Fighter of the Destiny

Arriving in front of the fog, Taoist Ji stopped. Yu Ren is lame in one leg, but unless he is climbing a steep mountain path, he rarely uses a stick. Unaccustomed to it, he held the crutch under his left arm, gestured with his hands in front of him and asked, "Is there a result of the imperial examination? I wonder how my junior brother is doing now."

Taoist Ji's expression was pure and clean, his features and eyes were the same as before, and there was no trace of old age. Seeing the vague expression of worry on Yu Ren's eyebrows, he smiled and touched his head without saying anything.

Others gestured and asked: "Master, when will we go to Kyoto?"

Taoist Ji said: "When you need to go back to Kyoto, you will go naturally."

Others didn't notice that he used the word "hui" when he said he was going to Kyoto.

This is the most remote and wild mountain range in the Eastern Earth Continent. Monsters are rampant and inaccessible. It is even more desolate than the mountain behind Xining Town. The clouds and mist are heavy and heavy. It is impossible to know where to go when walking in it. It even seems to have left the world. The people sent by Mo Yu , where can I find this pair of master and disciple?

The frequency of those tiny sounds in the mist was getting higher and higher, and there was a faint movement, and then more than ten powerful auras appeared, which should be some extremely powerful monsters.

Taoist Ji didn't want to face those dirty ugly things, so he frowned slightly and said, "Clear the way."

The rest of the people followed the instructions and shouted towards the thick fog at the end of the mountain road.

Half of his tongue was broken, so he couldn't speak like a normal person, but that didn't mean he couldn't make sounds. A shrill whistle was heard bursting out from his lips.

Like Xiao, in fact, it is a word, a monosyllabic word that contains infinite information. It is also the kind of word Chen Changsheng used when communicating with the black dragon in the underground space: dragon language.

The rest of the people roared loudly, and the whistle broke through the air and disappeared into the clouds and mist without causing any ripples. However, the next moment, the crushing pressure contained in the whistle spread along the clouds and mist to all directions of the mountains. The monster hidden in the depths of the clouds and mist made a low, fearful and uneasy cry, expressing its surrender and apology. Accompanied by the sound of friction, it disappeared as quickly as possible, and silence returned to the clouds.

In the farthest place from Kyoto, there is a white desert. In the center of the desert, there is a city made of stone. The city wall is dozens of kilometers in radius. It looks very spectacular.

Millions of people were kneeling in the desert outside the Stone City. Their knees and foreheads were in prolonged contact with the white sand that had been heated by nine suns, giving off a faint burnt smell, but it could not be seen on their faces. There was only absolute calmness, no expression of pain, no sound from them, only absolute silence, like a peaceful and terrifying ocean, a sea of ​​people.

There was a high platform made of wood at the front of the crowd. There were countless green leaves on the edge of the wooden platform, which formed a sharp contrast with the desolate, hot and monotonous scene around it.

In the middle of the wooden platform stands an orthographic symbol with a strong religious meaning. It is emitting a faint holy light as millions of believers pray silently.

A middle-aged man stood in front of the religious symbol and looked quietly at the millions of people kneeling in front of him. Judging from his clothes, he should be a religious monk. He was already middle-aged and had a few faint lines at the corners of his eyes. But his perfect appearance cannot be compromised. The most charming thing is his eyes. There is infinite compassion and love in those quiet eyes. It seems that he can see infinite places and everything.

He raised the staff in his hand and faced this dangerous world with a smile.

Millions of people on the white desert stood up and shouted: "Everyone wants to be home!"

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It was early spring in Kyoto and still very cold. The early spring in Snow Old City was extremely cold, and the wind and snow were blowing in the streets and alleys of the city, like wind and sand, making it impossible to open your eyes.

Demons like night, tranquility, blood, and killing. The latter is in the heart, so demon artists and the secret residences of the royal family can always see paintings with large blocks of color or strange twisted lines. The tone of the entire Snow Old City is dark, tranquil and even numb. People walking in the city also like to wear black robes, and it is difficult to distinguish who they are from a distance.

A demon was walking in the wind and snow wearing a black robe. The black robe he was wearing was very ordinary, a little old, and there were even tears on the edge of the hem, but at least it was a different black robe.

The black robe disappeared and appeared in the violent wind and snow. Even if he stared at it with his eyes, it was difficult to determine its position until he walked out of Xue Lao City and stood on the glacier in the south.

The cold wind was strong, and the corner of the brimmed hat was lifted, revealing the side face of the demon. The face was extremely pale, as if it had not been exposed to sunlight for many years, as if it had just been seriously ill, as if there was no temperature, and more like it was completely lifeless, with A palpitating sense of death.

The demon looked in the direction of Kyoto in the south and was silent for a long time. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and there was a hidden joy in his cold voice: "You can't continue to ignore his existence after all."

After Luoluo moved to the palace, no one lived in Baicao Garden anymore. The young men from the National Education Academy all went to take part in the imperial examination, and there was no one here. The new door on the wall was pushed open, and naturally no one noticed it.

The black sheep walked out of the door and walked towards the lakeside. There was still snow on the grassland by the lakeside, and the grass branches were yellow and yellow. It was a little confused, thinking that the grass that the boy fed him six months ago did not taste like this.

The Holy Queen also came to the National Education Academy.

This is the first time she has come to the Chinese Academy of Education in more than ten years.

Previously in the Baicao Garden, she remembered His Majesty Taizong's massacre of the royal family there. Now, standing in the Academy of Traditional Chinese Medicine, she remembered her own massacre of the old sect of the national religion.

After His Majesty Taizong passed away, she killed many people because many people opposed her. From the time she started reviewing memorials on His Majesty's behalf, those people began to oppose her until more than ten years ago, when His Majesty was in agony on his sickbed. , those people still didn't care about anything and only wanted to oppose her.

Anyone who dared to oppose her would eventually be killed by her. She had been killing them for hundreds of years. Until she killed so many people in the National Education Academy more than ten years ago, no one finally dared to stand up and oppose her anymore.

She knew her hands were stained with blood, but she didn't care. It was just that after many years, she went to the National Education College and looked at the old garden that was no longer deserted. She naturally thought about those days when she was killing people non-stop.

The memory was not unpleasant to her, but it was not joyful either.

Especially among the people she killed, many of them were people she admired very much. Those people were brave, honest, capable, outstanding, excellent, persevering, and noble. She had given those people many opportunities, but those people did not Give her a chance and even force her to kill him.

Because those people want to prove to the world that she is a cruel ruler.

The Holy Queen looked towards the direction of leaving the palace, thinking about what had happened before, and felt a little chilly and heartbroken.

An autumn rain and a cold.

The Pope actually took action.

She once thought that Chen Changsheng was here, but now she realized that this was not the case. Then she wanted to ask those people, where do you want to go? Are you going to start forcing me to kill people again?

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Big people have big people's considerations, and small people don't need to consider big people's considerations. Chen Changsheng doesn't care how many people are paying attention to the imperial examination, paying attention to himself. Just like he said to Luo Luo, he only cares about whether he can get it. The first place on the list, can you enter Lingyan Pavilion?

Before this incident, demon invasion was a trivial matter, let alone others. So he prepared for the last battle very patiently, listening silently and attentively to the tactics Tang Sanliu had laid out for him.

Tang Sanshiliu looked at him and said with unprecedented seriousness: "First move people with emotion, then convince people with reason, finally use force to suppress people, and finally beat people. Three sentences, three methods, the order is very important, I hope it can play a certain role. Of course, if that poor scholar is still unable to make progress, I still suggest that you consider how to admit defeat in a way that will look more glorious."

Luo Luoluo whispered to the side: "Sir, try to bribe him."

Tang Sanshiliu sneered and said: "That's a scholar who is a humble scholar and a moral gentleman. How could he be bribed? He's not a poor boy like Zhexiu who has never seen money."

Zhexiu was on the stretcher next to the poplar tree. The blood on his body gradually stopped, and his spirit became a little brighter. Hearing Tang Sanliu's words, his face was expressionless and he didn't speak.

Luoluo whispered something into Chen Changsheng's ear. Chen Changsheng was a little surprised and didn't want to accept it, but he couldn't stop her from stuffing the thing over.

Tang Sanliu looked at the thing Luoluo stuffed into his arms, and the corners of his lips couldn't help but twitch slightly. Then he looked at himself and found that he couldn't find anything of the same quality. After thinking about it, He took off the Wenshui Sword from his waist and handed it over.

"I have my own sword, what do I need from yours?" Chen Changsheng asked in confusion.

Tang Sanliu looked into his eyes and said: "My Tang family's Zongjian is just like the Jie Jie Hall magic sword used by Qijian. It is not suitable for the Hundred Weapons List, but it does not mean that it is weak. If you hold it in There is someone around you who can block a shot for you at a critical moment. Even if you don’t need it and it’s not heavy, will it still tire you?”

Chen Changsheng knew what he meant and couldn't resist. After thinking about it, he took it.

"It makes sense." Luoluo was reminded by Tang Sanliu, and without hesitation he took off the Luoyu Whip from his waist and handed it to Chen Changsheng's hand.

Xuanyuan Po searched all over his body with his generous palms, but couldn't find anything interesting. There wasn't even a symbol that represented peace, and he couldn't help but feel a little frustrated.

Chen Changsheng patted his upper arm and said with a smile: "You cook tonight."

Xuanyuan Po smiled naively and said, "If you win, add two more spoons of salt."

Chen Changsheng thought for a while, and it seemed that if he really got the first place in the imperial examination, it would be okay to eat more oil and salt in one meal and drink two or three glasses of wine.

He was about to leave the forest when he suddenly thought of something. He turned back to look at Zhexiu on the stretcher and said, "Winning or losing, I will try my best to give you that thing."

Zhexiu looked at him expressionlessly and said, "You want to win."

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Chen Changsheng walked into the dust-washing building.

Gou Hanshi was already in the room, standing quietly. The cloth on his body was washed a little white, and the sword at his waist could not be distinguished, just like his own.