Tang Thirty-Six looked into Chen Changsheng's eyes and very seriously asked, "You believe in your teacher?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "Master is exceptionally intelligent and has keen insight. Not even Black Robe can conceal all the secrets of the heavens, so I believe in his judgment."
Tang Thirty-Six said, "You know that's not what I mean."
Chen Changsheng fell quiet for a while, then said, "To Master, killing me and subduing the Orthodoxy are the most important matters, but exterminating the demons and having the Human race unite the continent is his lifelong wish, his lifelong pursuit. In this aspect, I have absolute trust in him."
In the history of the continent, the most important change was the alliance between the Human race and the Demi-human race.
It was precisely because of this that Emperor Taizong was able to lead the allied armies of the two races on a successful northern expedition, driving the demons back to the snowy wastelands.
In the following several centuries, the Human race obtained enough time to rest and build up strength, making it so that the demons found it difficult to advance south.
If the Demi-human race suddenly broke their agreement with the Human race and switched sides, what would happen?
Shang Xingzhou and Chen Changsheng did not have a conflict of ideals, but a conflict of Daos.
Chen Changsheng was the only flaw in Shang Xingzhou's Dao, so Shang Xingzhou had to think of a way to erase his existence.
But compared to this major event, this was nothing.
Just as Shang Xingzhou had said in his letter.
White Emperor City could not be lost.
A rare solemn expression appeared on Tang Thirty-Six's face. "Then we must prevent this from happening."
Fortunately, all this was just a guess, not yet true.
The Human race still had time to react.
If not for Shang Xingzhou's extremely sharp perception of these problems and his extremely daring and daring judgment, the situation would have become extremely terrible.
When he thought of this, even though they were on different sides, Tang Thirty-Six still found it hard to suppress his admiration for this venerable Daoist.
Chen Changsheng walked to the window and raised the Stainless Sword. He silently used the Intellectual Sword to calculate for a long time, but he still did not obtain a definite answer.
"The Demi-human race … is it really possible for them to ally with the demons?"
In the history books, the conflict between the Demi-human race and the demons was stained with blood and the tragic fate of the Demi-human race.
Logically speaking, the Demon Race would never forget those grudges, let alone ally with the Demon Race.
Hu Thirty-Two said, "In truth, this matter isn't completely impossible. Don't forget, one thousand years ago, the relationship between the humans and demi-humans was also very bad. If the demons were willing to pay a sufficient price to quell the hatred of the demi-humans, the demi-humans really might side with them."
Tang Thirty-Six said, "The problem is the motive. If Madam Mu is willing to take this risk for the sake of the Great Western Continent, would the demi-human lords, ministers, and generals agree? "
Hu Thirty-Two's gaze fell on the letter in Chen Changsheng's hand. "Perhaps this is the reason."
Tang Thirty Six also looked over, but he didn't understand.
"The Demon Race has been in decline for a thousand years. Even if a new monarch ascends to the throne, it will be impossible for them to return to the terrifying strength of the past in a short period of time. But our Human Race has become more and more powerful in these thousand years. Just like what the blue-clothed visitor said on the summit, we have too many geniuses and experts."
Hu Thirty-Two looked at Chen Changsheng and seriously said, "My Lady said before that the venerable Daoist wholeheartedly wants to carry on Emperor Taizong's dying wish and exterminate the demons to unite the world. When the time comes, what will the demi-humans do? Submit and pay tribute, or become slaves of the demons like in ancient times? "
Tang Thirty-Six said, "The current White Emperor is the hegemon of his generation. Does he not even have this much confidence?"
Hu Thirty-Two was quiet for a while, then said, "In these last few years, the entire continent has been talking about a phrase."
Chen Changsheng was taken aback. "What phrase?"
Hu Thirty-Two said, "One temple of Xining rules the world."
Chen Changsheng fell silent, as did Tang Thirty-Six.
The meaning of this phrase was crystal clear. It referred to the story of the past ten-some years, as well as the current period of history.
So if one looked into the distance, what would one see?
If Shang Xingzhou and Chen Changsheng reconciled, and together with the emperor, who on the continent would be a match for the Human race?
Even the White Emperor would feel an intense apprehension and unease when he looked at this master and disciple trio from Xining Village's temple.
It might have been fine if this was an impossible matter, but many people believed that the problem between Shang Xingzhou and Chen Changsheng should never have existed.
An important figure like the White Emperor might even believe that the standoff between Shang Xingzhou and Chen Changsheng was a hoax created by this master and disciple.
Chen Changsheng did not respond to Hu Thirty-Six's gaze. His gaze fell on the letter.
At the end of the letter, Shang Xingzhou had written four words: 'Wait and see.'
If one wanted to watch, one had to be present.
He said, "Let's first take care of this matter."
Hu Thirty-Two replied, "Of course, but I don't know when White Emperor City will hold the Heavenly Selection ceremony. Since the Li Palace is acting, the Orthodoxy's diplomatic mission should be formed as quickly as possible."
Chen Changsheng said, "The time for the Heavenly Selection ceremony has probably not been set, but White Emperor City's thoughts are very clear. Even if they can't hide this matter forever, they won't want us to suddenly interfere, so they won't give us time to make arrangements. Thus, I will go first, and the diplomatic mission will follow soon after. "
Hu Thirty-Two said, "Understood."
Tang Thirty-Six said, "I'll first return to Wenshui."
A large portion of the demi-human business was handled by the Tang clan, and Wenshui City had always had a good relationship with White Emperor City.
This matter involved the future of the Human race, so the Tang Old Master naturally could not stay out of it. He would probably make some corresponding arrangements.
Chen Changsheng nodded. "Then I'll go first."
At this moment, the clear cry of a crane came from the prince's estate.
The winter winds howled and the trees in the courtyard swayed as a White Crane descended.
The Prince of Louyang was kneeling in the distant porch, respectfully sending Chen Changsheng off.
Tang Thirty-Six finally couldn't help but ask, "Why did the venerable Daoist have His Highness deliver this letter?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "His Highness spent last night in Mount Xiao, so he was closest to this place."
Tang Thirty-Six thought to himself, this is clearly illogical.
If the Imperial Court wanted to send a letter, whether it was by Red Eagle, Red Goose, or array, they could all reach the Prince of Runan's estate. There was no need for the Prince of Louyang to make this trip.
Chen Changsheng knew that he could not persuade him, so after a moment of silence, he said, "Master knows that I trust him more."
Tang Thirty-Six was even more confused, thinking, why do you trust this prince famed for being a good-for-nothing?
Chen Changsheng explained no more and mounted the crane.
One man and one crane flew up into the clouds.
The Tong River had become an indistinguishable strip, and the Luomei Mountains were like a bonsai to the left behind.
Clouds and mist could be faintly seen in the extreme west, the green mountains in the distance. Who knew what awaited him?
… …
… …
The green mountains and the sea of clouds looked like the fog on the other side of the lake, but also like the smoke rising from the kitchen chimneys in the streets of the capital in the middle of winter.
Luoluo sat on the edge of the mountain, gazing at the clouds below, her petite figure seeming rather delicate.
If one could see her face, they would probably get the same feeling, because although her picturesque face was filled with reminiscence, it was still calm.
Guardian Li looked at her, a look of pity in her eyes. In her view, Her Highness had been very lonely in the last few years, and was only getting lonelier.
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