"Ah … how beautiful life is!"
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Archbishop An Lin stepped forward and draped a large cloak over Chen Changsheng's body.
Time slowly passed, but the snowstorm showed no signs of slowing down. On the contrary, it only intensified. Wenshui City was covered in a vast expanse of white, the temperature rapidly dropping.
The snow on the umbrella grew thicker and thicker, but Chen Changsheng's hand gripping the handle remained steady, not trembling in the slightest.
Of course, he had no intention of leaving.
The dark Pope's robe, the white cloak, and the slightly old umbrella were a very beautiful sight.
But this sight made both the Orthodoxy and the Tang clan grow more and more anxious.
A tense atmosphere gradually enveloped the old estate, and even the mountain behind it became rather cold and threatening.
Even now, no one could confirm Chen Changsheng's true intentions.
Did he want to use his sincerity to move the Tang Old Master? Or was he using his status as the Pope to intimidate the entire Tang clan?
Regardless of which, if he continued to stand in the snowstorm, something would eventually happen.
Just as the atmosphere outside the old estate was growing tenser and tenser, just as Linghai Zhiwang's complexion was growing gloomier and gloomier, just as the steward of the Tang clan's old estate was growing paler and paler, a voice suddenly rang out in everyone's ears.
It was the sound of military boots stepping on the soft snow. It was very pleasant to the ear.
An officer walked over from the snowy street.
This officer had a face covered in snow, making it impossible to tell his true age.
Under the gazes of countless experts, in the snowstorm, he casually walked over, all the way to Chen Changsheng's side.
Then, he extended his hand and took Chen Changsheng's umbrella.
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Many years ago.
At the highest point of the Mausoleum of Zhou, Chen Changsheng held up the umbrella amidst the howling winds, holding up the collapsing sky.
In the next moment, he appeared tens of thousands of li away, on the snowy plains of the land of demons. Even in the distance, he could see the silhouette of Xuelao City.
At the time, he was still in a half-kneeling position, holding up the umbrella.
Footsteps could be heard, followed by a soft gasp.
"Eh, there's a sword."
The person took the Yellow Paper Umbrella from his hand.
Then the person took out a sword from the umbrella.
A Demon General fell.
A tear appeared in the shadow in the sky.
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Many years later.
In the snowstorm of Wenshui City, Chen Changsheng once more held up the umbrella.
Footsteps sounded behind him again.
The man didn't say anything and directly took the umbrella in his hand.
At this moment, Chen Chang Sheng had a misconception that that person had returned.
But that was not the case.
He also knew the people who came this time.
For some reason, when Luo Bu took the umbrella, Chen Chang Sheng felt much more relaxed, as if a lot of weight had been removed from his body.
Luoluo had once told him in the Orthodox Academy that the White Emperor had told her that she would live happily and happily, because when the sky collapsed, there would be someone tall to hold it up.
He was taller than Luoluo, so whether it was against the Demon Race's assassination or at other times, he had to support her.
It was the same in the Garden of Zhou.
Until someone taller than him appeared.
Until someone took the umbrella from him.
On the snowy plains of the land of demons, it was Su Li who had taken his umbrella.
Today, it was Luo Bu who took over his umbrella.
Luo Bu naturally could not be compared to Su Li.
But he was born with that temperament.
Regardless of the matter, responsibility, sword, or umbrella, as long as you hand it over to him, you can rest assured.
As he gazed at Luo Bu's back, Chen Chang Sheng understood many things. He was somewhat shocked, somewhat sorrowful.
He finally understood why Gou Hanshi, Guan Feibai, Zhexiu, and even Tang Thirty-Six would always have this sort of attitude when this person was mentioned.
He also understood why Tang Thirty-Six had suddenly changed his attitude towards him in Sloping Cliff Horse Farm.
When he thought of this, Chen Chang Sheng felt a rare feeling of envy.
He was not envious of Luo Bu, but envious of those people who had known Luo Bu for a long time and could become friends with him.
Like Gou Hanshi, Guan Feibai, and the other disciples of the Mount Li Sword Sect, and even Zhexiu and Tang Thirty-Six.
They were schoolmates. Even if they did not know each other now, they could still become friends in the future.
But he and Luo Bu would never have this possibility.
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Luo Bu raised the old umbrella and walked into the Tang clan's old estate.
Chen Chang Sheng said nothing. The people of the Orthodoxy naturally would not do anything, and strangely, the people of the Tang clan also showed no intention of stopping him.
In the swirling snow, his figure vanished behind the door.
The Tang Old Master looked at him and said, "I didn't think that you would come."
Luo Bu bowed as a junior and said, "Sir knows that I've always liked to join in on the fun."
The Tang Old Master indifferently said, "If your father knew that you would appear, he probably wouldn't be happy."
Luo Bu helplessly said, "I often do things that make Lord Father unhappy. Now that I think about it, I'm truly unfilial."
The Tang Old Master's attitude towards him was clearly more casual than his attitude towards Chen Chang Sheng. He casually said, "If he really felt that you were unfilial, why didn't he drive you out of the clan? Why is it that every time you get drunk, you take out those characters you wrote when you were young and show them off to everyone? "
Luo Bu bitterly smiled. "The father's flaunting is often the son's disgrace."
The Tang Old Master suddenly said, "Since you also feel that your father is a headache, why don't you just take my surname?"
Luo Bu felt even more helpless. "I'm not Wang Po. Sir, please don't tease me."
The Tang Old Master asked, "Don't you think that your family's surname is very strange?"
Luo Bu smiled. "How is Qiushan strange? I think it's pretty good. "
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The surname Qiushan was not common, but it was very famous.
This was because one of the Four Great Clans of the south was called the Qiushan clan.
This was because the Qiushan clan had an extremely famous person called Qiushan Jun.
He was the personal disciple of the Mount Li Sword Sect Master and had directly inherited Su Li's legacy. He was the head of the Divine Kingdom's Seven Laws and possessed the bloodline of the True Dragon.
In the past few years, he had been the idol of countless young girls, the unquestionable leader of the younger generation of cultivators.
No matter how one looked at him, he was impeccable and almost perfect.
And then, he disappeared for five years.
Other than three people, no one knew where he had been in those five years.
After that snowfall on the capital's Bridge of Helplessness, he concealed his identity and went to the north. In the snow-covered wilderness, he fought with the demons for five whole years.
Luo Bu was Qiushan Jun.
He was a great general of Sloping Cliff and also a pine tree of Mount Li.
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In his conversation with Chen Chang Sheng, the Tang Old Master had mentioned that in the last few years, he had only seen five outsiders in the old estate.
In the last few years, the most outstanding or most talented individuals in the human world just happened to be five.
Su Li, Wang Po, Xu Yourong, Chen Chang Sheng, and of course, Qiushan Jun.
And because of his relationship with his clan, he was the person other than Wang Po who had entered the old estate the most.
"Why have you come?" the Tang Old Master asked.
Qiushan Jun replied, "Today, I want to take away the agreement Martial Granduncle made with Sir."
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