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It was Chen Changsheng's arrangement to use the formation left by Zhou Dufu to use the true power of the Tianshu Stele to fight against Shang Xingzhou.
During those nights in the Ligong Stone Chamber, the plan had become very mature.
But in the original plan, the Nanxizhai sword array should have been set up around Zhou Ling at this time.
Thousands of famous swords returning to the grassland will form a balance with the four steles of heavenly books to ensure that Zhou Garden will not collapse.
If all of these are implemented, he has a 70% chance of defeating his master.
It's a pity that all his swords were taken away by Shang Xingzhou, and the chances of winning naturally decreased a lot.
More importantly, without the suppression of thousands of vicissitudes of sword intent, the clear light emitted by the Tianshu stele is very likely to destroy Zhou Garden before defeating Shang Xingzhou.
Shang Xingzhou understood Chen Changsheng's intentions and the current situation with just one glance.
So he will not back down, let alone admit defeat.
He will persist until the end, even at the expense of Zhou Yuan's restriction.
Chen Changsheng can continue to attack with the Tianshu tablet until he defeats him, but the Zhou Garden may be destroyed in advance.
Otherwise, Chen Changsheng would have to leave Zhou Garden as soon as possible with the four heavenly tome steles.
But back in the real world, without Zhou Yuan's restriction, unable to unleash the power of the Heavenly Book Stele, and without a sword...how could Chen Changsheng defeat him
Still a multiple choice question.
Shang Xingzhou looked at Chen Changsheng quietly.
The clear light falling from the sky was resisted by his palm, and endless wind and clouds were born and died in it.
Everything in the world is often a multiple choice question in the end.
It's really easy to get bored.
"Why do I always have to make choices?"
Chen Changsheng was really angry, or rather annoyed, his voice floated far away in the wind.
Shang Xingzhou looked indifferent and didn't answer him.
From Xining Town to Kyoto, from the age of ten to now, he has done too many multiple-choice questions, and he is really tired of it.
He really wanted to ask his master, if he always did this, was it annoying or not.
But in the end he didn't ask, because he knew it would be useless to ask.
Like the past few years, he's used to doing, not talking.
No matter what choice you make.
Or, make no selection.
Yes, today he really doesn't want to choose anymore.
His eyes are extremely bright, like the moonlight in Xunyang City.
His consciousness flew away and landed on Shang Xingzhou's sleeve, trying to regain control of Zangfeng's scabbard.
If not, at least reconnect with the swords in their scabbards.
He believed that as long as those swords sensed his divine consciousness, they would follow his own will, break out of the sheath, and return to this world.
However, he failed.
His face was even paler, like snow in the wilderness.
A stream of blood overflowed from the corner of his lips, like a lonely wintersweet in the snow field.
Shang Xingzhou's right hand was still supporting the sky.
The sleeves fluttered in the wind, and the scabbard he was holding in his left hand could be vaguely seen.
Chen Changsheng's gaze fell there.
"When making a choice, one can often see clearly a person's truest courage, wisdom and character."
Shang Xingzhou looked at him and said, "I am very disappointed to have you today, because you don't even have the courage to make a choice."
Chen Changsheng said: "Since no matter what you choose, you will lose, so why should I choose?"
Shang Xingzhou said, "Because that is your life."
Many years ago in the old temple in Xining Town, he said a word to Chen Changsheng.
If you are sick and cannot be cured, that is your life.
Today he said something similar again.
No matter how you choose, you will lose, and that will be your life.
Chen Changsheng looked at the grassland in the distance, and did not speak for a long time.
Shang Xingzhou looked at him quietly without saying a word.
I don't know how long it took, Chen Changsheng looked away, looked at Shang Xingzhou and said, "But my illness has been cured."
Yes, his illness has been cured.
He is still alive.
So, there is no such thing as fate.
Then the choice makes sense.
win or lose.
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It was very quiet inside and outside the Orthodox Academy.
There are people everywhere in Baihua Lane, but no sound can be heard, let alone noisy.
Tension, anxiety, and worry were written all over people's faces.
At this time, everyone already knew that the place where Shang Xingzhou and Chen Changsheng fought was in Zhou Garden.
People can't see the sword light, can't hear the sword sound, no one knows the specific situation.
But for divine powerhouses like Wang Po and Xiang Wang, space cannot isolate all information.
Why is there not even a trace of sword intent in the Orthodox Academy
Xiang Wang's expression seemed to be smiling or crying, and he couldn't see the real emotion, and the hands holding the fat in his abdomen were constantly rubbing subconsciously.
Wang Po thought of a certain possibility, and his face became a little solemn.
With Tang Thirty-Six's realm, he naturally couldn't know the situation in the Zhou Garden, but he always paid attention to the changes in Wang Po's expression.
From the beginning to the present, his gaze has been falling on Wang Po's face through the crack of the window.
This is his only source of news right now.
Looking at Wang Po's face, he vaguely guessed that the situation was not good, and his face became a little pale.
On the floor was a Ru kiln azure cup broken into several pieces, as well as some water stains and tea leaves.
He held a teapot in his hand, and the tea in the pot was already cold.
He picked up the teapot and poured half a pot of cold tea into his mouth, but he still couldn't calm down his beating heart, nor could he extinguish the fire in his heart.
He rushed down the teahouse, but Su Moyu failed to stop him, and let him run to the gate of the Orthodox Academy.
Ling Haizhiwang and the others had slightly different expressions, thinking what is he doing here
The imperial court and the Li Palace jointly decided that the Orthodox Education Academy would be closed, and only Wang Zhice, Shang Xingzhou, and Chen Changsheng could be in there.
The Orthodox cavalry and Xuanjia cavalry guarded the surrounding area, and countless cultivators gathered, including Wang Po and Xiang Wang.
No one should even think about entering the Orthodox Academy at this time.
Tang Thirty-Six simply ignored those unkind and warning gazes, and even scolded before the princes spoke.
"Shut up!"
"This is the Orthodox Academy, and I am the supervisor. If Chen Changsheng is not here, I am the biggest!"
"No one can enter because I don't agree. If I want to enter, who will agree?"
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There was a moment of chaos in Baihua Lane, with sword intent rising vertically and horizontally, and even a few crossbow arrows pierced the sky obliquely.
Wang Zhice turned around by the lake and saw Tang Thirty-Six.
Of course Tang Thirty-Six guessed that he was Wang Zhice, but he didn't go up to meet him, and asked directly, "How do you get into Zhou Garden?"
For countless years, Wang Zhice had never met someone who knew his identity but didn't care, so he couldn't help but feel a little surprised, and then found it interesting.
He spread out his palm to reveal the black stone, and said, "Enter through this door."
Tang Thirty-Six said, "Give it to me."
His request was very concise and clear.
So much so that Wang Zhice was taken aback before he realized it.
"Why?"
"The Zhou Garden belongs to Chen Changsheng, so naturally this thing belongs to him too."
"He gave it to me, and it was originally mine."
This time it was Tang Thirty-Six's turn to react in a daze.
"It was originally yours, which means it is not yours now, and how old are you? If he gives it to you, you want it!"
Wang Zhice had never seen such an unreasonable person, so he quickly guessed the origin of this little guy.
He said: "Your grandfather dare not speak to me like that."
"Nonsense, except Emperor Taizong, who would dare to disrespect you?"
Tang Thirty-Six changed the subject and said, "But today I want to congratulate you."
Wang Zhice asked, "What's the matter?"
"Congratulations, apart from Emperor Taizong, you finally met someone who dared to hate you again."
Tang Thirty-Six looked at him and said seriously: "If you refuse to give me this thing, I will scold your mother."
Wang Zhice raised his eyebrows slightly, and said, "I am the referee for this match."
Tang Thirty-Six said: "You were invited by Shang Xingzhou, I don't trust you."
Wang Zhice said, "The Pope trusts me."
Tang Thirty-Six said, "None of my business?"
Wang Zhice said calmly, "If I don't give it to you, what can you do?"
Tang Thirty-Six's answer was still so concise and clear.
The Wenshui sword was unsheathed, and thousands of golden leaves grew on the surface of the lake.
Wang Zhice's expression changed slightly.
It wasn't because Tang Thirty-Six drew his sword.
It was because of Tang Thirty-Six's back sword.
commit suicide.