(The title of the chapter has nothing to do with Thirty-Six, nor does it have anything to do with the famous screenwriter. It's purely for fun, and I truly feel that Chen Changsheng and Tang Tang are very 6 …)
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The Orthodox Academy had a long history, even earlier than the Great Zhou had been founded. Countless great trees had grown here, some of them even over a thousand years old.
Quite a few ancient trees had been destroyed in that bloody incident twenty years ago, but even more had survived. This was especially true of the forest near the Imperial Palace, where its branches and leaves were even more luxuriant and serene. When he had first entered the Orthodox Academy, Chen Changsheng had noticed this forest. Later on, he had spent countless mornings here, practiced the sword countless times.
He knew that these trees were very hard, and their stubble was naturally very hard as well, but he still found it rather strange.
That object was very hard, but its edge was not sharp. Rather, it was rather smooth, as if it had been polished.
He turned his head and saw that where the tree had been cut off, there was a hole about a foot deep.
The leaves obscured the already gloomy light, and the hole was covered in snow and dust, making it very difficult to see what was inside.
Then before it had been cut off, this place had presumably been a tree hole.
The object that his right hand had touched was in this hole.
In other words, that object had always been stuck in this tree hole.
Chen Changsheng had not been able to confirm what that object was.
Shang Xingzhou's sword had arrived.
The Daoist sword of the Monastery of Eternal Spring, imbued with the purest yet most ungentle aura, cut through the cold wind and descended upon his chest.
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While Shang Xingzhou was walking towards Chen Changsheng, Xu Yourong was also walking towards the Orthodox Academy.
Wang Zhice once more pointed through the air.
The gentle breeze by the lake was unruffled, and there was no shrill cry. It was like nothing had happened.
But in reality, an invisible barrier had once more appeared between the Orthodox Academy and the Hundred Herb Garden.
At this moment, Xu Yourong made a very strange action.
She raised her left hand and lightly pointed at the air.
Pop.
There was a light sound.
It was like the most fragile of blisters had been pierced by the softest of hairs.
The invisible barrier vanished without a trace.
Xu Yourong had finally stepped into the Orthodox Academy.
Her face was snow-white and an extremely thin stain of blood had appeared at the corner of her lips.
Wang Zhice had not used a finger technique, but the Star Seizing Hand he had created while studying in his old residence in Donglin Lane.
He did not expect Xu Yourong to be able to withstand this move. This made him a little surprised.
What shocked him even more was that upon arriving at the Orthodox Academy, Xu Yourong did not even glance at him. Instead, she looked at the master and disciple in the forest.
A cool breeze blew, causing his white robes to flutter. The Tong Bow was in his hand, the Wu Arrow nocked to the string, ready to fire at any time.
The situation became extremely tense.
She was prepared to use the Wu Arrow to stop Shang Xingzhou. Could it be that Wang Zhice would not stop her? Or did she believe that someone would stop Wang Zhice?
Who was that person?
Naturally, it couldn't be Tang Thirty-Six.
Under Wang Zhice's control, he had already become a statue by the lake.
Because he couldn't turn his head, he couldn't see what was happening in the forest. He could only look at the lake and the sky.
It was no longer snowing, but the clouds had yet to disperse. They covered the sky and made the capital seem especially gloomy.
In the beginning, he was complaining and shouting that God was blind.
At this moment, he was only praying for Chen Chang Sheng, hoping that the heavens would quickly open their eyes.
Suddenly, a clear cry came from the forest.
His eyes suddenly lit up.
A hole appeared in the clouds.
The light of the heavens poured down like a waterfall, beautiful to the extreme.
Tang Thirty-Six thought in shock, could it really be that person who opened their eyes?
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The body of a dragon, like a black mountain range, slowly rose and fell behind the clouds, stirring up countless strong winds.
After the little Black Dragon left the Orthodox Academy, she did not go far. Instead, she stealthily approached this place, ready to break through the clouds and descend at any moment.
If Chen Chang Sheng really did encounter danger, she didn't care about the rules of the match. As for that referee … she had long ago wanted to fight him to the death.
The sea of clouds suddenly roiled, tearing a crack in the sky.
She looked at the ground in astonishment.
She saw the streets of the capital, the Mausoleum of Books, the Imperial Palace.
Finally, she saw the Orthodox Academy.
Where the Orthodox Academy and the Imperial Palace met was a gloomy forest.
That forest suddenly brightened.
It was not because of the heavenly light pouring down from the sky, but because of a sword glow.
Ten-some broken trees were arranged in a straight line, pointing into the deepest part of the forest.
The broken tree that had once existed there had already vanished, transformed into countless pieces of bark and wood that quietly floated in the air.
Floating along with these pieces of bark and wood was the light snow that had begun to fall this morning and the lake water that had fallen like a torrential rain not too long ago.
There were two figures in this strange scene.
Shang Xingzhou stood in front of Chen Chang Sheng, looking down from above, his Dao sword already swinging down.
Chen Chang Sheng did not die, because a sword had appeared in his hand.
It was precisely this sword that had blocked Shang Xingzhou's sword.
Chen Chang Sheng was still using the Stupid Sword.
This sword style was considered by Su Li to be the number one defensive sword style in the world, and it had saved Chen Chang Sheng's life countless times.
Just now in the Garden of Zhou, Chen Chang Sheng had relied on this sword style to escape from death many times.
But this time, Chen Chang Sheng was not sent flying.
His left foot sank deep into the ground, so stable that it seemed to have grown roots.
This was a sword style in the first place. Only by using the sword could one truly display its subtlety and power!
The question was, where had this sword come from?
No one had the time to ponder this question.
A clear whistle resounded through the forest.
Shang Xingzhou's Daoist sleeve drifted, the Dao sword rising and then falling.
The wind and snow rose with it.
Shang Xingzhou's figure vanished.
Countless sword glows appeared.
The forest was covered in sword slashes.
It suddenly fell silent.
Chen Chang Sheng raised his sword to meet them.
Clang! Clang!
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Several dozen clear clangs of swords suddenly resounded around his body.
In such a short period of time, Shang Xingzhou had struck out several dozen times!
These swords had descended so quickly that not even the sound of two swords clashing could be heard!
But Chen Chang Sheng had caught all of these swords!
He raised his sword to his brow.
His left knee slightly bent.
He stood at his original position.
He did not move.
No matter how profound and indescribable, how unfathomable your sword intent was, I only need to raise my sword horizontally, sink my heart, and then hide in the house.
This was the true Sword Domain!
But under Shang Xingzhou's storm-like attacks, just how long could he last?
Even if he possessed a perfect Sword Domain and Star Domain, possessed an unimaginably abundant amount of true essence, he still could not last forever.
And what sort of person was Shang Xingzhou? He cultivated tens of thousands of Daoist techniques, so who knew what other terrifying techniques were hidden in his drooping sleeves?
Chen Chang Sheng was not prepared to give his master this chance.
At some unforeseeable moment, which he knew would come, he had taken the initiative to strike.
A sword glow illuminated the secluded forest.
This strike was unimaginably fast, like a true bolt of lightning.
The sword intent of this strike was very clear, but not simple. It was like a fish swimming in the stream, right in front of him, but very difficult to reach out and touch.
The trajectory of this sword was even more mysterious to the extreme. It actually gave off a feeling that even gods and ghosts couldn't predict it!
This strike consecutively pierced through three pieces of tree bark, cut through several splinters of wood, and bypassed his left hand, seemingly carelessly stabbing into the wind and snow.
A muffled groan sounded out from somewhere, and the wind and snow became slightly disorderly.
Shang Xingzhou appeared on the snowy ground several zhang away, a tear in his sleeve.
Chen Chang Sheng stood up straight, holding the sword in his hand, and quietly looked at him. (To be continued …)
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