Chen Changsheng didn't know what she was thinking at this time, let alone that in such a short period of time, her love had changed so much. He took out the Flowing Fire Pill from the jade box, reached it directly to her lips, and then shoved it in quickly, even rudely. Xu Yourong's lips opened slightly, and he was about to say something to express his gratitude to him, as well as ...... moved, but didn't say anything, and was directly blocked by the pill.

"You can't drink water for half an hour before and after, otherwise it will reduce the fire in the elixir. Chen Changsheng looked at her who was choked and blushed, and said seriously, but there was some uneasiness 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, a little better, she looked at him annoyed and said, "Even if you can't drink water, say it in advance, don't you know that the cough is uncomfortable?"

Although he said it in annoyance, his voice was a little faint, complaining, but a little like coquettishness.

Chen Changsheng couldn't feel it, and said with a slight 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 didn't notice the demeanor of his daughter's family at that moment before, but for some reason he felt a little embarrassed, and said softly: "I don't know if it's a drug attack, I'm a little sleepy." ”

Where is the normal phenomenon of detoxification, there is nothing to say. How could the drug attack so quickly, I don't know how to respond. After all, it was still what Tang Thirty-six said in the Plum Garden Inn in Kyoto, he and she were really two guys who had nothing to say.

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

He helped her to the sheltered porch outside the stone chamber, and took a few pieces of cloth from the seventh stone chamber and covered her with them. The most precious silk satin in the mausoleum, including the extremely rare snow silk quilt, has been reduced to shreds by time, and interestingly, the most worthless numbness is still intact. What he covered her with was a curtain made of numbness.

Looking at the sleeping girl, he secretly prayed that the Flowing Fire Pill still had enough medicinal power, and then he walked back to the stone room, opened the jade box again and sniffed it carefully, the uneasiness in his heart did not disappear, but became stronger and stronger.

After finding several elixirs whose medicinal power had not completely dissipated, he finally had time to take a look at the previous harvest in those stone chambers, and his divine sense swept slightly, and the first thing he looked at was those cheats and exercises.

He has read through the Taoist collection since he was a child, and after he went to Kyoto, he also carefully read the tens of thousands of books in the library of the National Education College.

is different from the imagination of the world, these secret book exercises are not rare, and naturally there is no way for him to achieve great success overnight, it is also said that the strong people who were qualified to become Zhou Dufu's opponents back then must have been born in the world's famous sect mountain gate, and they have become the souls of Zhou Du's ghost, but the inheritance of the sect mountain gate to which they belong has not been broken.

Just like the general technique of the Lishan Sword Sect was taken away by the White Emperor Yi clan, Lishan is still strong. But...... It is still like the general technique of the Lishan Sword Sect, and these secret books and exercises are naturally extremely precious, at least for those sect mountain sects, because these are the originals.

Next, he began to check those magic weapons, because of time, most of the magic weapons in the stone room have lost their power, and under Xu Yourong's guidance, the few magic weapons he put away still have some residual power, but they are far less than back then, and those divine weapons on the current hundred weapons list cannot be compared at all, only the black soul pivot is an exception.

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

Chen Changsheng suddenly had some thoughts. Zhou Du's husband is the real legend of this continent, it is a unique existence, Zhou Yuan is his world, here is his mausoleum, logically speaking, those who are qualified to be selected by him to accompany the burial, there should be some better things, have those things been taken away?

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

Over the past few hundred years, there have been countless cultivators who wanted to find Zhou Dufu's tomb and obtain his inheritance and treasures, and those cultivators were either talented or extremely well prepared, and they were at least at the pinnacle of the secluded realm before they dared to enter the mysterious grassland where the sun never sets, but they failed to come here and died on the way. He was able to find out of the steppe and come to this mausoleum, not because he was better or 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 did not put away his umbrella either.

If it weren't for this yellow paper umbrella, following that ethereal sword intent to show them the way, they wouldn't have any possibility of coming here at all, and it was more likely that they would have been lost in that treacherous grassland, and then turned into food for the demon beast herd, but how to get out of here next? Do you still have to 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 ridiculous, because he came to Kyoto from the old temple in Xining Town with the intention of changing his fate. But in the deepest part of the spiritual world, he does believe in the existence of fate, even more than anyone else.

There must be a mountain peak in front of you to climb over this mountain.

There is a large river with undulating waves to cross this river.

Only when you have a goal can you move towards it.

There must be a fate for him to change it.

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

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

His views are different from those of the king, they must be different, and he wants to see his fate clearly and then change it.

If fate made him meet so many people and so many things in Kyoto, he finally brought him into Zhou Yuan. So in Zhou Yuan, what kind of fate awaits him? The yellow paper umbrella sensed that sword intent and brought him here, there must be some kind of deep meaning hidden in it. If you want to leave Zhou Yuan, does it mean that you need to find that sword intent?

Is that sword intended to be in the sword pool? Where is the sword pool? After walking through the long road and coming to the outside of the mausoleum, he stood on a high platform, holding his waist with his left hand, holding a yellow paper umbrella in his right hand, and looking at the grassland in front of him.

It was already dusk, and the distant sun had come to its fixed position every night—the edge of the grassland, above the horizon. The endless grassland, in the warm red light, seems to be burning, those hidden in the grassland, like countless small mirrors, reflecting the appearance of the sky, behind him, is the mausoleum of Zhou Dufu.

If the person who saw this scene at this time was a talented man who was sad and sad, he would probably be able to feel more sad feelings, and feel that nothing in the world can beat time, but he didn't.

The sun was still setting on the edge of the distant grassland, but it suddenly began to rain around the mausoleum.

He held up a yellow paper umbrella.

Papapa, the raindrops fall on the umbrella surface, turning into countless small splashes, jumping and falling.

He released his senses, extended the handle of the umbrella upwards to the surface of the umbrella, and finally jumped like those small splashes, left, and dispersed towards the grassland around the mausoleum.

He was familiar with the Daozang and was convinced that it was impossible for that sword intent to produce self-consciousness, and since there was no self-consciousness, it was impossible for him to take the initiative to change his state. At the beginning, he could sense it by the cold pool, because the sword intent had always existed, waiting to be discovered, so now the sword intent should not and cannot take the initiative to disappear.

If something doesn't disappear and can't be found, then it must have been hidden.

Chen Changsheng stood in the rain, exuding his divine sense into the grassland, looking for his target, and at the same time began to sort out the changes that had occurred when he approached this mausoleum—the moment Xu Yourong saw the mausoleum, that sword intent disappeared. At that time, he thought that it was the sword intent that had completed the mission of leading the yellow paper umbrella here, so he disappeared, but now that he calmed down and came to the previous inference, he was naturally sure that this was not the case - that sword intent should have been hidden by a certain "person".

That "man" should be this mausoleum.

He looked back at the mausoleum behind him.

The mausoleum, made of huge stone blocks, gets steeper and steeper the higher you go, and the height is incredible.

He stood in the middle of the mausoleum, and the mausoleum in his eyes was even higher, as if it were about to pierce the clouds in the sky.

His gaze followed the top of the mausoleum and landed on the gray clouds, only to see the black clouds rolling, and there were faint lightning lights up from time to time in the depths, which was particularly terrifying. Even from thousands of zhang away, he could clearly feel that the powerful aura in the clouds that was enough to destroy the world - the mausoleum was the core of Zhou Yuan, and this breath should be the embodiment of Zhou Yuan's rules.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, the boulders between the mausoleums are all wet, between each level of stones, there are countless thin waterfalls flowing, if someone looks at it from outside the mausoleum, they will definitely feel that this picture is very spectacular, there is a thrilling beauty, but standing in the mausoleum, he can only feel thrilling, naturally do not feel beautiful.

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

He thought silently, and then vaguely heard someone shouting to him, holding a yellow paper umbrella, and walked into the mausoleum again.

Xu Yourong had woken up, his face was still pale, but he seemed to be better and refreshed.

He asked, "You're calling me?"

The rain outside the mausoleum was too heavy, and although there was an umbrella, he was still wet, and he looked a little wolf.

Xu Yourong didn't 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 he really had auditory hallucinations.

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

When she woke up earlier, she saw that he was not by her side, and that it was dark all around, and she was a little scared, or more precise, panicked.

Since the awakening of the bloodline, she has never panicked.

She knows that this has nothing to do with dependence on him, let alone those ****.

This is the expression of depression, she is getting weaker and weaker, and even her clear Dao heart is beginning to fade.

This is a sign of death.

Chen Changsheng squatted down beside her, stretched out his hand to take his pulse, and after being silent for a long time, he said with a smile: "Well, the medicinal power is spreading, even if the toxin is not clean, it should not be a big problem." ”

Lies pay attention to the truth and the falsehood.

Not a single word of his sentence is true.

Xu Yourong looked into his eyes and said indifferently, "Do you know that your smile is fake?"

Chen Changsheng's body stiffened slightly, and he said with a smile: "How can a smile be fake?"

Xu Yourong smiled and said, "It's really not fake, it's stupid." ”

Chen Changsheng pretended to be a little 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 like crying just now, you are really stupid, and anyone can see that it is fake." ”

Chen Changsheng didn't know what to say, lowered his head, reached out and pulled the edge of the linen cloth down, covering her feet for her.

"That medicine doesn't work, does it?"

She looked him in the eye with a calm expression, as if she didn't know that his answer would decide her fate.

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(The next chapter is still a quarter past seven o'clock in the evening, and I feel like I am saving the manuscript, which is really a little unaccustomed, and I have to sè...... In addition, these chapters have been revised many times, so you can dare to read them carefully. ）