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Mochizuki's voice gradually became weaker and weaker, and the eyes seemed to have thousands of years of time passing through the flow like a revolving lantern.

"I abide by the master's agreement. Since he left, I will guard Jincheng Lake and never leave...Unexpectedly, this guarding will last for millions of years...The scenery of mountains and rivers I saw when I was young...The rest of my life...is...actually... I've never... seen..."

He turned his head slowly, looking at Mo Ran as if praying, his old eyes shone with some warm and moist luster.

At that moment, Mo Ran suddenly knew what he was going to say.

Sure enough, Mochizuki said softly: "Xiao Daochang, the plum blossoms on the mountainside are bright and beautiful all the year round. When I was young, I liked it very much. Since you have obtained the martial arts, may you... may you wish..."

Mo Ran just wanted to say, okay, I will fold it for you.

But before he even had time to say yes, the light in Mochizuki's golden brown eyes suddenly went out.

There is nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, so let's talk about giving a spring.

The snow-capped mountains in the distance are majestic, the lake surface is golden, and a round of red light from the rising sun spreads into the pool, breaking into dots of sad red among the surging làng flowers.

Mochizuki dies.

He was one of the first batch of giant dragons when the world was created. He once shook the world, called wind and rain, and once bowed his head and surrendered, and carried the king to travel. Everyone said that he had a curse seal on his body, and he must not betray the old master. But he didn't know that he respected Gou Chen for ten thousand years.

In the vast human world, there are very few creatures who remember the creation of the world. But Mochizuki knew that although the real Gouchen Shanggong was a demon mixed race, his mother was forced by the demon venerable against his will. Gou Chen hated the demon clan, and returned to Fuxi's command, and used his own domineering demon blood to create the first sharp sword in the world for Fuxi. Assist Fuxi to pacify the evil bandits and sweep Kyushu.

However, after the reunification of heaven and earth, Fuxi harbored suspicions towards him because he had drawn half of the demonic blood from Shanggong. Gou Chen Shanggong was not confused. A hundred years later, he invited himself to leave the God Realm and come to the mortal world.

Along the way, he saw the suffering of all living beings, and he felt that he should not have created a "sword" and regretted it a lot. So he collected many weapons that he had left behind in the world, sealed them up in the arsenal in Jincheng Lake, planted a heart-picking willow, and told the creatures in the lake that anyone who seeks a sword must have a benevolent heart in order to be worthy of possessing martial arts.

But now, Gou Chen is gone, Mochizuki has passed away.

Under Jin Chengchi, there is no more martial arts, no more dragons, all sins and repentance, distortions and attachments are all wiped out like a falling heart-picking willow.

For a while, no one spoke. In the heavy snow, the four bright red stone tablets with the words "difficult to travel" beside Jincheng Pool were still the same as when they first saw them. There is suffering.

Just like when they first boarded Xuying Peak, they didn't know what kind of bloody story was hidden behind this "difficult planned journey".

Mo Ran looked at the sky, above the cliff, a lone eagle flew by in the snow.

He suddenly thought: In his previous life, Mo Dao was given to him by Mochizuki, and that Mo Dao was very powerful. However, in this life, the Mo Dao he saw was just a counterfeit, and the real Dao belonged to him. In Liu Zhong, there is no chance to see him in this life.

After a while, he inexplicably remembered again.

Back then, he came to Jincheng Lake to ask for a sword.

On that day, Mochizuki emerged from the water, looking at him with gentle and friendly golden eyes, 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?"

Mo Ran closed his eyes and gently covered his eyelids with his arms.

In her previous life, she didn't know what was going on under the pond, so she thought that what Mochizuki wanted was nothing more than a mediocrity...

It has been many days since I returned to the pinnacle of life and death.

Chu Wanning's shoulder was severely injured, and the three teenagers were exhausted physically and mentally, so they rested in Daicheng for many days before leaving for Shu.

Xue Meng didn't tell Xue Zhengyong and Mrs. Wang about the matter of seeking the sword. He was as arrogant as him. Chu Wanning saw it in his eyes, and couldn't bear it in his heart, so he buried his head in the scrolls all day long, hoping to find another way to get a god for Xue Meng. Or, is there any other method in the world that can make mortals rival the magic weapon?

In addition, who is that fake Gou Chen, and where is his true self now? What is the meaning of the last sentence spoken by the fake "Baizi" before he blew himself up?

There are too many things to worry about. The candlelight of the Honglian Waterside Library Pavilion shines day and night, the copper pot drips, and the complicated bamboo slips are spread all over the floor. Deep in the case file is Chu Wanning's slightly tired face.

"Yuheng, your shoulder is injured like this, don't take chances." Xue Zhengyi held a cup of hot tea, sat next to him and muttered, "Elder Greedy Lang is good at medical skills. If you are free, ask him to show you Look."

"It's okay, it's starting to heal."

Xue Zhengyong clicked his tongue: "No, no, look at you, your complexion has been sour since you came back. Ten people saw you, and nine of them said that you looked like you were going to pass out at any time. I think the wound is evil. , maybe there is a poison or something, you should be more careful."

Chu Wanning raised his eyelids: "I seem to be fainting?" He paused and sneered, "Who said that?"

Xue Zhengyong: "..."

"Oh Yuheng, don't always treat yourself like iron and others like paper."

Chu WanNing said: "I know what I know."

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