Way of Choices

Chen Changsheng did not know what she was thinking at this time, nor did she know that her emotions had changed so much in such a short period of time. After taking the Liuhuodan from the jade box, he stretched it directly to her lips, and then quickly and even rudely stuffed it in. Xu Yourong opened his lips slightly, and was about to say something to express his gratitude to him, and... moved, but he said nothing, and was directly blocked by the elixir.

"You can't drink water for half an hour, otherwise it will reduce the fire in the Elixir." Chen Changsheng looked at her with some blushing, and said seriously, but she felt some uneasiness in her heart.

That Liuhuodan was so big that Xu Yourong couldn't talk at all. It took a long time to swallow, it was very hard, and then he coughed. After a while, it was a little better. She looked at him angrily and said, "Even if you can't drink water, say it in advance. Do you know how coughing is?"

Although it was annoying, the voice was a little quiet, complaining, but a little bit coquettish.

Chen Changsheng couldn’t feel it and said in a slight embarrassment: “Sorry, I’m a little anxious, but don’t worry about coughing, it’s not a choking, it should be a normal phenomenon of detoxification.”

Xu Yourong didn't notice the daughter's family attitude that she had revealed at that moment, but somehow she felt a little embarrassed and said softly, "I don't know if it is a drug attack, it's a bit sleepy."

Where is the normal phenomenon of detoxification, there is nothing to talk about. It is impossible to know how to respond if the medicine might happen so quickly. After all, it was the same as Tang Thirty-six said in the Liziyuan Inn in Kyoto, he and she are really two people who have nothing to say.

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Whether it was a drug attack or other reasons, Xu Yourong was really a bit sleepy.

He helped her to the sheltered corridor outside the stone, and took a few pieces of cloth from the seventh stone room to cover her. The most precious satin satin in the mausoleum, including the rare snow silk quilt, has been turned into pieces by time. Interestingly, the least valuable numbness is still intact. He covered her with a curtain of numb.

Looking at the sleeping girl, he secretly prayed that the Liuhuo Dan would still have enough medicine. Then he walked back to the stone room and opened the jade box again to smell it carefully. The uneasiness in his heart was not eliminated, but became more and more. The stronger.

He found some elixir that hadn't completely dissipated, and then collected it. At this time, he finally had time to take a look at the previous harvest in those stone chambers. His consciousness swept a little. The first thing to look at was the cheats and merits. law.

He had studied Dao Tibetan since childhood, and when he went to Kyoto, he also read the tens of thousands of books in the collection of the National College of Education. At this time, when he saw the cheats, he could think of the corresponding denomination of Shanmen College when he saw the name.

Unlike the imagination of the world, these cheats are not uncommon. Naturally, there is no way for him to make great achievements overnight. So to speak, he was eligible to become Zhou Du|The strong opponent of the husband must be born in the world. The famous sectarian mountain gate, they became the dead soul under Zhou Du|fu's sword, but the sectarian mountain gate inheritance they belonged to was not broken.

Just like the swordsmanship of Lishan Jianzong was taken away by Baidi Yishi, Lishan is still strong. But... still like the swordsmanship of Lishan Jianzong, these cheats are naturally very precious, at least for those sectarian gates, because these are the original.

Next, he began to check those magical instruments. Because of time, most of the magical instruments in the stone chamber lost their power. Under Xu Yourong's guidance, some of the magical tools he collected still had some power, but they were still far away. It is far less than that of the past, and it is simply impossible to compare with those magic soldiers on the current hundred weapon list, except for the black soul pivot.

Time really is the most powerful magic weapon in the world.

Chen Changsheng suddenly had some ideas. Zhou Du|The husband is a true legend on this continent, a unique existence, Zhou Yuan is his world, here is his mausoleum, logically, he is eligible to be selected by him for burial, there should be something better That's right, are those things taken away?

The ground of the promenade before the nine stone chambers was covered with a thin layer of ash, and there were many messy footprints on it. But those footprints were left by himself, and the magic tools, treasures, and cheats are still there, proving that no one has been here before.

——In the past hundreds of years, there are countless cultivators who want to find Zhou Dufu’s tomb to obtain his inheritance and treasure. Those cultivators are either talented or extremely prepared, at least they are At the peak of the wonderland, they dared to walk into the mysterious sunless grassland, but they failed to come here and died on the way. He was able to find his way out of the grassland and to this mausoleum, not because he was better and stronger than his predecessors, but because he had an umbrella.

Thinking of this, he looked again at the yellow paper umbrella in his hand.

After entering the mausoleum, he did not put away his umbrella.

Without this yellow paper umbrella, following the misty sword intent to show them the way, they would not have any chance to get here. The greater possibility is that they have lost their way in that dangerous grassland and then become After the food of the monster beasts, just how to leave here next? Still rely on this yellow paper umbrella? Or do you want to find that sword?

He always felt that the yellow paper umbrella brought himself here, it was the call of destiny.

Yes, he believes in destiny.

This sounds ridiculous, because he came to Kyoto from the old temple in Xining Town, the purpose is to change his destiny. But in the deepest part of the spiritual world, he did believe in the existence of fate, even more than anyone else.

There must be a mountain in front of us in order to cross this mountain.

Only a large undulating river can cross this river.

Only when there is a goal can we move towards it.

There must be a destiny before he can change his destiny.

Wang Zhice said at the end of the note: There is no destiny.

These four words can be described as earth-shattering, but for him, it is another new world.

His view is different from that of Wang Zhicai and must be different. He wants to see his destiny clearly and then change it.

If fate made him meet so many people in Kyoto, so many things, and finally took him into Zhou Yuan. So what kind of fate awaits him in Zhou Yuan? Yellow Paper Umbrella sensed the sword and brought him to this place, which must have hidden some deep meaning. If you want to leave Zhou Yuan, does it mean you need to find that sword?

Is that sword intended in Jianchi? Where is Jianchi? After walking the long Yongdao to the outside of the mausoleum, he stood on the high platform, holding the yellow paper umbrella in his left hand and holding the yellow paper umbrella in his right hand, looking at the grassland in front of him.

It was dusk at this time, and the sun in the distance had reached a fixed position every night-the edge of the grassland, above the horizon. The vast grassland looks like it is burning under the warm red light. The water hidden in the grassland is like countless small mirrors, reflecting the sky. Behind him, is the tomb of Zhou Du|Hu Fu .

If you see this scene at this time, it is a genius who hurts the spring, sadness and autumn, probably can feel more sadness, feeling that everything in the world can't beat time, but he doesn't.

The sunset was still hanging on the edge of the distant grassland, but it suddenly rained around the tomb.

He raised a yellow paper umbrella.

The raindrops fell on the umbrella surface, turned into countless small splashes, kept jumping, and then fell.

He released his consciousness, and extended upward through the umbrella handle to the umbrella surface, and finally jumped like those small splashes, left, and scattered towards the grassland around the tomb.

He is familiar with Dao Zang and is convinced that the sword will not produce self-consciousness. Since there is no self-consciousness, it is impossible to actively change his state. At the beginning, he could feel at the edge of Hantan because Jianyi had always existed, waiting to be discovered, so now Jianyi should not and cannot actively disappear.

If something is not actively disappeared but cannot be found, then it must be hidden.

Standing in the rain, Chen Changsheng exuded consciousness into the grassland, searching for his own goal, and at the same time began to sort out the changes that occurred when he approached the tomb-the moment Xu Yourong saw the tomb, the sword's intention disappeared Too. At that time, he thought that Jianyi had completed the mission of leading the yellow paper umbrella to here, so he disappeared. Now that he calmed down, he came to the previous inferences, and naturally determined that this was not the case. "People" are hiding.

That "person" should be this mausoleum.

He looked back at the mausoleum behind him.

The mausoleum made of huge stones, the steeper the higher, the incredible height.

He stood in the middle of the mausoleum, and the mausoleum in his eyes was as high as he was about to pierce the clouds in the sky.

His gaze fell along the top of the mausoleum, and fell on that dark cloud. I saw the black cloud billowing there, and there was lightning illuminating from time to time in the depths, which seemed extremely horrible. Even across thousands of feet, he can clearly feel that the powerful atmosphere in the clouds is enough to destroy the world. The tomb is the core of Zhou Garden. This atmosphere should be the embodiment of Zhou Garden's rules.

The rain is getting bigger and bigger. The boulders between the tombs are all wet. There are countless thin waterfalls flowing between each level of stones. If someone looks from the tomb, this picture will be spectacular. There is a thrilling beauty, but he standing in the mausoleum can only feel thrilling, and naturally cannot feel the beauty.

"If you have time, you should leave the majestic range of the mausoleum and see if that sword will appear again."

He meditated silently, then vaguely heard someone shouting at himself, holding a yellow paper umbrella, and walked into the mausoleum again.

Xu Yourong has woke up and his face is still pale, but it seems to be better, and he has recovered some energy.

He asked, "Are you calling me?"

The rain outside the mausoleum was too heavy. Although he had an umbrella, he was still wet and looked a little embarrassed.

Xu Yourong did not make fun of him, shook his head, and said softly, "You heard it wrong."

Chen Changsheng thought that he was probably too worried about her injury and really had auditory hallucinations.

Xu Yourong looked at him quietly, hands clenched slightly under the linen.

When she woke up earlier, when she saw that he was not around, there was darkness around her, and she was a little scared, more precisely panicked.

Since the blood awakened, she has never been panicked.

She knew that it had nothing to do with his dependence on him, and even more with those ****s.

This is a sign of depression, she is getting weaker and weaker, and even the lucid Dao heart is beginning to fade.

This is a sign of death.

Chen Changsheng squatted down beside her, stretched out his hands, and after a long silence, said with a smile: "Well, the medicine is spreading, even if the toxin is not clean, but there should be no major problems."

Lies pay attention to truth and falsehood.

None of the words in his sentence are true.

Xu Yourong looked at his eyes and said indifferently: "Do you know your smile is fake?"

Chen Changsheng's body was slightly stiff, he said with a smile: "How can the smile be fake?"

Xu Yourong said with a smile: "It's really not fake, it's stupid."

Chen Changsheng pretended to be displeased and said, "I don't like your cool, proud tone."

"I'll pay attention...at least, in front of you." Xu Yourong said something he didn't expect.

Chen Changsheng froze. Xu Yourong smiled and continued: "But you just laughed like crying, it's really stupid, and everyone can see the fake."

Chen Changsheng didn't know what to say. He lowered his head, reached down and pulled the edge of the sackcloth down to cover her feet.

"That medicine is useless, right?"

She looked at his eyes, her expression very calm, as if not knowing that his answer would determine her own destiny.

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(The next chapter is still at 7:15 in the evening. It feels like I’m saving the manuscript. I’m really not used to it. Some of it is irritating... In addition, these chapters have been revised many times, so you can dare to take a closer look.)

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