The black sarcophagus is very large, like a hill, Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong stand in the coffin, as if standing in a mountain, not knowing the passage of time.

Xu Yourong looked at it in a normal order, one picture after another, his steps moved slowly, from left to right, Chen Changsheng's order was the opposite of her, slowly moving from right to left. It is much easier to memorize and master the comprehension, but it is not too easy to memorize such a mysterious and indescribable sword technique.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Changsheng's left arm touched her shoulder, and the two of them woke up and found that they had met.

If it was Tang Thirty-six, he would probably say lightly: What a coincidence, I actually met you here.

But Chen Changsheng wouldn't say this, Xu Yourong didn't speak, the two looked at each other and smiled, and 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 moves and two broken knife techniques, Xu Yourong is relatively weak because of his injury, and he has seen less than him, so he memorized thirty-seven knife techniques.

After a while, the two men finished reading the last two pictures, and once again woke up at the same time, looked at each other and smiled again.

However, in the next moment, the smile on their faces disappeared and turned into shock and confusion.

The patterns and words on the walls of the black sarcophagus are ...... Disappear!

The black stone is the hardest stone in the world, and those line patterns and words should be carved by Zhou with the legendary knife himself, deep into the stone for three points, even after hundreds of years of hard work, it has not faded, and it is impossible to be weathered, but at this time, the edges of those lines seem to have become a lot softer, and the wind in the mausoleum is light, and the black stone on the edge of the lines is blown into gravel and falls to the ground!

In just an instant, Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong didn't have time to react at all, and all the words and patterns on the walls of the black sarcophagus were erased and turned into one hundred and nine slightly rough depressions.

What's going on? This magical scene made the two of them stunned and speechless, could it be said that these two-cut knife techniques would disappear by themselves after being memorized? How did Zhou Dufu do such a miraculous method?

The two broken knives have turned into black sand at the bottom of the coffin, and if they no longer exist, the black sarcophagus has really become empty, and they will naturally not stop there.

Chen Changsheng carried her away from the black sarcophagus and returned to the stone floor of the tomb, thinking about what had happened before, and his mood was still difficult to calm down.

"Fortunately, I remembered everything. Xu Yourong said: "After we go out, we will copy those knife techniques, and it will be complete." ”

Living in the old temple in Xining Town since childhood, Chen Changsheng, a fifteen-year-old boy, is naturally slow to be obtuse about men and women, but at this time, for some reason, he grasped her meaning very accurately. This set of earth-shattering two broken sword tricks now belongs to them, and they don't belong to them separately, just like the knife tricks, they belong to their whole.

If they don't trust each other enough and be honest with each other, then this trick doesn't make sense.

"Well, let's practice together. Chen Changsheng said.

"What if we can't leave Zhou Yuan?" Xu Yourong looked at his clear eyes, a little sad, and said, "Could it be that this set of knife techniques is going to leave this world with us?"

Chen Changsheng said: "Don't be pressured, if Zhou Du's husband is really alive, the two broken sword tricks will naturally not be lost." ”

Xu Yourong was silent for a while, and said: "I have a different idea now, if Zhou Dufu is not dead, why did he leave these knife tricks in his mausoleum?"

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and guessed: "It's possible that he is going to do something that he is not sure of, and he doesn't want to lose sight of the greatest creation in his life." ”

Xu Yourong looked into his eyes and said, "In short, you have to try to survive as much as possible." ”

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 broken sword tricks or if you want to remember these beautiful things, it only makes sense for two people to live together, and then together.

"May the Light be with you. She sincerely wished.

Chen Changsheng leaned forward, hugged her a little awkwardly, and said, "Be with us." ”

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The ground shook again, this time not the opening of the Black Sarcophagus, nor the short sword from him, but the beast tide finally arrived. Chen Changsheng remembered that not long ago she had just said that she didn't want to die in someone else's grave, so he naturally helped her to walk outside the mausoleum, and when she passed the long corridor, she didn't forget to take away all the night pearls inlaid on the wall.

Looking at this scene, Xu Yourong felt that it was not only interesting, but also more admiration-being able to be so indifferent before life and death is not something anyone can do, and it is obvious that he is really not afraid of death, and he is close to a sage in such a state of mind.

Chen Changsheng didn't actually think too much about the things between life and death, he was thinking more about the black dragon sleeping in the lake outside the Youfu, he didn't know at this time, and at the same time he was a little worried, if he died in Zhou Ling, what would happen to the black dragon? Will it sleep with him, or will he be alive even if he can't wake up, after all, it is just a soul away now?

Walking out of the mausoleum and coming to the high platform at the end of the Shinto, before looking at the grassland below, Chen Changsheng looked at the plane tree that gently shook thousands of green pieces in the wind, and said to her: "No matter how powerful your magic weapon is, it can't be blocked all the time, so it's better to accept it." ”

Xu Yourong said: "But you can buy us some time." ”?? Unlike other cultivators who regard the realm and Dharma weapons as more important than life, she has always believed that these are things outside the body, and if they are exchanged for precious time or opportunities, not to mention the loss of Yan zhòng, even if they are directly destroyed, what is the pity.

Chen Changsheng said: "The last thing we need now is time. ”

Before carrying the two broken knife tricks, time is urgent, after that, time has no meaning to them, although Xu Yourong was pulled back from the abyss of death by his blood, but he is still seriously injured and weak, the longer it takes, the more dangerous it is, the most important thing is that the time flow speed in the grassland where the sun never sets is different from the real world, the closer to Zhou Ling, the slower the time flow rate, even if they rely on the sycamore to hold on for a few more days, the real world outside Zhou Yuan or only a moment has passed, what chance can they have?

"Reasonable. Xu Yourong stretched out his hand and put the sycamore into a longbow and carried it on his shoulder.

The green leaves suddenly disappeared, and the area around the stone platform became empty. Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong began to face a powerful enemy and an unknown ending, and although there was no blood rain in front of them, it was also a bloody storm.

The dim world is filled with countless demon beasts, on the grassland and in front of the mausoleum, from the front of the eyes to the sky, black and dense.

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(Because the chapter name reminds me of Leslie Cheung's old song, we spent it together, but no matter how you look at this plot, you can't find such a place, so you have to just stop and save it.) ）