Waking up in the cliff cave in the early morning, the first thing I saw was such a bloody and terrifying picture, followed by fleeing, fleeing again, although there were a few brief conversations, but in fact, this was the first time that Chen Changsheng had time to take a serious look at the appearance of the girl in white. I don't know if it's because of poisoning or some other reason, the white-clothed girl's cheeks are a little abnormally swollen, although she can't hide the beauty of her eyebrows, but even if there is no such puffiness, it's just Qingli - for ordinary girls, Qingli is an excellent adjective, but the Xiuling clan is the descendant of the ancient elf clan and the dryad clan, and has always been known for its beauty, otherwise it would not be possible to become the most greedy object of humans and demon nobles.

She hugged her knees like a baby, lying on her side on the grass, her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes didn't blink, as if she couldn't wake up, but Chen Changsheng remembered her eyes, those eyes left a deep impression on him in the cliff cave, his eyes were very clean, they were praised by Luoluo and Tang Thirty-six for being able to shine on people, her eyes were also very clean, but they were different from him.

Her eyes are like autumn water, but they are not lake water, but a lighter and clearer water color.

The celadon bowl rests quietly under the eaves, a fresh spring rain sprinkles the earth, along the eaves corners, ticking, gradually becoming a piano song, not long, the spring rain gradually stops, the sun is bright again, the bowl under the eaves seems to be before, but there is more water in the bowl, there is no color, but it seems to have spring, no taste, but as if rushing through a new tea.

Yes, it is the layer of water in the porcelain bowl, clear and shallow, but not thin.

Looking at the sleeping girl, Chen Changsheng wanted her to open her eyes and let himself look at the water color after the new rain in the empty mountain.

Immediately after, he remembered that when he first met her in the cliff cave, he had seen some strange dark green flames around her pupils - if the expectation was good, it should be the poison planted by Nanke - the poison of the peacock tail feather was very difficult to remove, no wonder the Xiuling clansman, who was close to nature and was very good at medicinal herbs, was also so weakened by this poison.

Chen Changsheng rested his hand on her veins, and found that her meridians were empty, with almost no true yuan left, and what was even more terrifying was that her qi and blood had obviously lost too much, and her pulse was already slippery and weak, if she continued like this, I was afraid that she might really die quietly in her sleep.

This discovery made him nervous, and he hurriedly thought of a way, but the medicine and food he carried with him had been thrown out to beat people in the battle yesterday, he thought about it, put his divine sense into the hilt of his sword, and was silent for a long time, and finally found a box in the other place that seemed to be empty.

It was the last box, and it was heavy, and it had just appeared on the grass pile, and it had sunk the ground into the water for three minutes.

Opening the lid of the box, countless bright and dazzling gold leaves and half a box of spars appeared in front of his eyes, and there was a thin book on the top, which was the general secret of the sword technique of Lishan.

This is the most direct and the most important part of Luoluo's apprenticeship to him.

If the gold leaves and spars in this box are used to buy a house, it should be easy to buy the entire Hundred Flowers Alley.

If he was willing to destroy the master of the Lishan Sword Technique, even Akiyama-kun would come to thank him with a big gift.

But in this treacherous grassland, the golden leaves and the Lishan Sword Technique Recipe were useless, he pushed all the gold leaves aside, put the Detachment Sword Technique Recipe back, took out all the half of the box of spars, piled them up around her, and then walked to the edge of the green grass, stared at the shallow water and began to be in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking or what he wanted to do.

A moment later, his right hand thrust into the lake.

It's just that now his breathing and heartbeat have become extremely slow, and his movements are naturally even slower, and the movements of his hands do not match the plan at all, and the water splashes slightly, but it misses.

Just when he was a little helpless, he suddenly noticed that the water around his arm was covered with a shallow layer of frost.

The next moment, he withdrew his hand from the water, and between his fingers he held a fat water snake, which did not struggle at all, and was obviously frozen.

He doesn't even have the ability to catch the water snake now, but the cold aura emanating from his body can help him do something.

Slowly moving back to her side again, he drew his dagger and slashed off the head of the water head, then brought it to her lips and began to pour blood into it.

She was unconscious at this time, naturally she didn't know how to swallow, and it was inevitable that some snake blood overflowed from the corners of her lips, and the picture looked a little bloody.

After a while, the blood in the water snake was gone, and he set the snake aside, looked at the girl's face, took the handkerchief from his sleeve, and began to wipe it carefully for her.

Even at such times, he was still living as he normally would.

The blood of the water snake contains spicy fire, which is the most suitable for replenishing blood, and with the extravagant heaping of spars around her, it is possible to at least ensure that she will not die in her sleep.

Chen Changsheng only breathed a sigh of relief at this time, sat beside her, looked at the impenetrable grass around him, and began to be really in a daze.

Lacking medicine, unable to replenish blood directly, it was difficult to cure her, and he himself was in a bad condition.

The black dragon slept in the lake outside the secluded mansion, and the cold of the frost emanated from it kept mending the wounds on his intestines, but it could only cure the symptoms.

He was weak, his heart beating and breathing extremely slowly, similar to those of cold-blooded animals before winter was approaching.

This means that hibernation is coming.

The method that the black dragon used to save him was hibernation.

To hibernate is to sleep.

What he needs most at this time is to sleep, to sleep until the sky is dark, and the earth is desolate.

But he couldn't sleep.

Because she was sleeping, he had to be awake.

The feeling is painful.

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I want to sleep but can't sleep, how beautiful the picture is, as the most effective means of punishment, you can imagine how difficult it is, Chen Changsheng made more efforts and attempts in order to keep his heavy eyes from closing, patting his face, washing his face, pinching his legs, trying to concentrate, until finally, his divine consciousness fell on the black stone, and he really woke up in an instant.

Blackstone rested in a very remote corner of his world with the notes, and it was easy to miss them if he didn't search carefully, or because of this, or even when he was dying, he instinctively knew that it was precious, so yesterday he didn't throw the blackstone and the notes, along with the other things, into the two wings of light to help him get out of trouble.

From Xining Town to Kyoto, divorce has never been an important thing, for him, the important thing is the Great Pilgrimage Examination, because only in this way can he meditate in Lingyan Pavilion for a night, for which he spent unimaginable time and energy, and finally achieved this seemingly incredible goal, but compared to the price he paid before, his harvest in Lingyan Pavilion looked a little pitiful in comparison, he did not directly find the secret of changing his life against the sky, only got this black stone and notes.

So of course he will cherish the black stone and the note, hoping to get more things from it, and the fact seems to be the same, on the night when the tomb in front of the Tianshu Mausoleum was viewed, those stone tablets floated in his sea of consciousness, but they were never able to paint the starry sky, and it was at that time that the black stone played a very important role in helping him break through to the upper realm of Tongyun in one fell swoop, so what about this note?

The position is relative, this is the first sentence in Wang Zhice's notes, and it is also the sentence that impresses him the most.

He looked at the grassland where the greenery was so thick that it could not be dissolved, silently experienced this sentence, and found nothing, but suddenly thought that he and his folded sleeves jumped from the top of the cliff into the cold pool yesterday, but finally swam out of the lake...... Location is relative and opposite?

Isn't the world of Zhou Yuan a plane, but a combination of two opposite planes? With the mountain cliff in the upper reaches of the river as the boundary, the lakes and mountains over there are one world, and the mountains and grasslands here are another relative world, and the passage between the two worlds is the cold pool and the pond more than ten miles before the twilight valley?

Chen Changsheng silently calculated these worlds in his heart, and then he thought about why he went to the world on the other side of the cliff with his folded sleeves yesterday, and why he returned to the world in front of Zhou Yuan from the world over there...... It was all because of a sword intent, which initially chased after the sword intent, and in the end, it seemed to be taken out by that sword intent.

He was about to die in the depths of the lake last night, and how could he forget the changes that happened at the last moment.

He looked down at the metal ball in his palm, caressing it gently, thoughtfully.

With the slight movement of his thoughts, a subtle and dense sound of friction and impact sounded, and in an instant, the yellow paper umbrella appeared in his hand.

After a moment of silence, he stood up and stretched out his yellow paper umbrella to the front.

The yellow paper umbrella did not react at all.

He turned, and the yellow paper umbrella moved slowly in the air, bringing up several breezes.

When the yellow paper umbrella pointed to a place in the southwest direction that he thought at this time, it suddenly stopped.

It's not that he stopped the yellow paper umbrella, but that the yellow paper umbrella doesn't seem to want to move anymore, or the wind on the grass pile suddenly disappears.

A slight but clear tremor passed from the surface of the umbrella to the bone, then to the handle, to his hands, and finally to his heart.

A sword intent appeared far ahead.

This sword intent was very ethereal, just like what he had sensed by the cold pool yesterday, but it was very strong, making him instinctively feel a little awe.

The words of the sword were silent, as if it had been still there for countless years, but its appearance itself represented a calling.

Chen Changsheng thought about the picture of the yellow paper umbrella running wildly with him at the last moment of last night, and muttered, "Is this sword intent looking for you?"

After a moment of silence, he looked at the yellow paper umbrella and said, "Or ...... That's what you're looking for this sword intent?"

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(The design of the yellow paper umbrella is really interesting...... I've always loved umbrellas, all kinds of umbrellas, because umbrellas can play a lot of roles, for example, radar at this time. ）