Fighter of the Destiny

Thinking about the grassland in Zhou Garden, the Muyu Valley, and the Taoist treasures and old objects lost in the lake, Chen Changsheng was surprised and pleasantly surprised.

When he came out of Zhou Garden, he had no idea what happened. To put it another way, he had no idea how he left Zhou Garden and suddenly appeared in the snowy field of the Demon Realm tens of thousands of miles away, because He didn't know the iron plate in Heipao's hand, and he had no idea what happened in Zhouyuan afterwards. He only heard what Hua Jiefu and others reported later on the road.

If Zhou Garden had not been destroyed, wouldn't it mean that those Heavenly Book Steles snatched away by Zhou Du|fu might see the light of day again?

Yes, the most important and precious thing in Zhou Garden is not the mausoleum, nor the lost magic weapons of the predecessors, nor the roasted chicken and lamb that he threw into the lake when he fought with the Nanke Shuangshi. Along with the silver there are books, of course the Heavenly Book Monument.

No, Chen Changsheng was stunned, thought of a possibility, and suddenly discovered that the most precious thing in Zhou Garden was not necessarily the Heavenly Book Monument.

At least for him.

If I hadn’t left Zhou Garden when I first met the girl, would she still be in Zhou Garden now? If Zhou Garden was not destroyed, does it mean that she might still be alive? Are you in there now?

He knew that this possibility was extremely small, but now that he thought of this possibility, there was no hesitation at all, and his consciousness rushed directly towards the phantom of the black stone monument.

A loud bang resounded in his sea of ​​consciousness.

His ray of consciousness suddenly turned into countless streaks of green smoke and disappeared without a trace.

He woke up in the library of the National Education College, his consciousness was shaking, he was in severe pain, and he wanted to vomit in disgust.

After a long time, the painful feeling gradually subsided.

Without hesitation, Chen Changsheng once again directed his spiritual consciousness into the scabbard and asked Wan Jian to make way for him. In an instant, he was at the other end of the ocean of sword intent again.

However, there is nothing there.

Wan Jian obeyed the order and got out of the way. The sword intention disappeared, so naturally there was no ocean composed of sword intention.

Without the ocean, where can we find the other side?

Without a shore, there would naturally not be a black stone tablet waiting for his arrival.

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and gave up control of those swords, so the extremely sharp sword intent filled the space again, and the ocean reappeared.

With great difficulty, his consciousness once again crossed the ocean of sword intent, came to the other side, saw the black stone tablet, and then fell down.

Still without any accident, his ray of consciousness was destroyed and he woke up again.

Chen Changsheng was silent for a long time, then stood up and walked outside the library.

Tonight, his consciousness was too depleted to support him from trying again.

It is very difficult to suppress the strong impulse brought about by rediscovering Zhou Garden, finding those heavenly book monuments... and her.

Even though he is the most temptation-resistant and rational young man in the world, he still endures it very hard.

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There are some things that Chen Changsheng can no longer bear, that is, he has not bathed for many days - from entering the Zhou Garden to returning thousands of miles south, there is no time for him to clean up, so after returning to the National Education Academy today, he Without doing anything else, he first used three large buckets of hot water and half an hour to wash himself carefully from head to toe, inside and out. But even so, he still felt that he was not clean. .

Returning to the small building, he washed himself twice more, and after confirming that there was no more dirt, he held the Dragon Song Sword and started cutting his hair and shaving. He trimmed his fingernails to a slightly rounded shape, trimmed his toenails to a square shape, and put on clean clothes. He felt more comfortable in his clothes, walked to the window, looked at Zhou Yu and Tianshu Ling, said hello to Zhexiu and Tang Sanliu in his heart, and went to bed to sleep.

It was already dark at that time.

At five o'clock in the morning, he woke up on time.

There is a faint smell in the room, not powdery or floral, but it smells very comfortable.

A piece of black hair fell beside the pillow.

Thinking about it, Mo Yu should have been here.

Chen Changsheng was a little confused, thinking that he actually slept so well last night? Or is Mo Yu stronger than people think?

You must know that now he is a practitioner at the peak of Tongyou. Even if Mo Yu is in the Star Gathering Realm, there is no reason for Mo Yu to lie beside him silently all night without him noticing.

Of course, he felt more uncomfortable at this time and felt a little ridiculous.

Mo Yu is the most famous beauty in the Zhou Dynasty.

She was the second highest-status woman in the Zhou Dynasty.

And they are enemies.

He had just returned to Kyoto, and she didn't even give him a night, so she came quietly to sleep. What was she doing?

A sudden rain fell outside the window, pattering down, not bringing too much chill, but the early summer suddenly returned to spring.

Chen Changsheng looked out the window and suddenly heard a loud sound coming from the direction of the courtyard gate in the distance.

Everything felt familiar, as if that morning in the rain, Tianhai Shengxue led the cavalry of the Northern Army of the Great Zhou Dynasty and directly crashed the gate of the National Education College.

Who is coming in the rain this morning?

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He was still a member of the Tianhai family, not Tianhai Shengxue, but someone who Chen Changsheng and Xuanyuan Po knew.

Xuanyuan Po looked at the young man sitting in the wheelchair with some complicated emotions. His right arm was destroyed by this young man. Logically speaking, he should hate this young man, but later, this young man was beaten to death by His Highness Luoluo. He was crippled and injured even more than he was, and the injury on his right arm had basically healed under Chen Changsheng's treatment. The honest boy from the Bear Clan really couldn't feel much hatred, but rather some sympathy.

Sitting in the wheelchair is Tian Haiya'er, the strong young man who once had a terrible reputation in Kyoto. Of course, those are all in the past.

Now Tian Haiya'er's face is pale, his cheeks are a little swollen, and the muscles in his legs are obviously atrophied, and he has become a useless person. Anyone who looks at such a young man and doesn't know the evil things he has done will probably feel pity and sympathy just like Xuanyuan Po.

But Tian Haiyaer is a person who doesn't need sympathy. He has never sympathized with others, and he doesn't need sympathy from others. He is cruel to others and himself - even if he is disabled, he will not be willing to swallow his anger.

"Chen Changsheng, **** your ancestors are eighteen generations old."

When Chen Changsheng came to the gate of the National Education College, the first words he heard were related to himself. Although until today, he doesn't even know who his parents are, let alone where his ancestral home is, he can't help but feel annoyed when he listens to Tian Haiya'er's high-pitched voice.

The gate of the National Education College was pushed open. In the morning rain, Chen Changsheng walked to Baihua Alley and began to face his enemies head-on, just like last year.

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