Before the fog, Taoist Ji stopped. Yu Ren is a little lame in one leg, but if he is not climbing a steep mountain path, he seldom uses a stick at ordinary times. Unaccustomed to holding the cane under his left armpit, he gestured with both hands in front of him and asked, "The result of the grand court exam should be over, right? I don't know how the younger brother is doing now."
Taoist Ji's expression was sober and detached, his eyebrows and eyes were the same as before, no signs of aging could be seen, seeing the worried look vaguely visible on Yu Ren's brows, he smiled and patted his head without saying anything.
The others gestured and asked, "Master, when are we going to the capital?"
Taoist Ji said: "When you need to go back to the capital, you will go naturally."
The rest of the people didn't notice that he used Hui characters when he said he was going to Kyoto.
This is the most remote and wild mountain in the Eastern Continent. Monsters and beasts are rampant, and there are few people. , where can I find this pair of master and apprentice
The frequency of those small voices in the fog became higher and higher, and there were more faint movements, and then more than ten powerful auras appeared, which should be some extremely powerful monsters.
Taoist Ji didn't want to face those picky bastards face to face, so he frowned slightly and said, "Open the way."
Yu Ren stepped forward as he said, and shouted at the thick fog at the end of the mountain road.
Half of his tongue was broken, so he couldn't speak like a normal person, but that didn't mean he couldn't make a sound, only a shrill whistling sound burst out from between his lips.
Like Xiao, it was actually a word, a monosyllabic word that contained infinite information, and it was also the kind of word Chen Changsheng used when communicating with the black dragon in the underground space: Dragon Language.
The others let out a clear howl, and the howling sound broke through the air, disappeared into the clouds and mist without causing any ripples, but the next moment, the crushing coercion contained in the howling sound spread along the clouds and mist to all directions of the mountains, those The monster hidden in the depths of the cloud made a low cry of fear and unease, expressing its surrender and pleading guilty. Accompanied by the sound of friction, it disappeared as quickly as possible, and the cloud returned to silence.
Farther away from Kyoto, there is a white desert. In the middle of the desert, there is a city made of stones. The city wall is tens of kilometers in diameter, and it looks very spectacular.
Millions of people are kneeling in the desert outside Stone City. Their knees and foreheads have been in contact with the hot white sand scorched by nine suns for a long time, giving off a faint burnt smell, but it cannot be seen on their faces. Seeing any expression of pain, there is only absolute calm, and they can't hear any sound, only absolute silence, like a peaceful and terrifying ocean, a sea of people.
In the front of the crowd was a high platform made of wood, and there were countless blue leaves on the edge of the wooden platform, which formed a sharp contrast with the desolate, hot and monotonous scene around.
In the middle of the wooden platform stood an orthographic symbol with a strong religious meaning, and it was emitting a faint holy light as millions of believers prayed silently.
A middle-aged man stood in front of that religious symbol, quietly looking at the millions of people kneeling in front of him. His clothes should be that of a religious monk. He was already middle-aged, and there were a few faint lines at the corners of his eyes. But it is difficult to damage his perfect face. The most charming thing is his eyes. There is infinite compassion and love in those quiet eyes, as if he can see infinitely far, as if he can see everything.
He raised the staff in his hand and faced this sinister world with a smile.
Millions of people on the white desert stood up and shouted: "Everyone is home!"
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It's early spring in Kyoto and it's still cold. The early spring in Xuelao City was extremely cold, and the wind and snow blew in the streets and alleys of the city like wind and sand, making it impossible to open your eyes.
The demons like the night, the tranquility, the blood, and the killing. The latter is the heart, so the artists of the demons and the hidden houses of the royals can always see paintings with large blocks of color or strange and twisted lines. The tone of the entire Xuelao City is gray, tranquil and even numb. People walking in the city also like to wear black robes, and it is difficult to tell who they are from a distance.
A demon walks in the wind and snow wearing a black robe. The black robe on him is very ordinary, a little old, and there are even tears at the edge of the hem, but at least it is a different black robe.
The black robe appeared and disappeared in the violent snowstorm. Even if you stared at it with your eyes, it was difficult to determine the position until he walked out of Snow Old City and stood on the glacier to the south.
The cold wind was blowing, and the corner of the hat was lifted, revealing the side face of the demon. The face was extremely pale, as if it had not been exposed to the sun for many years, as if it had just been seriously ill, as if it had no temperature, and it seemed to be completely lifeless. A palpitating sense of death.
The demon looked in the direction of the southern capital, and was silent for a long time, the corners of his lips curled up slightly, and there was hidden pleasure in his indifferent voice: "After all, you can't continue to ignore his existence."
After Luoluo moved to Li Palace, no one lived in Baicao Garden. The teenagers from the Orthodox Academy were all going to take part in the imperial examination, and there was no one here. The new door on the wall was pushed open, so naturally no one noticed.
The black sheep came out of the door and walked towards the lake. There was still snow on the grass by the lake, and the grass branches were yellow and decayed. It was a little puzzled, thinking that the grass that the boy fed him half a year ago did not taste like this.
The Holy Empress also came to the Orthodox Academy.
This is the first time she has come to the Orthodox Academy in more than ten years.
In the Baicao Garden earlier, she remembered His Majesty Taizong's massacre of the royal family there. Now standing in the Orthodox Academy, she remembered her own massacre of the old school of the Orthodox Church.
After His Majesty Taizong passed away, she killed many people because many people opposed her. Since she began to review the memorials on behalf of His Majesty, those people began to oppose her, until more than ten years ago, when His Majesty was in pain on the sickbed , Those people still don't care about anything, they only think about opposing her.
Anyone who dared to oppose her would be killed by her in the end. She killed so many people for hundreds of years, until she killed so many people in the Orthodox Academy more than ten years ago, and finally no one dared to stand up against her.
She knew her hands were covered in blood, but she didn't care. It's just that after many years, she went to the Orthodox Academy and looked at the old garden that was no longer in ruins. She naturally thought of those days when she kept killing people.
There was no unpleasantness in such recollections, but there was no joy in them either.
Especially among those killed by her, many of them were people she admired very much. Those people were brave, honest, capable, outstanding, excellent, resolute, and noble. She had given many opportunities to those people, but those people did not Give her a chance, even force her to kill herself.
Because those people want to prove to the world that she is a brutal ruler.
The holy empress looked towards the direction of the palace, thinking about what happened before, she felt a little chilled and chilled.
One autumn rain and one cold.
Pope actually made a move.
She used to think that Chen Changsheng was here, but now she realized that was not the case, so she really wanted to ask those people, where do you want to go? Are you going to start forcing me to kill again
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Big people have big people's considerations, and small people don't need to think about big people's considerations. Chen Changsheng doesn't care how many people are paying attention to the big court exam, paying attention to himself. Just like what he and Luoluo said, he only cares about whether he can get it. The first place on the list, can you enter Lingyan Pavilion
Before this incident, the invasion of the demons was a trivial matter, let alone other things. So he prepared for the last battle very patiently, listening silently and attentively to the tactics Tang Sanshiliu arranged for him.
Tang Thirty-Six looked at him and said with an unprecedented seriousness: "First move people with emotion, then convince them with reasoning, finally overwhelm them with power, and finally hit people. Three sentences, three methods, the order is very important, I hope it will play a certain role, of course, if that poor scholar is still reticent, I still suggest that you think about it, what kind of way to admit defeat will look more honorable."
Luo Luo said in a low voice, "Sir, try to bribe him."
Tang Thirty-Six sneered and said, "That's Gou Hanshi, a scholar who considers himself a gentleman, how could he be bribed? He's not a poor boy like Zhexiu who has never seen money."
Zhexiu was on the stretcher beside the poplar tree, the blood on his body gradually stopped, and he regained his energy a bit. Hearing Tang Sanshiliu's words, he remained expressionless and did not speak.
Luo Luo leaned close to Chen Changsheng's ear and whispered something in a low voice. Chen Changsheng was a little surprised and didn't want to accept it, but he couldn't stop her from stuffing the thing over.
Tang Sanshiliu couldn't help but twitch the corners of his lips when he looked at the thing that Luo Luo stuffed into his arms. Then he looked at himself and found that he couldn't find anything of the same quality. After thinking about it, He untied the Wenshui sword from his waist and handed it over.
"I have a sword myself, what do I need yours for?" Chen Changsheng said puzzled.
Tang Thirty-Six looked into his eyes and said, "My Tang family's sect sword is just like Qijian's Discipline Hall Fa sword. It's not suitable for the list of hundreds of weapons, but it doesn't mean it's weak. You can hold it on the list. By my side, I can block a blow for you at a critical moment, even if it’s not needed, and it’s not too heavy, wouldn’t it still tire you?”
Chen Changsheng knew what he meant, and he couldn't resist, so he took it after thinking about it.
"It makes sense." Luoluo was reminded by Tang Thirty-Six, without hesitation, she untied the Luoyu whip wrapped around her waist, and handed it to Chen Changsheng.
Xuanyuan Po touched his whole body with his generous palms, but he didn't find anything interesting, not even a talisman representing peace, so he couldn't help being a little frustrated.
Chen Changsheng patted his upper arm and said with a smile, "You cook tonight."
Xuanyuan Po smiled foolishly, and said: "If you win, add two spoonfuls of salt."
Chen Changsheng thought about it, if he really got the first place in the Grand Examination, he would eat more oil and salt, and drink two or three cups of small wine, it seems that it wouldn't hurt.
He was about to leave Linpan when he suddenly thought of something, looked back at Zhexiu on the stretcher and said, "Regardless of victory or defeat, I will try my best to give you that thing."
Zhexiu looked at him expressionlessly and said, "You want to win."
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Chen Changsheng walked into the dust washing building.
Gou Hanshi was already in the arena, standing quietly, the cloth shirt on his body was washed a little white, and the sword by his waist could not be seen to be expensive or not, just like his own.