Chen Changsheng's gasps became extremely gentle, and the intervals between them became extremely long. However, they did not completely disappear, appearing extremely natural.
They were like the stones in a stream and the fish swimming around them. There was movement, but it did not attract anyone's attention.
He even had the mood to glance at the sky outside the temple.
The sky was azure, painted with a few wispy clouds. It was very beautiful.
There was a black dot at the edge of the clouds, probably the gray vulture in charge of surveillance.
According to his orders, countless monsters hid in the sea of grass, not approaching the White Grass Path.
He knew how powerful and terrifying his master was. If he let the monsters attack, even if he could buy himself some time and obtain some benefits, the monsters would inevitably pay an enormous price. Perhaps even the entire sea of grass would be dyed red. And just as he had said to the people of the Mausoleum of Books, since it was a matter between master and disciple, it should be resolved between master and disciple. There was no need to involve the entire world.
Shang Xingzhou had agreed to his request and taken back everything he had bestowed upon him.
He had even said that his talent was inferior to Chen Changsheng's, so he had to add ten years.
He was very calm, and very calm.
Master and disciple would fight based on their own ability. This was true fairness.
But there were some things that Chen Changsheng did not understand.
He had a stainless body, his Purification and Ethereal Opening were both perfect, and when he was at Star Condensation, all one hundred and eight Qi openings had been opened. Even if he lacked the tempering of time, the resources and experience of fighting experts, why was the gap between him and his master so great?
This had nothing to do with modesty or self-confidence, and it had nothing to do with emotions.
In terms of reason and logic, he found it impossible to accept this fact.
Shang Xingzhou's palm technique was very profound, but what about that power?
Just what was that power that could faintly break through the limits of the laws beneath the domain?
Chen Changsheng looked at the sky outside the temple and thought about this matter.
The sun that slowly revolved around the Plains of the Unsetting Sun appeared in that sky, barging into his field of vision.
That red sun was not dazzling, and it had no real temperature.
The sun in the Garden of Zhou was fake.
In the outside world, there was a real sun.
That sun had an unimaginable amount of heat and emitted an endless radiance.
Chen Changsheng suddenly understood.
Shang Xingzhou cultivated the myriad Daoist techniques, but the foundation of his true essence was not the orthodox Orthodoxy's star radiance entering the body, but the Blazing Sun Style!
But wasn't that something only the Chen Imperial clan could cultivate?
Suddenly, the black hair on Chen Chang Sheng's temples slightly curled up.
The surrounding temperature rose sharply, and a pale blue flame appeared at the edge of the incense table.
It was as if a real sun had appeared in this broken temple!
Without hesitation, Chen Chang Sheng struck backwards with his left hand, at the same time, his feet pushed against the statue of God, breaking through the back wall of the ruined temple.
With a boom, he turned into a blur and disappeared into the sea of grass on both sides of the White Grass Path.
The ruined temple began to burn.
Shang Xingzhou walked out of the sea of fire and looked in the direction where he disappeared with a thoughtful expression on his face.
At the most crucial moment, he and Chen Chang Sheng once again exchanged a palm strike.
The situation this time was completely different from the previous two times.
He didn't take too much of an advantage.
This fact made him feel a little strange, followed by some faint anxiety.
The run-down temple in the sea of fire crackled.
The crisp sound of the collision still lingered in the air.
It was like children playing games with stone beads.
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The keys clanged against each other.
Eunuch Lin closed the door and turned to look at the emperor's figure. There was a helpless and nervous expression on his face.
Yuren leaned on his walking stick, pushed aside the ivy, and entered the Hundred Herb Garden.
This was the first time in three years that he had left the Imperial Palace.
There was already someone in the Hundred Herb Garden.
Her white dress fluttering in the wind was Xu Yourong.
Wang Zhice was guarding the Orthodox Academy, so no one could enter.
The person most worried about Chen Chang Sheng was naturally closest to the Orthodox Academy, ready to rescue him at any moment.
The Hundred Herb Garden and the Orthodox Academy were only separated by a single wall.
As he looked at Xu Yourong, Eunuch Lin recalled her long conversation with His Majesty. As he thought of the events of the last few days, his eyes revealed a hint of resentment.
Yuren faintly smiled at her and indicated that she should sit.
There were not many green buds in the chilly forest.
The stone table and stool were rather cold.
Xu Yourong said, "The Empress is buried here."
Yuren calmly gazed at the grass, saying nothing.
Xu Yourong suddenly said, "When the two characters' Yuren 'are combined, it becomes' Xu '."
Yuren's name had not been given by Emperor Xian, nor had it been given by the Divine Empress, but by Shang Xingzhou.
This was something she had only recently thought of, because it was only recently that she had begun to think about the details of that engagement.
The Grand Minister and Shang Xingzhou had not specified who she was to marry. It was fine as long as it was Shang Xingzhou's disciple.
From Yuren's name, it was highly likely that Shang Xingzhou had chosen him at the very beginning.
Yuren did not deny it.
In Xining Village's old temple, he had refused this engagement, so his master had chosen Chen Chang Sheng.
Xu Yourong asked, "Why?"
To have a wife who was the reincarnation of a true Phoenix was of enormous benefit to the imperial throne.
And at the time, she had already caught the eye of the Holy Maiden of the south.
Yuren pointed at his own eyes, and then at the walking stick by the stone table.
Xu Yourong said, "Your Majesty, your way of thinking is wrong."
Yuren gestured, "But you cannot appoint a marriage, or else what if the other party is dissatisfied and wants to cancel the engagement?"
Xu Yourong coldly replied, "Just like everything else, everything that you do not want will be his turn."
This was her greatest dissatisfaction with Xining Village's old temple.
The more she cared about Chen Chang Sheng, the more dissatisfied she became.
Every time she thought about his life all these years, she felt pity for him.
An apologetic look appeared on Yuren's face.
"If you really feel sorry for him, you'd better show it quickly."
Xu Yourong looked at him and said indifferently, "Otherwise, if he dies today, no matter how badly you cry, I can only think of it as hypocrisy."
Yuren was rather confused.
At this time, Shang Xingzhou and Chen Changsheng were in the Garden of Zhou.
The only way to enter the Garden of Zhou was through the black stone.
The black stone was in Wang Zhice's hands.
In order to ensure the fairness of this battle, Wang Zhice would not allow anyone to enter the Garden of Zhou.
Unless Shang Xingzhou and Chen Chang Sheng came out on their own.
Even if they wanted to help Chen Chang Sheng, how could they do it?
"The Heavenly Tome Monoliths are passages. When Zhou Dufu broke the monoliths, he directly turned the Mausoleum of Books into thirteen mausoleums. Afterwards, he placed these Heavenly Tome Monoliths in the Garden of Zhou. I wonder if these Heavenly Tome Monoliths have the same effect as that monolith. "
Xu Yourong removed a string of stone pearls from her wrist and placed it in front of Yuren.
Yuren was flabbergasted at the sight of the five stone pearls.
In their conversation that night in the palace, he knew that Xu Yourong was very fond of his junior brother.
But only now did he realize that his junior brother was also very fond of her.
The gaze with which Yuren looked at her suddenly became even gentler.
He took out a box from his sleeve and placed it in front of Xu Yourong.
Xu Yourong opened the box and realized that it was filled with sugared plums.
She was rather confused, but she still picked one up and placed it in her mouth.
It was a little sour and a little sweet.
Was this kindness or a promise? (To be continued …)
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