Chapter 432: Morning Rain

Thinking of the grassland in Zhou Garden, the twilight valley, the Taoist treasures and old things that were lost in the lake, Chen Changsheng was surprised and surprised.

When he came out of Zhou Yuan at that time, he didn't know what was going on, in other words, he didn't know how he left Zhou Yuan, and suddenly appeared in the Demon Domain Snow Field tens of thousands of miles away, because he didn't know the iron plate in the black robe's hand, and he didn't know anything about what happened in Zhou Yuan afterwards, and he heard Hua Jiefu and others relayed it on the road later.

If Zhou Yuan hadn't destroyed it, wouldn't it mean that those Heavenly Book Monuments that were snatched away by Zhou Du's husband might have seen the light of day again?

Yes, the most important and precious thing in Zhou Yuan is not the mausoleum, nor the lost magic weapons of those predecessors, nor the roast chicken, roast sheep, silver and books that he threw into the lake when he fought with the Nanke Shuangshou, of course, it is the Heavenly Book Tablet.

No, Chen Changsheng was stunned, thought of a possibility, and suddenly found that the most precious thing in Zhou Yuan was not necessarily the Heavenly Book Tablet.

At least for him.

If you see a girl for the first time...... If Zhou Yuan didn't destroy Miè, does it mean that she might still be alive?

He knew that this possibility was extremely small, but since he thought of this possibility, where was there still the slightest hesitation, and his divine sense rushed directly towards the phantom of the black stone tablet.

There was a loud bang, and it sounded in his sea of consciousness.

His wisps of divine consciousness suddenly turned into countless puffs of green smoke and disappeared without a trace.

He woke up in the library of the Anglican Academy, and the sea was shaken, the pain was excruciating, and he wanted to vomit in disgust.

It took a long time for the painful feeling to subside.

Without hesitation, Chen Changsheng once again separated a divine sense into the scabbard, begged Wan Jian to get out of the way, and in an instant, he came to the other side of the sea of sword intent again.

However, there is nothing there.

Ten thousand swords obeyed the order to get out of the way, and the sword intent was gone, so naturally there was no ocean of sword intent.

Without the ocean, where can we get to the other side?

Without a shore, there will naturally not be a black stone monument waiting for him on the shore.

Chen Changsheng thought about it for a while, and gave up controlling those swords, so the extremely powerful sword intent refilled the space, and the ocean reappeared.

His divine consciousness crossed the sea of sword intent again with great difficulty, came to the opposite shore, saw the black stone tablet, and then fell.

Still without any accidents, his wisp of consciousness was shattered, and he woke up again.

Chen Changsheng was silent for a long time, then got up and walked outside the library.

His consciousness was too depleted tonight to support him to try again.

It is necessary to suppress the rediscovery of Zhou Yuan and find those heavenly book tablets...... And the strong impulses she brings are very difficult things.

Even if he is the most resistant to temptation and the most rational teenager in the world, he still endures it very hard.

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There are some things that Chen Changsheng can't bear anymore, that is, he hasn't taken a bath for many days - from entering Zhou Yuan to returning thousands of miles south later, how can he have time to clean, so after returning to the National Education Academy today, he didn't do anything else, so he first used three buckets of hot water and half an hour to carefully wash himself from head to toe, from the inside to the outside, but even so, he still felt that he hadn't washed it clean.

Back in the small building, he washed himself twice, and after confirming that there was no dirt at all, he held the Long Yin Sword and began to cut his hair and shave, trimmed his fingernails to a slight circle, repaired his toenails to square, and changed into clean clothes, then he felt more comfortable, walked to the window, looked at Zhou Prison and Tianshuling again, folded his sleeves and said hello to Tang Thirty-six in his heart, and went to bed and began to sleep.

It was late at night.

At five o'clock in the morning, he woke up on time.

There was a faint smell in the room, not fat powder, not floral, but it smelled very pleasant.

There was a green silk on the pillow.

Come to think of it, Mo Yu should have been here.

Chen Changsheng was a little confused, thinking to himself that he actually slept like this last night, or was Mo Yu stronger than people thought?

You must know that now that he is already a cultivator at the peak of Tongyou, even if Mo Yu is in the Star Gathering Realm, there is no reason for him to lie beside him silently all night, but he is unaware.

Of course, his mood at this time was more uncomfortable and felt a little ridiculous.

Mo Yu was the most famous beauty of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

She was the second-highest status woman in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

And they are enemies.

He just returned to Kyoto, and she didn't even give him time for one night, so she had to come over quietly to sleep, what was she doing?

Suddenly a rain fell outside the window, and it didn't feel too cold, but early summer suddenly returned to spring.

Chen Changsheng looked out the window, and suddenly heard a loud sound coming from the direction of the courtyard gate in the distance.

It was a little familiar, as if in the early morning in the rain, Tianhai Shengxue took the iron cavalry of the Northern Army of the Great Zhou Dynasty and directly smashed the gate of the National Education College.

Who is coming in the rain this morning?

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The person who came to the Tianhai family was not Tianhai Shengxue, but it was also someone Chen Changsheng and Xuanyuan Po knew.

Xuanyuan Po looked at the young man sitting in the wheelchair, his feelings were a little complicated, his right arm was destroyed by this young man at the beginning, logically speaking, he should hate this young man very much, but later, this young man was crippled by His Royal Highness Luoluo, and the injury was more serious than him, and the injury on his right arm had basically healed in Chen Changsheng's treatment, and the honest bear boy really didn't have too much hatred, but some sympathy.

In a wheelchair is Tian Hague, the young strong man who once had a terrible reputation in Kyoto. Of course, those are already in the past.

Now Tian Hague'er is pale, his cheeks are a little puffy, and the muscles in his legs are obviously atrophied, and he has become a waste. Anyone who looks at such a young man, if he doesn't know the evil things he has done, must be like Xuanyuan Po, and feel pity and sympathy.

But Tian Hague is a man who does not need sympathy, he has never sympathized with others, nor does he need sympathy from others, he is cruel to others and to himself - even if he is crippled, he will not be willing to swallow his anger.

"Chen Changsheng, **** your ancestors are eighteenth generations. ”

When Chen Changsheng came to the gate of the National Education Academy, the first thing he heard was related to himself. Although to this day, he doesn't even know who his parents are, let alone where his ancestors are, but listening to Tian Hague'er's shrill voice, there is no way not to be annoyed because of this.

The courtyard door of the National Education College was pushed open, and in the morning rain, Chen Changsheng walked into Baihua Lane and began to face his enemies, just like last year.

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