There was snow on the streets and ice on the water.
Kyoto in early winter is so quiet.
Wang Po and Chen Changsheng were walking along the Luoshui River, the streets were deserted, only the snow kept falling, as if it had been falling for ten years.
In the houses on both sides of the street, behind the walls, on the boats in Luoshui, behind the bridges, in the dark world, there are countless people hidden.
Those people came from Zhuzhou counties, royal palaces, various ministries, and various government offices.
However, the ice surface was gradually softened by the winter sun, and the withered willows were gently swaying, but still no one made a move, and the two figures in the slight snow were not disturbed in any way.
Because the masters in the imperial court never showed up, how could these yamen servants catch up quickly, Qing Hakka servants, how dare they take the lead
As for those strong men from various states who regarded themselves as heroes, how could they dare to attack Wang Po and Chen Changsheng
When the Minister of Rites of the court was assassinated, it was a serious crime. The court of the Great Zhou Dynasty had enough reasons to arrest Wang Po, and the oath of the starry sky came to an end.
The court also had reason to ask Chen Changsheng and Li Gong to give an explanation.
Kyoto is under martial law.
Outside Beibingmasi Hutong, the man with the cold smell of iron has opened his eyes.
Up to this moment, there has been no movement from the imperial court, which is naturally due to other reasons.
In front of the Baohe Pagoda, the Habayashi Army, which was already ready to go, was stopped by the Orthodox cavalry, and the two cavalry formations, like the Kuroshio tide, might meet at any time.
In front of the city gate, there were teachers, teachers and students from the Fifth Ivy Academy everywhere. Xu Shiji's face was livid, but he couldn't order the cavalry to rush out.
In the wind and snow, Wang Po and Chen Changsheng continued to walk, occasionally stopping to say a few words to Hanliu Xue'an, just like real tourists.
Where did they go, what did they do, what happened everywhere, and why hasn't anyone stopped them until now
In the shortest possible time, all these information gathered in the courtyard that was once covered with crabapple flowers, but now there are only dead branches left.
Zhou Tong sat in the grand master's chair, the color of his bright red official robe became darker, like real blood, and his face became paler, like real snow.
The whole capital is now looking at the two people by the Luoshui River.
The whole world knew that those two people were coming here to kill him.
Logically speaking, even if those two people were Wang Po and Chen Changsheng, it would be impossible for them to reach Beibingmasi Hutong.
But today's situation is a bit weird.
As for Li Gong, it seemed that he really wanted to go crazy with Chen Changsheng.
There are still many people watching with cold eyes, like watching a play.
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Snowflakes fell from between the corners of the palace, drawing a white pattern on the black ground. A noble woman stood in the middle of the white pattern, thinking of the first and last snowman she made in the Daxizhou Palace when she was a child, and thinking of her daughter's aggrieved appearance before she left. The heart was weak, but the tone became more and more tough.
"Theoretically speaking, I'm an outsider. It's good to watch today's scene from the sidelines, but if something really happens, it will affect the Northern Expedition."
The Pope looked at her and said, "So, Mrs. Mu, you came to see me?"
This noble lady's surname is Mu, because she is the princess of Daxizhou, like His Majesty the Pope and the former Holy Empress of Tianhai, they are used to calling her Mrs. Mu.
She also has an even more remarkable identity - the queen of the demon clan, a true saint.
So even in the face of His Majesty the Supreme Pope, she has no intention of giving in at all.
"Do you want me to see Chen Changsheng?"
The Pope said: "Or, you should go to see Shang."
Madam Mu raised her eyebrows slightly and said, "Now he and Wang Po are going to kill someone."
The Pope said: "Always kill before you speak."
Madam Mu did not expect to hear such an answer, and said in a slightly cold voice, "Young people are messing around, why do you have to interfere?"
"Everyone came here when they were young, and Wang Po is an ordinary young man? No, isn't he Chen Changsheng? No, he is my successor and your daughter's teacher." The Pope's smile gradually faded, Slowly said: "You should hope that he can succeed."
Madam Mu looked at him and said suddenly: "The Yaozu has never asked you to do anything."
In the Pope's old eyes, a light suddenly flashed, somewhat dazzling and sharp.
Madam Mu's expression remained unchanged, and she said, "You understand what I mean."
The Pope said indifferently: "I know what you are worried about. If I really disregarded the overall situation, Zhou Tong would have died three hundred years ago."
This is already a promise, but Mrs. Mu obviously felt that it was not enough, and said, "Then who sent the state church cavalry?"
The Pope sighed and stopped answering the question, turned around and walked deep into the palace.
Mao Qiuyu didn't know when she appeared, she stretched out her arms politely to Mrs. Mu, and said, "Please go this way."
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The attitudes of Yaozu and Daxizhou cannot change His Majesty's thoughts, but as His Majesty said, what he has always valued most is the overall situation.
In the snowy capital of Kyoto, Li Gong solved many problems for Wang Po and Chen Changsheng, making the long street deserted and empty for a longer period of time, but none of the state religion figures would help.
In that case, the national religion and the imperial court will really tear each other apart, as Mrs. Mu worried about, and it will affect the overall situation of the Northern Expedition of the Demon Race in the future.
Madam Mu was not very satisfied with the current situation, because she did not want Wang Po and Chen Changsheng's crazy behavior to succeed, nor did she want them to die.
Now that the imperial court is well prepared, there must be countless strong men ambushing in Beibingsi Hutong. The most important thing is that the iron tree will definitely appear.
No matter how you look at it, both Wang Po and Chen Changsheng must die.
Many people think so.
Therefore, when they looked at the two figures walking forward in the fluttering light snow on the deserted long street, they could always see something tragic.
The wind is blowing and the water in Luo is cold.
Wang Po and Chen Changsheng did not have this kind of self-awareness.
They walked along the Luoshui River, talking about the old things in the pile of old papers, such as what happened to Wang Zhice back then, and the changes in recent years, such as how many times the Naihe Bridge was hit by a boat last year.
Let's walk and chat, step on the snow without looking for plum blossoms, look forward to not be arrogant, just step down, adjust naturally, and gradually harmonize with heaven and earth.
Then, we walked to Beibingmasi Hutong.
There was no cavalry like a tide, no crossbow arrows like a rainstorm.
On the clear snowy street, they only saw one person.
That person was chilled all over, the edge was hidden between his clothes, he was not in the same world as Wei Xue, and had the intention of leaving the world.
This is a strong man in the sacred field.
"Iron Tree, the realm is extremely deep, it does not win by cleverness, but only by force, in terms of combat power, it can enter the top three in all winds and rains."
Wang Po said to Chen Changsheng.
Back then in Xunyang City, he and Chen Changsheng joined forces to fight against Zhu Luo, but they had no chance of winning, not even the slightest chance.
The iron tree that appeared on Xuejie today has a realm similar to Zhu Luo's in strength, younger, and at the peak of his vitality and will.
As Wang Po commented, in terms of combat power alone, Iron Tree, Bie Yanghong and another old monster are the most powerful.
Even if the old man Tianji was resurrected, he might not be stronger than him in this respect.
What they have to face today is such a person.
Iron Tree didn't stand on the street, but sat at a table by the side of the street.
There are some chairs by the table.
"Let's part here."
"good."
"I'm going to sit down."
"good."
The simple two-sentence dialogue is over.
Chen Changsheng and Wang Po separated on the street.
Wang Po walked towards the street.
Chen Changsheng walked towards the courtyard on the street.
Wang Po is going to sit at that table.
Sit for a while, just for a while.
He wants to meet iron trees for a while.
Although he is the top of the Xiaoyao list and the unquestionable number one master among the younger generation, he is still far behind a legendary powerhouse like Tieshu.
However, no one dared to say that he would definitely lose.
Because he is Wang Po.
His family was ruined, he wandered in Danshui, and traveled all over the world. He has been fighting against a powerful fate all his life.
Whether it is the court of the Great Zhou Dynasty or a strong man like Zhu Luo.
As of today, he hasn't really won a game, but he hasn't lost either.
Tianliang Wang Po is best at fighting the strong with the weak.
The courtyard at the end of the street, once full of crabapple flowers, was covered with snow tonight.
Chen Changsheng walked over there with a calm expression, steady steps, and a comfortable breathing.
He knew that there must be many assassins, killers, strong men hidden in that courtyard, and there is also a Master Zhou Tong who is gathering stars.
But he has no fear, because he has been here before.
He failed to kill Zhou Tong that time, but he will definitely be able to kill him today.
He is confident that he will take the head of Zhou Tong among the ten thousand troops.
Because he practiced the Tao and learned the sword, he was the enemy of ten thousand people.
It's just that he never had the chance to show it to the world except for the time when Huangyuan Nangui killed someone in a tea shop.
Chen Changsheng, the state religion, is best at fighting the crowd with the few.