Article 91

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Teacher ignorant!

Chu Wanning? !

I didn't expect it to be them. Mo Ran's surprise was no small matter. He staggered two steps, stepped back, and couldn't say a complete sentence: "Why—this is—"

The three people in the eyes of the old dragon stood quietly, with calm faces, without the slightest expression, just staring into the distance peacefully.

The ink burned extremely, and after a while, the red blood mist rose again, and the shadow in the dragon's eyes began to change from clear to blurred, and finally disappeared.

The old dragon snorted, his whiskers trembled, and then quickly wrote:

I can't see through it, I've never seen anyone with the imprint of two other people in their soul in all my life. Really weird.

"I, my soul... have their marks?"

yes.

After the old dragon finished writing this word, he paused for a moment, and wrote again:

I don't know what happened to you. How deep is your obsession to be entangled with others in your soul?

Mo Ran stared at the crooked lines on the snow, as if he was choking, his face slowly flushed.

His obsession with Shi Mo went deep into his bones, even if it was engraved in his soul, even if the old dragon saw that he could see Shi Mo together, he didn't think it was a big deal.

But Chu WanNing... what's going on?

What obsession does he have with Chu Wanning?

Could it be that excessive hatred is also a kind of entanglement?

This person and the dragon were all lost in thought, so that there was a slight strange wrinkle in the lake water of Jin Chengchi, but they didn't notice it.

When the monstrous and huge waves broke through the sky and the stormy waves broke the shore, it was already too late.

I saw that the lake water of Jin Chengchi was split into two pieces as if cut by a knife and an axe, and they spewed up to the sky respectively. In the frenzy of the waves, two teams of black beasts rushed out. The dragon is huge in size, but the horns on the skull are cold and sharp, and the four claws are sharp. Hundreds of them gathered together, but the old dragon was not afraid, and looked sideways with his yellow pupils.

The ink burned: "What's going on?"

The old dragon paused, and wrote: Gou Chen Shanggong.

At a glance at these four words, Mo Ran suddenly felt struck by lightning.

Gou Chen Shang palace lord kills, controls the world's weapons. This primordial god created the world's first sword and assisted Fuxi to quell the evil bandits.

That majestic Shishen is actually these hundreds of cows?

This is too scary, and Mo Ran really can't accept it. He was in a daze outside, and suddenly heard a faint sound of Xun from a distance.

Xun is a very ancient instrumental music. In their era, not many people can play it anymore. As the sound of the xun gradually approached, the rushing herd of animals slowly stagnated, and finally bent their front legs one by one, kneeling on both sides. When the tide-like beasts dispersed, a man dressed in fine clothes and holding a long sword came riding a Qilin.

The man had a handsome face, delicate features, and a very gentle face.

He stood facing the wind, with the night snow on his body, the hem of his clothes fluttering softly, the musical instrument in his hand, the pottery xun, had a deep luster, and he pressed his ten fingers lightly on the hole, and put it to his mouth to play.

As the last sound came to an end, the heads of hundreds of oxen suddenly turned into dew. It turned out that they were actually condensed by illusion. The man put down the Tao Xun, looked at Mo Ran back and forth, and then smiled gently: "It is indeed a strange person who has never been seen in ten thousand years. It is no wonder that Mochizuki is curious about you. Gouchen Shanggong, who lives in Jincheng Pool. This pool All the weapons in the middle are made by me. It’s a joke for a small skill.”

Although the old dragon wrote it once, and the man said it again, Mo Ran still couldn't believe it, and his face changed: "Are you Gou Chen Shanggong?"

The man was not impatient, and smiled and said, "It's just me."

The ink burning is almost suffocating: "...is that the Lord of all soldiers?"

"That's right." Gou Chen Shanggong slightly raised his eyebrows, with a smile in his eyes, "Later generations seem to call me that, I'm really ashamed, but it's just that I'm idle, sharpening a knife and wrapping a small whip or something, it's really admirable Look."

Ink burning: "..."

It's really annoying for a powerful person to be humble. Chu Wanning said calmly, "I have three martial arts." Why didn't he care about Emperor Fuxi calling him "little old man"?

The ink burned for a long time before recovering, and said: "Then, what, shouldn't you be in the God Realm? Why are you in this... this pool..."

"I like knocking and beating, and I often disturb the little peace of the Emperor of Heaven. Rather than being looked at by him in the God Realm all day long, I would rather ask myself to fall into the world."

...

Mo Ran was speechless: "How long have you been here?"

Gou Chen Shanggong pondered for a while, then smiled and said, "It's not bad, but it's only a few hundred years old."

"...Hundreds of years." Mo Ran repeated it, and said with a dry smile, "Don't God think it's a little long?"

Gou Chen Shanggong smiled lightly, and waved his sleeves not too concerned.

"It's not too long. What's more, after forging the sword for the Emperor of Heaven, I lost a lot of my divine power, and it was boring to stay in the God Realm full of pearls and jade, but it's much better here."

Although Mo Ran was quite curious about this legendary god of killing, he didn't want to ask about private matters. After thinking about it, he felt that another matter was more important, so he said: "Shangshen, if you come out to see me today, you won't Is it just because I have a special soul?"

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