Way of Choices

I don't know how long after that, Tie Shu opened his eyes, flashed a bit of sorrow, and then a trace of stunnedness seemed to be extremely complicated.

Under the ancient trees, among the yellow leaves, and on the stone bench, he felt the breath that Wang Po had left a few days ago. He did not expect that Wang Po's swordsmanship was even more profound.

It’s very difficult to go one step further in the practice of Wang Po in practice. However, this person can improve so much in such a short time... When he was in Xunyang City, Wang Pomen Facing Zhu Luo, although the iron sword is strong, he could not find any chance, and after many days of meditation in the Tanzhe Temple, the situation is no longer the same.

If Wang Po is allowed to continue to improve, no one knows when he will cross that threshold.

Tie Shu felt the pressure for the first time.

Then his killing intention became stronger.

Neither the court nor him will allow Wang Po to have a sword-making day.

Standing up from the stone bench, he looked at Tanzhe Temple, quietly perceiving all the flow of breath between heaven and earth.

There are people in the temple, the realm is very high, only a few lines away from him.

He walked over there, and the wet yellow leaves shattered on the soles of the boots, turning into the finest strands, like a blooming chrysanthemum.

The autumn wind broke the rain curtain and pushed open the door of Tanzhe Temple, when he was more than ten feet away from the temple threshold.

The cold autumn wind failed to wreak havoc and was rushed by two fresh and indifferent winds, which came from a pair of sleeves.

The people in the temple are not Wang Po, but Mao Qiuyu.

The fence on the side of the temple was pushed away, and the Baishi Taoist came from the rain.

The King of Linghai and the Taoist Daoist came from the mountains on both sides.

In the autumn rain, there are still many red clothes looming in the mountains and forests.

The four state-religious giants, each holding important treasures, brought countless high-level cardinals to tightly surround the Tanzhe Temple.

This situation is really great.

If you want to kill a strong man in the sacred realm, you must have such a situation.

Tie Shu looked at Mao Qiuyu, his eyes narrowed slowly, the killing intention did not subside, but became more terrible.

Li Gong really shot, do you want to protect Wang Po, or really take this opportunity to kill yourself?

He knows very well that if it is the latter, even if he can leave alive today, he must pay a very heavy price.

He stretched his hands into the rain, allowing the cold rain to wash away.

He looked at Mao Qiuyu walking out of the temple slowly, and said blankly: "Is this the Pope's will?"

Mao Qiuyu did not directly answer his question, but looked farther away.

Tieshu already felt it, so he asked this question.

In the distance are the mountains. The yellow and red colors brought by the autumn are washed away by the cold rain.

I don't know when a Wang Yong appeared on the edge of the cliff.

Xiang Wang, personally present.

This court's killing of Wang Po may become a siege of Tieshu from the palace.

If there wasn't that Wang Yong appearing on the cliff, if there was no faint sound of hoofs coming from behind the mountain.

No matter who killed the game, so far, it has become a clear game.

"Your Majesty asked me to ask you a sentence." Mao Qiuyu looked at Tie Shu and asked, "Did you all forget the original oath of the stars?"

Many years ago, the powerful sacred realms headed by the Pope once took the starry sky as a guide and made an oath.

The content of the oath is that everything is based on the interests of the human race, and will never take the initiative to deal with those geniuses who carry the future and hope of humanity.

Wang Po, of course, is the first in that list.

In the city of Xunyang, Zhu Luo gave him a sword, which can be said to be an oath, but he can also make some excuses.

With his sword, Su Li stabbed.

However, Wang Pofei had to stand in front of Su Li.

What about today? Tie Shu came to Tanzhe Temple with his autumn rain, obviously it was to kill Wang Po, what excuse or reason could he find?

His Majesty the Pope asked Mao Qiuyu to ask him, how can he answer?

Tie Shu didn't answer.

Mao Qiuyu looked at him and said, "Since you can't answer, don't touch Wang Po."

The iron tree's eyes were colder, and the hands washed by the rain became whiter, like a lotus flower.

This means that he is very angry now.

People don't have a hundred days, and flowers have no thousand days.

He laughed slightly.

The pope's days are running out.

"Your Majesty wants me to tell you..."

Mao Qiuyu seemed to know what he was thinking, calmly said: "If he still insists on breaking the king after he returns to Xinghai, then leaving the palace will destroy your whole family."

If the divorce is also a sect, then it must be the most powerful one in the world, because it is the state religion.

No monk can contend with the state religion.

Even as strong as an iron tree.

Even the old man of heaven who once was the head of the storm in all directions and has such a terrible organization as the heavenly pavilion.

Of course, a strong man in the sacred realm, as long as he is not trapped like today, even if he is not defeated by the divorce, it is difficult to be killed.

However, although the monk is lonely, there are few truly lonely monks.

He will have family members, relatives, friends, classmates, same race, and the same way.

After Mao Qiuyu finished speaking, there was a silence.

Destroy your whole family.

These four words are like those of the Iron Tree, very tough, very cold, and have a formidable metallic taste.

Tie Shu looked at him and said, "You should be very clear that Wang Po came to Kyoto to kill."

Mao Qiuyu's expression remained unchanged, saying: "If he murders, he violates Zhou Lu, and his own court officials will punish him."

Many people's eyes fell on Wang Yong on the cliff in the distance.

Xiang Wang didn't show up.

Tie Shu laughed, with sarcasm and mockery.

Mao Qiuyu's statement represents the attitude of leaving the palace.

This attitude is very indifferent.

"He wants to kill, you don't care, I haven't killed yet, why does the Pope want to control it?"

"Because you have a heart."

"It's not fair."

Mao Qiuyu did not answer Tie Shu's words, and turned to walk outside the mountain.

The King of Linghai and others also followed.

The pope did not have the will to kill the iron tree.

Just like at the National College of Education, the divorce was just to show their strength.

The so-called escort, the horizontal knife is in front, the so-called escort, the horizontal boat is in front, there is no need to shoot the knife, and do not need to really hit, it is enough.

Tie Shu looked at the Chinese Christians who had left in the autumn rain, his eyes slightly twitching.

These people are big figures in the state religion, but no one is his opponent, but he dare not take action.

It's really not fair.

Just as he said to Xiao Zhang on the mountain road.

In front of the Pope and the State Church, what qualifications does he have to talk about fairness?

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The yellow leaves fell and the chill deepened.

This winter in Kyoto seems to have come earlier than before. It seems that the days are still late autumn, but there have been several snowfalls.

The people of Beixinqiao felt more real about this, hiding at home, rubbing their hands non-stop, and cursing the weather.

No one noticed that the severe cold was related to the abandoned well.

The cold wind kept blowing from the wellhead, whimpering, like a flute, crying, crying with joy.

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