"The cold moon reflects the frost and snow, and the cold mountains hold the ice pond. Eight thousand heights cannot be surpassed, and the end of the world is at this time."
Xue Meng wore deerskin gloves, brushed off the snow on the huge boulder, read the cinnabar inscription on it, and turned back and said: "Master, we are here."
The peak of the Rising Sun is full of snow all year round. At this time, a round of chanjuan is hanging high, and the stern moonlight reflects on the ice lake. Falling from the world, the stars hang thousands of miles, and the end is magnificent. It was really like walking to the end of the world, with Hao Xue's white head.
A group of people came to the lake, the mirror-smooth lake was overflowing with magnificent light, and there was a stone embankment leading to the center of the lake. There is a stone tablet standing beside the embankment. The frost and flowers on the tablet are condensed, and the stone patterns are vertical and horizontal. Only the four seal scripts of "It is difficult to travel the road" are strong and strong, and they are still clear after thousands of years. paint.
Chu nightning stopped in front of the stone embankment and said: "Jin Chengchi asks for a sword, only one person can enter at a time. Who do you go first?"
Xue Meng couldn't wait to say: "Master, I will go first!"
Chu nightning glanced at him, thought for a moment, and shook his head: "You are reckless, I am not at ease."
At this time, the teacher on the side smiled and said: "Master, let me go first, anyway, I probably can't open the ice pool."
On the vast ice lake, the teacher walked slowly to the end along the stone embankment that could only accommodate one person.
According to the rules, he condensed a mass of spiritual power in his hand, then leaned over and put his palm on the ice surface - the spiritual power of the teacher continued to pass down the ice surface, and the white light was bright and dark in the distance. flashing.
The ink burned and stood in the same place, and the ten fingers did not feel clenched and fell into the palm of the hand.
But the teacher has tried for a long time by the lake, and the ice lake is still motionless. He smiled bitterly and walked back, and said to Chu nightning: "Master, I'm sorry."
"It's okay, practice for a few years and try again."
The ink burned slightly and sighed slightly, and was even more lost than the two of them, but still comforted the teacher: "It doesn't matter, there is still a chance, I will accompany you next time."
Chu nightning said: "Don't talk so much, go forward, it's your turn."
In the previous life, when the ink burned to ask for a sword, it was a frivolous young man who had infinite expectations for Shenwu. However, in this life, he was just here to take the sword. He already knew what was waiting for him in front of him, and he no longer had that kind of tension and expectation. But there is a kind of warmth that is about to reunite with an old friend.
Walking on the stone embankment, kneeling in front of the ice lake.
Bend down and touch the ice with your palms.
The ink burned and closed his eyes.
His sheathless sword...
The sinister blade that accompanied him to see all the flowers in the world and taste the blood of the world—
Opening his eyes, the ink burned to the lake and said softly: "If you don't return, I'm here."
As if sensing the fate of the master's call, a huge black shadow suddenly rose under the ice surface of Jin Chengchi.
Suddenly, the thousand-foot ice surface shattered, and the ink burned and heard Xue Meng's exclamation on the shore, and the voice was barely audible.
"The ice has melted!!"
The tide is surging, and the pool water is soaring into the sky. A blue-black Flood Dragon burst out, each dragon scale was seven feet wide, and in an instant, the surface of Jin Cheng Pond was surging with waves, and the water was misty.
At the same time, an ancient enchantment fell on the edge of the pool, separating Chu Wanning and others from Mo Ran.
Inside the barrier, one person and one dragon looked at each other from afar.
Mo Ran squinted his eyes, facing the sky, looking up at Jiaolong.
I saw that Jiaolong was holding a pitch-black Mo saber in his mouth, without a scabbard, the ancient clumsy blade was thick but sharp, buckling iron and breaking gold. The dragon turned Mo Dao into a size suitable for mortals, slowly bowed down the radiant dragon body, and put the knife in front of the ink burning.
But it didn't look up immediately, but stared at each other with those ginger-colored pupils that were as tall as two adult men.
The eyes of the dragon are like two bronze mirrors, clearly reflecting the reflection of the burning ink. The ink burned with bated breath, waiting for it to speak.
If things don't change, then he only needs to go to the foot of the mountain to fold a plum blossom and send it to it.
Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, this dragon is not like the previous life, and he easily gave him the weapon. Instead, the dragon beard danced, and a pair of huge yellow pupils squinted up, and then it raised its front paws and burned in the ink. On the snow in front of me, I wrote two words:
mortal
The ink burned for a while.
He clearly remembered that in his previous life, this Flood Dragon could speak, so why did he become dumb in this life
After the dumb dragon finished writing these two words, it immediately denied itself, erased the handwriting with its thick scales and claws, and wrote another string of words:
No, mortals won't have such a strong aura, so, are you a protoss
Ink burning: "..."
Lao Long thought for a moment, then shook his head and wrote:
Not God, you have evil spirits in you. Are you a ghost
The ink burns the heart, what a mess! This seat is just reborn, if you have something to think about, quickly bring the knife of this seat!
However, the old dragon seemed to have seen through his eagerness to seek a knife, and suddenly raised his scaly dragon claws, and suddenly pressed Mo Dao under his claws, the other claws wiped the original traces again, and then added a handful of snow. Continue to write:
Don't take offense. I saw two other phantoms in you, which are really rare in my life. Are you a human or a ghost, a god or a devil
The ink burned his eyebrows and said: "Of course I am a human being. Does this need to be said?" It is just a person who has died once.
Lao Long paused for a while, and then wrote: A person's soul is split like this. This is really unseen, unheard of.
The ink burned to see that it was blunt with its head and tail, and couldn't help laughing: "What's so strange, it's the predecessors, how do you want to give me this knife?"
The old dragon looked at him for a while and wrote:
Then you just stand still, let me cast a spell to see your soul, and I will give you the knife, okay
"… "
Unexpectedly, it actually made such a request, and the ink burned slightly, and he hesitated.
He was thinking, what if this old thing could see what happened in his past life
But no return is in sight. The power of this Mo Dao is fierce and fierce, and it is a rare weapon in the world. If you refuse it, then it will be impossible to think about it in the future.
After hesitating for a while, the ink burned up and asked: "It can be, but senior, will you be willing to give me the knife no matter what you see on me?"
The old dragon wrote one stroke at a time:
This is the rule, and naturally it will not break its promise.
Whether I was good or evil in the past
The old dragon paused for a while, and then wrote:
Even if you were evil in the past, I can't stop you, I only hope that you will be good in the future.
The ink burned and smiled: "Well, since the seniors said so, then I naturally have nothing to push back. Please let the seniors cast a spell."
The old dragon raised his body slightly, bowed the radiant dragon body, and exhaled a breath, followed by a bright red glow on his pupils.
The ink burned his head and found that the layer of red light was actually a layer of mist. The blood mist gradually deepened, gradually covering up his reflection. After a long while, when the fog slowly dissipated, the standing figure reappeared in Lao Long's eyes.
Only this time, Mo Ran suddenly found that in addition to himself, the dragon's eyes also reflected two other vague shadows, one left and one right, standing behind him.
Mo Ran was taken aback and turned to look immediately, but there was nothing behind him, and there was a vast white snow under him. Where can there be other people
Turning his head again, the two people in the dragon's eyes became more and more clear, like something submerged in the water slowly surfaced, the ink burned and stared at it for a while, and suddenly felt that the two shadows seemed familiar - he I couldn't help but take two steps forward, but the two phantoms in the dragon's eyes suddenly changed from closed eyes to open eyes!
Teacher!
Chu nightning? !
I didn't expect it to be them. The shock of the ink burning is no small matter. I stumbled two steps, stepped back, and stammered and couldn't say a complete sentence: "How-this is-"
The three people in the old dragon's eyes stood quietly, with calm faces, without the slightest expression, just staring into the distance peacefully.
The ink burned extremely, and after a while, the red blood mist rose again, and the shadow in the dragon's eyes began to change from clear to blurred, and finally disappeared.
The old dragon snorted, his whiskers trembled, and then quickly wrote:
I can't see it through, I've never seen anyone in my life with the imprint of two other people on their soul. Really weird.
"I, my soul... have their mark?"
Yes.
After Lao Long finished writing this word, he paused for a moment, and then wrote:
I don't know what happened to you. How deep is your obsession to be entangled with others in your soul
The ink burned and stared at the crooked lines on the snow, as if choked, and his face slowly flushed.
His obsession with the teacher goes deep into the bone marrow, even if it is engraved into the soul, even if the old dragon sees that he can see the teacher together, he doesn't think it's a big deal.
But Chu nightning... What's going on
What obsession does he have with Chu Wanning
Is excessive hatred a kind of entanglement
This person and the dragon fell into contemplation, so that the lake water of Jin Chengchi had a slight wrinkle, and they never noticed it.
When the huge waves broke through the sky and the waves broke the shore, it was already too late.
I saw that the lake in Jincheng Pond was split in two as if it had been slashed by a knife and an axe, and they spewed up to the sky. The body is huge, but the horns on the head are cold, and the four claws are cold. Hundreds of them gathered together, but Lao Long was not afraid and looked at Huang Tong.
The ink burned: "What's going on?"
Lao Long paused and wrote: Go to the palace.
At a glance at these four words, the ink burned like a lightning strike.
Hook Chen Shang Palace Lord to kill and rule the world with weapons. This primordial god created the world's first sword and helped Fuxi to pacify the demon bandits.
That majestic primordial god is actually these hundreds of cows
This is too scary, and the ink burning is really unacceptable. It is in a daze outside the coke and tenderness, and suddenly I hear a vast sound of Xun in the distance.
Xun is a very ancient instrumental music, and in their age, not many people still play it. As the sound of the xun gradually approached, the beasts that were rushing towards each other slowly stagnated, and finally bent down their front legs and knelt on both sides. When the tide-like herd dissipated, a man dressed in Chinese clothes and carrying a long sword came riding on a unicorn.
The man had a handsome face, clear eyebrows, and a very gentle face.
He stood in front of the wind, with Ye Xue covering his body, the hem of his clothes was soft and fluttering, the color of the pottery xun in his hand was luscious, and he pressed his fingers lightly on the eyelet and played it beside his mouth.
As the last sound died quietly, the heads of a hundred cows suddenly turned into dew. It turned out that they were actually condensed by illusion. I saw the man put down Tao Xun, looked back and forth at the burning ink, and then smiled gently: "He is indeed a strange person who has never met in ten thousand years. It is no wonder Mochizuki would be curious about you. In Xiagou Chen Shanggong, living in Jincheng Pond. This pool. The middle weapons are all made by me. It's a joke."
Although the old dragon wrote it again, the man said it again, but the ink burned is still unbelievable, and the color changed: "Are you hooking Chen Shanggong?"
The man was not impatient, smiled and said, "It's down."
The ink burns almost to suffocation: "...Is that the Lord of Ten Thousand Soldiers?"
"Yeah." Gou Chen Shanggong raised his eyebrows slightly, with a smile in his eyes, "It seems that the later generations call me that, I'm really ashamed, but I have nothing to do, sharpen a knife and wrap a small whip or something, it's very high. Look."
Ink burning: "..."
It's really annoying for powerful people to be humble. Chu nightning said calmly, "I have three gods." This hook Chen Shanggong is even more annoying, and he actually calls the weapons he made "little knives" and "little whips". Why did he not care that Emperor Fuxi was called "little old man"
The ink burned for a long time to slow down and said: "Well, what, shouldn't you be in the realm of the gods? Why are you in this... this pool..."
"I like banging and banging, and I often disturb the little peace of the Emperor of Heaven. Instead of being scorned by him in the God Realm all day, it's better to ask yourself to leave the world."
…
The ink burned speechlessly: "How long have you been here?"
Gou Chen Shanggong pondered a little, and then smiled: "It's okay, but it's only a few hundred years younger."
"... Hundreds of years." The ink burned again, and smiled dryly, "Don't you think it's a little long?"
Gou Chen Shanggong smiled lightly, and waved his sleeves without being too concerned.
"It's not too long. Besides, after casting the sword for the Emperor of Heaven, I have lost a lot of divine power. In the God Realm where the sky is full of pearls and jade, it is boring to stay here, but it is much better here."
Although Mo Ran was quite curious about this legendary God of Killing, he didn't ask much about private matters. After thinking about it, he felt that another matter was more important, so he said: "God, you come out to see me today, you won't know. Just because you see my soul is special, right?"
"Why not? Your spiritual power is rare, it's really rare." Gou Chen Shanggong said with a smile, "I'll only give you this Mo Dao, I'm afraid it will be a talent."
The ink burned: "Haha, okay, I think this knife is very suitable for me."
"I thought so at first glance." Gou Chen Shanggong smiled, "After careful identification, I found that it is not. You have a rare talent, which makes me curious, so I came out this time to invite you to enter the lake bottom. Say. I want to see which one is most suitable for you among the thousands of weapons."
"… "
This shock can be said to be no trivial matter, even though Treading Immortal Monarch is well-informed, he is a little choked up.
The Lord of Ten Thousand Arms, you actually asked yourself to... pick a weapon
Gou Chen Shanggong saw that he did not speak, and thought he was afraid to go, so he said: "Don't worry, although there are many monsters underwater, they all obey me and will never hurt you. Mochizuki can prove it. ."
The old dragon didn't say anything, and nodded slowly beside him.
The ink burned to see that he was indeed sincerely invited, and he couldn't help but move slightly and said: "If I go, can God grant me a request?"
"any request?"
"The person who just asked for the sword is my best friend." Mo Ran said, pointing to the shore after the enchantment, and showing him the teacher, "He just couldn't ask for the sword, so I thought, if I am satisfied God's wish, can God also satisfy my wish and give him a weapon?"
"What do I think it is, this is just a gesture of effort." Gou Chen Shanggong laughed, and suddenly waved his hand, and the ancient enchantment that reached the sky instantly vanished.
"It's easy. Let all three of them come over. If you have a weapon you like, just take it."
The ink burned and was overjoyed. I didn't expect to break through the iron shoes like this, and it took no effort to get it. The teacher can get Shenwu, which makes him more excited than he will get a more powerful weapon. Immediately agreed to Gou Chen Shanggong, when the teacher and the others came, and told the three things again, the teacher and Xue Meng's eyes opened wider and wider, and even Chu nightning was slightly moved.
Gou Chen Shanggong looked at the side, and suddenly seemed to realize something, "Huh?" With a sound, he stared at Chu Wanning.
"It's you?"