In the eyes of the world, His Holiness the Pope's trust and love for Chen Changsheng is indescribable, even somewhat inexplicable. Logically speaking, Chen Changsheng should of course act according to his will, but in fact, from the military village to Xunyang City, Chen Changsheng has done a lot No matter from which angle you look at things that go against the will of the Pope, His Excellency the Pope should be a little disappointed, at least he will ask some reasons.
His Excellency the Pope didn't ask, he looked at Chen Changsheng quietly and said, "It's really hard to imagine that senior brother would teach a student like you."
Chen Changsheng was stunned. He suddenly realized that his impression of Master was actually very vague. What kind of person is Master? In the eyes of the Pope, what should the students he teaches look like? He didn't know the answer, but he knew with certainty that the Pope's words were correct, because he was not taught by his master, but by his brother...
Thinking of the old temple in Xining Town, the fog behind the mountain and the voices in the fog, as well as his brothers and wild flowers, he was a little lost in thought.
His Excellency the Pope looked at him and smiled calmly, thinking that at such a time, anyone should be nervous, but it turns out that the little guy still has time to think about other things, which is really amazing.
"Sit down." He said to Chen Changsheng.
Chen Changsheng hummed, and sat in the chair obediently and obediently. He didn't lean on the back of the chair, and he didn't deliberately touch his buttocks. In short, he was really honest, without any deliberate intentions.
His Excellency the Pope pointed to the teapot.
Chen Changsheng understood, picked up the teapot and filled the teacup in front of the Pope, thought for a while, filled the teacup in front of himself, and then started to lose his mind again.
Because he thought of those two nights in the Herb Garden, that small table, and the woman who sat opposite him drinking tea and had nothing to say.
The Pope put down his teacup and said casually, "Tell me about the things in the Zhou Garden."
Say whatever you want, and listen to whatever you want, because one thing is for sure, there is no Su Li in the Zhou Garden.
"In Zhou Garden... I met a girl." Chen Changsheng subconsciously said.
The Pope was slightly taken aback, and asked, "Huh?"
Chen Changsheng came to his senses at this moment, feeling a little hot on his face, and hurriedly described the events in Zhou Garden in detail, from the time he got the yellow paper umbrella at the Tang family in Wenshui to Zhou Dufu's mausoleum , basically there is nothing missing, but some details that are irrelevant to major events, such as the girl, he naturally won't mention it, and for some reason, he didn't mention the two broken swords in Zhou Lingli and the lost Tianshu tablet …
The skylight leaked from the eaves of the hall and fell on the smooth jade floor, illuminating the ground into many grids, like a chessboard.
His Excellency the Pope sat in the chair, looked at the ground and was silent for a long time.
Zhou Ling, Zhetian Sword, Yellow Paper Umbrella, Li Mountain, Sword Pond, Beast Tide, this story of hundreds of years, the chance between the two worlds, after listening to it, he couldn't help feeling a little bit emotional.
"It turns out... the sword pond is the sea of swords, the grassland on which the sun never sets, and that person's tomb is also inside."
The voice of the Pope resounded in the quiet temple.
As the supreme saint of the human world, his grasp of this world is far beyond the imagination of ordinary people, but until today, he did not know that there are so many secrets hidden in the grassland he saw many years ago.
"The black sarcophagus in Zhouling is empty." Naturally, Chen Changsheng would not forget this very important detail.
His Excellency the Pope smiled and said nothing. The life and death of that person is a mystery to many people, but time is the most powerful thing in the world after all. Today, he no longer cares much about it.
Relatively speaking, the Pope is more concerned about other things: "So, those swords are in your hands now?"
Without any hesitation, Chen Changsheng untied the dagger from his waist and held it with both hands.
At the Liziyuan Inn, when Tang Sanshiliu wanted to take his sword, he refused, but now he can't refuse, because the Pope is the Pope and his uncle.
The swords in the sword pool are in his hands, and there is no way to hide this matter. When he fought against the god general Xue He in the wilderness, those swords had already appeared.
"Do you know what this scabbard is?" His Excellency the Pope asked while looking at him without taking the dagger.
Chen Changsheng shook his head.
The Pope was a little emotional and said, "This was the treasure of the Orthodox Academy back then, but it disappeared in the bloody fire. It turned out that it was taken away by your master."
Chen Changsheng didn't know what to say.
"Brother and I are classmates, even the same school. Speaking of it, his cultivation talent and wisdom are always far above mine, but in the end it was I who succeeded the Pope, and he went to the Orthodox Academy to be the dean."
The Pope looked at the sky outside the temple, and the sea of stars in his eyes was slowly growing and fading, like clouds and time: "Because his obsession is too strong, don't learn from him."
Chen Changsheng still didn't know what to say. He didn't know the real inside story about what happened in the Orthodox Academy until today. Even if he knew, he was not qualified to speak.
"What about the swords in the sword pool?"
"Li Gong will issue an edict to the world, those sects that still have descendants, register first, and then return the swords to them. As for the sects whose inheritance has been broken, you will keep those swords yourself."
Chen Changsheng understood that with such an arrangement, after Xingyao Tianshu Mausoleum, he would make another great contribution to the human world, and the criticism brought about by the deaths of Liang Xiaoxiao and Zhuang Huanyu would be greatly alleviated, saying : "It's all up to your arrangement."
There is no respectful title, no pulling the sleeves to call the uncle, just saying you softly, which is already a certain kind of progress, a kind of progress that finally returns to the natural and intimate world of the teacher's school.
The Pope was very satisfied and said to him, "Go and have a good rest."
Looking at his expression, the pope understood what he was worried about, and said, "Zhexiu will come out soon."
From the beginning to the end, His Excellency the Pope did not ask him anything related to Su Li.
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When he returned to Kyoto for the first time, there was no way he could have a good rest. After leaving the Palace, he could not go back to the Orthodox Academy, and had no way to visit Zhexiu, so Chen Changsheng was taken to the Bishop's Office by Cleric Xin.
A row of red maples should be like fire, but in late spring and early summer, they are thick green and emerald, just like the building behind the maple tree, which has the dual identity of an imperial education institution and a state education cultural hall.
In the deepest part of the church hall, in a room full of plum blossoms, Mei Lisha sat behind the table with her eyes closed, as if she hadn’t slept yet. The age spots on her face became more and more clear, just like the pot of rouge plums on the table. . Standing in front of the table, Chen Changsheng looked at the bishop through the pot of rouge plums, feeling a little complicated.
Compared with the Pope, the Bishop of Merisa has no relationship with him. Logically speaking, he should be more unfamiliar, but for some reason, he always feels that the Bishop is really good to him, no matter whether it is a big dynasty or not. Whether it was a test or a trip to Zhouyuan, the archbishop of Meilisha provided him with a lot of convenience and help. Although sometimes, those things would make him feel a little stressed, but the real reason for his complicated mood was not this, but the Your Excellency the Bishop is growing old.
Chen Changsheng didn't know about Archbishop Meilisha's realm, but based on his qualifications and influence in the state religion, which could rival His Excellency the Pope, and the attitude of Zhu Luo and others towards him, he should be able to imagine that he was far from the sacred realm. It shouldn't be far. It is very common for priests of this realm to live over eight hundred years, just like other ascetics. A few wrinkles, absolutely no weak old state, only in the final stage of life, will you think about the issue of descendants, leave blood, and then grow old rapidly at an unimaginable speed.
Death is as quiet and beautiful as autumn leaves? No, it's more like a fruit falling in the wind.
During this year, the entire continent knew that Archbishop Merisa was getting old.
This means that the Archbishop's days in the world are numbered, and he may return to the Star Sea at any time.
Rouge Meili is so gorgeous, it seems that the plum blossoms in the room are not in late spring, but at any time of spring, summer, autumn and winter, any time suitable for plum blossoms to bloom.
Compared with the room full of suits, the bishop's age is even more shocking.
Chen Changsheng felt a little sad.
At this moment, the bishop opened his eyes, looked at him and smiled, and said, "Come here."
Chen Changsheng walked up to him as he said.
Mei Lisha looked at him and said with emotion: "I am very happy to know that you are still alive, but at the same time feel a little sad."
Chen Changsheng couldn't understand this sentence, and for some reason, a lot of uneasiness and even fear suddenly arose in his heart.
"Since Su Li is not dead, you still have to turn your eyes back and focus on the capital, just like you still have to return to the capital after all."
Mei Lisha said: "The Boiled Stone Conference is next year. I don't know if I can still see it, but at least I can watch your year."
Chen Changsheng wanted to say something to comfort him, but found that he was not good at it, so he lowered his head with some self-blame.
Mei Lisha looked at him and said calmly, "This year is very important to you."
Chen Changsheng said, "I don't understand."
"You have to mature as soon as possible."
After saying these words, Mei Lisha's expression became a little heavy, and her eyes became a little dim, but then they were as bright as before: "Trust me, you and we will win in the end."
Chen Changsheng really couldn't understand, and thought to himself, who is this fight with? With the Holy Empress? Even if it is, what strength does he have to participate in this level of battle
"The issue between the state religion and the empress is still the position in the palace."
Mei Lisha stood up with some difficulty, led Chen Changsheng to the window, looked in the direction of the palace not far away, and said, "In this struggle, you will play a very important role."
Chen Changsheng said, "Just because I am... teacher's student? Does that represent an attitude of supporting the royal family?"
Mei Lisha said with emotion: "Of course it's more than that."
The bishop did not give a more detailed explanation, because this matter is difficult to explain, or even impossible to explain, and because the door was knocked just right at this time.
After the door was pushed open, a person that Chen Changsheng could not have expected appeared.
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