Yu Ren did not pick up the string of stone pearls, even though he knew they were Heavenly Tome Monoliths.
Xu You Rong placed her hopes on him, it must be because Chen Chang Sheng often mentioned her.
But he also had no way of entering the Garden of Zhou.
However, he knew that Chen Chang Sheng wouldn't want to see him appear.
If he really did encounter a danger that he could not resolve, Chen Changsheng would naturally emerge from the Garden of Zhou.
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The White Grass Path was straight and long. Walking on it, one would experience the changes of the four seasons in a very short period of time.
It didn't take long for Chen Chang Sheng to pass through spring, summer, autumn, and winter, before finally crashing into the violent snowstorm.
He kept running towards the other side of the blizzard, his face paler than the snow.
The temple in the depths of the snowstorm had already become a tiny black dot and was burning.
On the White Grass Path, there was a temple ten li away, a temple a hundred li away, and a temple a thousand li away.
Chen Chang Sheng and Shang Xingzhou had met three times, at these three temples.
Regardless of whether he entered the temple to hide or not, he would still be discovered.
Perhaps it was because the place where they, master and disciple, spent the most time together was that old temple in Xining Village.
The three short but dangerous encounters had caused Chen Chang Sheng's injuries to worsen.
Some of the less intelligent but more ambitious demonic beasts couldn't help but show themselves in an attempt to help Chen Changsheng. However, they were chopped into pieces by Shang Xingzhou's Dao Sword.
The sea of grass in those areas was completely dyed red by the blood of the beasts. The scene was very bloody.
Even though the situation was so dangerous, Chen Changsheng still had no intention of leaving the Garden of Zhou.
Leaving on his own and trapping Shang Xingzhou in the Garden of Zhou was not an option, because that was not a battle.
Moreover, when he opened the spatial passage, it was very likely that the other party would seize the opportunity.
For this reason, he had not even attempted to use the laws of the Garden of Zhou to teleport.
More importantly, the preparations he had made to defeat Shang Xingzhou were all in the Garden of Zhou.
In the past few days of quiet contemplation in the Li Palace, he had made many preparations.
However, those methods were all based on the fact that he could draw his sword.
As soon as he entered the Garden of Zhou, all his swords were gone, so what could he do?
When would he ever stop running away like this?
Or rather, where was he going?
The snow falling from the sea of grass suddenly became somewhat dark.
That was because of the change in the sky.
A huge shadow covered the road and the wilderness in front of them.
Like a wisp of smoke, Chen Chang Sheng broke through the wind and snow, rushing towards the depths of the shadow.
The Mausoleum of Zhou was there.
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The soles of the boots left a slight depression on the rough surface of the bluestone, and one could faintly see spider-web-like cracks on the edges.
The whistling cold wind rustled his clothes, which were as straight as a knife.
Chen Changsheng continued to fly, quickly arriving at the middle section of the Mausoleum of Zhou, at the end of that familiar mausoleum path.
Back then, there used to be a green tree called the Tong Palace.
He and Xu Yourong faced the Golden-winged Great Peng that Nanke had awakened, as well as the terrifying monster tide.
Sword Pool woke up.
Ten thousand swords turned into a dragon.
The story of the past hadn't happened too long ago, but it already felt like a lifetime ago.
The Golden-winged Great Peng was absorbing the essence of the world in the homeland of the Elf race, waiting for it to truly mature.
Nanke spent every night in Mount Li listening to the sound of the sword clear her heart. It was unknown when she would truly wake up.
The Monster Beasts had lived a wonderful life for several years, but it was unknown whether they could continue after today.
Today, his opponent was only one person, but he was no less terrifying than this person. In fact, he was even more terrifying.
The pebbles at the edge of the altar were blown up by the wind and only stopped when they touched the edge of the cloth shoes.
Shang Xingzhou gazed at the Mausoleum of Zhou, his expression finally changing.
"I don't know what you've prepared here."
He said to Chen Changsheng, "But just like I said at the very beginning, there are no miracles."
Chen Changsheng replied, "I believe that the appearance of a person like Zhou Dufu under the starry sky is already a sort of miracle."
Regardless of what the later generations thought of Zhou Dufu, many people would agree with his view.
The strongest expert under the starry sky, truly invincible throughout the world, was naturally a miracle.
Hearing this, Shang Xingzhou was quiet for a while, and then he smiled.
"Do you know why Wang Zhice doesn't like me, but is willing to help me?"
He looked at Chen Chang Sheng and said, "Do you know why the elders of our generation can scheme against each other, scheme against each other, but when facing an external enemy, or in other words, when they are forced to the end, they will show a united will to fight against the external enemy?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "Because of your common experience."
Shang Xingzhou calmly replied, "Yes, because we once had a common enemy."
Chen Changsheng replied, "I used to think it was the demons."
Shang Xingzhou replied, "The existence of the demons was naturally a reason for unity, but even more important was that person."
Chen Changsheng replied, "I don't really understand."
Shang Xingzhou replied, "Because that person allowed us to clearly see ourselves, to clearly see each other. From then on, we could be frank and trust each other."
Chen Changsheng asked, "To clearly see what you really want?"
Shang Xingzhou replied, "At the same time, to clearly see how ugly our true thoughts are, because in the end, that is a shameless thing to do."
Chen Changsheng understood, but he could only remain silent.
Shang Xingzhou indifferently said, "You once killed Zhou, but compared to us, it was just child's play."
Chen Changsheng wanted to kill Zhou Tong.
Back then, those people had killed Zhou Dufu.
"If you say that he was a miracle, shouldn't us who killed him be the true miracle?"
Shang Xingzhou's eyes were very cold, like he was looking at a dead man.
Many years ago, even that person had been killed by them, let alone Chen Changsheng.
The most famous and longest-lasting riddle of the past one thousand years had finally been answered.
The conjectures of many people, the everlasting topic of discussion in the tea houses and restaurants, had finally been confirmed.
Without question, this was the deepest secret of the world.
Chen Changsheng, however, was very calm.
He looked at Shang Xingzhou and asked, "How can you be so sure that he's really dead?"
This was Zhou Dufu's mausoleum.
He stood in front of the mausoleum and asked this question.
It felt like he was asking this question on behalf of the person in the mausoleum.
The cold wind rustled the sand in the wilderness, giving off a sound that seemed to have a sense of time.
Shang Xingzhou's eyes narrowed.
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(The illness is rather annoying. Do your best to recover as soon as possible, just like in the past year. Once again, I wish everyone good health.) (To be continued …)
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