Chen Changsheng didn't know what she was thinking at this time, and he didn't know that her mood had changed so much in such a short period of time. After he took out the Flowing Fire Pill from the jade box, he stretched it directly to her lips, and then quickly and even seemed a little rude to stuff it in. Xu Yourong's lips parted slightly, and she was about to say something to express her gratitude to him, as well as... moved, but she didn't say anything, and was directly blocked by the pill.
"You can't drink water for half an hour, or it will reduce the fire properties in the pill." Chen Changsheng looked at her who was choking and blushing, and said seriously, but felt a little uneasy in his heart.
The Flowing Fire Pill was so big that Xu Yourong couldn't speak at all, it took a long time to swallow it, it was very hard, and then he coughed. After a while, feeling a little better, she looked at him angrily and said, "Even if you can't drink water, let me tell you in advance, don't you know that the cough is uncomfortable?"
Although she was speaking in annoyance, her voice was a bit faint, it was complaining, but it was a bit coquettish.
Chen Changsheng couldn't feel it, and said in a little embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I'm a little anxious, but don't be afraid of coughing, it's not choking, it should be a normal phenomenon of detoxification."
Xu Yourong himself didn't even notice the daughter's expression at that moment, but for some reason he felt a little embarrassed, and said softly, "I don't know if it's the effect of the medicine, I'm a little sleepy."
Where is the normal phenomenon of detoxification, it is nothing to talk about. It is impossible for the medicine to take effect so quickly, because I don't know how to respond. After all, it was what Tang Thirty-Six had said in the Liziyuan Inn in the capital, he and she were really two people who had nothing to say.
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Whether it was the onset of the medicine or other reasons, Xu Yourong was really sleepy.
He helped her to the corridor sheltered from the wind outside the stone room, and covered her with a few pieces of cloth from the seventh stone room. The most precious silks and satins in the mausoleum, including the extremely rare snow silk quilt, have been turned into shreds by time. What's interesting is that the least valuable numbness is still intact. He covered her with a curtain made of numbness.
Looking at the sleeping girl, he secretly prayed that the Flavoring Fire Pill would still have enough medicinal power, then he walked back to the stone room, opened the jade box again and smelled it carefully, the uneasiness in his heart did not disappear, but became more and more stronger.
After finding several kinds of elixir whose potency had not completely dissipated, he put them away. At this time, he finally had time to look at the harvest in those stone rooms. His spiritual sense swept over them, and the first thing he looked at were those secret books and exercises. Law.
He has read Dao Cang thoroughly since he was a child, and after he went to Kyoto, he has also carefully read the tens of thousands of books in the library of the Orthodox Academy. At this time, when he read those secret exercises, he could think of the corresponding sect Shanmen Academy just by seeing the name.
Contrary to the imagination of the world, these secret exercises are not uncommon, and naturally there is no way for him to achieve great success overnight. In other words, the strong men who were qualified to be Zhou Dufu's opponents back then must all be born in the world. They became the souls of Zhou Dufu's sword, but the inheritance of the sect to which they belonged has not been broken.
Just like Li Shan Jianzong's master sword technique was taken away by the Bai Diyi clan, Li Shan is still powerful. But... still like the master swordsmanship of Lishan Sword Sect, these secret exercises are naturally extremely precious, at least for those sects, because these are the original ones.
Next, he began to check those magic tools. Because of time, most of the magic tools in the stone room lost their power. Under Xu Yourong's guidance, the few magic tools he put away still had some power, but they were far It's far inferior to that of the past, and it can't be compared with those magic weapons on the current list of hundred weapons, only the black soul hub is an exception.
Time is indeed the most powerful magic weapon in the world.
Chen Changsheng suddenly had some ideas. Zhou Dufu is a true legend in this continent and a unique existence. Zhou Garden is his world, and this is his mausoleum. Logically speaking, those who are eligible to be buried with him should have something better , have those things been taken away
The floor of the long corridor in front of the nine stone chambers was covered with a thin layer of dust, and there were many messy footprints on it. But those footprints were all left by himself, and the artifacts, treasures, and cheat books are still there, proving that no one has been here before.
——In the past hundreds of years, there have been countless practitioners who wanted to find Zhou Dufu's tomb so as to obtain his inheritance and treasures. , they dared to walk into the mysterious grassland where the sun never sets, but they failed to get here and died on the way. He was able to find out of the grassland and come to this mausoleum, not because he was better and stronger than those predecessors, but because he had an umbrella.
Thinking of this, he looked at the yellow paper umbrella in his hand again.
After entering the mausoleum, he didn't put the umbrella away either.
Without this yellow paper umbrella, following that wispy sword intent to guide them, they would have no chance of getting here. What is more likely is that they have lost their way in that dangerous grassland and become After eating the food of the monster group, but how to get out of here next? Still rely on this yellow paper umbrella? Or do you want to find that sword intent
He always felt that the yellow paper umbrella brought him here was the call of fate.
Yes, he believed in fate.
This sounds absurd, because he came to Kyoto from the old temple in Xining Town, with the purpose of changing his destiny. But in the deepest part of the spiritual world, he did believe in fate, even more than anyone else.
There must be a mountain in front of you before you can climb over this mountain.
There is a big river with undulating waves, and this river can only be crossed.
If you have a goal, you can move towards it.
There must be a destiny before he can change it.
Wang Zhice said at the end of the notes: There is no fate.
These four words can be described as earth-shattering, but to him, it was a whole new world.
His views are different from Wang Zhice's, and must be different. He wants to see his own destiny clearly, and then change it.
If fate made him meet so many people in the capital, so many things happened, and finally brought him into Zhou Garden. So what kind of fate awaits him in Zhou Garden? Huang Zhisan sensed the sword intent and brought him here, there must be some kind of deep meaning hidden in it. If he wants to leave Zhou Yuan, does it mean that he needs to find that sword intent
Is that sword intended in the sword pool? Where is Jianchi? Walking through the long corridor, he came to the outside of the mausoleum. He stood on the high platform, holding the back of his waist with his left hand, and holding a yellow paper umbrella in his right, looking at the grassland in front of him.
It was dusk now, and the distant sun had come to its fixed position every night—the edge of the grassland, above the horizon. The vast grassland seems to be burning under the red and warm light. Those hidden water pools in the grassland are like countless small mirrors, reflecting the sky. Behind him is Zhou Dufu's mausoleum.
If the person who saw this scene at this time was a talented man who was sad for the spring and autumn, he would probably feel more sadness and feel that everything in the world is no match for time, but he didn't.
The setting sun was still hanging on the edge of the distant grassland, but it suddenly started raining around the mausoleum.
He held up the yellow paper umbrella.
Papa papa, the raindrops fell on the umbrella surface, turning into countless small splashes, jumping non-stop, and then falling.
He released his consciousness, extended it upwards through the handle of the umbrella, until it reached the surface of the umbrella, and finally jumped like those little water splashes, left, and scattered towards the grassland around the mausoleum.
He is familiar with Daozang, and he is convinced that the sword intent cannot generate self-awareness. Since there is no self-awareness, it is impossible to actively change his state. At the beginning, he could sense it at the edge of the cold pool because the sword intent had always existed, waiting to be discovered, so now the sword intent should not and cannot disappear on its own initiative.
If a thing doesn't disappear voluntarily but can't be found, then it must be hidden by someone.
Standing in the rain, Chen Changsheng exuded his divine consciousness into the grassland, looking for his target, and at the same time began to sort out the changes that occurred when he approached this mausoleum—the moment Xu Yourong saw the mausoleum, the sword intent disappeared . At that time, he thought that the sword intent had fulfilled the mission of leading the yellow paper umbrella here, so he disappeared. Now that he calmed down and came to the previous inference, he was naturally sure that it was not the case—that sword intent should have been captured by a certain "person." "Hidden.
That "person" should be this mausoleum.
He looked back at the mausoleum behind him.
The mausoleum, which is made of huge stones, becomes steeper and steeper as it goes up.
He stood in the middle of the mausoleum, and the mausoleum in his eyes was even higher, as if it was about to pierce the clouds in the sky.
His gaze followed the top of the mausoleum and landed on the dark cloud layer. He saw that black cloud was billowing, and there were faint lightning flashes in the depths from time to time, which looked particularly terrifying. Even thousands of feet away, he could clearly feel the powerful aura in the clouds that could destroy the world—the mausoleum is the core of Zhou Garden, and this aura should be the embodiment of Zhou Garden's rules.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and all the boulders in the mausoleum are wet. Between each level of stones, there are countless thin waterfalls flowing. If someone looks at it from outside the mausoleum, they will definitely think that this picture is very spectacular. There is a soul-stirring beauty, but standing in the mausoleum, he can only feel the soul-stirring, naturally he cannot feel the beauty.
"If you have time, you should leave the coercive range of the mausoleum and see if that sword will appear again."
He thought silently, and then vaguely heard someone calling himself, and holding a yellow paper umbrella, he walked into the mausoleum again.
Xu Yourong had already woken up, her face was still pale, but she seemed to be better, she had regained some energy.
"Are you calling me?" he asked.
It was raining too much outside the mausoleum. Although he had an umbrella, he was still wet and looked a little embarrassed.
Xu Yourong didn't make fun of him, but shook his head and said softly, "You heard wrong."
Chen Changsheng thought to himself that it was probably because he was too worried about her injury that he really had auditory hallucinations.
Xu Yourong looked at him quietly, clenched his hands under the sackcloth slightly.
When she woke up earlier, seeing that he was not around and the surroundings were dark, she was a little scared, more precisely, flustered.
Since the awakening of the bloodline, she has never been flustered.
She knew that this had nothing to do with dependence on him, let alone those love affairs.
This is a sign of depression, she is getting weaker and weaker, and even her enlightened Taoist heart is gradually dimming.
This is a sign of death.
Chen Changsheng knelt down beside her, stretched out his hand to feel the pulse, and after a long silence, he said with a smile: "Well, the power of the medicine is dissipating. Even if the toxin isn't clean, it shouldn't be a big problem."
There are nine truths and one false about lies.
Not a word of what he said was true.
Xu Yourong looked into his eyes and said calmly, "Do you know that your smile is fake?"
Chen Changsheng's body was slightly stiff, and he said with a smile, "How can the smile be fake?"
Xu Yourong smiled and said, "It's really not fake, it's stupid."
Chen Changsheng pretended to be displeased, and said, "I don't like your cold and proud tone."
"I'll pay attention... At least, in front of you." Xu Yourong said something he didn't expect.
Chen Changsheng was stunned. Xu Yourong smiled, and continued: "But you laughed as if you were crying just now, you are indeed stupid, and anyone can tell it's fake."
Chen Changsheng didn't know what to say, he lowered his head, stretched out his hand and pulled down the edge of the sackcloth, covering her feet.
"The medicine didn't work, did it?"
She looked into his eyes with a calm expression, as if she didn't know that his answer would determine her fate.
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