Way of Choices

In the eyes of the world, the Pope’s trust and affection for Chen Changsheng can’t be overstated, or even somehow. It stands to reason that Chen Changsheng should certainly act according to his will, but in fact, from the military camp to Xunyang City, Chen Changsheng has done a lot Regarding things that are against the will of the Pope, no matter from which point of view, the Pope should be very disappointed, at least ask some reasons.

The Pope didn’t ask. He looked at Chen Changsheng quietly and said, “It’s really hard to imagine that Brother will teach you such a student.”

Chen Changsheng was stunned. He suddenly found that his impression of Master was actually very vague. What kind of person is Master? In the opinion of the Pope, what should the students he teach look like? He did not know the answer, but he knew with certainty that the Pope’s statement was correct because he was not taught by the master, he was taught by his brother...

Thinking of the old temple in Xining Town, the fog behind the mountain and the sounds in the fog, as well as Brother and wildflowers, he was a little fascinated.

Adult Pope looked at him calmly and smiled, thinking that at this time, everyone should be nervous, but the little guy actually has leisure time to think about other things, which is really amazing.

"Sit down," he said to Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng hummed, and sat down in the chair very honestly, without leaning on the back of the chair, or deliberately only touching his hips. In short, it was really honest, without any deliberate place.

The Pope pointed to the teapot.

Chen Changsheng realized that he picked up the teapot and filled the teacup in front of the pope. After thinking about it, he filled the teacup in front of him and then began to lose his mind.

Because he remembered the two nights in the Baicao Garden, the little table, and the woman who had nothing to do with sitting and drinking tea.

The Pope put down the teacup and said at random: "Tell me something about Zhou Yuan."

Whatever you say, what you want to listen to is also arbitrary content, because there is one thing to be sure, there is no Su Li in Zhou Yuan.

"In Zhou Yuan...I met a girl." Chen Changsheng said subconsciously.

The Pope asked slightly, "Well?"

Chen Changsheng had just woke up and felt a bit hot in the face. He hurriedly told the things in Zhou Yuan in detail, starting with the yellow paper umbrella that he got from the Tangs in Wenshui. The mausoleum of the city basically has no omissions, but there are some details that are not related to major events. For example, the girl, he will not mention it, and he does not know what the reason is. Heavenly Book Stele...

The skylight leaked from the eaves of the palace and fell on the smooth jade floor, shining the ground into a lot of lattices, like a chess board.

Lord Pope sat in the chair, watching the ground silent for a long time.

Zhou Ling, covering the sky sword, yellow paper umbrella, Lishan, Jianchi, beast tide, this story of hundreds of years before and after, the chance between the two worlds, after he heard it, he couldn't help feeling.

"It turns out that Jianchi is the sea of ​​swords, that is, the sun is not setting on the grassland, and the man's grave is also inside."

The voice of the pope rang in the quiet temple.

As the supreme saint of the human world, his mastery of this world is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, but until today, he did not know that there were so many secrets hidden in the grassland he had seen many years ago.

"The black stone sarcophagus in Zhouling is empty." Chen Changsheng will naturally not forget this very important detail.

The Pope's father smiled and said nothing. The life and death of that person was a mystery to many people, but time is ultimately the most powerful thing in the world. Today, he no longer cares much.

Relatively speaking, the Pope is more concerned about other things: "So, those swords are in your hands now?"

Without any hesitation, Chen Changsheng took off his dagger from his waist and put his hands on it.

At the Liziyuan Inn, Tang Sanliu tried to take his sword, but he refused, but now he can't refuse, because the Pope is the Pope or his uncle.

The sword in the sword pool was in his hands, and there was no way to hide this matter. When fighting Xue He God in the wilderness, those swords had already disappeared.

"Do you know what this scabbard is?" The Pope asked him without looking at the short sword.

Chen Changsheng shook his head.

The Pope said with some emotion, "This is the treasure of the town college of the State College of Education, and then disappeared between the blood fires. It was originally taken away by your master."

Chen Changsheng didn't know what to say.

"My brother and I are in the same class, and even in the same door. Speaking of it, his talents and wisdom in monasticism have always been far above me. Finally, I inherited the position of the pope. He went to the National College of Education as the dean."

The Pope looked at the sky outside the palace, and the star ocean in his eyes slowly faded away, as if clouds and time: "Because his obsession is too strong, don't learn from him."

Chen Changsheng still didn't know what to say. He didn't know the real inside story about the State College of Education until today, and even if he knew it, he was not qualified to speak.

"What about the swords in the sword pool?"

"The Li Gong will issue an edict to the world. Those denominations with descendants will register first, and then return the swords to them. As for the denominations that have been passed down, you will keep those swords by yourself."

Chen Changsheng understands that with this arrangement and this matter, then after the starry sky and the Tomb of the Stars, he can be regarded as a great contribution to the human world. The criticisms brought about by the death of Liang Xiaoxiao and Zhuang Huanyu will be greatly reduced, saying : "It's all up to you."

There is no honour to be crowned, there is no tutor to pull the sleeve to call Uncle, just to say a word softly, it is already a kind of progress, a kind of progress that has finally returned to the teacher's natural closeness to the world.

The Pope was satisfied and said to him: "Go, take a rest."

Looking at his expression, the Pope understood what he was worried about and said, "Folded sleeves will come out soon."

From beginning to end, the Pope did not ask him a thing about Su Li.

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When I first returned to Kyoto, where I might have a good rest, I left the palace and could not return to the National College of Education. There was no way to visit the folded sleeves. Chen Changsheng was taken by the Xin priest.

A row of red maples should have been like fire, but in the late spring and early summer, it was thick green and green, just like the building behind the maple tree, which has the dual identity of the court educational institution and the state education Wenhua Temple.

In the deepest part of the hall, in the room full of plum blossoms, Mei Lisha sat behind the table with her eyes closed, as if she hadn't slept, and the old spots on her face became clearer, just like the pot of rouge on the table. . Standing in front of the table, Chen Changsheng looked at the Bishop's Master across the pot of rouge, and his mood was a bit complicated.

Compared with the Pope, Bishop Merissa has nothing to do with him. According to the principle, it should be more strange, but somehow, he always feels that the bishop is really good for himself, whether it is the dynasty The trial was still a visit to Zhou Yuan. Archbishop Meilisha gave him too much convenience and help. Although sometimes, those things make him feel a little stressed, but the real reason for his complicated mood is not this, but Adult Bishop is getting old.

Chen Changsheng didn’t know the realm of Archbishop Meilisha, but with his qualifications and influence in the State Religion and the Pope’s resistance to the court, and the attitude of Zhu Luo and others towards him, he should be able to think that he is far from the sacred realm It should not be far. This kind of priest, like other monks, is very common to live past 800 years old. In this long period of time, even if the strong and advanced people in the realm grow older, they only have to look at the expression and A little wrinkle, there will definitely not be a weak old state, only in the last stage of life, will think about the issue of the descendants, leaving blood, and then quickly grow old at an unimaginable rate.

Dead like the beauty of autumn leaves? No, it's more like a fruit falling in the wind.

During this year, the entire continent knew that Archbishop Merisa was getting older.

This means that the Archbishop's days in the world are running out. He may return to Xinghai at any time.

Rouge Merri is as gorgeous as the plum blossoms in the room are not blooming in late spring, but at any time in spring, summer, autumn and winter, any time suitable for plum blossoms.

Compared with the room suit, the old bishop's old is more shocking.

Chen Changsheng felt a little sad.

Just then, the Bishop Lord opened his eyes, looked at him and smiled, and said, "Come."

Chen Changsheng walked up to him by words.

Mei Lisha looked at him with emotion and said, "I know that you are still alive, I am very happy, and at the same time feel a little sad."

Chen Changsheng could not understand this sentence, and for some reason, suddenly felt a lot of uneasiness or even fear in his heart.

"Since Su Li is not dead, then his eyes have to be taken back and fall in Kyoto, just like you still have to return to Kyoto after all."

Mei Lisha said: "The stone cooking conference is next year. I don't know if I can see it, but I can at least read your year."

Chen Changsheng wanted to say something to comfort him, but found that he was not good at it, and bowed his head in a self-blame.

Mei Lisha looked at him calmly and said: "This year is very important to you."

Chen Changsheng said: "I don't understand."

"You have to mature as soon as possible."

After finishing this sentence, Mei Lisha's expression became a little heavy, his eyes became a little bleak, and then he was as bright as before: "Trust me, in the end you and we will win."

Chen Changsheng really couldn't understand, who thought he was fighting this? And the Queen Mother? Even if it is, what strength do you have to participate in this level of battle?

"The problem between the State Religion and the Niang Niang is still the position in the palace."

Mei Lisha stood up a little bit hard, took Chen Changsheng to the window, looked at the direction of the palace not far away, and said: "In this fight, you will play a very important role."

Chen Changsheng said: "Because I am... a teacher's student? Representing the attitude of supporting the royal family?"

Mei Lisha said with emotion: "Of course more than that."

The bishop did not give a more detailed explanation, because this matter is difficult to explain, or even impossible to explain, and because the door of the room was knocked on just right.

After the door was pushed open, a character that Chen Chang business unexpectedly appeared.

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(Before eight in the next chapter.)

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