Way of Choices

The lower reaches of the Xihe River are hilly and meandering away. The field in the distance is vaguely visible. Everything seems to have no change from the time they came before, but Chen Changsheng knows that there must be something wrong with this world.

While he looked at the world silently, Zhuang Huanyu was ready to leave.

"It's better not to leave alone."

Chen Changsheng turned around and looked at him seriously and said: "The gray line lead to failure, it should be something wrong, or check it out first, otherwise I'm worried that something will go wrong."

Zhuang Huanyu stopped and raised his eyebrows slightly, saying: "On Sunday, there are only a hundred days, and every moment in it is precious. Do you want me to delay time for such a trivial matter?"

Chen Changsheng said: "You have spent time watching the battle before, why care about spending more."

"Okay." Zhuang Huanyu looked at him and said, "If something really goes wrong, of course, we have to check at the gate. We are at least tens of miles away from the gate. Who will go?"

As he said earlier, every moment in Zhou Garden is extremely precious to the practitioners who enter the garden. From the riverside where everyone is, they go to the garden gate and go back and forth, even if they spend real money. It also takes at least half an hour. Who would be willing to waste so much time for this kind of thing?

Qijian looked at something moving and was about to say something, but Liang Xiaoxiao shook his head beside him. Thinking of the important tasks entrusted to him by the teacher, he had to remain silent.

The riverside was very quiet, and no one answered. Zhuang Huaiyu looked at Chen Changsheng slightly and said: "Look, no one wants to go at all. Since it is your idea, why not go as you?"

Chen Changsheng didn't directly answer his words, looking to the Qingxu who was seriously injured.

Qijian understood what he meant and said, "Let's see."

Then he looked at Liang Xiaoxiao, whispered something, and he was very determined.

"Okay. I think you can find it in the forest, but it's best not to go far."

Chen Changsheng is very clear that these sectarian disciples entered Zhou Yuan, just like the sister of Saint Maiden, most of them took the task of the master.

After saying this, he walked towards the bottom of the river, folded his sleeves without speaking, and followed behind him.

Going to the turning point under the Xihe River, and confirming that the people on the riverside couldn't see themselves, Chen Changsheng said to the folded sleeve: "I'll go into the forest, you will wait here for me later."

Folded sleeves did not know what he was going to do, nor did he want to explore his secrets, and nodded indifferently.

Entering the secluded dense forest, climbing a section of the mountain, Chen Changsheng stopped and looked at the grassland burning in the sun in the distance, and the mountain that stretched deep in the grassland, holding the dagger in his right hand The hilt, said in a low voice: "Help me take a look at the garden gate?"

Heilong did not know when to land on his shoulders, looking at the mountain in the distance, a strange light appeared in the eyes of the dragon, feeling a little confused, and always felt that there was something attracting himself.

"I have a hunch, I'm afraid the garden gate is closed and I can't communicate with the outside world, so I go to you the same, but be careful on the road and don't be seen by anyone."

Chen Changsheng turned his head, looked at the black dragon on his shoulder, and asked seriously.

Heilong retracted his gaze to the mountain and watched him squeak twice.

Chen Changsheng was distressed and said: "You don't look down on anything I have. This sword was given to me by my brother, but it can't be given to you."

Heilong looked at him indifferently, the meaning was very clear, you did not pay anything, and even dared to ask me to do something.

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, "Well, I promise you a request... You know, I am the dean of the National College of Education, and I might get a lot of rare treasures in the future."

Black Dragon's vertical pupil narrowed slightly and seemed to be satisfied with this answer.

There was a sudden breeze in the forest, accompanied by a piercing air tearing sound, and the black dragon turned into a phantom, instantly breaking away.

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It didn't take long for Chen Changsheng to step out of the mountain forest and watch the folded sleeve with a solemn expression: "The garden gate is closed."

Folding his sleeves raised his eyebrows slightly, and said nothing, nor asked him how he knew the situation of the garden gate in such a short time.

Returning to the previous river beach, the remaining few people had many questions about Chen Changsheng's quick confirmation of the news. Zhuang Huanyu's indifferent eyebrows slightly ridiculed. Liang Xiaoxiao asked directly: "If you say it is closed, it will be closed?"

Chen Changsheng did not explain, and said, "If you believe, you believe."

Not waiting for Liang Xiaoxiao and Zhuang Huanyu to continue to ask questions, he squatted down and continued to heal the emptiness of the subject.

Seven said, "I believe."

Liang Xiaoxiao looked at him slightly frowning, and seemed to be puzzled why the younger brother had such trust in Chen Changsheng's opponent, Li Shanjianzong.

"Second Senior Brother said, if something happens in Zhou Yuan, Chen Changsheng is the most trustworthy person." Qijian said.

Chen Changsheng is looking at the pulse of Qingxuguan, and his fingers are slightly stiff.

When leaving Tianshuling, Gou Hanshi once asked him to take care of the disciples of Lishan. At that time, he thought it was just polite and casual to talk about it, but he did not expect Gou Hanshi to really think so. However, my heart has become a lot easier, and that kind of feeling is very comfortable.

Confirming that Qingxuanguan’s injury will not deteriorate too quickly, he stood up, please fold his sleeves to prepare the treatment equipment, and said to Liang Xiaoxiao and others: "I have confirmed that Zhou Yuan’s own rules have not been broken, just suffered. The interference of some external force, the gate should be reopened within a hundred days, but I don’t know when it will open."

Liang Xiaoxiao frowned slightly and said, "What power can interfere with a small world?"

Qijian thought for a while and said, "Either the strength is strong enough, or the person who has exerted such strength knows Zhou Yuan very well."

Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "I think it is the latter."

Ye Xiaolian opened her eyes and asked curiously, "Who will it be?"

Chen Changsheng and others looked at each other without speaking.

Hundreds of human practitioners have entered Zhou Yuan. Those who want to do things are, of course, human enemies.

The enemy of mankind is the devil.

"Be careful."

Seven rooms looked to the field under the Xihe River, and said worriedly: "You must find a way to notify others quickly."

They weren’t sure, or they didn’t even think that there would be demons sneaking into Zhou Yuan, but since Zhou Yuan has changed, the gray line lead is invalid. , Then the news of Zhou Yuan’s closure must be spread as soon as possible.

It’s just that Zhou Yuan is really too vast. Hundreds of human practitioners are looking at a lot of them, and they are scattered in the middle, it seems very sparse, and since everyone’s purpose is to enter Zhou Garden for treasure hunting, many people will surely disappear. In this case, occasional encounters rarely occur.

The reason why these people meet at the river is because they all have ideas about Jianchi-no matter the National Education College or Lishan Jianzong or Tiandaoyuan, there are probably some records about the traces of Jianchi, so they They will come up against the current and come here, for this, they know each other well.

As for the pair of mentors and apprentices who have been clear and vacant, since they entered the garden, the pair of sisters and sisters who have been staring at Saint Maiden Peak are, to a certain extent, really clever enough.

Zhouyuan is vast in the world and is divided into three large areas by the Sandao Mountains. The famous grassland that no one dared to go deep is in the middle. There are several gardens on the edge of the mountain hills, that is, on the edge of Zhouyuan. Zhou's residence was the most likely place to hide treasures, so most practitioners who enter the garden will first search in these places.

Liang Xiaoxiao said to the seven rooms: "It's too far and time consuming to go to those places."

He didn't say everything. Seven rooms understood the meaning. In fact, the people present probably understood the meaning.

It seems that Lishan Jianzong is very confident about the news related to Jianchi, or that in these decades, the elders of Lishan have analyzed something, and Liang Xiaoxiao and Qijian are of course eager to leave.

In Tianshuling, Chen Changsheng often treated the folded sleeves. He was very familiar with the box and folded sleeves. It didn’t take long to prepare what he needed.

Chen Changsheng didn't pay attention to what the brothers and brothers Lishan Jianzong thought about. After taking those things, they squatted to the ground and formally treated Qingxuguan's view.

The copper needle penetrated into the body, and the blood of Qingxuguanguan had stopped. At this time, what he had to do was to close the wound.

Ye Xiaolian glanced around, and his face turned pale.

Even the Qing Taoist young priest shook his hand.

As a practitioner, whether it is in the door to learn or walk in the world of fighting, of course, have seen blood, but rarely seen a picture of a metal needle pierced through human flesh.

Sewn the sword wound on Qingxu Guanguan's chest, and then wrapped it with a clean cloth. Chen Changsheng did not end his treatment, but began to clear his chest and abdomen with a copper needle. Meridian.

Looking at this scene, everyone's expressions are slightly different, especially the sister Tong Tong of Saint Maiden.

Saint Maiden’s Nanxizhai and the 13th Division of Qingsi in Kyoto are the martial arts schools that are the best at healing in the world. For thousands of years, in the fierce war between humans and demons, you can always see the figure of a woman wearing a white sacrifice suit. They played an extremely important role in this war.

She didn't expect that such a superb medical technique could be seen in Zhou Yuan today, and Chen Changsheng obviously didn't have the holy light technique of state religion.

The riverside was quiet, except for the gurgling sounds of the flowing water and the occasional mumbling noises of the Qingxuanguan.

Everyone looked at Chen Changsheng and dared not disturb.

Zhuang Huanyu didn't like this kind of scene, raised his eyebrows slightly, nodded to Liang Xiaoxiao, and walked to the upstream woods.

Chen Changsheng saw this scene in Yu Guangli, and did not dissuade him again.

It didn’t take long for him to confirm that Qingxuguan’s injury should be fine, stood up, looked at Qijian and said, “I’m going to go too. I have to find a way to find other people, like As you are worried, they may not even know about the closure of Zhou Yuan. Once a dispute arises, they will certainly not leave a back road. It will be very fierce, and then there will be problems, maybe they will die."

Liang Xiaoxiao's expression changed slightly. He felt that his words were aimed at himself, but he didn't understand that Chen Changsheng was just talking about things.

The seven rooms were a bit embarrassed and said, "We also have a reason to leave."

"Understood." Chen Changsheng looked to Saint Maiden's pair of sisters and said, "Can you please take care of them here for a while? I should be able to get back before midnight."

Sister Tong was a little startled, but he didn't expect him to make such a request. After thinking about it, he responded.

She was attacked before, but now she has to take care of the other party. If she is not a disciple of Saint Virgin Peak, it is really unacceptable.

Chen Changsheng smiled gratefully, and then walked down the Xihe River with folded sleeves again.

The sun was shining, and the dark colors in the forest were dispelled a lot.

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In the southeast of Zhou Garden, there is a garden built on the mountain. According to rumors, this garden was built after the middle age of Zhou ****, but he was quiet and pleased with the song of birds.

Panshan Linyu is not the garden at the entrance of Zhou Garden, but it is closest to the garden gate.

The garden at the gate of the garden, because every time a practitioner who enters the garden will first pass there, it has already been inspected countless times. Later, the practitioners have no possibility of picking up leaks, so this year after the practitioners entered the garden , A lot of people first came to the Panshanlin language.

The birds in the mountains are happy, the water in the garden is silent, the cornices in the corridors, and the windows in the pink walls are in accordance with the iron laws defined by human cultivation. Except for the instruments and inheritance in Zhou Garden, the rest of the original furnishings are not allowed to be moved, so even Hundreds of years later, here still retains the seven cents quiet and nine cents expensive.

Only in a room deep in this garden, at this time, there was only fear and uneasiness. The quietness and nobleness had long been gone by **** smell.

More than a dozen practitioners surrounded the field, his face very ugly.

A cultivator fell to the ground, his stomach was pierced by a sword, and a mouth about five fingers wide was cut. His left hand was covered on it, but he could not stop the blood from overflowing, and he could even see the intestine quilt. He squeezed it out and was dying, and the gray thread held in his right hand had already burned, leaving only some ash.

Another practitioner was pale, and kept saying: "I didn’t mean it. I thought that the Qi Qitong, at most, hurt him. Why did he think that he was really stagnation at that moment, and the sword did not lift up, I didn’t do it on purpose, and... this grey line is burnt and useless!"

The wounded practitioner had his abdomen pierced, the blood stopped flowing, and he was about to die. The faces of the practitioners around them became more and more ugly. What disturbed them most was, why did the gray line lead lose its effect? Do these people really only watch this person die?

At this moment, several women dressed in white ceremonies came to Panshan Linyu, and a cry of surprise and a plea from the garden sounded.

There was a woman who did not enter the house. She stood on the covered bridge and looked at the sun that was falling towards the grassland.

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(The next chapter strives to come out by eleven.)

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