The Orthodox Academy was very deserted, as quiet as a tomb.
All the teachers, students, and handymen had already left, and Su Moyu and Tang Sanshiliu finally walked out of the courtyard.
Su Moyu turned around and looked at the courtyard wall covered by green vines, and said worriedly, "How is he going to fight?"
Tang Thirty-Six's eyes fell on the depths of the Orthodox Academy, and he remained silent.
This is the question everyone wants to know.
Before the Divine Dao of Tianshu Mausoleum.
Countless eyes fell on Chen Changsheng.
Soft footsteps sounded, and Xu Yourong walked to Chen Changsheng's side.
She didn't stand in a more advanced position, nor did she deliberately take a step behind.
Just right next to him.
Seeing this scene, no one was surprised, nor surprised, and the expression became much more relaxed.
From the moment Chen Changsheng proposed to fight Shang Xingzhou, many people had already anticipated this scene in advance.
Chen Changsheng was far inferior to Shang Xingzhou in terms of seniority and realm strength, and there was no reason to challenge him head-on.
That blunt fairness was the real unfairness, and even his enemies would not make such demands.
It was only natural for him to join forces with Xu Yourong.
The entire continent knows that their double swords have unimaginable power, and can even break through the limitations of the sacred realm.
But even so, no one was optimistic that they would be able to defeat Shang Xingzhou.
The combination of their two swords once repelled Wu Wubi on the Saintess Peak, and forcibly defeated the Angel of Light from another continent in Baidi City.
But today their opponent is Shang Xingzhou, the undisputed strongest in the mainland today.
Shang Xingzhou's realm strength is far superior to Wu Wubi's. He once tore the wings of an Angel of Light in the sky.
Even though, as Xu Yourong calculated, Shang Xingzhou had been suffering from hidden injuries, and he still had an absolute advantage against Chen Changsheng and her.
However, at this moment, Chen Changsheng said something very unexpected.
"This is a matter between our master and apprentice, I hope we can solve it ourselves."
He said it while looking at Xu Yourong, and he also said it to Wang Po, Lishan Sword Sect, and those strong men in the state religion.
Hearing this, there was an uproar in the audience, thinking how to fight this
Xu Yourong was also very surprised, and looked at him puzzled, with a slightly bewildered expression.
On the contrary, Shang Xingzhou quickly understood what he meant, and said calmly, "Okay."
Wang Zhice also vaguely guessed Chen Changsheng's arrangement, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "I have no objection."
At this time, the latest news came from the capital, that the Orthodox Academy had been cleared.
Hearing this news, people thought they wanted to understand something.
The Orthodox Academy is indeed the most suitable place for today's battle.
But the next moment people realized that they still didn't know how Chen Changsheng planned to fight.
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Before going to the Orthodox Academy, Shang Xingzhou went to the imperial palace.
The two places are not far apart, with only a mottled and old palace wall in the middle.
The abnormal celestial phenomenon is gradually disappearing, and there is still light snow falling in the sky.
Shang Xingzhou stood on the square, quietly looking at the majestic and majestic hall.
The snowflakes fell on his temples and clothes, and instead of melting, they stuck like that, as if they had become some kind of unreal existence.
More than a dozen eunuchs and court ladies knelt in the corridor or by the stone steps outside the side door, their heads lowered, not daring to speak, trembling all over, in extreme fear.
His Majesty the Emperor is in the palace.
Shang Xingzhou looked over there quietly for a long time, but in the end he didn't enter the hall and turned to leave.
No one knew if his expression had changed at this moment.
After listening to Mr. Lin's report in a low voice, Yu Ren's fingers holding the scroll slightly tightened, and the knuckles became a little pale.
When Shang Xingzhou was standing outside the hall, he had been reading a book.
He looked very focused, so his head was very low.
No one knows whether he has read the contents of the book.
No one could see if there was any change in his expression.
The formation guarding the temple has long been closed, and the slightly cold wind blows in through the cracks in the window, blowing the pages of the book and making a rattling sound.
The palace was very quiet, as if the lonely peak in the clouds hadn't woken up yet.
After an unknown amount of time, there was the sound of water in the hall.
Immediately afterwards, Mr. Lin's voice trembled because of his heartache.
"Your Majesty, scald your eyes with a hot towel."
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There are people outside the Orthodox Academy.
This has happened many times before.
After the Ivy Banquet, idlers all over the capital besieged the Orthodox Academy.
Taoist Siyuan and the King of Linghai forcibly passed through the various courtyards to perform martial arts, and countless strong men kept challenging the Orthodox Academy.
After the change of Tianshu Mausoleum, the Orthodox Academy was besieged by imperial cavalry for three days.
But today was very different from the previous few times, because it was very quiet outside the Orthodox Academy.
Don't talk about noise and cursing, you can't even hear the discussion.
The whole of Kyoto is so quiet now.
From princes and nobles to cultivators to ordinary people, everyone's attention is on the upcoming master-student battle.
This battle has not yet begun, but it has already been written in the history books.
It can even be said that this will be the most important battle since the battle between Zhou Dufu and the Demon Lord.
The Great Court Examination, which would attract the attention of the entire continent in previous years, has long since been ignored.
The candidates and the priests of the Episcopal Office are still in the Green Leaf World, I don't know if they have noticed something strange.
The pot of green leaves was placed in a room in a restaurant outside the Orthodox Academy.
Tang Thirty-Six didn't even look at it.
He was looking outside the restaurant.
All the streets around the palace are under martial law.
There are many people in Baihua Lane.
He saw Wang Po, King Xiang, King Zhongshan, the old lady of the Muzhe family who reappeared at some time, the King of Linghai who came from Tiandaoyuan, and the king who came from Taiping Road. Daoist Si Yuan, but he didn't see Xu Yourong.
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Xu Yourong went to the Orange Garden.
King Louyang's face was pale, he kept paced in the room, and he was still muttering: "What can I do, what can I do..."
Mo Yu was also very worried. Looking at his appearance, his mood was even worse, and he asked, "What is he thinking?"
Xu Yourong said softly, "I don't know."
Mo Yu was a little annoyed and said, "Then you should just watch over there, what are you doing here!"
Xu Yourong looked at her and said, "I'm here to remind you what you should do according to my agreement with His Majesty."
Mo Yu frowned slightly and said, "Even if you know that he is very likely to lose?"
Xu Yourong said calmly: "If he loses, just fight directly."
Mo Yu was stunned, thinking that only you are qualified to be the heir of the empress.
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There are no spring, summer and autumn in the small building.
The temperature in the room was very low, like coming to the severe winter.
Chen Changsheng sat in front of the window with his eyes closed.
There is a bamboo dragonfly and a magic staff on the table.
The little black dragon stood behind him, exuding dragon breath continuously.
No frost formed on the floor, because all the chill fell on Chen Changsheng's body with incomparable precision.
—The low temperature can repair the slightest injury, maintain the strength of the body, and calm the sea of consciousness.
In the stone room in Li Palace, he had practiced the sword with a pure heart for many days, and he had already made a lot of preparations.
But he knew that no amount of preparation was enough to defeat someone like Master.
After an unknown amount of time, he opened his eyes, picked up the magic staff, walked out the door, and went to a certain room on the first floor.
He put away the divine robe, opened the closet, took out the single garment and changed into it.
That room is Zhexiu, and this dress is also Zhexiu.
This dress has a short front and even shorter sleeves, making it perfect for combat and more for desperate efforts.
After finishing these things, he walked out of the small building.
Shang Xingzhou was already standing by the lake.
Wang Zhice is not far away.
Chen Changsheng stretched out his hand and threw something over.
Wang Zhice reached out to catch it, glanced at it, and then sighed.
Sure enough, it was the black stone.