The desert at night was very cold. There was no wind, and the dust kicked up during the day quietly fell back to the ground. The air was very clean.
The stars in the night sky were so dense that they seemed unreal.
Xining Village was only several hundred li away from the Cloud Grave, and there was often fog. Chen Changsheng had only seen this sort of starry night in the wilderness when he was returning south with Su Li.
The bright starlight spilled over the desert, and some of the star radiance was also gathered onto the golden needle between his fingers. This was the best method of cleansing.
"Turn around," Chen Changsheng said to Zhexiu.
Zhexiu turned around, not asking why.
In the Orthodox Academy, in the Mausoleum of Books, this sort of conversation had taken place many times. It was very familiar.
The golden needle slowly pierced into Zhexiu's neck, and then Chen Changsheng's fingers began to tremble.
Zhexiu's brows slightly rose.
Chen Changsheng knew that this represented pain, because Zhexiu did not like to furrow his brows in pain. That would make him seem weak.
If even Zhexiu felt pain, then just how much pain was it?
Chen Changsheng poured true essence into his meridians and began to examine the current state of his body.
Zhexiu closed his eyes.
After some time had passed, an indescribable stream of true essence surged through Zhexiu's meridians like a tide.
Corresponding to it was the blood in his veins.
Chen Changsheng's fingers holding the golden needle were almost jolted away.
Zhexiu's eyelids trembled.
This was Zhexiu's illness, the Tide Rush of Blood.
Whether in medical books or in the Daoist scriptures, this sort of innate illness caused by the conflict between bloodlines was a terminal illness, incurable by any medicine.
It was precisely for this reason that Su Li and the Mount Li Sword Sect had been so unyielding in the matter between Zhexiu and Qi Jian.
Chen Changsheng did not loosen his fingers, but continued to silently wait. At the same time, he inserted two more needles into Zhexiu's other two meridians.
After some time, he finally pulled out the needles. Staring into Zhexiu's eyes, he asked, "You didn't take your medicine on time?"
After killing Zhou Tong, he and Zhexiu had left the capital one after the other. Although they had both come to the north, they had never met.
But he had already written out a prescription, clearly specifying the method to take the medicine and the things to pay attention to.
Tonight, although Zhexiu's condition could not be said to have worsened, it also did not show any signs of improvement. There was definitely a problem.
Looking at Chen Chang Sheng's serious and bright eyes, Zhexiu couldn't help but feel apologetic, but his expression didn't change.
"We're fighting all the time. Whether it's to investigate the enemy's situation or to pursue and assassinate, we need to travel long distances. Sometimes, we even have to hide in the snow for seven days and seven nights."
He said, "How can I have time to take medicine? Besides, it's troublesome to eat your medicine, and I have to boil it. I can't start a fire. "
Chen Chang Sheng didn't know what to say. After a moment of silence, he said, "Then I'll think of another way to see if I can make it into a pill."
Zhexiu thought of that rumor and asked, "You gave me the Cinnabar Pill to eat?"
Chen Chang Sheng nodded.
More than a year ago, he had thought of a way to resolve the conflict between the divine laws of the two worlds. After refining the Cinnabar Pill, he immediately had Zhizhi deliver it to Zhexiu, and then … he realized that his blood had no effect on Zhexiu's illness.
There was a rumor going around that the Cinnabar Pill could revive the dead, but this was actually a rather exaggerated claim.
The Cinnabar Pill truly did have a miraculous effect on those wounded on the battlefield who had lost too much blood, but it definitely could not cure all illnesses.
For example, Zhexiu's illness, or Nanke's illness.
Whether it was the Tide Rush of Blood or the soul in chaos, they were both extremely rare and strange illnesses.
Zhexiu asked, "Can my illness be cured?"
Chen Chang Sheng's medical skills were extremely brilliant, and his understanding of the meridians was unparalleled.
If not even he could cure Zhexiu's illness, then there really was no one who could.
Chen Chang Sheng did not attempt to deceive him. He whispered, "The situation isn't very good."
Zhexiu was very calm, or perhaps numb. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Then what about her?"
Chen Chang Sheng shook his head. "I still haven't found a way. I've only used medicine and needles to help her calm her mind and stabilize her soul."
"When I look at her, it doesn't really seem like she's a fool."
"There are thousands of kinds of fools."
"Then how will she wake up?"
"I can only hope that she'll encounter some sort of lucky encounter and wake up on her own."
Zhexiu looked into his eyes and said, "Have you ever thought about what would happen if she really did wake up?"
Chen Chang Sheng found it impossible to imagine such a scene. After a moment of silence, he said, "We'll talk about it when the time comes."
Zhexiu said, "Even if she can't wake up, if her identity is recognized, it will still be a major problem."
Chen Chang Sheng understood what he meant.
Nanke was not an ordinary person.
She had never been a person.
She was a demon, and a Demon Princess at that.
Back then, even with Su Li's strength and methods, he had to conceal his love for a Demon Princess from everyone in the world. His daughter had to conceal her identity and be raised in Mount Li.
Let alone him.
Of course, his situation was different from Su Li's. He and Nanke did not have this sort of relationship.
But if he always kept Nanke by his side, he would have to face this problem sooner or later.
Zhexiu's question made him think of that Demon Princess who had died in the Longevity Sect's cold pool, and then he thought of that night in the mountains and the conversation between the two Demon Lords.
At the time, the young Demon Lord had been very shocked when he saw the Heavenly Demon Horn, because the people of Xuelao City all believed that twenty-some years ago, when that Demon Princess left, she had taken this sacred object with her to the human world. Who could have expected that twenty-some years later, the Heavenly Demon Horn would reappear in his father's hands?
Compared to the many things that had happened that night, this was a minor matter. But now that he thought about it, this matter concealed a great deal of information.
If the Heavenly Demon Horn really had been taken out of Xuelao City by that Demon Princess, then after her death, the Heavenly Demon Horn was most likely lost in the Longevity Sect.
Why had the Heavenly Demon Horn reappeared in the Demon Lord's hands?
And then he thought of that little monster he had encountered in Hanqiu City that flowed through the Yellow Springs.
An ancient legacy that not even the Li Palace had, so just where in the world could it be preserved? Of course, it was the equally ancient Longevity Sect.
Chen Chang Sheng said nothing, his expression gradually turning solemn.
Finding that person in the Orthodoxy who was colluding with the Imperial Court was naturally very important, but even more important was finding that person who was colluding with the demons.
After that night in the mountains, he had been constantly pondering this question.
With the help of someone, the young Demon Lord had so easily deceived the eyes of countless people and replaced the young array master on the stretcher.
Now it seemed that the person colluding with the demons was not one person, but an entire sect? Or perhaps a great clan?
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