The atmosphere of this conversation that took place in the ruined temple on a rainy night was very good.
Every xiuzhe, on the long path of xiuzhe, would encounter a few difficult questions, and these questions were closely related to their own situation. Even their teachers would find it hard to give them an answer, often requiring a long period of time to think it through, and the difficulty of these questions, in a sense, represented the level of xiuzhe.
In this conversation about xiuxing, the questions that Chen Chang Sheng asked were all very difficult and of high level. Xu You Rong listened quietly most of the time and would only say a few words occasionally. However, those few words were always like a bonfire in the dark night, very eye-catching and illuminating the world in front of him, allowing him to see a brand new path.
This made him very surprised, and then very impressed, this young girl's knowledge and attainment in xiuzhe was unimaginably high. Tang Thirty Six and Su Mo Yu were also very talented in xiuzhe, but compared to her, they were clearly lacking by a large margin. Among those of the same age that he had met, only Gou Han Shi could compare to her, and of course, there was also his senior Yu Ren who didn't seem to know how to xiuzhe.
Due to the level of these xiuzhe questions and their strange way of thinking, Xu You Rong also felt a lot of admiration for him, thinking that among the xiuzhe of the younger generation that she had met, besides Senior Qiu Shan and Gou Han Shi, there was actually no one who could compare to him. It must be known that although Snow Mountain Sect had a history of ten thousand years, had a deep foundation, and was once endlessly glorious, it was still located in the Northwest, unlike the academies in the Capital, the Longevity Sect, or the Holy Maiden Peak, where they could come into contact with the newest knowledge of the xiuzhe world. For him to actually have such knowledge and ability, it could only be said that he was a genius.
The cold rain outside the temple grew heavier and heavier, the voices of the conversation became quieter and quieter, and the hay became warmer and warmer. The two of them sat with a distance of one foot apart, leaning against the wall, conversing softly. Occasionally, they would silently ponder for a moment, their eyebrows slightly furrowed, illuminated by the firelight into an interesting shape, then he would suggest a certain conjecture, and she would suggest another possibility.
To be able to become the youngest cultivator at the upper level of Ethereal Opening in history in the short span of a year, apart from the fact that his teacher and senior had given him an exceedingly solid foundation, Chen Chang Sheng was obviously also a cultivation genius. It must be known that it was absolutely impossible to obtain first place upon the First Banner in the Grand Examination by solely relying on reading books and reading the Scripture of the Way, and even more so, not being able to comprehend all of the front mausoleum's monoliths in a single night. As for Xu You Rong, it went without saying that she was a cultivation genius. It had to be known that if one were to carefully calculate, the youngest upper level Ethereal Opening cultivator in history might not necessarily be Chen Chang Sheng, but rather her, because she was younger than Chen Chang Sheng by three days.
At this moment, they didn't know each other's true identity, but they were already becoming more and more certain that she was a cultivation genius, and geniuses were often lonely, because they lacked an equal person to communicate with in the spiritual world. This saying seemed rather cliché, but it was very true. All geniuses hoped to be able to meet a companion, to meet someone who could easily understand what they were talking about, to be able to discuss matters with that person that they normally wouldn't have a chance to discuss. This was akin to having an itch on your back that you hadn't been able to scratch for many years, and suddenly having someone reach out and scratch it for you; this was the itch being scratched, how could it not be comfortable?
This conversation progressed more and more pleasantly, and even the calm and composed Xu You Rong's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
Until late in the night, Chen Chang Sheng brought up a somewhat rebellious idea, asking if the space between the spleens could be used to replace the function of the Er Meridian. This caused Xu You Rong to contemplate for a very long time, and just as she was thinking of a certain possibility, she suddenly felt a slight weight on her shoulder, before smelling a very faint scent.
Looking at Chen Chang Sheng who was leaning on her shoulder and sleeping soundly, she was startled for a moment, and a hint of shyness and annoyance appeared in her eyes.
She didn't like being approached by men, let alone in such an intimate position. On this journey, she was carried by Chen Chang Sheng, which already made her feel extremely burdened, not to mention that he was now leaning on her shoulder.
She extended her finger and slowly placed it between Chen Chang Sheng's eyebrows, preparing to push him away, but for some reason, she didn't use any strength.
A thunderous snoring sound echoed throughout the old temple, even suppressing the sound of the rain outside.
Xu You Rong looked at the sleeping Chen Chang Sheng, and remembered that on this journey, he was extremely sleepy. As long as he had time, he would basically close his eyes and sleep, which should be the side effect of the Snow Mountain Sect's cultivation method ….. Tonight was probably no exception. Previously, he should have been extremely sleepy, but he kept talking to her, which made her feel a little warm.
At the same time, she still felt a little embarrassed, this was the first time she was so close to a man.
Of course, she had already been on his back for many days, but ….. that was because she had no choice, that was because of her injuries, that was because of her rights ….. In short, she had countless ways to comfort herself and find excuses, but right now, she couldn't find an excuse. He just leaned on her shoulder, his brows and eyes were right in front of her, incomparably clear.
The sisters-in-law in the small town always said stinky men, stinky men, but he wasn't really stinky, he didn't have any smell.
Alright, seeing that you are heavily injured, and I am also heavily injured, I can't move, I'll let you go.
Xu You Rong thought like this, and retracted her finger, then she closed her eyes, preparing to sleep with the night rain, but until a long time ago, her eyelashes were still lightly trembling.
She didn't know if it was because his snoring was too loud, or if it was because of something else.
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"What a pair of adulterers."
The rain stopped at some point, and Nanke's cold voice rang out from outside the old temple.
With the sound of footsteps, she, the zither-playing old man, the two maids, and the Demon General couple walked into the temple.
Her gaze moved from the already extinguished fire to the pile of grass by the wall. Looking at the messy grass and the marks left by their bodies being crushed, she very easily deduced that last night, Xu You Rong and Chen Changsheng should have fallen asleep in each other's arms.
The two maids knew that ever since she was a child, she strictly abided by etiquette and rules. She considered herself a virtuous and virtuous gentleman, placing more importance on virtue than anything else, so they did not find her current reaction strange. The Demon General couple could not help but be somewhat shocked, and then they found it rather funny. Liu Wan 'er laughed, "They have an engagement, so how can it be called adulterers?"
This Demon General couple was powerful, and they were not her subordinates, so she could not reprimand them like she would her maids. However, she still forced herself to say, "Men and women should not touch. Even if they are engaged, as long as they are not married, they should maintain a distance. On this journey, she had him carry her. It can be said that she had no choice, so what does that count as?"
Liu Wan 'er laughed and did not say anything else.
Since Xu You Rong and Chen Changsheng had already left, the group of demon elites naturally did not linger. They left the temple.
On both sides of the White Grass Path, the grassland was filled with the presence of monsters. Some of the monsters were so powerful that even the Demon General couple felt a little afraid.
Although the zither-playing old man said that he could use the sound of his zither to control some low level monsters, he definitely did not have the ability to control such powerful monsters. Moreover, his zither was currently on his back and did not make any sound. However, for some reason, not only did the powerful monsters not attack them, they even faintly displayed a feeling of submission.
This was because Nanke held a piece of black wood in her hand.
It was unknown what this piece of black wood was, but it constantly emitted some sort of signal to the surrounding grassland.
The zither-playing old man's gaze fell on the piece of black wood. He thought back to the shock he felt when he saw Nanke take out the black wood for the first time a few days ago — this piece of black wood, which did not seem to have any mystical properties, was actually able to make the monsters of the Plains of the Unsetting Sun obey its orders. Even the most powerful, and at the same time the most arrogant and ruthless monsters, after their initial uneasiness, very quickly expressed their submission.
It was very obvious that this piece of black wood was the most powerful method that Military Advisor Black Robe had left for Nanke. Nanke did not think that this piece of black wood would have such unimaginable power. Lord Black Robe became more and more mysterious and mighty in the hearts of these demon experts. Just who was he? How could he have such a deep understanding of the Garden of Zhou, and even possess a magical artifact that clearly belonged to the Garden of Zhou?
This was something they could not understand, nor could they ask about. What the zither-playing old man did not understand was why Nanke did not use this piece of black wood to order the innumerable monsters of the grassland to directly tear Xu You Rong and Chen Chang Sheng to pieces. Instead, she ordered the monsters not to attack without permission. Just what was she trying to do?
"Teacher handed this piece of black wood to me. He must have calculated that I might walk into this grassland, but Teacher did not tell me the origins of this piece of black wood. This means that Teacher left the final choice to me. I can use the black wood to kill them, but I can also pursue an even greater dream."
Nanke looked into the distance of the White Grass Path. She did not see the figures of those two, but it was as if she had seen them. With an indifferent expression, she said, "Although I don't understand how they did it, it's very clear that they know where Zhou Dufu's grave is, and they know the location of the Sword Pool. So of course, they can't die."
The zither-playing old man said in a low voice, "But now that we've already found the White Grass Path, why do we still need to keep them alive?"
Nanke said, "If not for them, we would never have been able to find this White Grass Path in this vast grassland. Similarly, I cannot be sure what kind of test we still need to pass to enter Zhou Dufu's mausoleum. I will never use something that I have no confidence in to gamble something that the other party already possesses."
The zither-playing old man understood. He said no more and respectfully retreated to the side. Teng Xiaoming walked to the side of the path and squatted down. He carefully observed the traces left behind by Xu You Rong and Chen Chang Sheng. He felt a great deal of respect towards Xu You Rong and Chen Chang Sheng. He thought to himself that they truly deserved to be called the most outstanding male and female of the younger generation of the human world, to be able to persist until now.
Nanke raised her head to confirm the position of the sun in the sky after the rain. She continued forward, her leather boots crushing the frost-like white grass, leaving behind a clear footprint. The zither-playing old man, the two demon beauties, as well as Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan 'er, followed behind. Even further behind, in the even vaster grassland, countless monsters, like a tide, overflowed the pools of water and wasteland, silently following.
It was a spectacular and terrifying scene.
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(I've seen the reader say that he's in a bad mood and wants me to be willful and write a few more chapters. But dear, I want to be willful, but I'm still lacking fifty thousand words for this month's mission … I'm really not writing fast … the next chapter will be released around seven o 'clock. Also, I often mix up Liu Wan' er and Liu Wan 'er. Everyone, keep your eyes half-closed and pretend you didn't see it.)
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