There was a squelch.
It was not a laugh.
A mouthful of blood sprayed from Xu Yourong's lips.
All of it landed on Chen Changsheng's body.
Chen Changsheng seemed to be in a very sorry state.
Xu Yourong opened her eyes and saw this scene. After a moment's thought, she guessed what had happened.
She raised her sleeve and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, revealing a mischievous smile.
Chen Changsheng ignored himself. Looking at her pale face, he asked worriedly, "Are you alright?"
Xu Yourong knew that he had a slight obsession with cleanliness. Seeing him ignore her, she was slightly moved. She took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped the blood from his face.
"It's good that the clotted blood has been forced out."
She was facing the twilight and closing her eyes to meditate and heal her wounds, but Chen Changsheng misunderstood her.
Chen Changsheng felt slightly embarrassed, but he was even more worried, even though she said she was fine.
Closing the temple and entering seclusion was an extremely important matter. Because of him, Xu Yourong had broken through the wall and left seclusion early. Her cultivation would inevitably be greatly affected.
Most importantly, her Dao Heart would be covered in an indelible mark, and it was highly likely that she would never find the opportunity to break through.
Thinking of this, Chen Changsheng's mood became increasingly heavy.
Xu Yourong knew what he was thinking and said, "Many cultivators encounter a situation like mine. Their Dao Hearts will be shaken by a single setback, and they will never have a chance to reach the Divine. But you don't need to worry about me, because I am more confident than anyone else. I am still very young."
The so-called cultivation of the Dao was the cultivation of time. As the youngest cultivator in recorded history to be able to see that threshold, she still had many years to comprehend and savor. Most importantly, she had a clear understanding of this point, ensuring that these years would not be wasted and that her Dao Heart would not be affected in any way.
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng's mood improved a little.
The blood on his face had already been wiped clean by Xu Yourong. The occasional remnant was transformed into Phoenix flames by the twilight and disappeared, but his clothes could not be dealt with. He very naturally took out a clean Daoist robe from the Vault Sheath and turned around to change into it. His entire movement seemed especially practiced, as if he had repeated it countless times.
Xu Yourong asked, "You always have a habit of carrying clean clothes? How did he change it so skillfully? "
Chen Chang Sheng thought back to the large hole that had been punched through the wall of the Orthodox Academy all those years ago, that little girl who had held onto the edge of the large wooden barrel and stared at him, that little girl whose face was clearly red yet still pretended not to care. He suddenly felt a great longing for her, but how could he bring it up? He only spoke of the scene from the bottom of New North Bridge that led to the Frigid Pool of the Cold Palace.
Xu Yourong had known the story of New North Bridge since she was a child, so she wasn't surprised. She asked, "Just what's going on with the little Black Dragon?"
He was asking about Bie Tianxin's death.
Although everyone now knew that this was a scheme of the Great Western Continent, the problem was that before this scheme was exposed, Chen Changsheng had never agreed to have the little Black Dragon come out for a confrontation. As intelligent as she was, she had naturally guessed that something had happened to the little Black Dragon.
Chen Chang Sheng said, "I can't be sure, but she shouldn't be in danger."
Xu Yourong asked, "What do we need to do?"
Chen Chang Sheng shook his head and said, "Let's wait for a while."
Xu Yourong didn't say anything more and asked, "Have you ever walked around here?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "I've seen a few of the sights you mentioned in your letters, but I didn't have the time to look at them in detail."
Xu Yourong smiled. "How about I take you to see them?"
Chen Changsheng replied, "Okay."
The mountain breeze stirred, the flowering trees swayed, and the fragrance assailed their senses. The White Crane broke through the twilight and landed in front of them.
With a clear cry, the White Crane soared into the sky with the pair on its back. With incredible speed, it once more tore through the twilight, pierced through the clouds, and arrived at the summit. Standing at the edge of the cliff, Chen Changsheng sighed as he gazed at the plains, the Tong River, and those mountains that had already turned the color of ink. "When you were little, you said in your letters that the scenery here was superb. It really was true."
Xu Yourong forced herself to calm down. "Did I write you letters when I was little? Perhaps you're mistaken, but I wrote you quite a few letters a few years ago. "
Chen Changsheng smiled. "The White Crane should still remember them, so how could you forget?"
At these words, the White Crane softly cried out, indicating that this was indeed the case.
A slightly annoyed expression appeared on Xu Yourong's face. "I don't know how you managed to trick it into trusting you, but it doesn't even listen to my words."
Chen Changsheng took her hand and sat down on the most prominent rock on the edge of the cliff.
"Ever since I was little, I've liked to meditate and cultivate on this rock."
"Yes, you said so in a letter when I was nine."
"Hey, you really did remember wrong."
"I didn't remember wrong, because the scenery you described in the letter was exactly the same as this place."
"I don't want to talk to you."
"Fine, then three years ago, you said in your letter that there were many birds here, so why don't I see them?"
"Do you want to see? I can have many birds come and play. "
"This is the so-called myriad birds paying homage to the Phoenix?"
"Yes."
"Forget it. Night is approaching, and everyone needs to rest. There's no need to disturb them."
"That's fine."
"But what about that pheasant?"
Chen Changsheng was naturally speaking of the Golden-winged Great Peng in the Garden of Zhou that was still far from maturing.
"It likes to eat meat, so I sent it to the plains."
"Plains?"
"It's the grassland that you gave me."
"Yeah … let's find a chance to go and see it together."
"What are we going to see?"
"If the monsters in the Garden of Zhou like it, they can live there. We … can also live there."
"… …"
Yesterday, he had rushed all the way from Fengyang City to here, his heart full of worries. Then he had encountered the closing of South Stream Temple and Bie Tianxin's death. After several soul-stirring battles, Chen Changsheng was already exhausted to the extreme, and fatigue gradually overtook him.
He and Xu Yourong sat on the rock by the edge of the cliff, leaning against each other. Just like in the Garden of Zhou, they were extremely relaxed and comfortable. Very quickly, they closed their eyes.
After an unknown amount of time, Xu Yourong suddenly opened her eyes.
She calmly gazed at Chen Changsheng's face as if she wanted to find some other emotion besides exhaustion, but she found nothing.
He was still the same as he was in the past, incomparably clean from the inside out, untainted by dust, without any distracting thoughts.
"Chen Changsheng, why is it that after I turned ten, you were unwilling to reply to my letters?"
Xu Yourong softly asked him.
Chen Changsheng was already asleep, so it was impossible for him to answer her question.
Suddenly, Xu Yourong opened her eyes wide and looked at Chen Changsheng, a curious expression on her face. Then, she seemed to think of something and became rather nervous.
She looked around her.
The chirping of birds on the cliff suddenly stopped, the strange beasts all lowered their heads, and even the White Crane turned its head to look at the distant mountains.
Xu Yourong lowered her head and kissed him.
Yes, just like the taste of glutinous rice cake. It wasn't bad.
At this moment, Chen Changsheng opened his eyes.
But they did not separate.
… …
… …
You didn't guess it, did you! How could I be so easily seen through by you! It's still that phrase I've repeated for so many years: my romance novels are the best!
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