Chen Chang Sheng did not know what she was thinking at the moment, nor did he know that in such a short time, her emotions had changed so much. He took out the Flowing Fire Pill from the jade box and put it next to her lips. Then he quickly, and even somewhat rudely, shoved it in. Xu Yourong's lips opened slightly. She was about to say something to express her gratitude and … her gratitude, but before she could say anything, she was blocked by the pill.
"You can't drink water for an hour, or else it will lower the heat in the pill." Chen Chang Sheng looked at her face that was red from choking and said seriously, but he felt a little uneasy.
The Flowing Fire Pill was very big. Xu Yourong could not speak at all. She took a long time to swallow it. It was very difficult, and then she coughed. After a while, she felt a little better. She looked at him and said angrily, "Even if I can't drink water, at least tell me in advance. Don't you know how uncomfortable coughing is?"
Although she said it angrily, her voice was a little faint. It was a complaint, but also a little like a spoiled child.
Chen Chang Sheng could not feel it. He said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I was a little anxious. But don't be afraid of coughing. It's not choking. It should be a normal phenomenon of detoxification."
Xu Yourong herself did not notice the girlish expression she showed before, but for some reason, she felt a little embarrassed. She said softly, "I don't know if it's the effect of the pill, but I'm a little sleepy."
How was this a normal phenomenon of detoxification? He was just finding something to say. How could the effect of the pill take effect so quickly? He just did not know how to respond. In the end, it was still as Tang Thirty Six had said in the Plum Garden Inn in the capital. He and she were really two people that made people speechless.
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No matter if it was the effect of the pill or some other reason, Xu Yourong was really a little sleepy.
He helped her to the corridor outside the stone room that was sheltered from the wind. He took out a few pieces of cloth from the seventh stone room and covered her. The most precious silks and satin in the tomb, including the incomparably rare snow silk quilt, had all been turned into shreds by time. Interestingly, the most worthless cotton was still as good as before. He covered her with a curtain made of cotton.
Looking at the sleeping girl, he secretly prayed that the Flowing Fire Pill still had enough medicinal power. Then, he walked back to the stone room and opened the jade box again. He carefully sniffed it, but the uneasiness in his heart did not disappear. Instead, it became stronger and stronger.
After finding a few kinds of Spirit Herbs whose medicinal power had not completely dissipated, he finally had the time to look at his harvest from the previous stone rooms. He used his Divine Sense to sweep around, and the first thing he looked at were the secret manuals and cultivation methods.
He had been well-versed in the Daoist Canon since he was a child. After he went to the capital, he had also seriously read the tens of thousands of books in the library of the Tradition Academy. Now that he was looking at these secret manuals and techniques, he only needed to see the name to be able to think of the corresponding sect or school.
Different from what people imagined, these secret manuals and techniques were not rare, so it was naturally impossible for him to achieve great success overnight. Speaking of which, the experts who had the qualifications to become Zhou Dufu's opponent all came from famous sects or sects in the world. They had become ghosts under Zhou Dufu's blade, but the inheritance of the sects or sects they belonged to had not been severed.
It was just like how the secrets of the Mount Li Sword Sect had been taken away by the White Emperor clan, but Mount Li was still powerful. However … it was still just like the secrets of the Mount Li Sword Sect's sword style. These secret manuals and techniques were naturally extremely precious, at least to those sects or sects, because they were all original copies.
Afterwards, he began to examine the magical artifacts. Because of time, the majority of the magical artifacts in the stone rooms had lost their power. Under Xu Yourong's guidance, the few magical artifacts he had put away still had some power, but they were still far from what they were in the past. They could not even be compared to the divine weapons on the Tier of Legendary Weapons. Only the black Soul Pivot was an exception.
Time really was the world's most powerful magical artifact.
Chen Chang Sheng suddenly had a few ideas. Zhou Dufu was this continent's true legend, a unique existence. The Garden of Zhou was his world, and this place was his mausoleum. Logically speaking, those who had the qualifications to be buried with him should have even better things. Had those things been taken away by someone else?
The floor of the long corridor in front of the nine stone rooms was covered in a thin layer of dust, and there were many messy footprints on it. However, those footprints were all left by him. The magical artifacts, treasures, and secret manuals were all still there, proving that no one had come here before.
In the past several hundred years, there had been countless cultivators who wanted to find Zhou Dufu's mausoleum and obtain his legacy and treasures. Those cultivators were either overflowing with talent, or had made extremely ample preparations. They were all at least at the peak of Ethereal Opening, and only then did they dare to enter the mysterious Plains of the Unsetting Sun. However, before they could reach this place, they died on the way. The reason he was able to find his way out of the plains and arrive at this mausoleum was not because he was more outstanding or stronger than those seniors, but because he had an umbrella.
Thinking of this, he once again looked at the Yellow Paper Umbrella in his hands.
After walking into the mausoleum, he did not put away the umbrella.
If he did not have the Yellow Paper Umbrella and followed the faintly discernible sword intent to guide them, it would have been impossible for them to reach this place. It was even more likely that they would have already lost their way in the dangerous plains, and then become food for the monster hordes. However, how would he leave this place? Would he still have to rely on the Yellow Paper Umbrella? Or would he have to find that sword intent?
He always felt that the Yellow Paper Umbrella bringing him here was the call of fate.
Yes, he believed in fate.
This sounded very absurd, because the reason he had come to the capital from Xining Village's old temple was to change his own fate. However, in the deepest part of his spiritual world, he truly believed in the existence of fate. He believed in the existence of fate even more than anyone else.
There had to be a mountain in front of him, so that he could cross this mountain.
There had to be a great undulating river, so that he could cross this river.
There had to be a goal, so that he could advance towards it.
There had to be fate, so that he could change fate.
At the end of his notebook, Wang Zhice said, "There is no fate."
These four words could be said to be world-shaking, but to him, it was a whole new world.
His view was different from Wang Zhice's. It had to be different. He wanted to clearly see his own fate, and then change it.
If fate allowed him to meet so many people in the capital, and so many things, then finally brought him into the Garden of Zhou. Then in the Garden of Zhou, what kind of fate was waiting for him? The Yellow Paper Umbrella had sensed that sword intent and brought him here, so there had to be some deep meaning hidden within. If he wanted to leave the Garden of Zhou, did that mean that he needed to find that sword intent?
Was that sword intent in the Sword Pool? And where was the Sword Pool? After walking through the long passageway, he arrived outside the mausoleum. He stood on the high platform, his left hand supporting his waist, and his right hand holding the Yellow Paper Umbrella. He looked at the grassland in front of him.
It was already dusk, and the distant sun had already arrived at its fixed position every night — the edge of the grassland, above the horizon. Under the warm red light, the boundless grassland seemed to be burning. The pools of water hidden in the grassland were like countless little mirrors, reflecting the appearance of the sky. Behind him was Zhou Dufu's mausoleum.
If the person who saw this scene was a scholar who grieved over the changing seasons, he would probably feel even more sorrow, and lament that everything in the world could not defeat time. However, he did not.
The setting sun was still hanging on the distant edge of the grassland, but it suddenly began to rain around the mausoleum.
He raised the Yellow Paper Umbrella.
Pa, pa, pa, pa. The raindrops fell on the surface of the umbrella, and turned into countless little splashes. They constantly jumped, and then fell.
He released his spiritual sense, and extended it through the handle of the umbrella, all the way to the surface of the umbrella. Finally, it jumped like those little splashes, and left, dispersing into the grassland around the mausoleum.
He was familiar with the Daoist Canons, and was sure that the strand of sword intent could not have its own consciousness. Since it did not have its own consciousness, it could not change its own state. At the very beginning, he was able to sense it at the edge of the cold pool because the sword intent had always existed, waiting to be discovered. Then now, the sword intent should not, and could not, disappear on its own.
If an object did not disappear on its own, and could not be found, then it must have been hidden by someone.
Chen Changsheng stood in the rain, and released his spiritual sense into the grassland, searching for his target. At the same time, he began to sort out the changes that occurred when he approached the mausoleum — the moment Xu You Rong saw the mausoleum, the strand of sword intent disappeared. At the time, he thought that the sword intent had completed its mission of bringing the Yellow Paper Umbrella to this place, so it disappeared. Now that he had calmed down and deduced from before, he was naturally certain that this was not the case — that strand of sword intent should have been hidden by a certain "person".
That "person" should be the mausoleum.
He turned his head to look at the mausoleum behind him.
The mausoleum was piled up with huge rocks. The higher one went, the steeper it became. It was unbelievably tall.
He stood in the middle of the mausoleum. In his eyes, the mausoleum was so tall that it seemed to pierce through the clouds in the sky.
His gaze followed the top of the mausoleum, and landed on the gloomy clouds. He saw that the black clouds were roiling, and lightning would occasionally flash in the depths. It seemed especially terrifying. Even though he was several thousand zhang away, he could still clearly feel the powerful Qi in the clouds that was enough to destroy the world — the mausoleum was the core of the Garden of Zhou, so this Qi should be the manifestation of the laws of the Garden of Zhou.
The rain grew heavier and heavier, and the huge rocks in the mausoleum were all wet. Between every rock, there were countless thin waterfalls flowing. If someone were to look from outside the mausoleum, they would definitely feel that this scene was very spectacular, with a soul-stirring beauty. However, he, who was standing in the mausoleum, could only feel that it was soul-stirring. Naturally, he could not feel the beauty.
"If I have time, I should leave the range of the mausoleum's pressure, and see if that strand of sword intent will appear again."
He thought silently, and then faintly heard someone call him. Holding the Yellow Paper Umbrella, he walked into the mausoleum again.
Xu You Rong had already woken up. Her face was still pale, but she seemed to be better, and had recovered some of her energy.
He asked, "You were calling me?"
The rain outside the mausoleum was too heavy. Although he had an umbrella, he was still wet, and he looked rather miserable.
Xu You Rong did not make fun of him. She shook her head, and said softly, "You heard wrong."
Chen Changsheng thought that he was probably too worried about her injuries, and really had heard wrong.
Xu You Rong looked at him quietly, and the two hands under the sackcloth slightly clenched.
Previously, when she had woken up, she did not see him by her side, and the surroundings were dark. She was actually somewhat afraid, or more accurately, flustered.
Ever since her bloodline had awakened, she had never been flustered.
She knew that this had nothing to do with her dependence on him, and even more so, it had nothing to do with those things.
This was a sign of her declining willpower. She became weaker and weaker, and even her bright Dao heart began to gradually dim.
This was a sign of death.
Chen Changsheng squatted down beside her, and extended his hand to take her pulse. After a long period of silence, he smiled and said, "Yes, the medicinal power is currently dispersing. Even if the poison is not completely removed, there shouldn't be any major problems."
Lies were about nine truths and one falsehood.
Not a single word in his words was true.
Xu You Rong looked at his eyes, and said indifferently, "Do you know that your smile is very fake?"
Chen Changsheng's body slightly stiffened, and he laughed and said, "How can a smile be fake?"
Xu You Rong smiled and said, "It's not fake, it's stupid."
Chen Changsheng pretended to be a little unhappy, and said, "I just don't like your cold and proud tone."
"I will pay attention ….. at least, in front of you." Xu You Rong said something that he did not expect.
Chen Changsheng was stunned. Xu You Rong smiled and continued, "But just now, your smile looked like you were crying. It was indeed very stupid, and anyone could see that it was fake."
Chen Changsheng did not know what to say. He lowered his head, stretched out his hand, and pulled down the sackcloth to cover her feet.
"That medicine is useless, right?"
She looked at his eyes, and her expression was very calm, as if she did not know that his answer would determine her fate.
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(The next chapter is still at 7: 15 PM. It feels like a draft. I'm really not used to it. I'm a little cocky ….. Also, these few chapters have been revised many times. I dare to let everyone take a closer look.)
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