Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were also on the white grass road, walking all the way, whether it was raining or sunny, the yellow paper umbrella was always open. By now, Xu Yourong had probably guessed that it was probably related to this umbrella that he was able to be sure of the location of Jianchi, and thus lead him on this road leading to the Xinghai Tomb.
And when the sky suddenly fell with fluttering snowflakes, this seemingly worn-out umbrella played its most primitive function. Silently, extremely thick snowflakes fell on the umbrella surface, gradually thickening, especially on the white grass road, the snow gradually covered the ankles, and it was difficult to see the waist of the grass branches.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were a little surprised, why it was snowing suddenly when it was clearly a picture of spring and scenery before.
The grassland in front of the two of them turned white at a speed visible to the naked eye. Only then did they realize that the grass near the road had already withered, and the pool of water in the grass had been frozen into solid ground.
The snow was mixed with the cold wind, and the yellow paper umbrella could bear the snow, but it could not cover all the wind. The temperature dropped suddenly, and the chill covered the whole field.
Xu Yourong lost so much blood that he couldn't bear the cold at all, and his body trembled slightly. Chen Changsheng felt it, and he didn't dare to go any further. After putting her down, he took off his clothes and put them on for her, and then fastened the cuffs and hem of his clothes tightly. Looking at the unlined garment on his body, Xu Yourong was a little worried, and was about to reject his kindness, but then remembered that he was a disciple of the hidden sect of the Snow Mountain Sect, who practiced the most authentic Xuanshuang chill.
She didn't thank him. If she wanted to say thank you, the two of them wouldn't have to say anything else during this journey. They said softly, "May the Holy Light be with you."
Chen Changsheng didn't hear clearly, and asked, "What did you say?"
Xu Yourong said, "It's nothing, how far is it to the second temple?"
Chen Changsheng calculated the time and said, "If you erase the difference in the speed of time, it should be... soon."
Indeed, soon, they saw the second sacrificial temple in the snow.
At the same time, they knew that there were still nine hundred miles away from Zhou Dufu's mausoleum.
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The sacrificial temple in the wind and snow was very dilapidated and extremely cold.
White snow is everywhere, no matter the eaves or the stone steps in front of the temple.
So the big pool of blood on the stone steps seemed a little frightening.
Xu Yourong leaned against the pillar, sat quietly with her head bowed, her face was pale, and she looked extremely weak.
Chen Changsheng looked at her, remained silent for a long time, and said, "From now on... don't do this."
The moment they walked into this temple of wind and snow, a ferret got out from the snowdrift beside the temple and bit Chen Changsheng's neck.
The name ferret sounds very common, but if it is placed in the world outside Zhou Garden, it is a name that is enough to scare practitioners who have passed through the secluded realm. This kind of monster has a very high IQ and is extremely cunning. The most frightening thing about the patience of the wolves is that there is a highly poisonous poison in their bodies, which can poison hundreds of humans to death with just one drop.
It is somewhat incomprehensible that although Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong are both seriously injured, the aura they exude should let this extremely intelligent monster understand that they are not ordinary practitioners of the Netherworld, let alone that Nanke has Through that piece of black wood, he conveyed his will to the entire Sun Never Set Prairie.
But the ferret still attacked them without hesitation, as if their flesh and blood had an irresistible allure to it—just when the ferret suddenly appeared in the wind and snow, Xu Yourong, who had been lying on Chen Changsheng's back as if in a deep sleep, suddenly opened his eyes, stretched out his hand and turned the ferret into a cloud of green smoke.
For this reason, some of the real energy she had accumulated with great difficulty was once again consumed.
"What next?" She looked at Chen Changsheng and asked.
While fiddling with the fire, Chen Changsheng thought about his words, and said, "Don't be so...pretentious."
Xu Yourong said, "Do you think I'm trying to be brave?"
Chen Changsheng looked at the gradually growing flames, and heard that there was something wrong with her emotions, so he didn't answer the question directly, and said, "In short, don't make casual moves in the future."
At the moment the ferret attacked earlier, he had already drawn out his dagger, but he was not as quick as Xu Yourong.
Xu Yourong didn't say anything more.
The reason why she didn't hesitate to spend her true energy to make the first move was because she felt it was her responsibility.
Obviously, the ferret became so crazy because it smelled the residual Tianfeng true blood in her body.
Chen Changsheng didn't say anything more.
The reason why he said these words to her was because he felt a little guilty, and he felt that it was his responsibility.
Obviously, the ferret became so crazy because it smelled the blood in his body.
There was a crackling sound from the burning pyre. This temple was even more dilapidated than the one in front of it. The statues of gods chopped into firewood by Chen Changsheng were wet with snow.
The temple was quiet, and for some unknown reason, the two of them remained silent for a long time.
Suddenly, Xu Yourong stared at him and said, "Do you think I'm trying to be brave?"
Chen Changsheng still didn't look up, and said, "If you don't like this word, I can change it."
Xu Yourong was silent for a while, and said, "It doesn't matter, I've heard this word countless times since I was a child, and I'm used to it by now."
Chen Changsheng handed the roasted ferret meat to her, looked at her pale face and said, "If you are tired, just close your eyes and rest for a while."
Xu Yourong took the ferret meat, but didn't eat it right away.
The word tired and the word brave reminded her of many things.
In such a weak situation, those memories were not too good, and she really felt tired.
From a very young age, Tianfeng's blood was awakened, and she carried the hopes of countless people, and the three words "family, country, and family" were all on her shoulders.
How can you not be tired, but how can you let go.
She put the mink meat on the grass in front of her, lowered her head and said softly: "Some things cannot be let go, so even if you are trying to be brave, you have to keep doing it like this."
Chen Changsheng looked at her and felt a lot of pity.
This girl's cultivation talent is extremely high, and she must bear the hope of the entire Xiuling clan. However, the Xiuling clan has suffered so much in the past thousand years, and they almost wiped out the clan several times. Now their homeland has been occupied by the demon clan. The forces watched on coldly, and it was not easy for the Xiuling clan to revive.
How hard it is for her to carry the whole tribe on her back.
He comforted: "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Some things really don't just let go."
In fact, he has been living like this, it is the shadow of death, heavier than any pressure, and it has nothing to do with ability, but only with fate.
Xu Yourong was silent for a long time, and said: "But in fact, I only know how to cultivate, and other things are not what I am good at, nor what I want. Every time I think of the ardent hopes of the elders, and think of those extremely complicated affairs, I don't know what to do. Any confidence, but more and more real feeling of uselessness and cowardice, and even gradually low self-esteem."
She has never said these words to anyone, whether it is the Holy Empress or the Saintess teacher, whether it is the young people who are close to Lishan Sword Sect, or the junior sisters from the outer sect of Nanxi Zhai, or the thirteen divisions of Qingyu. Classmates, not to mention the parents in the East Imperial General's Mansion in Jingdu, but at this time, she told Chen Changsheng.
If she hadn't been too weak after being seriously injured, if she hadn't been in this grassland where no one could go out, if she hadn't been dying right in front of her eyes, with her pride and strong spirit, she would definitely not have said these words. As soon as the words fell, she felt a little regret, but the words had already been spoken, so she couldn't pay attention to them any more.
Chen Changsheng thought to himself that the elders of the Xiuling Clan might be cultivating you as the head of the next generation, so they naturally need you to be familiar with the affairs of the clan, but you are so smart and have such an amazing talent in cultivation, so you must be extremely capable Strong, why do you feel inferior because of these things.
Seeing his expression, Xu Yourong was a little puzzled and asked, "Could it be that you have never felt inferior because of anything?"
Anyway, he had already started talking, anyway, he didn't know who he was, and thought he was the first-time girl of the Xiuling clan, so why not say a few more words
Chen Changsheng thought about it seriously, trying to find some similar feeling in the past fifteen years, but he couldn't find it.
He really didn't feel inferior, even thinking of the humiliation he received when he was about to retire in the Dong Yu Shen Jiang's mansion, he was only a little helpless and annoyed.
"I didn't expect you to be such a narcissistic person."
Xu Yourong looked at him and smiled and said, "But do you think you're really so perfect?"
Chen Changsheng thought that Tang Thirty-Six was the narcissistic person, and said: "There is no perfect person in every aspect in the world."
When he was talking about this, he suddenly thought of a person he had never met, but had heard countless rankings—Jun Qiushan.
He shook his head, shook the name out of his mind, and continued, "But not being perfect doesn't mean you have to feel inferior."
Xu Yourong couldn't understand, and said, "If no matter how hard you try, you can't beat the other party in certain aspects, wouldn't you feel ashamed because of it?"
Chen Changsheng was puzzled and said, "Why should there be a sense of shame?"
Xu Yourong said: "Isn't that shameless?"
Chen Changsheng was a little surprised, he didn't expect this girl to be such a person at all, and asked, "Are you sick?"
The crackling in the pyre was gone. The temple was very quiet, only the sound of wind and snow outside, and Xu Yourong's gradually heavier breathing could be heard.
She was a little angry. She has every reason to be angry.
Ever since she was a child, from Kyoto to Shengnvfeng, no one has ever dared to speak loudly to her, let alone use such serious words to teach her a lesson. Even the holy empress and the holy lady teacher are not like this. Because she has been walking on the road to perfection, she is extremely strict with herself, and there is nothing to blame. To this day, in this old temple in the wind and snow, the young man said: Are you sick
She even wondered if she had heard it wrong, but she knew she had heard it right.
So she looked at Chen Changsheng, forced herself to be calm and asked, "Do you want to die?"