Xu Yourong's cultivation on the other side of the stone wall had probably reached a critical juncture. Any outside interference would be extremely dangerous.
So Chen Changsheng could do nothing, but he also did not leave. He quietly stood in front of the stone wall for a very long time.
At the very beginning, it was because of longing and some other extremely complicated emotions, but later on, it was because he had a bad feeling.
In terms of deduction and calculation, besides the Demon Military Advisor Black Robe, the already deceased Elder of Heavenly Secrets, and his master Shang Xingzhou, the next was probably Xu Yourong.
Chen Changsheng did not have a Fated Star Plate and had never learned deduction and calculation, but he had learned the Intellectual Sword from Su Li.
From a certain perspective, the Intellectual Sword was also a method of deduction and calculation.
He looked back, all the way to the letter he had received at the Mount Song Army headquarters.
Next came Hanqiu City, Wenshui City, and Fengyang City.
Just what had happened in South Stream Temple? Holy Maiden Peak was clearly still as peaceful as before, just as she had said in her letter.
It was as if nothing had happened, but Xiao Zhang truly had not been able to enter Holy Maiden Peak.
He felt more and more strongly that if she continued to seclude herself in the stone wall, she might encounter some problems.
He could not just watch as this happened. He had to understand where the problems she might encounter were coming from.
The problem was not on the other side of the stone wall, but on this side.
He only needed to find the problem and resolve it, so that Xu Yourong would not be threatened in any way.
Just what sort of problem could affect Xu Yourong on the other side of the stone wall?
It had to be known that whether it was the Tong Bow that had transformed into a vine or the incredibly powerful array on the stone wall, they could both guarantee that she would not be harmed by the outside world.
Chen Changsheng left the stone wall and walked to the edge of the cliff.
The Tong River was currently flowing through the plains of the north. From an extremely high vantage point, it seemed extremely winding.
In the light of the setting sun, it looked like a golden thread casually tossed onto the table by a young lady who was tired from embroidery.
This description had appeared in the letter that Xu Yourong had written to him two years ago.
She had also mentioned in her letter that she liked to sit on that rock by the edge of the cliff and admire the scenery.
Chen Changsheng sat down on the edge of the cliff and gazed at the beautiful scenery.
He was familiar with this scenery.
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The scenery was very beautiful and one would never tire of it, but Chen Changsheng did not look for too long before withdrawing his gaze.
He took out an old book and began to flip through it.
After calming down for a moment, he still couldn't find the problem. He couldn't even find a clue, so he stopped looking. It wasn't that he gave up, but he knew that the more he tried, the easier it was to miss something.
He casually thought back to everything that had happened since the Mount Song Army headquarters, starting from the recent to the distant. The first thing he thought of was the two girls from South Stream Temple he had encountered at the mountain gate.
Those two girls were using the Unity Sword Art of South Stream Temple. At the start, even Tang Thirty-Six had been caught off guard.
At that time, he felt that the Fusion Sword Art used by the two girls was slightly different from the one he knew, which made him a little puzzled.
Could it be related to what he was worried about?
The foundation of the Unity Sword Art was the temple sword.
The old book he was reading was called 'Examination of the Harmony of the Temple Sword'. It was written by a female teacher of the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green who had studied at South Stream Temple for thirty years.
From a certain perspective, this senior of the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green was very similar to Xu You Rong.
This was the first time Chen Changsheng had formally studied the Unity Sword Art. The more he read, the more he admired it. It was clearly a very simple sword style, but it demanded so much of the user. It was no wonder that in the entire continent, only the disciples of South Stream Temple, who were relatively cut off from the world and had calm Dao hearts, could use this sword style to its peak, resulting in the South Stream Temple Sword Array that shook the world.
The current Chen Changsheng was publicly acknowledged as a genius of the sword. If one ignored his age, he could even be called a grandmaster of the sword.
His knowledge and grasp of the sword grew more and more refined, and correspondingly, he grew more and more infatuated with the sword. Although he still couldn't compare to Su Li or those people from the Mount Li Sword Sect, when he came into contact with a new sword style like the Unity Sword Art, he naturally became intoxicated, gradually forgetting the passage of time.
The setting sun shone on the Tong River and also on the summit of Holy Maiden Peak, growing redder and warmer.
Chen Changsheng had already reached the third book related to the temple sword and the Unity Sword Art.
His left hand gripped the book while the index and middle fingers of his right hand came together in the shape of a sword, constantly gesticulating.
Not even he noticed that as he moved, an invisible sword intent emerged from his fingertips, slicing the red and warm rays of light and the chilly mountain winds into countless pieces.
The edge of the cliff was filled with the sound of something piercing through the air.
The clouds scattered, and the spirit beasts of the forest fearfully fled into the distance. Only a few kingfishers stood nearby, tilting their heads and curiously looking at him.
They were probably thinking, just who is this person? Why are his movements exactly the same as that little fairy's?
At this moment, the clear cry of a crane came from somewhere.
The kingfishers hopped away, searching for the smallest and most adorable dinner mushrooms under the trees.
The spirit beasts of the forest retreated even further.
The clouds between the cliffs suddenly scattered.
A White Crane flew out of the clouds, spiraling down, and then walked to Chen Changsheng's side.
When the crane cried out, Chen Changsheng had already woken up. He stretched out his hand and stroked the White Crane's slender neck.
The White Crane lightly pecked at his hand, then gazed down at the plateau shrouded in clouds and softly cried out.
Chen Changsheng knew that it was telling him that something had happened there.
Based on the time, Tang Thirty-Six and the others should have already entered South Stream Temple. Had there really been another misunderstanding?
He stood up and gazed at the stone wall illuminated by the setting sun. "I'll come back in a little while."
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While Chen Changsheng was traversing the mountains, Tang Thirty-Six was still enjoying the scenery on the mountain path.
After the two disciples of South Stream Temple were released, he and Hu Thirty-Two slowly walked, waiting for the important figures of South Stream Temple to appear.
Beating the grass was to startle the snake. They had charged straight into the mountain gate precisely to attract attention for Chen Changsheng, so it was naturally impossible to do so quietly.
He was still in the mood to enjoy the scenery because he and Chen Changsheng were of the same mind. Even if there was a misunderstanding between him and South Stream Temple, it wouldn't be a big deal.
In Tang Thirty-Six's view, Xu Yourong was the Holy Maiden, so South Stream Temple was hers. If there was a misunderstanding between the two, it would be like a couple quarreling, and there was no need to care about it.
As they walked through a sea of bamboo, Tang Thirty-Six praised, "A fine scenery."
Suddenly, countless whooshing sounds could be heard.
The green bamboos were constantly swaying, and the sea seemed to be surging with tides.
Sword Qi crisscrossed the forest, causing slender bamboo leaves to crash down. It was like a torrential rain had fallen on Tang Thirty-Six's body.
Hu Thirty-Two was some distance away from the bamboo forest, so he managed to avoid it.
Tang Thirty-Six's entire body was covered in bamboo leaves, making him look rather wretched, but he did not care. On the contrary, he proudly said, "How elegant."
When all the bamboo leaves fell and the Sword Qi vanished, ten-some girls appeared on the mountain path, blocking his and Hu Thirty-Two's path.
The two girls who had been at the mountain gate were also among them.
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