Way of Choices

The black coffin is very large, like a hill. Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong are standing in the coffin, just like standing in the mountain, not knowing the passage of time.

Xu Yourong looked in the normal order, one picture after another, the steps moved slowly, from left to right, Chen Changsheng reversed her order, and moved slowly from right to left. It is much simpler to remember the mastery of memorization, but it is not too easy to write down such a mysterious knife.

I don't know how long it took. Chen Changsheng's left arm touched her shoulder. The two talents woke up and found that they had met.

If it is Tang Thirty-six, it would probably be frivolously said: What a coincidence, I met you here.

But Chen Changsheng would not say this, Xu Yourong did not speak, and the two laughed at each other, and continued to look at the last two patterns.

This is the sixty-ninth pattern seen by Chen Changsheng, which means that he has backed sixty-nine strokes and two broken swords. Xu Yourong is weak because of his injury, and he is less than he saw. Seventeen strokes.

After a while, the two people read the last two pictures, woke up again at the same time, and smiled at each other again.

But at the next moment, the smile on their faces disappeared and became shocked and dazed.

The patterns and words on the wall of the black stone sarcophagus are... disappearing!

Heiheite is the hardest stone in the world, and those lines and pattern text should be the week of that year.**** It was carved with the legendary magic knife personally, deeply into the stone three points, even after hundreds of years of discussion , It didn’t fade, and it was less likely to be weathered. However, at this time, the edges of the lines seemed to be softened a lot, and the breeze in the mausoleum flicked. On the ground!

It was only an instant that Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong did not have time to respond. All the words and patterns on the wall of the black coffin were erased and turned into 109 slightly rough depressions.

How is this going? This magical picture shocked the two of them silently. Could it be said that these two broken knife methods will disappear after being remembered? Such a magical method, how did Zhou Du|Hu Fu do it?

The two broken sword tactics have turned into black gravel at the bottom of the coffin and no longer exist. The black stone sarcophagus really becomes empty, and they will naturally stop staying.

Chen Changsheng left the black stone sarcophagus with her back on her back and returned to the stone surface of the tomb, recalling those things that had happened before, and it was still difficult to calm down.

"Fortunately, I have remembered." Xu Yourong said: "After we went out, we copied the knife methods, it was complete."

Living in an old temple in Xining Town since childhood, Chen Changsheng, a fifteen-year-old boy, was naturally insensitive to men and women. However, somehow, she grasped her meaning very accurately. This two sets of broken sword tactics belong to them now, and they do not belong to them separately, just like the sword tactics, they belong to them as a whole.

If they can't trust enough and be honest with each other, then this set of knives doesn't make any sense.

"Well, we practice together." Chen Changsheng said.

"What if we can't leave Zhou Yuan?" Xu Yourong looked at his clear eyes, a little sad, and said: "Could it be that this set of knife tips will leave this world with us?"

Chen Changsheng said: "Don't be under pressure. If Zhou Du|fu is really alive, the two broken knife tips will naturally not be lost."

Xu Yourong was silent for a while, and said: "I have a different idea now. If Zhou Du|fu didn't die, why should he leave these knife tips in his mausoleum?"

After thinking for a long time, Chen Changsheng guessed: "It is possible that he is going to do something that he is not sure about, leaving these swordsmanship, but also not wanting his most remarkable creation in his life to be obliterated."

Xu Yourong looked into his eyes and said, "In short, you should strive to live as much as possible."

Chen Changsheng looked back at her eyes, thinking that if there is a destiny, the conditions given by the destiny are already very clear. Whether it is the two broken knife tactics or want to remember these beautiful things, it is necessary for two people to live together and then together. Significant.

"May the Holy Light be with you." She sincerely blessed.

Chen Changsheng leaned forward and hugged her awkwardly, saying, "Be with us."

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The ground shook again. This time it was not the opening of the black coffin, nor his short sword, but the beast tide finally arrived. Chen Changsheng remembered not long ago that she just said that she didn’t want to die in someone else’s tomb, so she naturally helped her to walk outside the tomb. When passing the long corridor, she didn’t forget to put all the night pearls on the wall. take away.

Looking at this scene, Xu Yourong felt more interesting and gave birth to more admiration-being so indifferent before life and death, not everyone can do it, and it is obvious that he is really not afraid of death, such a state of mind, already Near sage.

Chen Changsheng didn’t actually think much about life and death. He thought more about the black dragon sleeping in the lake water outside Youfu. He was not sure at this time and was also worried that if he died in Zhouling, What about Black Dragon? Will it sleep with itself, or will it live even if it wakes up, after all, it is just a soul away now?

Walking out of the mausoleum, he came to the high platform at the end of Shinto, and couldn’t look down on the grassland below. Chen Changsheng looked at the plane tree that shook thousands of green pieces against the wind and said to her, “Your magic weapon is no longer powerful. It may have been blocked, it is better to close it."

Xu Yourong said: "But you can buy us some time." Unlike other practitioners who have visions and instruments that weigh more than life, she has always thought that these are things outside the body. If they are used in exchange for precious time or opportunities Not to mention the serious wear and tear, what a pity even if it is destroyed directly.

Chen Changsheng said: "The last thing we need now is time."

Before holding the two broken sword tactics, time is urgent. After that, time is meaningless to them. Although Xu Yourong was pulled back from the abyss of death by his blood, he was still seriously injured and weak, and the longer it took The more dangerous, the most important thing is that the time flow rate in the sunless grassland is different from the real world. The closer to Zhouling, the slower the time flow rate. Even if they rely on the sycamore for a few more days, the real world outside Zhouyuan may pass. What opportunities do you have in an instant?

"Reasonable." Xu Yourong stretched out his hand to collect Wutong as a long bow and carried it on his shoulders.

The green leaves suddenly disappeared, and the stone platform became empty. Chen Changsheng and Xu Yourong began to face the powerful enemy and the unknown ending. Although there was no blood rain on the face, it was a storm.

The dim sky and earth are filled with countless monsters. On the grassland and in front of the mausoleum, from the front to the horizon, the black pressure is dense and dense.

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(Because the title of the chapter reminds me of Leslie Cheung’s old song, I spent it together, but I can’t find such a place in this episode. I just had to save it.)

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