The lower reaches of the river are hills, winding away, and the field in the distance can be seen vaguely. Everything seems to have not changed from when they came before, but Chen Changsheng knew that something must have happened in this world.

Just as he was silent as he watched the world remain silent, Zhuang Huanyu was about to leave.

"It's better not to leave alone."

Chen Changsheng turned around and looked at him and said seriously: "The gray line lead failed. It should be something wrong. It is better to check it out first, otherwise I am worried that something will happen.

Zhuang Huanyu stopped, raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "Sunday only starts for a hundred days, and every moment inside is precious. Do you want me to delay time because of such a small matter?"

Chen Changsheng said: "You have spent time watching the game before, so why bother to spend more?"

"Okay." Zhuang Huanyu looked at him and said, "If something really happened, of course we had to check it out. The place we were at is at least dozens of miles away from the garden gate. Who would go?"

As he said before, every moment of time in Zhouyuan is extremely precious to the practitioners who enter the park. From the riverside where everyone is, it takes at least half an hour to go to the garden gate. Even if it takes time to spend the true energy and sweep, it will take at least half an hour. Who would be willing to waste so much time for such a thing?

Qi Jian looked a little moved and was about to say something, but Liang Xiaoxiao shook his head. Thinking of the important task he had to remain silent.

The riverside was very quiet and no one responded. Zhuang Huanyu looked at Chen Changsheng and said slightly, "Look, no one is willing to go at all. Since it was your idea, why not go?"

Chen Changsheng did not directly answer his words, and looked at the seriously injured Qingxuguan Guanguan.

Qijian understood what he meant and said, "I'll come and see."

Then he looked at Liang Xiaoxiao and whispered something, with a firm attitude.

"Okay. I think you can find it in the woods, but it's better not to go far."

Chen Changsheng knew very well that when these disciples of the sect entered Zhouyuan, they were like the senior sister of the Saint Maiden Peak, and most of them carried the tasks of the master.

After saying this, he walked under the river, and said nothing, following him.

When he went to the bend below the river and confirmed that the people on the riverside could not see him, Chen Changsheng folded his sleeves in half and said, "I'll go into the forest, you can wait for me here."

Zhexiu didn't know what he was going to do, nor did he want to find out his secret, so he nodded indifferently.

Entering the quiet dense forest and climbing up the mountain for a while, Chen Changsheng stopped and looked at the grassland burning in the sun in the distance, and the mountain mausoleum that stretched deep into the grassland. He held the hilt of the short sword at his waist with his right hand and whispered: "Do you a favor and go to the garden gate?"

The black dragon fell on his shoulder at some point. Looking at the mountain tomb in the distance, a strange light shone in the dragon's eyes, feeling a little confused, and always feeling that something was attracting him.

"I have a premonition, I am afraid that the garden gate will be closed and I will not be able to contact the outside world, so it is the same for me to go there, but you should be careful on the way and not be seen by others.

Chen Changsheng turned his head, looked at the black dragon on his shoulder, and asked seriously.

The black dragon withdrew his gaze to look at the mountain mausoleum and squeaked twice at him.

Chen Changsheng said a little distressedly: "You don't even look down on me in the things I have. This sword was given to me by my senior brother, so I can't give it to you."

Heilong looked at him coldly, and his meaning was very clear. You didn't pay any price and even dared to ask me for work.

Chen Changsheng thought for a while and said, "This is how I agree to your request... You know, I am the dean of the National Education College now, and I may get a lot of rare treasures in the future."

The black dragon's vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and seemed to be satisfied with the answer.

The breeze suddenly rose in the forest, accompanied by a harsh sound of air tearing, the black dragon turned into a phantom and instantly broke through the air.

Not long after, Chen Changsheng walked out of the forest, looked at Zhexiu and said solemnly: "The garden gate is closed."

Zhexiu raised his eyebrows slightly, without saying anything, nor did he ask why he knew the situation of the garden gate in such a short time.

Back to the previous river beach, the rest of the people had many questions about Chen Changsheng's confirmation of the news so quickly. Zhuang Huanyu showed a slight sarcasm between his indifferent eyebrows and eyes. Liang Xiaoxiao asked directly: "You said you'll close it?"

Chen Changsheng didn't explain, and said, "If you believe it, believe it."

Before Liang Xiaoxiao and Zhuang Huanyu continued to ask questions, he squatted down and continued to heal the master of Qingxu Temple.

Qijian said, "I believe it."

Liang Xiaoxiao looked at him and frowned slightly, as if he was puzzled why his junior brother trusted Chen Changsheng, the opponent of Lishan Sword Sect.

"The second senior brother said that if something happens to you in Zhouyuan, Chen Changsheng is the most trustworthy person." Qijian said.

Chen Changsheng was taking the pulse for Qingxuguanguan, and his fingers were slightly stiff.

When he left Tianshuling, Gou Hanshi once asked him to take care of his disciples who were free from the mountain. At that time, he thought this was just a polite and casual talk. He didn't expect Gou Hanshi to think so. For some reason, he suddenly felt that his shoulders had become heavier, but his heart became much more relaxed, and that feeling was very comfortable.

Confirm that the injury of the Qingxu Temple Master would not deteriorate too quickly, he stood up and asked to fold his sleeves to prepare the treatment equipment. He said to Liang Xiaoxiao and others: "I have confirmed that Zhou Yuan's own rules have not been destroyed, but have been disturbed by some external force. The garden door should be opened again within a hundred days, but I don't know when it will be opened."

Liang Xiaoxiao frowned slightly and said, "What power can disturb a small world?"

Qijian thought for a while and said, "Either the power is strong enough, or the person who uses this power knows Zhou Yuan very well."

Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "I think it is the latter."

Ye Xiaolian opened her eyes and asked curiously: "Who will it be?"

Chen Changsheng and others looked at each other without saying a word.

Hundreds of human practitioners entered Zhouyuan, and the one who wanted to do something was of course the enemy of mankind.

The enemy of mankind is the demon race.

"You have to be careful."

Qi Jian looked at the field below the river and said worriedly: "We must find a way to notify others as soon as possible."

They were not sure, or they did not expect that demons would sneak into Zhouyuan. However, since Zhouyuan had changed and the gray line was ineffective, in order to avoid the human practitioners taking too hard to seize treasures and causing irreparable losses, the news of Zhouyuan closing must be spread as soon as possible.

However, Zhou Garden is too vast. There are hundreds of human practitioners who look at the number of people scattered among them, which seems very sparse. Moreover, since everyone's purpose is to go to Zhou Garden to hunt for treasures, many people will probably hide. In this case, occasional encounters rarely happen.

The reason why these people met on the riverside is because they all have ideas. The idea about the sword pool - whether it is the National Education College, the Lishan Sword Sect or the Tiandaoyuan, they probably left some records about the traces of the sword pool, so they went upstream and came here. They knew this very well.

As for the master and apprentice of Qingxu Temple, the pair of sisters who have been staring at the Saint Maiden Peak since they entered the park. To some extent, they are really sophisticated.

Zhouyuan is vast and divided into three large areas by three mountain ranges. The famous grassland that no one dares to go deep is located in the middle. There are several gardens on the edge of the mountain hills, that is, the edge of Zhouyuan. Those gardens are rumored to be the residence of Zhou's past, and there are the most likely treasures to be hidden in the living places. Therefore, most practitioners who enter the garden will search for these places first.

Liang Xiaoxiao said to Qijian: "It's too far to go to those places, it's too time-consuming."

He didn't say all his words, Qijian understood the meaning, but in fact, everyone present probably understood the meaning.

It seems that Lishan Sword Sect is very confident about the relevant news about the sword pool. Or in the past few decades, the elders of Lishan have analyzed some things, and Liang Xiaoxiao and Qijian are of course in a hurry to leave.

In the Tianshu Tomb, Chen Changsheng often treated the folded sleeves. He was very familiar with the folded sleeves. He didn't take long to prepare what he needed.

Chen Changsheng ignored what the Lishan Sword Sect was thinking. He took those things and squatted on the ground to officially treat Qingxu Temple.

The copper needle entered the body, and the blood of the Qingxu Temple had stopped. What he had to do at this time was to suture the wound.

Ye Xiaolian looked at him, and her face couldn't help but turn pale.

Even the young Taoist priest in Qingxu Temple was trembling with his hands holding the master.

As a practitioner, whether it is a training in the sect or a battle in the world, of course, I have seen blood, but I rarely see a picture of a metal needle piercing around human flesh.

After sewing the sword wound on the chest of Qingxu Temple and then bandaging it with a clean cloth, Chen Changsheng did not end his treatment, but began to use a copper needle to clear the meridians between his chest and abdomen that were injured by Liang Xiaoxiao's sword intent.

Looking at this scene, everyone's expressions were slightly different, especially the Senior Sister Tong from the Saint Maiden Peak.

Saint Maiden Nanxizhai and Kyoto's Thirteen Sects are the best sects in the world of cultivation. For thousands of years, women wearing white sacrificial clothes can always be seen in the fierce war between humans and demons. They have played an extremely important role in this war.

She didn't expect that she could see such superb medical skills in Zhouyuan today, and that Chen Changsheng had obviously not practiced the Holy Light Art of the National Education.

The riverside was quiet, with only the gurgling sounds of the flowing water and the occasional muffled groans of the Qingxuguan Guanguan.

Everyone looked at Chen Changsheng and dared not disturb him.

Zhuang Huanyu didn't like this kind of scene, so he raised his eyebrows slightly, nodded at Liang Xiaoxiao, and walked into the upstream woods.

Chen Changsheng saw this scene in his spare time and did not dissuade him again.

Not long after, he confirmed that the injury of the Qingxu Temple Master should be fine, stood up, looked at Qijian and said, "I'm leaving too. I have to find a way to find someone else. Just like you are worried, they may not know about the closure of Zhouyuan. Once arguing, they will definitely not leave any way out. They are extremely cruel. If something goes wrong, they may die."

Liang Xiaoxiao's expression changed slightly. He felt that his words were directed at him, but he didn't understand that Chen Changsheng was just talking about the matter.

Qijian was a little embarrassed and said, "We also have reasons why we have to leave."

"I understand." Chen Changsheng looked at the senior sisters of the Saint Maiden Peak and said, "Can you please take care of them here for a while? I probably can come back before midnight."

Senior Sister Tong was slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, he actually made such a request. After thinking about it, he agreed.

She was attacked before, but now she has to take care of the other party. If she is not a disciple of Saint Maiden Peak, she will be unable to accept it.

Chen Changsheng smiled gratefully, and walked downstream of the river with Zhexiu again.

The sun is shining, and the grim meaning in the forest is dispelled a lot.

In the southeast of Zhou Garden, there is a garden built against the mountain. It is rumored that this garden was built after the middle age of Zhou. It likes quietness but is happy with birds singing, so it is built, called "The Legend of the Mountains and Forests".

The mountain forest language on the bank is not the garden at the entrance of Zhouyuan, but it is closest to the garden gate.

The garden at the gate of the garden is that every time the practitioners enter the garden, they will pass there first, so they have been checked countless times. Later practitioners have no possibility of finding a bargain. Therefore, after the practitioners enter the garden this year, many people first came to the mountain forest language.

Birds singing in the mountains are like joy, the flowing water in the garden is silent, the corridors are flying eaves, pink walls and windows are covered with iron rules defined by human practice, except for magical instruments and inheritance, the rest of the original furnishings in Zhouyuan are not allowed to be moved. Therefore, even after hundreds of years, the place still retains the seven-point quietness and nine-point nobleness of the past.

But in a room deep in this garden, there was only horror and anxiety at this moment. The quietness and nobleness had already been washed away by the smell of blood and I don’t know where I went.

More than a dozen practitioners surrounded the field, their faces looked very ugly.

A practitioner fell to the ground, his abdomen was penetrated by a sword, cutting a hole about five fingers wide. His left hand was covered, but he couldn't stop the blood from overflowing. He could even see his intestines being squeezed out and was dying. The gray thread held by his right hand had already burned, leaving only some gray.

Another practitioner was pale and kept saying, "I didn't mean it. I thought that the trick of Qitong would only hurt him at most. But I didn't expect that his true energy was stagnant at that moment, and the sword did not lift it up. I didn't mean it, and... the gray thread was useless to burn it."

The injured practitioner had his abdomen penetrated, and the blood flowed to death, and he was about to die. The faces of the practitioners surrounding him became increasingly ugly. What made them most uneasy was why the gray line had lost its effect? ​​Could it be that people like me can only watch this person die?

At this moment, several women in white sacrificial robes came to the mountains and forests, and there were surprise shouts and greetings in the garden.

There was a woman who didn't enter the house. She stood on the bridge and looked at the sun gradually falling to the grassland in the distance. She remained silent and seemed to have discovered something.
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