Waking up in the cave in the morning, the first thing he saw was a bloody and terrifying scene, followed by escape, and escape again. Although they had a few short conversations, in reality, this was the first time Chen Chang Sheng had the time to seriously look at the appearance of the white-clothed girl. He didn't know if it was because of the poison or some other reason, but the white-clothed girl's cheeks were abnormally swollen. Although it couldn't hide the elegance of her eyes, even without the swelling, she was still elegance. For normal girls, elegance was an extremely good description, but the elves were the descendants of the ancient elves and the treants. They were always known for their beauty, otherwise, they wouldn't have become the most greedy target of humans and demon nobles. Since the girl was an elf, the word elegance could only mean that she was very ordinary.
Like a baby, she hugged her knees and lay on her side on the grass. Her eyes were tightly closed and her long eyelashes didn't even blink, as if she was in a deep sleep. But Chen Chang Sheng remembered her eyes. Those eyes left a very deep impression on him in the cave. His eyes were very clean and were praised by Luo Luo and Tang Thirty Six to be able to reflect people's eyes. Her eyes were also very clean, but they were different from his.
Her eyes were like autumn water, but they weren't lake water. Instead, they were the color of a lighter and clearer water.
The blue and white porcelain bowl was quietly placed under the eaves. A fresh spring rain fell on the earth and dripped down along the eaves. Drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip, drip. The spring rain gradually stopped and the sunshine returned. The bowl under the eaves was the same as before, but there was more water in the bowl. It had no color, but it seemed to carry the feeling of spring. It had no taste, but it seemed to have been brewed with new tea.
Yes, it was the layer of water in the porcelain bowl. It was clear and shallow, but not thin.
Looking at the sleeping girl, Chen Chang Sheng really wanted her to open her eyes and let him see the color of water after the rain.
Soon after, he remembered that when they first met in the cave, he had seen a strange dark green flame around her pupils. If he was not wrong, that should be the poison that Nanke had planted in her. The poison of the Peacock Tail Plume was extremely difficult to remove. It was no wonder that the elves, who were extremely close to nature and skilled in dispelling poisons from medicinal herbs, were so weak from this poison.
Chen Chang Sheng placed his hand on her pulse and discovered that her meridians were actually empty, there was almost no Qi left. What was even more frightening was that she had obviously lost too much Qi and blood, her pulse was already weak and weak. If this continued, she might actually die silently in her sleep.
This discovery made him nervous, and he quickly tried to think of a solution. However, the medicine and food he had brought with him had already been thrown out by him during the battle yesterday. He thought for a while, and then sent his Divine Sense into the sword hilt. After a long silence, he finally found a box in a seemingly empty place.
It was the last box. It was very heavy. As soon as it appeared on the grass, it caused the ground to sink a little.
Opening the box, countless dazzling golden leaves and half a box of crystals appeared in front of him. At the very top was a thin book. It was the fundamental method of the Mount Li Sword Style.
This was the most direct and heaviest gift Luoluo had given him as a disciple.
If the golden leaves and crystals in the box were used to buy a house, he could easily buy the entire Hundred Flowers Lane.
If he was willing to destroy the fundamental method of the Mount Li Sword Style, even Qiushan Jun would come to thank him.
But in this dangerous plain, the golden leaves and the fundamental method of the Mount Li Sword Style were useless. He pushed all the golden leaves to one side and put back the fundamental method of the Mount Li Sword Style. He took out all the crystals in the box and piled them up beside her. Then he walked to the edge of the grass and stared at the shallow pool of water in a daze. He didn't know what he was thinking or what he wanted to do.
After a while, he thrust his right hand into the water.
But now, his breathing and heartbeat had become extremely slow, so his movements were naturally even slower. The movements of his hand did not match his plan at all. There was a slight splash, but it was empty air.
Just when he was feeling somewhat helpless, he suddenly realized that the water around his arm was covered in a thin layer of frost.
In the next moment, he pulled his hand out of the water. His fingers tightly gripped a plump water snake. This water snake did not struggle at all. It was clearly frozen stiff.
He didn't even have the ability to catch a water snake, but the extremely cold Qi exuded from his body could help him do a few things.
He once again slowly moved to her side. He took out his dagger and chopped off the head of the water snake. Then he brought it to her lips and began to pour blood into it.
She was currently unconscious, so she naturally did not know how to swallow. It was unavoidable that some of the snake's blood seeped out from the corner of her lips, creating a rather bloody scene.
After a while, the water snake's blood was completely drained. He placed the snake's body to the side and looked at the girl's face. He took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and began to carefully wipe her face.
Even at a time like this, he was still living his normal life.
The water snake's blood contained a spicy fire. It was the most suitable for replenishing blood. In addition, he extravagantly piled up the crystals around her. At the very least, he could ensure that she would not die in her sleep.
Chen Chang Sheng finally let out a sigh of relief. He sat next to her and looked at the impenetrable grass around him. He began to truly stare blankly.
He lacked medicine and could not directly replenish blood. It was very difficult to cure her. Moreover, his own situation was also very bad.
The Black Dragon was sleeping in the lake outside of his Ethereal Palace. The Black Frost it emitted was constantly repairing the wounds on his internal organs. But it could only treat the symptoms.
He was currently very weak. His heartbeat and breathing were extremely slow. It was very similar to those cold-blooded animals before the arrival of winter.
This meant that hibernation was about to arrive.
The method the Black Dragon used to save him was hibernation.
Hibernation was sleeping.
What he needed the most right now was a good sleep, a good sleep, until the sky turned dark and the earth turned dark, until the end of time.
But he could not sleep.
Because she was sleeping, he had to be awake.
This feeling was very painful.
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Wanting to sleep but not being able to sleep. How beautiful was that scene? As the most effective method of punishment, one could only imagine how difficult it was to endure. In order to keep his heavy eyelids from closing, Chen Chang Sheng made even more efforts and attempts. He slapped his face, washed his face, pinched his legs, tried to focus his mind. It was only until his divine sense fell upon the black stone that he instantly and truly awoke.
The black stone and the notebook were placed together in an extremely remote corner of his world. If one did not carefully search for them, it would be easy to miss them. Perhaps it was for this reason, or perhaps it was because even when he was on the verge of death, he instinctively knew that they were precious. Yesterday, he did not throw the black stone and notebook along with the other items into the two wings of light to help him escape.
From Xi Ning Village to the Capital, breaking off the engagement had never been an important matter. For him, what was important was the Grand Examination. Because only then, could he quietly contemplate for a night in the Pavilion of Ascending Mist. For this, he had expended an unimaginable amount of time and effort. Finally, he had achieved this seemingly inconceivable goal. However, compared to the price he had previously paid, his gains from the Pavilion of Ascending Mist were rather pitiful. He had not been able to directly find the secret to defying the heavens and changing fate. He had only obtained this black stone and the notebook.
Therefore, he would naturally treasure the black stone and the notebook. He hoped that he could obtain even more from them. Reality seemed to be the same. On that night when he was viewing the monoliths in the front mausoleum of the Mausoleum of Books, those monoliths had floated within his sea of consciousness. However, they had never been able to fill that starry sky. It was at that time that the black stone had played an extremely important role in helping him break through to the upper level of Ethereal Opening. Then what about this notebook?
Position is relative. This was the first sentence in the opening of Wang Zhice's notebook, and it was also the sentence that left the deepest impression on him.
He gazed at the grassland that was so thick that it could not be melted, and silently pondered over this sentence. He did not discover anything, but he suddenly remembered that yesterday, he and Zhexiu had jumped into the cold pool from the top of the cliff. In the end, they had swam out from the surface of the lake. In order to avoid the pursuit of Nanke's two maids, he had continuously sunk to the bottom of the lake. In the end, when he had returned here, he had jumped into the night sky … position was relative, and also opposite?
Could it be that the world of the Garden of Zhou was not a plane, but a combination of two opposite planes? With the cliff at the very top of the stream as the boundary, on that side, the lake and mountains were one world, while on this side, the mountains, rivers, and grassland were the opposite world. The passage between the two worlds was that cold pool as well as the pond over ten li in front of Sunset Valley?
Chen Changsheng silently calculated these worlds in his heart. Immediately after, he thought about why he and Zhexiu had gone to the world on the other side of the cliff yesterday, and why they had returned to the world on the front side of the Garden of Zhou from that world … it was all because of a strand of sword intent. At first, he had chased after the sword intent, but in the end, he seemed to have been brought out by the sword intent.
Last night, in the depths of the lake, when he was on the verge of death, there had been a strange change at the very last moment. How could he forget it?
He lowered his head to look at the metal ball in his palm. He gently stroked it, and seemed to be deep in thought.
With a slight movement of his spiritual sense, a series of fine and concentrated sounds of friction and collision rang out. In an instant, the Yellow Paper Umbrella appeared in his hand.
After a moment of silence, he stood up, took the Yellow Paper Umbrella, and extended it forward.
The Yellow Paper Umbrella did not have any reaction.
He turned his body, and the Yellow Paper Umbrella slowly moved through the air, bringing with it several gusts of wind.
When the Yellow Paper Umbrella pointed towards what he thought was the southwest direction, it suddenly stopped.
It was not that he wanted the Yellow Paper Umbrella to stop, but that the Yellow Paper Umbrella did not seem to want to move anymore. Even the wind on the pile of grass had suddenly disappeared without a trace.
A slight but clear tremor traveled from the umbrella to the umbrella ribs, then to the handle, to his hand, and finally to his heart.
A strand of sword intent appeared in the distance.
This strand of sword intent was very faint, just like the one he had felt yesterday by the cold pool, but it was also very strong, causing him to instinctively feel a sense of reverence.
That sword intent was soundless, as if it had already been there for countless years. However, its appearance in itself represented a kind of summoning.
Chen Changsheng thought of the scene of the Yellow Paper Umbrella carrying him as he madly ran at the last moment of last night. He muttered, "Is this strand of sword intent looking for you?"
After a moment of silence, he looked at the Yellow Paper Umbrella and said, "Or could it be … that you're using it to find this strand of sword intent?"
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(The design of the Yellow Paper Umbrella is really too interesting … I've always liked umbrellas, all kinds of umbrellas, because umbrellas can play many roles. For example, the current radar.)
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