The black piece of wood in Nanke's hand suddenly lit up.
She lowered her head to look at the black wood that seemed like it was about to turn into jade. She stared at it for a long time, her expression abnormally focused. Her usually indifferent and even somewhat lifeless eyes gradually became lively and bright.
Through this piece of black wood, she could clearly sense that she had established some sort of connection with the tall mausoleum in the distance.
Something in the mausoleum was constantly calling out to the Soul Wood. At the same time, it was also sending out an invitation to her.
Before entering the Plains of the Unsetting Sun, she had no idea what use this piece of black wood her teacher had given her, but now, everything was clear.
This was the core of the Mausoleum of Zhou, or perhaps a part of the core. The other part was currently within the Mausoleum of Zhou.
She could not use this piece of black wood to control the Mausoleum of Zhou, but she could control the tide of monsters in the plains behind her.
The connection from the distant mausoleum allowed her to confirm that it was the Mausoleum of Zhou, the place she was searching for. At the same time, if her expectations were correct, Xu Yourong and Chen Changsheng were in that mausoleum.
At this moment, she even felt some gratitude towards Chen Chang Sheng and Xu You Rong.
If not for Chen Changsheng and Xu You Rong leading the way, it would have been impossible for her to find the Mausoleum of Zhou and approach it, thereby establishing a connection between the black wood and the Soul Pivot.
It had to be known that even her teacher was unable to pass through this vast plain and find the location of the Mausoleum of Zhou.
Nanke's eyes grew brighter and brighter. They were no longer as dull as they usually were, as if a flame was burning in them.
The mausoleum contained Zhou Dufu's legacy.
Only she herself knew just how important Zhou Dufu's legacy was to her school.
From her perspective, the legacy within the mausoleum, and even the mausoleum itself, the Plains of the Unsetting Sun, and even the entire Garden of Zhou, all belonged to her school.
This was a world left behind by her sect. Today, she was finally going to take it back.
Unlike Nanke, the Demon General couple, Teng Xiaoming and Liu Wan 'er, were more moved by the fact that Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong were able to find this mausoleum.
It must be known that it had already been several hundred years since the Garden of Zhou had appeared. Countless talented and determined human and demon cultivators had come here in an attempt to find the Mausoleum of Zhou, but not a single person had succeeded.
The Military Advisor's understanding of the Garden of Zhou clearly far surpassed that of the Saints of the human world, but even he could not do it.
But Chen Chang Sheng and Xu You Rong did it.
As expected of the future of the human world.
The Military Advisor had a deep and far-sighted plan. He had expended so many resources and effort to kill these young humans in the Garden of Zhou. It really was very reasonable.
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Somewhere in the Plains of the Unsetting Sun, the reeds and weeds had been cut by something sharp, forming a massive floating island. It should be very comfortable to lie on.
Qi Jian leaned against a pile of grass, looking in a certain direction in the sky. His small, pale face was filled with fear. His eyes, which had dimmed due to his severe injuries, became even dimmer.
It was almost dusk. Logically speaking, the sky should have turned red and warm, but now, it was dark and gloomy.
The reason it was dark and gloomy wasn't because there were clouds over there, about to rain, but rather because there was an enormous shadow that covered the entire sky.
That enormous shadow slowly swept up and down along with the astral winds in the sky, like a pair of wings.
But … how could there be such a huge bird in this world that could cover the entire sky with just a flap of its wings? How could the heavens and earth tolerate such a creature?
Could it be that this was the legendary … no, the mythical Great Peng?
It was said that in the lands of the extreme west, outside the Great Western Continent, on the Boundless Sea, there lived a strange beast called the Great Peng. When it spread its wings, it could cover a distance of ten thousand li.
It was said that this Great Peng was extremely powerful, already half a step into the Divine Domain. Even the great experts of the Saint realm of the human world would find it very difficult to defeat it.
Just how did such a terrifying Great Peng live in these plains? Where did it normally hide? Why did it not break out of the Garden of Zhou and leave? If it could not, then what sort of power in these plains was restricting it?
The more Qi Jian thought, the more shocked she became, and the paler her face became.
After fleeing for several dozen days, the wound on her abdomen had already healed, but the injuries inside her body had not only not improved, but had instead gradually worsened. At this moment, her mind was agitated and she began to cough uncomfortably.
Zhexiu brought over a bowl of medicinal soup from somewhere and placed it in front of her, saying, "Drink."
It was still concise, clear, and straightforward.
It could be seen that after traveling with him for several dozen days, Qi Jian had become extremely familiar with and dependent on him. Coupled with the fact that she was heavily injured and weak, she very naturally revealed the demeanor of a young girl. Like a spoiled child, she angrily said, "It's so bitter, but it's useless."
Zhexiu had said that if Chen Changsheng was here, he would definitely be able to cure their poison and injuries, but in reality, he had lived and fought alone in the snowy plains. Whether he was injured or sick, he had to find his own medicine to treat him, so he was very experienced in this aspect. If they were in the world outside the Garden of Zhou, then no matter how severe Qi Jian's wound was, he would still be confident that he could cure her. The problem was that this was the Plains of the Unsetting Sun. There were very few kinds of plants growing between the pools of water and the dry ground. Most of them were reeds and weeds, so it was very difficult to find suitable medicinal herbs. The medicinal soup that he had brewed for her these past few days was made from kudzu leaves and roots that were very difficult to find. It truly did not taste very good, and its medicinal effects were also very ordinary, but … drinking it was better than not drinking it at all.
So even as he listened to Qi Jian's complaints and whining, his reply was still simple and direct. "If you don't drink it, then I'll spank you."
Qi Jian's pale face slightly blushed, and her left hand subconsciously reached behind her to cover it.
It was very obvious that this sort of conversation, this sort of whining and complaints, this sort of concise and comprehensive reply, had already happened many times in the past few days.
It was even possible that he really did spank her, just like he would spank a child.
Zhexiu's method was very effective, and Qi Jian did not seem to dislike it. She just liked being coldly lectured by him.
Like a little beast, she moved closer to his hand and slowly began to drink the medicinal soup. For some reason, she felt that the soup was rather sweet.
After drinking the soup, her injuries were stimulated by the medicinal effects. She began to cough once more, and her pale face began to glow with an ominous red. She seemed to be in extreme discomfort.
Zhexiu moved behind her and stretched out his right hand to grab the side of her neck. Following the method that Chen Changsheng had taught him in the Mausoleum of Books, he slowly poured his true essence into her body.
He had already done this sort of thing many times, so he was very familiar with it.
The island formed from reeds and weeds was quiet.
Qi Jian's eyes were closed, her body trembling, and her face pale.
Occasionally, Zhexiu would open his eyes and look into the distance.
He could not see anything, but he was used to being vigilant.
Furthermore, he could only open his eyes when Qi Jian closed his eyes.
This was because deep within his eyes, the dark green flames that represented poison were already growing deeper and deeper, almost taking up his entire eye. It was so beautiful that it made one's heart palpitate.
If he still could not walk out of these plains and leave the Garden of Zhou, then his eyes might never recover.
He had not said anything to Qi Jian about this matter.
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After some time, Zhexiu's palm left Qi Jian's back.
Qi Jian gave two light coughs. She felt the flow of true essence in her body become slightly smoother, no longer as uncomfortable as before.
"What do we do next?" She softly asked Zhexiu. Her expression was rather timid, as if she was worried that this question would affect his mood.
Zhexiu silently gazed at that terrifying shadow on the distant horizon. In the last few days, they had not encountered any more monsters. The plains were strangely quiet. He knew that it was definitely related to that massive shadow in the sky, but he did not know what had happened over there.
"Some other human cultivator must have entered." Qi Jian said, "That shadow might be a demon plot. Should we go and help?"
"No." Zhexiu replied, "Whether it's a demon plot or not, it has nothing to do with us."
Qi Jian opened her eyes wide and said in confusion, "But … perhaps some human cultivators are currently being attacked."
Zhexiu replied, "First of all, that place is too far. We can't get there in time. Secondly, we can't defeat that roc. Thirdly, I'm not a human cultivator, so I have no obligation to help those people. Lastly, if I'm not wrong, this might be our only chance to leave this grassland. "
Qi Jian looked at the side of his face, wanting to say something, but in the end, she said nothing.
She had grown up in the Mount Li Sword Sect, and the education she had received made it impossible for her to ignore humans being attacked by demons. However, Zhexiu's reasons were too sufficient, and most importantly, she was keenly aware that on this journey of fleeing through the plains, she was his burden, so she had no right to ask him to take any more risks.
"Most importantly, your injuries are very severe. If you don't think of something, you'll very quickly die," Zhexiu expressionlessly said to her.
Seeing his face, Qi Jian suddenly felt rather sad. She thought to herself, I'm about to die, so how can you still be so calm?
Zhexiu had no idea what she was thinking. He continued, "I smelled something on the water just now. Two li up ahead, there should be a few Drunken Sour Branches."
Surprised, Qi Jian asked, "What is that?"
Zhexiu replied, "A kind of weed. If monsters or warhorses accidentally eat it, they'll fall unconscious."
Qi Jian suddenly had a very bad thought. "You … who are you planning on giving it to?"
"Of course, it's for you."
Zhexiu felt that this question of hers was extremely stupid. Slightly creasing his brow, he said, "Right now, your mind is too exhausted, and for some reason, you've been especially talkative these past few days. It's very clear that it's because your injuries are gradually worsening. After eating the Drunken Sour Branches, you should have a good sleep. Although it's not good for your injuries, it can at least help you last a little longer."
Qi Jian was quiet for a while, then she cautiously asked, "That grass … have you eaten it before?"
Zhexiu expressionlessly replied, "After eating that grass, you'll fall into a deep sleep. Even a groundhog can eat you, so of course I haven't eaten it before."
Somewhat annoyed, Qi Jian said, "Then let me eat it."
Zhexiu replied, "I won't sleep, so you'll naturally be safe."
This was a simple and objective explanation, but in the ears of the fourteen-year-old girl, it was like some sort of promise. This made her feel very warm.
"After eating that grass, how long will you sleep for?" she asked.
After a moment of silence, Zhexiu replied, "I've never seen anyone eat it, so … I don't know."
Qi Jian was quiet for a while, then faintly said, "Then you'll let me eat it?"
It was the same five words, and the meaning was the same, but there was a subtle difference in the mood.
"There's no poison, so nothing will happen."
"I don't want to eat it."
"If my conjecture is correct, eating that grass will at least allow you to last another ten days."
"But you might sleep for a hundred days, a thousand days."
"Do you humans all like to speak so pompously?"
"In any case, I don't want to eat it." Qi Jian persisted.
Zhexiu did not know why she was so stubborn. After a moment of silence, he once again used his time-tested and powerful move, "If you don't eat it, then I'll spank you."
In the past few weeks, there had been many times, such as when he ate very bitter herbs, or when she would only sleep if she hugged him, or when she insisted on washing his face every morning, or when she refused to let him wash her feet every night, or when the difference in opinion between the two was so great that it was impossible to make up for it. In the end, he would always use this move.
On their journey together, he had long since discovered that this last disciple of the Mount Li Sword Sect Master, the youngest lady of the Divine State's Seven Laws, was not the delicate, spoiled girl he had imagined. She had a stubborn personality, unswerving determination, and could even be described as somewhat stubborn. Let alone hitting her, even threatening to throw her down could not make her change her mind.
She was only afraid of being spanked by him.
Zhexiu did not know why. That place was clearly the most fleshy, so a spanking was the least painful.
Perhaps it was because she was a woman.
He had read books about the human world, so he knew about this sort of thing. It was just that he could not understand it.
Thinking about Qi Jian's behavior on this journey, he felt that humans were truly troublesome, especially women.
Why did she have to wash her face every night after waking up? After all, how could there be so much water on the snowy plains? Wouldn't it be better to just use some random snow to wipe her face? What else could she do? Wasn't it good for the skin on her face? She was already so heavily injured that she was on the verge of death, so why did she still care about such things? Why did she refuse to let him wash her feet every night? Could it be that she did not know that on a long and arduous journey, the most important thing was to ensure that her feet were clean and dry, so that she could walk a little further? Fine, on this journey, he had carried her on his back. She did not need to walk, so there really was no reason for her to care too much about washing her feet.
Fortunately, there were always things that they were afraid of.
Like spanking.
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Hearing Zhexiu's words, Qi Jian's small face blushed, but she was unexpectedly unwilling to listen. In a fit of pique, she said, "If you don't want to eat, then you don't want to eat."
Hearing her clear and unhappy voice, Zhexiu was a little startled. What's wrong with her? She's not even afraid of being spanked today?
He thought back to a few days ago, when he had spanked her for the first and only time, and felt a little perplexed. His right hand subconsciously rubbed against his leg.
Qi Jian saw his actions and angrily punched him on the shoulder.
However, she was currently incredibly weak, so this punch naturally did not have much strength behind it, nor did it seem like she was acting coquettishly.
"Don't be afraid."
Zhexiu believed that he had guessed at the reason for her unwillingness to listen, so he did his best to make his voice a little gentler. "As long as I live, I will definitely carry you out."
Qi Jian grabbed the hem of his clothes and opened her eyes wide. Pitifully looking at him, she said, "But who's going to show you the way?"
Zhexiu could not see her appearance, so he said, "Wherever that shadow goes, we'll go in the opposite direction."
After saying this, he stood up and put her on his back. He walked down the island of weeds and reeds and into the shallow waters, heading for those Drunken Sour Grass.
Qi Jian hugged him, her small face leaning against his shoulder. She said nothing, her thoughts inscrutable.
She was currently very weak and would often get tired. In the past few days, when she was carried on his back, she would very quickly fall asleep.
He was not tall or large, nor were his shoulders broad, but he gave her a very steady feeling, like a boat that would never capsize in the vast ocean.
But today, she did not want to sleep. Resisting her exhaustion and weakness, she calmly gazed at the sky.
Zhexiu sensed this and stopped. After a moment of silence, he asked, "You really don't want to sleep?"
Qi Jian tacitly agreed with his view.
She had always felt that if she ate those weeds and fell asleep, it would be a very, very long time before she woke up.
Who would show him the way?
When I wake up, will I not be able to see you?
If I can't walk out of these plains, will I die in my sleep?
I don't want to.
Even if I die, it's best if I'm awake. Only then can I confirm that I'm still with you.
Because of her silence, Zhexiu also became quiet.
He did not know what she was thinking, but he knew that she was definitely thinking about many meaningless things.
Humans truly were very troublesome, especially women.
No matter what age.
Twilight was like blood, but the distant sky was as gloomy as a gloomy day.
He raised his head to look into the distance, sensing, and then confirming the direction.
After making these preparations, he raised his right hand, used his palm as a blade, and pressed it against Qi Jian's neck.
With a light slap, Qi Jian fainted.
The entire world became quiet.
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There was a plain in the Garden of Zhou. The sun had not set over the plain, but it was covered by a terrifying shadow. Outside the Garden of Zhou was a snowy plain. The sun had not risen over the snowy plain, and there was also a shadow in the night sky. Compared to the terrifying shadow over the plain, this shadow was even larger. It did not seem berserk, but it was even colder and more frightening. It faintly exuded an invincible Qi.
This shadow was the will of the Demon Lord. Under this shadow, the Demon Generals' already extremely powerful battle prowess was once more boosted. Those ordinary demon soldiers that had formed an array that stretched for several dozen li also gained an enormous amount of courage. No matter how dazzling that sword glow in the snowstorm was, it was unable to make them feel the slightest fear.
There were only two people that were completely unaffected by this shadow. One was Su Li, and the other was the Demon Military Advisor completely shrouded in a black robe.
Black Robe sat cross-legged on a snowy hill. In front of his knees was a metal plate. On the plate were mountains, rivers, cold ponds, and wetlands. There was a setting sun, but there were no stars. It was the Garden of Zhou.
Above the metal plate hung four life lamps. These four life lamps had already become weak, and two of them in particular were burning like threads of fire, as if they could be extinguished at any moment.
In the snowstorm ten-odd li away, an extremely magnificent sword glow was currently traversing through the world, but it was unable to leave.
Several mountainous figures of Demon Generals towered in the snowstorm, leading tens of thousands of demon soldiers in pursuit of that sword glow and the human at the head of that sword glow.
Su Li was not very old, but he was the Martial Granduncle of the Mount Li Sword Sect. His seniority was extremely high, and even higher was his sword style and strength.
He was not a saint. He was a prodigal son that traveled the four seas, and only occasionally would he appear in the world.
He was not ranked among the Storms of the Eight Directions, because no one knew what his intentions were.
But everyone knew that his strength could be ranked at the very front of the human world. He was on the same level as the Saints, and he walked with the storms.
It was even to the extent that because of his personality, purely in terms of individual battle prowess, killing power, and the threat he posed to the demons, he was the next person after Zhou Dufu.
In order to kill Su Li, the demons had prepared for a very long time, and had also mentally prepared themselves to sacrifice many experts. In reality, one Demon General had already died in battle, and three Demon Generals were heavily injured.
Even the Demon Lord did not hesitate to consume the power of the dark night, transforming his will into a shadow that shrouded the sky.
But Black Robe seemed very calm. From beginning to end, he sat cross-legged on the snowy hill. Only when Su Li revealed his killing intent would he react.
The reason he was so calm was because he believed in himself.
He had personally planned this plan to kill using the Garden of Zhou. There were no loopholes, and his calculations were extremely accurate.
No matter how strong Su Li was, he was still a man, not a god. He was still not Zhou Dufu.
Unless he was in a desperate situation, and because of the great terror and pressure between life and death, he made a breakthrough, there was absolutely no way he could leave alive.
But Black Robe did not even give him this chance.
What Black Robe had prepared for Su Li was a pot of warm water, a slowly moving stone mill.
Of course, logically speaking, he had to constantly pay attention to this killing trap in the snowstorm, because after all, the person he wanted to kill was Su Li.
However, just a moment ago, the square plate in front of him suddenly underwent a change.
In that lush plain, in that place that could not be calculated or found, that had always been an illusory location, suddenly exploded with an extremely bright light.
The light illuminated his face beneath Black Robe, piercing through his pale skin, causing the green color hidden within to grow thicker and thicker, and then two smears of blood appeared.
The mixing of these three colors seemed very bewitching, very strange.
His two eyes that were as deep as the netherworld were also illuminated by the light.
The blood on his face, the brightness in his eyes, all represented his excitement.
Just what sort of matter could make even a person like Black Robe excited?
Previously, when he saw Chen Changsheng's life lamp and Xu Yourong's life lamp enter the plain together, his expression had become rather grave.
But now, he had already forgotten about this matter.
Even if Xuelao City suddenly collapsed, even if Su Li suddenly slashed his sword through the snowy sky and left, he would not be moved in the slightest.
Under the night sky, there was nothing new. No matter how unimaginable, it was only a small probability, but this light was different.
He gazed at the light on the metal plate and said nothing for a very long time.
He had long since lost all hope for this world, so he could indifferently look at everything.
But he had already waited many years for the appearance of this light.
The plan in the Garden of Zhou was naturally not Black Robe's strongest plan.
Several hundred years ago, the allied armies of humans and demi-humans had broken through five of the demon defense lines and reached five hundred li from Xuelao City. The people of Mount Qilian had died in battle, the people of Mount Helan had died in battle, and the situation had become perilous.
He had designed an extremely carefree plan.
In this plan, he toyed with the hearts of people, using the relationship between Emperor Taizong and Wang Zhice.
The entire continent knew what he wanted to do, and Emperor Taizong and Wang Zhice knew even better, yet they could not stop him.
Because once a problem with the hearts of people appeared, it could never be erased.
Wang Zhice dejectedly resigned from his post.
Xuelao City was fine.
Compared to the plan from back then, the plan in the Garden of Zhou, whether in terms of layout or ingenuity, could not be compared.
But to Black Robe, the plan in the Garden of Zhou was even more meaningful than the plan from back then.
To lose something and then take it back, this had always been the most meaningful thing.
Over the countless years, everything he had done had been for this purpose.
The light on the metal plate was not within his calculations. It was the greatest variable in the plan in the Garden of Zhou, and it was also the variable that he welcomed the most.
Because it meant that the most precious object in the Garden of Zhou was about to see the light of day once more.
To kill Su Li was to kill more than half of humanity's future.
To retrieve the lost past.
What could be more perfect than this sort of conclusion?
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In the depths of the mausoleum, on top of the Black Lotus Sarcophagus.
The light from the Soul Pivot had already faded, the jewels had already been collected, and the Black Lotus Sarcophagus was pitch-black, like the night.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong walked into the darkness and arrived in front of those marks.
Those marks were words, and also pictures.
Words were accompanied by pictures. Other than the comic books that children loved to read, there was another possibility.
These words and pictures were a secret technique.
Yes.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong glanced at each other. Because of their shock, they didn't know what to say.
The secret technique engraved in the Black Lotus Sarcophagus was a blade technique.
This blade technique was the same as the name of the blade.
Two halves.
Two halves from a single blade.
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(This chapter has six thousand five hundred characters. Today, I've written nearly twelve thousand? In short, no matter how I look at it, this month's mission has been perfectly completed. I'm smugly blowing a kiss to everyone. There's another important reason for my smugness, and that's Chen Xuhui's plot. I'm really happy that I wrote it, and everyone's feedback is also very good. This is happiness. Because the single chapter cannot be seen by the client, I can only leave my words at the end of the chapter for everyone to see. It's not that I'm not serious and solemn, I ask everyone to understand. On the last day of 2014, what do I have to say? Let us be as simple and crude as Zhexiu, just like the name of this chapter!
First, I wish everyone a happy new year. Recently, I've reread Choose Heaven and confirmed that besides the first three chapters being a little rough and the chapter in the middle of the Tradition Academy's freshmen being too watered down, everything else is really good and meets my requirements. Some chapters are so clean that even I'm surprised. This is the benefit of revising. Today, I wrote this chapter in a hurry. Because I was in a hurry to go home for dinner, I didn't revise it. I ask for everyone's understanding. Second, Tencent Literature has a Golden Keyboard Award selection at the end of the year. Every day, there will be free tickets. If you feel that Choose Heaven is not bad, please vote for your work. Thank you. I'm very serious, please vote for it for free. Third, I have a lot of plans for next year. I'll find a day to report to everyone in detail. Fourth, I should have said it first. I forgot, in the first few days of January, there will definitely be very few updates and there might be a break. Because some scumbag authors came to the northeast, I have to drive five hundred li to meet them … … Happy new year, we're the best!
Still 6999!). It's a woman.
No matter what age.
At this time, the twilight was like blood, but the distant sky was as dark as a cloudy day.
He raised his head and looked into the distance, sensing and then confirming the direction.
After making these preparations, he raised his right hand, turned his palm into a blade, and pressed it against Qi Jian's neck.
With a light slap, Qi Jian fainted.
The entire world became quiet.
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In the Garden of Zhou, there was a plain. The sun had not set over the plain, but it was covered by a terrifying shadow. Outside the Garden of Zhou was a snowy plain. The sun had not risen in the snowy plain, and there was also a shadow in the night sky. Compared to the terrifying shadow on the plain, this shadow was much larger. It was not berserk, but it was even colder and more frightening. It faintly exuded an invincible Qi.
This shadow was the will of the Demon Lord. Under this shadow, the Demon Generals' already extremely powerful battle prowess was raised once more. Those ordinary demon soldiers that had formed an array that stretched for several dozen li also gained an enormous courage. No matter how dazzling that sword glow in the snowy wind was, it was unable to make them feel the slightest fear.
There were only two people that were completely unaffected by this shadow. One was Su Li, and the other was the Demon Military Advisor completely shrouded in a black robe.
Black Robe sat cross-legged on a snowy hill. In front of his knees was a metal plate. On the plate were mountains, rivers, cold ponds, and wetlands. There was a setting sun, but there were no stars. It was the Garden of Zhou.
Above the metal plate hung four life lamps. These four life lamps had already become weak, especially two of the life lamps whose flames were like threads, as if they could be extinguished at any moment.
In the snowy wind ten-odd li away, an extremely magnificent sword glow was currently traversing through the world, but it was unable to leave.
Several mountainous figures of Demon Generals stood in the snowy wind, leading tens of thousands of demon soldiers in pursuit of that sword glow and the human at the head of that sword glow.
Su Li was not very old, but he was the Martial Granduncle of the Mount Li Sword Sect. His seniority was extremely high, and even higher were his swordsmanship and strength.
He was not a saint, but a prodigal son. He traveled the four seas, and only occasionally would he appear in the world.
He was not ranked among the Storms of the Eight Directions, because no one knew what his intentions were.
But everyone knew that his strength could be ranked at the very front of the human world. He was on the same level as the Saints, and he walked with the storms.
It was even to the extent that because of his personality, in terms of individual battle prowess, killing power, and the degree of threat he posed to the demons, he was next to Zhou Dufu.
In order to kill Su Li, the demons had prepared for a very long time, and had also mentally prepared themselves to sacrifice many experts. In reality, one Demon General had already died in battle, and three Demon Generals were heavily injured.
Even the Demon Lord did not hesitate to consume the power of the dark night, transforming his will into a shadow that shrouded the sky.
But Black Robe seemed very calm. From beginning to end, he sat cross-legged on the snowy hill. Only when Su Li revealed his killing intent would he react.
The reason he was so calm was because he believed in himself.
He had personally planned this plan to kill using the Garden of Zhou. There were no loopholes, and his calculations were extremely accurate.
No matter how strong Su Li was, he was still a man, not a god. He was still not Zhou Dufu.
Unless he was in a desperate situation, because of the great terror and pressure between life and death, he could make a breakthrough, there was absolutely no way for him to leave alive.
But Black Robe did not even give him this chance.
What Black Robe had prepared for Su Li was a pot of warm water, a slowly moving stone mill.
Of course, logically speaking, he had to constantly pay attention to this killing trap in the snowstorm, because after all, the person he wanted to kill was Su Li.
However, just a moment ago, the square plate in front of him suddenly underwent a change.
In that lush plain, in that place that could not be calculated or found, that had always been an illusory location, suddenly exploded with an extremely bright light.
The light illuminated his face beneath Black Robe, piercing through his pale skin, causing the green color hidden within to grow thicker and thicker, and then two smears of blood appeared.
The mixing of these three colors seemed very bewitching, very strange.
His two eyes that were as deep as the netherworld were also illuminated by the light.
The blood on his face, the brightness in his eyes, all represented his excitement.
Just what sort of matter could make even a person like Black Robe excited?
Previously, when he saw Chen Changsheng's life lamp and Xu Yourong's life lamp enter the plain together, his expression had become rather solemn.
But now, he had already forgotten about this matter.
Even if Xuelao City suddenly collapsed, even if Su Li suddenly slashed his sword through the snowy sky and left, he would not be moved in the slightest.
Under the night sky, there was nothing new. No matter how unimaginable, it was only a small probability, but this light was different.
He gazed at the light on the metal plate and said nothing for a very long time.
He had long since lost all hope for this world, so he could indifferently look at everything.
But he had already waited many years for the appearance of this light.
The plan in the Garden of Zhou was naturally not Black Robe's strongest plan.
Several hundred years ago, the allied armies of humans and demi-humans had broken through five of the demon defense lines and reached five hundred li from Xuelao City. The people of Mount Qilian had died in battle, the people of Mount Helan had died in battle, and the situation had become perilous.
He had designed an extremely carefree plan.
In this plan, he toyed with the hearts of people, using the relationship between Emperor Taizong and Wang Zhice.
The entire continent knew what he wanted to do, and Emperor Taizong and Wang Zhice knew even better, yet they could not stop him.
Because once a problem with the hearts of people appeared, it could never be erased.
Wang Zhice dejectedly resigned from his post.
Xuelao City was fine.
Compared to the plan from back then, the plan in the Garden of Zhou, whether in terms of layout or ingenuity, could not be compared.
But to Black Robe, the plan in the Garden of Zhou was even more meaningful than the plan from back then.
To lose something and then take it back, this had always been the most meaningful thing.
Over the countless years, everything he had done had been for this purpose.
The light on the metal plate was not within his calculations. It was the greatest variable in the plan in the Garden of Zhou, and it was also the variable that he welcomed the most.
Because it meant that the most precious object in the Garden of Zhou was about to see the light of day once more.
To kill Su Li was to kill more than half of humanity's future.
To retrieve the lost past.
What could be more perfect than this sort of conclusion?
… …
… …
In the depths of the mausoleum, on top of the Black Lotus Sarcophagus.
The light from the Soul Pivot had already faded, the jewels had already been collected, and the Black Lotus Sarcophagus was pitch-black, like the night.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong walked into the darkness and arrived in front of those marks.
Those marks were words, and also pictures.
Words were accompanied by pictures. Other than the comic books that children loved to read, there was another possibility.
These words and pictures were a secret technique.
Yes.
Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong glanced at each other. Because of their shock, they didn't know what to say.
The secret technique engraved in the Black Lotus Sarcophagus was a blade technique.
This blade technique was the same as the name of the blade.
Two halves.
Two halves from a single blade.
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(This chapter has six thousand five hundred characters. Today, I've written nearly twelve thousand? In short, no matter how I look at it, this month's mission has been perfectly completed. I'm smugly blowing a kiss to everyone. There's another important reason for my smugness, and that's Chen Xuhui's plot. I'm really happy that I wrote it, and everyone's feedback is also very good. This is happiness. Because the single chapter can't be seen by the client, I can only leave my words at the end of the chapter for everyone to see. It's not that I'm not serious and solemn, I ask everyone to understand. On the last day of 2014, what should I say? Let us be as simple and crude as Zhexiu, just like the name of this chapter!
First, I wish everyone a happy new year. Recently, I've reread Choosing Heaven. I've confirmed that apart from the first three chapters being a little shaky, and the chapter in the middle of the Orthodox Academy's freshmen being too watered down, everything else is really good and meets my requirements. Some chapters are so clean that even I'm surprised. This is the benefit of editing. Today, I wrote this chapter in a hurry. Because I was in a hurry to go home for dinner, I didn't edit it. I ask for everyone's understanding. Second, Tencent Literature has a Golden Keyboard Award selection at the end of the year. Every day, there will be free tickets. If you feel that Choosing Heaven is not bad, please vote for your work. Thank you. I'm very serious, please vote for it for free. Third, I have a lot of plans for next year. I'll find a day to report to everyone in detail. Fourth, I should have said it first. I forgot, the first few days of January will definitely have very few updates, and there might be a break in updates. Because some scumbag authors have come to the northeast, I have to drive five hundred li to meet them … … Happy new year, we're the best!
Still 6999!)
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