Fighter of the Destiny

There are many swordsmen in the world, but when it comes to swordsmanship, most people think that Chen Changsheng is the best.

Because Chen Changsheng has learned countless swordsmanship, has countless swords, and also learned swordsmanship from Su Li.

In fact, although Luo Buhui's swordsmanship is not as good as Chen Changsheng's, his swordsmanship is definitely not inferior to Chen Changsheng's, and is even slightly better.

I don't know how long it took, but the Snow River suddenly broke off. It was an extremely steep river channel with a drop of more than ten feet.

Ice and snow cover the fields and rivers. Where the river breaks, the river water rushes out from under the ice, making a roaring sound.

The strange man in green walked to a boulder in the middle of the river.

The river water is like a waterfall, mixed with ice and residual snow, pouring down from both sides of the boulders.

Mujiu Shi sat at the front of the boulder, looking at the unclean and somewhat turbid river water, wondering what he was thinking.

The strange man in green said a few words to Mu Jiu Shi.

Rob was hidden among the frost grass and looked over there quietly.

They were too far apart and the sound of the water was too loud, so he couldn't hear clearly what the two were talking about, but he could draw the scene.

The charcoal pencil moved on the white paper, making a slight friction sound, and soon a snowy river, a waterfall, and two people on a boulder appeared.

The strange man in green suddenly turned around and took a look at the forest beside the river.

Rob's hand holding the charcoal was a little stiff.

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After leaving Gobi, Chen Changsheng continued walking to Wenshui City, but now he was not only surrounded by Nan Ke, but also Zhexiu and Guan Feibai.

He knew very well that there must be a lot of troubles on the southern road, and after entering Wenshui City, he would face even more troubles.

Neither he nor Zhe Xiu said why they wanted to go to Wenshui.

Just like back then, after he defeated Zhou Ziheng outside the National Education Academy, he got on the carriage and headed towards Beibingmasi Hutong.

At that time, he and the guy didn't say anything about what they were going to do.

At that time, they were going to Zhou Prison to pick up people. Now, they were going to Wenshui City to pick up people.

That guy is in Wenshui City and there has been no news for a long time.

Regardless of whether the people he met on the road really dared to assassinate Chen Changsheng, many people did not want him to go to Wenshui.

So he must go to Wenshui.

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In the third year of winter in New China, it was an unusually sunny day. The winter clouds suddenly dispersed and the sunshine was rarely bright. Chen Changsheng and his party came to the wilderness outside Wenshui City.

When he could see Wenshui City from a distance, Wenshui City had already seen him.

It can be said with certainty that by this time, the entire Wenshui City knew that he was coming.

But nothing happened.

Neither the Tang family guards at the city gate nor the traders and pedestrians seen along the way showed any strange emotions when they saw them.

To be more precise, the guards and vendors didn't even look at them, including the customs clearance documents.

Wenshui City is very prosperous, with connected streets and alleys extending in all directions, especially the main street that runs through the city from north to south. It is no worse than Suzaku Street in Kyoto or Dongshen Avenue in Luoyang. It can accommodate eight carriages in parallel, which is extremely Spacious and majestic.

But when Chen Changsheng and others appeared, the street suddenly seemed a little crowded.

It was not that they deliberately blocked the movement of vehicles and pedestrians, but that they began to change lanes when they were still more than ten feet away from them.

It was obvious that pedestrians and vehicles were walking around them or avoiding them.

They are like a big rock in the river, pushing the water to both sides.

Except for a few curious children at the entrance of the alley, no one glanced at them, but stayed away from them, as if they were ferocious beasts.

The atmosphere was very strange, and Chen Changsheng even felt like he didn't dare to get close to them, just like the aroma wafting from the restaurants.

Zhexiu looked at the building with white walls and black eaves at the end of the long street, silent.

The building was still far away from them, but the ancient historical atmosphere was already coming to them.

There is the world-famous Tang Family Ancestral Hall, which is said to be older than the Imperial Palace in Kyoto.

Guan Feibai was also looking at the buildings. The thumb, index and middle fingers of his right hand were slowly rubbing the somewhat old sword hilt, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

If the news from the palace is correct, that guy should be locked up there at this time.

Nan Ke didn't think about anything. He held Chen Changsheng's sleeve with two fingers. He just felt a little hungry and wanted to eat meat.

Chen Changsheng stepped forward.

The crowd parted naturally, leaving the middle of the street like an ocean divided by divine power.

Chen Changsheng did not reach the building with white walls and black eaves at the end of the long street. He stopped somewhere, then turned around and walked up the stone steps.

There is a quiet passage behind the stone steps. Deep in the passage is a forest, and deep in the forest is a Taoist temple.

It is the main temple of the state religion in Wenshui City.

The door of the Taoist palace slowly closed.

Chen Changsheng and others can no longer be seen.

The vendors and pedestrians on the street suddenly stopped and looked at the closed door of the Taoist Temple.

In the silence, only a few dogs barking and children crying could be heard in the distance.

This scene is even weirder, like one of those hard-to-understand pantomimes in Xue Lao City.

I don’t know how long it took, but people withdrew their gaze towards the Taoist Temple and continued to walk forward, returning to their own lives.

The door of the Taoist temple was closed tightly, and the woods covered with snow were silent.

No one knew what was going on inside.

Until dusk falls.

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Pedestrians on the street no longer look at the Taoist temple in the woods with a certain deliberateness, but there are still countless pairs of eyes looking at this place in other places.

Wenshui River passes through the city. One section of it is gentle and beautiful, just behind the Taoist Temple.

On the other side, there were seven vendors, six government officials, three fortune tellers, two old men selling sesame candy, and a little girl buying cosmetics, all looking at the back garden of the Taoist Temple.

There is also a bearded officer who occasionally glances over there.

The rays of the setting sun fall on the mirror-like water and turn into countless fires, like a burning sky.

The rays then reflected back onto his face, turning his beard into a burning bush.

Rob thought of the famous Wenshui Three Styles of the Tang family.

The three sword moves all have a very nice name, namely - the gathering of evening clouds, the hanging of sunset, and the maple of one river.

Perhaps it was when the former sage of the Tang family saw such scenery in this place that he felt something in his heart and created such a wonderful and beautiful swordsmanship?

The back garden of the Taoist Hall was as quiet as ever, with not a single person in sight.

Suddenly, the sound of a piano sounded, gurgling like water, which was very pleasant to the ear.

He turned around and saw a blind luthier sitting on the bank of Wenshui River playing the strings.

Although it was already dusk, the light falling from the west was brighter and a bit dazzling, but the blind piano player could not feel this. He did not cover the light with his hands like others, but squinted his eyes and listened softly to the sound of the piano. He moved his head, looking extremely enjoying and intoxicated.

Looking at this scene, Rob walked up to the violinist and threw down a few broken pieces of silver.

Listening to the sound of broken silver falling, the blind luthier was in a happier mood, his eyebrows seemed to fly up, and the movements of his fingers picking the strings became faster, but the style of the music suddenly changed and became deeper, no longer The thousands of gold leaves on the river are the old people at the city gate under the setting sun in the distance.

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(I have said before that there are ten thousand gold coins on the water under the sun. This is a more popular saying and I like to use it the most. I like to read his books, so I have been using it happily in the past few years. When I arrived in Wenshui City, I chose Tianji is the richest place in the world, so this usage is very appropriate.)