Chu nightning was injured, and the other three were exhausted. After running into the corridor outside the arsenal of the gods, Chu nightning asked them to rest for a while. For a while, no one spoke first, each standing or sitting, looking at the wounds on himself or others, and slowed down.
Only Xue Meng, he was stunned, drooping his head, and didn't know what he was thinking.
The ink burned and muttered: "Xue Meng..."
Xue Meng paid no attention to anyone. He walked stiffly to Chu nightning, raised his head, and when he opened his mouth, his voice was broken.
"Master."
Chu nightning looked at him and wanted to raise his hand to touch his messy hair, but he finally held back.
"Is the Shenwu that I picked earlier a fake?"
Chu nightning did not speak.
Xue Meng's eyes are even redder, and the black and white eyes are bloody spider webs. If it is not stubborn and conceited to support him, I am afraid that tears will fall immediately.
"Am I, can't get the weapons in the pool again?"
Chu nightning finally closed his eyes, and a sigh gradually fell.
It was very quiet in the corridor, and I only heard the clear and cold voice of Chu Wanning.
"… Silly boy."
A silly child full of sighs and helplessness broke Xue Meng's last sense of reason. He couldn't bear it any longer. He threw himself into Chu Wanning's arms, hugged Chu Wanning's waist, and burst into tears.
"Master... Master..."
To miss Jin Chengchi's divine martial arts is almost equal to missing the qualification to become the pinnacle of the world of cultivating immortals. This is something that everyone knows well, the mana of mortals is limited, and without the help of divine soldiers, no matter how strong they are, they are nothing but flesh and blood.
The young masters of those sects in the upper cultivator world all have the divine martial arts handed down by their ancestors. Only Xue Meng, because Xue Zhengyi brothers started from scratch, did not get the weapons of Jin Chengchi.
Therefore, when he chose to use the Ancestral Sword to die with Pinxin Liu, he chose to let go of his past superiority and was full of high spirits.
Chu nightning 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 is a little spoiled, and has never suffered any grievances, so he has never cried since he can remember.
However, at this moment, tears were intertwined on his young face, and every word was broken, like the magic weapon he was destined to no longer possess, like the hero he once thought was a dream, all shattered. .
"Xue Meng." Chu nightning hugged the apprentice in his arms and comforted him.
The water waves at the bottom of the lake blow Chu nightning's white cloak and long ink-colored hair. At that moment, the ink burned and only had time to see his slender eyelashes drooping, and there was a fine soft light underneath. Then the water waves got bigger, and the hem of the clothes and the long hair were all messed up. In the dimness, the profile of Wan Ning could no longer be seen clearly.
He only heard him say, "Don't cry, you're already fine."
The voice is not gentle, but in the mouth of Chu nightning, it is a soft sentence.
In the secret passage, the four of them had their own concerns, and no one spoke.
The ink burned against the cold wall, watching Chu nightning hug Xue Meng and patted his shoulder, and his heart suddenly felt bad.
Journey to the Golden Pond.
Fresh clothes and angry horses come.
Zhong Yong's injury when he left.
Xue Meng has been the proud son of heaven for fifteen years.
Infinite scenery, high spirits.
Then one day, the Zhulou collapsed.
From then on, he will use a long life to forget the edge of these fifteen years.
When they ran out of the arsenal of the gods, everyone saw the pinching willow slowly falling down in the water, like the exhaustion of the ancient giant, like the death of Kuafu, the death of the Golden Crow. The Jiaoren who stayed on the ground were shocked and fled in all directions.
The magical arsenal of millions of years ago was destroyed overnight.
The divine tree fell suddenly, setting off a frenzy in the Jincheng Pond. Before the huge eddy current, the Jiao people transformed into their original bodies one after another, in order to resist the stormy waves. For a while, the scales and armor in the Jincheng Pond were tumbling, and the fish and dragons were enthusiastic, and it was difficult for mortals to stand.
The ink burned and shouted: "No, I can't get out!"
During the speech, a sturdy dragon tail patted, and the ink burned quickly to dodge, only to pass by.
At this moment, a black blue dragon suddenly swooped in. It was larger than the other dragons, and its pitch-black scales were overflowing with golden light.
The ink burned and said: "Mochizuki?!!"
Mochizuki let out a long roar, he was originally a dumb dragon, but at this moment he suddenly became able to speak, his voice was like a bell, and he shouted in a low voice: "Grab my back, the topping willow will be destroyed, Jin Chengchi will be destroyed soon, hurry up! You escape!"
At this time, there was no other choice, and they couldn't care whether Mochizuki was an enemy or a friend, and they did what they said. Mochizuki was carrying four people in the stormy sea, and Wanlong swam in the waves, running in water.
"Hurry up!"
As soon as the voice fell, the old dragon suddenly burst into the water and broke the waves, and flew out of the sky. When the ink burned, they only felt that the maddening flow was coming to the face, and the water flow was like a thousand horses and thousands of troops rushing, stepping on the bones and muscles. They couldn't open their eyes at all, couldn't catch their breath, they clung to the back of the dragon's back with both hands, and exerted all their strength to prevent them from being thrown into the lake again.
When they were finally able to open their eyes, they had already rode the dragon into the clouds, above the Jincheng Pond, on the top of Xuying Peak. The spray of water vapor turned into ten thousand dots of fluorescent light, and scattered from the huge mirror-like dragon scales. In an instant, the smoke cloud was like a haze, and the mist turned into a rainbow. Mochizuki led the head to hiss, and the Eight Wilderness changed 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 was really young, and it was easy to forget his sorrows because of some things-
"My God! I'm flying! Riding the dragon!"
Mochizuki hovered several times above Xuying Peak, gradually shrinking in size, and slowly leaned down to land. When he stopped by the Jincheng Pond, he had shrunk to less than half of his original size, so as not to crush too many rocks around him. vegetation. He curled up in place and quietly let the ink burn them down the back of the dragon's spine.
They turned to look at Jin Chengchi, only to see the ice melted away, the waves surged up, and the waves pushed the ice to pieces. At this time, the morning sun was bright, the east was white, and the sun was shining brightly, flowing into the Jincheng Pond, and the waves were jagged.
The teacher suddenly said in surprise: "Look at the drowning in the pool!"
Those tumbling and entwined dragons rose and fell with the surging waves, and gradually stopped moving. Then they collapsed one by one, turning into bits of burnt ashes, and black chess pieces rose from the lake water and gathered in the air. .
The ink burned and muttered: "Zhenlong chess game..."
The dragons, living beings, and even the pinching willows in this entire pool have all fallen into the chess game.
The ink burned suddenly and shuddered.
He realized that there was something wrong with the world after rebirth, and that some things were advanced for no reason.
When he was sixteen 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 fake gouchen
Xue Meng said: "Mochizuki!"
Mo Ran turned his head and saw Mochizuki lying down and never moving. There were no black chess pieces on his body, but he looked very weak and his pupils were half-squinted.
"You guys... well done... Gou Chen God's Jin Chengchi, I would rather destroy it than never... Never fall into the hands of treacherous evil..."
After he said this, he suddenly radiated golden light all over his body, and after the light dissipated, he turned into a smaller human appearance.
"It's you?!"
Mo Ran and Xue Meng spoke almost at the same time.
Mochizuki in front of him was the white-haired old Jiaoman who had led them to the spirit body of the arsenal. Mochizuki raised his head, a look of shame in his eyes.
"It was me."
Xue Meng was surprised: "You, why do you want to lead us to the arsenal of the gods? Are you going to save us or harm us? If it is to harm us, why send us ashore, if it is to save us, in case we can't crack the topping Liu Yijie, wouldn't it be..."
Mochizuki lowered her eyes and said hoarsely: "I'm sorry. It was just the situation at the time that I had to do this. Fake Gouchen's own lack of cultivation, all relying on the spiritual power of the willow tree to perform the forbidden technique. Only after cracking the willow tree can his spells work. It doesn't work. I have no choice but to lead you to give it a try."
Chu nightning shook his head, walked over, waved his hand to heal him.
Mochizuki sighed: "The Taoist is benevolent, no need. Like all things in the pool, I have reached the end of my lifespan. Originally, I relied on a little spiritual energy from the pinching willow to survive. Since it has fallen, I will die soon."
Chu nightning: "..."
Mochizuki said: "Death and life are orderly and cannot be forced. If I can see Jin Chengchi's nightmare broken before I return to solitude, I hope it will be fulfilled. It's just that the shock in the pool has affected you, and it's hard to feel guilty."
Chu nightning said: "It's okay.... Do you know who the person who lied and pretended to be Chen was and what did he want?"
Mochizuki said: "I don't know who he is. But his purpose should be to explore the three forbidden techniques by gaining the power of the pinching willow."
Chu nightning pondered: "The spiritual power required to perform the forbidden technique is very amazing. If there is an ancient tree spirit to help, it will indeed be twice the result with half the effort."
"Yeah, that person said the same thing. He said that the ancient spirits are powerful, but extremely difficult to find. The only thing that can be found in the ancient books is the pinching willow."
"Actually, he only appeared not long ago. Since he took control of Jin Chengchi, he has been practicing the two forbidden techniques of 'Rebirth' and 'Zhenlong Chess Game' at the bottom of the lake with the power of Pinching Willow. "
Mochizuki said, sighed, his eyes were a little blank and dull.
When the ink burned, there was a snort in the heart.
Sure enough... Jin Chengchi's trip was completely different from his previous life. These variables all happened not long ago. What went wrong and changed the trajectory of everything
"He was not capable enough to control living creatures, so he killed a large number of creatures in the lake and tried to control the dead. This time he did it, so in just a few dozen days, he slaughtered almost all the spirit beasts in the lake. Exhausted, made into chess pieces. Only a few left for experimentation. I am one of them."
The ink burned and asked: "So when I asked for a sword, you surfaced, and at that time you were controlled by fake gouchen?"
"No." Mochizuki slowly closed his eyes, "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 the God of Gouchen when he created the world for millions of years. In the past, when I was willing to be driven by the gods, my inverse scales were branded with his incantation, and since then I have been loyal to the master."
"then you… "
"I have to, it's a disguise." Mochizuki sighed, "Although that intruder can't completely control me, but after all, the spell of the God of Gouchen has been going through millions of years, and it is not as effective as it was at the time. I still have a part of me. The body is affected by the fake gouchen - 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 my own commands. Only when his spells fail, I was able to speak again."
The ink burned and asked: "Does that fake hook Chen know that you are pretending?"
"I don't think he knows." Mochizuki looked at Mo Ran and said, "According to his plan, he will capture your spiritual core today and extend your life for Pingxin Liu. But he did not expect that I would bring you again. Return to God's arsenal and destroy Guliu. He didn't watch out for me."
Chu nightning suddenly said: "He may not have been wary of you, maybe he has more than enough power."
"What does the Taoist say about this?"
Chu nightning said: "I vaguely feel that the fake Gou Chen Shanggong is strange."
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Today's small theater is a rewritten version of a plot. I opened my brain when I was coding. I always felt that the ink burning in this plot was a little bit bad. After thinking about it carefully, he was a cigarette. 2333
"After the collapse of Jin Chengchi, the modern version" starts, beep!
In the secret passage, the four of them had their own concerns, and no one spoke.
The ink burned against the cold wall, watching Chu nightning hug Xue Meng and patted his shoulder, and his heart suddenly felt bad.
But Mo Ran didn't say anything, just lowered his head and took out the cigarette case, with the last cigarette left in it. He bit it between his lips, the lighter clicked, and a cluster of sparks, bright and dark, reflected in his eyes like freshly budding poppies.
He took a deep breath of cigarettes and exhaled slowly. In the addictive nicotine, the ink burned up his eyelids, neither salty nor bland, he glanced at them again, and turned his face away.
He leaned against the wall and put his hands in his pockets.
No one spoke, and the reason let the ink burn to tell himself, give them a little time, there is always time for a cigarette, and the little peacock needs comfort.
He was a heavy smoker and liked the decadent taste of tar on his lips and teeth.
But that day, he couldn't help resentment, the cigarette seemed to be extraordinarily long, damn it, he smoked it for so long and it was so heavy, but how the fuck could there be more than half of it left.
The ink burned suddenly raised an inexplicable irritability, and he attributed this irritability to the unsatisfactory smoking. So he crushed the half of his cigarette against the wall. Then he raised his head, still put one hand in his pocket, and walked towards Chu Wanning justifiably.
"Mr. 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 the corner of his lips.
"Don't patronize and coax my brother, I'm also uncomfortable. What's the matter, why don't you take a look, you good people will do it to the end... "
He was a little smoky and hoarse, so he cleared his throat.
"Coax brother me too."
Chu nightning was speechless for a while.
It's absurd to say, but what he thought at the time was: Is the grandson's brother, me, a hooligan, or is it literally, that the relationship with Xue Meng is "a man of the same generation in relatives and older than himself"