaving behind a mess.
The current Orthodox Academy was just as cold and cheerless as the Li Palace.
It was also like returning to the past twenty-some years, like a graveyard.
It was extremely suitable for the ensuing battle.
No matter who died in the end, they would not mind being buried here.
Whether it was a teacher or a student, they had all once been principals of this place, certain to leave an indelible mark on the history of the Orthodox Academy.
Tang Thirty Six stood by the lake, thinking about these trivial matters.
At the beginning of spring, the lake should have already thawed, but because of the sudden drop in temperature today, a thin layer of ice once again formed on the surface of the lake.
The fish had sunk to the deepest part of the lake. Although there was rotten mud everywhere, it was somewhat warmer.
Su Mo Yu confirmed that all the teachers and students had already evacuated and came to the lake.
He worriedly asked, "Are you sure he can succeed?"
"I don't know."
Tang Thirty Six looked at the lake and said, "But I'm sure he won't be happy."
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Wang Zhice said nothing more.
Because he could not answer Chen Chang Sheng's question.
Then it could also be understood that he could not win against Chen Chang Sheng.
He was well-versed in the Daoist Canon, knowledgeable, wise, and eloquent, but today, when facing Chen Chang Sheng, he was speechless again and again.
Because Chen Chang Sheng wasn't arguing with him, nor was he reasoning with him.
What he said was the truth.
I have the facts, I have the reasoning.
Using Tang Thirty Six's evaluation, he was a person who lived a very pure life.
Xu You Rong's words were simpler and more accurate.
— — Chen Chang Sheng was a real person.
This was why she liked him.
When Wang Zhice fell silent, she raised her right hand.
The sword Qi retracted, the awe-inspiring intent returning to the forest.
The South Stream Temple sword array dispersed.
Shang Xingzhou appeared before the crowd.
Before Chen Chang Sheng's eyes. (To be continued.)
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