The dense wind and snow fell silently, the surrounding of the abandoned well was quiet, and the trees of Kitashinbashi had lost their leaves, and the trunks were covered with snow, like sentries with guns. The Holy Empress held her hands and looked in the direction of the Anglican Academy in the distance, and after a moment of silence, she said, "The Great Imperial Examination is about to begin, what do you think?"

"Your Excellency the Pope has taken His Highness Luoluo into the Academy Palace according to your wishes, but he has not said anything else. ”

Mo Yu looked at Niangniang's side face and said softly: "Actually, in my opinion, the easiest way is to kill Chen Changsheng directly, where will there be so much trouble." ”

The turmoil caused by the National Religious Academy, after the Holy Queen Niangniang expressed her position, no one mentioned it again soon, but Mo Yu thought that Niangniang did not want to use this matter to show her tolerance and bearing, but wanted to wait for all the people hidden behind the National Religious Academy to stand up - Niangniang knows everything in the world, and when she comes to ask her at this time, she must just want to see her attitude, then her attitude must be resolute enough.

To her surprise, the Holy Queen did not show any appreciation for her firm and even somewhat cold attitude, but the corners of her lips curled slightly, revealing a somewhat mocking smile, and said: "How boring is it to act like this? Besides, kill him, how will you sleep peacefully? You must know that the smell on the pillow and bedding will eventually dissipate." ”

Mo Yu was flustered when he heard this, thinking how to explain this?

The Holy Empress didn't give her a chance to explain, turned to look at her, and said with a smile: "On the night of the Qingteng Banquet, you imprisoned him in the Tong Palace?"

Mo Yu suddenly felt that today's snow was a little cold, and he dared to hesitate for a moment, and responded: "Yes." ”

The Holy Queen did not look at the abandoned well again, and said, "It is a good place." ”

Mo Yu didn't dare to speak anymore, bowed his head respectfully and humbly, held her hand, and walked towards the palace.

The night of the Qingteng Banquet trapped Chen Changsheng in the Tong Palace, it was something she did according to the request of a certain big man, as for why Chen Changsheng was able to get out of trouble, whether he really entered the bottom of the cold pool and met the taboo, Mo Yu didn't know, and he didn't dare to know, because no matter what, it was her reason.

Niangniang didn't say that she was satisfied or dissatisfied with her arrangement, but since she mentioned it, it was a warning.

The Great Zhou Dynasty and the opposition all know that Mo Yu is the second most powerful woman in the world, with unimaginable glory and wealth and power, and she occasionally rises up to smear red makeup between her eyebrows, which can revive the trend that has been silent for hundreds of years, but she knows very well that this qiē comes from the gift or consent of Niangniang.

Once the mother begins to doubt her, she will lose everything and will die with no place to bury.

Today's wind and snow are really cold, and the knuckles of her fingers holding her mother are a little pale, and her lips are also very pale, without a trace of blood.

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Chen Changsheng woke up in his bed at the National Education College.

His face was extremely pale, and his lips were pale, and there was not a trace of blood in sight.

But his body was covered with blood, and his shoulders, chest, and fingernails were all coagulated blood, which was particularly dazzling and terrifying compared to the snow-white bedding.

Looking at the roof, he kept his eyes open and was silent until the time of five breaths had passed and his breathing had gradually become stable, and then he slowly sat up sideways, supporting the edge of the bed with his left hand.

At the edge of the bed, he sat for another five breaths, and when his heartbeat gradually returned to normal, he got up and walked to the mirror.

He looked at the bloodied boy in the mirror and was silent for a long time.

It's a good feeling to be alive.

It's a really good feeling to walk around on the brink of death and then come back into the world.

He couldn't remember exactly what had happened in the subterranean space, except that when Starlight began to burn, his mind had fallen into an abyss filled with burning flames, hot soot, terrifying tears, unbearable pain, and despair.

He felt as if he was in a dream, but he knew it was the real thing. He was still in a trance, and subconsciously raised his sleeve and sniffed it, there were blood stains everywhere on his clothes, and although there was no pungent smell of blood, it was unbearable for him who liked to be clean.

He thought it was his own blood, and he still couldn't bear it, so he began to take a bath, washed it many times, and then made sure that all the blood was washed away, and took a large towel to wipe the water droplets on his body, and walked to the mirror, ready to open the window and let in some clean air from the winter snow.

As he walked past the large mirror, he suddenly stopped and looked into the mirror.

In the mirror, the teenager was naked, looking very ordinary. But he found something very unusual.

There are few people in this world who know his body as well as he does—he has always paid attention to these aspects because of his illness—and he remembers very well that above his left arm, there was a scar left by his brother's wrong hand when he burned him. But now, the scar is gone, and the left upper arm is smooth.

Only then did he notice that his skin had become much smoother, like a newborn baby. What made him even more incomprehensible was that he was obviously injured so badly, but he couldn't find a single scar on his body, and even the old scars left before had all disappeared, even the slightest one.

From spring to the present, the starlight drawn from the distant natal star has helped me successfully cleanse the marrow by the way in the process of turning into a true element?

His heart did not give birth to the ecstasy of getting what he wanted, because he was at a loss at this time, and he was still in a trance.

He looked at the young man in the mirror, frowning and thinking seriously.

Thinking is the most calm and sober thing. He became more and more sober and remembered more and more things. In the end, he finally remembered that the moment before he fell unconscious, he should have been in the cold underground space, in front of the Black Dragon senior, how could he have returned to the National Religious Academy when he woke up?

He looked at the slightly damp towel and gently rubbed it with his hand to confirm that the wetness was real.

He walked to the window, looked at the palace wall in the depths of the winter forest, and thought to himself that coming out of the underground space was the pond, if it wasn't for the black sheep to find a way to send himself back to the National Education Academy, the only person who could do this should be the middle-aged woman, who was that woman?

What happened in the underground space before, why is he still alive, is he really cleansing?

He stood by the window in silence for a long time, and finally made a decision, walked back to the bed, lifted all the bedding, sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to sit and look inward.

The abyss of despair and fullness began when he began to sit and look at himself, and now that he is alive, he does not hesitate to sit and look at himself again, because being alive is of course very important to him, but he can't accept living in a muddle, and he needs to figure out what his current state is.

The Divine Consciousness entered his body and began to roam again, but now that he had experience, this wandering was no longer an aimless observation, but more like patrolling his own territory, and it didn't take long for his Divine Sense to come to the snowy field, looking at the ground in the sky.

His eyes were closed, his eyelashes blinking slightly, and his face was as pale as snow.

He was nervous, worried that his consciousness would fall directly on the snowfield like the last time, igniting such a terrifying fire again.

Even if he was as strong-willed as he was, he would never want to suffer like that again.

Fortunately, this time his consciousness did not fall, and nothing special happened.

The snow field was still a snow field, and his divine sense noticed that there was a snow field in the corner that burned without a trace, turning into dozens of trickles flowing, flowing towards the south, moistening the desolate field all the way, but those streams were too thin, and the mountains were broken, and they could not form a so-called water system at all.

Those trickles should be the true element, because of the special circumstances of his meridians, they can't be connected to each other like ordinary cultivators, and can only store zài in a small area.

Chen Changsheng opened his eyes and began to think.

His current situation seems to be somewhat similar to Luoluo, but in fact the difference is very big.

Luoluo's body is extremely full of true yuan, but the meridians of the demon clan are very simple compared to humans, so it is difficult to use them to practice human exercises. His true yuan is pitifully small now, and his meridians are all broken, and it is even more difficult to practice the exercises. However, there is a certain common ground between the two.

Regarding the problem of meridians, he has been thinking about it all these years, so he will solve the problem of Luoluo in just a few months, and the process of solving the problem of Luoluo is actually a preparation for him to solve his own problem now, and he has already made arrangements for how he will practice.

Yes, the amount of true yuan in his body right now is indeed not much, and the meridians are indeed broken, but it does not mean that he cannot cultivate.

He walked to the window, looked at the most conspicuous cloud pine in the winter forest by the lake, breathed for a moment, and grasped the hilt of the short sword.

With a clear sound, the short sword came out of its sheath, and a scattered and condensed sword intent went from the window of the second-floor building towards that place.

The first style of Zhongshan's wind and rain sword is pale and yellow.

But he didn't have the true element operation method of Zhongshan Wind and Rain Sword, but used the simulation method that he taught Luoluo.

This was the first time Chen Changsheng had used True Yuan, and from this moment on, he began to call himself a cultivator, or a cultivator.

Anyone who had the same experience as him should be overjoyed at this time, and even burst into tears of excitement, but he didn't, just like when he confirmed that there was a true yuan flow in his body just now, he was calm and not like a fifteen-year-old boy, but more like a five-hundred-year-old cultivator.

Because cultivation has never been his goal, but only his means, and because he has imagined the current scene countless times, he has thought about it too many times, and he has already become numb.

As the sword intent broke through the air, his face instantly turned pale, and he snorted softly, feeling a little painful.

In the distance, the pine did not move, the stone platform outside the window cracked, and several stones shot into the room like powerful arrows, and shot into the wall with a muffled pop, and one hit his left arm.

According to the method of teaching Luoluo, there are still some problems, and it is really not so easy to find a new channel.

Chen Changsheng shook his head and turned around to get the medicinal powder to bandage his left arm.

Although his True Yuan was weak, it was difficult to truly exert the power of the Zhongshan Wind and Rain Sword, but after all, it was the True Yuan Sword that was used to control the sword, and those stones that were splashed up were not much worse than the power of ordinary feather arrows, and they could penetrate deep into the wall, so they could naturally injure his left arm lightly.

You should be more cautious in the future, he said to himself.

Then he found that his left arm was not injured at all, and not even a cold hair was broken.

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(The next chapter should be written before 12 o'clock.) ）