When he said this, Mo Ran couldn't help but agree.
Master is right.
There is a faint breath on Fake Gouchen, and the ink burned originally thought it was his own illusion, but since Chu nightning also felt it, the possibility of it being an illusion is minimal.
The breath of corpses.
- This Gou Chen Shanggong is not only not himself, even, he is not alive at all!
That is to say, the hand behind the scenes only took a corpse and acted as a puppet for himself, disguised as the god of ten thousand soldiers. He didn't even show up in person.
Just thinking about it, suddenly a low and pitiful laugh came from Jin Chengchi's side.
Immediately afterwards, a pale body shot out of the water like a sharp arrow, and the fake Gou Chen Shanggong leaped into the air, but his demeanor became extremely terrifying at this moment, and the skin all over his body shrank together. It is as if the snake is shedding its skin and the silkworm is breaking its cocoon.
"Yuheng Wan Ye, Immortal Venerable Big Dipper. Master Chu, you really deserve your reputation."
The fake hook Chen hangs above the sparkling lake, and the face that looks like the peeling skin of the painting seems to have a twisted smile.
"For a person like you, how did the Confucianism Sect fail to keep you?"
Chu nightning said coldly: "Who is your Excellency?"
"You don't have to know who I am." Fake Gouchen said, "I won't let you know who I am. You just think I'm someone who should have died a long time ago and crawled out of hell to find you guys. An upright gentleman asks for his life!"
Mochizuki said: "You are shameless! The pinching willow has been destroyed. With your spiritual power, if you don't have the power of the divine tree, you will never be able to use the forbidden technique again, and you will not be able to do anything wrong!"
Fake Gou Chen sneered: "You old loach, you are about to die, and you have come to ruin me. Where do you have a share of words here? Why don't you get out!"
Chu nightning suddenly said: "Your Excellency is a white child, do you have the right to speak?"
The so-called "white piece", as the name suggests, refers to the most special kind of piece in the Zhenlong chess game.
When the caster finds a newly dead corpse and pours part of his soul into the corpse, that part of the soul will merge with the corpse to form a "white child" that is as white as jade.
"Bai Zi" is different from the ordinary "Hei Zi" who simply listens to orders. In other words, Bai Zi is actually a substitute for the caster. In addition to the fact that the mana is not as good as the main body, he can think and act independently, and what they see and hear also can empathize with the body.
The identity of the fake Gouchen was revealed, but he was touching his palm and laughing: "Okay, good! Good!!"
After these three "OK", the fake face became more and more sloppy and crooked, it seemed that the spell of the main body was about to run out, and it was impossible to maintain Bai Zi's actions, gradually revealing the original shape of the corpse.
"Chu nightning, don't be self-righteous. Do you think it's useful to stop me today? Even if the topping willow is destroyed, my body can still find other sources of spiritual power. It's you."
As he said, the gradually cloudy eyes suddenly passed over Chu Wanning with bad intentions and fell on Mo Ran.
Suddenly shocked!
Fake Gou Chen was quite sarcastic, saying word by word: "If you think that I am the only person in this world who knows the three major forbidden arts, then I am afraid that you will not live too long."
Chu nightning frowned and said sternly: "What do you mean by this?"
However, the fake hook Chen suddenly stopped talking, and after a moment, he suddenly burst into pieces, scattered into stench fragments, a chess piece that was as white as jade exploded from his body, played a few spins against the light in mid-air, and fell down. Into the fine waves of Jin Chengchi.
It seemed that the fake Gouchen body in the dark was finally completely exhausted after losing the help of Pinxin Liu.
At the same time, Mochizuki, who was almost also relying on the spiritual power of the pickling willow, staggered two steps, fell back to the ground with a plop, and said in a low voice, "Ah..."
Xue Meng was shocked: "Mochizuki!"
The ink burned and said: "Mochizuki!"
The four of them all came to Lao Jiao's side, and when Mochizuki was running out of oil, his lips were bloodless. He looked at them, his throat hoarse like a crow at dusk.
"You, please... don't believe the nonsense of that person just now. What he said is far more fake and fake than the truth..."
The teacher's eyebrows were full of concern and sorrow, and he said warmly: "Senior, stop talking, I will heal you."
"No, no need. What your master can't do... You... You are even more..." Mochizuki coughed violently for several times, then panted, "In recent years, many people have come to Jin Chengchi to seek swords. However... After entering the pond, Pingxin Liu was reluctant to use the sacred artifact left by the master for his use, destroying tens of thousands of weapons. The only thing left... is... a pair of willow vines with the same strength, and a pair of gods. Sabre…”
Referring to this section, Xue Meng's expression became even more bleak, pursed his lips, and remained silent.
"Liu Teng... Liu Teng belongs to this little Taoist priest." Mochizuki looked at the ink burning, "I was at the lake, I told you that I was evil in the past, and I can't stop it. I only hope that you will be good in the future... But in fact... In fact Following the master's wish, Shenwu should only be owned by a person with a good heart. Therefore, I hope you can... You can... "
Mo Ran saw that it was very difficult for him to speak, so he stopped his words and said: "Senior, don't worry, I understand."
Jiaoren murmured: "That's good... that's good... then I'll... I'll be relieved..."
He looked up at the sky, his lips trembling slightly.
"People say that Jin Chengchi asks for a sword, and underwater spirits... will make some requests. Most of those requests in the past... were all to test the character of the comers, but there are occasional exceptions... "
Mochizuki's voice gradually weakened, and there seemed to be thousands of years in his eyes, like a revolving lantern, passing through the stream withered away.
"I obeyed the master's agreement. Since he left, I will guard Jincheng Lake and must not leave... Unexpectedly, this guard is millions of years... The scenery of the mountains and rivers I saw when I was young... This rest of my life... It is... It is never again... See you…”
He slowly turned his head and looked at the ink burning like a prayer, and there was a warm and moist luster in his old eyes.
At that moment, Mo Ran suddenly knew what he was going to say.
Sure enough, Mochizuki said softly: "Little Daoist, the plum blossoms on the mountainside are bright all year round. When I was a child, I used to like it very much. Now that you have acquired the martial arts, I wish... you may wish..."
Mo Ran just wanted to say, well, I will fold it for you.
But before he could even say goodbye, the light in Mochizuki's golden brown eyes suddenly went out.
Jiangnan has nothing, just give a spring.
The snow-capped mountains in the distance are majestic, the lake surface is brilliantly golden, and a round of red light from the rising sun spreads into the pool, and in the surging waves, it shatters into bits of dreary red.
Mochizuki is silent.
He was one of the first giant dragons when the world was created. Everyone knows that he has a curse mark, and he must not turn his back on the old master. But I don't know that he respects Gou Chen, and he promises it for ten thousand years.
In the vast world, there are very few creatures who remember the creation of the world. But Mochizuki knew that although the real Gouchen Shanggong was a mixed blood of the Demon Race, his mother was forced by the Demon Venerable, not willingly. Gouchen hated the demons and belonged to Fuxi, and with his own domineering demon blood, he created the first sharp sword between heaven and earth for Fuxi. Assist Fuxi in pacifying the demon bandits and sweep Kyushu.
However, after the unification of heaven and earth, Fuxi was suspicious of Chen because of half of the blood of the Shang Palace. Gou Chen Shanggong is not confused. A hundred years later, he asked to leave the realm of the gods and come to the mortal world.
Along the way, he saw the suffering of all beings and killed them with swords. He felt that he should not have created the "sword", and he regretted a lot. So he collected many weapons that he had left in the world, sealed them up in the arsenal in Jincheng Lake, planted a willow tree, and told the creatures in the lake that anyone who seeks a sword must be kind and benevolent in order to possess divine martial arts.
But now, Gouchen is gone, and Mochizuki is gone.
Under the Jincheng Pond, there will be no divine martial arts and no Jiao people. All sins and repentances, distortions and perseverance, are like the topping willows that collapsed, vanishing into ashes.
For a while, no one said a word. In the heavy snow, the four bright red stone tablets with the words "The road is going to be difficult" by the Jincheng Pond are still the same as when they first saw it. There is suffering.
Just like when they first climbed Xuying Peak, they didn't know what kind of bloody story was hidden after the "difficult road to travel".
The ink burned and looked at the sky, and above the cliff, the eagle flew over in the snow.
He suddenly thought: In the previous life, Mochizuki gave him the Mo Dao, and that Mo Dao was powerful, but in this life, the Mo Dao he saw was just a fake. Among them, I have never seen each other in this life.
After a while, he remembered inexplicably.
Back then, he came to Jincheng Lake to ask for a sword.
On that day, Mochizuki surfaced, and his golden eyes looked at him gently and kindly, 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?"
The ink burned and closed his eyes, and his arms gently covered the eyelids.
In the past life, I didn’t know what was going on in the pool, and I thought that what Mochizuki asked for was just a cliché…
Back to the top of life and death, it has been many days.
Chu nightning's shoulder was badly injured, and the three teenagers were also exhausted, so they rested in Daicheng for many days before leaving for Shu.
Xue Meng did not tell Xue Zhengyi and Mrs. Wang about the swordsmanship. He was as arrogant as him. No matter if his parents were disappointed or comforted, he was just throwing salt on the edge of the knife. Chu nightning looked at it, and he couldn't bear it in his heart, so he buried his head in the scroll all day long, hoping to find another way to get a magic weapon for Xue Meng. Or, are there other ways in the world that can make mortals rival the weapons of magic
Besides, who is that fake Gouchen, and where is his deity now? What is the deep meaning of the last sentence that Fake Gouchen's "Bai Zi" said before he blew himself up
There are too many things to worry about. The candles of the red lotus water pavilion library shine day and night, the copper pot is dripping, and the complicated bamboo slips are spread on the ground.
"Yuheng, you are injured like this on your shoulder, don't take any luck." Xue Zhengyi held a cup of hot tea and sat next to him and muttered, "Elder Greedy Wolf is good at medicine, if you have time, find him to show you. Look."
"It's okay, it's starting to heal."
Xue Zhengyi snorted: "No, no, look at you, and your face has been bad since you came back. Ten people saw you, and nine said that you looked like you were going to faint at any time. I think the wound is evil. , maybe there is a poison or something, you should be more careful."
Chu nightning raised his eyelids: "I seem to pass out?" He paused and sneered, "Who said that?"
Xue Zhengyi: "..."
"Oh, Yuheng, don't always treat yourself as iron and others as paper."
Chu nightning said: "I know it myself."
Xue Zhengyi muttered silently, looking at his mouth shape like "you have a few farts". Fortunately, Chu nightning concentrated on reading and did not see his small movements.
After chatting for a while, Xue Zhengyi saw that it was too late, patted his butt and stood up, ready to go back to accompany his wife. Before leaving, he did not forget to tell Chu Wanning: "Yuheng, you rest early. If you are like this, let Mengmeng I know, he must die of guilt."
Chu nightning ignored him at all.
Xue Zhengyi touched the cold nail, was a little embarrassed, scratched his head, and left.
After drinking the medicine, Chu nightning returned to the case and continued to check the file. He saw a faint dizziness behind him. He supported his forehead and felt slightly nauseated.
However, this nausea is fleeting, and Chu nightning 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 his sword brows furrowed. A pillow with wide sleeves rests on the side of the pile of files, and there is a scroll of unfinished slips across his knees.
That night, he had a dream.
Unlike ordinary dreams, this dream picture is vivid and real.
He stood in the Hall of Pill Heart on the top of death and life, but this Hall of Pill Heart was different from what he knew, and many details of the furnishings had 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 person who came was handsome, and his eyes were black and purple. Although he was already young, he looked a little childish when he rolled up the corners of his mouth.
"Ink burning?"
Chu nightning stood up and just wanted to walk over, but found that he had four chains flowing with spiritual power on his wrist, restraining himself and unable to move.
After being shocked and angry, Chu nightning stared at the chain on his ankle in disbelief for a moment, his face was twisted, he was speechless, and he raised his head for a long time and said sternly: "Mo Weiyu, are you rebelling? Untie it for me. !"
The person who came didn't seem to hear his anger, with a lazy smile on his face and deep dimples, he came over and pinched his chin.
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Hook Chen Shanggong (really real, not fake)
Word: no
Posthumous name: what a joke
Occupation: To rule the world's weapons, to fight and fight, to be good at forging swords, to keep the way of righteousness
To put it simply: sharpen scissors, sharpen kitchen knives~
Social Appearance: Lord of All Soldiers
To put it simply: Chairman of China First Weapons Company
Favorite: Poetry
Favorite food: Shennong Wugu
Dislikes: fighting
Also hates: Unemployment
The most painful thing: he loses his job if others don't fight
Height: The height of the gods is a secret and cannot be revealed