Fighter of the Destiny

Xu Yourong said: "Your face is as white as snow, how can I not mind?"

Chen Changsheng turned to look at her and said, "You are not much better, your face is as white as frost on the grass."

Xu Yourong was slightly startled. Looking at his reflection in the water, he realized that his face was really pale and strange, and he subconsciously covered his cheeks with his hands.

This was the girl's subconscious action, but in Chen Changsheng's eyes, it was very cute.

"Thank you." She woke up, held his shoulders, and leaned on his back.

"Sorry." He reached out to hold her knees and moved her body upward.

In this way, they left this patch of green grass, stepped through the sea of ​​​​bloody grass, and went to a clear place.

The water in the Caohai is not deep. The shallow part is almost knee-deep, and the deep part is only just waist-deep. However, the mud at the bottom of the water is too soft. Chen Changsheng is carrying a person on his back and holding an umbrella in his left hand, so it is a little difficult to walk. Fortunately, the morning sun has been rising for a while, and the temperature in the sea of ​​grass has gradually risen. It is very comfortable, and everything you look at is tender green. Walking in the spring light and spring water, no matter how difficult it is, is somewhat comforting. Without those sounds, or they would feel more like an outing.

There was a faint whistling sound coming from the grassland behind. The whistling sound came from Nanke's wings. Neither Chen Changsheng nor Xu Yourong, after understanding the Sun Never Sets Grassland, were worried that those powerful demons could quickly After catching up, the tiny sounds around the sea of ​​grass made them more alert. Those sounds belonged to the indigenous people of this sea of ​​grass. Yesterday, Xu Yourong killed many monsters, but she paid a lot for it. At the same time, she knew this grassland. There must be more powerful monsters living there, and there may even be existences that practitioners in the Nether Realm cannot resist.

Chen Changsheng held the yellow paper umbrella, felt the location of the sword intent, and continued to move forward into the grassland. At this time, the sun was almost at its peak, but the sunlight was not blazing. It was as warm and comfortable as a spring day. Xu Yourong didn't understand why he kept holding this old umbrella, worried that he would be exposed to the sun? Or is it that the mysterious frost and cold energy of this young man's cultivation conflict with the sunlight?

If the matter involved the Snow Mountain Sect's unique cultivation techniques, it would be difficult to say more, but there was one thing she had to ask clearly: "Where are we going?"

Chen Changsheng said: "Go to Jianchi."

When he thought about it, the location of the sword intent was most likely the legendary sword pool.

If there really is a sword pond in Zhou Garden, but it has never been found, then it is obvious that the sword pond is most likely to be in this grassland that no one can get out of.

Xu Yourong also figured this out, but couldn't figure out why he could determine the location of the sword pool.

Chen Changsheng did not answer this question, not because he did not want her to know the secret of the yellow paper umbrella, but because the sword pool was not an ordinary treasure after all. After two days and one night of escape, he could entrust his life to this girl. , giving her enough trust, but precisely because of this, why add these chips to test human nature? Human nature cannot be tested. Every time it is tested, it is possible to take a step in the opposite direction of the person who asked the question. Similarly, trust is not just for use. Every time it is used, it is a test of trust.

As we walked, the water in the sea of ​​​​grass gradually became less and more solid, and it felt like a grassland.

Walking among the dense grass and feeling the solid feeling from the soles of his shoes, Chen Changsheng felt much more at ease. However, there are more and more rustling sounds in the grassland. It is obvious that there are more monsters hiding around than in the wetland, and they may be more ferocious.

Xu Yourong took out the tung bow and quietly observed the surroundings, ready to take action at any time. However, for some reason, Chen Changsheng carried her for dozens of miles. The monsters never attacked or even approached them. Even three times, she She clearly felt that the monsters observing the two of them from a distance were emitting extremely terrifying auras. Even in her heyday, she was no match for those monsters. Why didn't these powerful monsters come to hunt me? If it were before, she might have thought that the aura emanating from the Tianfeng true blood in her body directly suppressed the greed of those monsters, but now that the blood in her body was almost exhausted, those monsters were afraid What?

As the two continued to move forward, the grassland ground became drier and drier, and the height of the wild grass decreased and became gradually sparse.

Finally, they came to a piece of grass that just reached the top of their feet. The grass was gray in color but not dead, as if it was like an old man's hair. In the green grassland, these short gray-white grasses are extremely eye-catching, and form an obvious road leading from their feet to the very remote depths of the grassland.

I don’t know where this road paved with white grass leads and what dangers are hidden.

Xu Yourong said: "If... that person is really dead, this road may lead to his cemetery."

Chen Changsheng understood why she made such a guess.

In Daoyuanfu's Purana Sutra, there is this sentence: White grass is the road, leading straight up to the sea of ​​stars.

If Zhou Du|husband really died and was buried in this world, then his cemetery is most likely to be deep in this grassland. This white grass road represents the passage to death. . There is another powerful example, coming from the slight trembling from the handle of the yellow paper umbrella. That sword intention is far away on this white grass road. If that sword intention marks the location of the sword pond, then It's very logical - the thousands of swords sleeping in the sword pool are Zhou Du|fu's trophies, and of course they are also the best sacrifice for him.

"There is no star sea in Zhou Garden, the sword pool is the star sea." He agreed with Xu Yourong's view and said: "It seems that you have to reach the end of this white grass road to know whether it is death or something else."

Xu Yourong didn't expect that he would think of the basis of his judgment from Daoyuanfu so quickly, and looked at him with some appreciation.

Whether it was leading to the sea of ​​​​stars or to death, it was extremely far away. This white grass road was naturally very long. Chen Changsheng carried her for a long time, but it seemed that she was still at the starting point.

The sun never sets in the grassland. The sun rises and sets, does not disappear, circles around the grassland, and then rises and sets again.

They walked and walked and walked. When they were thirsty, they drank some water from the puddles beside the road. When they were hungry, Chen Changsheng got some animal meat to eat. When they felt sleepy, he would take a nap while she sat quietly aside. , when she was tired, he would wake up, and after repeated alternation, Chen Changsheng's injury improved slightly, but she remained very weak.

One day, night came again. It was not really night, but the light became a little dim, and it suddenly started raining in the sky.

Chen Changsheng carried her on his back and ran in the night rain. At some point, she held a yellow paper umbrella in her hand to protect her from the wind and rain.

The rain tonight is so fierce that it cannot be covered with just an umbrella. But in this world full of grass and smoke, where can I find a place to shelter from the rain?

Just then, they broke through the rain curtain and saw a temple.

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