(Many thanks to reader 12 of the bookstore, a string of asterisks 29 … for the reminder. As for the Imperial Design or the Imperial Design, I wrote it completely incorrectly in this volume. I very sincerely apologize. In addition, I suddenly realized today that I had even forgotten that Wang Po had lost an arm. Back then, I had written it on purpose. Everyone knew that we were pursuing the aesthetics of a one-armed Saber King. Alright, I don't know if I wrote anything particularly wrong in the previous chapters. In any case, I'll apologize here. Again, this time, I'll cover my face.)
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Tang Thirty-Six did not leave with Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong.
He stood in front of the Orthodox Academy's gate, watching as the dense crowd receded like a receding tide.
Hundred Flowers Lane quickly regained its calm.
Su Moyu led the teachers and students of the Orthodox Academy back.
As they gazed at the ruins of the Maple Forest Pavilion, the collapsed walls, the messy forest, and the clear scars of battle, they imagined that heaven-shaking battle that had taken place not too long ago. The crowd couldn't help but feel rather strange, like they were dreaming.
Of course, this was a beautiful dream, because the Orthodox Academy was currently on the Li Palace's side.
Su Moyu paid no attention to the rippling emotions of the teachers and students, nor was he in a hurry to arrange for repairs. He was more concerned about something else.
"Is everything alright?"
He stared into Tang Thirty-Six's eyes and asked, "I saw that his eyes were very red."
The 'he' in this sentence was naturally referring to Chen Changsheng. Su Moyu was worried that his injuries were too severe.
Tang Thirty-Six spread out his hands in speechlessness, thinking, do I have to tell you about Chen Changsheng and the emperor crying on each other's heads?
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In the quiet side hall, the water fell into the pond, making a tinkling sound. The ladle floated on the surface of the pond in a disorderly manner, like an unmanned boat in the wilderness.
Wang Zhice's gaze left the pool and looked out of the hall.
The sky had not yet darkened, and in the light of the sun, the scenery was extremely clear, but he did not see Daoist Wu.
There was a smear of white in the world, extremely pure and holy, like snow and also like a lotus. It was Xu Yourong.
She stood in front of the Great Hall of Light, tilting her head and peering inside. She looked very cute.
Linghai Zhiwang and the others accompanied her, silently preparing for battle.
A few years ago, such a scene had already occurred.
When Chen Changsheng returned from Mount Han, heavily injured, he conversed with the Pope in that quiet hall.
At that time, Xu Yourong was ready to strike at any time.
Today, it was clear that she was ready to strike at any time.
Even if the person sitting opposite Chen Chang Sheng today was Wang Zhice.
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In the Orthodox Academy, Chen Changsheng was on the verge of being cut down by Shang Xingzhou's sword. Xu You Rong was forced to act, but she was stopped by Wang Zhice.
However, Wang Zhice admired her response at that time. If he was not wrong, that should be the Natural Stream Divine Finger.
"What I admire the most is that she didn't spend all her time and energy on Big Brother's saber art. You're the same."
Wang Zhice's words were extremely sincere.
This was because he knew very well how terrifying the Halving Blade Technique was.
It was not only because he was Zhou Dufu's sworn brother. This was something that the entire continent knew, something that had already been recorded in the history books.
Chen Chang Sheng and Xu You Rong didn't know? Of course they knew.
That year, when he and Wang Po were walking along the banks of the Luo River, he had displayed Zhou Dufu's blade intent, and Wang Po had used it to break through and kill Nan Tie with a single blade.
Now, the Halving Blade Technique was in his and Xu You Rong's hands.
With the Halving Blade Technique, they could inherit Zhou Dufu's legacy and very possibly become the second strongest expert under the starry sky!
If it were any other cultivator, how could they resist this temptation?
They would assuredly strenuously train in that blade technique every day, spending all their time and even their entire lives on it.
But Chen Chang Sheng did not do this, and neither did Xu You Rong. Other than the time they had spent together in the Mausoleum of Books, they had never met up specifically to cultivate the Halving Blade Technique. They would even often forget about this matter.
"The Halving Blade Technique is too fierce. I feel somewhat uncomfortable."
This was the explanation Chen Chang Sheng gave Wang Zhice.
He thought it over, then added, "And we have our own Daoist techniques. That's also very good."
This answer was very calm, originating from self-confidence.
This was what Wang Zhice admired the most, and also what puzzled him.
From the Mausoleum of Books to the Sword Pool to the Garden of Zhou, he had encountered so many fortuitous encounters, but none of them had been able to change Chen Chang Sheng's mind.
Who could treat the Heavenly Tome Monoliths as stone pearls and casually wear them on their wrists?
He and Xu You Rong were so young, so just where did their self-confidence come from that allowed them to face this world so calmly and unhurriedly?
"This world is ours, and it is also yours, but in the end, it will be yours."
Wang Zhice looked at him and said, "I originally believed that you were still young, that you could wait for us to grow old, that there was no need to take such risks."
Chen Chang Sheng understood that he was explaining why he had accepted Shang Xingzhou's invitation to appear in the capital.
He didn't know what to say.
Because the person explaining to him was called Wang Zhice.
This fact truly was very easy to make one feel perplexed and helpless.
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Xu You Rong turned to look at the black eaves in the depths of the hall.
After confirming that the conversation in the quiet hall had gone smoothly, she naturally would not break through the stone walls and ignite her Phoenix flames. Linghai Zhiwang and the others also dispersed.
At this moment, she heard Wang Zhice's words. Of course, this was also because Wang Zhice wanted her to hear them.
These words caused her brows to rise like flames prepared to burn the heavens.
A figure entered her line of sight.
"It seems that your fighting spirit has not completely disappeared."
Mo Yu smiled at her and said, "It's been so many years, but you're still so warlike."
Other than people like her, Prince Chen Liu, and the State of Ping, who had grown up together, very few people knew of Xu You Rong's true personality.
Xu You Rong looked at her and said, "In your eyes, I also see only dissatisfaction."
"You and I have made countless preparations, but in the end, all of them came to nothing. It's hard not to feel a little uncomfortable."
As Mo Yu spoke, she shrugged her shoulders, appearing particularly unconcerned.
It was such a simple sentence, but who knew how much bloodshed was hidden behind it.
If not for Chen Chang Sheng's seemingly naive and foolish arrangements, perhaps the capital really would have flowed with rivers of blood today.
"Your little man truly isn't bad."
Mo Yu sighed, "But it's a pity for Lord Wang."
Xu You Rong jeered, "Do you really think he's like in the books?"
Back in the Imperial Palace, she was still young and Mo Yu was already a young girl. When they were studying, they had been infatuated with Wang Zhice countless times.
There were far too many young girls like this in the world. In their view, Lord Wang was assuredly living on the clouds, gathering dew for food.
If they really saw him, they would know that such an exiled immortal did not exist.
He was a rather pitiful, even boring old man who knew how to compromise.
Just as Mo Yu and Xu You Rong were discussing Wang Zhice.
Wang Zhice heard a sentence.
This sentence was a response to his previous explanation.
It was unyielding and direct.
"Since this world is fated to be ours, why don't you retreat? Must the young wait? "
"If we wait too long, we will also become boring old men like you."
"Then won't this world always be your world?"
It was not Chen Chang Sheng, nor was it Tang Thirty-Six.
The speaker was Linghai Zhiwang.
Wang Zhice glanced at him and recognized him as an archbishop.
These so-called Prefects of the Orthodoxy were not even worthy of his attention.
But there was one matter that, once it fell into his eyes, was hard to ignore.
Linghai Zhiwang was very young.
Of the Orthodoxy's Prefects, he was the youngest.
Tang Thirty-Six had once said this.
Youth was justice.
Wang Zhice thought it over, then said, "That's reasonable."
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A carriage drove out of the Li Palace.
The somewhat shabby and deformed wheels rolled over the hard stone slabs of the plaza, the sound of friction rather unpleasant to hear.
The blood on the slabs had long since been washed clean.
Daoist Wu's furious shouts came from the carriage.
"I'll kill all of you!
"You bastards, you dare treat this old man like this!"
No one responded to Daoist Wu's curses.
There was not a single person. The plaza had been cleared out long ago.
This was the Li Palace's expression of respect.
Linghai Zhiwang stood under the eaves, calmly gazing at the carriage as it drew further and further away.
An Hua stood at his side, thinking about what she had done today. As she listened to these curses, her face paled and her expression became somewhat helpless.
Daoist Wu's anger stemmed from his defeat, but it was also because he had not felt any respect in the Li Palace.
Logically speaking, regardless of victory or defeat, an elder of his generation should be respected.
Moreover, he represented Wang Zhice.
But he did not.
From Chen Chang Sheng to Xu You Rong, from Linghai Zhiwang to An Hua, and then to Wang Po and Mo Yu outside, none of them expressed this attitude.
Perhaps this represented the end of an era.
That era.
Wu Daozi was very angry, or rather, very disappointed.
But Wang Zhice was very calm, and could even be said to be gratified.
Because he felt a kind of power today.
It was a power that he was once very familiar with, but gradually faded away after the Great Zhou Empire was founded.
That kind of power was a bit rough, easily displeasing. There were no rules, but there was an extremely lively life force, extremely moving.
A thousand years ago, the world was in chaos, the imperial court collapsed, and the demon race went south. The people had no way to make a living, and there were bones on the road.
Then, wildflowers bloomed.
Zhou Dufu, Chen Xuanba, Li Jiexing, Shang Xingzhou, King Chu, Ding Chongshan, Li Mi 'er, Qin Zhong, Yu Gong, those people in the Lingyan Pavilion, and him.
They were all very young at that time, but who had they ever respected? Who was he afraid of?
As it turned out, that era had not ended.
It was still that era.
The age of youth. (To be continued …)
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