Xu You Rong said, "Your face is as white as snow, how can I not mind?"
Chen Chang Sheng turned to look at her and said, "You're not much better off, your face is as white as the frost on the grass."
Xu You Rong was slightly taken aback. Looking at her reflection in the water, she discovered that her face was indeed strangely pale. She subconsciously covered her cheeks with her hands.
This was a young girl's subconscious action, but in Chen Chang Sheng's eyes, it was very cute.
"Thank you." She came to her senses, held his shoulder, and leaned on his back.
"I'm sorry." He wrapped his hand around her knee and pulled her up a bit.
Just like this, they left the pile of grass, stepped through the bloody sea of grass, and went to a clear place.
The water in the sea of grass was not deep. The shallow parts were knee-deep, and the deep parts were only waist-deep. It was just that the mud at the bottom was too soft. Chen Chang Sheng was carrying a person on his back and still had to hold the umbrella in his left hand, so it was somewhat difficult to walk. Fortunately, the sun had risen for some time, and the temperature in the sea of grass gradually rose. It was very comfortable, and as far as the eye could see, there was tender green. Walking in the spring light and spring water, no matter how difficult it was, was somewhat comforting. If it weren't for those sounds, perhaps they would have felt more like they were walking.
The faint whistling of the air came from the plains behind them, coming from Nanke's wings. Whether it was Chen Chang Sheng or Xu You Rong, after understanding the Plains of the Unsetting Sun, they were not worried that the demon experts would quickly catch up. On the contrary, the small sounds around the sea of grass made them even more vigilant. Those sounds belonged to the natives of the sea of grass — yesterday, Xu You Rong had killed many monsters, but she had paid a great price for it. At the same time, she knew that there were definitely even stronger monsters living in the plains, perhaps even existences that Ethereal Opening cultivators could not resist.
Chen Chang Sheng held up the Yellow Paper Umbrella, feeling for the position of the sword intent, and continued forward into the plains. The sun had already moved to the middle of the sky, but the sunlight was not scorching. It was as warm and comfortable as a spring day. Xu You Rong did not understand why he kept holding up this shabby umbrella. Was he worried that she would get sunburned? Or was it that the cold Qi of Black Frost that this youth cultivated conflicted with the sunlight?
If it involved the unique cultivation method of the Snow Mountain Sect, then it was naturally inconvenient for her to say too much, but there was one thing she had to ask, "Just where are we going?"
Chen Chang Sheng said, "To the Sword Pool."
In his opinion, the location of the sword will was very likely to be the legendary Sword Pool.
If there really was a Sword Pool in the Garden of Zhou that had never been found, then it was very obvious that the Sword Pool was most likely in this plain that no one had ever walked out of.
Xu Yourong also understood this point, but she could not understand how he could determine the position of the Sword Pool.
Chen Changsheng did not answer this question. It was not that he did not want her to know the secret of the Yellow Paper Umbrella, but rather that the Sword Pool was no ordinary treasure trove. After two days and one night of fleeing, he could entrust his life to this girl and give her sufficient trust. However, it was precisely because of this that there was no need to add these bargaining chips to test her character. Human nature could not be tested. Every time it was tested, there was a possibility that the person would take a step in the opposite direction of the person who set the question. Similarly, trust could not be used. Every time it was used, it was a test of trust.
As they walked, the water in the sea of grass gradually decreased, and the ground gradually increased. Only then did it feel like a grassland.
As they walked through the dense grass, Chen Changsheng felt much more at ease as he felt the soles of his shoes steady. However, the rustling sounds in the grassland grew louder and louder. It was very obvious that there were even more monsters hidden in the surroundings than in the wetlands, and perhaps even more vicious.
Xu Yourong took out the Tong Bow and calmly observed her surroundings, ready to strike at any time. However, for some reason, even after Chen Changsheng had carried her for several dozen li, those monsters still did not launch any attacks. They did not even approach them. There were even three times when she could clearly sense the extremely terrifying Qi exuded by the monsters that were observing them. Even at her peak, she was still not a match for those monsters. Why did these powerful monsters not come to kill her? In the past, she might have believed that the Qi exuded by the true blood of the Heavenly Phoenix in her body had directly suppressed the greed of those monsters. However, now that the blood in her body was almost completely drained, what were those monsters afraid of?
The two continued forward. The ground of the grassland grew drier and drier, while the height of the grass decreased. Moreover, it gradually became sparse.
Finally, they arrived at a patch of grass that barely reached their feet. The grass was greyish-white in colour, but it had not withered. It was as if it was the hair of an old man. In the green grassland, these short greyish-white grasses were extremely eye-catching. Moreover, from their feet to the extremely distant depths of the grassland, they formed a clear path.
They did not know where this path made of white grass led to, or what dangers were hidden within.
Xu Yourong said, "If … that person really is dead, then this path might lead to his tomb."
Chen Changsheng understood why she had such a guess.
In the Afterlife Scripture of the Essay on the Origin of the Dao, there was a saying: White grass as a path, straight to the sea of stars.
If Zhou Dufu really was dead, and really was buried in this world, then his tomb was most likely to be in the depths of this grassland. This White Grass Path represented the path to death. There was also another powerful proof, which came from the slight trembling of the Yellow Paper Umbrella. That strand of sword intent was in the distance of this White Grass Path. If that strand of sword intent indicated the location of the Sword Pool, then it was extremely logical — the millions of swords sleeping in the Sword Pool were Zhou Dufu's spoils of war. Of course, they were also the best offering for him.
"There is no sea of stars in the Garden of Zhou, but the Sword Pool is the sea of stars." He agreed with Xu Yourong's opinion. "It seems that we have to walk to the end of this White Grass Path to know whether it's death or something else."
Xu Yourong did not think that he would so quickly realize that the basis of her judgement came from the Essay on the Origin of the Dao. She gave him a somewhat appreciative glance.
Whether it was towards the sea of stars or death, they were both extremely far away. This White Grass Path was naturally very long. Chen Changsheng carried her for a very long time, yet he still seemed to be at the beginning.
The sun of the Plains of the Unsetting Sun rose and then set, but it did not disappear. It circled around the plains, then rose and set again.
They walked, walked, and walked again. When they were thirsty, they would drink some clean water from the puddles on the side of the path. When they were hungry, Chen Changsheng would get some beast meat to eat. When they were drowsy, he would sleep for a while. She would quietly sit on the side. When she was tired, he would wake up. This cycle repeated. Chen Changsheng's injuries improved slightly, but she remained extremely weak.
On a certain day, it was night time again. It was not a true night, but the light had become somewhat gloomy. Suddenly, rain began to fall from the sky.
Chen Changsheng carried her on his back and ran through the night rain. At some point, the Yellow Paper Umbrella was in her hand, shielding them from the wind and rain.
Tonight's rain was too fierce. Just an umbrella was not enough to shield them. But in this world of weeds and smoke, where could they find shelter from the rain?
Just at this moment, they broke through the curtain of rain and saw a temple.
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