Tianliang Wang Po finally showed up in the capital.
Looking at the man in Tsing Yi outside the door, Chen Changsheng understood why he met Xiao Zhang here.
The person who understands you best in the world is often not your friend, but your enemy.
It's a cliché, and a cliché that's often true.
In the entire capital, no one would have thought that Wang Po would come to the Wei Mansion, only Xiao Zhang thought of it, so he sneaked into the Wei Mansion and waited, but he didn't expect that it was Chen Changsheng who came first.
Wang Po looked at Chen Changsheng in Wei Xue, a little surprised, and then smiled.
With this smile, the drooping eyebrows were raised upwards, as if the sun was piercing through the clouds, which was heartbreaking.
So you are here too.
It's a good feeling to be in the same place.
Chen Changsheng and Wang Po are indeed of the same kind, they often walk the same path, and often go to the same place.
Whether it's an abyss full of shadows of death, a divine kingdom above the sea of stars, a heavily guarded imperial palace, or an unknown Wei mansion, it really doesn't matter.
Wang Po sent an invitation to Chen Changsheng: "One way?"
"Okay." Chen Changsheng accepted the invitation without hesitation, and walked out of the mansion. His right hand shook slightly, and blood dripped from the sword into the snow, like plum blossoms.
Xiao Zhang was very annoyed, looked at the two and shouted: "Hey!"
Holding an iron spear in his hand, he stood amidst the wind and snow, with a blatant and violent aura rising to the sky.
However, Wang Po didn't even look at him. Chen Changsheng glanced back at him, bowed his hands in salute, then turned around and continued walking.
Wang Po's ignorance and Chen Changsheng's indifference made Xiao Zhang unable to control his emotions anymore, and shouted: "Ahhhhhh! I'm so pissed off!"
His cry was ugly, hoarse and somewhat sharp, like a crow in the desert that had not been able to drink water for many days.
At this time, Chen Changsheng had already walked outside the Wei residence, and stood with Wang Po.
Hearing Xiao Zhang's strange cry, Wang Po's eyebrows drooped again, and he asked helplessly, "What exactly do you want to do?"
From a very young age, he and geniuses like Xiao Zhang, Liang Wangsun, Xun Mei, and Xiao De have often played against each other, sometimes in the court test, sometimes in the stone cooking conference, sometimes in Zhouyuan, Sometimes in Tianshu Mausoleum, sometimes in Yonglanguan, sometimes in Xunyang City, although they are rivals and enemies, they are even more familiar than family members.
"What do I want to do? Of course I want to fight with you!"
Xiao Zhang shouted in a deep voice, the white paper on his face rose up with the wind and snow, making a rattling sound, which was very shocking.
However, Wang Po was still calm, even a little dull, and he didn't feel like facing an enemy at all.
He didn't know what he was thinking, but he thought about it seriously for a while, and then said to Xiao Zhang: "You can't beat me."
It's the truth, so it hurts all the more.
Xiao Zhang was furious, as if the iron gun he was holding in his right hand was about to be strangled.
Before he could make a move, Wang Po continued, "And I have other things to do today. If you insist on making a move, I might not keep it."
Xiao Zhang laughed back angrily, and said in a hoarse voice, "Could it be that you kept your hand in the past twenty years?"
Wang Po said: "In the past, even if you didn't hold back, it was difficult to kill you on the spot, but today is different."
Xiao Zhang shouted, "What's the difference?"
Wang Po said: "Now we are two people, you will die."
Xiao Zhang's breath was stagnant.
It's still true, so it's still hurtful and hard to answer.
Xiao Zhang really did not expect that Chen Changsheng would appear in the Wei residence.
If it was Wang Po, even if he was defeated, he would not be afraid.
If it was Chen Changsheng, he was absolutely confident that he could pick him out of the gun.
But if his opponent is Wang Po and Chen Changsheng, then he really has no chance of winning, and it is really possible that he will die.
However, this is not in line with Wang Po's behavior, just like he disappeared when he entered the capital.
He looked at Wang Po and shouted: "You are actually willing to join hands with others?"
Wang Po said: "I joined hands with him in Xunyang City. What's more, what I have to do today is more important, so I can't be blocked by you."
Xiao Zhang asked: "What on earth are you going to do? You should be very clear that as long as you walk on the street, everyone will come to kill you."
"I'm going to kill Zhou Tong."
Wang Po's answer was very calm and frank: "I thought you already knew."
Ever since Wang Po appeared, Chen Changsheng hadn't spoken a word.
Although his current status is not weaker than Wang Po and Xiao Zhang, but out of respect for his predecessors, he is willing to keep silent.
Xiao Zhang didn't leave him behind, and asked, "Why do you have to kill Zhou Tong?"
Chen Changsheng's answer was very serious: "It's like killing Wei Shilang. Only in this way can we tell the world that doing so is wrong, so that there will be fewer people and things like this in the world."
Wang Po was very relieved and said, "That's right, it's wrong to be ungrateful, and it's also wrong for a seller to seek glory. Since you have done something wrong, you have to pay the price."
"Seller? Tianhai Empress is not a good person, why didn't I see you come to kill her?" Xiao Zhang sneered.
Wang Po said: "Because I'm not sure about killing Tianhai, so I don't have the courage."
Xiao Zhang said: "Now you are sure to kill Zhou Tong?"
Wang Po said: "Yes, because my knife is faster."
Xiao Zhang shouted sharply: "Where are there so many reasons? In order to live, is there anything you can't do?"
"You have your reasons, and we have ours. What if the two conflict? I didn't think about it before, but I just figured it out recently."
Wang Po looked into his eyes and said seriously: "If you kill you, then our reasoning will naturally win."
Chen Changsheng said, "That's the truth."
Xiao Zhang was silent for a while, and said, "It sounds reasonable."
Wang Po said calmly: "If you agree with this principle, then don't try to keep us, or we will really kill you."
Xiao Zhang stared into his eyes and said, "You have never said so many things to me in countless battles in decades."
Wang Po said: "Because I want to convince you."
Xiao Zhang said, "Why do you want to convince me?"
Wang Po said: "Because this way you don't need to use a knife on you."
Dozens of days ago, the entire continent knew that he left Huaiyuan and came to Kyoto.
Since then, he has not shot a knife.
His sword intent has been accumulated to an unimaginable level.
If Xiao Zhang shot at this time, he must not be the opponent of this knife.
But he is not confident how far he can go on the streets of Kyoto.
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In the snowstorm, Wang Po and Chen Changsheng were walking on the street, one in front of the other.
There was no side by side because Chen Changsheng insisted that he felt that he was not good enough.
As if they had returned to Xunyang City, they also faced the strong man in the sacred domain one by one, soaked in blood, and died endlessly.
It's just that at that time, they were breaking through, and today they were going to kill people.