In the Zhou Dynasty, if Mo Yu asked someone for something, let alone a sword, even if it was her entire family fortune, there would still be countless people who would willingly give it to her with both hands. They would even feel that it was a great honor.
Although Chen Chang Sheng's current status was not normal, if he could use his previous slip of the tongue to turn this secret connection between the two into a friendship, no matter how he looked at it, it would be a good thing.
This was pushing the boat with the current, it was very easy, very natural, and no one would refuse.
Chen Chang Sheng didn't refuse, but he also didn't immediately agree. He thought very seriously, then looked into Mo Yu's eyes and asked, "Why?"
Mo Yu was stunned. She didn't think that she would get such an answer when it was so rare for her to ask someone for something.
Of course, she wouldn't answer Chen Chang Sheng's question. She sneered, turned around, and disappeared into the forest outside the window.
Chen Chang Sheng looked at the faintly discernible figure in the dark forest. He didn't understand why her mood suddenly became bad.
He had previously thought about it and confirmed that the Yue Maiden Sword was indeed not on the list, but … that was his own thing. Even if she wanted it from him, couldn't he at least ask for a reason? To put it more bluntly, it was his thing that he didn't want to give to her, was it not okay? The people in Xi Ning Village were so simple, Senior Yu Ren was so simple, why were the people in the capital so confusing?
He didn't think about these things that were countless times more complicated than the Scriptures of the Way. He closed his eyes and continued meditating.
Perhaps it was because Mo Yu left in a hurry and didn't have time to leave too much of her body fragrance in the room, but this time he meditated very quickly. He quickly sensed his own Destined Star and began to absorb starlight for Purification. At the same time, he produced an extremely thin strand of divine sense from his sea of consciousness and entered the sheath of the sword. With some difficulty, but with familiarity, he passed through the sea of sharp sword essences. Once again, he arrived at the other shore and saw the shadow of the black stone tablet. After trying hard for the past few days, his divine sense would no longer be destroyed when it touched the black stone tablet. He could even go deeper into it. Especially tonight, his divine sense was completely immersed in the shadow of the black stone tablet. He could even vaguely see a cliff!
The cliff was very dilapidated, but he could barely make out that the top of the cliff should have been smooth and hard greyish-white rock. However, there were now countless cracks on it, and the green trees were all destroyed. Only a few pine trees with their roots deep into the cracks of the cliff were hanging on crookedly. In the distance of the cliff, he could see many mirror-like lakes, which made him feel even more familiar.
Was it Sunset Valley? Those small lakes were the wetlands at the edge of the Plains of the Unsetting Sun. Was that where he had escaped from the bottom of the lake on the other side of the mountain? Then was this really the current Garden of Zhou? Was she … still inside? At this moment, his spiritual sense had already penetrated far too deeply into the black monolith. It was crushed by the extremely powerful energy. Let alone searching the Garden of Zhou, even if he wanted to persist for a moment, he would not be able to do so. He only gazed from afar and thought for a moment, then turned into a wisp of smoke and disappeared without a trace.
Chen Changsheng opened his eyes and woke up.
It was already late at night. The sky outside the window was filled with stars. Under the starry sky, the forest of the Orthodox Academy seemed very much like verdant branches of grass.
Just like those weeds in the Plains of the Unsetting Sun that were even taller than a man.
Chen Changsheng very naturally thought of those days when he traveled with her in the plains. He thought of the life and death they had together in the snowy temple. He thought of the mixing of blood and water in the Mausoleum of Zhou. He thought of that conversation at the end of the Divine Path. If Nanke had not used the Soul Pivot to control the newborn Golden-winged Great Peng and commanded the monster tide to surround the Mausoleum of Zhou, perhaps the two of them would have already begun …
Confiding in each other? Was that the word? He was not very sure. It was an unfamiliar emotion that he had never encountered before. It was a sweet and intimate emotion, yet it made one somewhat afraid, uneasy, yet it made one yearn for it. Most importantly, the sorrow and joy this emotion brought was actually so intense that at times, it was even more important than everything else.
He had studied the Daoist Canon since he was a child. When he was ten, he knew that he did not have long to live, so he strictly controlled his emotions, neither sad nor happy. However, whether it was when he carried her in the plains, when their shoulders touched in front of the stone gate at the end of the Divine Path, or when he thought of her now, he could not, nor did he want to, control these emotions. Because he liked the beauty of those times, he confirmed that he longed for them now …
Then, just where are you?
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Xu Yourong walked between the cliffs.
Her face was like a painting, slightly childish, beautiful and moving, dignified and divine.
Yes, this was a rhyme, because she had always been beautiful to the extreme. Other than a faintly discernible rhyme, it was very difficult to describe her with anything that actually existed. The night wind rustled her sleeves, her white clothes fluttering in the wind. She slowly walked, her footsteps exuding an imposing aura. However, if one looked carefully, one might discover that her watery eyes concealed a faint sorrow.
A girl that was not even sixteen years of age should be enjoying her youth, so why was she sad?
Because Holy Maiden Peak had once again sent news that no one knew who the disciple of the Snow Mountain Sect was. In the distant northwest, the Snow Mountain Sect was not even willing to admit that it had a disciple called Xu Sheng. Perhaps you infiltrated the Garden of Zhou, perhaps you were a disciple of the Secret Sect, or perhaps you had some secret, but none of that was important. Only, are you really called Xu Sheng? Are you really going to die like this?
After leaving the Garden of Zhou, because her injuries were too severe, she had always secluded herself behind Holy Maiden Peak to recuperate. She no longer admired the snow, listened to the rain, or gathered herbs every day. She only ate, read, and quietly pondered.
She quietly pondered her experiences in the Garden of Zhou, the life and death in the plains, and that man.
She had long ago resolved to dedicate her life to the Great Dao in the books. How could she have imagined that she would truly experience the first throbbing of her life? And yet, that throbbing had so quickly vanished with the wind. It was an indescribable faint sorrow, a memory carved into her bones that she had no place to talk to. She was keenly aware that perhaps that memory would forever accompany her in her endless years of cultivation. Moreover, only she knew that it would ultimately become a corner of her spiritual world that no one else could touch.
That was a world that she temporarily did not want to leave, so she naturally no longer cared about the matters of the outside world. Su Li, Liang Wangsun, Painted Armor Xiao Zhang, Wang Po, Zhu Luo, Guan Xingke … that storm in Xunyang City had alarmed the entire continent, but it was not enough to make her raise her drooping eyes. Only the names of her Holy Maiden teacher and Chen Changsheng could make her focus for a few moments.
But there was a person that she had to care about, and she really did care about.
Mount Li was in internal strife, Xiao Songgong and the other two elders had rebelled, and Qiushan Jun was heavily injured and on the verge of death. These news had long since spread throughout the south.
When her injuries gradually healed and she walked out of Holy Maiden Peak, she heard this news and knew that she had to go and take a look.
Yes, she was walking on a cliff.
At this moment, she was walking on Mount Li.
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(There was another chapter in the night.)
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