After receiving the letter, Chen Changsheng said a few words to Jin Yulu and Xiao De before riding off on the crane.
Jin Yulu and Xiao De glanced at each other, seeing the doubt and unease in each other's eyes.
Before Chen Changsheng left, he said that he was going to take care of something and that he would return once he was done. In the end, he said that he hoped that the matter would not be finished.
These words were very strange and incomprehensible. Just what sort of matter was it that was more important than helping the White Emperor escape?
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On a snowy peak ten-some li away from the black cliff, the drifting snow and white clothes seemed to fuse together.
Xu Yourong had already been standing here for some time. She had watched Chen Changsheng, Jin Yulu, and Xiao De enter the black cliff, watched the White Crane arrive, and then Chen Changsheng leave.
She had vaguely guessed at what had happened in White Emperor City, and her mood had also been somewhat affected.
She had already observed the sealing array of the black cliff for a long enough time to find a way to break it.
She took out a white paper from her sleeve and folded it into a crane, then let it go.
The paper crane flew with the wind, drifting to the black cliff and then landing on the ground.
Xiao De warily looked around, but found nothing. He picked up the paper crane and opened it. He saw two words written on the paper, the handwriting graceful and probably written by a woman.
The two words were: 'Sword Array'.
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With Xu Yourong's speed, it took only a very short amount of time to return from the Starfall Mountains to White Emperor City.
She did not go to the small courtyard behind the temple to the Celestial Tree because she still did not want to meet with Chen Changsheng, and also because she subconsciously did not want to see those scenes.
When she returned to the inn from yesterday, she did not return to her room. Instead, she went to the front hall and ordered the inn's most famous jietang buns.
The atmosphere in White Emperor City was tense and strange. There were not many pedestrians on the streets, so the inn's business was naturally poor. Very few people had the leisure to come here for breakfast.
The diners who still wanted to eat at a time like this were assuredly the truly lively idlers, and lively idlers were naturally good at gossiping.
As Xu Yourong ate her beef and egg porridge and her buns, she listened in on the gossip of the guests at the neighboring tables.
Recently, the greatest excitement in White Emperor City had naturally been the Heavenly Selection ceremony and the successive appearances of the Demon Lord and Chen Changsheng.
As for the most heated gossip, it was naturally the words that Xuan Yuan Po had shouted in front of the Imperial City. It was also the words that Princess Luoluo had personally admitted.
She did not know what the Pope was thinking, but seeing that he did not care about the long journey, rode a crane, and said those words, he should like Her Highness, right?
I heard that the human race is very afraid of this kind of thing, but when did our demon race care about this? If you like it, then let's sleep together.
I've heard that His Holiness the Pope and the Holy Maiden are engaged, but when has our demi-human race ever cared about such things? They could just snatch it. If they really couldn't snatch it, they could sleep together.
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Xu Yourong's mood was originally a little down. She had heard a stomach full of gossip during the meal, so she wasn't full at all, which made her mood even worse.
The so-called brightly lit Dao Heart that was calm like water had long since been forgotten by her.
She took a steamed bun and a plate of vinegar garlic and returned to her room.
She simply washed up and sat in front of the table. Looking at herself in the bronze mirror, she began to be lost in thought.
The reflection in the mirror was not very clear, rather blurry, but the face in the mirror was still beautiful, like the most beautiful flower the world could imagine.
I'm her teacher. If I say she can't marry, she can't marry.
It was truly a domineering statement. What a good relationship between teacher and student.
She thought mockingly.
She was keenly aware that to Chen Changsheng, the little Black Dragon represented a favor that he would definitely repay for the rest of his life. The truly troublesome one was still Luoluo.
No matter how one looked at it, Luoluo was the type of girl that men most liked, not to mention that her love for Chen Changsheng was so clean and undemanding.
She could not do this, could not love Chen Changsheng more than herself. She couldn't even understand how someone could do it.
She only knew that if she wanted to walk the long thousand years of cultivation with Chen Changsheng, she would have to face the greatest challenge.
The more she thought about it, the more unhappy she became. She pouted, revealing the attitude of a little girl that she had never seen in the outside world.
She looked at herself in the mirror and snorted, "You're so beautiful, you're the most beautiful girl in the world. It's not like he's blind."
After saying this, she suddenly came to her senses. Feeling very ashamed, she let out a groan and covered her face.
At this moment, a thin layer of mist suddenly appeared in the mirror.
Xu Yourong's expression froze, but she quickly regained her composure. There was no longer any anger or embarrassment in her eyes, only calm and beautiful.
At this moment, she was the Holy Maiden, her temperament like a spring forest after a fresh rain.
The mist in the mirror gradually changed, condensing into thick and thin lines. One could faintly make out the shape of a face.
The image was still blurry, making it impossible to see the features, but for some reason, that face seemed incredibly handsome and exuded a temperament like that of a high mountain.
Xu Yourong looked at the man in the mirror and said, "I personally went to see the seal. Since the White Emperor is still alive, he should be able to come out. At the very least, he should be able to send a message."
Hearing these words, the man in the mirror was silent for a long time. It was clear that these seemingly ordinary words had some impact on his mind.
Xu Yourong asked no questions, only quietly waited.
The man sighed, indescribably sorrowful, even somewhat sorrowful.
He said, "Since it's like this, let's help him come out."
Xu Yourong said, "I've already sent a message to Chen Changsheng. With his comprehension, he should be able to very quickly break the seal."
The man said, "Since it's like this, all of you must be more cautious."
Xu Yourong suddenly asked, "Why is he willing to help you when you have no other methods? In the current situation, you have many opportunities to kill him. "
The man instead asked, "Then why are you willing to help me?"
Xu Yourong replied, "The greater picture is more important."
The man calmly said, "It's the same principle. So he's not helping me, and I don't care about him. Killing him … there will be many more opportunities in the future. "
Xu Yourong finally asked, "On Sir Bie's side … is there really no other method?"
The man thought it over, then replied, "If not even that evil disciple can cure him, then there's nothing."
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The greater picture was naturally how the Human race could continue to exist on this continent and multiply without end.
Xu Yourong had to consider this problem, the person in the copper mirror had to consider this problem, and Chen Changsheng, as the current Pope of the Human race, naturally had to consider this problem, even though he believed that he did not have the ability.
There were many things that he did not have the ability to resolve. Even the medical path that he was most skilled in seemed to be completely useless at certain times.
The White Crane flew through the great trees of the Celestial Tree temple and landed in the ruined courtyard.
Xuanyuan Po's face was pale and his right arm hung limply by his side. When he saw Chen Changsheng, he barely managed to squeeze out a smile.
Chen Changsheng went up and hugged him. After patting him three times on the back, he said nothing more and walked into the room.
Bie Yanghong leaned against the wall, his eyes closed, his expression normal as if he was sleeping.
Chen Changsheng silently walked up to him, took the needles from his finger, and began to treat him once more.
It was said that his Cinnabar Pill could regrow bones and revive the dead, but that was actually just an exaggerated rumor. The Cinnabar Pill contained the blood of the Sacred Blood could only treat external wounds like blood loss, broken bones, or ruptured abdomens.
Bie Yanghong's injuries were caused by the two Angels from the Sacred Light Continent. His soul and body had suffered irreversible injuries that were simply impossible to treat.
After some time, Chen Changsheng's Daoist robe was completely drenched in sweat. Fortunately, after the Tianhai Divine Empress had reconstructed his meridians, the strange fragrance that could drive the entire world mad was no longer present.
Bie Yanghong slowly opened his eyes, finally waking up.
Chen Changsheng once more saw that gloomy, gray-tinged Qi in the depths of his eyes.
This Qi was extremely faint, like the fresh snow falling from a snowy plain, the raindrops falling from a mountain stream.
If one did not possess an extremely powerful spiritual sense like his, they would have found it utterly impossible to notice.
This Qi was the will of death. (To be continued.)
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