Before the ink burned, he heard a sharp and piercing voice shouting behind him: "Let me go, let me go! Let me go first!"
Is that the salamander? !
The salamander leaned forward with the heavy stones on its back, as usual, came to the pharmacy at the time, and shouted, "I can't take it anymore! Come and save my life!"
A white-haired Jiao Ren swims out—but his Jiao Tai is completely different from other Jiao Ren, his body is full of gold, shimmering with gorgeous luster, and his full hair is tied with simple hairpins, hanging down on his shoulders. Although his face is full of wrinkles, his face is well-proportioned, his nose is straight and straight, his lips are well-curved, and his golden eyes are hazy. It is conceivable that this gentleman should have been very handsome when he was young.
The ink burned.
It wasn't like this before, what about the Qing Jiao
The elderly Jiaoren glanced at them from a distance, but did not speak. Instead, he came to the threshold, bent over, and took down the stones that the cockroach was carrying, piece by piece.
The last stone was moved away, and the illusion was shattered because of this. Almost at the same time, all the ghosts and ghosts in the market froze, then paralyzed and drained pus, turning into the foul-smelling blood that permeated the lake.
The lake water was dyed red in an instant. As the color of the blood became darker and darker, Mo Ran and Chu nightning soon had difficulty seeing things in the distance, and then they could not see clearly in the near distance. Finally, they were scarlet. It is hard to see five fingers.
Chu nightning said: "Ink burning."
The ink burned so well that he didn't even need to say anything more to Chu nightning, and said: "Master, don't worry, I am here."
Chu nightning didn't say much, or his mouth was too stupid, he was silent for a while, and only said: "Be careful in everything."
The blood is blurred, and the ink can't see the face that is not discolored when the sky falls, but it is easier to perceive the concern in the voice of the master. He rarely felt the warmth of Chu Wanning on weekdays. At this moment, he suddenly felt a heat in his chest, and tightened the other's hand, and said, "Okay."
The two were close to each other back to back, and although they couldn't see each other, they could feel each other's heartbeat and breath. The situation was treacherous, Chu nightning summoned Tianwen, and the ink burned the spiritual force at this time, and then summoned the ghost.
Shortly after the two called out their respective gods, the ink burned suddenly: "Master, look over there!"
Chu nightning turned sideways, just at the door of the pharmacy where the old man was picking up stones, dozens of white spots of different sizes suddenly appeared on the ground. The two went hand in hand, and when they got closer, they found that those light spots were indeed the stones left by the scorpion before.
These dozens of stones were neatly arranged into three rows by the old Jiaoren, and each stone was exuding a soft radiance.
Slowly, in front of the stone, a figure gradually appeared, and it seemed that it was still the white-haired Jiaoman just now.
The ink burned and tried to ask: "Who are you?"
The person didn't answer, he looked at Chu nightning, then looked at the ink burning, then raised his hand silently, and pointed to the stones on the ground.
The ink burned and asked: "You want us to pick up this stone?"
The white-haired Jiao Ren nodded, then stretched out a finger.
"Yeah... what do you mean by picking up a piece?"
The white-haired Jiao Ren nodded, shook his head again, pointed to the ink burning, and pointed to Chu Wanning.
The ink burned and understood: "Is one person picking up a piece?"
This time, the white-haired Jiaoman nodded vigorously, then stopped moving, staring at the two people with wide eyes.
The ink burned and asked: "Master, do you want to listen to him?"
"Just do as he said, there is no other way for the time being anyway."
So the two of them each picked a stone to pick up. Unexpectedly, the fingertips only touched the stone, and a bizarre brilliance flashed in front of them. When everything came to a standstill, the endless blood red suddenly disappeared.
Taking a closer look, they were actually teleported to the arsenal of the gods!
"Master!!"
"Master, Ah Ran!!"
Xue Meng and Shi Mei were actually here. When they saw Chu Wanning, they were both surprised and happy, and they were coming. I didn't expect that the luminous stone was actually attached to the transmission curse. Chu nightning was still slightly disgusted by the rapid rotation of the just now. He put one hand on his forehead, but he still held the ink tightly with the other.
In the blood lake, the ink burned with his hands and never separated.
Chu nightning's identity is due to the fact that there is rarely a chance to be associated with the ink burning. Most of the time, he can only stand not far away and watch the apprentices be intimate.
Therefore, the rare warmth in the palm of his hand actually caused him to give birth to some careful cherishing...
"Teacher!"
However, to him, it is a precious warmth, in the eyes of another person, it may be as light as a shoe, it may not be worth mentioning, and more likely, it may not even be noticed.
At the moment of seeing the teacher, the ink burned naturally and let go.
Chu nightning's fingertips moved slightly, and for a moment, he seemed to want to hold him.
But what's the reason
He no longer has the courage to like others.
I don't want to lose even that little bit of poor pride.
Looking at the ink burning and seeing the teacher smiling so happily, he hugged the teacher so naturally, and rubbed the other party's hair.
Chu nightning's fingertips hung down.
With some embarrassment, with some embarrassment.
Fortunately.
The face is always light, and the growth of joy, anger and sadness is not so obvious.
It was probably because he was getting old and stiff, and the teleportation array had been spinning for a long time, and his heart was a little cold.
But fortunately, the fingertips still have a little heat.
With the residual warmth that would soon dissipate, he slowly stood up, straightened his expression and eyes, and cleaned up.
"Master, are you okay? Why is your face so pale..."
Chu nightning nodded towards Xue Meng and said, "It's okay."
After a while, he asked again, "You were also sent by that merman?"
Before Xue Meng spoke, he heard a burst of bubbles. Chu nightning turned back and suddenly saw half a bloody face, followed by a slam in the boiling sword-casting pool, and a person with a twisted figure came out!
This is by no means a mortal, or a living person, and no mortal can dunk in the scalding molten iron and still survive. On the other hand, although this person's skin was scorched and his flesh was blurred, he was obviously still out of breath. Four chains locked his limbs, immobilizing him in the furnace and suffering.
He slowly opened his eyes, bowed to the crowd again and again, his eyes pleading, and urged them to gather by the sword-casting pool.
He couldn't speak, but it wasn't that he couldn't express it at all. I saw him waving the bones and arms hanging from flesh and blood. The molten iron rolling in the pool suddenly made a small wave, and the wave slowly twisted into several lines in the air. ancient text.
Xue Meng was shocked: "What is this word? Why can't you understand one?"
Chu nightning: "It is an ancient book of Cangjie, which has not been taught to you yet."
The ink burned: "Then - what is this written?"
Chu nightning stepped forward to distinguish and said: "... He wants to... ask for help."
According to legend, Cangjie ancient books are celestial words, which are scattered in the world, and there are very few people who will meet. Even a generation of masters like Chu Wanning cannot recognize all the words. But the general content is still easy to read.
Chu nightning looked at it carefully for a while, and slowly translated: "He said, he is the spirit of this willow tree. It is called Picking Heart Willow. When he was still a seedling, he was hooked to Chen Shanggong from the Seventh Heaven of the God Realm. Brought to the world. After that, Gou Chen abandoned the world for unknown reasons, and Pinxin Liu never saw him again, and he didn't know whether he was dead or alive."
"But regardless of whether Gouchen Shanggong is present or not, Pingxin Liu has always followed his instructions for hundreds of thousands of years, guarding Jin Chengchi and taking care of the arsenal of the gods. Gradually, nourished by spiritual energy, he transformed into a human form. Then, Everything is as usual, until one day, there is one-" Chu nightning suddenly stopped and did not read down.
The ink burned strangely: "What's wrong?"
"...I don't know these three words. It seems to be a personal name." Chu nightning said, raising his hand and pointing at the complicated words, "In short, this person came to Jinchengchi. He is powerful and ruthless, and will All the creatures in the pool were killed, and they were manipulated by the Zhenlong chess game. Pinching Liu was not spared."
The ink burned immediately: "This person, eight achievements are the fake gouchen!"
When Pinxin Liu heard what he said, his eyes lit up, and he immediately nodded his head twice.
"... I guessed it right." Mo Ran smiled a little embarrassedly and scratched his head, "Haha, I didn't think I was quite smart."
Chu nightning glanced at him lightly and continued:
"Over the years, the topping willow has been in a state of dementia, and has never been awake for half a day. Fortunately, the other two pieces of willow that used to be in the same breath as it - Tianwen and Hell, have both awakened. With their power , Let Pinxin Liu recover his consciousness for the time being. Otherwise, I'm afraid it would have run out of control at this time, causing harm to everyone present."
"Everyone present" heard it, or they were in disbelief, or had lingering fears. The three teenagers raised their heads and stared at the spirit body in the sword casting pool, not knowing how to chew its self-report.
The ink burned: "Senior Liu—"
Xue Meng: "Senior Liu?"
"Otherwise, what is it called, is it a senior?" The ink burned Xue Meng's eyes and continued, "I said something you might not like to hear. Your words are really hard to justify."
Although Pinxin Liu couldn't speak, but he could understand what the ink burned, he turned his face.
The ink burned: "You first said that you were bewitched by fake Gouchen, and then you said that you regained consciousness, which was affected by Tianwen and ghosts after waking up. But ghosts were given to me by fake Gouchen, doesn't he know? What are the consequences of this?"
Picking Liu shook his head, and the words in front of Chu nightning changed.
"I am a tree species in the God Realm. He doesn't know me well, and he doesn't know that divine martial arts can affect my mind. He needs my strength to study the three forbidden techniques. I've been looking for a way to prolong my life. But I really don't want to live anymore, I'd rather die than play for the tiger, but unfortunately I'm controlled by others, and I can't help myself..."
Chu nightning read this and pondered slightly: "So he let the ink burn to the bottom of the water, the ink burning is the essence of wood spirit, the abacus of the fake hook Chen must be to combine the ink burning and the ghostly power into one. , offering sacrifices to you."
Picking Willow nodded.
The ink burned still puzzled: "But the fake hook said that there are two wood spirit essences, and the master is one of them. Why did he lock me up alone?"
Xingxin Liu wrote: "Since ancient times, the sacrifices are the best for the young, and it is even more unambiguous for the tree spirits. In addition, the sacrifices need to be full of food and drink, and the seven emotions and six desires have been satisfied, and then the bliss without knowing it. I was killed in an illusion. If not, the sacrifice will have regrets, and if the grievance is great, it will speed up my withering."
He said so. Mo Ran suddenly thought of the fox demon who became Chu Wanning in the secret room.
It turned out to be to satisfy his lust, just like making pigs fat before slaughtering them, so that they taste delicious.
In this way, it makes sense why he saw Chu Wanning, not the teacher. He cherishes and sympathizes with the teacher, and he dare not play with it. Along with lust, his desire for Chu nightning is indeed much stronger than that of the teacher...
Chu nightning saw the ink burning look different, and he also said that he had lingering fears and wanted to forgive him, so he asked: "What are you thinking?"
"No, nothing."
Seeing that the ink burned and blushed, Chu nightning was stunned for a moment, suddenly understood, and suddenly stopped his mouth. After a while, he turned his head in anger.
Where does this kid have lingering fears? It turned out to be recalling the so-called 'seven emotions and six desires', and began to fantasize about it.
Chu night Ning slapped his sleeves, cold face, and whispered: "Shameless."
Ink burning: "..."
Fortunately, Chu nightning does not know who is the one who satisfies his lust in the illusion. If he knows, will he be so angry that he will be stripped alive
Just thinking about it, suddenly, the ground of the arsenal of the gods trembled for a while, Xue Meng said: "What's going on?"