The black sarcophagus was huge, like a hill. Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong stood in the coffin, as if they were standing in a mountain, not knowing the passage of time.
Xu Yourong looked at them in the normal order, one picture after another, moving slowly, from left to right, while Chen Changsheng's order was the opposite of hers, slowly moving from right to left. It is much easier to memorize and grasp comprehension, but it is not too easy to memorize such mysterious and unspeakable sword techniques.
After an unknown amount of time, Chen Changsheng's left arm touched her shoulder, and the two of them woke up and realized that they had met.
If it was Tang Thirty-Six, he would probably say frivolously: What a coincidence, I met you here.
But Chen Changsheng wouldn't say that, Xu Yourong didn't say anything either, the two looked at each other and smiled, then continued to look at the last two patterns.
This is the sixty-ninth pattern that Chen Changsheng saw, which means that he has memorized sixty-nine strokes and two breaking saber techniques. Because of Xu Yourong's injury, he is weaker, less than what he saw, and he has memorized three times. Seventeen sword moves.
After a while, the two finished watching the last two pictures, woke up almost at the same time again, and smiled at each other again.
However, at the next moment, the smiles on their faces disappeared, turning into shock and bewilderment.
The patterns and words on the walls of the black sarcophagus are...disappearing!
Black stone is the hardest stone in the world. Those lines, patterns and characters should have been carved by Zhou Dufu himself with the legendary magic knife. It is light, and it is impossible to be weathered. However, at this time, the edges of those lines seem to have softened a lot. The wind in the mausoleum blows gently, and the black stones on the edges of the lines are blown into gravel and fall to the ground!
In just an instant, Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong had no time to react, and all the words and patterns on the black sarcophagus wall were wiped off, turning into one hundred and nine slightly rough depressions.
How is this going? This miraculous scene left the two of them speechless in shock. Could it be that these two-severing knife techniques will disappear on their own after they are memorized? How did Zhou Dufu achieve such a miraculous method
The two broken swords have turned into black gravel at the bottom of the coffin, they no longer exist, and there is really nothing in the black sarcophagus, so they will naturally not stay any longer.
Chen Changsheng left the black sarcophagus with her on his back, and returned to the stone floor of the tomb hall. Thinking about the things that happened before, his mood was still hard to calm down.
"Fortunately, I have memorized them all." Xu Yourong said, "After we go out, we will copy down those saber techniques, and it will be complete."
Living in the old temple in Xining Town since he was a child, the fifteen-year-old boy Chen Changsheng was naturally slow to deal with matters related to men and women, but for some reason at this time, he grasped her meaning very accurately. This set of earth-shattering two-break knife formula belongs to them now, and it does not belong to them separately, just like the knife formula, it belongs to them as a whole.
If they can't trust each other enough to be honest with each other, then the tricks won't mean anything.
"Well, let's practice together." Chen Changsheng said.
"What if we can't leave Zhou Garden?" Xu Yourong looked into his clear eyes with a touch of sadness, and said, "Could it be that this set of saber techniques will leave this world with us?"
Chen Changsheng said: "Don't feel pressured, if Zhou Dufu is really still alive, the Two Breaking Sword Art will naturally not be lost."
Xu Yourong was silent for a while, then said: "I have a different idea now, if Zhou Dufu is not dead, why would he leave these sword art in his tomb?"
Chen Changsheng thought for a while, and guessed: "It is possible that he is going to do something that he is not sure of. He left these sword tactics because he does not want the most remarkable creation of his life to be lost in obscurity."
Xu Yourong looked into his eyes and said, "Anyway, you have to try your best to survive."
Chen Changsheng looked back into her eyes, thinking that if there is fate, the conditions given by fate are already very clear. Whether it is the two-severing knife or wanting to remember these beautiful things, two people must live together, and then be together, to be able to live together. Significant.
"May the Holy Light be with you." She sincerely blessed.
Chen Changsheng leaned forward, hugged her awkwardly, and said, "Stay with us."
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The ground shook again, this time it was not the opening of the black sarcophagus, nor his short sword, but the arrival of the beast horde. Chen Changsheng remembered that she said not long ago that she didn't want to die in someone else's tomb, so he naturally helped her to walk outside the tomb. When passing the long corridor, he didn't forget to put all the night pearls inlaid on the wall. take away.
Looking at this scene, Xu Yourong found it amusing, but also felt more admiration—it is not something everyone can do to be able to be so indifferent before life and death, and it is obvious that he is really not afraid of death. sages.
In fact, Chen Changsheng didn't think too much about life and death. He thought more about the black dragon sleeping in the lake outside the Youfu. What he didn't know for sure at the moment, and what he was worried about at the same time, was that if he died in Zhouling, So what about the black dragon? Will it sleep forever with him, or will it still be alive even if it cannot wake up, after all, it is just a departed soul now
Walking out of the mausoleum and coming to the high platform at the end of the divine way, Chen Changsheng looked at the sycamore tree that swayed in the wind and said to her, "No matter how powerful your magic weapon is, it won't be too difficult for you to look at the grassland below." It may be blocked all the time, it is better to accept it.”
Xu Yourong said: "But you can buy us some time."
Different from other practitioners who value realm and magic weapon more than life, she always thinks that these are things outside of her body. If they are used to exchange for precious time or opportunities, let alone serious wear and tear, it would be a pity to destroy them directly.
Chen Changsheng said: "The last thing we need right now is time."
Time is urgent before memorizing the Two Breaking Sword Art, but after that, time is meaningless to them. Although Xu Yourong was pulled back from the abyss of death by his blood, he is still seriously injured and weak, the more time it takes The more dangerous, the most important thing is that the speed of time in the grassland on which the sun never sets is different from that in the real world. The closer you are to Zhouling, the slower the speed of time will be. In an instant, what chance could there be
"That's right." Xu Yourong stretched out his hand and took the parasol tree into a long bow, carrying it on his shoulder.
The green leaves disappeared suddenly, and the area around the stone platform became empty. Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong began to face the powerful enemy and the unknown ending. Although there was no bloody rain, it was still a bloodbath.
The dark world is filled with countless monsters. The grassland and in front of the mausoleum, from the front to the horizon, are densely packed with darkness.
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