Fighter of the Destiny

Time... is really an unimaginable monster. It can make the strongest man die under the stars, and it can also turn the most precious elixir into waste. Zhou Dufu may not understand medicine, but the elixirs he collected were very particular in terms of environment and equipment. But even so, there is still no way to maintain the potency of the medicines hundreds of years later.

Xu Yourong got confirmation from his silence, thought about it, and then said, "In that case, I'll sleep a little longer."

By this time, she had stopped coughing and fell asleep peacefully.

If he was about to enter eternal sleep, he probably wouldn't be able to fall asleep before then. Chen Changsheng looked at the sleeping girl and felt infinite admiration and respect. How strong his will and mental strength do he have to be able to sleep peacefully in such a situation?

The Flowing Fire Pill failed, how should he save her?

He hesitated for a moment and decided to use the method that had made him hesitate for more than ten days in the grassland - golden needle to push blood.

Golden needle pushing for blood is a technique that stimulates vitality and blood strength, which is extremely harmful to people. Before his teacher, Taoist Ji, successfully transformed it, this acupuncture method was basically classified as evil magic by the state religion, and its use was strictly prohibited, even for Now, this acupuncture method cannot completely avoid serious side effects, so it is generally only used before the patient's death.

In a sense, golden needles push blood, just like the last sip of old ginseng soup.

Now that he had made his decision, he no longer hesitated. He sat behind Xu Yourong and untied the gold thread wrapped around the ring finger of his left hand. With a slight movement of consciousness, the gold thread was as straight as a needle and pierced into the back of her neck like lightning.

It is difficult to push blood with a golden needle. The most difficult thing is to insert the needle into the patient's marrow veins. She is sleeping at this time, which is perfect.

Xu Yourong frowned slightly and woke up with some pain.

"Don't move, I'm treating you."

Chen Changsheng knew that she was not old, but she was calm and calm in situations. As long as she made it clear, she would cooperate. As expected, Xu Yourong calmed down quickly. His chilly essence was slowly sent into her body from the golden needle, flowing through her meridians and blood vessels like a tide, pushing away the toxins accumulated between her diaphragms, and at the same time dissipating the toxins she had previously given birth to. suspicion.

Beads of sweat the size of soybeans continued to pour out on Chen Changsheng's forehead, and then they were frozen into ice beads and rolled to the ground, making a crisp sound. As time went by, the ground around the two people was covered with frozen sweat beads, looking like a sea of ​​pearls. Some ice beads rolled down the stone steps and traveled far away until they touched The huge black sarcophagus just stopped.

After a while, the golden needle was withdrawn from the back of Xu Yourong's neck and wrapped around Chen Changsheng's fingers again.

A long time passed, but he didn't speak, and neither did Xu Yourong.

He lowered his head and looked at the ice beads on the ground, feeling a little sad and more unwilling to do so - pushing blood with golden needles was the last method he could think of. It was very dangerous and violent. However, even so, he did not receive any Effectiveness.

This kind of acupuncture can stimulate human vitality and blood. Even the dying old man on the bed can regain some energy and even regain a glimmer of life from the netherworld. However, this had no effect on Xu Yourong, because her blood had completely dried up, and her vitality had long since disappeared in the continuous battles and journeys.

If there is no firewood, how can we use high-temperature and blazing flames to ignite it?

"Feel sorry."

It was not Chen Changsheng who said these two words, but Xu Yourong. She looked at him and smiled and said, "Although I don't know medical skills, I also know that the acupuncture technique you used just now is amazing. It's a pity that my patient is so unsatisfactory."

This is the truth. Her Holy Light Technique saved many people in Zhou Garden, but that and medical skills are two different fields.

Chen Changsheng raised his head and looked at her somewhat swollen but still beautiful face, feeling very depressed.

"Your essence and blood have been exhausted. There is no other way except to replenish blood. But we tried it a few days ago. Your blood is somewhat special. The blood of monsters has no meaning to you. I even think that except for your own blood, , no blood is meaningful to you, so even if we can leave Zhouyuan, we may not be able to cure you."

He was honest with her about the situation. Telling the dying girl why she died has nothing to do with his respect for her strong will, but that he has a strong and even stubborn attitude towards death. People don't know how they came to this world, so how can they leave this world? You should be awake when you are in the world, so that your trip to this world is not in vain.

He did not explain his thoughts to Xu Yourong, but Xu Yourong did not feel sad, nor did he vent his anger to him. As if he understood what he meant, he smiled and said, "But if you can leave Zhou Garden, at least you can survive."

After arriving at the mausoleum, Xu Yourong often smiled, but that smile was actually so weak that Chen Changsheng couldn't even bear to look at it.

"I haven't found a way to leave Zhouyuan. I don't know if this will make you happier." He looked at her and said with a smile. He knew that she couldn't be happy about it, but he hoped that she would be happy about his unfunny joke.

Xu Yourong did not become happy. Instead, the smile on his face gradually faded. She looked at him and said calmly, "It seems that I will die."

Because this sentence was not the first time it had appeared, Chen Changsheng suddenly felt that his chest had been hit hard by a stone, and he was extremely sad.

I remember that night, she said that she was only fifteen years old, the same age as herself. It was the saddest thing in the world to be young but his life was over. It was a sadness he had experienced in advance countless nights.

He had been preparing for death for a long time, and no one was more prepared than him. However, now that he saw her dying in front of him, he still had no choice.

"I don't want to die." Xu Yourong looked at him and said seriously.

When she said this, she was not sad, and her expression was still so calm, because she was not begging for his pity, but just telling him her last thoughts.

"You won't die." Chen Changsheng said.

Xu Yourong said, "You know I can't accept this kind of unconvincing comfort."

Chen Changsheng suddenly thought of something and became a little lost in thought. His voice trembled slightly as he said, "You... won't die."

Xu Yourong's expression was slightly strange, and he didn't understand why his mood suddenly felt strange.

"You're not going to die."

Chen Changsheng repeated for the third time, but this time, his voice was unusually calm and sure, and his clean eyes were extremely bright.

Xu Yourong thought he was a little crazy and said, "You don't need to take any responsibility for my death."

Chen Changsheng said: "But I don't want you to die."

Xu Yourong joked in a tired voice: "Are you a god? Whoever you don't want to die will not die."

"Yes." Chen Changsheng's clear voice echoed in the empty tomb, and he was so sure.

Xu Yourong stared at him blankly.

He laughed.

He didn't know why fate brought him to Zhou Garden and then to this mausoleum, whether it was because of the sword intention or something else, but now he knew one thing: he might be able to change this girl's fate.

In other words, he is her destiny, at least part of it.