Shang Xingzhou did not leave the Imperial Palace.
His will was like a torrential flood, about to cover the entire capital and even the entire world, swallowing Chen Chang Sheng without a trace.
At this moment, someone stood up.
The Pope was still in the Li Palace, Wang Po was still by the table, Xu Yourong was in South Stream Temple, the girls of South Stream Temple had been stopped by Priest Xin and his men in the Orthodox Academy, Tang Thirty-Six was in Wenshui, and Zhexiu had disappeared.
The person who stood out was out of everyone's expectations, but when they thought about it carefully, it was only natural.
Yuren stood in the snow, eunuchs and palace maids kneeling around him.
For the first time, the young emperor went against the wishes of his teachers and ministers and appeared somewhere between heaven and earth.
That was the position he had chosen for himself.
The cold wind ruffled his cloak, but it couldn't ruffle his eyebrows and eyes. His expression was still calm and tranquil.
No matter how angry the wind and snow were, it was only natural.
He looked at his teacher quietly.
Shang Xingzhou looked at him quietly.
Unlike Chen Changsheng, Yu Ren was Shang Xingzhou's true successor, Shang Xingzhou's lifelong dream entrusted to him.
Shang Xingzhou really loved him dearly and was willing to do anything for him. Everything he did was for his own benefit.
Yuren was well aware of this, so he was moved, then uneasy, then fearful.
These days, he had been learning how to be a wise monarch in the palace. He was silent and fearful.
He knew that his teacher would definitely kill his junior brother.
If he wanted to become an eternal monarch like Emperor Taizong, there could not be a single flaw in his heart. In other words, there could not be any existence in the world that could shake his will.
This was what Shang Xingzhou wanted to ensure. He would not even allow himself to have such influence.
Chen Chang Sheng could do this, so he must die.
No one understood.
The Great Western Continent did not understand, White Emperor City did not understand, Wenshui did not understand, the south did not understand, and the Pope did not understand.
Only that old temple next to Xining Village understood.
On that morning in the Mausoleum of Books, Yu Ren had watched his junior brother carry the Tianhai Divine Empress's body down the mountain, watched his master walk up the mountain, watched them brush past each other like strangers, and understood.
So these days, he was very obedient in the palace, diligently learning how to be a wise ruler.
The more uneasy and fearful he was, the more obedient and quiet he was, just like he was in Xining Village's old temple.
However, Master still wanted to kill Junior Brother.
In that case, he could only stand out and tell his master that this wouldn't do.
As he gazed at Yuren in the snowstorm, Shang Xingzhou's expression grew colder and colder, his will to kill Chen Changsheng even firmer.
He had wanted Chen Changsheng dead precisely because of this, and Yuren's appearance was proof of his thoughts. In his view, Chen Changsheng deserved to die even more.
How could they stop all of this? How could they change the mind of someone like Shang Xingzhou?
Yuren's hand gripped a jade pendant tied to his belt.
This jade pendant was made of green jade. Its entire body was translucent, without the slightest impurity. It was extremely valuable.
This jade pendant had no fluctuations of Qi, so it was not a magical artifact. It was merely a gift that the Qiushan clan head had presented to the new monarch when he had entered the palace a few days ago.
This gift was to the liking of the new emperor.
When Yuren had received the jade pendant in the hall, he had not shown any strange expression, but his mind had been slightly disturbed.
He didn't expect that there would be someone in the world who could guess his worries and uneasiness and even give him a solution.
He was keenly aware that during the chaos of Mount Li, that Qiushan Jun, who was equally famous as his junior brother, had faced his father and done something.
So when he faced his master, perhaps he could also do the same thing.
Shang Xingzhou's gaze pierced through the snow and rested on the jade pendant in Yuren's hand.
He knew everything that happened in the palace, so he naturally knew the origins of this jade pendant.
He understood what Yuren wanted to express, so he fell silent.
The snow continued to fall, and the accumulated snow in the plaza of the Imperial Palace gradually deepened. The kneeling eunuchs, maids, and ten-some Daoists were like black dots.
After some time, Shang Xingzhou finally spoke.
"Just this once." He looked at Yuren and said, "Just this once."
Yuren very seriously nodded his head.
Shang Xingzhou continued, "But Your Majesty, you must understand that this is the capital, not Xining Village's old temple. This is a matter of the world, not a matter between us three master and disciple. This is not because he forgot to boil water, cook, or clean. If you want to take his place, you can take it. I can not punish him, but there are other people who will act for the heavens, and he will still die."
Yuren did not think so.
He knew that Madam Mu had gone to the Li Palace, that a supreme expert like Tie Shu was standing guard outside Zhou Prison, and that there was also Xiao De, Xiao Zhang, and even the Wenshui Tangs.
But he still believed in Chen Changsheng.
Because Chen Changsheng was not alone. He had companions.
Yuren was well aware that, under his influence, his junior brother did not speak much, nor could he be said to be interesting. But in Xining Village, whether he went hunting in the mountains, caught fish in the streams, or went to town to buy vegetables, he would always encounter people who were willing to help him. Those people were hunters, fishermen, all of them people with good intentions.
Perhaps it was because the two of them had always had an indelible kindness to this world?
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… …
The sounds of fighting on the street suddenly vanished.
This did not mean that the battle was over, because it was clear in the snow that Chen Changsheng was still standing.
Wang Po's fingers were very slender and very steady, especially when he gripped the hilt of his blade.
The thin layer of snow fell away, revealing the true appearance of the blade. It was still sheathed, not showing its edge.
But there was already a massive difference.
Previously, this blade had been quietly placed on the table, but now it was grasped in his hand.
With his actions, many things had changed.
The Tang Second Master's complexion turned abnormally nasty.
A hint of surprise flashed through Tie Shu's eyes.
The Wenshui Tangs had used the words' kindness as weighty as a mountain ', but it still could not make this person withdraw his blade?
"Could it be that you dare to attack me?"
The Tang Second Master stared into Wang Po's eyes, his voice even colder than the snow.
He represented the Wenshui Tangs, represented the Old Master, represented that mountain.
Wang Po stood up and said to him, "I will not attack you."
The Tang Second Master said nothing, knowing that there was more to come.
As expected.
"Because you are not worthy," Wang Po replied.
From Tanzhe Temple to the snowy street, from the yellow leaves to the snowstorm, in the days since Wang Po had arrived in the capital, his blade had never been sheathed.
Everyone knew that he was comprehending the path of the blade, nurturing his edge. His blade was certain to shake the heavens and the earth.
Besides an expert of the Divine Domain, who had the right to endure this blade?
When Wang Po said that the Tang Second Master was not worthy of this blade, he was not mocking him, but speaking the truth.
The truth was the most hurtful.
The Tang Second Master's complexion turned even nastier, but then he began to laugh.
This time, there was a sound to his laughter. He roared with laughter, brimming with derision.
His laughter suddenly stopped as he stared at Wang Po and coldly said, "Whether you are not worthy or you do not dare, if you do not use your blade, you will never be able to resolve today's predicament."
This was also the truth. If Wang Po did not use his blade, how could he help Chen Changsheng?
What happened next was Wang Po's answer.
He gripped his blade and swung it at the Tang Second Master.
It was like a wave of a sleeve, like brushing away dust, like driving away something disgusting from one's eyes. His movement was very light and disdainful.
The Tang Second Master's pupils constricted. He had not expected that Chen Changsheng would actually attack him. Circulating his true essence, he stepped on the snow, transforming into several golden blurs that dodged in all directions.
In the last few years, he had not been as diligent in his cultivation as he had been in the past, but he still possessed astonishing talent and was a direct descendant of the Tang clan. His strength still existed, and his cultivation was rather high.
He used the Myriad Golden Leaves movement technique of the Wenshui Tangs. In a flash, one could reach the other shore. This was a supreme technique that not even Tang Thirty-Six had been able to learn. Although it was not as marvelous as the Yeshi Step, it was still very difficult to see through.
Countless fragments of snow flew as Wang Po's blade descended.
The iron saber simply fell, but it contained endless changes.
In the end, nothing changed.
The blade drew out a straight line in the wind and snow, simple and clear.
The front of the line accurately struck one of the blurs in the golden light.
There was a crisp slap, like the sound of a slap to the face.
The Tang Second Master heavily fell onto the snowy street.
The right side of his face was red and swollen, blood seeping from the corner of his lips, and his eyes brimming with disbelief.
After a few moments, he came to his senses and furiously yelled at Wang Po, "You actually dared to hit me!"
Wang Po looked back at him, saying nothing.
Several teeth mixed with blood were spat out of the Tang Second Master's mouth.
He used a trembling finger to touch his face. Even more furious, he shrieked, "You actually dared to hit my face!"
"When I first saw you in Wenshui, I already wanted to hit you."
Wang Po paused for a moment, then continued, "And I especially wanted to hit your face."
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