The night wind blows gently, from the extremely huge black wings, dispersing all sacred and light, isolating all sight and perception, and represents the purest darkness and power.

"The young phoenix is ​​clearer than the old phoenix's voice...that will be a future after all."

The Holy Queen looked at Xu Yourong in her hand and said expressionlessly.

No one could enter this night, except for the person she allowed, such as the touch of red.

Mo Yu lowered his head and knelt outside the hall, not daring to look inside.

"Send her back to the Saint Maiden Peak, and let her go after confirming Chen Changsheng's death."

Hearing the voice of the Holy Queen Mo Yu dared to raise her head and wanted to say something, but in the end she said nothing.

The green bamboo cart was ready, and the black sheep walked back from nowhere.

The Holy Queen glanced at the Black Sheep, nodded after a moment of silence.

The wheels crushed the bluestone slabs and drove slowly towards the night outside the palace.

Mo Yu sat in her seat and looked at Xu Yourong who was sleeping in her arms, and suddenly felt a little sad.

She was sad for Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng seems to be dead.

In fact, she was a little sad.

She hadn't been to the National Education College for a long time and hadn't seen Chen Changsheng anymore. Moreover, she had no position or reason. Even if Chen Changsheng was dead, she had no reason to be sad. Thinking of this, she became more and more sad.

The Qingzhu car seemed slow, but in fact it was extremely fast, and it had some indescribable weirdness. Although there were few pedestrians on the streets in the night, many cavalry and powerful people who were searching for Chen Changsheng and trying to protect Chen Changsheng, but no one noticed the car.

It didn't take long for the Qingzhu car to leave Kyoto through the south gate and drove onto the official road leading to the Saint Maiden Peak.

Almost as he left Kyoto, Xu Yourong opened his eyes.

It’s not that she is hiding some backhand, but the will of the Holy Queen Mother.

She opened her eyes, but could not make any movement, and could not even move a finger.

Because in her waterfall-like black hair, she seemed to be stuck in a hairpin, which seemed to be very casually.

Or it was a wooden hairpin.

The third place in the Hundred Artifacts List, Wood Sword Xiaofeng.

Xu Yourong couldn't move, but could speak.

However, she obviously had no mood to speak at this time, just looked at the roof of the car quietly, not knowing where in the starry sky after her eyes passed.

"Everyone has his own life. If his life is not good, what can I do?" Mo Yu said pity as she looked at her.

Xu Yourong withdrew her gaze and looked at her and said, "I don't think he will die."

Mo Yu naturally knew Chen Changsheng's current physical condition, thinking that even if His Majesty the Pope could protect him from being killed by the Empress, how many more days would he live?

Xu Yourong seemed to have figured out a very important thing and said calmly: "After all, it is his own destiny, and it should be run according to his ideas. I want to isolate him from this world, but he insisted on going back. The way of heaven wants him to die, but he tends to live to the death."

"Live to the death?"

"Do you still remember the past of the God of History?"

"Remember."

"His Majesty Taizong said that those who live to death will be difficult to die."

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...

Chen Changsheng did not consider the issue of life and death, and he had already put life and death aside.

He left the palace and came to a very secret place, or a very ordinary place.

Liziyuan Inn outside the Tianshu Mausoleum.

He lived here for a long time and really met Tang Sanshiliu here.

This inn is very meaningful to him and is the beginning of his life in Kyoto. Now that he is back here, he first considers that no one would think that he would come here, and even the last part of his life in Kyoto also begins here.

He didn't know that just shortly after he left the palace, a small green bamboo car drove out of the palace, and Xu Yourong was in that car.

He didn't know that at this time, his senior brother Yu Ren was reading through the stars in the Tianshu Mausoleum across the river.

On this night, the two most important people in his life were always very close to him, but he didn't know that his mind and spirit were on his body, on his elixirs and magic tools, various techniques in the sea of ​​consciousness, and countless swords in his sheath.

He sat under the tree in the courtyard and began to sort out his practice under the stars.

Because the meridians were broken, his current true energy output was weaker than two years ago, and he was even worse than that of ordinary sitting and watching realm. However, the star scattered in his flesh and blood was like snow in the mountains and rivers, which seemed to be everywhere in the east and west, but in fact the total number was extremely large. Moreover, although there was a problem with his star gathering in the Hanshan Breaking Realm, it cannot be said to be completely failed. On the surface, his realm was still at the peak of Tongyou Realm, but if he didn't care that the meridians would break again and endanger his life, he could condense the starlight into the realm in a very short time.

In other words, if he doesn't have life, he can be a short-term person with a large number of true energy, a powerful person with the first realm of Juxingxing.

He also knows countless sword techniques, body techniques, and Taoist techniques.

After entering the Tongyou upper realm, most of the opponents he met were already powerful people in the Star Gathering Realm. The simplified version of the Yashikong Step that he had helped him many times was no longer of great significance. The speed bonus brought by the footwork was very small compared to his own speed. Similarly, ordinary sword techniques such as the Baihua Sword and the Seven Star Sword may occasionally play some role in the same level battle, but they are useless in tonight's battle and can be removed.

He calmed down and cleared his mind, removed those mixed but ingenious sword techniques and Taoist techniques, and only left the hardest, sharpest and most powerful means in the sea of ​​consciousness. Zhongshan Fengyu Sword, the true sword of the National Sect, the mountain stick, the Linguang Sword, the three styles of Wenshui, the Liaotian Sword, the Pojun Sword... and the three swords that Su Li taught him.

Fire sword, wisdom sword, stupid sword.

This is Chen Changsheng's most powerful method now.

For a true master of kendo, the sword technique itself may not be of high or low, but it must be of large or large size.

The sword techniques that Chen Changsheng is best at are big swords, especially the three swords that Su Li taught him, no matter how quick the change is, the atmosphere is extremely great.

The great sword or the ultimate move has greatly damaged the true essence of the spiritual consciousness. Chen Changsheng's spiritual consciousness is extremely stable and powerful, and the number of true essences is also large, but the output has always been a problem, so he is not durable to fight for a long time. In many past battles, he will strive to end in the shortest time. Only when the last battle between the Great Champions League and the chaos in Xunyang City are forced to fall into a difficult situation. In fact, the battle is extremely painful, and he almost lost to the opponent's sword many times.

Tonight, he was seriously injured and had not healed. He forced his true energy to take action, and he could not enter this situation. He had to succeed with one blow.

He opened his eyes, looked at the stars in the night sky, and began to deduce and calculate.

That man was not from a poor background, his biological mother was the concubine of the former Minister of Rites. He had no unpleasant childhood experiences, no lack of food and clothing, nor was he humiliated by his mother. Although the imperial examination was not particularly smooth, it was not special. That man's temperament was very cruel and cruel, his strength was very terrifying, and his spiritual sense was particularly powerful, as if he had gathered the resentment and boundless pain of millions of people. He had experienced that it was indeed impossible for ordinary people to resist...

Countless information and information appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness, just like the stars in the night sky, countless, seemingly gathering together in a mess, and it is impossible to analyze useful things from it. However, there is a connection between the stars, and countless invisible lines are formed into a star map, where the true meaning is naturally hidden.

I don’t know how long it took, but he got up and walked out of Liziyuan Inn.

The Wugui Sword was still lying quietly in the hidden sword sheath, but he had already set off his sword.

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...

The green bamboo car headed south along the official road. The black sheep in front of the car should not know the turbulence in Kyoto. It was just that it had been in the palace for too long and wanted to go out for a walk. It looked at the autumn trees beside the road and did not feel fresh, but it was a little interested in the newly formed dewdrops on the grass. It seemed unhappy to walk and stop like this, but after only a cup of tea, the car had already passed the mountain. It was calculated by time or after noon.

The Queen of Tianhai's vision went east along Mount Kou and came to the plain at the end of the mountain. There was a big city in the middle of the plain. The walls were extremely thick and tall. From a visual point of view alone, it was even more majestic and spectacular than Kyoto City. It was Luoyang, the famous capital of the world.

In Changlefang, the best-located Changlefang in Luoyang City, there is a royal mansion that is actively occupied by exaggerated and luxurious to the point of being unimaginable, the King of the Prince of the Prince of the Concubine, and the King of Thailand... Several of her nominal sons and several grandchildren were holding the singers there. She didn't know if they were specially designed for themselves or those officials, and she didn't care.

She retracted her gaze and looked at Kyoto, saw the old man watering in the palace, saw the relatives in the manor, saw the unburned candles in the small orange orchard, saw the snow at the bottom of the Beixinqiao, saw the crabapple tree in the Beibingsi Hutong, and saw the young man holding an umbrella towards that place.

She stood on the terrace of Gan, and the whole world was at her feet. In her eyes, she just didn't see that person.

More than ten years ago, she thought that the person was dead, but she didn't expect the other party to survive. From the day when this fact was confirmed, a crack appeared between her and the Pope. The whole world except the two of them had no idea about it. The storms in Kyoto were as gentle as those in these ten years, but it was not the past after all.

She knew very well that the person asked Chen Changsheng to come to Kyoto to deliberately leak the news, and to make her and the Pope suspicious of each other, but she could only accept it because time could not be traced back. After all, what happened at the National Education College happened, and the Pope could not believe that she had no objection to it.

Since she first met in Baicaoyuan, she didn't like that person, and she could even say she hated him, and didn't value him much. Until she knew that he was not only Shang Xingzhou, but also Ji Dao Ren, she began to face him. Some things she couldn't understand at the beginning finally had the answer.

The name Shang Xingzhou represents the orthodox state religion and the old friends who opposed her.

The name Ji Dao Ren represents the will or legacy of Emperor Taizong.
Chapter completed!