Chapter 1106: The meaning of choice

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Using the method left by Zhou Du
fu to exert the true power of the Tianshu Tablet to counter the merchant boat, this is Chen Changsheng's arrangement.
On those nights in the Li Gong Shi Room, this plan has become very mature.
But in the original plan, the Nanxi Zhai Sword Array should have been laid out around Zhou Ling at this time.
Thousands of famous swords returning to the grassland will form a balance with the four Tianshu monuments again to ensure that Zhou Yuan will not collapse.
If all of this is implemented, he has a 70% chance of defeating his master.
It is a pity that all his swords were taken away by the merchant boat, and the chance of victory was naturally reduced a lot.
More importantly, without thousands of vicissitudes of suppression, the clear light emitted by the Tianshu Monument is likely to destroy Zhou Yuan before defeating the Shangxing Boat.
With a glance, Shangxingzhou understood Chen Changsheng's intentions and the current situation.
So he will not give in, nor will he admit defeat.
He will stick to the end, and even hesitate to touch Zhou Yuan's prohibition.
Chen Changsheng can continue to attack with Tianshu Tablet until he is defeated, but Zhou Yuan may be destroyed in advance.
Otherwise, Chen Changsheng would have to leave Zhou Yuan with four heavenly steles.
But back to the real world, without Zhou Yuan's prohibition, unable to exert the power of the Tianshu Tablet, and even without a sword... How can Chen Changsheng defeat him?
Still a multiple choice question.
Business firm Zhou quietly looked at Chen Changsheng.
The clear light of the heavenly dome was resisted by his palm, and the endless wind and cloud continued to live and die in the meantime.
Everything in the world is often a multiple choice question in the end.
It's really easy to get bored.
"Why do you always want me to choose?"
Chen Changsheng was really angry, or annoyed, his voice drifting far in the wind.
The business boat was indifferent and didn't answer him.
From the town of Xining to Kyoto, from the age of ten to the present, he has done too many multiple choice questions, which is really annoying.
He really wanted to ask his master, always doing this, was it bothersome?
But in the end he didn't ask the exit, because he knew it was useless.
Just like in the past few years, he is used to doing it instead of talking.
No matter what choice you make.
Or, no choice.
Yes, today he really doesn't want to choose anymore.
His eyes are extremely bright, like Yuehua in Xunyang City.
His consciousness flew across the sky and landed on the sleeve of the Shangxing boat, trying to regain control of the Tibetan Feng Jianshe.
If you can't, you must at least reconnect with the swords in the scabbard.
He believed that as long as those swords sensed their own consciousness, they would follow their own will, break out of their sheaths, and return to this heaven and earth.
However, he failed.
His face was paler, like snow in a wasteland.
A blood spilled from the corner of the lips, like a lonely plum in the snowy field.
The firm's right hand still supported the sky.
With the sleeves of the wind moving, you can vaguely see the scabbard in his left hand.
Chen Changsheng's eyes fell there.
"When making a choice, one can often see a person's true courage, wisdom, and heart."
Shangxing Zhou looked at him and said: "Today I am disappointed that you have you, because you have no courage to make choices."
Chen Changsheng said: "Since all choices are lost, why should I choose?"
Shang Xingzhou said: "Because that is your life."
Many years ago in the old temple in Xining Town, he said a word to Chen Changsheng.
If you are sick and cannot be cured, that is your life.
Today he said something similar.
How to choose is to lose, that is your life.
Chen Changsheng looked to the grassland in the distance, and had not spoken for a long time.
Business firm Zhou quietly looked at him and did not speak.
Not knowing how long it took, Chen Changsheng withdrew his eyes and looked at Shangxing Zhou and said, "But my illness has been cured."
Yes, his illness has been cured.
He is still alive.
Therefore, there is no such thing as fate.
Then choice makes sense.
Regardless of winning or losing.
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The National College of Education is quiet inside and outside.
There are people everywhere in Baihua Alley, but no sound can be heard, let alone noisy.
People's faces are full of tension, anxiety and worry.
At this time, everyone knew that the place where Shangzhou Zhou played against Chen Changsheng was in Zhouyuan.
People can't see Jianguang, they can't hear Jianming, and no one knows the specific situation.
But for divine powerhouses such as Wang Po and Xiang Wang, space cannot isolate all information.
Why doesn't there even a hint of sword in the National College of Education?
Xiang Wang's expression seemed to cry and smile, and he could not see the true emotions. His hands holding the fat belly were subconsciously twitching.
Wang Po thought of a certain possibility, his face became a little condensed.
The realm of the thirty-sixth Tang Dynasty is naturally unable to know the situation in Zhou Yuan, but he always pays attention to the change in Wang Po's expression.
From the beginning to now, his eyes have been falling on Wang Po's face through the window slit.
This is his only source of information now.
Looking at Wang Po's face, he vaguely guessed that the situation was not good, and his face became pale.
On the floor there is a ruya azure cup broken into several pieces, with some water stains and tea leaves.
He held a teapot in his hand, and the tea in the pot was cold.
He picked up the teapot and poured half a pot of cold tea into his mouth, but still couldn't calm the beating heart, nor could he quench the fire in his heart.
He rushed towards the bottom of the teahouse, and Su Moyu failed to stop him, so he ran directly to the front of the National College of Education.
The King of Linghai and others looked slightly different, thinking to him what he was here for?
The court and the palace jointly decided that the National College of Education should be closed, and only Wang Zhice, Shang Zhou, and Chen Changsheng should be in it.
The Guojia Cavalry and Xuanjia Cavalry are all around. There are countless strong monks in Taoism, and there are also strongmen such as Wang Po and Xiang Wang.
No one wants to enter the National College of Education at this time.
Tang Thirty-six didn't pay attention to the glorious eyes, and even scolded the princes before they spoke.
"Shut up for me!"
"This is the National College of Education, I am the Superintendent, and Chen Changsheng is not here, so I am the biggest!"
"No one can enter because I disagree. I want to go in. Who agrees?"
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There was a chaos in Baihua Alley, swords were rising in vertical and horizontal directions, and even a few crossbow arrows crossed the sky diagonally.
Wang Zhice turned his head around the lake and saw Tang 36.
Tang Thirty-six, of course, guessed that he was the king's policy, but did not step forward to meet him and asked directly: "How to enter Zhou Garden?"
For countless years, Wang Zhice has never met someone who knows his identity but doesn't care. He can't help but feel a little surprised and then find it interesting.
He spread his palms to reveal the black stone and said, "This is the door."
Tang Thirty-six said: "Give me."
His request is very simple and clear.
So that Wang Zhi's policy was stunned before he reacted.
"why?"
"Zhou Yuan was born by Chen Changsheng, so this thing is naturally his."
"He gave it to me, and this thing is mine."
This time it was Tang Thirty-Six's turn to be startled before reacting.
"It was originally yours, meaning that it is not yours now, and how old are you? He will give you what you want!"
Wang Zhice had never seen such an unreasonable character, and soon guessed the origin of this little guy.
He said, "Your grandpa dare not talk to me like this."
"Nonsense, except for Emperor Taizong, who dares to disrespect you?"
Tang Thirty-six words turned around and said: "But I want to congratulate you today."
Wang Zhice asked: "What's the matter?"
"Congratulations, except for Emperor Taizong, finally met someone who dared you again."
Tang Thirty-six looked at him seriously and said, "If you refuse to give me this thing, I will scold your mother."
Wang Zhice raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "I am the referee of this match."
Tang Thirty-six said: "You are invited by Shangxing Zhou, I don't trust you."
Wang Zhice said: "The pope trusts me."
Tang Thirty-six said: "Shut me off?"
Wang Zhice said calmly: "I won't give it to you, what can you do?"
Tang 36's answer is still so simple and clear.
Wenshui sword came out of the sheath, and tens of thousands of gold leaves were born on the lake.
Wang Zhice's expression changed slightly.
It's not because Tang Thirty-six made a sword.
It is because of the thirty-sixth sword of the Tang Dynasty.
Self-moaning.
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