Liang Wangsun would not participate in this war, at least at the beginning. However, he had to show his attitude, so he left behind a message and a name.
This name represented half of the Liang Household's property, as well as Liang Hongzhuang, a Star Condensation expert.
Liang Wangsun had already received an appointment from the military through Mo Yu. Liang Hongzhuang wanted to go to Blue Pass. He would definitely become a general and stay in a safer place on the battlefield. However, a general would die in battle, not to mention that this would be a long and drawn-out battle. Who could guarantee that he would come back alive?
Moreover, Liang Hongzhuang knew his own temperament. He was certain that it would be very difficult for him to return alive.
This was the so-called death. However, before that, there were still some unfulfilled wishes, such as those who were still alive.
In the last few years, he had developed a very good relationship with the governor of Xunyang City, the archbishop, and the others.
Although his relationship with Liang Wangsun was very ordinary, he was still a member of the Liang Household, so the important figures of Xunyang City had to give him some face.
All of this was for today.
Liang Hongzhuang had already made preparations to kill all of these people tonight.
He knew what these people liked, so he made a lot of arrangements between tallow candles, painted walls, red lanterns, and food.
Not to mention, there were still several assassins from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion hidden in the darkness of the night.
When she saw the red lantern, Xu Yourong felt a flash of killing intent, which was why she frowned.
In the end, Liang Hongzhuang changed his mind. Even after a long time, no one knew why he had changed his mind.
In the coming summer, there would be a battle to break out of the encirclement, and he would die under the hammer of the Ninth Demon General.
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Sitting in front of the table and looking at his own face in the mirror, Chen Chang Sheng thought about the unfinished story of Liang Hongzhuang and sighed.
A rustling sound came from behind him. He looked back and saw a graceful figure behind the gauze curtain. He could vaguely see the faint flower pattern on her white undergarments.
He hurriedly walked over and tidied up the bedding on the floor so that it wouldn't get in the way.
Xu Yourong got off the bed and washed her face and rinsed her mouth. She put on an unlined shirt and walked to the window without buttoning it.
The morning breeze blew through the window and landed on her face, ruffling her slightly damp black hair.
Spring Sunshine also entered the room.
The room was filled with spring.
Seeing this scene, Chen Chang Sheng naturally thought of many years ago.
It was also a bright and beautiful day in this inn.
He shouted to all of Xunyang City, 'Mount Li's Junior Martial Uncle Su Li is here.'
Wind and rain suddenly arrived, and a series of bloody battles ensued.
Today, he did not need to shout these words, and being with Xu Yourong was naturally much more enjoyable than being with Su Li.
The most important difference was that the Human race at the time was divided, whether it was between the new and conservative factions of the Orthodoxy or between the Tianhai Divine Empress and the Chen Imperial clan. And the greatest of these cracks was between the north and the south. Even a benevolent person like the Pope wholeheartedly wanted to kill Su Li, let alone anyone else.
It was completely different now.
Luoyang took the initiative to send the Red Cloud Qilin to Cong Province. Xue He remained silent.
The entire Liang Household moved away, but left behind half of their wealth. In the end, Liang Hongzhuang did not kill anyone and directly went to Blue Pass.
There was still hatred and cracks, but it was nothing.
The current Human race was unprecedentedly united.
Everyone knew that the Great Zhou Dynasty was about to launch a northern expedition. After several hundred years, the Human race would once more launch an attack on the demons. This time, their goal was extremely clear: to complete the grand undertaking that Emperor Taizong's generation had not been able to complete: to capture Xuelao City, thoroughly defeat the demons, and then subjugate them.
In the face of this sort of war, nothing was important, whether it was the personal grudges from a thousand years ago or the clash of ideals.
It was like this for thousands of generations.
Xu Yourong did not turn her head. She squinted her eyes and gazed at the spring sunshine of Xunyang City. She was like a rabbit that had just woken up, rather cute.
"You've stayed in White Emperor City for so long. Just how did the negotiations go?"
Last year, on the winter solstice, the Orthodoxy's diplomatic mission had left the capital and traveled tens of thousands of li to the demi-human domain. Pope Chen Chang Sheng had been in the convoy.
Only the day before yesterday, when spring had already arrived and Xiao Zhang was about to return, did Chen Chang Sheng ride the White Crane and leave.
A hundred-some days had passed.
Chen Chang Sheng said, "Although there are precedents for everything, it's still been several hundred years. Getting the White Emperor to agree to an alliance is not difficult, but the details are very troublesome."
Xu Yourong said, "It seems even more difficult than fishing on the Red River."
As she said this, there was no expression on her face.
But everyone knew what sort of emotion she wanted to express.
Chen Chang Sheng froze at these words. He vaguely understood why she had been so cold from the night before until today, but for a moment, he didn't know how to explain it.
In the next moment, he suddenly recalled Tang Thirty-Six's advice. His expression flickered as he yelled, "Look, there's a kite in the sky."
Xu Yourong arched her brows and gazed out the window. All she saw was a clear blue sky with nothing else in it.
Chen Chang Sheng quickly stepped forward and hugged her from behind. His arms encircled her, perfectly fitting.
"I won't let go.
"The entire continent is so united, so how can we be divided?
"The confluence of north and south, the unity of the Orthodoxy, all depends on us.
"Just do as I say."
"Or perhaps I'll submit to you."
Xu Yourong arched her brows, but she said nothing.
This should have been an emotion of loathing, but why did it seem endlessly bashful under the light of spring?
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The morning drizzle once more descended upon this old land, lonely and sheltering.
Ten-some li away, looking at the distant capital, the convoy was divided into two lines, one following the Luo River into the capital, the other heading into the distance.
The distance of the capital was not some other place in the continent, but Luoyang. This was a very poetic way of saying it.
Many years ago, when he was traveling from Xining Village to the capital, Chen Chang Sheng had once passed by Luoyang, but he had not entered the city.
It was not easy to stay in Luoyang, and the inns there were publicly acknowledged to be expensive.
This was Chen Chang Sheng's first time entering Luoyang, and also his first time entering the Monastery of Eternal Spring.
This was the first time in ten years that he had seen his master, Shang Xingzhou.
After the battle of the Orthodox Academy, Shang Xingzhou had retreated to Luoyang and taken up residence in the Monastery of Eternal Spring. Ten years had passed since then.
The past was the past, but it was not like the wind. The Human race was incomparably united, but there would always be a crack between certain people and certain matters.
The deepest and most important crack was naturally between Chen Chang Sheng and Shang Xingzhou.
Shang Xingzhou had ignored politics for many years, but he was still alive, which represented a faction, or perhaps a faith.
The Daoists of the Monastery of Eternal Spring did not obstruct him. They calmly handed over Chen Chang Sheng's request for an audience.
So even though their monastery master had been killed ten years ago by Liu Qing, whom Chen Chang Sheng had invited, they still treated Chen Chang Sheng with courtesy and no hatred.
This sort of lack of emotion, the lack of subjective awareness, was truly terrifying.
Only these Daoists could probably force Xiao Zhang into the snowy plains, right?
Chen Chang Sheng silently thought this, and then he received a response from the monastery.
A young Daoist boy of six or seven ran out from the Monastery of Eternal Spring, gasping for breath as he said, "The Old Ancestor has said that he will not see any guests today!"
Chen Chang Sheng pinched the young Daoist boy's flushed cheeks and said with a smile, "Tell the Old Ancestor that this is a matter of White Emperor City."
No one tried to stop him. It seemed like these words truly had great meaning to Shang Xingzhou.
The Monastery of Eternal Spring was filled with fields.
The fields were not planted with rice. The pine trees on the ridges were very beautiful, but this did not mean that the fields were beautiful.
A faint Qi enveloped the fields of early spring. The several dozen temples of the Daoist monastery had originally been planted with medicinal herbs.
Under the guidance of the young Daoist boy, Chen Chang Sheng walked to this medicinal field, picked up the hoe by the ridge, and began to remove the weeds and leaves.
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