Before Tianshuling, they hadn't seen each other for several years, and then they were strangers, and they could even be said to be enemies, but after all, they were masters and apprentices, and they had lived together in the old temple in Xining Town for more than ten years, and they knew each other's extremes, and they knew what each other was thinking with only some of the slightest movements, even if it was a change in their eyes, which was the so-called feeling. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Shang Xingzhou felt Chen Changsheng's mood when he pulled out the sword from the flower pot, so he asked that sentence.

But after getting Chen Changsheng's confirmation, he didn't feel relaxed, let alone proud, but asked again.

"Do you know what this place is?"

Chen Changsheng is the dean of the National Education College, and he has lived here for many years, but he really doesn't know what this red building is-the National Education College is too big, and the place where he studied and lived these years is limited to the woods and Tibets near the imperial city, and it is not one-tenth the size of the National Education College.

Shang Xingzhou said: "This is the Maple Grove Pavilion, and those two rows of maple trees were moved from the Cardinal by me back then. ”

Chen Changsheng thought to himself, no wonder it looked a little familiar.

"Merissa is my friend. ”

Shang Xingzhou looked at his face, and said with a somewhat complicated emotion: "He has always admired you, I don't understand very much, but now I can slowly understand a little." ”

Hearing this, Chen Changsheng didn't know whether he should feel proud and relieved or should let the sourness in his heart infiltrate freely, so he could only be silent.

It's already at a moment like this, what's the point of saying this?Or is it because Shang Xingzhou confirmed that Chen Changsheng's sword was about to run out, and thought that he would fail or even die, so he felt emotional? But what is the importance of the origin of this Fenglin Pavilion?

Shang Xingzhou turned to look outside the building and said, "The last battle of that year took place here. ”

It was the night of the bloody incident at the Anglican College more than 20 years ago.

The red of the Maple Forest Pavilion is so eye-catching, I don't know if it's because it was stained with too much blood that night.

"A lot of people died that night, a lot of young people, who were as good as you, maybe even better than you. ”

Shang Xingzhou retracted his gaze, looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "I've seen too many lives and deaths in my life, and I really don't care anymore, so don't expect me to be soft-hearted." ”

The meaning of this sentence is very clear.

If Chen Changsheng still didn't admit defeat, he would never be afraid to cut Chen Changsheng himself under the sword.

Chen Changsheng did not admit defeat, did not even say anything, and remained silent.

He raised his right hand, the short sword in front of him, the mud fell, and the cold light grew.

Shang Xingzhou understood his choice and walked over to him.

A very clear footprint appeared on the floor.

Each footprint glows and then burns.

In the blue sky after the clouds cleared, the sun was extremely bright, shining on the Anglican College.

The Maple Pavilion shone with a dazzling light, as if it was really burning, and the maple trees outside shook in the wind, like tongues of fire that spewed out.

This is a fire made of countless years of thick blood burning, exuding a faint smell of burning, and it has a sense of grandeur and awe.

The blood fire reflected the figure of Shang Xingzhou unusually tall, like a god and a demon.

This is his life, and it is also the life of Wang Zhice, Old Lady Tang and others.

They don't give up on their ideas and persistence for anything.

A clear whistle.

The wind was raging in the Maple Grove Pavilion.

The maple tree shook even more violently, as if the tongue of fire was spitting out, and it wanted to burn to the sky.

Shang Xingzhou slashed down with a sword in both hands, bringing out a burst of blood and fire.

The blood and fire are bright, but his figure is cold, and the two contrast each other, which is particularly distinct.

With a loud bang, the blood and fire splattered into countless sparks, flying everywhere in the Maple Grove Pavilion, igniting the floor and columns.

The short sword broke through the window and flew away, Chen Changsheng took more than ten steps back, spurting out a mouthful of blood.

Shang Xingzhou raised his sword and walked over to him again.

Chen Changsheng couldn't see any panicked look on his face.

He said to Shang Xingzhou, "Admit defeat, Master. ”

From the very beginning, he began to say this.

In the lake, in front of Tibet, in many places, he picked up a sword and would say a word.

Then, those swords were cut down by the merchant boat.

Now, his last sword is gone, and he's still saying things like that.

Shang Xingzhou's face did not show a mocking expression, nor was he puzzled.

It seemed that he knew where Chen Changsheng's confidence came from.

Chen Changsheng raised his right hand.

There was nothing but air and fire.

Could he still conjure a sword out of the air?

Not far away, the sound of the air being cut was suddenly heard.

A cold light passed through the broken window, then vanished.

The short sword returned to Chen Changsheng's hand.

Immediately afterward, countless sounds of breaking the air kept resounding throughout the Anglican Academy.

The voice was very sharp, and naturally had a sharp feeling.

The sound of breaking the air became more and more dense, as if it was like a torrential rain, but it was more like a rainstorm of arrows.

Countless sword lights lit up from the medi, the trees, and the water.

Lao Mei was neatly cut off, and it looked like an incense burner that had been burning for three days and three nights.

Ten holes appeared in the broken ancient tree, which really looked like the hole flute used by the gods.

Countless ripples rippled in the lake, as if hundreds of fat carp were struggling to swim down from the rancid mud.

Those swords that were hidden in the National Religious Academy by Tang Thirty-six.

Those swords that were found by Chen Changsheng in turn.

Those swords that were shot down by the merchant boat.

Burst into the air.

Fly towards Maple Grove Pavilion.

Dozens of swords came to Chen Changsheng's side.

Shang Xingzhou looked at him and said, "Not enough." ”

Chen Changsheng's fingers tapped the short sword.

A crisp sword roar dispersed in all directions, carrying dozens of cold and extremely pure sword intent.

There was a soft snap, and Shang Xingzhou's bun broke.

The seemingly ordinary ebony bun was broken at this time, which was by no means unusual.

Countless cold rays of light rushed out from inside, like a big river, and there was a feeling of excitement.

The wind was blowing, and the swaying maple trees were chopped up and danced into red debris that flew in all directions.

The cornices of the pavilion are cut out of countless straight lines, and the red walls and columns are cut out of countless mottled lines.

The flame that is about to be ignited by the sun also needs to be attached to objective things.

If the skin does not exist, the high-rise building will fall, how can the blood and fire be sustained?

The tongue of flame that burned towards the sky gradually disappeared, and the color gradually spoke, until it finally disappeared into nothingness.

The light of the sky fell on the dilapidated Maple Grove Pavilion.

Thousands of swords were silently suspended around Chen Changsheng.

The cold and terrifying sword intent filled the heavens and the earth.

There is a faint connection between these sword intents, flowing and turning, endless, giving people a feeling that they cannot be broken.

Chen Changsheng looked at Shang Xingzhou and asked, "Is it enough now?"

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(Maple Grove Pavilion, from the true colors of heroes, Little Pony.) This picture was prepared by me more than two years ago, shortly after the book was opened, and I like it very much. ）