Way of Choices

Snow is floating in the sky in Kyoto, as is the Taiping Road.

Not many people know that the fluttering snow came from an ice storm in Tiandaoyuan.

All the gates of the palace were closed, there was no sound, and the palace was like a grave.

The broken snow flew over the high walls of the palace and fell to the ground where the sight of the priests of the palace could not reach, but failed to fall to the ground.

There are countless winds behind the wall, blowing the soft snow.

Hundreds of master monks and sergeants holding crossbows. Standing in the garden and courtyard of Xiangwang Mansion, there is only a wall between the black sea composed of priests.

They didn't make any sound and kept absolute silence, so the breathing became clear.

The clearer the heavier, the shorter the tension.

The light snow from the early spring in the sky can't fall to the ground, is it because of these silent mysteries and heavy mountain-like breathing?

Chen Liuwang stood by the window and looked at the subordinates in the garden, thinking about these things in silence.

Snow was constantly flying outside the window, and his face was pale.

Because of fatigue, it has nothing to do with restlessness.

At this time, any regrets are unnecessary.

He turned and looked at the Tsing Yi Taoists.

Three Tsing Yi Taoists looked at the white-haired old Tao.

Lao Dao is a real strong Daomen, and has been half a sacred many years ago.

Except for the Wei Shangshu of the Tang family, the blind piano master, and several secret figures of the southern family and sect, no one can compare with him.

But even he did not have the confidence to hold the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Not at all.

He knows very well that if the divorce decides to go all out, no one can stop such a turbulence unless the court forces of the Zhou Dynasty do their best.

The old man said to Chen Liuwang: "Let's go."

Chen Liuwang’s face was paler and his expression remained calm, saying, “I cannot give up these subordinates who are loyal to me and my father.”

Old Tao said with a blank expression: "I stayed to block, you and the three nephews go first."

Chen Liuwang did not expect that the other party was willing to take risks and stunned.

The old man walked to the window, ignored him, and slowly closed his eyes.

The breeze rolled up the broken snow and landed on the wrinkled face, with white hair floating slightly, looking a little touching.

Looking at this picture, Chen Liuwang's eyes were slightly wet, and he wanted to persuade him, but he finally didn't say anything.

In the shortest time, he returned to peace, saluted the old man, and turned around without hesitation.

The flower hall sinks from the window to the bluestone floor in the middle, forming a stone step that goes down to the ground.

Chen Liuwang and three Tsing Yi Taoists walked down the stone steps to the ground.

It was dark ahead, and I didn't know where it was going.

Suddenly, the lamp on the stone wall ignited automatically, illuminating the ground not far in front of everyone.

The ground is a bit wet, and there are some moss in the corners. I haven't cleaned it in years.

The light fell on Chen Liuwang's face.

He is calm.

He didn't see wetness in his eyes.

There was no touch on his face.

Those are meaningless.

He always thinks so.

This later battle does not make any sense.

The Changchun Taoist can either leave alive, or fight vigorously to death, he will not care.

He just needs to know that this old man will inevitably make the strong men who leave the palace suffer great losses.

It doesn't matter if the homes in the palace will surrender with the masters or die in battle.

He never doubted the loyalty and blood of these people, but these people were never the real cards of Xiang Wang Mansion.

The real power of the Prime Minister's Palace will not appear in Kyoto at all today.

Because he and Chen Changsheng's judgments are very close, he thinks that Tianshuling cannot fight at all.

It is not yet the time for the final battle, but many people will still die today.

He needs to ensure that his life is not threatened, so he must leave.

He will appear on the shore of Luoshui through this dark tunnel and then leave Kyoto.

On the outskirts of Kyoto, the hundreds of Xuanjia Qingqi have been waiting for him for a long time.

He will take these Xuanjia Qingqi to Hanqiu City, and then meet with the most loyal subordinates and the army and the descendants of the Zhu family.

What should he do first? Send a letter? Or poison the Zhu family's waste first?

If it was Emperor Taizong, what would he do?

Poisoning is not enough, too conspicuous, it is better to put under house arrest.

Thinking of these things, a smile appeared in the depths of his eyes illuminated by lights.

The three Tsing Yi Taoists were naturally behind him and could not be seen.

Father is a strong man in the sacred realm, so naturally there is no need to worry about safety.

Even if Dao Zun loses, Xu Yourong or Chen Changsheng are not the kind of hard-hearted people, naturally will not start with the side concubines in the palace.

Chen Liuwang felt that he had thought of everything, had considered it, and had counted it.

But he did not think of his newly married wife, Pingguo, or even the matter itself.

He didn't even think that someone was waiting for him somewhere in front of this dark tunnel.

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In a quiet tunnel, any sound will be particularly clear.

For example, the sound of water moving underground, such as the sound of ants climbing over walls.

The two aunts opened their eyes.

There were footsteps in front of him, in the direction of Xiang Wang Mansion.

Forgiveness gave Sister a glance.

Huairen looked indifferent.

Suddenly, the light looming from the front was strangely refracted.

As if there was some kind of distortion in the space there.

What kind of power can actually make the space so quietly twisted?

Forgiveness sensed that breath, and said in horror: "What is this?"

Huairen raised his eyebrows slightly and said with some surprise: "His Majesty the Pope also shot?"

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When the space in the local road was distorted, a similar situation appeared in the sky.

The dim skylight was scattered everywhere, and it was extremely clear that the surroundings of Xiangwang Mansion were shining.

An indescribable pressure fell to the ground from a high altitude.

The wind and snow suddenly became violent.

A black dragon claw broke through the clouds and fell slowly.

The dragon claw is like a black mountain, and the scales on it are like dark windows, exuding a terrible atmosphere.

Those families will no longer be able to stay calm with the strong, and they cried out in panic.

The gray-haired old man suddenly opened his eyes and shot out a fine light.

A clear light enveloped the Xiangwang Mansion, which is a very powerful defense method.

The old man looked at the sky and shouted coldly: "Sinner beasts die!"

The words did not fall, the Dao sword came out, turned into an extremely sad light, and flew towards the sky, through the thick cloud, I don't know where to cut!

He knew that his opponent today was strong, but he still had no fear.

This sword has condensed his life-long cultivation, and has been infinitely close to the sacred realm. In addition to the formation of the royal palace, as long as the opponent is not yet an adult, he must be injured and return!

However, he did not know that the real opponent today is not in the depths of the snowstorm, but has always been in Xiangwang Mansion.

When he put all his spirit into that sword, the man also moved.

The man stood at the corner, splaying his shoulders, with a seemingly ordinary sword loosely tied around his waist.

I don't know when, his long fingers held the hilt, it seemed exceptionally stable and harmonious.

If someone sees this scene, it may even create an illusion.

His hand and sword are one.

How could there be a faster sword than this?

A sword light illuminates and then disappears.

It's like a firework, or a flash.

Two holes appeared in the two brick walls.

A sword tip pierced the blue coat, carrying blood.

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