Fighter of the Destiny

Tang Sanshiliu arrived a little late.

He went back to the small building to get his sword, and when he came around from the bamboo sea corridor, the forest was already full of people.

The bushes of mountain plum trees had been trampled into a mess. Lying on the snow in the middle of the crowd was the body of Bishop Meichuan, with a few stains of bright red blood.

Looking at this scene, he naturally put the Wenshui Sword behind him, looked at an instructor and asked, "What's going on?"

The instructor looked pale and said in a trembling voice: "I heard that the edict disrespected the saint... so..."

Tang Sanshiliu was slightly startled. He didn't know that Xu Yourong had also come to the National Education Academy, and he didn't expect that she had killed Bishop Meichuan.

He asked: "Where is the saint?"

"She has left." The instructor thought that he did not believe what he said, so he quickly added: "King Chen Liu was also present, and he proved it."

Tang Sanshiliu didn't understand why the young prince he disliked the most came to the National Education Academy. Could it be that he had an appointment with Xu Yourong?

He looked at the body of Bishop Meichuan and raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "So that's it, that's really damnable."

Su Moyu's voice came from outside the woods, and the teacher and students quickly dispersed.

Chen Changsheng arrived at the venue at some unknown time.

He looked at Bishop Umekawa's body and was silent for a long time.

Tang Sanshiliu asked: "When will you return to the Li Palace?"

The Pope will naturally return to the palace.

This time cannot be pushed forward forever.

When Chen Changsheng returned to the palace, he had to face the problems within the state religion.

The death of Bishop Umekawa will not make this problem simpler, it will only make the solution to this problem simpler.

In a sense, Xu Yourong had already made a choice for Chen Changsheng.

Su Moyu said from the side: "The Light Conference will be held tonight."

Tang Thirty-Six said: "What kind of reaction will the Jiaoshu Office have?"

Su Moyu said: "During the period when Dean Mao is in seclusion, three cardinals will discuss matters in the Cardinal's Office."

Tang Thirty-Six said: "Are they all from over there?"

Su Moyu said: "Yes."

Tang Sanliu was silent for a while and said, "Then you can't choose from them."

Chen Changsheng and Su Moyu both understood what he meant.

Mao Qiuyu is very close to breaking through and becoming a saint. He may be able to succeed in dozens of days, or even in a shorter time.

According to the long-standing practice of the state religion, Mao Qiuyu will have a formal holy name and a more respected status at that time, but he will no longer be able to serve as the archbishop of Yinghua Palace or have any actual duties.

Everyone can understand the reason for this.

The question is who will take over the most important position of Archbishop of Yinghuaden.

"If we exclude the three most senior cardinals, the one most qualified to be in charge of the Cardinal's office is Dean Zhuang."

Hearing these words, Chen Changsheng and Tang Sanliu fell silent.

The Dean Zhuang mentioned by Su Moyu is the current Dean of Tiandao Academy, Zhuang Zhihuan.

Tiandaoyuan's status within the state religion is very high. Zhuang Zhihuan's realm and qualifications are not lacking, and he has always been highly regarded by Mao Qiuyu.

Although the Imperial Council belongs to the old school, Zhuang Zhihuan has been very objective and neutral in these years, and he has been very effective in carrying out the affairs assigned by Li Gong.

No matter from which angle you look at it, he is Mao Qiuyu's best successor, and Chen Changsheng cannot object.

But everyone knows how his biological son Zhuang Changyu died.

Tang Sanshiliu wanted to object, but he couldn't say it out loud because Zhuang Zhihuan was a good friend of his parents, and he had been taken care of by him since he arrived in Kyoto.

Chen Changsheng took Xue Yejin and left the National Education Academy, while Tang Sanliu stayed to deal with the follow-up matters.

He sent someone to send Bishop Meichuan's body to the Cardinal's Office, and then summoned all the teachers and students of the Chinese Academy of Education.

Su Moyu took out an old piece of paper and handed it to Tang Sanliu.

This is a list that was written three years ago.

Tang Sanliu looked at the names on the paper and said, "Why do I always do the things that offend people?"

"Because you are good at offending people and are not afraid of offending people." Su Moyu explained seriously: "And you like to do this kind of thing."

Tang Thirty-Six thought for a while and said, "Although this sounds like a bastard, if you think about it carefully, it does make some sense."

The teachers and students of the Chinese Academy of Education stood on the stone terrace in front of the courtyard, listening to this conversation and feeling very nervous.

The Pope has been to the National Religion College, and the saint killed the edict. No matter how you look at it, something big will happen to the National Religion College today.

What will Vice President Su and the Superintendent of the Academy, whom they haven't seen for a long time, do next?

Tang Sanliu started reading names from the list.

"Zhang Lintao."

"Huang Zecheng."

"He Shuyu."

"Guo Xin."

"Lu You."

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The teachers and students whose names were called by Tang Sanshiliu stood up from the crowd, their faces pale and very nervous.

Three years ago, when the National Education Academy was at its most dangerous, they chose to leave. Afterwards, they were approved to come back by the Cardinal Office.

They didn't know how Tang Sanliu would deal with them.

"Let's go, what are you doing standing around?"

Tang Sanliu suddenly felt a little bored and said, "Don't let me see you in the National Education Academy again."

The dozen or so teachers and students walked out of the courtyard with their heads lowered and sad faces. Even if they were a little unwilling, they didn't dare to show it.

Tang Sanliu suddenly thought of something and said, "Teachers, please remember to return all the salary money you received tomorrow."

Hearing these words, the teachers who were walking towards the courtyard gate couldn't help but feel weak in their legs.

One of the expelled students finally couldn't help but said angrily: "Then the tuition fees will also be refunded to us?"

Tang Sanliu looked at the student and smiled and said, "If you dare to accept it."

Several teachers were shocked and quickly grabbed the student and dragged him outside the hospital, fearing that Tang Sanliu would change his mind if it was too late.

Baihua Lane outside the National Education College is very lively on weekdays, and today many people came to watch.

Looking at the dejected teachers and students who were expelled from the Chinese Education College, especially the two young students who kept crying, I couldn't help but feel some sympathy.

Tang Sanshiliu never left any room in his work. How could he forget these details? He had already sent an eloquent instructor to stand at the gate of the courtyard and loudly explained the reasons for expelling these instructors and students. He recalled the time when the National Education Academy was besieged three years ago. The story that happened is so lifelike.

The way the people looked at the teaching students suddenly changed, and some people even cursed and spit in front of them.

Tang Sanliu didn't care much about how miserable those teachers and students would be in the future.

He knew very well that no matter the other five schools in the Sixth Ivy League or the other ordinary colleges, they would never dare to accept these people again.

What he is more concerned about is whether the current Chinese Academy of Education is still the same as it was three years ago, or whether it is not the Chinese Academy of Education that he and Chen Changsheng want to see.

The courtyard door was closed tightly, isolating the curses and discussions in Baihua Lane, and the campus was extremely quiet with light snow falling.

More than a hundred teachers and students stood in the snow, motionless.

Looking at this scene, Tang Sanliu was somewhat satisfied.

"When the Pope walked into Baihua Lane a few years ago, it was very quiet here. The words "National Education College" were completely covered by ivy. Inside the school, the ground was full of weeds and there were broken walls and ruins everywhere. It was even quieter than outside. In other words, it is dead silence. The National Education College at that time was actually a tomb."

He looked at the teachers and students and said: "Later, His Highness Luo Luo, Xuanyuan Po, and I came here one after another, and this place gradually became more alive. I can say without shame that it was the Pope and us who changed the situation." All this has given the National Education College a new lease of life.”

Su Moyu felt a little emotional when he thought about the stories from a few years ago.

Tang Thirty-Six continued: "Since it is a new one, it is naturally not the old one."

The teachers and students looked at him blankly, not understanding what he meant.

"I hope you understand this."

Tang Sanliu's expression was calm and firm.

"The current National Education College has nothing to do with the National Education College decades ago."