The word traitor is actually not appropriate, or not accurate enough, in this story, it should be a spy and other words, such as the next sentence that broke the silence of the crowd: "Chen Changsheng, you villain, actually colluded with the demon clan to kill Lishan Gaocai, and now you have forced the moulting boy to death!"

"Forced to death? I think some big man used unsightly means! This is a shameless murder! It's so shameful!"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

After viewing the monument at the Tianshu Mausoleum, Chen Changsheng was no longer the target of hostility and hatred from all Kyoto people, and many people had begun to regard him as the glory of the Great Zhou. Some people loudly accused Chen Changsheng, and naturally some people defended him even louder. For a time, the sound of quarrels on the streets of Kyoto was loud, and it was extremely noisy and lively.

Chen Changsheng looked at the curtains and listened to the sound from outside the car, very surprised. On the way, Tong Guò Hua Suke He finally knew all the details of what happened outside the Zhou Garden, originally thought that after returning to Kyoto, the first thing was to confront Zhuang Changmoult, who knew that Zhuang Changmo last night...... Actually dead?

The voices outside the car window are getting louder and louder, the people's arguments are getting more and more intense, the words are getting sharper and sharper, noisy and annoying, Chen Changsheng wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything, his head was lowered and he was silent, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the childishness between his eyebrows and eyes was about to disappear after all.

Whether it was cheered by the crowd or pointed out by the people, in short, under the gaze of countless Kyoto people, Chen Changsheng returned to Kyoto, and it was not until the convoy drove into the depths of Baihua Lane that the world outside the window finally became quieter.

There are priests from the palace guarding the surroundings of Baihua Lane, no one can get close, Chen Changsheng looked at the still very new gate of the National Education Academy and the green vines that were still very old on it, feeling the solemn silence coming from all around, and felt a little uncomfortable.

It has not been too long since the Pope established himself as the successor of the state religion after a day of viewing the former mausoleum and a night of starry light in Kyoto. And after he left the Tianshu Mausoleum, he entered the Zhou Garden, spent his days in the grassland where the sun never sets, and then there were thousands of miles of snow, fleeing and rushing, there was no time or opportunity to feel some changes, and now there is a feeling of being in a different world.

A lot has changed, and the National Christian Academy, which was once surrounded by countless angry people in Kyoto, is now a place that ordinary people can't get close to at all, and although it is still far from recovering the grandeur of the past, the atmosphere has been completely new.

Fortunately, there are still many things that have not changed. Jin Yulu was still standing at the gate of the National Education Academy, the silk shirt full of copper coin patterns was still as smooth as water, Xuanyuan Po was still so powerful and majestic, his arms were thicker than a tree, and he always had the illusion of being devoured when he embraced.

Luoluo or Luoluo, like a breeze, put his hands around his neck, rubbed his chin with his forehead, and smiled with satisfaction on his little face.

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Standing on the big banyan tree by the lake, Chen Changsheng and Luoluo talked for a long time, and he told the little girl what happened in Zhou Yuan and what happened during the subsequent journey back to the south.

"The girl from the Xiuling clan...... Is it beautiful?"

There are so many things, there are magnificent waves, there are conspiracy assassinations, there is a sword for thousands of miles, there are ten thousand swords out of the sheath, there is an iron knife to break through the wind and rain, Luoluo only cares about this, she opened her big eyes, looked at Chen Changsheng and asked curiously.

Chen Changsheng naturally couldn't forget the girl named Chen Chujian, but suddenly found that he couldn't remember her eyebrows and eyes clearly, and for some reason he felt that his body was cold, and he felt that he was losing something.

Luoluo could feel the change in his feelings, looked at him with some sympathy, reached out and grabbed his sleeve, and said softly: "Sir, don't worry too much, I'll find a way to ask someone to check again." ”

In addition to cleaning up these memories and preparing for things in Kyoto, Chen Changsheng certainly did not forget to ask the people in the national religion to help find the whereabouts of the girl who first saw her. However, neither the priests in the palace nor the people from Han Qiucheng could be sure if there was such a girl among the cultivators of the Tongyun Realm who entered Zhou Yuan. Then, naturally, it is even more impossible to determine whether she survived.

Listening to Luoluo's words, Chen Changsheng was relieved, the relationship between the Xiuling clan and the White Emperor City and Daxizhou was very close, Luoluo's mother was Her Royal Highness the eldest princess of Daxizhou, and her father was the White Emperor of the Demon Clan, it should be more convenient for her to ask someone to check.

Luoluo said again: "Zhuang Moult is dead." ”

She had long forgotten that when she was studying in the Heavenly Dao Academy, she had seen the former genius classmate in Dean Mao's apartment, and at this time, she mentioned it just because she was worried that Zhuang Changmoult's death would bring some trouble to her husband.

Chen Changsheng was silent for a while and said, "Well, I know. ”

Luoluo said again: "Sir, I have been to the palace twice, and I wanted them to fold their sleeves, but it didn't work. ”

Chen Changsheng rubbed her head and said with a smile, "Blame you?"

Luo fell in his palm and rubbed it, tiger-headed, so cute.

The sunlight fell in the spring lake, and then reflected between the branches of the big banyan tree, turning into countless spots of light that could be deformed at any time, and one fell on Chen Changsheng's face. Luoluo stared at the spot of light and giggled. She was very happy, because her husband did not blame her, nor did he thank her, and he learned to speak to her in order to make her happy.

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Next, Chen Changsheng spent half an hour and three buckets of hot water to wash himself from head to toe refreshingly, and then went to the palace with Luoluo.

His Holiness was waiting for him in the palace.

It's not the main hall of light, but the quiet side hall.

The light in the hall was very light, only the tender green of the pot of green leaves jumped directly into people's eyes, and then, he saw the scepter that rested on the wall at random, and saw the clear pond and the gorgeous crystal seat, and the indescribable yin and yang crown on the seat. Finally, he saw the old man in sackcloth. Contrary to the fanatical imagination of the cultists in the world, the Supreme Pope looked like an ordinary old man, not even as eye-catching as the scepter and the crown.

Looking at the back of the Pope watering the green leaves, Chen Changsheng's thoughts were a little confused. Everyone knows that he is the chosen successor of the Pope, and some big people even know that he is the Pope's nephew, in other words, he is the only successor of the Pope in this world, but the problem is that he and the Pope have only met twice, and he is really not familiar with the Pope, and it is difficult to say that he is close.

The Pope took a handkerchief and wiped his hands, turned to look at him and smiled: "I remember that Su Li is very good at food, you follow him, do you have any good food?"

Obviously, the Pope's expression was so kind, and his voice was so gentle, just like the elders' questions to the juniors who had returned from a long trip, and in order not to let the juniors be too nervous, the questions were very trivial at first...... But Chen Changsheng felt that a mountain that straddled between heaven and earth was pressed down head-on.

From the Demon Domain Snow Field to Xunyang City, many people wanted to kill Su Li. Behind those men stood a tall, god-like figure.

It was His Holiness the Pope.

But Su Li survived, and it was because of Chen Changsheng that he couldn't help but think that the Pope's words were implicit, and he couldn't help but be nervous.

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(This tension is probably the same as the tension of meeting my father-in-law? ）