Way of Choices

The sun fell on the girl's face, beautiful but not beautiful, and suddenly became bright for a few minutes.

She quietly looked at the sun in the distance, thinking about the things she encountered after entering the park today, probably got a score in her heart.

Just then, a young girl in white in the Qing Thirteen Division came hurriedly, came behind her, and whispered, "The man was injured so badly, Sister..."

The girl nodded, beckoning her to go first, and then came by herself.

The girl from the 13th Division of the Qing Dynasty walked back to the house, ignoring the objection of the injured man, and drove everyone out.

Only then did the girl walk into the house. The two women from the 13th Division of Qingyuan are treating the injured person, but the injured person is really too heavy. The common treatment method in the palace is difficult to work. No matter how hard they try, they still cannot stop the belly of the person. The wound continued to bleed.

Seeing her coming, the women of the Thirteenth Division of Qingyuan suddenly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly gave way.

The girl walked in front of the injured person, looked at it twice, raised her right hand and placed it in the air above the injured person's abdomen.

I saw a faint blue light falling from her palm, like running water, but it was softer than running water and kept falling on the wounded body.

The wounded man's wound was bleeding, and suddenly stopped.

Immediately afterwards, the light beam falling from the palm of the girl changed color, from a cyan color that made people feel happy and fresh, to a holy and solemn milky white.

The white light shone on the wounded abdomen, and the scary wound gradually healed at a rate visible to the naked eye!

"Zhou Yuan... something went wrong. I suspect that the gate has been closed. Later, you will ask the practitioners to choose the fastest one to see the gate."

The girl stood up and said to the girls: "After I leave, you light two fireworks. I believe people in the mountains, rivers and rivers should be able to see them."

Whether it is Saint Virgin Peak or the Thirteenth Division, the fireworks have always been used as news on the battlefield. For practitioners and the human army, these two fireworks are hope. At this time, although I was in Zhou Garden, I believe those who were injured in the battle but could not lead the garden through the gray line. After seeing the two fireworks, they should find a way to come to the mountain.

A slightly older woman in the 13th Division of Qingyuan, looked at her and said, "Sister, what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to do something." The girl said calmly, then turned and left.

Looking at the back of the girl disappearing deep in the garden, several women in the Qing Thirteenth Division were silent.

A moment later, someone remembered the magical scene that I saw earlier.

A young girl admired and said, "That's Holy Light. I really didn't expect that the elder sister was not very old. I actually repaired Holy Light to this state. I don't think the teacher can do it."

"It is the Holy Light technique behind, and it should be the natural light of the Virgin Peak at the beginning."

The slightly older woman smiled and said: "Sister, she first studied in our college, and then went to Saint Virgin Peak to practice. She is also the length of the north and the south, which is naturally extraordinary."

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The night gradually came, and Zhou Yuan became slightly cool, especially in the foothills, and it was a bit chilly.

The white sacrificial ceremonies of the Thirteenth Division of Qingyuan are thick and able to withstand the wind and the cold. The young girl does not worry about these. It seems to be walking casually in the mountains and mountains. In fact, he is looking for the practitioners who had previously entered the garden.

She shares the same views as Chen Changsheng and Qijian. No matter how powerful it is, it is impossible to really change the rules of Zhou Yuan, a small world. The closing of the garden gate should only be a temporary matter. The problem is that Zhou Yuan’s sudden closure will give the number inside Hundreds of practitioners bring a lot of dangers. Those dangers come from within the human practitioners, but also from other places.

In front of the cliff in front of her, she met a student of Star Picking Academy. The student was not fighting with someone and was injured, but Zhenyuan had a problem when she practiced her body and fell off the cliff. The body also failed to withstand the impact of that height, fractured a lot of places, if not met her, or really can only wait to die.

The night is getting deeper, the forest becomes a bit gloomy, and the light from the bonfire can be seen vaguely in the distance. It seems that many practitioners have found something strange, don't care what competitors it will attract, just want to find as much as possible Companions, at this time anyone in Zhou Yuan can become their companions.

The girl walked towards the nearest campfire, and the white ceremonial dress fluttered slightly in the night.

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The most striking thing about Zhou Garden under the night is those little bonfires, but some bonfires are difficult to see because they are too far away.

Chen Changsheng and Folded Sleeves walked out of the forest. He looked at the bonfire on a hill not far away and said, "Let's start near, don't worry."

Folded sleeves did not speak. As a descendant of the wolf clan, what he lacked most was patience.

Chen Changsheng quickly thought of this, a little embarrassed, and thought of another thing, and asked: "There should still be many instruments left in Zhou Yuan. You just follow me like this, don't you feel bad?"

Folded sleeves said: "What about you? Don't you care about losing money?"

Chen Changsheng said: "When I thought that there might be the exact location of Jianchi from Lishan Jianzong, Liang Xiaoxiao and Qijian were going there at this time, and even Zhuang Huanyu might find it. Of course... I still care a little, but I will definitely tonight A lot of people will be injured or even die, I can’t just let it go.”

Folded sleeves looked into his eyes and asked seriously: "Why can't you just leave it alone?"

For the wolf clan youth who grew up in the cruel snowfield, any kindness is a fatal weakness. He really does not understand why humans and some demon clan... can't just ignore it.

"Some women's kindness?"

After thinking for a long time, Chen Changsheng said, "I just can't bear it."

Folding his sleeves for a moment, said in silence: "The responsibility of the strong is to make yourself stronger, so as to protect more of the weak."

Chen Changsheng said honestly: "...Maybe I don't have the consciousness of a strong man? Besides, since the divorce let me lead these people, I always have to bear some responsibility, and it seems that only I can cure the disease."

Folded sleeves said nothing more.

Chen Changsheng asked: "You have not answered my initial question."

Folded sleeves said: "Tang Tang has paid, I am your bodyguard."

Chen Changsheng thought about the friend who was still in Tianshuling, thinking about the yellow paper umbrella, said with emotion: "It's good to have money."

Folded sleeves finally said: "And I always feel that following you, I will not lose."

While speaking, the two didn't slow down, and it didn't take long before they came to the hill, saw the campfire, and saw the people beside the campfire.

Looking at the clothing, it should be two Southern practitioners. I don’t know what happened, because they fought each other with swords. As a result, both sides suffered injuries and several wounds on their bodies.

To Chen Changsheng's surprise, the two southern practitioners were sleeping soundly, and the wounds on his body had healed. If it were not the mottled blood stains on his clothes, he could not even see the injury.

He walked in front of the two Southern practitioners, stretched out his hand and took a pulse, and then opened his eyes to observe carefully, and finally lifted their clothes and looked at the wound.

Although the wounds of the two were not as smooth as they were originally, they were obviously intact, and the deep sleep at this time should be the result of smelling Ning Shenxiang, which would help recovery.

"It is the elder sister of the 13th Division of Qingyuan, who gave them the incense."

Chen Changsheng stood up and said to the folded sleeve: "Someone helps save people everywhere, we should be able to relax more easily."

Folding his sleeves, he shook his head and said, "It's not the 13th Division of Qingsi."

Chen Changsheng's expression was slightly different, and he wanted to read Dao Zang through himself. He knew very well the methods of the 13th Division of the Qing Dynasty. The wounds of these two southern practitioners recovered so fast. There was still a little sacred breath on the edge of the wound. It is the holy light technique of the state religion. Why would it be said that it is not the 13th Division of Qingsi?

The holy light technique of the state religion is extremely difficult to practice. Like the state of the holy light technique he saw at this time, even in the palace, only more than ten bishops can perform it, so he thinks that these two southern practitioners will be treated. It should be quite old, a sister, or even a female professor, but when he entered the garden, he didn't pay attention to it.

"It is indeed the Holy Light technique used to heal wounds, but the taste of Ning Shenxiang is not right. It is not the broken incense of Qingsi Thirteenth Division, but the sacred peak made by Saint Maiden.

Folded sleeves looked at him expressionlessly and said, "I have smelled the first fragrance many times, and the last one I smelled it once, and I will never forget it, so I will not admit it."

Chen Changsheng remembered this. He hunted the demon in the northern snowfield, and often did some very dangerous tasks for the Dazhou military. I don’t know how many times he wandered on the edge of life and death. There is really no one stronger than Feng who understands these two healing places.

"While knowing the Holy Light technique, there is no dust around him... who is this?"

He said to himself that he wanted to be able to communicate with the heads of the North and South denominations. He thought he should be a great predecessor, but is it that such a predecessor still stays in Tongyou?

Folded sleeves looked at him quietly, not talking.

Chen Changsheng asked slightly: "What are you staring at?"

Folded sleeves looked into his eyes and asked, "Are you really not sure or pretending to be stupid?"

Chen Changsheng was stunned, and then understood, for a time, could not help but stunned again.

A very important reason for him to enter Zhou Yuan was to see the girl and then return the marriage certificate to her.

Only after entering the park, so many things happened that he even forgot about this matter and forgot that she was also in Zhou Yuan.

As the head of the north and south denominations, he can repair the holy light technique to this realm in the quiet world, and also carry precious and dust-free dust with him... Over the years, the mainland seems to be her alone?

He looked at Folded Sleeve and said: "No?"

Folded sleeves looked at him expressionlessly and said, "It will."

Chen Changsheng no longer said anything, looking at the mountains in the night, thinking that she had stood here before, standing by the same bonfire. Somehow, she felt a bit weird.

"Go?" Folded sleeves asked.

Suddenly Chen Changsheng turned and walked to the two Southern practitioners, took out the copper needle and started treatment.

Folding the sleeves is a bit puzzling, thinking that since Xu Yourong has already been cured, why do you have to do more?

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(The next chapter is faster. I have written a few hundred words. Every time I write about Chen Xu, I am inexplicably happy...)

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