He said this, the ink can not help but agree.

The teacher said yes.

There is a weak breath on the fake hook, and the ink burned originally thought it was his own illusion, but since Chu Xiaoning also felt it, the possibility of illusion was negligible.

The breath of the dead body.

- This hook is not the same as the palace, even he is not a living person!

That is to say, the hand behind the scenes only took the body, swearing for himself, disguised as the **** of thousands of soldiers. He didn't even show up in person.

Thinking about it, suddenly a low-pitched sneer came from Jin Chengchi.

Then, a white body appeared like a sharp arrow, and the fake hook-up palace jumped into the air, but his description of the behavior became extremely horrible at this moment, and the skin of the whole body shrunk together. It seems that the snake is in the skin and the silkworm is in the ruin.

"Night Yuheng, Beidou Xianzun. Chu Zongshi, you really deserved the name."

The fake hook hanging over the water of the lake, like a peeling face, seems to be **** out a nearly twisted smile.

"A character like you, when you were a Confucianist, how could you not keep you?"

Chu night Ning cold channel: "Who is you?"

"You don't have to know who I am." Falsely said, "I won't let you know who I am. You should be a **** person, climb out of **** and look for you." A gentleman is waiting for his life!"

Wang Yuesen said: "There is no shame in the afterlife! The heart has been ruined, and with your spiritual power, if you don't have the power of the gods, you can't ban it again, and you can't do it!"

False hook Chen sneered: "You are old and muddy, death is dying, and it is still a bad thing for me. Where is there to talk about you here? Not to roll!"

Chu night Ning suddenly said: "I have a white son, is there any part of it?"

The so-called "white child", as the name implies, is the most special kind of chess piece in the Zhenqi chess game.

When the surgeon finds a new dead body and pours a part of his soul into the body, that part of the soul will merge with the body to form a white white jade.

"White child" is different from the "black box" of ordinary pure listening. In other words, Bai Zi is actually a substitute for the surgeon. Besides the mana, the mind can be considered, and can act on their own, and what they see and hear is also Can be empathy with the body.

False hook Chen’s identity was revealed, but it was a big smile: “Good, good! Good!!”

After these three "good", the false hooks and cheeks became more and more sloppy and twisted. It seems that the spells of the body will be exhausted, and the action of the whites could not be maintained, gradually revealing the original shape of the body.

"Chu Ningning, you have to be self-righteous. Do you think that it is useful to stop me today? Even if the heart is destroyed, my body can go to find the source of spiritual power. It is you."

He said that the gradually turbid eyes suddenly passed over the night, and fell to the ink burning body.

Suddenly scared!

False hook Chen is quite ridiculous, one sentence at a time: "If you think that there are only three people in this world who know the three major bans, then I am afraid, you can't live for too long."

Chu night Ning long eyebrows low twist, sharply said: "What do you mean by this?"

However, the fake hook Chen suddenly did not speak, and he had to smash, and suddenly he burst into a smashing piece, and a piece of white jade was smashed out of his body. In the midair, he hit a few spins and fell. Into the fine broken waves of Jincheng Pool.

It seems that the body of the fake hook in the dark, and finally lost the help of the heart, Liu, completely exhausted.

At the same time, almost the same is the two steps of the moon, which survived by the exquisite Liu Lingli, and fell back to the ground with a splash, whispering: "Ah..."

Xue Meng was shocked: "Watching the Moon!"

The ink burned also said: "Watching the moon!"

All four people came to the old man's side, and when the moon had reached the end of the oil, his lips were bloodless. He looked at them, his throat hoarse like a sundeck.

"You, tens of millions... don't go to the letter to the gibberish of that person. What he said, fake, fake is far more than really..."

The teacher’s eyebrows are full of concern and sorrow. Wen said: “The older generation should stop talking, I will heal you.”

"No, no need. What your Master can't do... You...you are..." The moon violently coughed a few times, then gasped. "In these years, there are many people who come to Jinchengchi for swords. ...... After the traitor into the pool, the heart will not want to use the lord left by the master for his use, destroying tens of thousands of soldiers. The only thing left is... is a piece of willow with its strength, one Put a sword on the god..."

Referring to this section, Xue Meng's look is even more bleak, licking his lips and silent.

"Liu Teng... Liu Teng returned to the path." Looking at the moon, he looked at the ink. "At the lake, I told you that it was evil in the past, and I can’t stop it. I hope that you will be good in the future... but in fact ... In fact, in accordance with the owner's wish, Shenwu is finally, it should only be a good person to possess. So, I hope you can... you can..."

It was very laborious to see him talking, and he stopped his words and said: "Predecessors are relieved, I understand."

The monk murmured: "That's good... that's good... then I will... I will be relieved..."

He looked up at the sky and his lips trembled slightly.

"People say that Jin Chengchi asks for swords, underwater is strange, and will... ask for some requirements. Those who used to ask for it, most of them... are to test the character of the comers, but there are exceptions..."

The sound of the moon is gradually weak, and the eyes seem to have a long history, such as a lantern, and go through.

"I followed the master's agreement, since he left, he guarded Jincheng Lake, and he must not leave... It is millions of years... the scenery of the mountains and rivers that I saw when I was young... This is the life... actually... It’s never been there again... see you...”

He turned his head slowly, praying for the smoldering of the ink, and the old eyes flashed with a warm, moist luster.

At that moment, the ink burned suddenly knew what he was going to say.

Sure enough, Wang Yue gently said: "The path is long, the plum blossoms on the mountainside are bright all the year round. When I was a child, I liked it very much. You have the martial arts, you can... you can..."

I just want to say, I will fold it for you.

However, even the good news was too late to say, and the light in the golden brown eyelids of the moon was suddenly extinguished.

Jiangnan has nothing, chat and give a spring.

In the distance, the snow-capped mountains and the lake are golden, and a round of red sun shines into the pool. In the surging waves, it is broken into a little red.

Looking at the moon to return to silence.

He was the first dragon in the creation of the world. He was once shocked by the wind and the wind, and he also bowed to the surrender. Everyone said that he had a curse and could not abandon the old master. I don't know if he respects Chen, and for this reason.

In the world, there are very few people who remember the things that created the world. Looking at the moon, I know that although the real Gouhang Palace is a mixed race of the Mozu, the mother is forced by the Devil, not willing. Hook Chen hated the Mozu, and he fell under Fuxi, and created the first sword of the world between Fuxi and his own hegemonic blood. Helping Fuxi to smash the konjac and sweeping Kyushu.

However, after the reunification of the heavens and the earth, Fu Xi was suspicious of him because of the half of the magic blood of Chen Shanggong. Gou Chengong is not confused. After a hundred years, he asked himself to leave the realm of the gods and come to the mortal world.

Along the way, he saw the suffering of all beings, the blade of the army, and consciously should not create the "sword" and repent. So he collected a lot of weapons left by his own human beings, sealed them in the arsenal in Jincheng Lake, planted the heart-splitting willows, and told the people in the lake, but those who seek swords must be kind and have a god.

Nowadays, it’s gone, and the moon is gone.

Under the Jincheng pool, there has been no martial arts and no sin. Since then, all sin and remorse, distortion and perseverance have fallen with the smashing heart.

For a time, no one spoke. In the heavy snow, Jin Chengchi’s four “red roads” were still the same as the first one. The water was peaceful and calm, and there was no catastrophe in the water. There is suffering.

Just as they first boarded Xu Yingfeng, they did not know that after this “difficult way to do”, there was a story of how **** and fuzzy.

The ink burned into the sky, above the cliff, the eagle flew through the snow.

He suddenly thought: In the past life, the moon will give him a knife, and the strange knife is powerful. However, in this life, the strange knife he saw is nothing but a fake. The knife that belongs to him really has been self-destructive. Among them, this life has no chance.

After a while, he remembered inexplicably.

At that time, he came to Jincheng Lake for swords.

On that day, the moon looked out of the water, and the golden eyes looked at him gently and friendly, and then said to him.

——

"The plum blossoms on the mountainside are shining brightly. Can you pick one and give it to me?"

The ink burns and closes the eyes, and the arm gently covers the eyelids.

I didn’t know what happened in the past, but I thought that I would like to ask for it, but I’m a good friend.

It’s been a long time since I returned to the dead.

Chu Xiaoning's shoulder injury was severe, and the three teenagers were also full of energy, so they rested in Yucheng for many days, and then they turned back.

Xue Meng did not say anything about seeking a sword with Xue Zhengyi and Mrs. Wang. He was as proud as him. Whether he was disappointed or comforted, he was salted on his knife. Chu Xiaoning looked in his eyes, and his heart was also unbearable. So he buried the first volume in the middle of the day, hoping to find another way to get a magical weapon for Xue Meng. Or, is there still other way in the world that can make mortals match the weapons of the gods?

In addition, the fake hook, who is it, where is his deity now? Before the "white son" of the fake hook Chen blew himself, what was the last sentence said?

There are too many things to worry about. The candlelights of the Honglian Water Museum are full of nights and nights. The copper pots are dripping, and the cumbersome bamboo slips spread out. The depth of the case is the tired face of Chu’s night.

"Yu Heng, you have this hurt on your shoulders, don't be lucky." Xue Zhengyi holds a cup of hot tea and sits next to him. "The elders of the wolf are good at medical skills. You get empty, look for him to give you a donkey." Hey."

"No problem, it has begun to heal."

Xue Zheng snorted: "No, you look at you. After you came back, your face has always been unsightly. Ten people have seen you, and nine of them have said that you are going to faint at any time. I see the wounds." Maybe there is a poison or something, you still have a little heart."

Chu Xiaoning raised his eyelids: "I seem to be fainting?" He paused and sneered. "Who said?"

Xue Zhengyi: "..."

"Oh, Yu Heng, don't always use yourself as a metal, and treat others as paper."

Chu Xiaoning said: "I have a few in my heart."

Xue Zhengyi snorted without saying a word, looking at the mouth is like "you have a few farts." Fortunately, Chu Xiaoning concentrated on reading, and did not see his little movements.

After a while, Xue Zhengyi saw that the hour was too late, patted his **** and stood up, ready to go back to accompany his wife. Before leaving, he did not forget the late night of Ning: "Yu Heng, you have to rest earlier. If you want to let Meng I know that he is not guilty of death."

Chu night Ning refused to ignore him.

Xue Zhengyi touched the cold nails, some awkward, scratched his head and left.

After drinking the medicine, Chu Jingning returned to the case and continued to check the scrolls. He saw some dizziness behind him. He supported the forehead and felt a little disgusting.

However, this kind of nausea is fleeting, and Chu Ningning is only tired when he is, so he does not care.

Late at night, he finally felt dizzy and slept with his sword. A wide-sleeve pillow was placed on the side of the filed pile of mountains, and the knee was still separated by a roll of unfinished shackles.

That night, he dreamed.

Unlike ordinary dreams, this dream is vivid and true.

He stood in the Dan Heart Hall of the dead and the dead, but this Danxin Temple was different from what he knew. Many of the furnishings were changed. He had not had time to look at it. The door of the hall suddenly opened, and the crimson account was ethereal.

Someone came in.

"Master."

The eyebrows are handsome, and the eyes are black and purple. Although they are already young, they look a little childish when they roll up their mouths.

"Ink burning?"

Chu Xiaoning stood up and just wanted to go over, but found that his wrist was buckled with four chains of spiritual power, bound himself, unable to move.

After the shock, I was so angry that Chu nighting was incredulously licking the chains on the ankles. The face of the gas was twisted, and I couldn’t speak. After a long time, I looked up and said: "Ink rain, do you rebel? Untie me. !"

The person came as if he had not heard his anger, his face was lazy with a smile, and the dimple was deep, coming over and pinching his chin.

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Gou Chengong (really true, not fake)

Word: No

Nickname: What a joke

Occupation: the world's military blade, the main killing and fighting, the skill of casting the sword, the way to keep the righteousness

Say something simple: grinding scissors, pickle knife ~

Social appearance: the owner of the army

To put it simply: Chairman of Shenzhou First Weapons Co., Ltd.

Favorite: 吟诗

Favorite food: Shennong Grain

Hate: snoring

Also hate: unemployment

The most painful thing: others will be unemployed without fighting

Height: The height of the **** is a secret, not to be revealed