The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

When he said this, Mo Ran couldn't help agreeing.

Master is right.

False Gouchen had a faint aura. Mo Ran originally thought it was his own illusion, but since Chu Wanning also felt it, the possibility of it being an illusion is very small.

The smell of dead bodies.

——This Gou Chen Shanggong is not only not himself, he is even not a living person at all!

In other words, the hands behind the scenes only took a corpse, used it as a puppet for themselves, and pretended to be the god of soldiers.He didn't even show up in person.

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly a low sympathetic smile came from Jin Chengchi.

Immediately afterwards, a pale body leaped out of the water with a whizzing sound like a sharp arrow, and that fake Gou Chen Shanggong jumped into the air, but his descriptive behavior became extremely terrifying at this moment, his whole body shrank together, It seems that snakes are shedding their skins and silkworms are breaking out of their cocoons.

"Wanye Yuheng, Big Dipper Immortal Venerable. Grandmaster Chu, you really deserve your reputation."

The fake hook hangs above the sparkling lake, and the face that looks like the peeling off of the painted skin seems to be twisted into an almost distorted smile.

"For a person like you, why didn't the Confucianism school fail to keep you?"

Chu Wanning said coldly: "Who is your Excellency?"

"You don't have to just know who I am." False Gou Chen said, "I won't let you know who I am either. You just think I'm a person who should have died long ago, and crawled out of hell again, looking for you guys Let the gentleman take his life!"

Mochizuki said sternly: "The younger generation is shameless! The heart-picking willow has been destroyed. With your spiritual power, if you don't have the power of the sacred tree, it is absolutely impossible to perform forbidden spells, and you will not be able to do evil!"

False Gou Chen sneered and said: "You old loach, you're almost dead, and you're here to spoil my big business. How can you talk here? Get out of here!"

Chu Wanning suddenly said: "Your Excellency, Bai Zi, do you have a share in talking?"

The so-called "Baizi", as the name suggests, refers to the most special kind of chess piece in Zhenlong chess game.

When the caster finds a newly dead corpse and pours a part of his soul into the corpse, that part of the soul will fuse with the corpse to form a "white son" as white as jade.

"Bai Zi" is different from the ordinary "Hei Zi" who simply follow orders. In other words, Bai Zi is actually a stand-in for the caster. Except that his mana is not as good as his body, he can think and act independently, and what they see and hear is also the same. All can empathize with the ontology.

When the fake Gou Chen's identity was revealed, he clapped his hands and laughed loudly: "Okay, good! Good!!"

After the three "yes", the false appearance became more and more distorted. It seemed that the body's spells were about to run out, and Bai Zi's actions could not be maintained, gradually revealing the original shape of the corpse he occupied.

"Chu Wanning, don't be self-righteous. Do you think it's useful to stop me today? Even if the heart-picking willow is destroyed, my body can still find other sources of spiritual power. It's you instead."

As he said, his gradually cloudy eyes suddenly passed Chu Wanning maliciously and fell on Mo Ran.

Suddenly startled!

False Gouchen was quite mocking, and said word by word: "If you think that I am the only one who knows the three forbidden arts in this world, then I am afraid that you will not live for long."

Chu Wanning frowned, and said sharply, "What do you mean by that?"

However, that fake Gou Chen suddenly stopped talking, and he froze for a moment. Suddenly, his whole body burst into stinky fragments, and a jade-white chess piece burst out from his body. Into the fine waves of Jin Chengchi.

It seems that the fake Gouchen's main body in the dark has finally completely exhausted its spiritual power after losing the help of the heart-picking willow.

At the same time, Mochizuki, who almost also survived by the spiritual power of the heart-picking willow, staggered two steps, fell back to the ground with a plop, and said in a low voice, "Ah..."

Xue Meng said in surprise: "Watching the moon!"

Mo Ran also said: "Watching the moon!"

The four of them all came to Lao Jiao's side, and when the moon was exhausted and the lamp dried up, their lips turned pale.He looked at them, his throat was as hoarse as a crow at dusk.

"You, please...don't believe the nonsense of that person just now. What he said is far more false than true..."

The teacher's brows were full of concern and sorrow, and he said in a gentle voice: "Senior, don't talk anymore, I'll heal your wounds."

"No, there's no need. Things that even your master can't do...you...you..." Mochizuki coughed violently several times, and then panted, "there have been many people who have come to Jin Chengchi to seek swords these years. However, …Since the villain entered the pool, the Heart-picking Willow was unwilling to use the fetish left by its master for him, and destroyed tens of thousands of weapons. The only thing left...is...a willow vine with comparable strength. Take, a God Saber..."

Mentioning this section, Xue Meng's expression was even darker, he pursed his lips, and remained silent.

"Liu Teng... Liu Teng has returned to this little Taoist leader." Mochizuki looked at Mo Ran, "At that time by the lake, I told you that I couldn't stop you from doing evil in the past. I only hope that you will do good in the future...but in fact ...In fact, according to the master's wish, Shenwu should only be owned by kind-hearted people in the end. So, I hope you can...you can..."

Mo Ran saw that he was struggling to speak, so he stopped his words and said, "Don't worry, senior, I understand."

Jiaoren murmured: "That's good... that's good... then I... I'm relieved..."

He looked up at the sky, his lips trembling slightly.

"People say that Jin Chengchi begs for a sword, and underwater monsters will... make some requests. Most of the requests in the past... were to test the character of the comer, but there are occasional exceptions..."

Mochizuki's voice gradually became weaker and weaker, and the eyes seemed to have thousands of years of time passing through the flow like a revolving lantern.

"I abide by the master's agreement. Since he left, I will guard Jincheng Lake and never leave...Unexpectedly, this guarding will last for millions of years...The scenery of mountains and rivers I saw when I was young...The rest of my life...is...actually... I've never... seen..."

He turned his head slowly, looking at Mo Ran as if praying, his old eyes shone with some warm and moist luster.

At that moment, Mo Ran suddenly knew what he was going to say.

Sure enough, Mochizuki said softly: "Xiao Daochang, the plum blossoms on the mountainside are bright and beautiful all the year round. When I was young, I liked it very much. Since you have obtained the martial arts, may you... may you wish..."

Mo Ran just wanted to say, okay, I will fold it for you.

But before he even had time to say yes, the light in Mochizuki's golden brown eyes suddenly went out.

Jiangnan has nothing, just give a sprig of spring.

The snow-capped mountains in the distance are majestic, and the lake surface is golden, and a round of red light from the rising sun spreads into the pool, breaking into dots of sad red in the surging waves.

Mochizuki dies.

He was one of the first batch of giant dragons when the world was created. He once shook the world, called wind and rain, and once bowed his head and surrendered, and carried the king to travel.Everyone said that he had a curse seal on his body, and he must not betray the old master.But he didn't know that he respected Gou Chen for ten thousand years.

In the vast human world, there are very few creatures who remember the creation of the world.But Mochizuki knew that although the real Gouchen Shanggong was a demon mixed blood, his mother was forced by the demon, not willingly.Gou Chen hated the demon clan, and returned to Fuxi's command, and used his own domineering demon blood to create the first sharp sword in the world for Fuxi.Assist Fuxi to quell the demon bandits and sweep Kyushu.

However, after the reunification of heaven and earth, Fuxi harbored suspicions towards him because he had drawn half of the demonic blood from Shanggong.Gou Chen Shanggong was not confused. A hundred years later, he invited himself to leave the God Realm and come to the mortal world.

Along the way, he saw the suffering of all living beings, and he felt that he should not have created a "sword" and regretted it a lot.So he collected many weapons that he had left behind in the world, sealed them up in the arsenal in Jincheng Lake, planted a heart-picking willow, and told the creatures in the lake that anyone who seeks a sword must have a benevolent heart in order to be worthy of possessing martial arts.

But now, Gou Chen is gone, Mochizuki has passed away.

Under Jin Chengchi, there is no more martial arts, no more people, all sins and repentances, distortions and attachments, are all wiped out like a falling heart-picking willow.

For a while, no one spoke. In the heavy snow, the four bright red stone tablets with the words "difficult to travel" beside Jincheng Pool were still the same as when they first saw them. There is suffering.

Just like when they first boarded Xuying Peak, they didn't know what kind of bloody story was hidden behind this "difficult planned journey".

Mo Ran looked at the sky, above the cliff, a lone eagle flew by in the snow.

He suddenly thought: In his previous life, Mochizuki gave him the Modao, and that Modao was powerful, but in this life, the Modao he saw was just a counterfeit, and the knife that really belonged to him had probably self-destructed in the heart-picking willow. Among them, there is no chance to see them in this life.

After a while, he inexplicably remembered again.

Back then, he came to Jincheng Lake to ask for a sword.

On that day, Mochizuki emerged from the water, looking at him with gentle and friendly golden eyes, and then said to him.

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"The plum blossoms on the mountainside are in full bloom. Can you pick one and give it to me?"

Mo Ran closed his eyes and gently covered his eyelids with his arms.

In her previous life, she didn't know what was going on under the pond, so she thought that what Mochizuki wanted was nothing more than a mediocrity...

It has been many days since I returned to the pinnacle of life and death.

Chu Wanning's shoulder was severely injured, and the three teenagers were all exhausted, so they rested in Daicheng for many days before leaving for Shu.

Xue Meng didn't tell Xue Zhengyong and Mrs. Wang about the matter of seeking the sword. He was as arrogant as him.Chu Wanning saw it in his eyes, and couldn't bear it in his heart, so he buried his head in the scrolls all day long, hoping to find another way to get a god for Xue Meng.Or, is there any other method in the world that can make mortals rival the magic weapon?

In addition, who is that fake Gou Chen, and where is his true self now?What is the meaning of the last sentence spoken by the fake "Baizi" before he blew himself up?

There are too many things to worry about. The candlelight of the Honglian Waterside Library Pavilion shines day and night, the copper pot drips, and the complicated bamboo slips are spread all over the floor. In the depths of the case file is Chu Wanning's slightly tired face.

"Yuheng, your shoulder is injured like this, don't take chances." Xue Zhengyi sat next to him holding a cup of hot tea and muttered, "Elder Tanlang is good at medical skills. If you are free, ask him to show you Look."

"It's okay, it's starting to heal."

Xue Zhengyong clicked his tongue: "No, no, look at you, your complexion has been sour since you came back. Ten people saw you, and nine of them said that you looked like you were going to pass out at any time. I think the wound is evil. , maybe there is a poison or something, you should be more careful."

Chu Wanning raised his eyelids: "I seem to be fainting?" He paused and sneered, "Who said that?"

Xue Zhengyong: "..."

"Oh Yuheng, don't always treat yourself like iron and others like paper."

Chu WanNing said: "I know it myself."

Xue Zhengyi muttered silently, the shape of his mouth looked like "how many farts do you have".Fortunately, Chu Wanning concentrated on reading and didn't see his small movements.

After chatting for a while, Xue Zhengyi saw that it was late, patted his buttocks and stood up, ready to go back to accompany his wife. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Chu Wanning: "Yuheng, you go to bed earlier. If you look like this, let Meng Son knows, he must die of guilt."

Chu WanNing simply ignored him.

Xue Zhengyi was stunned, a little embarrassed, scratched his head, and left.

After Chu Wanning drank the medicine, he returned to the front of the case and continued to check the files. He saw that he was faintly dizzy behind him. He supported his forehead and felt slightly sick.

However, this nausea is fleeting, and Chu Wanning only thinks that he is tired, so he doesn't care.

It was late at night, and he finally felt drowsy, and fell asleep with frowning eyebrows.He was wearing wide sleeves as a pillow on the side of the mountain of files, and there was an unfinished scroll between his knees.

That night, he had a dream.

Unlike ordinary dreams, this dream picture is vivid and real.

He was standing in the Alchemy Hall, the pinnacle of death and life, but this Alchemy Hall was different from what he knew, and many details of the furnishings had been changed. Before he could take a closer look, the door of the main hall suddenly opened, and the crimson curtain fluttered.

Someone walked in.

"Master."

The visitor had handsome features, black and purple eyes, although he looked like a young man, when the corners of his mouth were curled up, he looked childish.

"Ink burning?"

Chu Wanning stood up and just wanted to walk over, but found that four iron chains flowing with spiritual power were buckled on his ankles, restraining himself and unable to move.

After being shocked and furious, Chu Wanning stared at the chains on his ankles in disbelief for a moment, his face twisted in anger, and he was so speechless that he raised his head and said sharply after a long time: "Mo Weiyu, are you rebelling? Untie it for me." !"

The person who came didn't seem to have heard his angry shout, with a lazy smile on his face and deep dimples, he walked over and pinched his chin.

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Bonus character card sticker No. 3

Gou Chen Shang Gong (really true, not fake)

word: no

Posthumous title: Are you kidding me?

Occupation: Ruler of weapons in the world, master of killing and fighting, good at forging swords, guarding the way of righteousness

To put it simply: sharpen the scissors, sharpen the kitchen knife~

Social outlook: Lord of all soldiers

To put it simply: Chairman of Shenzhou No. [-] Weapons Company

Favorite: reciting poems

Favorite food: Shennong Wugu

Dislikes: fighting

Also hate: unemployment

The most painful thing: others will lose their jobs if they don’t fight

Height: The height of the god is a secret and cannot be revealed