So be it, no matter whether it is the end of the song or not, first do the things in front of you well.
Just like what Shang Xingzhou said, before everyone's eyes was Xuelaocheng.
As he got closer to Xuelao City, the distance between Chen Changsheng and that car became closer and closer. Now it was only more than ten miles away, and he could see each other clearly.
It was still a small hillside. There was a dead tree on the hillside, and there were a few jackdaws perched on the tree. There was no red in their eyes, so they probably had never eaten human flesh.
The little car was parked under a tree, and the little Taoist was squatting on the ground, digging something.
Chen Changsheng said suddenly: "I think Bai He lied to you."
Xu Yourong crossed his arms, put on a piece of unlined clothing, looked back, and said, "Why did you lie to me?"
Chen Changsheng hesitated for a while, and said, "I wasn't that good-looking when I was young."
Xu Yourong smiled slightly and said, "Are you jealous?"
Chen Changsheng looked at the small hill in the distance, and gave a soft hum.
Xu Yourong said: "What you looked like when you were young, should only be remembered by your senior brother and that one, just ask if you have a chance."
Unexpectedly, the opportunity will come soon.
In the evening of that day, Shang Xingzhou sent a message to ask Chen Changsheng to come over.
The master and the apprentice ate a few pieces of papaya roasted by the little Taoist priest himself, which was regarded as the last supper, and then they began to talk.
At the beginning of this conversation, they did not talk about the Xuelao City that is close at hand, nor did they talk about the imminent events in Kyoto, nor did they reminisce about the life in the old temple in Xining Town.
The style of this conversation was very similar to Shang Xingzhou's attitude towards the world, and it also had a hint of Chen Changsheng's swordsmanship. There was a deep disdain behind it.
"Baidi once said that no one in this continent would trust me. This is where I am inferior to you."
Shang Xingzhou said: "But that's because you are very young and have infinite possibilities, while I am already old."
There seems to be no logical connection between the two sentences before and after.
Chen Changsheng listened quietly.
"Death is the biggest fear ahead, and it is difficult for anyone to get rid of it."
Shang Xingzhou continued: "In this respect, I am far inferior to you. I am very anxious, so these years, I have rushed some things."
Chen Changsheng confirmed that he understood.
It turned out that behind the disdain, there was something else hidden.
This was an explanation, and could even be understood as an apology. In short, it was impossible for Shang Xingzhou to say it directly.
Old people are like that.
Chen Changsheng suddenly felt a little sad and didn't want to continue this topic.
"I think there's something wrong with this."
Shang Xingzhou wasn't worried at all about the rebellion in the capital, and Chen Changsheng wasn't particularly worried either. What really needed to be concerned about was Xuelao City.
The demons lost too quickly.
Not only their masters and apprentices have this view, but the entire ruling and opposition parties have this feeling.
In the initial plan, the human race was ready to fight for three years or even longer, but now it has been resolved in less than half a year.
This made Chen Changsheng feel a little uneasy.
"The black robe may want to do something, but she will never succeed. People who are used to mysticism don't know what a real strategy is, and will eventually die in the rat hole of mysticism. Three hundred years ago, if it wasn't Wang Zhice is in the way, your uncle and I have already killed her, this person is not worth mentioning."
Shang Xingzhou made a very harsh evaluation of the famous Mozu strategist. Not only because he has the qualifications to comment on each other in terms of strategy and mystery, but also because he and the black robe have fought with each other and faintly echoed each other for hundreds of years, so they are very familiar with each other.
He took out a porcelain bottle and said to Chen Changsheng: "The effect of this medicine is not as good as cinnabar pill, but the preparation is simple. The main ingredient is the ancestral fire from the underground of Baidi City."
Chen Changsheng was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, opened the porcelain vase and smelled it, and said with some doubts, "The golden thread edge in the Changchun Temple?"
Shang Xingzhou said, "Not bad."
Chen Changsheng was puzzled and said: "At first I really thought about using this medicine to control its power, but..."
Shang Xingzhou said: "I taught you your medical skills, can you still surpass me?"
Chen Changsheng was at a loss for words when he heard this, but soon became happy, thinking that it is no wonder that the casualties of the army have decreased a lot this time.
Shang Xingzhou said: "Don't make cinnabar pills anymore, and you're not a woman, so what's the matter if you bleed every month?"
Chen Changsheng was speechless again, and opened his mouth slightly, not knowing what to say.
Seeing him like this, Shang Xingzhou became a little angry for some reason, and said, "It's nothing, let's go."
Still as strict as ever, sometimes very indifferent.
Chen Changsheng suddenly remembered that when he was a child in the old temple in Xining Town, his master's emotions towards him were always swinging between indifference and strictness, just like today's conversation.
It is much better to be harsh than indifferent.
Shang Xingzhou was indifferent to Chen Changsheng when he was a child, because he was afraid that he would fall in love with the little Taoist priest he raised with his own hands.
Because he knew that he was using Chen Changsheng.
Later, he hated Chen Changsheng so much because he hated the part of himself related to Chen Changsheng.
Both of them, master and apprentice, knew about this, they had already mentioned it in the Tianshu Mausoleum at the Orthodox Academy, so there is no need to say it now.
Shang Xingzhou should be very happy now, because he doesn't have to worry about falling in love with the little Taoist priest he raised.
Looking at the little Taoist priest whose face was blackened by the smoke outside the car, Chen Changsheng thought to himself that you are also happy.
Before leaving, he couldn't help asking that question after all.
"Master, was I not good-looking when I was young?"
Shang Xingzhou thought for a while and said, "It's not bad."
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"You two students treat you well."
After Chen Changsheng left the small hill, Mrs. Tang came back from behind the hill.
In the past few days when he came to the front line, Mrs. Tang did not stay with the people of the Tang family, but stayed with Shang Xingzhou every day.
Shang Xingzhou said: "It's not like you don't know how these two little thieves persecuted me ten years ago."
Old Mr. Tang said with emotion: "That's also much more filial than my own grandson, that little beast almost demolished his family's ancestral hall."
Shang Xingzhou glanced at him and said, "What exactly do you want to say?"
Old Mrs. Tang looked at him and asked seriously, "Are you okay?"
Shang Xingzhou was silent for a while, then said, "It's not very good."
Old Mrs. Tang looked at Xuelaocheng under the starlight, and said, "It's already here, you must wait."
Shang Xingzhou said: "The people who sent them away with their own hands didn't see it. Of course I want to see it myself."
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The Terran army did not withdraw southward, and continued to prepare for the final attack. The West Route Army and the East Route Army fanned out to clean up the strongholds and military strongholds outside the city. However, the news of the rebellion could not be completely covered up, and spread quickly. become increasingly tense.
I don’t know if the Demon Lord in Xuelao City knew the news of the civil strife in the human race, and organized several wolf cavalry to counterattack, but was resolutely beaten back by the human army. It is strange that until this time, the demon race The upper management still has no intention of giving up Xuelaocheng, and they don't know what they are thinking.
One morning at five o'clock in the morning, Chen Changsheng woke up with his eyes wide open, took five breaths to meditate, turned over and got up, put on his overshoes, washed his face and rinsed his mouth under the service of Anhua, then walked out of the tent and walked around the hill where the Chinese army camp was located. After a few laps, looking at Xuelaocheng in the mist, I started to stay.
After Tianshu Mausoleum changed his fate against the sky, his life was still simple and healthy, but after all, he no longer strictly abided by the rules and practiced penance as he had done in the past ten years.
In fact, he hadn't woken up this early in a long time.
At six o'clock, Xu Yourong woke up, and the two had breakfast together.
After finishing two bowls of yellow barley porridge, Xu Yourong decided to sleep for a while, and Chen Changsheng felt that he was free, so he decided to go shopping for a while.
The morning sun was rising gradually, and the mist was gradually dissipating. There was a slight vibration on his wrist, and then the sound of Luoluo came from inside.
Chen Changsheng glanced at the gradually clear Xuelao City again, and went to the hillside more than ten miles away.
He stood in front of the car and said, "It's time."
Shang Xingzhou was quiet for a while, and said, "Go to the city."