The Xue Mansion, which was once deserted, is still not lively now, but at least some people have passed by, and they are all big figures. In front of the spirit, the King of Zhongshan just nodded casually and turned away. The Minister of Rites carefully sipping incense sticks, and then whispered something, but no one knew what he was saying.

There was a quiet room in the east courtyard, where Chen Changsheng, Su Moyu, Chen Liuwang, and Tianhai Shengxue sat on the chair.

All four of them were very young, and the oldest Tianhai Shengxue was only over thirty years old.

Chen Changsheng looked at the wound on Tian Haishengxue's face and wanted to say something.

Tianhai Shengxue opened his mouth first.

After the grand dynasty exam, the grudge between the National Education College and Tian Hai Shengxue was resolved, and there was a little unknown tacit understanding in private. That tacit understanding and the promises seemed so fragile and vulnerable in the context of the Tianshuling Incident, but after all, the two sides had a tacit understanding.

And as mentioned earlier, they are all still young.

When young people speak, they will be much less stale and more direct.

"You should be very clear that these big men who came to Xue's mansion today want to use your power to test or confirm the current bureau."

Tianhai Shengxue said: "The supreme authority of Daozun in the court needs Zhou Tong to live to prove that at least no one dares to challenge this point, but I believe that as time goes by, our father will not always be willing to be small."

His father was Chengwu of Tianhai, and King Chenliu's father was King Xiang, both of whom were real big figures of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Chen Changsheng understood what he meant, and after quiet for a while, he said, "No one knows how long it will take."

"You can't just make a stroll just because you can't determine the way forward, because it's easy to get into the wrong way."

King Chenliu looked at him and persuaded seriously: "Everything should be the overall situation first. If you succeed as the Pope, it is a major situation that is more important than everything. It is worth patient and waiting for it."

Chen Changsheng didn't say anything, he had a different view on this.

He knows his teacher better than anyone else, including the Pope.

After living in the old temple in Xining Town for fourteen years, the middle-aged Taoist was a master and a father to him. But now when I think about it carefully, neither he nor the rest of the people had seen the true face of the middle-aged Taoist. What they saw was just a corner of the mountain in the thick fog, a line of blue sky in the cloudy sky, and a flower by the stream.

Now after so many things, many pictures and fragments of memory have gradually condensed and formed, whether it is the flowers by the stream, the mountains in the fog, or the blue sky behind the clouds, the Taoist hiding in the temple, those details that seem to have no purpose but actually hide infinite wisdom, forming a real picture, that is, his teacher Shang Xingzhou.

His Majesty the Pope wanted to spread the national religion to Chen Changsheng. He thought that with the power of the Palace and his reputation were enough to ensure that after he returned to the Star Sea, at least no one within the National Church dared to oppose this matter. As long as the national religion is stable and unified, the court will not be able to interfere in this matter.

Chen Changsheng knew that this matter would not develop like this. He was very sure that the day when the uncle of the scholar returned to the starry sea was the day when the teacher did it on himself. He was either killed, or like the little black dragon, he was forever imprisoned in an abyss without seeing the light of heaven.

——No matter what kind of result it is, it is not the result he wants.

Tianhai Shengxue felt something and said, "If you really think something will happen, you should prepare in advance now."

Chen Changsheng shook his head and said, "No preparation means much."

Just like that night, when the Emperor's Emperor's Secretariat failed, the situation in Kyoto was determined by the battle between the Heavenly Book Tomb.

The history of the continent has always been determined by the strong people in the sacred realm.

There is an insurmountable gap between the sacred and the secular,

No matter how strong Chen Changsheng's talent in practicing Taoism is, it is impossible for him to cross that gully in just a few dozen days.

"You should leave."

King Chenliu has a different view from Tianhai Shengxue: "Because the Pope can still force your teacher to not take action... This is the best and last opportunity."

Su Moyu glanced at Chen Changsheng.

In the National Education College, he once made the same proposal.

Chen Changsheng didn't say anything, he knew he couldn't leave.

Tian Hai Shengxue left and said before walking out of the quiet room: "In a few days, the celebration will begin."

Many major events happened this fall. The Queen of Heavenly Sea returns to the Star Sea and the Demon Lord falls into the abyss of death.

There are still some things that are about to happen, and the only thing that can be compared with these two things is the convergence of the north and the south.

In a few days, the celebration of the north-south convergence will be held in Kyoto. According to the spring, the White Emperor and his wife may come to watch the ceremony.

Chen Changsheng understood what Tian Hai Shengxue wanted to remind himself.

Luoluo, maybe he will return to Kyoto.

...

...

Zhou Tong returned to Beibingmasi Hutong.

He stood under the courtyard wall, with his hands on his back, looking at the deep tree pit, with a look of indifferent expression, without saying a word, waiting for the return of the crabapple tree.

A shrill bird song suddenly sounded in the slanting autumn sky. He and several subordinate officials looked up and saw a black shadow falling down from the sky weakly.

It was a red eagle, the most resistant to long-distance flights, and it could cross thousands of mountains and rivers overnight, and it would not feel tired.

This Red Eagle, who returned from the south, was exhausted alive.

Something big must have happened in the south.

Lishan Sword Sect? Qiushan Family? Or... Huaiyuan?

Zhou Tong raised his eyebrows.

The subordinates rushed over and presented emergency information from the south.

Wang Po left Huaiyuan.

The secret spy of the Qing official and Si who had been following this person was dumped in the Qing River two days ago and lost Wang Po's trace.

No one knows where Wang Po is going and where he is now.

Zhou Tong stared at the subordinate without saying a word.

The subordinate's voice was hesitant: "He... might come to Kyoto."

Zhou Tong's expression changed slightly. After a while, he suddenly said, "I want to enter the palace."

The subordinates didn't react. If Wang Po really wanted to come to Kyoto, why didn't the adults quickly arrange people to intercept or kill him, but were in a hurry to enter the palace?

"Are you all deaf?"

Zhou Tong's face was a little pale and his voice was a little sharp.

He was in a hurry to enter the palace because he was very uneasy and even a little scared now.

Only in the palace and under the gaze of Dao Zun, will he feel safe.

He was very sure that Wang Po would come to Kyoto.

He was very sure what Wang Po was going to do.

...

...

After returning to the National Education College, Chen Changsheng also learned the news.

Su Moyu was confused and asked, "What did he do in Kyoto? Come and worship Xue Xingchuan?"

No one dared to collect the body of Xue Xingchuan, and no one dared to pay tribute. At this time, if Wang Po appeared, it would be very consistent with the world's impression of him.

Chen Changsheng didn't think so. He knew it was not for worship or for anything else.

Wang Po came to Kyoto and wanted to do one thing.

He wants to kill someone.

Kill Zhou Tong.
Chapter completed!