Fighter of the Destiny

The Gobi is very cold at night, there is no wind, the dust raised during the day falls quietly back to the ground, and the air is very clean.

The stars in the night sky were so dense that they seemed unreal.

Xining Town is only a few hundred miles away from Yun Tomb, and there is often fog. Chen Changsheng had only seen such a starry night in the wasteland when he returned south with Su Li.

Bright starlight fell on the Gobi desert, and some of the invisible starlight was captured, falling on the golden needle between his fingers. This is the best way to cleanse.

"Turn around." Chen Changsheng said to Zhishou.

Zhexiu turned around without asking why.

Back then, in the National Education College and the Mausoleum of Heavenly Books, such conversations had happened many times, and they were very familiar.

The golden needle slowly pierced the side of Zhexiu's neck, and then trembled slightly between Chen Changsheng's fingers.

Zhexiu's eyebrows raised slightly.

Chen Changsheng knew that this represented pain, because Zhe Xiu didn't like to frown in front of pain, as that would make him appear not tough enough.

Even folding my sleeves hurts, so how painful must it be?

Chen Changsheng transferred his true energy into his meridians and began to check his current physical condition.

Zhe Xiu closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it took, but an indescribable, tidal stream of true energy rushed through Zhexiu's meridians.

Correspondingly, there is also the blood in his veins.

Chen Changsheng's fingers holding the golden needle were almost shaken open.

Zhexiu's eyelids trembled slightly.

This is Zhexiu's disease, a whim.

Whether it is in medical books or Taoist scriptures, this kind of congenital disease caused by blood conflict is a terminal illness and there is no cure.

It was for this reason that Su Li and the Lishan Sword Sect were so tough on the matter between Zhexiu and Qijian.

Chen Changsheng did not release his fingers, but continued to wait silently while inserting two golden needles into the other two meridians of Zhe Xiu.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally pulled out the golden needles, stared into Zhe Xiu's eyes and asked, "Did you not take your medicine on time?"

After killing Zhou Tong, he and Zhexiu left Kyoto one after another. Although they both came to the north, they never met each other.

But he had already prescribed the medicine beforehand and clearly wrote down the method of taking the medicine and the things that should be paid attention to in daily life.

Tonight, it seemed that although Zhexiu's condition could not be said to be getting worse, nor was there any sign of improvement, there must be something wrong with it.

Looking at Chen Changsheng's serious and clear eyes, Zhexiu felt a little sorry in his heart for some reason, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.

"We are fighting all the time. Whether we are reconnaissance of the enemy or tracking assassinations, we need to travel long distances, and sometimes we have to hide in the snow for seven days and nights."

He said: "How can I have time to take medicine? Besides, your medicine is troublesome to take and needs to be fried. I can't make a fire."

Chen Changsheng didn't know what to say. After a moment of silence, he said, "Then I'll think of other ways to see if I can make an elixir."

Hearing this, Zhe Xiu thought of the rumor and asked, "Is that Cinnabar Pill you gave me?"

Chen Changsheng nodded.

More than a year ago, he thought of some ways to break the conflict between the sacred rules of the two worlds. After making the cinnabar pill, he immediately asked Zhizhi to send it to Zhexiu, and then...he found that his blood, folded in half Sleeve disease is of no use.

Nowadays, there are rumors in the world that Cinnabar Pill can revive the dead, but it is actually an exaggeration.

For those wounded with damaged limbs and excessive bleeding on the battlefield, Cinnabar Pill is indeed miraculous, but it certainly cannot cure all diseases.

For example, the disease of broken sleeves, and the disease of Nanke.

Whether it is a whim or confusion, it is an extremely rare and strange disease.

Zhe Xiu asked: "Can my disease be cured?"

Chen Changsheng's medical skills are very superb, and his understanding of meridians is unparalleled in the world.

If he can't cure Zhexiu's disease, then maybe no one can.

Chen Changsheng did not try to deceive anything and whispered: "The situation is not very good."

Zhexiu looked very calm, which could also be interpreted as numb. After hearing these words, he just stayed quiet for a while and then asked: "What about her?"

Chen Changsheng shook his head and said: "I haven't found a way yet. I just use medicine and golden needles to help her calm down."

"She doesn't look like she's really demented to me."

"There are thousands of kinds of foolishness."

"Then how did she wake up?"

"I can only hope that she can encounter some chance and wake up on her own."

Zhe Xiu looked into his eyes and said, "Have you ever thought about what would happen if she really wakes up?"

Chen Changsheng couldn't imagine that kind of scene. After a moment of silence, he said, "We'll talk about it then."

Zhe Xiu said: "Even if she can't wake up again, it will still be a big trouble if her identity is recognized."

Chen Changsheng understood what he meant.

Nanke is not an ordinary person.

She was not human in the first place.

She is a demon and a demon princess.

I think back then, with Su Li's strength and methods, his love for the demon princess had to be hidden from everyone in the world, and his daughter had to be kept anonymously in Lishan to raise her.

Not to mention him.

Of course, the situation between him and Su Li was different at that time, and his relationship with Nanke was not like this.

But if he keeps Nan Ke with him, he will face this problem sooner or later.

Because of Zhe Xiu's question, he thought of the demon princess who died in the cold pool of the Changsheng Sect, and then thought of the conversation between the two generations of demon kings that night in Xueling.

At that time, the young demon king was surprised when he saw the demon horn, because people in Xuelao City thought that when the demon princess left more than twenty years ago, she took this sacred object to the human world. Who could Thinking that more than twenty years later, the Demonic Horn actually reappeared in his father's hands.

Compared with many things that happened that night, this was just a small thing, but now that I think about it, there is a lot of information hidden behind it.

If the Demonic Horn was really taken away from Xue Lao City by the demon princess, then after her death, the Demonic Horn would most likely be lost in the Changsheng Sect.

Why did the Demonic Horn reappear in the hands of the Demon Lord?

Then he remembered the little monster from Huangquanliu he met in Hanqiu City.

Is there any place in this world that could possibly preserve this ancient inheritance that is not even found in the Imperial Palace? Of course it is the equally ancient Changsheng Sect.

Chen Changsheng remained silent, his expression gradually becoming serious.

It is of course important to find the person in the state religion who colludes with the imperial court, but more importantly, it is to find the person who colludes with the demons.

He had been thinking about this issue since that night on the Snow Ridge.

With whose help, the young demon lord managed to hide this from the eyes of countless people so easily and replaced the young formation master who was originally on the stretcher.

Now it seems that it is not a person who colludes with the demons, but a sect? Or a family?