The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chu Wanning was injured, and the other three were exhausted. After running into the corridor outside the Shenwuku, Chu Wanning ordered them to take a rest.For a while, no one spoke first, each standing or sitting, checking the wounds on themselves or others, and slowing down.

Only Xue Meng, he was stunned, his head drooped, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Mo Ran murmured: "Xue Meng..."

Xue Meng ignored no one, he walked to Chu Wanning stiffly, raised his head, and when he opened his mouth, his voice was broken.

"Master."

Chu WanNing looked at him and wanted to raise his hand to touch his messy hair, but he finally held back.

"Is the Shenwu I picked earlier a fake?"

Chu Wanning did not speak.

Xue Meng's eyes were even redder, and the black and white eyes were blood-threaded and cobweb-like. If it weren't for his stubbornness and self-confidence to support him, I'm afraid he would cry immediately.

"Am I, I can no longer get the weapons in the pool?"

Chu Wanning finally closed his eyes, and a sigh gradually fell.

The corridor was very quiet, only Chu Wanning's cold voice was heard.

"……Silly boy."

A silly child full of sighs and helplessness made Xue Meng's last bit of reason collapse. He couldn't bear it anymore, threw himself into Chu Wanning's arms, hugged Chu Wanning's waist, and cried bitterly.

"Master... Master..."

Missing Jin Chengchi's martial arts is almost equivalent to missing the qualification to become the pinnacle of the world of cultivating immortals.This is something everyone knows well, mortals have limited magic power, and without the help of divine soldiers, they are no stronger than flesh and blood.

The young masters of those sects in the Upper Cultivation Realm, more or less left behind the martial arts handed down by their ancestors. Even if they don't completely match their own spiritual power, they still have a powerful power that cannot be underestimated.Only Xue Meng, because the Xue Zhengyi brothers started from scratch, did not get Jin Chengchi's weapon.

Therefore, when he chose to use the Ancestral Sword to die with the Heart-Tipping Willow, it was equivalent to choosing to let go of his superiority and high spirits in the past.

Chu Wanning didn't ask anything, didn't say anything more, hugged Xue Meng who was crying loudly in his arms, and touched his hair.Xue Meng was spoiled and spoiled, and had never been wronged, so he had never cried since he could remember, and he was arrogant all day long.

However, at this moment, tears were intertwined on his young face, and every word was shattered, like the magic weapon he was destined to no longer have, like the dream of a hero he thought he could get at his fingertips, all shattered up.

"Xue Meng." Chu Wanning hugged the apprentice in his arms and comforted him.

The water waves at the bottom of the lake blow Chu Wanning's white cloak and black long hair. At that moment, Mo Ran only had time to see his slender eyelashes drooping, and there was a soft light underneath.Then the waves got bigger, the clothes and long hair were messed up, Wan Ning's side face could no longer be seen clearly in the dim light.

I only heard him say: "Don't cry, you are already fine."

The voice is not gentle, but in Chu Wanning's mouth, it is already a soft sentence.

In the secret way, the four people had their own concerns, and no one spoke again.

Mo Ran leaned against the cold wall, watching Chu Wanning embrace Xue Meng and patted his shoulder, feeling suddenly uncomfortable in his heart.

Golden Pond trip.

When I came, I was angry with fresh clothes.

Zhongyong's injury when he went.

Xue Meng has been the proud son of heaven for 15 years.

The scenery is infinite and the spirit is high.

Then one day, Zhulou collapsed.

From then on, he will spend a long life to forget the edge of these 15 years.

When they ran out of the arsenal, everyone saw the heart-picking willow slowly falling down in the water, like an ancient giant exhausted, like the death of Kuafu, and the death of the Golden Crow.The Jiao people who stayed on the ground were shocked and fled in all directions.

The arsenal of magical weapons millions of years ago was completely destroyed overnight.

The sacred tree fell suddenly, setting off a frenzied tide in the Jincheng Pond. In front of the huge eddy, the dragons transformed into their original bodies one after another, in order to resist the turbulent waves.For a moment, the scales and armor in Jincheng Pond were churning, and fish and dragons were jumping up and down, making it difficult for ordinary people to stand upright.

The ink burned and shouted: "No, I can't get out!"

During the speech, a thick dragon tail patted, Mo Ran quickly dodged, and then narrowly passed.

Just at this time, suddenly a black dragon rushed over, its shape was bigger than other flood dragons, and its pitch-black scales overflowed with lingling golden brilliance.

The ink burned and said: "Watching the moon?!!"

Wangyue let out a long cry, he was originally a dumb dragon, but at this moment he suddenly spoke, his voice was like a bell, and he shouted in a low voice: "Grab my back, the heart-picking willow will be destroyed, Jin Chengchi will be destroyed soon, hurry up! You escape!"

There was no other choice at this time, and they couldn't care whether Mochizuki was an enemy or a friend, so they followed their advice.Wangyue carried four people in the turbulent sea, and Wanlong swam swiftly in the turbulent waves, running across the water.

"Hurry up!"

As soon as the voice fell, the old dragon suddenly broke through the water and waves, and flew out of the sky.The ink burns and they only feel that the Qianjun mad current is rushing towards their faces, and the water flow is like a thousand horses and thousands of troops rushing, stepping on the muscles, bones and hearts.They couldn't open their eyes at all, couldn't breathe, and they held the dragon's back tightly with both hands, exerting all their strength, so as not to be thrown into the lake again.

When they were finally able to open their eyes, they had already rode a dragon into the clouds, and they were on the top of Jincheng Pond, the peak of Xuying Peak.The sprayed water vapor turned into tens of thousands of fluorescent spots, scattered from the huge mirror-like dragon scales, and the mist turned into a rainbow in an instant.Mochizuki makes the head long hiss, and the eight wastelands change color.

Mo Ran heard Xue Meng's voice coming from behind, and he seemed excited and far away in the hunting wind. After all, he is really young, and it is easy to forget sorrow temporarily because of some things——

"My God! I'm flying! I'm flying on a dragon!"

Mochizuki hovered several times above Xuying Peak, gradually shrunk in size, and slowly bent down to land. When he stopped at the Jincheng Pool, he had shrunk to less than half of its original size, so that it would not crush too many surrounding rocks vegetation.He curled up in the same place, and quietly let the ink burn them down the back of the dragon.

They turned their heads to look at Jin Chengchi, only to see the ice melted, the waves surged, and the waves smashed the ice.At this time, the morning light is bright, the east is white, and the sun shines brilliantly, flowing into the Jincheng Pool, a piece of shimmering light.

The teacher suddenly said in shock: "Look at those Jiaos in the pool!"

Those churning and entangled dragons rose and fell with the turbulent waves, gradually stopped moving, and then collapsed one by one, turning into a little bit of burnt ashes, one after another black chess pieces rose from the lake and gathered in mid-air .

Mo Ran murmured: "Zhenlong Chess Game..."

The dragons, creatures, and even the heart-picking willows in the entire pond have all been tricked by Zhenlong's chess game. The conspiracy in the entire pool is actually a game set up by someone hiding in the dark!

Mo Ran suddenly shuddered.

He realized that the world after rebirth was not right, and some things were brought forward for no reason.

When he was 16 years old in his previous life, there was absolutely no one who could play the Zhenlong chess game to this extent. What is the origin of this false hook?

Xue Meng said: "Watching the moon!"

Mo Ran turned his head and saw Mochizuki crouched and did not move. There was no black chess piece on his body, but he looked very weak and his eyes were half-closed.

"You guys... did a good job... Gouchen Shangshen Jin Chengchi, I would rather destroy it than... never fall into the hands of treacherous people..."

After he finished speaking, golden light suddenly radiated from his body, and after the light dissipated, he turned into a smaller human being.

"It's you?!"

Mo Ran and Xue Meng spoke almost at the same time.

Mochizuki in front of him was the old white-haired Jiaoren who had led them to the spirit body of the Shenwuku.Mochizuki raised her head, with a look of shame in her eyes.

"It was me."

Xue Meng was surprised and said: "You, why did you lead us to the arsenal of God? Are you going to save us or harm us? If you are harming us, why do you send us ashore? If you are saving us, in case we can't crack the heart Liu Yijie, wouldn't that just be..."

Mochizuki lowered his eyes and said hoarsely: "I'm sorry. It's just the situation at the time, so I had to do this. False Gou Chen's own cultivation base is not enough, and he is using the spiritual power of the heart-picking willow to cast forbidden spells. Only when he cracks the heart-picking willow can his spells Ineffective. I have no choice but to lead you to try."

Chu WanNing shook his head, walked over, and waved to heal him.

Mochizuki let out a long sigh: "The Daoist is benevolent, there is no need. I, like everything in the pool, have reached the end of my lifespan. I was originally relying on a little aura of the heart-picking willow to survive. Since it has fallen, I will die soon."

Chu WanNing: "..."

Mochizuki said: "Death and life are orderly, you can't force it. I can see Jin Chengchi's nightmare broken before I die, and my wish has been fulfilled. It's just that the shock in the pool has affected you, and I feel really guilty."

Chu Wanning said: "It's okay.... Do you know who the person who lied and pretended to be Chen is, and what is his intention?"

Mochizuki said: "I don't know who he is. But his purpose should be to explore the three forbidden techniques by obtaining the power of the heart-picking willow."

Chu Wanning pondered and said: "The spiritual power required to perform the forbidden technique is amazing. If there is an ancient tree spirit to help, it will indeed get twice the result with half the effort."

"That's right, that person said the same thing. He said that the ancient spirit body is powerful, but it is extremely difficult to find. The only thing that can be found in the classics is the heart-picking willow."

"In fact, he only appeared not long ago. Since he took control of Jin Chengchi, he has been using the power of the pinching willow to practice the two forbidden techniques of 'Rebirth' and 'Zhenlong Chess Game' at the bottom of the lake. "

Mochizuki said, sighed, his eyes were a little empty and dull.

The ink burns in the heart.

Sure enough... Jin Chengchi's trip was completely different from his previous life. These changes all happened not long ago.What had gone wrong that changed everything?

"He was not capable enough to control living things, so he killed a large number of creatures in the lake and tried to control dead things. This time he did it, and in just a few dozen days, he killed almost all the spirit beasts in the lake They were all used up and made into chess pieces. Only a few were left for experimentation. I am one of them."

The ink burned and asked: "So when I asked for the sword, you surfaced. At that time, you were controlled by fake Gouchen?"

"No." Mochizuki closed his eyes slowly, "He can manipulate others, he can manipulate the fox demon, he can manipulate the pinching willow, but he can't manipulate me. I am the spirit beast tamed by God Gouchen at the creation of the world. Before, when I was willing to be driven by the God, I engraved his curse mark on my reverse scales, and I will be loyal to my master from now on."

"then you……"

"I have no choice but to pretend." Mochizuki sighed, "Although the intruder couldn't completely control me, the seal of God's curse has gone through millions of years after all, and it's not as effective as it was at that time. I still have a part of me. The body is affected by the false hook - when you see me, the reason why I am dumb is because my voice has been completely controlled by that person, and I can no longer listen to myself. Only when his spell fails , I can speak again."

Mo Ran asked: "Does that fake Gou Chen know that you are pretending?"

"I don't think he knows." Mochizuki looked at Mo Ran and said, "According to his plan, today he will seize your spiritual core and renew the life of the heart-picking willow. But he didn't expect that I will bring you again Go back to the arsenal and destroy Gu Liu. He didn't guard against me."

Chu Wanning suddenly said: "He may not have been wary of you, maybe he has more than enough heart but not enough power."

"What did the Taoist priest say?"

Chu Wanning said: "I vaguely feel that the fake Gouchen Shanggong is weird."

The author has something to say:

Today's small theater is a rewritten version of a plot. When I coded it, I had a brain hole. I always felt that Mo Ran was a bit lacking in this plot. After thinking about it carefully, he was short of a cigarette 2333

"After Jin Chengchi's Destruction, Modern Version" starts, beep beep!

In the secret way, the four people had their own concerns, and no one spoke again.

Mo Ran leaned against the cold wall, watching Chu Wanning embrace Xue Meng and patted his shoulder, feeling suddenly uncomfortable in his heart.

But Mo Ran didn't say anything, he just lowered his head and took out the cigarette case, and there was still the last cigarette in it.He bit it between his lips, the lighter clicked, and a cluster of sparks brightened and dimmed, reflected in his eyes, like poppies newly budding.

He took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly again. In the addictive nicotine, Mo Ran raised his eyelids, neither salty nor light, looked at them again, and turned his face away.

He leaned against the wall, putting his hands in his pockets.

No one spoke, reason let Mo Ran tell himself, give them a little time, there is always time for a cigarette, the little peacock needs comfort.

He's a heavy smoker, and he likes the rotten taste of tar on his lips and teeth.

But that day, he couldn't help resenting, the cigarette seemed extra long, damn it, he smoked it for so long and so hard, but why the hell was there still more than half of it left.

Mo Ran suddenly raised an inexplicable irritability, and he attributed this irritability to the unsatisfactory smoking.So he crushed the unfinished half of a cigarette on the wall.Then he raised his head, still put one hand in his pocket, and walked towards Chu Wanning as if he was justified.

"Teacher Chu." He looked at Chu Wanning's face, stretched out his hand and pulled Xue Meng straight, and pulled him to his side, with a lazy smile on his lips.

"Don't bother coaxing my younger brother, I'm also suffering. What's the matter, why don't you take a look, you good man will do it to the end..."

He had a smoky, hoarse voice, so he cleared his throat.

"Coax me too, brother."

Chu Wanning was speechless for a while.

It's absurd to say that what he was thinking at that time was: Is the brother I said by the grandson playing a hooligan, or does it literally mean that the relationship with Xue Meng is "a man of the same generation among relatives who is older than himself"?