The Great Formation of Thousands of Swords in Lishan was activated again, and the lights of the Ten Thousands of Swords under the rising sun were like flowing gold.
With a clear cry, the white crane left the Shengnv Peak.
On the Gan Terrace in the Imperial Palace in Kyoto, there is no figure of the Holy Empress.
The bell in Li Palace rang without warning, although it was not urgent, it was continuous, as if it would never stop.
Under the thatched hut outside Hanqiu City, Zhu Luo opened his eyes suddenly, only infinitely vigilant and shocked, and he could not see half of the drunkenness.
In the carriage, Mei Lisha also opened her eyes, and an inexplicable expression flashed in her slightly cloudy eyes.
They don't know what's happening outside Xuelao City in the far north, and they don't know the tremors of the Li Mountain, and they can't hear the bell of the Li Palace, but at that moment before, they sensed a very unexpected and shocking thing —The Zhou Garden is closed again!
There was a commotion in the woods, the elders of the Longevity Sect, the priests of the Orthodox Church, and the teachers of various academies and sects all flocked to the lingering cloud.
The lightning in the fog was still ferocious like a snake, and the passage opened by the rainbow in the early morning had disappeared at some point and was once again occupied by the fog.
The rainbow is still there, but it is constantly moving, unable to accurately open the way, and can only make the fog keep rolling.
Zhu Luo and Mei Lisha stood at the forefront, looking at the scene in front of them with serious expressions. With their eyesight, they could see the winding path looming in the fog, confirming that the passage had not been completely disappeared, but was only affected by some kind of Interference, temporarily impassable.
"The small world has its own rules of operation, and no one can change it except the owner."
Mei Lisha said slowly: "Unless Zhou Dufu comes back to life, no one can close the Zhou Garden in advance. Presumably after a few days, the garden gate should be reopened."
Having said that, the atmosphere in the forest couldn't be relaxed.
Who is influencing the opening process of Zhouyuan? What does he want to do
Without even thinking about it, Zhu Luo and Mei Lisha knew that it must be the hands and feet of the demons.
They even directly thought of that person's name—Black Robe.
Mei Lisha thought of more things, and the worry on her face became more and more intense.
When will the gate of Zhou Garden reopen
What will happen in the garden during these days
What will those people face
What will happen between them
Who can control the situation
Zhu Luo suddenly said, "She went in."
Mei Lisha was silent for a while, then said, "It depends on him."
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The people in Zhouyuan didn't know what happened outside.
Chen Changsheng and Zhe Xiu held umbrellas and walked in the light rain.
Leaving the quiet garden with small bridges and flowing water, we came to the blue hills.
Standing in front of a cliff, looking at the rain-soaked forest under his feet, and the grassland bathed in the sun in the distance, Chen Changsheng felt his mind open up.
Zhou Garden, where is just a garden, here is a real small world.
Zhou Dufu is indeed worthy of being the strongest in the mainland for thousands of years. The small world he left behind is many times more than the Pope's Green Leaf World.
Following the mountain path to the forest, and then out of the forest, the two came to a river. Looking into the distance, they saw that the grassland was still shining in the sun, and the distance did not get any closer.
Chen Changsheng took out the water bottle and looked at it, and found that it took half an hour to get here, and compared it with the silently counted time, to confirm that the flow of time did not slow down or speed up.
"I heard that in the depths of the grassland, one day outside the garden is only one month, which is the best for practicing." Zhexiu said: "But it has been more than a hundred years, and no one who has entered the garden has been able to go to the deepest part of the grassland. No one knows whether Zhou Dufu's inheritance is there, but only knows that there are many dangers hidden in that grassland, and some particularly ferocious monsters."
Chen Changsheng had also read related records in Taoist scriptures, and when he heard the word "monster", he subconsciously glanced at Zhexiu.
The wolf boy lived on the snowfield since he was a child, and he should be best at hunting animals.
"The monsters that can thrive in that grassland are not something Tongyoujing can fight against."
Zhexiu said blankly: "So don't think too much."
Looking at the grassland in the distance, Chen Changsheng had no choice but to think about it, and subconsciously touched the hilt of his sword.
The sound of the water by the river was a bit loud, or it was in his sea of consciousness. In short, Zhexiu didn't hear two faint creaks.
"Where are we going?" Zhexiu asked.
There are five areas in the Zhou Garden. Except for the seemingly peaceful but actually very dangerous grassland in the distance, the other four areas have basically been explored by human practitioners and demons for hundreds of years. The relics of the mainland powerhouses were found, and the inheritance was continued, and many magical artifacts were rediscovered. Hundreds of years have passed, and no one knows what else is in the Zhou Garden, but all sectarian colleges have a consensus that if they want to obtain some magic tools or inheritance in it now, they must put in more effort than previous generations of practitioners , take more risks.
Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, "Is there any place you want to visit?"
When he was looking at the stele in Tianshu Mausoleum, he had already thought about what he would do after entering Zhou Garden.
He wanted to see some scenery and find some ruins. After that night, the destination of the trip was slightly revised, but the grassland must be the last to go.
Zhexiu said: "I want to go to Jianchi."
Then he added: "If there is a sword pond."
Chen Changsheng said: "The Sword Pond is just a legend. No one has ever seen it... For hundreds of years, so many senior practitioners have not found it. I don't think we can find it either."
"No sword." Zhexiu looked at him and said seriously.
Chen Changsheng thought for a while in silence. It is true. For hundreds of years, the Zhou Garden has been opened many times. Practitioners who have explored the garden have discovered many magic tools, treasures and the most precious inheritance, but they have not discovered the sword. Whether it is in the mountains where the pines are like raging waves, or by the lakeside where the blue waves are like a mirror, there is no sword.
Back then, so many strong men from mainland China were defeated by Zhou Dufu, where did their swords go
The legend of Jianchi is indeed quite reasonable.
"Even if we are lucky enough to find the Sword Pond, those swords must be broken and there is no aura left. We might as well go to the caves among the cliffs and look for them. Maybe we can find a handy magic weapon."
"I don't have a sword."
Zhexiu looked at him and said seriously: "If possible, I would like to find a sword. Besides, I don't like magic weapons."
Only then did Chen Changsheng remember that Zhexiu had always been fighting with his bare hands. After thinking for a while, he said, "I remember that the predecessors said in his notes that if you go upstream along this river, there is a mountain stream on the right hand side more than ten miles away. Someone I once picked up a scabbard at the foot of the stream. If there is really a sword pool in the Zhou Garden, it should be near there."
The rain stopped at some point.
Chen Changsheng put away his umbrella and went upstream with Zhexiu.
After walking for a long time, he suddenly heard several mournful sword cries from the river bank in front of him.
Bypassing the beach rocks, I saw a young girl sitting leaning against a tree, her left shoulder was covered with blood. It was the Senior Sister Shengnvfeng who came with Chen Changsheng from the capital.
The little girl named Ye Xiaolian stood guard in front of her with a small face full of anger.
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