"I forgot there was Liu Qing."
Shang Xingzhou sighed and said, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't even have remembered his name."
Even if he is the de facto number one person in the world now, he will not ignore a terrifying assassin like Liu Qing.
So if you can't remember it, you really can't remember it, and it's not to express your contempt and indifference.
Xu Yourong said: "He is indeed easily forgotten."
"The best assassin should be like this."
Shang Xingzhou said with some appreciation, "Since Su Li and that one left, he has improved a lot."
Knowing that the person he was talking about was not his teacher, but the legendary assassin leader, Xu Yourong said, "Yes, so I am sure that King Chen Liu will die."
Shang Xingzhou was silent for a while, and said, "I think you have come to many places, and you have similar arrangements?"
Xu Yourong said: "The plans elsewhere are much rougher. Guan Bai, the new Archbishop of Yinghua Palace, will return to Tiandao Temple later, but I'm not sure about the follow-up."
Shang Xingzhou nodded and said, "Zhuang Zhihuan is quite dissatisfied with this matter. If the situation becomes turbulent, he may attack Guan Bai."
Xu Yourong said: "I think so too, then Guan Bai will die."
She was clearly talking about the death of an important person on her side, but her expression was still so calm, as if she was talking about something completely unrelated to her.
Shang Xingzhou looked at her quietly, and suddenly laughed.
It wasn't until this moment that he really regarded her as his opponent.
"And then what?"
"All kinds of death."
"How did you die?"
"It's just that you kill me, and I kill you... just like that night."
Xu Yourong's eyes became a little pale, as if looking at an extremely distant place or the past.
On that night three years ago, she and Mo Yu were sent out of the capital by the Holy Empress, but they were not able to see them.
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More than ten red geese flew up, some landed, and some flew to more distant places.
The news about Tianshu Mausoleum spread in the streets and alleys of the capital one after another, and the smoke and dust that was getting closer and closer in the field in early spring also proved those rumors.
The crowd in front of the palace became agitated and quickly dispersed, but the imperial examination continued.
The bishop and the deacons hurried back and forth in front of the palace, and the sacred path was full of running figures. The apologist cavalry had already set off, and there was a lot of chilling.
The King of Ling Hai looked at Chen Changsheng and said solemnly, "It's about to start."
Chen Changsheng walked to the front of the hall and said, "If..."
The King of Ling Hai, Hu Thirty-two and the others looked over, a little nervous.
Chen Changsheng had been ignoring the world for many days, if it was a tacit understanding with Xu Yourong, or if he was preparing some trump card, then he must show it today.
"... I mean if."
Chen Changsheng was silent for a while, then turned to look at them and said, "Forget it, there are no ifs, you just follow the paper."
After saying this, he took out a paper dragonfly from his sleeve and handed it over.
The King of Ling Hai and others opened the paper dragonfly, glanced at it hastily, and were shocked immediately.
I don't know what kind of ridiculous order Chen Changsheng confessed, but they must implement it.
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The clear water in the stone pool overflowed from the edge, and then flowed out of the hall along the blue stone path, silently.
Only when the pool water is stirred, will it make a crisp sound like a sword.
Chen Changsheng filled a ladle of water.
The green leaves are not there, so the water is naturally not for watering it.
He raised it to his mouth and drank it slowly.
Tang Thirty-Six stared into his eyes and said, "What are you going to do?"
Chen Changsheng wiped off the water stains on his face with his sleeve, and said, "Drinking clean water may clear your heart."
Tang Thirty-Six said with a serious expression: "You never drink water that is not boiled, let alone wipe your mouth with your sleeve."
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said, "Don't you realize that I have changed a lot?"
Tang Thirty-Six asked: "What changed in you?"
Chen Changsheng said seriously: "I live more freely and casually."
Tang Thirty-Six looked into his bright eyes and his serious expression, and felt angry, and said, "You should look in the mirror."
Chen Changsheng obviously didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, he was a little at a loss.
Tang Thirty-Six heard the movement from outside the hall, frowned slightly and said, "Are you really not worried?"
Chen Changsheng shook his head and said, "Since we can't fight, why worry?"
Tang Thirty-Six was puzzled and asked, "What do you mean?"
Chen Changsheng turned to look at the stone room, feeling a little complicated for some reason.
"I know my master better than Yourong. When he is not ready, he will never give the other party any chance to fight."
Now that the two sides had formed a confrontation in Tianshu Mausoleum, Tang Sanshiliu couldn't believe Chen Changsheng's judgment, and could only think it was his self-consolation.
When Chen Changsheng handed over the paper dragonfly to King Ling Hai and the others, he was not there.
"Is there really no need for the emperor's chariot picture?"
He looked into Chen Changsheng's eyes and asked, with an unprecedented seriousness and seriousness.
Chen Changsheng remained silent.
Tang Thirty-Six said: "If you are sure that His Majesty the Emperor will stand by your side at the most critical time, then today is the best opportunity."
Lingyan Pavilion has been destroyed by the Empress Tianhai with the Frost Remnant Divine Spear, but the hub of the Emperor's Chariot is still in the palace. In addition, although Mrs. Tang remained neutral, it could not prevent Tang's family members from gradually gaining power. The uncle sent many deacons to Beijing, and now he was ready to obey Tang Thirty-Six's orders in various shops and guilds.
With the help of the Tang family, others can activate the imperial chariot map at any time.
At that time, even if the various armies under the control of the princes entered the capital, they could not be their opponents.
This was not the first time Tang Thirty-Six had mentioned this matter to Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng still remained silent.
Tang Thirty-Six finally understood that he was not hesitating, but expressing his intentions with silence.
Chen Changsheng believed that if he really reached the abyss, his senior brother would definitely protect him.
But for some reason, he didn't want to use the imperial chariot map.
"Why?" Tang Thirty-Six asked, staring into his eyes.
"If the imperial chariot map is used, it will be too similar to that night three years ago."
Chen Changsheng paused for a moment, then continued: "I will be too much like Master."
Tang Thirty-Six understood what he meant, and after a moment of silence, he reached out and patted him on the shoulder, expressing his support and comfort, and then walked outside the hall.
Chen Changsheng walked back to the stone room.
These days, he has been practicing sword in this stone room.
The layout in the stone room is very simple, so simple that it is a bit shabby, except for the futon on the ground, there is nothing.
But at this time, suddenly there was another person in the stone room.
When did this person come
How did he hide it from the eyes of thousands of priests in Li Palace
It was a white-haired old man with a wet pen in his right hand and a painting board in his left.
The paint in the painting tray was gray, the old man's clothes were also gray, and his hair and eyebrows, which should have been pale, were dyed gray, exactly the same color as the walls of the stone room.
Could it be that this old man painted himself on the wall of the stone chamber
If this is true, what kind of magical painting technique is this
The old man looked at Chen Changsheng with some satisfaction, and said, "Fortunately, you still understand the principle of putting the world first."
Chen Changsheng was silent for a while, then said, "Actually, I don't quite understand."