That incident happened several years ago.
It was rumored that there was a Sword Pool in the Garden of Zhou, and within the Sword Pool were countless famous swords of previous generations.
The legend was true. Chen Changsheng had discovered the Sword Pool in the Garden of Zhou, and then brought those countless famous swords back to this world.
Famed swords with legacies like the temple sword had been sent back to their respective sects in the name of the Li Palace, but there were still many swords left.
Thus, on a very ordinary night, the Orthodox Academy held a meeting to divide the spoils.
Xuanyuan Po received the Mountain Sea Sword, Zhexiu received the Demon Commander's Banner Sword, and Luoluo received an even better gift. Afterwards, Su Mo Yu received a flower sword named Beauty Yu, and even Mo Yu received a Yue Maiden Sword from Chen Changsheng.
Tang Thirty-Six did not change his sword, because his Wenshui Sword was also a famous sword, and also the symbol of the Tang clan.
No one knew that he had also asked Chen Chang Sheng for a sword. However, he did not bring the sword with him. Instead, he stabbed it into the hollow of an ancient pagoda tree in the depths of the secluded forest. Then, he carefully disguised it with fallen leaves and rotten mud.
Chen Chang Sheng didn't understand what was going on.
Tang Thirty Six said that he was nurturing the sword.
Decades or even centuries later, a short student from a poor family would suddenly hear a folk song from the Southeast on an ordinary morning after being bullied by his classmates. He would burst into tears and rush into a small forest to smash the trees, exchanging physical pain for mental comfort. Suddenly, he discovered that a famous sword used by a swordsman of the previous generation had suddenly fallen out of a hole in an ancient tree. There was even a strand of sword intent attached to it. His Ethereal Palace was instantly stimulated, and all of his Qi openings were ignited …
This was Tang Thirty Six's description at that time.
He thought that what he had done would become a legend of the Orthodox Academy for decades, or even centuries.
He didn't think that after only a few years, this sword would see the light of day again and return to Chen Chang Sheng's hands.
He had even forgotten the existence of this sword.
But now, it seemed that this sword, at the most dangerous moment, saved Chen Chang Sheng's life.
This would also decide the outcome of the struggle between the Orthodoxy and the Imperial Court, deciding the direction the continent would take several years from now.
In other words, the entire history would change.
This was all thanks to the fact that he had hidden a sword here.
It didn't matter whether he remembered it or not. After all, he was the one who hid the sword here.
What do you mean by everything is predestined?
What was the meaning of the grass snake gray line stretching for a thousand miles?
Every move had a deeper meaning, how could there be any idle moves?
The more Tang Thirty Six thought, the happier he was. His laughter grew louder and louder, and his expression became more and more arrogant.
Chen Chang Sheng understood the cause and effect of this matter. Apart from being shocked, he couldn't help but feel emotional.
This feeling of being arranged by fate was like picking up the lost time again.
But Wang Zhice and the others did not know of that period of time, nor did they know of that story, so they did not understand why Tang Thirty-Six was laughing.
To Shang Xingzhou, Chen Chang Sheng's smile was much more detestable than that sword.
"You want to change everything with a rusted sword?"
He looked at Chen Chang Sheng and said indifferently.
His eyes were very pale, like ice that had just condensed.
In the depths of his eyes, a spark was burning.
He took a deep breath. There was a strong wind in the woods.
With the help of the wind, the fire began to burn extremely quickly. In an instant, it spread from the bottom of the eye to the surface.
His indifferent eyes suddenly became the color of lava. They seemed extremely terrifying and scorching hot.
The wind rose, blowing away all the clouds over the Orthodox Academy. One could faintly make out a black dot.
The clouds dispersed, revealing the true face of the sun.
A Qi descended from the sky. To be more precise, it descended along with the sunlight onto Shang Xingzhou's body.
This Qi was not pure, but rather rather heterogeneous. However, it did not affect its power, only added a hint of fierceness to it.
With the arrival of this Qi, the accumulated snow on the forest floor instantly melted.
The temperature in the Orthodox Academy seemed to rise.
Shang Xingzhou was still standing at his original spot, but he seemed to be in the sky.
His figure seemed incomparably tall, giving off the feeling that it filled the world.
In the eyes of the distant Xu Yourong and the others, he had become the world's most precipitous mountain.
In the eyes of the nearby Chen Chang Sheng, he was more like the white tiger that obscured half the sky in White Emperor City.
At the time, he had seen the White Emperor's soul, but now he saw Shang Xingzhou himself.
The puddles of water suddenly dried up, the mist instantly vanished, and the fallen leaves on the withered grass began to roll up.
This fierce and scorching Qi came from the sun, and it also came from Shang Xingzhou's body. They met at the boundary between the inside and the outside.
With a boom, Shang Xingzhou's Daoist robe began to burn. His two sleeves transformed into countless butterflies that flew off, revealing his bare arms.
The sleeves were completely burned to ash, so the wound left by Chen Chang Sheng's sword naturally vanished as well.
Shang Xingzhou gripped his sword with both hands, the muscles on his arms bulging like a sail stretched taut by the wind, or like a statue cast from iron. It seemed unreal, yet it also seemed like the most real of existences, filled with the most vivid life energy.
In a very short period of time, he seemed to have become several hundred years younger.
He walked over to Chen Chang Sheng, looking nothing like an old man.
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… …
When the clouds parted and the sunlight shone down, causing the Orthodox Academy to become somewhat brighter, Xu Yourong thought of a certain possibility.
Her expression flickered, but she did not go over, because Chen Chang Sheng had a sword in his hand, and also because Wang Zhice was present.
It was obvious that Wang Zhice had long since known of this secret, so he was not the slightest bit moved.
Perhaps to those old people from back then, this had never been a secret at all.
Yuren leaned on his walking stick as he stood by the table. His gaze pierced through the black hair, through the broken wall, and into the depths of the forest, his thoughts inscrutable.
Tang Thirty-Six had stopped smiling long ago. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak, thinking, how is this possible?
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"The Blazing Sun Style?"
"The Blazing Sun Style!"
"Who's using the Blazing Sun Style! How could it be so tyrannical and orthodox! Who! "
The change in Qi in the Orthodox Academy had already reached Hundred Flowers Lane, triggering a series of shocked shouts.
The ten-some princes of the Chen clan were even more shocked. Only when they recalled that Chen Chang Sheng was also surnamed Chen did they calm down a little.
They had never treated Chen Chang Sheng as a relative, but Chen Chang Sheng was still of the Imperial clan's bloodline. In their view, it was not unimaginable that Chen Chang Sheng could learn the Blazing Sun Style. This was because they did not know that Chen Chang Sheng's fate wheel had been destroyed while he was still in his mother's womb.
The Prince of Zhongshan knew this secret, so his face was rather gloomy for some reason.
The Prince of Xiang opened his eyes, a spark flashing in the depths of his eyes. It did not burn, but quickly died out.
He knew that it could not be Chen Chang Sheng, so it could only be Shang Xingzhou.
The problem was that Shang Xingzhou was not a member of the Imperial clan, so how could he cultivate the Blazing Sun Style?
Just what was the relationship between Shang Xingzhou and Emperor Taizong?
Suddenly, a harsh light flashed through the Prince of Xiang's eyes as he shouted, "What do you want to do?"
Countless sounds of metal scraping against metal and the tightening of Sacred Light crossbows came from the gate of the Orthodox Academy.
The atmosphere instantly became extremely tense.
Because the moment the clouds parted and the sun shone down, Wang Po made a movement.
His brows rose. (To be continued …)
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