Way of Choices

Xue Man, who was once deserted, is still not lively, but at least, some people have already come, and they are all big figures. Before the spirit, King Zhongshan just nodded casually, turned around and left. Lishu Shangshu took the incense very seriously, and then whispered something, and no one knew what he was talking about.

A quiet room was set up in the east courtyard, and Chen Changsheng, Su Moyu, Chen Liuwang, and Tianhai Shengxue sat on chairs.

All four of them are young, and the oldest Tianhai Shengxue is only over thirty years old.

Chen Changsheng looked at the wound on Tianhai Shengxue's face and wanted to say something.

Tianhai Shengxue first spoke.

After the dynasty test that year, the grudge between the National College of Education and Tianhai Shengxue had been resolved, and there was even a little tacit agreement in private. That tacit understanding and previous commitments seemed so fragile and unbearable in the context of the Tianshuling change, but after all, the two sides had a tacit agreement.

And as mentioned earlier, they are still young.

When talking between young people, the staleness will be much less, and it will be much more direct.

"You should be very clear that these big men who came to Xuefu today want to use your momentum to test or confirm the current situation."

Tianhai Shengxue said: "Dao Zun's supreme authority in the court needs Zhou Tong to live as a proof. At least until now, no one dares to challenge this, but I believe that as time goes by, our father will not Has been willing to be small."

His father was Tianhai Chengwu, and Chen Liuwang’s father was the Xiangwang, both of whom were the real big figures of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Chen Changsheng understood what he meant and said after a while, "No one knows how long it will take."

"You can't just walk casually because you can't be sure of your way forward, because it's easy to walk into the wrong road."

Looking at his expression, Chen Liuwang persuaded him seriously: "Everything should be given priority to the overall situation. Your succession to the Pope is the overall situation that is more important than everything.

Chen Changsheng did not speak, he has different views on this.

He knows his teacher better than anyone, including the Pope.

In the 14 years of life in the old temple in Xining Town, the middle-aged Taoist was a teacher and a father to him, but now he thinks about it carefully, neither he nor the others have seen the true face of the middle-aged Taoist. It was only the tip of the mountain in the thick fog, the blue sky in the cloudy sky, and a flower by the stream.

Now after so many things, many pictures and memory fragments are gradually condensing and forming, whether it is flowers by the stream, mountains in the fog or the blue sky behind the clouds, the Dao Tibetan in the temple, those seemingly have no purpose, actual Hidden from the details of infinite ingenuity, it constitutes a real picture, that is, his teacher Shangxing Zhou.

His Majesty the Pope wanted to pass the state religion to Chen Changsheng. He thought that by virtue of the power of the palace and his prestige, it was enough to ensure that after he returned to Xinghai, at least no one within the state religion would dare to object to this matter. If they are unified, the court will have no way to interfere in this matter.

Chen Changsheng knew that this matter would not develop like this. He was very sure that the day when the uncle Pope returned to Xinghai was the day when the teacher started his own hands. He was either killed, or like the little black dragon, imprisoned forever in a certain abyss that never saw the sun.

——No matter what kind of result, it is not the result he wants.

Tianhai Shengxue felt something and said, "If you really think something will happen, you should prepare in advance now."

Chen Changsheng shook his head and said, "Any preparation does not make much sense."

Just like that night, when the emperor's plan failed, the situation in Kyoto depended on the battle between the heavenly tombs.

The history of the mainland has always been determined by the powerful in the sacred realm.

There is an insurmountable ravine between sacred and secular,

No matter how strong Chen Changsheng's talents in monasticism are, it is impossible to cross that gully in just a few tens of days.

"You should leave."

Chen Liuwang has a different view from Tianhai Shengxue: "Taking advantage of His Majesty the Pope can still force your teacher to not do it...this is the best and last time."

Su Moyu glanced at Chen Changsheng.

In the National College of Education, he had the same proposal.

Chen Changsheng did not speak, he knew he could not leave.

Tianhai Shengxue left, and before going out of the quiet room, said: "In a few days, the celebration will begin."

A lot of big things happened this autumn. The Tianhai Niangniang returned to the Xinghai, and the devil fell into the abyss of death.

There are still some things about to happen, and the only thing that can be compared with these two things is the confluence of north and south.

In a few days, the celebration of the confluence of north and south will be held in Kyoto. According to what was said in spring, the Baidi couple may come to observe the ceremony.

Chen Changsheng understands what Tianhai Shengxue wants to remind himself.

Drop, maybe return to Kyoto.

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...

Zhou Tong returned to Beibing Masi alley.

He stood under the courtyard wall with his hands on his back and looked at the deep tree pit. His expression was indifferent and he said nothing, waiting for the return of the Begonia tree.

In the oblique autumn sky, a bleak bird song suddenly sounded. He and several subordinate officials looked up and saw a dark shadow falling weakly from the sky.

It was a red eagle, and it was the most resistant to long-distance flights. It could cross thousands of mountains and rivers overnight, and would not feel tired.

This red eagle returned from the south, but was alive and exhausted.

There must be something serious in the South.

Lishan Jianzong? Akiyama? Or...Huaiyuan?

Zhou Tong raised his eyebrows.

The subordinates hurried to present emergency information from the south.

Wang Po left Huaiyuan.

The secret agent of the Qing officials who had been following this person was dumped at the Qingjiang two days ago, and he lost the trail of Wang Po.

No one knows where Wang Po is going and where he is now.

Zhou Tong stared at the subordinate and said nothing.

The voice of the subordinate hesitated: "He...may come to Kyoto."

Zhou Tong's expression changed slightly, he was silent for a while, and suddenly said, "I'm going to the palace."

Some of the subordinates did not respond. If Wang Po really wanted to come to Kyoto, why didn't the adults quickly arrange for an interception or culling, but eager to enter the palace?

"Are you all deaf?"

Zhou Tong's face was pale and his voice was sharp.

He was in a hurry to enter the palace because he was very upset now, and even a little afraid.

Only in the palace, under the watchfulness of Dao Zun, would he feel safe.

He is very sure that Wang Po will come to Kyoto.

He was pretty sure what Wang Po wanted to do.

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...

After returning to the State Education College, Chen Changsheng also knew the news.

Su Moyu was very confused and asked, "What did he do in Kyoto? Come to worship Xue Xingchuan?"

No one dared to collect the body of Xue Xingchuan, no one dared to hang himself. At this time, if Wang Po appeared, it was very consistent with the world's impression of him.

Chen Changsheng did not think so. He knew that it was not for worship, not for anything else.

Wang Po came to Kyoto and only wanted to do one thing.

He wants to kill.

Kill Zhoutong.

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