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Chapter 870

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Three days' worth of medicine had been drunk in one go. A normal person would probably have run into problems.

Xiao Zhang would not have any problems. His recovery abilities were incredibly powerful.

After sleeping soundly for an hour, he woke up and said, "I'm full of energy."

Chen Changsheng asked, "You really don't want to travel together?"

"If we're not on the same path, why travel together?"

Xiao Zhang stood up, took the dry rations and medicine box from Chen Changsheng, raised his spear, and walked out.

He did not leave. Instead, he walked to the Treasure Pavilion at the very top of Seven Treasures Stronghold and took away the box of ancient tea.

He then turned to the blue-clothed Daoists and experts of the Imperial Court and said, "Come, continue."

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… …

Xiao Zhang left, as did the blue-clothed Daoists, experts of the Imperial Court, and the divine crossbow camp.

Chen Changsheng and the others naturally had to leave as well.

The people of Fengyang City on the two sides of the street did not leave.

They prostrated to Chen Changsheng and piously paid their respects. Even many elders who found it difficult to move were carried to the side of the street by their sons and nephews, hoping to receive the Pope's blessing.

At any other time, Chen Changsheng would have stayed in Fengyang City for a while to treat the illnesses of his believers or conduct a small ceremony to the light, as the scriptures of the church said.

But he had no time now. He had to leave. Fortunately, Hu Thirty-Two had already sent a message to the neighboring Daoist churches and made arrangements for the distribution of medicine.

Based on Chen Changsheng's request, one or two clerics skilled in the Sacred Light technique would also come.

"May the Sacred Light be with all of you."

Chen Changsheng said to the people of Fengyang City.

The people prostrated once more, like a tide.

Leaving Fengyang City, crossing the chains, they arrived in the sparsely populated gorge.

Thinking of those scenes from before, Tang Thirty-Six said, "Only just now did I feel that you really are the Pope."

The Pope was divine and assuredly received the reverence of countless believers, but it was not so easy to receive love and respect from the heart.

Normally, this required the accumulation of time, resulting in the accumulation of reputation.

Chen Changsheng had only been Pope for three years. In a remote place like Fengyang City, if the Daoist churches had not properly announced the hymns, many believers might not even have known of this matter.

He was able to receive the heartfelt love and respect of so many believers largely due to An Hua's promotion of the Cinnabar Pill. The Orthodoxy's hymns had played an extremely important role.

Chen Changsheng did not want to talk about these things, so he changed the subject. "The little monster that Xiao Zhang encountered was probably Chusu."

Tang Thirty-Six said, "It's possible. If Xiao Zhang hadn't been seriously injured beforehand, how could he have succeeded in his sneak attack?"

Zhexiu replied, "Not necessarily. Chusu was also injured in Wenshui City, so don't be left alone."

Tang Thirty Six understood what he meant and said in surprise, "Is that monster so troublesome?"

Chen Chang Sheng said, "It is indeed troublesome."

When he said this, there was a hint of worry between his brows.

It was not because of Chusu, but because of the matter that Xiao Zhang had warned him about. There might be some problems with Holy Maiden Peak.

Tang Thirty-Six and Zhexiu also knew what he was worried about. After leaving Fengyang City, they traveled much faster than before.

But Chen Chang Sheng still felt it wasn't fast enough.

If something really did happen to South Stream Temple, would she, who was in seclusion at Holy Maiden Peak, encounter some sort of danger?

After traveling several dozen li along the right bank of the river gorge, they could no longer see Fengyang City, and the number of boats on the river had greatly lessened.

Chen Chang Sheng brought Nanke out of the Garden of Zhou and then turned to Zhexiu and the others.

Tang Thirty-Six was somewhat conflicted. "Why do I feel like I've become a cat?"

Zhexiu asked, "Have you ever seen a cat cage as large as the Garden of Zhou?"

Hu Thirty-Two humbly replied, "To be able to stop for a moment in His Majesty's miniature world is an enormous blessing."

Zhexiu creased his brow.

Tang Thirty-Six sighed and said, "It's too much."

Chen Chang Sheng said, "Hurry."

Nanke watched as they were sent into the Garden of Zhou and asked, "Chen Chang Sheng, where are we going?"

She already knew and remembered Chen Chang Sheng's name, but she still didn't know who she was. She was as ignorant as a child.

"We're going to Holy Maiden Peak." Chen Chang Sheng unfurled the map and pointed out the direction for her.

Nanke's eyes were still dazed. It was hard to tell if she understood the map or not. She asked, "How fast?"

Chen Chang Sheng replied, "As fast as we can. Of course, you can't be injured."

Nanke replied, "I understand."

She then grabbed Chen Chang Sheng by the neck and jumped off the cliff into the river.

The chilly wind of the river howled against his face, but Chen Chang Sheng felt much calmer.

Then, he looked at the river rushing against his face and found it impossible to calm down.

Only now did he remember that after that bloody battle in the snowy mountains, Nanke's wings had disappeared, so how could she fly?

A hint of confusion also appeared in Nanke's dazed eyes.

She only knew that she could fly, so she instinctively jumped into the air. There was no fear, no hesitation.

But just how had she flown in the past?

Nanke relied on her lightning-fast movement technique to make several astonishing flashes in the air outside the cliff that were comparable to teleportation, but she still continued to descend.

The two fell faster and faster, the river getting closer and closer.

She nervously closed her eyes.

Chen Chang Sheng sighed, thinking, without Zhizhi by my side, how will I quickly dry my drenched clothes?

Just as they were about to fall into the river, two voices came from behind Nanke.

These voices were somewhat like the white paper on Xiao Zhang's face being blown by the wind of Xunyang City.

It was Xunyang City, not Fengyang City, because in Xunyang City, the white paper on his face had been intact.

It was also somewhat like a sail being raised in the shortest amount of time possible.

Of course, it was most similar to spreading her wings.

Dark green wings ten-some zhang long unfurled from Nanke's back, carrying her across the turbulent river and then into the air.

Chen Chang Sheng was even closer to the river, the soles of his shoes even touching the water, leaving a few ripples.

From a distance, it was like a dragonfly skimming the surface of the water.

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… …

Pope Chen Chang Sheng left Fengyang City, but the people of this small city were still unwilling to leave.

In a restaurant by the river, a young master gazed at those people who were still gazing at the river gorge, a look of disgust on his face.

"Truly a bunch of fools."

A young girl with a clear and beautiful appearance walked out. It was Mu Jiushi.

This young master was Bie Tianxin.

Seeing Mu Jiushi come out, Bie Tianxin instantly changed his expression and harmoniously said, "The wind on the neighboring river is strong, so be careful."

When Mu Jiushi was expelled from the Li Palace, her legacy of the Orthodoxy had been crippled, but her cultivation and strength from the Great Western Continent still existed, so why would she care about the wind on the river?

Bie Tianxin only wanted to express his concern.

Mu Jiushi faintly smiled and very naturally accepted his concern, standing a little closer to him.

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… …

(Fengyang City is Fengjie and Yunyang, and the stone steps were written according to Yunyang's Ten-Thousand Steps Staircase. Yunyang is my hometown, and the clear wind on the river is the large character written in front of Yunyang's Zhang Fei Temple. I have a particularly deep impression of it since I was a child. Ten-some years ago, when I first started using QQ, my good friend Chen Yong had a headache over what name he should use to deceive girls. I offered these four characters, and then he continued to use them until today, but besides his wife, it seems like he didn't deceive anyone … In the end, Xiao Zhang left rather handsomely.)

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