The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Xiaolong came and went like the wind, and after only a cup of tea, he rushed back from the window, shouting loudly: "I found it, I found it, there are many traces of spells in this inn, wow ha ha ha."

"Little Loach, are you yelling so loudly, are you afraid that the neighbors won't be able to hear what you're saying?" Mo Ran leaned over the table, stretched out his fingers and stroked Xiaolong's body, and the dragon's tail flicked and patted on the back of his hand , but it is made of paper after all, not only does not hurt, but itches a bit.

"You annoying little boy, don't touch me. I'm not married yet, so I let you touch it for no reason. How can I be a dragon in the future?"

The ink burned and laughed: "What? You are a dragon made of paper, and you still want to marry?"

"Wow! Bah, bah, bah! You're made of paper! You bitch!"

"Why do you call me dog? Your surname is Xue, right?"

"My surname is Xue? Hmph, you are ignorant. This seat is a dragon holding a candle with a great reputation. It opens its eyes for the sun, closes its eyes for night, exhales for summer, and inhales for winter. If you don't change your surname, you can sit without changing your name." , Zhu Jiuyin is also!"

"……Can't understand."

"Wow!" Xiaolong spun around angrily, and bumped his two-finger-wide head against the candlestick, knocking the lights down, tears swaying.Mo Ran hurried to help, but when he stretched out his hand, he was bitten by Xiaolong. Unfortunately, the paper teeth were neither painful nor itchy. Zhu Jiuyin was dragged by Mo Ran and thrown aside, and slapped against Chu Wanning's lapel in the air. , drooping.

"Chu Wanning." Xiaolong softly raised a beard, and poked Chu Wanning's clothes weakly, "The dog thief hit me."

Chu Wanning was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, took him down, and patted him on the table: "What kind of barriers are there outside?"

"Hmph, do you dare to call me Prince Long three times? If you call me, then—"

Chu Wanning stared at him coldly: "Say."

"..."

Xiaolong was buried, his body was swollen, his beard was soaring to the sky, a pair of mung bean eyes stared at Chu Wanning angrily, and the noble dragon's mouth was half open, panting heavily, after a while, he spit out A mouthful of ink came.

Chu Wanning narrowed his eyes: "If you want to waste pen and ink again, I will burn you." Then he went to lift its tail, and made a gesture to lift it to the fire, "Make you a real candle dragon."

"Okay! You're amazing! You're amazing! Let me tell you! Is it okay if I say it? Really!"

Xiaolong poohed several times, spit out some ink, and muttered in a low voice: "It's so fierce, it's no wonder why every time I see you, I don't have a wife for so many years!"

"Hey?" Mo Ran blinked, secretly went to see Chu Wanning, and said with a malicious smile, "Didn't Master say that there is a teacher?"

"..." Chu Wanning ignored him, his eyebrows sank, and he yelled at Xiaolong angrily, "You talk too much, don't write quickly!"

"Hmph! Smelly man!"

Putong lying on the rice paper that had been laid out long ago, Xiaolong used his power to condense the ink on the center of his claws, and moaned and whimpered to draw a crooked dog crawling amulet on the end of the paper.

No wonder he couldn't directly dictate what spells he had seen, because his paper-headed brain had limited intelligence, and he couldn't tell what the original spells were just from the traces, so he had to follow the gourd to wipe out everything he saw.Fortunately, Chu Wanning was able to recognize and distinguish, lowered his eyes, and slowly said the name of each spell.

Xiaolong drew a waning moon.

Chu WanNing: "Anshen Jue. Someone here has insomnia."

Xiaolong drew a seven-star formation.

"Xing Yu Jue. Someone set up a sentry here for defense."

Xiaolong drew a rouge box.

"...Beautiful Beauty Art."

Mo Ran laughed loudly, raised his hand and said: "I know this, the little girl's little curse for beauty at night is the sphenoid beauty table?"

Chu Wanning didn't comment. It seemed that he was a little anxious because he even drew a few traces of innocuous spells. His slender fingers tapped twice on the wooden table, and he frowned and said, "Draw the next one."

Xiaolong drew another heart.

The ink burned strangely: "What is this?"

"Clear Heart Jue." Chu Wanning said irritably, "It's useless, someone is just meditating. Next."

Xiaolong chirped and drew another dog's head.

"...... Beast Taming Art..." Chu Wanning held his forehead, "You, choose important paintings, such as those that are touching your face, those that tease dogs, those that coax people to sleep, don't draw them. Next .”

Xiaolong raised his head, blew his beard and stared, "You're really picky!"

"painting!"

Afraid of being thrown onto the candlestick and becoming a real "candle dragon", the paper-headed little dragon had no choice but to hold two small soft paws and wipe it off on the paper. People think it is very mysterious and profound.

"It looks like two circles, then a cross, and then another vertical bar going straight down. It's a bit of a yin and yang gossip." Mo Ran opened his eyes wide, "Master, this is not the mysterious person left on the weapon..."

"No." Chu Wanning only glanced at it, and his forehead felt a little painful, "Voice-changing technique."

"Oh? What do you do?"

"Someone is born dissatisfied with their own voice, or out of other needs, want to change their own voice, the voice change technique can be done, it is not a difficult technique." Chu Wanning paused and said, "But The voice-changing technique will damage the throat if used for a long time, and it is often difficult to restore the original voice... This spell is a bit strange, I don't know who is using it."

Mo Ran listened, but smiled: "That's it, that's not surprising."

Chu Wanning sighed, just about to say the next one, suddenly startled, as if thinking of something, the fog in the eyes was blowing, and suddenly turned his head to look at Mo Ran.

"It's not surprising...do you know something?"

"What can I know? I just feel that someone is dissatisfied with my voice. It's quite normal. Maybe it's that Song girl. Maybe her voice is rough and hoarse, and she wants to make it more pleasant?"

"..." Chu Wanning flicked his sleeves and said, "I've been thinking wildly all day." Turning his head and saying to Xiaolong: "Look at the next one."

Xiaolong drew another heart.

The ink burned: "Oh, didn't the master say that you don't need to draw the Qingxin Jue?"

"Bah, little kid, what do you know?" Xiaolong glared at him angrily, slapped his tail violently, made an ink mark on his heart, rubbed it away again, and wiped the whole heart blacked out.

"What is this? Black Heart Art?"

Chu Wanning seemed embarrassed, and said silently for a while: "No. It should be the formula of love."

"what is that?"

"It's similar to the love pill that Xuanyuan will sell." Chu Wanning said, "Bewitching people's minds, making people feel love for themselves, and so on. It is usually used by women."

Mo Ran opened his eyes wide: "No way? Could it be Song Qiutong..."

"How do I know this kind of thing." Chu Wanning seemed very annoyed, and said with a flick of his sleeves, "Other people's emotional matters, they care so much about what to do, they want to mess around, let them go."

"But Chu Wanning, are you really not interested in this love formula?" Xiaolong said happily, flicking his tail, "I think this spell is interesting. If you are willing to call me Prince Long three times, I will..."

Chu Wanning lowered his eyes, murderous: "Shut up, draw the next one."

"Hmph! You'll regret it!"

"Do you paint or not?"

But Xiaolong stopped drawing, sat down with a gulu, and scratched his belly with his short paws.

Chu Wanning said coldly: "Why, is it because you are out of ink?"

"Stupid, there's no more time." Xiaolong rolled his eyes, "I've drawn so many spells, you still don't think it's enough, no no no, that's all, other than these, the inn is clean, what? No spells."

Listening to what it said, the expressions of Chu Wanning and Mo Ran changed slightly, and Mo Ran said: "Is this gone?"

"It's gone."

Chu Wanning said: "There is no spell to measure the spiritual root?"

"No."

The two masters and apprentices looked at each other, and there were expressions of disbelief on each other's faces.It must be known that if the mysterious person wants to find out new spirit body essence through Xuanyuanhui, he must leave a measuring spell mark on Shenwu, but now it seems that Shenwu is clean, and there are no spells Attachment—Could it be that they misunderstood from the beginning that the appearance of this Mo Dao has nothing to do with the mysterious person?

Seeing that the two were silent, Xiaolong leaped into the air again, turned left and right, and hummed: "Hey, you should take care of me, I am very tired of drawing things. Is there anyone to applaud me?"

Xu is that Chu Wanning was restless in his heart. Seeing that it was still so noisy, he simply waved his sleeves and raised his hand, and summoned a yellow talisman in the air. Seeing this, Xiaolong screamed and yelled again and again: "I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it! I don't want it!!" But in the blink of an eye, he was sucked in by the talisman and became a painting on the paper. Chu Wanning tapped his fingertips again, and the dragon on the painting slowly disappeared.

Before disappearing, it blinked humiliatingly at Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning said: "I'll call you again if I have something to do."

Xiaolong cried bitterly and said: "Zhong Wuyan has something to do, Xia Yingchun has nothing to do, Chu Wanning, Chu Wanning, you are so fickle..."

"Go back, you!" Chu Wanning, who was still talking to it, heard the words, his black eyebrows stood up angrily, and he folded the spell in half with a slap, and took it back into his sleeve.

At night, Chu Wanning sleeps on the bed, and Mo Ran sleeps on the ground.

Both of them were a little preoccupied.

I didn't expect that there were no spells on Shenwu. Did the mysterious person master the method of measuring spiritual roots that they didn't know, or was that person just in no hurry and didn't plan to find the person with the most spiritual power right now?

"Ink burning."

In the dark, he calls him.

Mo Ran responded naturally: "Huh?"

"Let's go back to the summit of death and life tomorrow."

Suddenly opened his eyes.

"what?"

"That person can even miss the Xuanyuan meeting. There should be other ways to find out. I'm afraid there will be no results if we continue to investigate like this. Let's go back to the summit of death and life first. I will let the lord secretly trust the other nine sects so that they can go through it first." Check if there is any spirit body essence under my sect, if there is, then protect it first, it is better than waiting for rabbits."

"How can this be done? What if that mysterious person is one of the top ten sects?"

"It may be very small. Even if it is, it doesn't matter. He already knew that we were after him. It's not bad."

"Then how can the master teach those masters to listen to their uncle?" Mo Ran said blankly, "Is it possible that the master wants to tell them everything?"

"It's not necessary, and they may not believe it." Chu Wanning said lightly, "I have my own way."

The ink burned curiously: "What method?"

"Apprentice."

"!!"

"I will talk to the lord, let him tell the other nine sects that there are often gaps in the enchantment of the ghost world, which harms the Quartet. Yuheng, the peak of death and life, will accept up to five disciples as apprentices, and teach the supernatural enchantment, killing Barrier and other techniques." Chu Wanjing said quietly, "Those sects have invited me to be the Mu Qing many times because of these enchantment techniques. If I let the word go out and I am willing to teach you, I am not afraid that they will not come. I just Accepting high-level spirit bodies as disciples, in order to select talents, those sect leaders must obediently test the roots of all the disciples under the sect, and our goal has been achieved."

Mo Ran didn't agree, and in the dark, his face was blue: "You, you want to accept disciples again?"

"Random."

Chu WanNing turned over and seemed to be a little sleepy at last, and his voice became lighter.

"I asked them to report their names first after they found it, and then I asked them to practice ordinary enchantment by themselves. After three years, if any of them can really persist, then accept it..."

In the dark, hearing the gradually confused words of the man on the couch, Mo Ran only felt that he had kicked a jar of vinegar in his chest, which made his heart ache.

Accept apprentices again?

You only accepted three in your previous life, and you were very picky. Why aren’t you picky in this life?How can you just accept it!

I wanted to talk to him several times, but when it came to my lips, I became silent again.

Chu WanNing didn't know that Mo Ran's jealous sea was overwhelmed, and finally fell asleep.

It was very cold at night, Mo Ran got up in his clothes, and called him three or two times in a low voice. Seeing that he didn't respond, he quietly opened the door and left the bedroom.

The aisle of the inn was quiet, only a few red silk lanterns shimmering safely, reflected on the wooden floor, rippling orange reflections.

Although Chu Wanning has already experienced the martial arts.

But the ink burns, but he hasn't experienced his return.

You must know that if Shenwu is within a hundred feet of his master, he can call him back by casting a spell.At that time, in Xuanyuan Pavilion, Mo Ran didn't have time to perceive whether it was a weapon from his previous life, so how could he miss this opportunity at this time?

A layer of blood-red light floated on the fingertips.

Slowly falling eyelashes, Mo Ran whispered: "No return, call!"

After a few pauses, suddenly a dull knife sounded in the distance, the sound was extremely soft, but it hit the eardrums, like a heavy hammer hitting his heart.

Mo Ran opened his eyes suddenly: "No return!"

Whether or not to return, the Mo Dao was screaming, weeping blood, and roared in a low voice, as if it was rushing towards him through the waves of blood, rolling in the world of mortals.He could almost hear the non-return crying, screaming hoarsely, it was trapped, imprisoned by something Mo Ran didn't know.

It can feel that the master is calling him, but he can't come in response, something is missing, and he has severed his connection with it.

But they once had a contract, they once saw the splendid rivers and mountains on high places together, they also waited for death together, and heard the last lingering warmth of Wushan Palace.

Man and Shenwu are disconnected, the flesh and blood are torn apart by some force, but the tendons are still connected together.

Mo Ran's eyes were wet and red, and he murmured: "No return..."

It's you.

Why can't you come back.

Who is holding you back.

Yes……

"squeak"

There was a soft push of the door.

But in this breathless darkness, it was like a thunderclap.

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Little Paper Dragon: Zhong Wuyan has nothing to do, Xia Yingchun has nothing to do!Chu Wanning, you are a flirtatious man!You let me out! ! !