Chapter 172: Waiting for this battle in all directions

Before coming to the fog, Ji Tao stopped. The others were lame on one leg, but if they were not climbing a steep mountain path, he rarely used a stick. He was not accustomed to holding his cane with his left armpit, his hands gestured in front of him and asked, "Is the Dachao test going to have a result? I don't know what happened to the younger brother."
Ji Daoren's expression was clean and dusty, and his eyebrows were as old as they were, and no traces of oldness could be seen. Looking at the faint expressions visible in the rest of his eyebrows, he touched his head with a smile and said nothing.
The others asked, "Master, when are we going to Kyoto?"
Ji Dao Ren said: "When you need to go back to Kyoto, naturally go."
The rest of the people didn't notice that he used Huizi when he went to Kyoto.
This is the most remote barren mountain in the Eastern Continent. The monsters are rampant and inaccessible. It is more desolate than the mountain behind Xining Town. The clouds are heavy and wet. , Where can I find this pair of mentors?
The frequency of those fine sounds in the fog is getting higher and higher, and the faintness is more moving. Then there are more than ten powerful atmospheres, which should be some extremely powerful monsters.
The Taoist people did not want to face the pickled ugly things, frowned slightly and said, "Open the way."
Yu Ren stepped forward and shouted at the thick fog at the end of the mountain road.
His tongue was broken in half, so he couldn't speak like a normal person, but that doesn't mean he couldn't make a sound. He only heard a wailing howling burst out of his lips.
It seems that Xiao Xiao, in fact, is a word, a monosyllable word containing infinite information, which is exactly the kind of word that Chen Changsheng used when communicating with the black dragon in the underground space: Dragon language.
The rest of the people cleared the whistle, the whistle broke through the sky, and disappeared into the cloud without a trace of ripples. However, at the next moment, the crushing pressure contained in the whistle passed along the clouds and fog to all directions of the mountains. The monster, hidden in the depths of the clouds, murmured with fear and anxiety, expressing his surrender and guilt, accompanied by the sound of friction, disappeared at the fastest speed, and the cloud returned to silence.
In the most remote part of Kyoto, there is a white desert. In the middle of the desert, there is a city made of stones, and the city walls are tens of kilometers round. It looks very spectacular.
Millions of people knelt in the desert outside the Stone City. Their knees and foreheads were in prolonged contact with the white sand that had been scorched by the nine suns. They emitted a faint burnt smell, but they could not see on their faces. In any painful expression, there is only absolute calmness, and no sound can be heard from them. Only absolute silence is like a peaceful and terrifying sea, a sea of ​​people.
In the front of the crowd there is a high platform made of wood. There are countless blue leaves on the edge of the wooden platform, which is in sharp contrast with the desolate and hot monotonous scene around.
In the middle of the wooden platform stands a straight-shaped symbol with strong religious meaning. With the silent prayer of millions of believers, it is exuding a faint light of holy light.
A middle-aged man stood in front of the religious symbol and quietly looked at the millions of people who were kneeling in front of him, to see that his clothing should be a religious monk. The middle-aged man had a few lines in the corners of his eyes, But it is impossible to damage its perfect face. The most charming thing is his eyes. There are infinite compassion and love in those peaceful and clear eyes, as if he can see the infinite distance, as if he can see everything.
He raised the staff in his hand and faced this dangerous world with a smile.
Millions of people on the white desert stood up and the mountain shouted: "Must be the home!"
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Kyoto is early spring and it is still cold. The early spring of the snowy old town was extremely cold, and the snow and wind were blowing like tears in the streets of the city, like wind and sand, making people unable to open their eyes.
Mozu likes night, like tranquility, like blood, like killing pokes, the latter is the heart, so the Mozu artists and those royal family's hidden homes can always see large-color paintings or strange twisted lines, The color of the whole snowy old town is dark, quiet, and even numb. People walking in the city also like to wear black robes, and it is difficult to tell who they are from afar.
A demon walks in the snow in a black robe. The black robe on his body is ordinary, a bit old, and even a crack has appeared on the edge of the hem, but at least this is a different black robe.
The black robe appears and disappears in the violent snow, even if it is staring with his eyes, it is difficult to determine the position until he walks out of the old city of snow and stands on the south glacier.
Cold wind masterpiece, lifted the corner of the brim hat, exposing the profile face of the demon, the face was extremely pale, as if he had not been exposed to the sun for many years, as if he had just been seriously ill, as if there was no temperature, it was more like no life at all, with A palpable sense of death.
Looking at the direction of Kyoto in the south, the demon was silent for a long time, his lips slightly grinning, and there was an indifferent pleasure in the cold voice: "You can't continue to ignore his existence after all."
After Luo Luo moved to the palace, the Baicao Garden was no longer inhabited. The teenagers of the National College of Education went to the Dachao test, and there was no one here. The new door on the wall was pushed open, and nobody found it.
The black sheep came out of the door and walked towards the lake. There was still snow on the grass by the lake, and the grass branches were yellow. It was a little puzzled, thinking that the grass that the teenager fed himself for half a year ago was not like this taste.
The Queen Mother also came to the State College of Education.
This is the first time in more than ten years that she has come to the National College of Education.
Earlier in the Baicao Garden, she remembered the massacre of Her Majesty Taizong there, and at this time standing in the State College, she remembered her massacre of the old school.
After Her Majesty Taizong returned to heaven, she killed a lot of people because there were many people who opposed her. From the time she began to read the performances on behalf of Her Majesty, those people began to oppose her, until the time when His Majesty was suffering on the sickbed more than ten years ago , Those people still don't care about anything, just want to oppose her.
Those who dare to oppose her will eventually be killed by her. She killed for hundreds of years, until so many people were killed in the National College of Education more than ten years ago, and finally no one dared to stand up against her.
She knew her hands were stained with blood, but she didn't care. It's just that after years of going to the National College of Education, looking at the old garden that is no longer desolate, she naturally thinks about the days of non-stop murder.
This kind of memory will not make her unhappy, but there is no happiness.
Especially among those who were killed by her, there are many people she admires. Those who are brave, honest, competent, outstanding, excellent, persevering, and high-clean. She has given them many opportunities, but those people are not Give her a chance and even force her to kill herself.
Because those people want to prove to this world that she is a brutal ruler.
The Queen Mother looked away from the palace, thinking of what had happened previously, and felt a little chilly and chilled.
An autumn rain and a cold.
The pope actually shot.
She used to think that Chen Changsheng was here, and she realized at this point that it was not the case, so she wanted to ask those people, where do you want to go? Are you going to force me to kill again?
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Big men have big men's considerations, and little men don't need to think about big men's considerations. Chen Changsheng doesn't care how many people are paying attention to the dynasty test and paying attention to himself. As he and Luoluo have said, he only cares whether he can get it. Can you enter the Lingyan Pavilion?
Prior to this incident, the demon invasion was trivial, not to mention others. So he prepared the last battle very patiently, listening silently and attentively to the tactics Tang 36 arranged for himself.
Tang Thirty-six looked at him with an unprecedented serious attitude and said: "First move people with emotion, then convince people with reason, finally press people with momentum, and finally beat people. Three sentences, three means, the order is very important, I hope to play a certain role. Of course, if the poor scholar still has no access to oil and salt, I still suggest that you think about how to admit defeat will be more glorious."
Falling to the side and whispering, "Sir, try to buy him."
Tang Thirty-six said with a sneer: "That's Gou Hanshi, a scholar who is a moral gentleman, how could he be bought? He is not a poor kid who has never seen money."
Folding his sleeves on the stretcher next to the poplar tree, the blood on his body gradually stopped, and his spirits also rejuvenated a little. Hearing Tang Sanshi's words, he was expressionless and did not speak.
After falling into Chen Changsheng's ear and whispering something, Chen Changsheng was a little surprised and didn't want to accept it, but there was no way to stop her from stuffing it over.
Tang Thirty-six looked at something that Luo Luo stuffed into his arms, and his lips could not help but twitch gently. Then he looked at himself and found that he could not find something of the same grade and thought about it. Wenshui Jian, who unfastened his waist, handed it over.
"I have a sword myself, what do you want from you?" Chen Changsheng said puzzled.
Tang Thirty-six looked at his eyes and said, "My Tang family's Zongjian, like Qi Jian took that commandment sword, is not suitable for hundreds of weapons, but it does not mean that it is weak. By your side, you can block a note for you at critical moments. Even if you don’t need it and it doesn’t have multiple weights, will you be tired of you?

Chen Changsheng knew what he meant, and his heart was hard to resist. After thinking about it, he took it.
"It makes sense." Luo Luo was reminded by Tang Thirty-six, and he did not hesitate to solve the falling rain whip wrapped around his waist and handed it to Chen Changsheng.
Xuanyuan Po touched the whole body with his generous palms, and he didn't find anything interesting. He didn't even have a symbol for Ping An, and he was a bit frustrated.
Chen Changsheng patted his upper arm and smiled and said, "You cook at night."
Xuanyuan smiled and said, "If you win, extra two tablespoons of salt."
Chen Changsheng thought about it, if he really got the first place in the first list of the Dachao trial, he would eat more oil and salt in one meal, and drink two or three cups of wine, it seems that it does not matter.
He was about to leave the forest bank, suddenly thought of something, looked back at the folded sleeve on the stretcher and said, "No matter the outcome, I will try to give you that thing."
Folded sleeves looked at him expressionlessly and said, "You have to win."
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Chen Changsheng walked into the Xichen Building.
Gou Hanshi was already standing quietly in the field. The shirt on his body was washed a little white, and the sword on the waist could not see whether it was expensive or not, just like his people.
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