The wind inside and outside the Heavenly Book Tomb suddenly stopped, and the sound disappeared. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The whole world seems to be condensed, regardless of time or space.

The two sides in the confrontation have reached a stalemate, or a dead end.

This temporary balance is extremely fragile, and any change, whether it is a wisp of wind or a sound, can trigger countless cold killings, turning Kyoto into a sea of blood and fire, and burning all prosperity and ambition to ashes.

Few people dare to make decisions at the critical juncture of history's important decisions.

Xu Yourong proved that she could, whether it was a flood or an abyss, it would not make her eyelashes tremble slightly.

And everyone knew that she wouldn't wait in silence forever.

The imperial court's Xuanjia heavy cavalry is speeding back to Beijing.

If Shang Xingzhou refuses to agree to her request, then she will definitely attack in advance.

At such a critical moment, another important big man seemed to be asleep.

King Zhongshan looked in that direction and raised his eyebrows slightly.

No one wanted Xu Yourong's negotiations with Shang Xingzhou to break down, except for this brother of his.

King Xiang is a powerhouse in the sacred realm, with a deep background in the court, and he also has extremely strong strength in the military.

If both the imperial court and the state religion are defeated, if the strong men of the north and the south fight bloody battles, then who can stop him from ascending to the throne in the end?

Xu Yourong and Shang Xingzhou should both understand this, but they won't mention it.

Because it's also a bargaining chip for them.

In the end, the key to the success of this negotiation lies in that demand.

The problem is that such a tough and ruthless request is impossible for even a novice in the back kitchen of a Xijing wine shop who has no idea about life, who has lived a very mediocre life in the first half of his life, or even a novice who has worked hard, let alone a business boat?

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There was no wind, but the hem of the white sacrificial robe was gently fluttering, like a paper flower.

Compared to real flowers, paper flowers are cleaner, more plain, and have a more sad feeling.

Xu Yourong stood on Shinto, looking at Kyoto with his hands in his hands.

Her expression is very calm, but her beautiful eyebrows and eyes have a sense of magnificence.

Such as the sea, such as watching the world.

Shang Xingzhou suddenly felt as if he had seen the sea of heaven.

Many years ago, when I was a child, Tianhai.

During the reign of Taizong, he saw the little girl in the palace for the first time.

At that time, he didn't hate her, but admired her very much, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen to help her get on the throne later.

At that time, Tianhai was also extremely beautiful, but whether he looked at the horse or at Emperor Taizong, his expression was very indifferent.

This is exactly why Shang Xingzhou admires her.

If there is love in the sky, the sky will be old, and only the ruthless can achieve great things.

Shang Xingzhou also admires Xu Yourong.

Every word Xu Yourong said today, from the analysis of the overall situation, to the killing of Chen Liuwang, to the final description of the chaotic situation, was attacking the weakest spiritual loophole that he cared about the most, and at the same time she was also doing another important thing.

She's proving herself to the merchant boat.

overthrew the rule of the Holy Empress of Tianhai, returned all the government to the hands of the Chen royal family, and became the first person in the world.

Shang Xingzhou has been perfect in this life, and there is nothing to pursue, except for that one thing.

Xu Yourong asked him to choose to give up and quit at this time, so he had to prove that he could do that thing.

Chen Changsheng either can't, and even the rest of the people can't realize Taizong's will, because they are good people.

But she could.

Because she is not a good person, these things today are proof.

If you want to destroy the demons, I can, if you want the human race to dominate the world, I can still do it.

And at that time, the Pope was still surnamed Chen, the emperor was still surnamed Chen, and the human dynasty in the history books was surnamed Chen after all.

So, what are you not satisfied with? What are you not willing to give up?

If her threats to the ideals of the merchant boat, her ruthless methods, were the towering waves, then the accompanying proofs were the tranquil underwater, and the two combined to form countless waves, wave after wave, until they rose to the ground, crushing all the will to resist.

"The situation you have created today is perfect, the grandeur seems to burn the world, and the subtleties point directly to the hearts of the people, and it is really difficult to break. ”

Shang Xingzhou looked at Xu Yourong with some appreciation and some regret and said, "Because the people who can threaten you are not your enemies." ”

The meaning of this last sentence is somewhat complicated and somewhat awkward, and only they can understand.

"Chen Changsheng trusts me, so he has been silent, but unfortunately he was wrong. ”

Xu Yourong said: "Of course, I know that he will definitely prepare something, so I am also prepared." ”

Shang Xingzhou said with emotion: "I didn't expect you to even let him go." ”

Xu Yourong said: "Since I want to win you, I naturally have to win over your two students first." ”

That's why there was that conversation about entering the palace late at night, and the conversation next to the beef bone pot on Fusui Road?

Shang Xingzhou looked at her quietly, and suddenly said, "If I hadn't convinced him, or you would have really won today." ”

As these words fell, the wind suddenly rose again in the Heavenly Book Tomb, stirring the stone chips and grass branches on the Shinto.

The wind rises because the clouds fall.

A cloud fell on the southern outskirts of Kyoto and drifted towards the Tensho Mausoleum.

The prohibition in the Heavenly Book Tomb seemed to have no effect on this cloud, and soon, the cloud floated under the Shinto.

The one Shang Xingzhou mentioned, on that cloud, was a scholar in cloth clothes.

Inside and outside the Heavenly Book Mausoleum, tens of millions of people saw this scholar coming in the clouds, shocked, guessed, and then began to rejoice, even ecstasy.

Xu Yourong looked at the middle-aged scholar, his expression was still calm, but he was slightly tired, which was mental.

Then, she felt a little mocking, still mental.

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Looking at the black crowd in the square, Hu Thirty-two's face was a little ugly.

At the beginning, in the cattle bone shop on Fusui Road, Chen Changsheng said that he believed that Xu Yourong would not do that, and he was very worried.

What happened today proves that he was right in his fears at the time.

Anwar and hundreds of believers knelt in the square, holding a snow-bright and sharp knife in both hands.

Their appeal is very simple, that is, they kneel and beg the Pope not to leave the palace today, and not to interfere with what happened in the Tianshu Mausoleum.

If Chen Changsheng refused to agree to their request, then they would commit suicide in front of Chen Changsheng.

They are all Chen Changsheng's most fanatical followers, and they will definitely do this kind of thing for the sake of Chen Changsheng and the great cause of the state religion.

To-32 glanced back at the secluded side hall, his gloom even heavier, but it was clearly for another question.

Listening to the voices coming from outside the hall, Chen Changsheng didn't speak.

The gray-robed old man with a paintbrush said impatiently: "Hurry up and shut up these foolish men and fools!"

It is rare for someone to dare to be so unkind to the Pope.

In fact, when they first met in Hanshan, this old man's attitude towards Chen Changsheng was very contemptuous.

At that time, the Demon Lord wanted to eat Chen Changsheng, and the old man appeared with the scholar who traveled all over the world.

The old man appeared in the stone room of the palace and looked at Chen Changsheng for so many days, which naturally represented the meaning of that scholar.

Chen Changsheng is the Pope, and it seems that he can't refuse the scholar's meaning.

And in the eyes of many people, that scholar was well-intentioned.

Now Chen Changsheng naturally knew the identity of this old man.

He is Wu Daozi, the world-famous painting saint during the Taizong period.

The portraits on the Lingyan Pavilion were all painted by him.

Watching Wu Daozi walk down from the gray wall that day, Chen Changsheng knew that Xu Yourong was defeated.

After all, she still underestimated Master, or these old people.

Those old people were the old people he had thought of when he was on the streets of Wenshui.

Those old people who have experienced countless bloody wars and seen the real vicissitudes of life.

Chen Changsheng and Wu Daozi walked outside the hall.

Hu Thirty-two looked at the gray-clothed old man with a slightly different expression, but he didn't dare to ask, and stepped forward and whispered a few words of persuasion in Chen Changsheng's ear.

Wu Daozi felt more and more impatient.

Chen Changsheng looked at the gray sky and suddenly said, "Do it." ”

A cavalry galloped in from the direction of the Caoyue Hall and launched a charge, and the smoke and dust rose heavily.

Hu Thirty-two's expression changed suddenly, and he wanted to kneel down and persuade him, but he was avoided by Chen Changsheng.

He leaned forward and threw himself in front of Wu Daozi.

At some point, an extremely dark short knife appeared in his hand.

His face was still painful and tangled, but his eyes were extremely calm.

It's like the dark sword light that breaks through the air, and it can't attract anyone's attention.

Wu Daozi's expression changed suddenly, and a sharp roar burst out from his lips, and an unimaginable grand power fell with the brush.

With a soft snap, a dull willow tree burst through the air and rolled up the paintbrush.

A falling star stone appeared in the square like a netherworld abyss, attracting the attention of countless people and forming a barrier.

With a pop, the short knife plunged into the sole of Wu Daozi's foot, and blood shot out.

With his head bowed, To-Thirty-two half-crouched in front of him, and with an expressionless face, he drew his short knife and stabbed him in the lower abdomen. (To be continued.) )