1021 The Academy’s Matter Of Course (2/2)
Although he was from Taoism and possessed the noblest root and talent, and she was from Devil's Doctrine which was renowned as evil and dominating, they were both students of the Academy.
It was deadly quiet in the plaza. The only sounds were the yearning of the wounded and the weeping over their dead friends.
Looking at Chen Pipi and Tang Xiaotang, this South Sea girl gradually calmed down and expressed some self-mockery. ”Why should you die here? The Abbey Dean is waiting for you on Peach Mountain,” she asked Chen Pipi.
Chen Pipi explained seriously, ”Ning Que once said, 'When autumn's golden wind embraces the dew of jades, all the love scenes on earth will fade.' I'm the golden wind and she is the dew of jades.”
Xiaoyu was stunned and replied sadly, ”Indeed well said.”
Chen Pipi smiled at her, ”In fact… what Ning Que said next was my favorite. He said we would be together forever and ever.”
”So?”
”So it is not our last day today.”
”You should know whose will this is.”
”My father's? I'm not sure why his will has to be practiced.”
”This is Haotian's World. The Abbey Dean is practicing Haotian's will. No one could change it.”
”I'm his son. And my Brother is his student. Probably we are not able to change him… But I guess someone in this world could.”
”Who?”
”Ning Que.” Chen Pipi said seriously, ”That fellow, even Haotian was not his match. How could you think my father would be able to defeat him?”
”Ning Que is in Chang'an and could not leave. He won't be able to change anything here today.” Xiaoyu looked at him calmly and lifted her right arm. The loose sleeve of her robe rolled down and unveiled her fair arm. It was pretty.
Tang Xiaotang shouted at Chen Pipi, ”Don't look!”
Chen Pipi opens his eyes widely and said, ”I am a bit surprised because all her family members used to be swarthy. How did her skin become so fair?”
Making inappropriate jokes meant that he was nervous.
Xiaoyu lifted her right arm and the cavalrymen of West-Hill were ready for another round of attack.
Chen Pipi said Ning Que could change it, not because he really believed so, but rather he was used to boasting of his friend. He looked to Ye Su and received confirmation.
”Brother, it seems you are indeed enlightened,” Ye Su said.
”Why did you say so?”
”Because you can see the future.”
”Hm?”
”You said… it was the last day.” Ye Su smiled, ”This is my last day.”
Chen Pipi said, ”Then it's also mine.”
According to the current situation, Tang Xiaotang would never be defeated by Xiaoyu. The disciples of the Sword Garret were still fighting fiercely with their swords shining and should be able to cover their retreat.
But they knew that they were doomed.
Because this time it was what the Abbey Dean wanted.
That man was Ye Su's most respected mentor and Chen Pipi's father. They knew exactly how powerful and scary he was. Even though his Ocean of Qi and Mountain of Snow was also destroyed like theirs, he could still overtake the Heaven and Earth with a single movement of his psyche.
The Abbey Dean had never made any mistakes except for the confrontation with the Headmaster. Today there must be more people coming to the Song to carry out the last round of slaughter.
It felt oppressed, and gradually became horrifying with Chen Pipi's silence and the yearning of the wounded. The snow fell down even slower.
”We, ourselves, are the path, the truth, and the life.” Ye Su looked at the frustrated and miserable followers and said slowly, ”If we follow our hearts, we will definitely get out of the dark valley and obtain the ultimate joy.”
Upon these words, the snow storm stopped. The sky above the Song capital cracked between the snowy clouds. Light fell onto him and formed a golden lining on his figure.
The followers of the New Stream were stunned upon the scene and all fell onto their knees.
”The path, the truth, and the life?”
There was a small yard in a few blocks away. Long Qing stood in the middle of the yard and held his hands on the back. He was listening to the sounds from outside and pondering.
Behind him there were dozens of piles of firewood. Those firewoods were dry and pure. Not even a single snowflake dared to fall onto them.
When they were set on fire, the flame was soaring.
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