Fighter of the Destiny

The wind inside and outside the Tianshu Mausoleum suddenly stopped, and the sound also disappeared.

The whole world seems to have condensed, regardless of time or space.

The two sides in the confrontation have reached a stalemate, or a deadlock.

This temporary balance is extremely fragile. Any change, whether it is a wisp of wind or a sound, can trigger countless cold killings, turn Kyoto into a sea of ​​blood and fire, and burn all prosperity and ambition to ashes. .

Few people dare to make decisions at important junctures in history.

Xu Yourong proved that she could, whether it was a flood or an abyss, it would not make her eyelashes tremble.

And everyone knew that she would not wait in silence forever.

The imperial court's black armor heavy cavalry is returning to the capital at a rapid speed.

If Shang Xingzhou refused to agree to her request, then she would definitely launch an attack in advance.

At such a critical moment, another important figure seemed to be asleep.

King Zhongshan looked in that direction and raised his eyebrows slightly.

No one wanted the negotiation between Xu Yourong and Shang Xingzhou to break down, except his brother.

The Prime Minister is a powerful person in the sacred field, with a profound background in the court, and also has extremely strong strength in the military.

If both the imperial court and the state religion were harmed, and if the strong men from the north and the south fought a bloody battle, who could stop him from ascending to the throne in the end?

Xu Yourong and Shang Xingzhou should both understand this, but they would not mention it.

Because this is also their bargaining chip.

The key to the success of this negotiation ultimately lies in that requirement.

The problem is that even a newbie who has no idea about life and has lived a very mediocre and boring life in the first half of his life, which can be said to be extremely hard, cannot agree to such a tough and cold request, let alone Shang Xingzhou?

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There is no wind, but the hem of the white sacrificial robe is floating gently, like a paper flower.

Compared with real flowers, paper flowers are cleaner, plainer and have a sadder feeling.

Xu Yourong stood on the Shinto, looking at Kyoto with his hands folded.

Her expression was very calm, but her beautiful eyebrows had a majestic feel.

It's like facing the sea, like looking at the world.

Shang Xingzhou suddenly felt like he was seeing the sky and the sea.

Many years ago, Tianhai was a child.

During the reign of Emperor Taizong, he saw the little girl in the palace for the first time.

He didn't hate her at that time, but admired her very much, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen to help her rise to power.

The sky and sea were also very beautiful at that time, but no matter when they looked at the horse or Emperor Taizong, their expressions were very indifferent.

This is why Shang Xingzhou admires her.

If heaven has feelings, it will also grow old. Only those who are heartless can achieve great things.

Shang Xingzhou also admired Xu Yourong.

Every word Xu Yourong said today, from the analysis of the overall situation, to the killing plan against King Chen Liu, to the final description of the chaos, was an attack on the vulnerability in his mind that he cared about most and was also the weakest. At the same time, she It's also doing another important thing.

She was proving herself to Shang Xingzhou.

Overthrowing the rule of Queen Tianhai and returning all government affairs to the hands of the Chen royal family, he became the number one person in the world.

Shang Xingzhou has been perfect in his life and has no pursuits except that one thing.

Xu Yourong asked him to give up and quit at this time, so that he could prove that he could do it.

Chen Changsheng may not be able to, and even the rest of the people may not be able to fulfill Taizong's legacy, because they are good people.

But she can.

Because she is not a good person, and these things today are proof of that.

If you want to destroy the demons, I can do it. If you want the human race to dominate the world, I can still do it.

And at that time, the pope's surname was still Chen, the emperor's surname was still Chen, and the human dynasty in the history books was still surnamed Chen.

So, what else are you dissatisfied with? What else is there to be reluctant to give up?

If her threat to Shang Xingzhou's ideals and her ruthless methods are like towering waves, then the accompanying proofs are like the tranquil bottom of the water. The two combined together form countless waves, one after another, until It rises into the sky and crushes all will to resist.

"The situation you created today is perfect. The grandeur seems to burn the world, and the subtleties point directly to people's hearts. It is indeed difficult to break."

Shang Xingzhou looked at Xu Yourong with admiration and regret and said, "Because anyone who can threaten you is not your enemy."

The meaning of the last sentence is a bit complicated and a bit difficult to pronounce. Only they can understand it.

"Chen Changsheng trusted me, so he kept silent. Unfortunately, he was wrong."

Xu Yourong said: "Of course, I know he will definitely prepare something, so I am also prepared."

Shang Xingzhou said with emotion: "I didn't expect you didn't even let him go."

Xu Yourong said: "Since I want to defeat you, I naturally have to defeat your two students first."

So that was why we had the conversation at the palace late at night and the conversation at the beef bone pot on Fusui Road?

Shang Xingzhou looked at her quietly and suddenly said, "If I hadn't convinced him, maybe you would have really won today."

As these words fell, the wind suddenly started blowing up in the Tomb of Heaven's Book, stirring the stone chips and grass branches on the Shinto.

The wind rises because the clouds fall.

A cloud fell in the sky on the southern outskirts of Kyoto, and then floated towards the Tomb of Heavenly Books.

The restrictions in the Heavenly Book Mausoleum seemed to have lost their effect on the cloud, and soon the cloud floated under the Shinto.

The man Shang Xingzhou mentioned was on that cloud, a scholar dressed in commoner clothes.

Inside and outside the Tianshu Mausoleum, tens of millions of people saw this scholar arriving in the clouds. They were shocked, guessed, and then began to be happy, even ecstatic.

Xu Yourong looked at the middle-aged scholar, his expression still calm, but he felt slightly tired, which was mental.

Then, she felt a little sarcastic, still mentally.

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Looking at the dark crowd in the square, Hu Sanji's face looked a little ugly.

At the beef bone shop on Fusui Road, Chen Changsheng said that he believed Xu Yourong would not do that, and he was very worried.

What happened today proves that his concerns were correct.

Anwar and hundreds of believers knelt on the square, holding a bright and sharp religious knife in both hands.

Their request was very simple, that is, they begged the Pope not to leave the palace today and not to interfere with what happened in the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books.

If Chen Changsheng refused to agree to their request, then they would commit suicide in front of Chen Changsheng.

They are all Chen Changsheng's most ardent followers. For the sake of Chen Changsheng and the great cause of the national religion, they will definitely do such a thing.

Hu Thirty-Two looked back at the quiet side hall, his worry became heavier, but it was obviously because of another issue.

Listening to the voices coming from outside the hall, Chen Changsheng said nothing.

The old man in gray robe holding a paintbrush said with an impatient expression: "Hurry up and shut up these stupid men and women!"

It is rare in the world for someone to be so rude to the Pope.

In fact, when they first met in Hanshan, the old man's attitude towards Chen Changsheng was very contemptuous.

At that time, the demon king wanted to eat Chen Changsheng, and the old man appeared together with the traveling scholar.

The old man appeared in the stone room of the palace and had watched Chen Changsheng for so many days, so he naturally represented the scholar.

As the Pope, Chen Changsheng seemed unable to refuse the scholar's offer.

And in the eyes of many people, the scholar meant well.

Now Chen Changsheng naturally knew the identity of this old man.

He was Wu Daozi, a painting sage who was famous all over the world during the reign of Emperor Taizong.

The portraits on Lingyan Pavilion were all painted by him.

Seeing Wu Daozi walking down the gray wall that day, Chen Changsheng knew that Xu Yourong had failed.

After all, she still underestimated the master, or in other words, underestimated these old people.

Those old people were the same old people he had thought of in the deserted streets of Wenshui.

Those old people who have experienced countless bloody wars and seen the real vicissitudes of life.

Chen Changsheng and Wu Daozi walked outside the hall.

Hu Sanji looked at the old man in gray with a slightly surprised expression, but did not dare to ask questions. He stepped forward and whispered a few words of advice in Chen Changsheng's ear.

Wu Daozi felt increasingly impatient.

Chen Changsheng looked at the gray sky and suddenly said: "Do it."

A cavalry galloped from the direction of the Sogetsu Hall and launched a charge, causing a huge cloud of smoke and dust.

Hu Sanji's expression suddenly changed, and he wanted to kneel down to persuade him, but Chen Changsheng avoided him.

He leaned forward and threw himself in front of Wu Daozi.

At some point, an extremely dark short knife appeared in his hand.

There was still pain and confusion on his face, but his eyes were extremely calm.

Just like the dark sword light that shot through the sky, it couldn't attract anyone's attention.

Wu Daozi's expression suddenly changed, a sharp roar burst out from his lips, and an unimaginable force came down with the brush.

There was a soft popping sound, and a dark willow tree burst through the air and wrapped around the brush.

A fallen star stone appeared in the square like a netherworld abyss, attracting the attention of countless people and forming a barrier.

With a pop, the short knife was inserted into the sole of Wu Daozi's foot, and blood spurted out.

Hu Sanji lowered his head, half-crouched in front of him, pulled out a short knife with an expressionless face, and stabbed his lower abdomen.