The Black Berserk Sarcophagus was very large, like a small mountain. Chen Chang Sheng and Xu You Rong stood in the sarcophagus, as if they were standing in a mountain, unaware of the passage of time.
Xu You Rong looked at the pictures in the normal order, one picture after another, her footsteps moving slowly, from left to right, Chen Chang Sheng's order was the opposite, slowly moving from right to left. Memorizing was much easier than comprehending and mastering, but it was not easy to memorize such a mysterious and indescribable saber technique.
After an unknown amount of time, Chen Chang Sheng's left arm touched her shoulder. Only then did the two of them wake up and discover that they had already met.
If it was Tang Thirty Six, he would probably say, "What a coincidence to meet you here."
But Chen Chang Sheng wouldn't say that, and Xu You Rong didn't say anything either. The two looked at each other and smiled, then continued to look at the last two pictures.
This was the 69th image that Chen Chang Sheng had seen, which meant that he had already memorized 69 moves of the Halving Blade Style. Xu You Rong, due to her injuries, was slightly weaker, so she had seen less than him and had memorized 37 moves.
After a while, the two of them finished looking at the last two paintings and woke up at the same time. They looked at each other and smiled.
However, in the next moment, the smiles on their faces vanished and were replaced by shock and bewilderment.
The patterns and words on the walls of the Obsidian Sarcophagus were … disappearing!
Obsidian was the hardest stone material in the world. Those lines and diagrams should have been personally engraved by Zhou * * * with that legendary divine blade. They were deeply embedded into the stone, and even after hundreds of years, they did not fade, nor could they have been eroded by the wind. However, at this time, the edges of those lines seemed to have softened a lot. A gentle breeze blew through the mausoleum, and the obsidian at the edge of the lines was blown into gravel, rustling to the ground!
In an instant, before Chen Chang Sheng and Xu You Rong could react, all the words and pictures on the walls of the Black Berserk Stone Coffin had been completely erased, becoming a hundred and nine slightly rough depressions.
What was going on? This miraculous scene caused the two of them to be shocked speechless. Could it be that the Halving Saber Art would automatically disappear after being memorized? How did Zhou Dufu achieve such a miraculous method?
The Halving Blade Mantra had already become the black gravel at the bottom of the coffin, no longer existing. The Black Nightmare Sarcophagus had truly become empty, so they naturally would not linger any longer.
Chen Chang Sheng carried her away from the Black Berserk Sarcophagus and returned to the stone floor of the Mausoleum Hall. Thinking back to what had happened earlier, his emotions still couldn't calm down.
"Fortunately, I've remembered it." Xu Yourong said, "After we get out, we'll copy down those saber techniques. It'll be complete."
Chen Chang Sheng, who grew up in the old temple of Xi Ning Village, was a fifteen year old youngster. It was inevitable that he would be slow in understanding the matters between men and women, but at this moment, for some reason, he was able to accurately grasp her meaning. This earth-shattering Halving Saber Art now belonged to them. Furthermore, it did not belong to them individually. Just like the saber art, it belonged to them as a whole.
If they could not trust each other enough and be honest with each other, then this set of saber techniques would be meaningless.
"Yes, let's practice together." Chen Chang Sheng said.
"If we can't leave the Garden of Zhou, then what?" Xu Yourong looked at his clear and bright eyes and felt a faint sadness. She said, "Don't tell me that this set of saber techniques will leave this world with us?"
Chen Chang Sheng said, "Don't feel pressured. If Zhou Du Fu really is still alive, then the Halving Saber Art will naturally not be lost."
Xu Yourong was silent for a while, then said, "I have a different thought now. If Zhou Du Fu did not die, then why did he leave behind these saber techniques in his own mausoleum?"
Chen Chang Sheng thought about it and guessed, "It's possible that he wanted to do something that he was not confident in. Leaving behind these saber techniques was also because he did not want the most extraordinary creation of his life to be buried into oblivion."
Xu Yourong looked into his eyes and said, "In short, you have to strive to survive as much as possible."
Chen Chang Sheng returned her gaze and thought to himself, if fate existed, then the conditions that fate had given him were extremely clear. No matter if it was the Halving Saber Art or to remember these beautiful memories, they both had to live together. Only then would there be meaning.
"May the Sacred Light be with you." She sincerely wished him well.
Chen Chang Sheng leaned forward and somewhat clumsily hugged her. He said, "Be with us."
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The ground shook once again. This time, it was not because of the opening of the Black Nightmare Sarcophagus, nor was it because of his dagger, but because the monster tide had finally arrived. Chen Chang Sheng remembered that not long ago, she had said that she did not want to die in another person's grave, so he very naturally supported her and walked out of the mausoleum. As they passed through the long passageway, he did not forget to take away all the Night Pearls embedded in the walls.
Seeing this scene, Xu Yourong felt that it was interesting, and also felt even more admiration — to be able to be so indifferent before death was not something that anyone could do. Moreover, it was very obvious that he truly did not fear death. Such a state of mind was already close to that of a sage.
Chen Chang Sheng actually did not think too much about matters between life and death. He thought more about the Black Dragon sleeping in the lake outside of his Ethereal Palace. At this moment, he did not know for sure, and at the same time, was somewhat worried. If he died in the Mausoleum of Zhou, then what would happen to the Black Dragon? Would it sleep forever with him, or would it still live even if it did not wake up? After all, it was currently only a departed soul?
Walking out of the mausoleum and arriving at the high platform at the end of the divine path, Chen Chang Sheng did not even have the time to look down at the plains. He looked at the wutong tree that swayed gently in the wind, and said to her, "No matter how powerful your magical artifact is, it can't block forever. It's better to take it."
Xu Yourong replied, "But it can buy us some time." She was different from other cultivators who valued cultivation and magical artifacts more than their lives. She had always believed that these were mere worldly possessions. If they were used to exchange for precious time or opportunities, let alone severe wear and tear, even if they were destroyed, it would not be a pity.
Chen Chang Sheng said, "Right now, what we need the least is time."
Before they had memorized the Halving Blade Technique, time was of the essence. After that, time had no meaning to them. Although Xu Yourong had been pulled back from the abyss of death by his blood, she was still heavily injured and weak. The longer they spent time, the more dangerous it would be. Most importantly, the flow of time in the Plains of the Unsetting Sun was different from the real world. The closer they got to the Mausoleum of Zhou, the slower time flowed. Even if they relied on the wutong tree to hold on for a few more days, only an instant might have passed in the real world outside the Garden of Zhou. What chance would they have?
"That's reasonable." Xu Yourong extended her hand and put the wutong tree back into the longbow, slinging it over her shoulder.
The green leaves suddenly disappeared, and the surroundings of the stone platform became empty. Chen Chang Sheng and Xu Yourong began to face a powerful enemy and an unknown end. Although there was no rain of blood, there was still a foul wind.
The dusky world was filled with countless monsters. From the plains to the mausoleum, from their eyes to the horizon, they were a dense mass of monsters.
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(Because the name of the chapter reminded me of that old song by Leslie Cheung, "Crossing it Together". However, no matter how I looked at the plot, I could not find such a place to cross it, so I could only leave it as a remembrance.)
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