Fighter of the Destiny

The appearance of the Demon Lord put great pressure on Chen Changsheng. The secret of his body is discovered, and he will most likely face the greedy eyes of the entire world. The conversation on the island brought more pressure to him. It is also the secret of his body. The broken meridians will kill him in the near future, and this is also known.

It turns out that those broken meridians were exploded by the sun. It turns out that I am really a descendant of the Chen family. Then will I be the Prince Zhaoming? If he is a descendant of the Chen royal family, then the meeting by the river sixteen years ago was naturally not a chance encounter. The teacher must have known about his life experience for a long time. Does he also know about his senior brother?

This is his biggest pressure now.

——He must start to face many things. If the Demon Lord's appearance in Hanshan was really a game, it meant that he might have been abandoned. If his journey from Xining Town to Kyoto was also a game, then what role has he been playing ignorantly?

In the past, whether he was applying for the Sixth Ivy League Academy or taking the Imperial Examination, no matter what obstacles and difficulties he encountered, he was not too worried because he believed that his roots were in the old temple of Xining Town. His real confidence lay in his teachers and Senior brother, now he realizes that all of this may be false.

Trust is no longer as firm as it used to be, so how can the Taoist mind be as peaceful as before?

If you can't even trust Senior Brother Yu Ren, then who can you rely on in this world?

Chen Changsheng is often praised for his calmness and composure far beyond his years, but after all, he is only a sixteen-year-old boy.

When things developed to what they were today, he finally couldn't bear it anymore. He stared blankly at the smoke waves on the lake, feeling a little sad.

Suddenly there were footsteps on the stage.

Tang Sanliu and Zhexiu walked over.

They looked at Chen Changsheng's back with some worry.

Since Chen Changsheng came back, he has not spoken. He seems extremely silent and even a little lonely. It is obvious that something has happened.

"What exactly did Old Man Tianji say to you?"

Tang Sanliu couldn't hold it back in the end and walked to him and asked.

Chen Changsheng leaned against the railing and still refused to speak, looking a little confused.

Zhexiu suddenly said: "I don't believe there are problems in this world that cannot be solved."

Chen Changsheng straightened up, turned to look at him, and asked seriously: "What if there is?"

Zhexiu's answer was very consistent with his character, simple and tough: "The worst case scenario is death."

Tang Sanshiliu added from the side: "And if you want to die, it's often not that easy."

Chen Changsheng looked at them and suddenly said, "Do you believe that I am Prince Zhaoming?"

When he didn't want to say anything, he naturally didn't say anything, but after all, he was still a little unwilling, so he spoke up and said the most important thing.

After hearing these words, Tang Sanliu glanced at Zhe Xiu, feeling a little nervous.

In fact, there had been rumors about this in Kyoto for a long time, but both he and Chen Changsheng thought it was too ridiculous, so they didn't take it seriously. But since Chen Changsheng asked such a formal question at this time, it means that Old Man Tianji told Chen Changsheng about this matter, and... this may be true.

Zhexiu remained expressionless and did not give Tang Sanliu any help.

Tang Sanliu looked slightly startled, then laughed, looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "What are you talking about? There's a difference of several years."

Chen Changsheng did not smile, but looked into his eyes quietly and said, "Don't you often say that I am precocious and that I look like an old man?"

"Does precocious maturation mean how many years longer can you live? So are the precocious pig breeds in Heishanwa always taller than their peers?"

Tang Sanshiliu said with a mocking look on his face.

Hearing such an indecent metaphor, Chen Changsheng was not angry, nor did he laugh. He continued to ask seriously: "What if I am?"

Tang Sanshiliu calmed down, looked at him and said seriously: "Even if you are, so what? Just treat it as a plate of pig ears, just serve it cold."

Chen Changsheng knew that he was trying to persuade him to ignore it, but... "Will the Holy Queen let me live?"

Tang Sanshiliu said: "In the Zhou Garden, is Nanke prepared to let you live? On the mountain road, is the Demon Lord prepared to let you live?"

Chen Changsheng understood what he meant, and the confused look on his face gradually faded away.

"Just because someone wants you to die, doesn't mean you have to die, no matter who it is, Nan Ke, Demon Lord, or Empress."

Tang Sanliu looked into his eyes and said: "Looking at the bright side, if you are really Prince Zhaoming, then as long as you survive, you will be the first heir to the throne of Great Zhou."

When he said this, he looked very serious, but the content of what he said was extremely non-serious.

He knew that Chen Changsheng had no interest in the throne, and just wanted to use these words to dilute the current depressing atmosphere.

"Speaking of which, which one is better, the Pope or the Emperor of Zhou?" He looked at Chen Changsheng and asked with a smile.

Chen Changsheng did not answer this question. The person who answered was Zhexiu. The wolf boy who had always been extremely indifferent to worldly affairs came up with an idea somewhat clumsily: "It is better to be an emperor. He has an army and thirty-eight generals under his command. In the future, he will be the commander-in-chief in the war against the demons."

very nice.

It's great to have such friends.

Chen Changsheng thought in his heart.

Xining Town doesn’t know if it’s an illusion, and he doesn’t know if his existence is an illusion, but at least he can now be sure that these days in Kyoto are extremely real.

"Thank you." He said to Tang Sanliu and Zhe Xiu, then he felt something and said, "I have some things to deal with first."

Zhexiu didn't know what he was going to deal with, but Tang Sanliu guessed it easily, especially after sensing the aura fluctuations coming from his magic weapon and seeing the path passing by among the white sand and shallow water downstairs. Lu Ying, this made him very depressed, thinking that he is indeed a guy who forgets his love.

…

…

That jujube stone lay quietly in the white sand, in the clear lake water. I don’t know if it was because it carried her breath, but it became the object that many fish in the lake wanted to get close to. It is extremely clean and smooth, and looks like a stone with carved lines.

Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were sitting on the edge of the stage, with their feet soaked in the lake water. They didn't deliberately sit closer to each other, and their shoulders touched lightly from time to time.

This distance, this rhythm, this calmness is what they are most accustomed to and like most, just like how they feel about each other.

Xu Yourong said softly: "It's a joy to have such a friend."

Chen Changsheng said: "You... don't have such a friend?"

Then he remembered that she had been the little princess cared for and loved by the entire Kyoto since she was a child. She was the successor carefully cultivated by the Holy Queen and the Saint. She has left the ordinary world since she was five years old, so it is indeed difficult to have ordinary but extremely precious friends.

Xu Yourong smiled slightly and said: "All the senior sisters in the studio...even the elders except the teacher respect me. There is no way to chat casually, but I do have some acquaintances in a town down the mountain with whom I can talk about things that are on my mind... …I’ll introduce you later.”

Hearing this, Chen Changsheng was a little curious, thinking how could there be any acquaintance of yours in an ordinary small town?

"If we really want to talk about friends...actually, they are more like our senior brothers in Lishan, but they are not in the same place after all, so there are relatively few opportunities for contact."

"I heard... Qiu Shanjun's sword training place is not far from Cijian Temple?"

"What do you want to ask?"

"nothing."

"Well, you are right. I have always regarded my senior brother as an extremely important friend."

"The problem is, he certainly doesn't think so."

"Your Highness Luoluo wants you to be your teacher, but I don't know what she thinks."

"I can't say enough about you."

"Because you don't make sense."

"All right."

"Why don't you speak?"

"What do you want to hear?"

"Are you...really Prince Zhaoming?"

The wooden platform downstairs suddenly became quiet.

The water of the lake swayed gently, the white sand was still and motionless, and the swimming fish stayed away, as if they had noticed the change in the atmosphere.

Chen Changsheng was silent for a long time and said, "I don't know, but I don't think so."

Xu Yourong tilted her head slightly and leaned gently on his shoulder.