If Wang Zhice stretched out a finger, he could crush Tang Thirty-Six like an ant, or that would be a bit of an exaggeration.
But he stretched out two fingers, and he could definitely kill Tang Thirty-Six easily.
The difference in realm strength between the two is that big.
It was impossible for Tang Thirty-six to threaten Wang Zhice, even if he wanted to seek death in front of Wang Zhice, it would not be easy.
The Wenshui sword was clamped between Wang Zhice's two fingers, and it remained motionless, no matter how hard it was to advance.
It would be a little embarrassing for the tragic suicide to suddenly become like this.
Tang Thirty-Six didn't feel any embarrassment, and even raised his eyebrows.
To raise an eyebrow means to provoke.
His meaning is very clear.
If you really want to die, there are many ways, and killing yourself with a horizontal sword is undoubtedly the most inefficient one.
He just wanted to wait for Wang Zhice to stop him, so that he could continue to negotiate terms.
Wang Zhice looked at him with a half-smile and said, "This stone is useless to you."
Tang Thirty-Six understood from his expression.
With his current state, even with the black stone, he couldn't enter Zhou Garden, nor could he help Chen Changsheng.
Tang Thirty-Six said sincerely: "Then could you please help me?"
Wang Zhice didn't speak.
Tang Thirty-Six continued: "I know that his current situation must be very bad."
Wang Zhice's eyes fell on the black stone, and he said, "Yes, he is now facing a very difficult choice."
Tang Thirty-Six was silent for a while, then said, "He is a good man."
When he said this, his attitude was unprecedentedly serious.
Wang Zhice said, "Yes."
Tang Thirty-Six looked into his eyes and said, "A good person shouldn't live so hard."
Wang Zhice said: "It has nothing to do with good or bad."
Tang Thirty-Six was a little disappointed and very angry.
He said mockingly: "Yeah, it has nothing to do with good or bad, it only has to do with strength and weakness. After all, it's nothing more than bullying the weak."
Wang Zhice shook his head and said, "Everyone is responsible for their own choices."
Tang Thirty-Six sneered and said, "Then why is he always choosing? Why can't it be you who choose?"
Wang Zhice said: "Shang Xingzhou agreed to fight him, this is a forced choice."
Tang Thirty-Six said: "That choice is too complicated, you should make it simpler."
Wang Zhice asked, "For example?"
Tang Thirty-Six said: "You can choose to die, or die."
Wang Zhice smiled and said, "Are there any other options?"
Tang Thirty-Six said: "You can also choose to be burned to death, drowned in water, pierced by thousands of arrows, or lingering."
This is not a narrative, but an imperative, or a curse. There is extremely strong hatred in the calm tone.
But these all stem from helplessness.
Looking at the thin ice and last year's duckweed on the water, Tang Sanshiliu felt a little tired.
Did it just fail
He is really not reconciled.
Not reconciled to Chen Changsheng.
He suddenly shouted to the sky.
"You blind bastard!"
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There was some chaos in Baihua Lane, and it was unknown if they would hear Tang Sanshiliu's words.
Baicao Garden, which is only one wall away from the Orthodox Academy, could hear it very clearly.
The rest of the people didn't know what happened and asked with their eyes.
"Tang Tang wants to disturb Lord Wang's mind."
Xu Yourong said: "If there is any possibility, he will use the methods in the Wenshui old house to force Lord Wang to compromise."
This is about the conversation between grandparents and grandchildren at the poker table.
He doesn't hesitate to destroy the Tang family, so naturally he doesn't care about the common people in the world.
But obviously, this is still not enough to persuade Wang Zhice, or to persuade Wang Zhice.
He couldn't even put out the words and threats he really wanted to say.
Tang Thirty-Six's attempt also failed.
There was worry in Xu Yourong's eyes.
In her left hand she holds five stone beads tightly.
These five stone beads were originally the five heavenly book steles in the Zhou Garden, and they were part of Zhou Dufu's great array.
At a certain moment before, there was some kind of fluctuation faintly transmitted from the five stone beads, which let her know the general situation in Zhou Garden.
She knew that Chen Changsheng was facing a choice.
She also knew how Chen Changsheng would choose.
Even before he made his choice.
For Chen Changsheng, this choice was not as difficult as Wang Zhice said.
Because she knew Chen Changsheng well.
The others also knew Chen Changsheng very well.
So he also knew how Chen Changsheng would choose.
Then this means that Chen Changsheng lost.
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Every street and alley in Kyoto, every house, heard the loud noise that followed.
There was a violent air wave by the lake, and the remnant snow, withered yellow grass, and soil were blown away, hitting the walls and trees, making a crackling sound.
The lake water rolled and shook, rolled up thousands of piles of snow, rose through the air, and then fell with a splash.
The entire Orthodox Academy was shrouded in this sudden rainstorm.
Suddenly, two figures appeared in the rainstorm.
Chen Changsheng and Shang Xingzhou.
The sky suddenly brightened for a moment, as if a bolt of lightning appeared.
With the light that illuminated the dark rainstorm, one could vaguely see that Shang Xingzhou's hand had landed on Chen Changsheng's chest.
Chen Changsheng was knocked into the air like a stone, breaking more than a dozen thick trees, and fell into the depths of the woods.
Accompanied by the sound of clicking, the big tree hit the ground, shaking uneasy.
Tang Thirty-Six held the Wenshui sword and was about to rush over, but his left hand hidden in his sleeve clenched a magic weapon.
There was a soft snap.
Wang Zhice's fingers landed between his eyebrows.
Tang Thirty-Six couldn't move anymore.
Suddenly, two golden-red flames appeared in the Herb Garden.
Xu Yourong disappeared in place.
Wang Zhice didn't turn his head, but pointed backwards from the air.
Behind him is the courtyard wall.
A gap several feet wide appeared on the courtyard wall.
The remains of the masonry and wooden doors fell silently to the ground.
The breeze lingers in it, seemingly gentle, but insurmountable.
A pure white feather floated down from the void.
Xu Yourong appeared.
Wang Zhice suddenly sensed something, turned around and looked over.
His gaze didn't fall on Xu Yourong, but behind her.
Baicao Garden is still as quiet as it was hundreds of years ago.
A crutch rested quietly on the edge of the stone table.
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Trees snapped and fresh stubble spread out like flower petals.
Chen Changsheng sat leaning against the broken tree, coughing non-stop.
Shang Xingzhou said, "Do you still insist that the choice is meaningful?"
Chen Changsheng said: "Yes, because how we choose will determine who we are."
Shang Xingzhou was silent.
What Chen Changsheng said was not wrong.
If it was Xu Yourong or Tang Sanshiliu in the Zhou Garden, he would not give the other party a chance to choose.
He let Chen Changsheng make a choice because he knew how Chen Changsheng would choose.
Because of this, Chen Changsheng is Chen Changsheng.
So, the choice makes sense.
But now there is no point in fighting.
Chen Changsheng could still get up, but he was already doomed to be unable to win.
He who chose to leave Zhouyuan was tantamount to giving up his last hope of winning.
Shang Xingzhou's expression was a little numb: "Admit defeat."
Chen Changsheng's tone was very plain: "No."
Shang Xingzhou was silent for a while, holding the hilt of his sword with his right hand.
It wasn't the Wugou Sword, it was his own Dao Sword.
Chen Changsheng was about to get up, but his right hand fell between the broken trees.
Suddenly, his hand touched something hard.
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