Fighter of the Destiny

After arriving at Xue Mansion, Zhou Tong's tone of voice sounded like that of an elder, especially when he was teaching Mrs. Wei a lesson.

Standing in Xue's mansion, he looked relaxed and seemed to be particularly familiar with the place, because he had indeed been here many times, just like an elder who had just returned from doing business abroad for many years.

In short, it is easy to give people the feeling that this place is like Zhou Tong's home.

This makes people very angry, because as we all know, the owner of Xue Mansion was ruthlessly and shamelessly poisoned by him.

The housekeeper of the Xue Mansion angrily stepped forward with a broom and tried to snatch the young lady out of the hands of those officials, but was kicked to the ground hard.

The servant woman shouted in panic and ran towards the house.

People from the Xue family rushed over, looked at the scenes in the field, and asked in a slightly trembling voice: "Zhou Tong, what do you want to do!"

Zhou Tong stood quietly in the courtyard, looking at the green plants in the house in front of him. Many memories flashed through his mind, giving rise to many emotions.

In fact, he didn't know why he came here or what he wanted to do. It wasn't until he actually came here that he realized that he really just wanted to see that person one last time.

He looked at Mrs. Xue and said slowly, "I'll put on the incense stick and leave."

Mrs. Xue's voice trembled slightly, but her expression was extremely firm: "You know this is impossible."

Zhou Tong said calmly: "This is not something you can decide."

The conspiracy a few days ago, the poison in the medicine bowl, and the exposure of corpses outside the official channels, these things are all related to the Xue Mansion, but they have nothing to do with it.

The people in Xue Mansion cannot decide their own life, death, honor or disgrace, they can only accept it in despair or wait to be saved.

Today there is a sacrifice in the Xue Mansion, but no one dares to come, so who will come to save the helplessness and despair here?

"Please give way."

A voice came from outside the door.

Zhou Tong's body stiffened slightly.

The officials of the Qing Li Department all turned their heads and looked back, thinking that someone was actually coming?

"What's wrong with you people? What are you doing blocking other people's doors?"

A voice from a girl sounded immediately.

Zhou Tong slowly turned around, looked out the door, and narrowed his eyes.

He wanted to hide his true inner emotions, but also because the scene outside the door made him feel a little dazzling.

There were many young people on the street.

Those people were both male and female, some had lively eyes, some were honest and honest, some were proud and proud, and some had nervous expressions, but they all had one characteristic, that is, they were young and full of energy.

Even with all kinds of emotions and hundreds of temperaments, there is vitality that cannot be concealed.

This energy made him feel a little dazzling and even painful, perhaps because he was old.

In Kyoto, the place with the most young people and vitality is Ioto Sixth Academy.

The situation has been tense recently, and the Sixth Ivy Academy has closed its doors, with only one exception, the National Education Academy.

Those young people were students of the Anglican Academy.

Chen Changsheng and Su Moyu stood at the front of the crowd.

Seeing this scene, the officials of the Department of Civil Affairs and the informants representing various forces on the street were shocked and speechless.

Chen Changsheng is indeed here.

He came to pay homage to Xue Xingchuan.

He came to slap Zhou Tong and the court in the face.

Chen Changsheng walked towards Xue's mansion as if he didn't see the officials from the Department of Civil Affairs who were blocking him.

The young people from the National Academy of Education followed him forward.

The officials blocked the door of Xue Mansion. If they did not give way, the two sides would easily collide.

Collisions can easily cause friction.

Increasing friction is fighting.

Combat escalation is war.

Will the situation in Kyoto, which was calm just now, become turbulent again?

Zhou Tong didn't say anything, so the officials of the Qing Dynasty Department had no intention of getting out of the way.

The students of the National Education College had no intention of stopping, because Chen Changsheng was still moving forward.

Zhou Tong didn't expect that Chen Changsheng would suddenly change his mind and come to Xue Mansion, but what if he did?

At least half of the secret force of the Zhou Dynasty was in his hands, which was a very terrifying power.

Chen Changsheng's current status is very high, but he has little power. Just like now, the people standing behind him are just some ordinary students from the National Education Academy.

Before he ascended to the throne of pope, he could not mobilize the power of the state religion.

How much trouble can the National Education Academy alone create in Kyoto?

But... Zhou Tong frowned.

What if the calculation is wrong? What if something unexpected happens? What if those princes want to take action against Chen Changsheng?

Just when he was thinking about these things, an accident happened.

The students of the National Education College met the officials of the Purification Department, and then they collided, followed by the natural exchange of curses.

Choking! The sound of the cold knife being unsheathed was particularly clear in front of the Xue Mansion, as if it was about to cut off the autumn wind.

The officials of the Qing Dynasty Department did not attack first. Some people drew their swords out of their sheaths more to intimidate the young people.

They don't know that those young people, especially the girls among them, have been waiting for this opportunity.

"Stop!" Zhou Tong said in a deep voice.

Of course those young people would not listen to him.

The officials of the Qing Dynasty Department wanted to listen to him, but they had no choice but to listen to him.

More than ten clear calls echoed through the long street.

Countless rays of clear light rise vertically and horizontally in the autumn mood, which is poignant and moving.

It was an extremely pure sword intent and an exquisite and unparalleled coordination.

The cold sword intent weaved into an invisible net and sprinkled towards the officials in front of Xue Mansion.

Zhou Tong himself could only choose to avoid these sword intentions temporarily, let alone those officials.

Muffled groans sounded continuously, and blood spurted out. More than a dozen officials from the Qing Dynasty were directly slashed with blood by those swords, and then were knocked away.

In just an instant, the stone lions on both sides of the main entrance of Xue Mansion were stained red with blood, and there were more than ten bloody people on the street. The scene looked very bloody.

No one could stand in front of the Xue Mansion, and a large open space appeared.

Chen Changsheng walked in.

Ye Xiaolian and more than ten senior sisters sheathed their swords at the same time, stood behind him, and then entered the house.

Chen Changsheng walked up to Zhou Tong.

There was a sound of metal friction and the sound of a powerful crossbow being cocked.

The situation was tense, but Zhou Tong's expression was calm.

He looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "The future Pope of our Great Zhou Dynasty actually needs to be protected by the girls from Saintess' Peak. It would be a bit embarrassing for this to spread."

The ability to seriously injure more than a dozen masters of the Qing Dynasty in such a short period of time was naturally not the strength of the students of the National Education Academy, but the world-famous Nanxi Zhai Sword Formation.

Chen Changsheng did not speak. The person who spoke was Ye Xiaolian.

"You court officials can't even defeat little girls like us. That would be really embarrassing."

Zhou Tong didn't care, even if Chen Changsheng spoke in person, no matter how humiliated he was, he could endure it.

Because he considered himself very mature, so ripe that it was rotten to the point of being rotten, and the bottom of his bloody official robe was covered with rotten fruit pulp, so he was never afraid of being defiled.

Before His Majesty the Pope returns to Xinghai, he will not give Chen Changsheng any chance or excuse to attack.

Although he was not afraid of Chen Changsheng, just as the vigor made him feel a bit dazzling, by the same token, he was unwilling to fight with these young people.

Again, he is a very mature and powerful minister, and also a very successful treacherous minister.

However, the next two words Chen Changsheng said made it impossible for him to maintain silence and inner peace anymore.

Chen Changsheng did not deliberately want to humiliate him, but really wanted to know the answer.

That kind of calmness and seriousness made Zhou Tong feel that his soul could no longer be seen by others.

Because he couldn't answer Chen Changsheng's question.

Chen Changsheng said: "After I came to Kyoto, I often heard people say that if you die, only Xue Xingchuan will collect your body for you."

This is a widely circulated statement in the mainland. Zhou Tong heard it more than once, and his eyes narrowed into a cold line.

Chen Changsheng looked at him and asked seriously: "Now that he has been killed by you, who will collect your body after you die?"

This is a very simple question.

All it takes is simple inference to arrive at the conclusion.

Zhou Tong could not answer.

Because he doesn't want to end like that.

No one wants that ending.

——Death without a burial place.

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