The Gobi Desert at night is very cold, without wind, and the dust raised in the day falls quietly back to the ground, and the air is very clean.

The stars in the night sky are extremely dense, as if they are not real.

Xining Town is only hundreds of miles away from Yun Tomb, and there is often fog. Chen Changsheng only returned south with Su Li, and once saw such starry nights on the wasteland.

The bright starlight fell on the Gobi Desert, and the invisible starlight was picked up a little, landing on the golden needle between his fingers. This is the best way to cleanse.

"Turn around." Chen Changsheng said with folded his sleeves in half.

Cherishing her sleeves turned around and didn't ask why.

In the National Education College and the Heavenly Book Mausoleum, such conversations happened many times and are very familiar.

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

The eyebrows with folded sleeves were slightly raised.

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

Even folding your sleeves hurts, how painful should it be?

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

Folding his sleeves and closing his eyes.

I don’t know how long it took, an indescribable true energy that was like a tide of water flowed through the meridians of Broken Sweet.

Correspondingly, there is also the blood in his blood vessels.

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

Folding her sleeve's eyelids trembled slightly.

This is the disease of folding sleeves, on a whim.

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

This is why Su Li and Lishan Sword Sect are so tough in the matter between Shuxue and Qijian.

Chen Changsheng did not let go of his fingers, but continued to wait silently, and at the same time, two golden needles were pierced into the other two meridians of folded sleeves.

I don’t know how long it took, but he finally pulled out the golden needles, stared at Cheshui’s eyes and asked, “Didn’t you take the medicine on time?”

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

He had already prescribed the prescription in advance and wrote clearly the method of taking the medicine and the matters that should be paid attention to in daily life.

It seems to be that although Zhexiu's condition cannot worsen and there is no sign of improvement, there must be problems.

Looking at Chen Changsheng's serious and clear eyes, Cheshui felt a little apology in his heart for some reason, but the expression on his face still did not change at all.

"We are fighting all the time. Whether it is reconnaissance of the enemy situation or tracking assassination, we need to run a long distance, and sometimes we have to hide in the snow for seven days and seven nights."

He said, "Where is the time to take medicine? Besides, your medicine is troublesome and you have to cook it. I can't make a fire."

Chen Changsheng didn't know how to speak, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Then I'll think of another way to see if it can be made into a pill."

Hearing this sentence, Zhexiu thought of the rumor and asked, "What you give me is Cinnabar Pill?"

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 cinnabar elixir, he immediately asked Zhizhi to send it to Jiexiu, and then... he found that his blood was useless in the disease of Jiexiu.

There are rumors in the world that cinnabar pills can live dead people, but it is actually quite exaggerated.

For those wounded on the battlefield who suffer physical damage and excessive bleeding, cinnabar pills are indeed effective, but they are definitely not able to cure all diseases.

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

Whether it is a whim or a confusing mind, it is an extremely rare strange disease.

Zhexiu asked, "Can my illness be cured?"

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

If he can't cure the disease of folding his sleeves, then no one may be able to cure it.

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

The folded sleeves looked very calm, which could also be understood as numbness. After listening to this sentence, he just calmed down for a while and asked again: "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? Divine soul-calming."

"I don't look like she's really demented."

"There are hundreds of kinds of fools."

"Then how could she wake up?"

"I can only hope that she can wake up by herself when she encounters some opportunity."

Zhexiu looked into his eyes and said, "Have you ever thought about what if she really woke up?"

Chen Changsheng could not imagine that kind of scene. After a moment of silence, he said, "Let's talk about it then."

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

Chen Changsheng understood what he meant.

Nanke is not an ordinary person.

She wasn't a human being.

She is a demon clan, and she is also a demon princess.

Back then, with Su Li's strength and means, he had to hide his love with the demon princess from everyone in the world, and his daughter had to be kept in the mountains and kept in the mountains.

What's more, it's him.

Of course, his situation was different from Su Li at that time, and he had no such relationship with Nanke.

But if he kept Nanke by his side, he would face this problem sooner or later.

Because of Zhexiu's question, he remembered the demon princess who died in the cold pond 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 Xue Lao City thought that more than 20 years ago, when the demon princess left, she brought this holy object to the human world. Who would have thought that more than 20 years later, the demon horn would reappear in his father's hands.

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

If the Demon Horn was really taken away from the old city of Xue by the demon princess, then after her death, the Demon Horn was most likely to be lost in the Changsheng Sect.

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

Then he remembered the little monster flowing in the underworld that he encountered in Hanqiu City.

An ancient heritage that is not even in the palace, where can it be preserved in this world? Of course, it is the same ancient Changsheng Sect.

Chen Changsheng remained silent, his expression gradually became solemn.

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

After that night in Xueling, he had been thinking about this issue.

With whom the help of the young demon king, he easily concealed the eyes of countless people and replaced the young formation master on the stretcher.
Chapter completed!