(I recommend to everyone Lord Blacksky Demon God's new work. The title of the book is' The Infected ', a connection between the Creation Era/bk/kh/14140448. The title of the chapter is from Qin Shi Huang's theme song,' The Earth Is Beneath My Feet '.)
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In the last few days, the southern diplomatic mission had used the Grand Examination as an excuse to come north, Xu Yourong had brought South Stream Temple with her in a display of force, the capital and Luoyang were in turmoil, the Imperial Court and the plains were filled with thunderbolts. Chen Changsheng had never expressed his stance, quietly sitting in his stone room to comprehend the sword. Only today did he suddenly exert his strength, using this momentum to force Shang Xingzhou to agree to a battle with him.
This entire process had truly been exhausting.
Of course, he wanted to win this battle, but more importantly, the battle itself was the most important thing.
He wanted to use this battle to force Shang Xingzhou to the edge of a cliff, force him into the most extreme of situations.
He wanted Shang Xingzhou to truly feel the danger of defeat, to feel strange gazes, to feel the perplexed prospect of everything turning to nothing.
Only in this way could Shang Xingzhou face himself, see the small figure hidden beneath his blue Daoist robe, see his heart that he had never seen.
Just what was Shang Xingzhou thinking? Just how did he view everything related to Chen Changsheng?
Chen Chang Sheng's words were his opinion of Shang Xingzhou.
You are not willing to admit your wrongs, but you already knew that you were wrong. So in these last few years, you have never tried to do it yourself, only had the people of the Tianhai clan and the people of the Great Western Continent kill me. This is because you simply do not want to kill me, even though you yourself are not aware of this fact.
This view was actually somewhat reasonable.
With Shang Xingzhou's cultivation level, his will that was like an old pine tree, even if the Pope had left behind many restrictions before his death, even if Chen Changsheng had many helpers and was extremely careful, if he truly wanted to kill Chen Changsheng, how could he have spent so many years without any results? The White Tiger Divine General's actions were even more of a joke.
This was the truth that Chen Changsheng wanted Shang Xingzhou to see, his true intentions.
Shang Xingzhou silently looked at Chen Changsheng, his eyes very cold.
It was like he was not looking at a real person, a living being, but a few weeds in a pot, a sour fruit.
Were Chen Changsheng's words true?
In those years in Xining Village's old temple, it was Yuren who had raised Chen Changsheng with porridge and fish, and it was also Yuren who had educated Chen Changsheng.
Shang Xingzhou wasn't close to Chen Chang Sheng and rarely disciplined him.
So it wasn't because he didn't have feelings for Chen Chang Sheng, but because he was afraid of having feelings?
These years, the entire world knew that he didn't like Chen Chang Sheng, but they didn't understand why.
So those mockery, contempt, and disdain weren't real. He just wanted to keep his distance so that he could harden his heart?
But in the end, Chen Changsheng still became that shadow on his Dao Heart.
How could he erase that shadow? How could he fill it up?
He couldn't kill Chen Chang Sheng either, because those things had already happened.
Or, it was just as Chen Chang Sheng said.
Apologize?
Several gazes landed on Shang Xingzhou's face.
Shang Xingzhou looked at Chen Chang Sheng and laughed.
His smile was filled with undisguised mockery.
"You think too much."
Saying this, he turned and walked out of the Orthodox Academy.
His green Daoist robe was soaked with blood, looking like a black lotus that was slowly swaying in the wind.
Looking at the fading figure, Chen Chang Sheng remained silent and didn't say anything.
Until the end, no one admitted defeat, but everyone knew who had won and who had lost.
He had defeated his master, the most powerful person in the world.
He had not only obtained victory in this battle, but also victory in this spiritual struggle between master and disciple.
No matter how one looked at it, this was an extraordinary matter, the glory of a king.
Logically speaking, the ruins of the Maple Forest Pavilion, no, the entire Orthodox Academy should be brimming with a cheerful air.
But there was none, because Chen Chang Sheng maintained his silence, tightly pursing his lips, so tightly that they appeared rather pale.
The person closest to him was Xu Yourong.
Seeing his silence, the joy in Xu Yourong's eyes gradually faded, replaced by a very faint pity.
"I never imagined that you were actually so good at talking."
She smiled as she spoke, wanting to comfort his current mood.
Today, Chen Chang Sheng had said many things to Shang Xingzhou, and under the agitation of his emotions, his words seemed rather sharp.
"That's because you normally don't talk much with him, or else you would know that he's most skilled at rebuking people."
Tang Thirty-Six's eyebrows danced as he spoke. He had no intention of mocking Chen Chang Sheng, and his face was filled with pride.
He then turned his head and impatiently asked, "Do you want me to invite you?"
Tang Thirty-Six did not understand his meaning.
Tang Thirty-Six said, "The fight is already over, so what are you still standing there for? Hurry up and leave. I don't plan on inviting you to a meal. "
He was the superintendent of the Orthodox Academy, so he naturally had the right to welcome or expel a guest.
The problem was that these two words of his were directed at Wang Zhice.
Not even Emperor Taizong or the Tianhai Divine Empress would use such an impatient tone with Wang Zhice.
And no one would use the word 'pestle' with Wang Zhice.
Wang Zhice shook his head, then turned and walked out of the Orthodox Academy.
"Who are you putting on that calm and relaxed appearance for? Didn't you still lose! "
Tang Thirty-Six spat on the ground.
Wang Po walked up to Chen Chang Sheng and examined his face. After confirming that there was nothing wrong, he bid farewell.
From start to finish, there had been no conversation, no thanks. He was just this indifferent.
That year in Xunyang City, last year in Wenshui City, and this year in the capital, it had all been like this.
Chen Chang Sheng turned to Xu Yourong and said, "I won."
Xu Yourong looked at him with an admiring gaze and said, "Very impressive."
Chen Chang Sheng was quiet for a while, then said, "I didn't cry."
Xu Yourong wiped the dust from his face and said with some heartache, "This is also very extraordinary."
Chen Chang Sheng gazed into the distance.
The academy wall over there had already collapsed.
The bright yellow imperial robe was extremely striking in the gloomy weather.
Yuren was standing there.
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Hundred Flowers Lane was deathly still.
The crowd had been so shocked by the final result that they couldn't speak.
No one left, partly because they were too shocked, and partly because the gate of the Orthodox Academy was still closed.
The emperor and the Pope were currently talking inside.
After this battle, no one could stop this pair of senior and junior brothers from meeting.
But almost an hour had passed. Just what were they talking about?
The heavy gate of the Orthodox Academy slowly opened.
Chen Chang Sheng walked out.
His dagger was tied.
His hair was somewhat messy.
His body was covered in dust and blood.
His eyes were somewhat red.
He seemed very tired.
Even in a sorry state.
But no one dared to think so.
Xu Yourong walked on his left.
Tang Thirty-Six was behind him.
Linghai Zhiwang solemnly bowed. "Paying respects to His Holiness the Pope."
The priests of the Li Palace all prostrated and bowed.
At first, it was rather sparse, but it gradually became more concentrated and orderly.
More and more people prostrated on the ground.
There were Orthodoxy cavalry and black-armored cavalry.
The ministers of the court also prostrated.
The ten-some princes silently looked at each other, but in the end, they still slowly prostrated.
Chen Chang Sheng walked out of the lane.
One by one, the crowd prostrated.
Like a tide.
Drowning the capital.
Reaching the entire continent. (To be continued …)
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