The dense wind and snow fell silently, and the surrounding area of the abandoned well was quiet. The trees in Beixinqiao had lost all their leaves, and the trunks were covered with snow, like sentinels with guns. The Holy Empress looked towards the Orthodox Academy with her hands behind her back. After a moment of silence, she said, "The imperial examination is about to begin. What do you think?"
"The Pope accepted His Royal Highness Luoluo into the academy according to your wishes, but he made no other statement."
Mo Yu looked at the side face of the empress, and said softly: "Actually, in my opinion, the easiest way is to kill Chen Changsheng directly. Why would there be so much trouble?"
The turmoil caused by the Orthodox Academy was not brought up soon after the Queen Empress expressed her opinion, but Mo Yu believed that the empress did not want to use this to show her tolerance and tolerance, but wanted to wait for those who were hiding behind the Orthodox Academy. Everyone stood up - Niang Niang knew everything in the world well, so if you came to ask her at this time, you must just want to see her attitude, so her attitude must be firm enough.
To her surprise, the Holy Queen did not show any appreciation for her firm and even cold attitude. Instead, the corners of her lips slightly curled up, showing a mocking smile, and said, "How boring is it to act like this? Besides, kill him." , How do you sleep peacefully? You must know that the smell on the pillow and bedding will dissipate after all."
Mo Yu was flustered when he heard the words, thinking how to explain this matter
The Holy Empress didn't give her a chance to explain, she turned to look at her, and said with a half smile but not a smile: "Did you imprison him in the Tong Palace on the night of the Ivy Banquet?"
Mo Yu suddenly felt that today's snow was a little bit cold, so he didn't dare to hesitate, and replied: "Yes."
The Holy Queen didn't look at the abandoned well again, and said, "That's a good place."
Mo Yu didn't dare to speak anymore, bowed his head respectfully and humbly, supported her hand, and walked towards the palace.
Trapping Chen Changsheng in the Tong Palace that night at the Ivy Banquet was something she did at the request of a certain important person. As for why Chen Changsheng was able to escape, did he really enter the bottom of the cold pool and meet that taboo, Mo Yu didn't know. I didn't know, and I didn't dare to know, because no matter what, it was her reason.
The empress did not say she was satisfied or dissatisfied with her arrangement, but since she mentioned it, it was a warning.
Everyone in the Zhou court knows that Mo Yu is the second most powerful woman in the world, possessing unimaginable wealth and power. She occasionally gets up and puts red makeup on her eyebrows, which can revive a trend that has been silent for hundreds of years , but she herself is very clear that all this comes from the empress's gift or consent.
Once the empress starts to doubt her, she will lose everything and die without a place to bury her.
Today's wind and snow is really cold, the knuckles of her holding the empress are a little white, and her lips are also very pale, without a trace of blood.
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Chen Changsheng woke up on the bed of the Orthodox Academy.
His face was extremely pale, and his lips were also very pale, with no trace of blood visible.
But his body was covered with blood, the shoulders, chest and fingernails were full of coagulated blood, which was particularly dazzling and terrifying compared with the snow-white bedding.
Looking at the roof, he opened his eyes and remained silent until the time of five breaths passed and his breathing gradually became steady, then he slowly turned sideways, supported the edge of the bed with his left hand, and sat up slowly.
He sat by the bed for another five breaths, and when his heartbeat gradually returned to normal, he got up and walked to the mirror.
He looked at the blood-soaked boy in the mirror and remained silent for a long time.
It feels good to be alive.
It's a really good feeling to walk around the edge of death and then come back to the world.
He couldn't remember exactly what happened in the underground space. He only knew that when the stars started to burn, his consciousness fell into an abyss. In that abyss, there were burning flames and high-temperature smoke and dust. , horrific tearing and unbearable pain, and despair.
He felt as if he was having a dream, but he knew it was real. He is still in a trance, subconsciously raised his sleeves and smelled it, and there were blood stains all over his clothes. Although there was no pungent smell of blood, it was unbearable for him who likes to be clean. things.
He thought it was his own blood, but he still couldn't bear it, so he started to take a bath, and after washing many times, he finally confirmed that all the blood was washed away. He took a big towel to wipe off the water droplets on his body, walked to the mirror, and prepared Open the window and let in some clean air from the winter snow.
When he walked past the big mirror, he suddenly stopped and looked into the mirror.
In the mirror, the young man looked very ordinary with his upper body naked. But he found something very unusual.
There are very few people in this world like him who understand his body very clearly—because of his illness, he has always paid attention to these aspects—he remembers very clearly that on the top of his left arm, when a senior brother gave him acupuncture A scar left on the hand. But now, that scar is gone, and the left upper arm is smooth.
Only then did he notice that his skin had become much smoother, just like a newborn baby. What made him even more puzzled was that even though he had suffered such a serious injury, he couldn't find a single scar on his body. Even the old scars left before had all disappeared, even the slightest.
Could it be that this is marrow washing? From spring to now, part of the starlight absorbed from the distant life star, in the process of becoming true essence, helped me to wash my marrow successfully
The ecstasy of getting what he wished did not arise in his heart, because he was very dazed at this moment and was still in a trance stage.
He looked at the boy in the mirror, frowning and thinking seriously.
Thinking is the most calming and sober thing. He became more and more awake and remembered more and more things. Until the end, he finally remembered that the moment before he fell into a coma, he should have been in the cold underground space in front of Senior Black Dragon, how could he have returned to the Orthodox Academy when he woke up
He looked at the slightly damp towel and rubbed it gently with his hands to confirm that the wetness was real.
He walked to the window and looked at the palace wall in the depths of the winter forest. He thought that coming out of the underground space would be the pond. If the black sheep hadn't tried to find a way to send him back to the Orthodox Academy, the only one who could do this would be It should be the middle-aged woman, who is that woman
What happened in the underground space before? Why are you still alive? Could it be that he really succeeded in washing his marrow
He stood by the window in silence for a long time, finally made a decision, walked back to the bed, lifted all the quilts, sat cross-legged on it, closed his eyes, and began to meditate inwardly.
That hopeless and full abyss started when he started to sit and look at himself. Now that he survived, he did not hesitate to sit and look at himself again, because life was very important to him, but he could not accept being confused. Living in a daze, he needs to figure out what state he is in now.
His spiritual consciousness entered his body and began to roam again, but now that he has experience, this roaming is no longer aimless observation, but more like patrolling his own territory. It didn't take long for his spiritual consciousness to come When we arrived at the snowfield thousands of miles away, we looked at the ground from a high altitude.
He closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, and his face was as pale as snow.
He was very nervous, very worried that his consciousness would fall directly on the snow field like last time, and ignite that terrifying fire again.
Even if his will is as strong as his, he definitely doesn't want to endure that kind of pain again.
Fortunately, this time his spiritual consciousness did not drop, and nothing special happened.
The Wanli Snowfield is still the Wanli Snowfield. His spiritual sense noticed that there was a piece of snowfield burning without a trace in the corner, turning into dozens of trickles flowing towards the south, nourishing the desolate wilderness all the way, but those streams It is too thin, and the mountains are broken, so the so-called water system cannot be formed at all.
Those trickles should be true essence, because of the special circumstances of his meridians, they cannot communicate with each other like ordinary practitioners, and can only exist in a small area.
Chen Changsheng opened his eyes and began to think.
His current situation seems to be similar to Luoluo's, but it's actually very different.
Luoluo's body is extremely rich in true energy, but compared to humans, the meridians of the monster race are very simple, so it is difficult to use them to practice human exercises. His real energy is pitifully low now, and his meridians are cut off, so it is even more difficult to practice exercises. However, there is a certain similarity between the two.
He has been thinking about the problem of meridians for these years, which is why he solved Luoluo's problem in just a few months, and the process of solving Luoluo's problem is actually a preparation for him to solve his own problems now. How to practice, he has already arranged.
Yes, the amount of true essence in his body is indeed not much now, and the meridian is indeed broken, but it does not mean that he cannot practice.
He walked to the window, looked at the most conspicuous cloud pine in the winter forest by the lake, adjusted his breath for a moment, and grasped the hilt of the dagger.
With a clear sound of "Zeng", the short sword was unsheathed, and a scattered and solid sword intent, from the window of the second floor, went towards that place.
The first form of Zhong Shan's Wind and Rain Sword was pale yellow.
But he didn't have Zhongshan Fengyujian's real energy operation method, but used the simulation method he taught Luoluo.
This was the first time Chen Changsheng used his true energy. From this moment on, he began to call himself a cultivator, or a cultivator.
If anyone had the same experience as him, he should be extremely happy at this time, and even burst into tears, but he didn't, just like when he confirmed the flow of true energy in his body just now, he didn't seem calm like a fifteen-year-old more like a 500-year-old senior cultivator.
Because practice has never been his goal, but only his means, and because he has thought about the current scene countless times, and he has become numb after thinking about it too many times.
As the sword intent pierced through the air, his face instantly turned pale, and he hummed softly, feeling a little painful.
The cloud pine in the distance remained motionless, the stone platform outside the window was broken, and several stones shot into the house like powerful arrows, shot into the wall with a muffled sound, and one of them hit his left arm.
According to the method taught by Luoluo, there are still some problems. It is really not that easy to find the passage again.
Chen Changsheng shook his head, turned around and prepared to take the medicine powder to bandage his left arm.
Although his true energy is weak, it is difficult to truly exert the power of Zhongshan Fengyujian, but after all, he uses his true energy to control the sword, and the power of those splashed stones is not much worse than that of ordinary feather arrows. The wall, of course, could easily injure his left arm.
He should be more careful in the future, he said to himself.
Then he discovered that his left arm was not injured at all, not even a single hair was broken.
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