Chapter 582: Everything is not false

The appearance of the devil brought great pressure to Chen Changsheng. The secret of his body was discovered, and he is very likely to face the greedy eyes of the whole world. The dialogue on the island brought more pressure to him. It is also the secret of his body. The broken meridian will let him die in the near future, and this is also known.
It turns out that the broken meridians were exploded by the Japanese wheel. It turns out that I am really a descendant of the Chen clan, so will I be the Prince Zhaoming? If you are a descendant of the Chen clan, then the encounter by the creek in the sixteen years is naturally not a coincidence. The teacher must have known his life experience long ago, did he know it?
This is his biggest pressure now.
-He must start to look squarely at many things. If the demon appeared in Hanshan, if it is really a game, it means that he may be abandoned. If he is also a game from Xining to Kyoto, what role has he been playing ignorantly?
In the past, no matter what obstacles and difficulties he encountered, whether he was applying to the Sixth Ivy League or the Dachao Examination, he was not too worried because he thought that his roots were in the old temple in Xining Town. Brother, now he found that all of this may be false.
Trust is no longer as firm as it used to be. How can Dao Xin be as quiet as before?
If even Brother Yu can’t believe it, who else can I rely on in this world?
Chen Changsheng is often praised as having calmness and calmness far beyond his age, but he is only a 16-year-old boy after all.
When things developed to this day, to this day, he finally couldn't bear it. He stared at the smoke on the lake, feeling sad.
Footsteps suddenly sounded on the stage.
Tang Thirty-six and folded sleeves came over.
They looked at Chen Changsheng's back and were worried.
Since Chen Changsheng came back, he hasn't spoken, appears extremely silent, and even a bit lonely, obviously something has gone wrong.
"What did the elderly Tianji tell you?"
Tang Thirty-six finally couldn't hold it back and asked him when he approached him.
Chen Changsheng leaned on the railing and still refused to speak, looking a little at a loss.
Suddenly said, "I don't believe that there are unsolvable problems in this world."
Chen Changsheng stood up straight, turned to look at him, and asked seriously, "What if there is?"
Folded sleeve's answer is very consistent with his character, simple and tough: "Big deal is death."
Tang Thirty-six added next to him: "And wanting to die is often not so easy."
Chen Changsheng looked at them and suddenly said, "Do you believe it, am I Prince Zhaoming?"
When he didn't want to say anything, he didn't say anything naturally, but after all, he was still a little unwilling, so he spoke and said the most important thing.
Hearing this sentence, Tang Sanxie glanced at the folded sleeve, a little nervous.
In fact, there have been rumors in this respect in Kyoto, but whether he or Chen Changsheng himself feels too nonsense, so they don’t take it seriously. But now that Chen Changsheng has asked questions so formally, it means that the old man of Tianji and Chen Changsheng have said things in this regard, and... this may be true.
The folded sleeves were still expressionless and did not give Tang 36 any help.
Tang Thirty-six looked slightly stunned, and then smiled, looking at Chen Changsheng: "What the are you talking about? How many miles away?"
Chen Changsheng didn't smile, quietly looked at his eyes and said, "Don't you often say that I am precocious and say that I am like an old man?"
"Premature maturity means that you can be more years old? Isn't the precocious pig breed in Heishanwa higher in life than its peers?"
Tang Thirty-six said mockingly.
Listening to such an indecent metaphor, Chen Changsheng was not angry and still did not smile, and continued to ask seriously: "If I were, what would I do?"
Tang Thirty-six calmed down, looked at him and said seriously: "Even if you are, what about it? Just as if it were a plate of pig ears, it would be good if it was cold."
Chen Changsheng knew he was persuading himself to ignore it, but... "Will the Queen Mother let me live?"
Tang Thirty-six said: "In Zhouyuan, are Nanke ready to let you live? On the mountain road, is the devil ready to let you live?"
Chen Changsheng understood what he meant, and the expression on his face faded away.
"Others want you to die, it doesn't mean you are going to die, no matter who it is, Nanke, Demon King, or Niang Niang."
Tang Thirty-six looked into his eyes and said: "Long thought, if you are really Prince Zhaoming, then as long as you survive, you will be the first heir to the throne of the Great Zhou Dynasty."
When he said this, his expression was very serious, but what he said was not very serious.
He knew that Chen Changsheng had no interest in such things as the throne, but just wanted to use these words to dilute the current atmosphere of repression.
"Speaking of which, Pope and Emperor Dazhou, which is better?" He asked Chen Changsheng with a smile.
Chen Changsheng did not answer this question, the person who answered the question was folded sleeves. The wolf tribe teenagers who have always been extremely indifferent to the world have some awkward ideas: "It is better to be an emperor. There are troops under his hand, and there are thirty-eight generals.
that's nice.
It's nice to have such friends.
Chen Changsheng thought in his heart.
Xining Town does not know if it is false or not, and his existence does not know whether it is false or not, but at least he can now be sure that these days in Kyoto are very real.
"Thank you." He said to Tang 36 and Folded Sleeve, and then felt something, said: "I have something to deal with first."
Folding his sleeves was unclear what he was going to deal with. Tang 36 easily guessed it, especially after perceiving the fluctuation of breath from his magical instrument, he saw the passage passing by the white sand and shallow water downstairs. Skirt shadow, which made him very depressed, and I thought he was a guy who forgot his meaning.
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The jujube core lies quietly in the white sand, in the clear lake water, I don’t know if it is because of her breath, this jujube core has become the object that many swimming fish in the lake are willing to get close to, and the surface is pecked. It was extremely clean, very smooth, and looked like a line of carved stone.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong sat at the table, their feet were immersed in the lake water, they did not sit closer to the ground deliberately, and their shoulders touched lightly from time to time.
This distance, this rhythm, this calm, is their most used and favorite, just as they feel for each other.
Xu Yourong said softly: "It's a pleasure to have such friends."
Chen Changsheng said: "You... don't have such a friend?"
Then he remembered that she was the princess of pampering in Kyoto from her childhood, and the heir to the Queen Mother and the Lady. From the age of five, she has left the ordinary world, so it is really difficult to have ordinary, but extremely precious friends.
Xu Yourong smiled slightly and said: "All the elder sisters and sisters in Zhai... even the elders except the teacher respect me. There is no way to chat casually, but I have some acquaintances who can talk about things in a town down the mountain... ...Introduce you to know later."
Listening to this, Chen Changsheng was a little curious, wondering why there would be your acquaintances in ordinary towns?
"If you really want to say friends... Actually, the brothers and sisters in the mountains are more like, but after all, they are not in one place, and there are relatively few opportunities for contact."
"I heard... that the place where Qiu Shanjun practiced his sword is not far from Cijian Temple?"
"What do you want to ask?"
"It's nothing."
"Okay, you're right, I always regard Brother as an extremely important friend."
"The problem is that he certainly doesn't think so."
"Luo Luo, worshipping you as a teacher, but don't know what she thinks."
"I can't say you."
"Because you don't make sense."
"Ok."
"Why didn't you speak?"
"What do you want to hear?"
"Are you... really Prince Zhaoming?"
The wooden platform downstairs suddenly became quiet.
The lake was gently swaying, the white sand was still, and the swimming fish was far away, as if it was aware of the change in atmosphere.
Chen Changsheng was silent for a long time and said, "I don't know, but I don't think so."
Xu Yourong leaned his head slightly and leaned gently on his shoulder.
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