Ze Tian Ji Chapter 92: Luoyang

Liang Wangsun will not participate in this war, at least in the beginning, but he must show his own attitude, so he left a sentence and a name.

That name represents half of Liang Palace's properties and Liang Hongzhuang, a master of Star Condensation Realm.

Liang Wangsun already got the military appointment through Mo Yu. Liang Hongzhuang is going to have Blue Pass. He will surely become a general and stay in a safer place on the battlefield, but the general will die a hundred battles, not to mention this is bound to be a long-lasting battle, who can guarantee that he can come back alive?

Moreover, Liang Hongzhuang knows his temperament and is convinced that it may be difficult to come back alive.

The so-called death is the case, but before that, there were still some hopes, such as those who were still alive.

Over the years, his relationship with Xunyang City Shou, Archbishop and others has been very good.

Although his relationship with Liang Wangsun is average, after all, he is a Liang Palace person. The big names in Xunyang City always give him some face.

All of this is for today.

Liang Hongzhuang was originally prepared for already. All of them will be killed tonight.

He knows the preferences of these people, and has written articles between cow candle, painting wall and red lantern and food.

Not to mention, there are also several former Hidden Pavilion assassins he's heavily invited in night.

When seeing the red lantern, Xu Yourong felt the fleeting killing, so it frowned.

Finally, Liang Hongzhuang changed his mind. Until a long time ago, no one knew why, and could not know.

In the coming summer, there will be a breakout on the grassland, and he will die under the steel hammer of the ninth Demon Commander.

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Sitting his own face in the mirror of looks at at the table, Chen Changshen thought about the story that Liang Hongzhuang did not finish, and sighed.

There was a gurgling voice behind him, and he looked back, seeing the graceful figure in the veil, and the faint flower pattern on the white obscene clothes was faintly visible.

He hurried over and packed up the bedding on the floor so as not to get in the way.

Xu Yourong got out of bed, washed briefly, put on a piece of clothing, no buttons, walked to the window and pushed with both hands.

The morning breeze came into the window and landed on her face, shaking her slightly wet black hair.

Spring light enters the room.

All rooms are spring.

looks at this picture, Chen Changshen naturally remembers many years ago.

It is in this inn, it is also a beautiful spring day.

He shouted at the whole Xunyang City, here is Li Mountain Young Junior Master Su Li.

Sudden storms and **** battles.

He doesn't need to shout this sentence today, and it's certainly more pleasant to be with Xu Yourong than with Su Li.

The most important difference is that Human Race Is divided, whether it is Orthodox Between the old and new factions, Divine Empress Tianhai versus Emperor's Clan of Chen Between them, and the biggest crack is between the north and south Pope Such benefactors are all trying to kill Su Li Not to mention others.

It's completely different now.

Luoyang took the initiative to send Firecloud Kirin to Cong Prefecture, and Xue He remained silent.

Liang Palace moved his family, but left half of his fortune. Liang Hongzhuang did not kill anyone, and went directly to own Blue Pass.

Hate still exists and cracks still exist, but already is nothing.

The Human Race is now united like never before.

Everyone knows that the Great Zhou dynasty is about to go north—after a few hundred years, Human Race will once again launch an attack on Demon race. This time, the goal is very clear, that is, to accomplish the great cause that the Emperor Taizong generation failed to accomplish. Play Old Snow City, completely defeat the opponent, and then conquer the opponent.

In the face of such a war, nothing matters, whether it is a personal hatred thousands of years ago or a conflict between ideas.

This is true across generations.

Xu Yourong didn't turn his head, squinting his eyes, the spring light in looks at Xunyang City is like a rabbit just waking up, a little cute.

"How long are you talking about staying at White Emperor City for so long?"

Last winter solstice, the Orthodox mission left Capital and went to Beast Lands tens of thousands of miles away. Pope Chen Changshen was in the team.

Until the day before yesterday, the meaning of spring has deepened, Xiao Zhang will return, and Chen Changshen will leave on the white crane.

A hundred days have passed?

Chen Changshen said: "Although there are precedents for everything, after all, hundreds of years have passed. It is not difficult for White Emperor to agree to joint soldiers, but the details are very troublesome.

Xu Yourong said: "It seems to be harder than fishing on the Red River."

When she said that, there was no expression on her face.

But everyone knows what emotion she wants to express.

Listening to this sentence, Chen Changshen froze for a while, and vaguely understood why she had behaved so coldly from the night before to today, but for a while she didn't know how to explain it.

The next moment, he suddenly remembered the instructions of Tang Thirty Six, his expression changed slightly and shouted: "Look, there are kites in the sky."

Xu Yourong raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked out to the sky outside the window.

Chen Changshen stepped forward, hugged her from behind, arms around, just right.

"I won't let go."

"The whole Continent is so united, how can we divide?"

"The confluence of North and South, the unity of North Korea and religion, all pointing at us."

"You go."

"Or, I took you."

Xu Yourong raised her eyebrows slightly and did not speak.

Why should it be hateful under the light of spring?

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Morning light rain, returning to this old land, people are lonely and avoiding.

Ten miles away, looks at Capital, the team is divided into two columns, one row goes to Beijing along Luo River, and one row goes to a distance.

The distance of Capital is not other places in Continent, but Luoyang. This is a very poetic statement.

When going from Xi Ning Village to Capital many years ago, Chen Changshen once passed Luoyang, but he did not enter the city at that time.

Luoyangju is not easy. The inns there are generally recognized as expensive.

This is the first time Chen Changshen entered Luoyang, and it was the first time he entered Changchun Temple.

This is the first time in ten years that he has seen his Master Shang Xingzhou.

In the Orthodox Academy World War I, Shang Xingzhou retreated from Luoyang and stayed at Changchun Temple. It has been ten years since then.

The past is over, but it is not windy. Human Race is now extremely united, but there are always some cracks that run between some people and things.

The deepest and most important crack is naturally between Chen Changshen and Shang Xingzhou.

Shang Xingzhou has ignored political affairs for many years, but he is still alive, which represents a party or a lot of beliefs.

Changchun Temple's Taoist did not stop from it, and calmly passed in the request for Chen Changshen to meet.

So even if their Temple Master was killed by Liu Qing from Chen Changshen ten years ago, they still kept the politeness to Chen Changshen and did not have any hatred.

This existence without emotion or subjective consciousness is really terrible.

Only such Taoists can probably push Xiao Zhang into the snow field, right?

Chen Changshen thought for a while and got a response from Guanli.

A six or seven-year-old priest ran out of the Changchun Temple, panting and said, "My ancestor said, I'm not seeing you today!"

Chen Changshen reached out and squeezed the priest's flushed face in the snow, and smiled and said, "Tell my ancestor, this is White Emperor City."

No one stopped him. It seems that this sentence really makes sense for Shang Xingzhou.

Changchun Temple is full of fields.

Paddy is not planted in the field, and the pine trees on the ridge are beautiful, but it does not mean that the field is planted with scenery.

The faint Aura shrouded the fields in early spring, and dozens of temples in Taoist Temple were originally planted with herbs.

Under the leadership of the Taoist priest, Chen Changshen came to this medicine field, picked up the medicinal ridge beside the ridge, and began to weed and move leaves.

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(No update tomorrow.)