Xu Yourong said: "Your face is as white as snow, how can I not mind?"
Chen Changsheng turned to look at her and said, "You are not much better, your face is as white as frost on grass."
Xu Yourong was slightly stunned, looking at the reflection in the water, only to realize that his face was indeed strangely pale, and subconsciously covered his cheeks with his hands.
This was the girl's subconscious action, but in Chen Changsheng's eyes, it was very cute.
"Thank you." She woke up, supported his shoulders, and leaned on his back.
"I'm sorry." He reached out to hold her knees and moved her body up.
In this way, they left this piece of green grass, stepped through the bloody sea of grass, and went to another clear place.
The water in the Grass Sea was not deep, the shallow part was knee-deep, and the deep part was only waist-high. However, the mud at the bottom was too soft. Chen Changsheng was carrying a person on his back and had an umbrella in his left hand, making it difficult to walk. Fortunately, the morning sun has risen for a while, and the temperature in the sea of grass gradually rises, which is very comfortable, and it is tender green as far as the eye can see. Walking in the spring light and spring water, no matter how difficult it is, it is somewhat comforting. If it wasn't for those sounds, maybe they would have more of an outing.
There was a faint whistling sound coming from the grassland behind, and the whistling sound came from the wings of Nan Ke. Whether it was Chen Changsheng or Xu Yourong, after they knew something about the grassland on which the sun never sets, they were not worried that those powerful demons would quickly After catching up, on the contrary, the small voices around Caohai made them more vigilant. Those voices belonged to the natives of this grassland—Yesterday Xu Yourong killed many monsters, but she paid a lot for it. There must be more powerful monsters living, and there may even be existences that practitioners in the secluded realm can't resist at all.
Holding the yellow paper umbrella, Chen Changsheng sensed the location of the sword intent, and continued walking towards the grassland. At this time, the sun was about to move to the mid-heaven, but the sun was not blazing, it was as warm and comfortable as a spring day, Xu Yourong didn't understand why he was holding on to this dilapidated umbrella all the time, worried that he would be exposed to the sun? Or is it that the Xuanshuang cold air of this young man's cultivation conflicts with the sunlight
If it involves the Snow Mountain Sect's unique cultivation method, it is naturally inconvenient to say more, but there is one thing she must ask clearly: "Where are we going?"
Chen Changsheng said, "Go to Jianchi."
The location of that sword intent, in his mind, is very likely to be the legendary sword pool.
If there really was a sword pond in the Zhou Garden, but no one had found it, then it was obvious that the sword pond was most likely in this grassland where no one could walk out.
Xu Yourong also wanted to understand this point, but couldn't understand why he was able to determine the location of Jianchi.
Chen Changsheng didn't answer this question, not because he didn't want her to know the secret of the yellow paper umbrella, but after all, Jianchi is not an ordinary treasure. After two days and one night of fleeing, he can entrust his life to this girl , to give her enough trust, but precisely because of this, why add these chips to test human nature? Human nature cannot be tested. Every time you test it, you may take a step in the opposite direction to the person who made the question. Similarly, trust is not for use. Every time you use it is a test of trust.
As we walked, the water in the sea of grass gradually decreased, and the ground gradually increased, which gave us the feeling of a grassland.
Walking among the dense grass, Chen Changsheng felt a lot more at ease when he felt the solid feeling from the soles of his shoes. However, there are more and more rustling sounds in the grassland. It is obvious that there are more monsters hiding around than in the wetland, and they may be more ferocious.
Xu Yourong took out the Tong bow, quietly observed the surroundings, and was ready to strike at any time, but for some reason, Chen Changsheng carried her for dozens of miles, but the monsters never attacked, or even approached them, and even three times, she She clearly felt that the monsters watching the two of them from a distance exuded a terrifying aura. Even in her heyday, she was no match for those monsters. Why didn't these powerful monsters come to hunt and kill him? If it was before, she might have thought it was the aura emanating from the Tianfeng True Blood in her body, which directly suppressed the greed of those monsters, but now the blood in her body is almost drained, and those monsters are afraid What
The two continued to move forward, and the ground of the grassland was getting drier, and the height of the weeds was decreasing and gradually becoming sparser.
Finally, they came to a piece of grass that just reached the back of their feet. The grass was gray in color, but not dead, as if it was the hair of an old man. In the green grassland, these off-white short grasses are very eye-catching, and form a clear road from their feet to the very remote depths of the grassland.
I don't know where this white-grass-paved road leads to, and what kind of danger is hidden.
Xu Yourong said: "If...that person is really dead, this road may lead to his grave."
Chen Changsheng understood why she had guessed like this.
In Dao Yuanfu's Sutra of Rebirth, there is such a sentence: white grass is the road, straight to the sea of stars.
If Zhou Dufu really died and was really buried in this world, then his cemetery is most likely in the depths of this grassland, and this white grass road represents the passage leading to death. There is another powerful example, which comes from the slight trembling from the handle of the yellow paper umbrella. That sword intent is in the distance of this white grass road. If that sword intent marks the location of the sword pond, then It is very logical - the tens of thousands of swords sleeping in the sword pool are Zhou Dufu's spoils of war, and of course they are also the best sacrifices for him.
"There is no sea of stars in the Zhou Garden, but the sword pond is the sea of stars." He agreed with Xu Yourong's point of view, and said, "It seems that we have to go to the end of this white grass road to know whether it is death or something else."
Xu Yourong didn't expect him to think that the basis of his judgment came from Daoyuan Fu so quickly, and he glanced at him with some appreciation.
Whether it is leading to the star sea or death, it is extremely far away. This white grass road is naturally very long. Chen Changsheng walked with her on his back for a long time, but it seemed that he was still at the beginning.
The sun in the grassland where the sun never sets rises and sets, does not disappear, circles around the grassland, and then rises and sets again.
They walked and walked, and when they were thirsty, they drank some clear water from puddles beside the road. When they were hungry, Chen Changsheng got some animal meat to eat. When they were too sleepy, he slept for a while, and she sat quietly by the side. , When she was tired, he would wake up, and so on and on, Chen Changsheng's injury improved slightly, but she was still very weak.
One day, when the night came again, it was not really night, but the light became a little dim, and it suddenly began to rain in the sky.
Chen Changsheng ran around in the night rain with her on his back, and at some point, she held the yellow paper umbrella in her hand to shield him from the wind and rain.
The rain tonight is too heavy to be covered by an umbrella. It's just that in this world full of wild grass and smoke, where can I find a place to shelter from the rain.
Just then, they broke through the rain curtain and saw a temple.
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