Fighter of the Destiny

(There will definitely be more typos and omissions in the past few days, because I can’t keep up with my energy, let alone revisions, but I like the plot!)

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The sword was like a hanging rain, aimed at the master and apprentice on the ruins.

The wind stopped, the stones stopped rolling, and there was no sound. It was quiet.

People in Baihua Lane noticed this silence and knew that something big must have happened inside.

Life and death are, of course, the real big deal.

In the National Education Academy, the shocking murderous intention frightened everyone's minds.

Suddenly, a piano sound sounded, and countless strings broke.

Crossbows were fired randomly in front of the National Education College, and the holy light illuminated the dark sky.

The sound of howling through the air and the muffled sound of being injured by an arrow sounded from time to time.

After the chaotic situation was brought under control again, there were several pools of blood in the alley, and Wang Po disappeared.

King Linghai's face became extremely pale because he was worried that something would happen to the Pope.

If something hadn't happened in the National Education Academy, if the Pope hadn't been in danger, why would Wang Po take action and break into the academy at such a tense moment?

An extremely cold sword intent appeared in front of Fenglin Pavilion.

The breeze ruffled the red maple, and Wang Po appeared in front of the ruins.

Looking at the scenes in the field and sensing the Taoist aura and sword intent remaining in the air, he quickly confirmed the general situation.

"Why is this strange man so miserable?"

Wang Po's words were like a knife, extremely sharp, and the few strands of cold wind that had just been stirred by the knife were instantly cut off.

Tang Sanshiliu said with emotion: "Yes, it's so embarrassing."

He spoke very sincerely, giving the impression that he was entirely considering Shang Xingzhou's reputation.

Xu Yourong said nothing.

At some point, she had walked behind Chen Changsheng.

Very close, only a few steps away.

This is very risky behavior.

It was impossible to see clearly the expression on her face, because she lowered her head and could only see the slightly trembling eyelashes.

The eyelashes were extremely bright under the light, like ginkgo leaves in autumn.

The light came from the bottom of her eyes, which was the burning essence and blood of the Phoenix.

She is always ready to take action.

Or save Chen Changsheng.

Or die together with Shang Xingzhou.

The clouds in the sky were escaping in all directions, the mountain-like dragon body was getting closer and closer to the ground, and the shadows were getting heavier and heavier.

The next moment, the shadows stopped getting darker because she saw the picture clearly and felt fear.

Where are the remaining people?

Wang Po was not wrong, and Tang Sanliu also told the truth.

With Shang Xingzhou's status, it is really unreasonable that he would regret it.

What's more, he was Chen Changsheng's master, so this would be even more embarrassing.

Wang Zhice was invited to Kyoto by him, but he would not support him and said, "If you take action, you know what I will do next."

Shang Xingzhou is not necessarily afraid of Wang Zhice, even if he might join forces with Wang Po.

The Prime Minister and the princes of the Chen family will support him, as well as the experts in the court and the military.

This war can be fought, albeit with some risks.

He really wanted to regret it and then kill Chen Changsheng.

Just now Wang Zhice said that he lost and he closed his eyes and saw a lot of the future.

Those are different futures after he makes different choices.

One of the futures looked the most wonderful, so he deduced it carefully five times, and successfully repeated the perfect process four times.

That future also starts with his choices.

-His fingers will be slightly harder.

Chen Changsheng's head would fall to the ground like a ripe fruit and be smashed to pieces.

What follows will be an extremely dangerous battle. He may lose or win, but basically his life will not be in danger.

Regardless of victory or defeat, at the most tragic moment of the war, he would voluntarily give up, admit his sins to the young emperor, and seek seclusion in Luoyang.

In the following years, he left the palace without an owner, and internal strife was inevitable. Coupled with external pressure, he should be able to easily regain the authority of the state religion.

At some point in time, he would let King Chen Liu die.

A few years later, the king of Zhongshan rebelled and led the Languan cavalry southward.

At that time, he will return from Luoyang.

If he doesn't return, King Zhongshan will undoubtedly be defeated, but he must seize the opportunity to talk clearly about the original matter with the young emperor and put those old things behind him.

Only in this way can master and disciple be united and the world can be united.

After a few more years, the world was unified, all the people returned home, and the human race prospered. This was the day of the Northern Expedition.

Millions of troops are approaching the city.

Which city is it?

Of course it’s Xue Laocheng.

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This is the result deduced by Shang Xingzhou.

This is that incredibly wonderful future.

For this future, he is willing to give up everything and sacrifice everything.

"Even if doing so will be infamy for eternity?"

Wang Zhice asked.

"For hundreds of years, I have been hiding behind the scenes. If Tianhai hadn't forced me too hard, I wouldn't have come to the forefront even today."

Shang Xingzhou said: "I don't even care about leaving a name in history, so how can I care about leaving a bad name or a good name?"

Wang Zhice said nothing more because he knew that Shang Xingzhou was indeed such a person.

Wang Po didn't say anything, and held the handle of the knife tightly with his right hand.

Shang Xingzhou's murderous intention towards Chen Changsheng was so real.

His hand was on Chen Changsheng's throat.

Who can stop him?

The courtyard wall behind Fenglin Pavilion suddenly collapsed, and the smoke gradually fell, revealing the remaining figures.

Shang Xingzhou looked at him quietly.

Yu Ren shook his head very slowly, looking very heavy.

Shang Xingzhou understood what he meant.

Yu Renzai said to him: Your deduction cannot be established.

If you kill your junior brother, then I will never forgive you.

Without the unity of master and disciple, there will naturally be no unity in the world, and there will be no final picture.

Shang Xingzhou was not affected in any way.

Because he is very confident.

Shang Xingzhou believes that as long as there is enough time, others will eventually understand his painstaking efforts.

But, why hasn't he taken action yet?

Or is it because someone is acting too quiet?

That person is going to die.

Die shamelessly.

He had good reason to be angry.

He can curse.

He can be impassioned.

He could also spit on Shang Xingzhou.

But he did nothing.

When Shang Xingzhou was talking to Wang Zhice and others, he just looked at him quietly, as if he was enjoying a drama.

At arm's length.

Everyone thought Shang Xingzhou would kill him, why was he so calm?

Shang Xingzhou was silent for a while and asked, "Did you think of it beforehand?"

"I know you well. If the world thinks you are wrong, you will think it is the world that is wrong, not you."

Chen Changsheng said: "How can a person like you who is always right admit his failure?"

Shang Xingzhou asked: "Then why did you arrange this battle today?"

If Shang Xingzhou will not abide by the prior agreement no matter what the outcome of this battle is, then what's the point?

If Chen Changsheng had calculated this in advance, why did he spend so much energy to force Shang Xingzhou to agree to his request and let the situation develop to this point?

“Of course it makes sense because it helps you see yourself clearly.”

Chen Changsheng looked at Shang Xingzhou and said, "Look, how ugly and ugly you are now."

His eyes were clean and bright, looking like mirrors reflecting a face.

It was a somewhat old face, covered in blood and stained with pride and wildness after self-hypnosis.

Shang Xingzhou looked at that face and felt it was strange.