Xiaolong came and went like the wind, only a cup of tea time, he rushed back from the window, shouting loudly: "I found it, I found it, there are so many traces of spells in this inn, hahahaha."
"Little loach, you are shouting so loudly, are you afraid that the next door can't hear what you are saying?" The ink burned to the side of the table, stretched out his fingers and stroked Xiaolong's body, and the dragon's tail slid and slapped on the back of his hand. , but it is made of paper after all, not only is it not painful, but it is a little itchy.
"You nasty little white face, don't touch this seat, this seat is not married yet, so I let you touch it for nothing. How will you be a dragon in the future?"
The ink burned and laughed: "What? You are a dragon made of paper, and you want to get married?"
"Wow! Bah, Bah, Bah! You're the one who made it out of paper! Shit!"
"Why do you also call me dog stuff, shouldn't your surname be Xue?"
"My surname is Xue? Hmph, the ignorant boy. This seat is a dragon holding a candle with an unprecedented and illustrious name. Open your eyes for the sun, close your eyes for the night, breathe out for summer, and breathe in for winter. , Zhu Jiuyin is also!"
"… Can't understand."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Xiaolong spun around angrily, hitting the candlestick with his two-finger-wide head, causing the lights to flicker and red tears swaying. Mo Ran hurried to help, but when he stretched out his hand, he was bitten by Xiaolong. Unfortunately, the paper teeth were not painful or itchy. Zhu Jiuyin was dragged by Mo Ran and threw his tail aside. , slumped.
"Chu nightning." Xiaolong raised a whisker softly, and weakly poked Chu nightning's clothes, "The dog thief hit me."
Chu nightning was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, pulled him down, and patted him on the table: "What are the enchantments outside?"
"Hmph, do you dare to call me the Dragon Prince three times? Just call me—"
Chu nightning stared at him coldly: "Say."
"… "
Xiaolong was slaughtered, his body was bulging, his dragon beard was soaring to the sky, and a pair of mung bean eyes stared at Chu Wanning angrily. A gulp of ink.
Chu nightning narrowed his eyes: "If you want to waste more ink and ink, I will burn you." Then he went to lift its tail and put it on the fire, "Let you become a real candle dragon."
"Okay! You are amazing! You are amazing! I said! Can't I say it? Really!"
Xiaolong pouted a few times, and then spit out some ink, Xingzi, and muttered in a low voice: "It's so fierce, it's no wonder that after so many years, every time I see you, I don't have a daughter-in-law!"
"Hey?" Mo Ran blinked, sneaked to see Chu Wanning, and smiled wickedly, "Didn't the master say that there is a teacher?"
"..." Chu nightning didn't pay attention to him, his sword eyebrows sank, and he yelled at Xiaolong, "You talk too much, don't write quickly!"
"Humph! Smelly man!"
Putong was lying on the rice paper that had already been spread, and Xiaolong condensed the ink into the heart of his claws with force, and hummingly drew a crooked dog crawling talisman on the end of the paper.
No wonder he couldn't directly dictate which spells he had seen, because the intelligence of the paper head was limited, and he couldn't tell what the original spells were just from the traces, so he had to use the gourd to draw a scoop to erase everything he saw. Fortunately, Chu nightning was able to recognize and recognize, and slowly said the name of each spell while lowering his eyes.
Xiaolong painted a waning moon.
Chu nightning: "Soothing the mind. Some people have insomnia here."
Xiaolong drew a seven-star formation.
"Xing Yu Jue. Someone has set up a guard guard here."
Xiaolong drew a rouge box.
"… The Rejuvenation Technique."
The ink burned and laughed, raised his hand and said: "I know this, the little girl's little spell for beauty and beauty at night, is it the sphenoid beauty seat?"
Chu nightning did not comment. It seemed that he was a little anxious because he even painted a few traces of innocuous spells. His slender fingers knocked twice on the wooden table and frowned: "Draw the next one."
Xiaolong drew another heart.
The ink burned strangely: "What is this?"
"Qing Xin Jue." Chu nightning said irritably, "It's useless, someone is just meditating. The next one."
Xiaolong crookedly drew another dog's head.
"... Taming beasts..." Chu nightning held his forehead, "You, pick an important painting, this kind of face, teasing dogs, coaxing people to sleep, don't paint. Next."
Xiaolong raised his head and blew his beard and said, "You are so picky!"
"painting!"
Afraid of being thrown onto the candlestick and becoming a real "Candle Dragon", the paper-headed dragon had no choice but to hold two small soft claws and wipe it on the paper. People think it is very mysterious.
"It looks like two circles, then a fork, and then another vertical bar goes straight down. It's a bit of yin and yang gossip." Mo Ran opened his eyes, "Master, this is not the mysterious person staying. on the weapon..."
"No." Chu nightning only glanced, and his forehead was a little sore, "Translation."
"Oh? What?"
"Some people are naturally dissatisfied with their voice, or because of other needs, want to change their voice, the voice change can be done, it is not a difficult technique." Chu nightning paused and said, "But The voice change technique is used for a long time, and it is harmful to the throat, and it is often difficult to restore the original voice... This technique is a bit strange, I don't know who is using it."
The ink burned, but smiled: "That's it, that's not surprising."
Chu nightning sighed, just wanted to say the next one, suddenly stunned, seemed to think of something, the eyes were foggy and windy, and suddenly turned to look at the ink.
"Why not... Do you know something?"
"What can I know? I just feel that some people are dissatisfied with their voice. It's normal. Maybe it's that girl Song. Maybe her voice was hoarse and particularly ugly. Would you like to make it more pleasing?"
"..." Chu nightning said, "I've been thinking about it all day." He turned his head and said to Xiaolong: "Look at the next one."
Xiaolong drew another heart.
The ink burned: "Oh, didn't the master say that the art of clear heart does not need to be painted?"
"Bah, little kid, what do you know?" Xiaolong glared at him angrily, slapped his tail sharply, and made an ink mark on his heart, and then crushed and smeared it open, smashing the whole heart blacked out.
"What is this? Black Heart Art?"
Chu nightning seemed to be embarrassed, and said in silence for a while: "No. It should be a love formula."
"what is that?"
"It's similar to the kind of love pills that Xuanyuan Club sells." Chu nightning said, "Bewitching people's minds, making people feel love for themselves, and so on. They are generally used by women."
Mo Ran suddenly opened his eyes: "No way? Shouldn't it be Song Qiutong's side..."
"How do I know this kind of thing." Chu nightning looked very resentful, and said with a broad sleeve, "other people's feelings, do so much, they want to mess up, let them go."
"But Chu nightning, are you really not interested in this love formula?" Xiaolong said happily, "I think this spell is interesting. If you are willing to call me the Dragon Prince three times, I will..."
Chu nightning lowered his eyes, murderous: "Shut up and draw the next one."
"Humph! You'll regret it!"
"Do you paint or not?"
Xiaolong didn't draw any more, he sat down and scratched his belly with his short paws.
Chu nightning said coldly: "Why, is there no ink?"
"Stupid, it's gone." Xiaolong rolled his eyes, "You've drawn so many spells, you still don't think it's enough, no, no, that's all, other than that, the inn is clean, what? No magic."
Listening to it, Chu nightning and Mo Ran's expressions changed slightly, and Mo Ran said: "This is gone?"
"It's gone."
Chu nightning said: "There is no spell to measure the spiritual root?"
"No."
The master and apprentice looked at each other with disbelief on each other's faces. It must be known that if that mysterious person wants to use Xuanyuanhui to find a new spiritual essence, he must leave a measuring spell mark on Shenwu, but now it seems that Shenwu is clean, and there is no magic formula. Attachment - Could it be that they misunderstood from the beginning, the appearance of this Mo Dao, in fact, has nothing to do with the mysterious man
Seeing that the two of them were silent, Xiaolong jumped into the air again, turned left and right, and hummed, "Hey, you guys are taking care of this seat. This seat is very tired of painting. Does anyone give this seat a round of applause?"
Xu is Chu Wanning's heart is irritable, seeing it is still so noisy, he simply waved his sleeves and raised his hand, volleyed a yellow talisman, Xiaolong saw this, screamed, and shouted again and again: "I don't want, I don't want, I don't want it. I don't want it!!" But in the blink of an eye, the talisman was sucked in, and it became a painting on the paper. Chu nightning clicked again with his fingertips, and the dragon on the painting slowly disappeared.
Before disappearing, it also blinked humiliatingly at Chu Wanning.
Chu nightning said: "I will call you again if there is something."
Xiaolong cried bitterly and said: "Zhong Wuyan has nothing to do, Xia Yingchun has nothing to do, Chu Wanning, Chu Wanning, you are so unhappy..."
"Go back to you!" Chu nightning, who was still talking to it, heard the words, his black eyebrows were raised, and he slammed the spell in half and slapped it flat, and retracted his sleeves.
At night, Chu Ning sleeps on the bed, and the ink burns to sleep.
Both of them were worried.
Did not expect that there is no spell on Shenwu, is the mysterious person mastering the method of measuring spiritual roots that they do not know, or that person is not in a hurry and does not intend to find all the people with the most spiritual power now
"Ink burns."
In the dark, he called him.
The ink burned naturally and responded: "Huh?"
"We will return to the top of life and death tomorrow."
Suddenly he opened his eyes.
"what?"
"That person can even miss the Xuanyuan meeting, there should be other ways to find it. If we continue to investigate this way, there may be no results. Let's go back to the top of life and death first. I will ask the lord to secretly letter the other nine sects, and let them thoroughly investigate first. Check to see if there is any spiritual essence under your sect, and if there is, protect it first, it is better than waiting on the sidelines."
"How does this work? What if that mysterious person is one of the ten major sects?"
"Probably very small. Even if it is, it doesn't matter, he has long known that we are tracking him, and it is not bad."
"How can the master teach those heads to listen to the uncle's words?" Mo Ran said blankly, "Is it possible that the master will tell them everything?"
"This is not necessary, and they may not believe it." Chu nightning said lightly, "I have other methods."
The ink burned curiously: "What method?"
"Accept apprentices."
"!!"
"I will tell your lord, let him tell the other nine sects, there are often gaps in the ghost realm enchantment, which is harmful to the Quartet. Yuheng at the top of the dead will accept up to five disciples as disciples, and teach the Shangqing enchantment, killing and killing. Enchantment and other techniques." Chu Wan Jing said quietly, "Those sects have invited me to be the Muqing many times, because of these enchantment techniques. If I go out and I am willing to teach them, I am not afraid that they will not come. I only To accept the high-class spirits as disciples, in order to select talents, the head of the sect must obediently test the roots of all the disciples under the sect, and our goal has been achieved."
The ink burned but did not agree. In the dark, his face was blue: "You, do you want to accept another apprentice?"
"Random."
Chu nightning turned over and seemed to be finally a little sleepy, and the voice went down.
"I asked them to report their names after they found them, and then let them practice ordinary spirit formation by themselves. After three years, if any of them can persist, then accept them..."
In the dark, when I heard the gradually confused words of the man on the couch, Mo Ran only felt that when the chest kicked over a vinegar jar, his heart was sore.
Apprentice again
In your previous life, you only accepted three, and you were very picky. Why don't you choose in this life? How can you get it!
I wanted to talk to him several times, but when I got to my lips, it became silent again.
Chu nightning was unaware of the burning vinegar sea waves, and finally fell asleep.
It was very cold at night, the ink burned and the clothes got up, and he called him three or two times in a low voice. Seeing that he didn't respond, he quietly pushed the door out of the bedroom.
The corridor of the inn was quiet, only a few red silk lanterns shimmered safely, reflected on the wooden floor, with ripples of orange reflections.
Although Chu nightning has already experienced Shenwu.
But the ink burns, but he has not yet tested his return.
You must know that if Shenwu is within 100 feet of his master, he can recall him with a spell. At that time, the ink burned in Xuanyuan Pavilion did not have time to perceive whether this was a weapon of his previous life, how could he miss this opportunity at this time
A layer of blood-red light floated on the fingertips.
Slowly falling eyelashes, the ink burned in a low voice: "No return, summon!"
After a few moments, a dull knife sounded in the distance. The sound was very light, but it was so shocking that it struck his heart like a heavy hammer.
The ink burned and opened his eyes suddenly: "No return!"
It was no return, that Mo Dao was arguing, crying blood, and roaring in a low voice as if separated by heavy waves of blood, billowing red dust, rushing towards him. He could almost hear the cry of no return, shouting hoarsely, it was trapped, imprisoned by something that the ink burned and didn't know.
It can sense that the master is calling for him, but he can't come in response to the edict, something is missing, severing his connection with it.
But they had a contract, they had seen the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers in high places together, and they had also waited for death together, and they heard the last bit of warmth in the Wushan Temple.
Humans and gods are disconnected from each other, and the flesh and blood are torn apart by some force, but the muscles and veins are still connected.
The ink burned his eyes and murmured: "No return..."
It's you.
Why can't you come back.
who stopped you.
Yes…
"squeak"
Gently push the door.
But in this breathless darkness, it was like a thunderous explosion.
The author has something to say: Master: I wish everyone a happy Christmas Eve.
Dog: Good luck in the Year of the Rooster!
Peacock: What nonsense is upstairs! I'm here to say goodbye to you all!
Teacher: Christmas hasn't come yet, let's say Merry Christmas first~
Wolf Cubs: With Nao Baijin, I wish everyone a happy New Year of the Dog!
Ye Wangxi: Why do I think Happy Year of the Dog sounds like a curse...
Mei Hanxue: I wish you all the beauty every day ^_^
Little Paper Dragon: Zhong Wuyan has nothing to do, Xia Yingchun! Chu nightning, you thin lover! please let me out! ! !