Old Mr. Lin's face was pale, blood was dripping from his body, but he couldn't cover the dense sword wounds, and he looked extremely miserable.
At this time, he didn't have the appearance of an expert outside the Orthodox Academy before, just like an old beggar, which made people feel pitiful.
"How is this going?"
His voice trembled violently, his eyes were full of inconceivable and shocked emotions, and then he lost his mind.
Until now, he didn't understand what happened when the battle started, why the black stone had such a terrifying weight, or did it come from the divine scepter? But what really shocked and unacceptable to him was what happened afterwards. After Chen Changsheng drew his sword, he didn't find any chance to fight back.
At that moment, the sword light illuminated the library, and the battle ended—Chen Changsheng's sword was too fast, his sword technique was extremely sharp, his sword power was extremely powerful, and his cultivation in the way of the sword had far surpassed his He couldn't figure it out, even if this young man started learning swordsmanship from his mother's womb, it was impossible for him to master swordsmanship to this level in only seventeen years.
And in this battle, Chen Changsheng also displayed some other incredible abilities, such as the amount of his true energy, such as his...
"Perfect Starfield! How is this possible!" Elder Lin looked at Chen Changsheng and shouted sharply.
Chen Changsheng said: "Master may have forgotten some things. Thanks to him, my illness has been cured."
More than 300 faint stars were fading into the depths of his courtyard, and he could vaguely imagine how beautiful the picture would be when those stars lit up at the same time.
He said it was TOEFL, but his expression was very flat, without any gratitude.
But what he said was the truth. At the peak of Tianshuling, the Holy Empress changed his life against the sky and cured his illness.
When he was in Hanshan, he had already successfully gathered stars, and condensed a perfect star field. Now that his illness is cured, his true energy can flow freely, and he has naturally become a perfect star field.
The meridians in his body are extremely smooth, those mountain-like obstructions have all been turned into flat and wild grasslands, and those winding and difficult streams have long been turned into big rivers. For several years, the stars falling from the night sky penetrated the library and entered his body, turning into extremely thick snowfields, and now those snowfields can burn wantonly and flow freely.
Two years ago, when his meridians were blocked, he was able to use his swordsmanship and Taoism to continuously complete boundary-breaking kills. A few days ago, when he was seriously injured, he was able to rely on endless magic tools and methods to kill Su Li. The sword and Zhou Dufu's knife almost killed Zhou Tong's level of powerhouse, let alone now.
It can be said with certainty that the current Chen Changsheng finally has the ability to confront the real strong in a short period of time.
He is no longer the young patient who came to the capital from Xining Town to seek medical treatment and change his life, but a genius who has read through the Taoist scriptures, has a wide range of knowledge, has met a master, and is extremely gifted.
He may still not be able to see clearly what is waiting in front of his destiny, but at least there is no shadow, there is light.
It is very difficult to kill him now, as long as he is an opponent under the sacred domain, even if he loses, he can at least last for a while.
Those who have not thought of this, such as Mr. Lin, will be taught a profound lesson.
Mr. Lin underestimated the enemy and allowed him to strike first, so now he was covered in blood and sat on the ground, so shocked that he lost his mind.
Chen Changsheng walked towards the door of the library with his sword in hand, the starlight was gradually hidden in his clothes.
Elder Lin leaned pale on the half-broken threshold, opened his mouth to breathe out, but found that there was an invisible barrier, isolating the library from the outside world.
The Academy of Orthodox Education has only recruited new students for a year, and it is still far from what it was back then, let alone regaining its previous background and strength. But as the dean, Chen Changsheng can always control several formations.
"You are afraid." Chen Changsheng walked up to him, looked into his eyes, and said with some puzzlement, "So, you are also afraid of death."
Old Mr. Lin was extremely ashamed and angry, and shouted: "If you want to kill, then kill, don't humiliate me."
Chen Changsheng shook his head, and said, "You misunderstood, I really thought you were not afraid of death."
Mr. Lin was stunned.
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said earnestly, "I've read many stories in books. Don't celebrities and loyal ministers like you all feel that righteousness is in their hands, so they don't hesitate to die?"
As he said, it was a misunderstanding, and he didn't intend to humiliate the other party, but this flat tone made Mrs. Lin feel extremely angry, coughing up blood and said sharply: "Wouldn't hesitate to die doesn't mean you won't be afraid of death, as long as you are a human being I'm afraid of death, because there will always be people or things that I can't let go of, such as Your Majesty."
"I'm not afraid." Chen Changsheng said suddenly.
Mr. Lin was stunned, and said, "What did you say?"
Chen Changsheng looked at him and said seriously, "I'm not afraid of death."
The library was quiet again, only the autumn wind gushed in from the broken doors and windows, blowing the pages of the books, exuding the smell of dust over the years, just like his words - this is a kind of feeling that is easy to feel sad Taste, full of hopelessness, and a life without expectations is like a book on the shelf that no one turns over. No matter how rich the content is, it is meaningless.
If it is said that people are afraid of death because they still have some people or things they can't let go of in this world, then he said that he is not afraid of death, or is there nothing he can't let go of
Elder Lin looked at Chen Changsheng, but did not find any emotional fluctuations on his face.
He is seventeen years old, just in his youth, but he is as quiet as an old well, autumn water, fallen leaves, dead wood, and heavy.
Elder Lin suddenly felt pity and sympathy for him, and didn't say anything more.
Chen Changsheng said something unexpected.
"Come on, I won't kill you."
Mr. Lin narrowed his pupils, looked at him and said coldly, "If you want to kill me, this is the best chance, even your last chance."
Chen Changsheng understood what he meant.
Mr. Lin is a true strongman who is at the pinnacle of star gathering, even almost holy. If he used that black stone to suddenly attack him because he underestimated the enemy, he would never have ended up in such a fate.
If he let the other party go at this time and meet again in the future, Mr. Lin will definitely not be like this. The difference in strength between the two will prevent him from having any chance.
"In the future... maybe it will be difficult for us to meet again." He looked at Mr. Lin and said, "Please take good care of my brother."
Mr. Lin was silent for a long time, and said, "It seems that you know very well what will happen today."
Chen Changsheng didn't speak.
Mr. Lin said: "The dean of the business has gone to the Li Palace. After today, you will no longer be the successor of the Pope. No one will help you. You will face the pressure of the whole world. Because of your position, what happened in Kyoto in the past three years Things will make many people uncomfortable, and those people are the winners this time."
Yes, neither the princes of the Chen family nor the Tianhai family nor the courtiers would be willing to see Chen Changsheng in the capital.
Because of the problem of benefit distribution, because of the problem of location, there is another problem that no one has said.
Seeing Chen Changsheng, people could easily think of the Holy Empress.
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The library is very quiet.
Mr. Lin's figure gradually disappeared, and Chen Changsheng never spoke again.
This battle with no spectators and no record, few people will think of it in the future, let alone mention it, and naturally it has not been recorded in the history books. But in fact, this battle is very important. It was Chen Changsheng who came to the capital. Finally, the most perfect battle was also the foundational battle for him to become a real strong man.
He won and could have killed the opponent, but no, because the old man was loyal to his brother, because he just wanted to defeat the opponent.
He just wanted to win once, to feel once, what it would be like to be himself without disease, what it would be like to be alive without thinking about death.
As for other things, it really doesn't matter.
Those people want the body of the Holy Queen, but he will not give it.
Those people knew that he would not give it, so they wanted to use this matter to accuse them of crimes. It was best to kill them directly, and he didn't care.
So be it.
He looked at the sky above the Orthodox Academy, and vaguely saw the traces of several red eagles flying by.
Heavy hooves sounded outside the Orthodox Academy, like heavy rain, like thunder.
The Xuanjia heavy cavalry began to charge.
Nanxizhai's sword array was naturally invincible.
Not to mention, in the autumn forest of the Orthodox Academy, there are so many chilling auras, but I don't know whether it is the Qing Dynasty official department or the assassin of the military department.
In the next moment, countless people would flood into the Orthodox Academy, destroying all the forests, lakes, big banyan trees, and pavilions here.
Chen Changsheng did not accept it.
He took out a letter from his pocket.
After tearing this letter, many people will die, and then, he probably deserves to die too.
But he was very calm and composed, and the hand holding the envelope did not tremble, as if he didn't care about all of this.
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