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

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

Xining Town and Yun Tomb are only hundreds of miles apart, and there is often fog. When Chen Changsheng and Su Li returned to the south, they had seen such a starry night on the wasteland.

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

"Turn around." Chen Changsheng said to the folded sleeve.

Folded sleeves turned around without asking why.

At that time, in the National College of Education and in the Tianshuling, such conversations happened many times and were familiar.

The gold needle slowly penetrated the neck side of the folded sleeve, and then shivered slightly between Chen Changsheng's fingers.

The folded eyebrows raised slightly.

Chen Changsheng knew that this represented pain, because folded sleeves did not like to frown in front of the pain, which would not be tough enough.

Even the folded sleeves feel pain, how painful should it be?

Chen Changsheng crossed Zhenyuan into his meridians and began to check his current physical condition.

Folded sleeves closed his eyes.

I don't know how long it has passed. An indescribable, tide-like flow of true elements rushed by in the meridian of folded sleeves.

Correspondingly, there is blood in his veins.

Chen Changsheng's fingers holding the gold needle were almost shocked.

The folded eyelids shivered slightly.

This is the disease of folding sleeves, whim.

Whether in medical books or Taoist scriptures, this congenital disease due to blood bursts is terminally ill, and there is no medicine to cure it.

It is for this reason that Su Li and Li Shan Jianzong behaved so hard in the matter between the folded sleeve and Qijian.

Chen Changsheng did not release his finger, but continued to wait in silence, while puncturing two gold needles in the other two meridians of the folded sleeve.

Not knowing how long it took, he finally pulled the gold needles out, staring at the folded sleeves and asked, "You didn't take the medicine on time?"

After killing Zhou Tong, he and Folded Sleeve left Kyoto one after another. Although they all came to the north, they never met.

But he had already prepared the prescription in advance, and clearly wrote the method of taking the medicine and the matters that should be paid attention to at ordinary times.

Tonight, although the condition of the folded sleeve is not worse, there is no sign of improvement. There must be a problem.

Looking at Chen Changsheng's serious and clear eyes, the folded sleeve did not know why there was some apology, but the expression on his face remained unchanged.

"It's always fighting, whether it is to detect enemy situations or track assassinations, it requires a long-distance raid, and sometimes hides in the snow for seven days and nights."

He said, "How can I have time to take the medicine? Besides, your medicine will be troublesome to eat, and it will be fried. I can't make a fire."

Chen Changsheng didn't know how to speak, and said after a moment of silence: "Then I will think of other ways to see if it can be used as a panacea."

Hearing this sentence, Zuoxiu thought of the rumors and asked, "You gave me cinnabar Dan?"

Chen Changsheng nodded.

More than a year ago, he thought of some ways to resolve the conflict between the sacred rules of the two worlds. After making cinnabar dan, he let the squeak to the fold sleeve the first time, and then... he found his blood, folded in half Sleeve disease is useless.

There are rumors in the world that cinnabar can live to death, but it is actually a more exaggerated statement.

For those injured on the battlefield who have damaged limbs and bleed too much, Zhu Shadan does have a wonderful effect, but it certainly cannot cure all diseases.

For example, the illness of folding a sleeve, and the illness of Nanke.

Whether it is whim, or confusion, are extremely rare strange diseases.

Folded sleeves asked: "Can my illness be cured?"

Chen Changsheng's medical skills are very brilliant, and his understanding of the meridians is unique.

If he can't cure the folded sleeve, then no one can really cure it.

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

Folded sleeves seemed very calm, and could also be understood as numbness. After listening to this sentence, it was only quiet for a while, and then asked, "What about her?"

Chen Changsheng shook his head and said, "I haven't found a way right now. I just used drugs and gold needles to help her calm her mind."

"I didn't look like she was really demented."

"There are thousands of different kinds."

"Then how did she wake up?"

"I can only hope that she will meet any chance and wake up."

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

Chen Changsheng couldn’t imagine that kind of picture. After a moment of silence, he said, “I will say it later.

Folded sleeves said: "Even if she can't wake up again, if her identity is recognized, it is also a big trouble."

Chen Changsheng understood what he meant.

Nanke is not an ordinary person.

She was not a human being originally.

She is a Mozu, and she is also a Mozu Princess.

In those days, due to Su Li's strength and means, love with the Demon Princess must also be concealed from all people in the world, and her daughter should be kept in the name of Lishan in an anonymous way.

Not to mention him.

Of course, he and Su Li were in different situations at the time, and he and Nanke were not in this relationship.

But if he keeps Nanke around, he will face this problem sooner or later.

Because of the question of folding his sleeves, he remembered the demon princess who died in the cold lake of Longevity Sect, and then thought of the conversation between the two generations of demon kings in Xueling that night.

At that time, the young Demon King was surprised when he saw the Devil Horns, because people in the old snow town thought that when the devil princess left twenty years ago, he brought this relic to the world of the human race. Who can? I thought that after twenty years, the Demon Horn actually reappeared in his father's hands.

Compared with many things that happened that night, this is just a small thing, but now I want to come, there is a lot of information hidden behind this thing.

If the Demon Horn was really taken away from the Snow Old Town by that Demon Princess, then after her death, the Devil Horn was most likely to be lost in the Eternal Sect.

Why did the Devil Horn reappear in the Demon King's hands?

Then he remembered the little monster who met Huang Quanliu in Hanqiu City.

There is no ancient heritage in the divorce. Where in the world might it be preserved? Of course it is the same old Changsheng.

Chen Changsheng was silent, his expression gradually dignified.

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

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

With the help of who, the young devil so easily concealed the eyes of countless people and replaced the young formation on the stretcher.

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

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