The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

"The cold moon reflects the frost snow, the cold mountain holds the ice pool. Eight thousand high sorghum is not allowed, and the end of the world is this time."

Xue Meng wore buckskin gloves, went to the snow on the boulder, read the cinnabar inscription on the top, and turned back and said: "Master, we are here."

The rising sun peaks all the year round, and at this time, a round of 婵 高 高 高 凛凛 凛凛 凛凛 凛凛 凛凛 凛凛 凛凛 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高 高Falling down, the stars are plunging, and the end is magnificent. It’s really like walking to the end of the world.

A group of people came to the lake, and the smooth mirror-like lake was filled with magnificent light. There was a stone embankment that led to the lake. There is a stone monument standing beside the embankment. The frost on the monument is condensed, and the stone pattern is vertical and horizontal. Only the four scripts are difficult to make. paint.

Chu nightning stopped in front of the stone embankment and said: "Jin Chengchi asks for a sword. You can only enter one person at a time. Who are you going first?"

Xue Meng can't wait to say: "Master, I will go first!"

Chu night Ning looked at him, thought for a moment, and shook his head: "You act rashly, I don't trust."

At this time, the teacher on the side smiled and said: "Master, I will go first, anyway, I probably can't open the ice pool."

On the vast ice lake, the division walked slowly to the end along the stone embankment that only allowed one person to pass.

In accordance with the rules, he condensed a force in his hands, and then leaned over and put the palm of his hand on the ice. The spiritual power of the teacher continued to pass down the ice, and the white light in the distance was bright and dark. The ground is flashing.

The ink-burning screen is in the same place, and the ten fingers don't feel tight and fall into the palm of your hand.

However, the teacher tried it for a long time at the lake, and the ice lake still remained intact. He smiled and walked back, and said to him lately, "Sister, sorry."

"It's okay, try it for a few years."

The ink sighed slightly and was lost than both of them, but still comforted the teacher and said: "It doesn't matter, there is still a chance, I will come back with you next time."

Chu night Ningdao: "Don't talk so much, go up, it's your turn."

In the past life, the ink burned to seek the sword, it was a frivolous boy, and he was infinitely expecting for the gods. However, in this world, he only came to take the sword. He already knew what was waiting for himself in front of him. He did not have the kind of tension and expectation. But there is a kind of warmth that will reunite with old friends.

Walk on the stone embankment and kneel in front of the ice lake.

Bend down and touch the ice on the palm.

The ink burns and closes the eyes.

His non-sheathed knife...

The sinful blade that accompanied him to see the world of flowers and taste the blood of the world -

When I opened it, the ink burned against the lake and said: "No, I am coming."

As if perceived by the host of the fate, Jin Chengchi suddenly raised a huge black shadow under the ice, and the shadows hovered under the ice, becoming more and more clear and more vivid.

Suddenly, thousands of feet of ice smashed and cracked, and the ink burned away to hear Xuemeng’s exclamation on the shore, and his voice was far from smelling.

"Ice is gone!!"

The tide is raging and the pool is full of water. A blue-black dragon smashed out, each dragon scale was wide and seven feet wide. When the time came, the Jincheng pool surface flooded, the water mist smashed, and the dragon ran a brilliance under the moonlight, spurting a breath.

At the same time, an ancient enchantment fell on the edge of the pool, separating Chu and others from the ink.

Within the enchantment, one person looks at each other.

The ink burned his eyes, greeted the sky, and looked up at the dragon.

I saw that there was a dark knife in the mouth of the dragon. There was no scabbard. The blade of the ancient scorpion was thick but sharp, and it was broken. The dragon turned the Modao into a size suitable for mortals, slowly bowing down the radiant dragon body, and resting the knife in front of the ink.

But it didn't immediately look up, but stared at each other with the **** eyes and the eyes of two adult men.

The eyes of the dragon are like bronze mirrors on both sides, clearly reflecting the reflection of the ink. The ink burned the screen and waited for it to speak.

If things don't change, then he just needs to go to the foot of the mountain and fold a plum to send it to him. The old dragon climbs the sturdy, but it makes the ink burnt and cheap.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, this dragon is not like a past life. It is easy to give him the weapon. Instead, the dragon must dance, a pair of big and sturdy jaundice will rise, then it lifts its front paw and burns in the ink. On the snow in front of you, write two words:

mortal?

The ink burns.

He clearly remembers that this dragon in the past life can speak. Why did this world become dumb?

Dumb dragon wrote these two words, and immediately denied himself, erased the handwriting with the fat scale claws, and wrote another string:

No, mortals will not have such a strong aura, then, are you Protoss?

Ink burning: "..."

The old dragon thought for a moment, put the pendulum, and wrote:

Not God, you have evil spirits. Are you a ghost family?

Ink burning heart, what a mess! This seat is just a rebirth, there is nothing to think about, just take the knife of this seat!

The old dragon seemed to see through his eagerness, and suddenly lifted the dragon claws of the scales, and suddenly smashed the knives under the claws, and the other claw wiped the original traces, adding another snow. Continue to write:

Don't be surprised. I saw two other ghosts in you, which is hard to see. Are you a ghost or a god? Is God a demon?

The ink burned and raised his eyebrows: "Of course I am a human. Is this still used?" It is just a person who has died once.

The old dragon paused and wrote: The soul of a person splits like this. This is really unseen and unheard of.

The smoldering of the smoldering head is dull and can't help but laugh: "What is so strange, but it is the predecessor, what is your knife, how can you give it to me?"

The old dragon looked at him for a while and wrote:

Then you stand still and don't move, let me cast a spell on your soul, I will give you the knife, okay?

"..."

I didn't expect it to raise such a request. Under the slightest smoldering, I was really hesitant.

He was thinking, what would happen if this old thing could see his life?

But it is not in the eyes. This is the weapon of the strange knife. It is a rare weapon of the world. If it is rejected, it will be impossible to think about it later.

I don’t have to worry about it, the ink burns up and asks: "It can be, but the predecessors, whether you look at me or not, will you be willing to give me the knife?"

The old dragon draws one stroke:

This is the rule, naturally it will not renege.

Is it good or evil in the past?

The old dragon paused for a while and then wrote:

Even if you are evil in the past, I can't stop it. I only hope that you will be good in the future.

The ink burned and smiled and said: "Well, since the predecessors said so, then I naturally have nothing to push. Please ask the predecessors to cast a look."

The old dragon raised his body slightly, and bowed the radiant dragon body, spurting a breath, followed by a bright red glow on the eyes.

The ink burned up and found that the red light was actually a mist. The blood is getting deeper and gradually concealing his reflection. After a long while, when the fog slowly spread, the old dragon’s eyes reappeared in his own standing figure.

Only this time, the ink burned and found that the longan, in addition to himself, also reflected two other vague shadows, right and left, secluded behind his back.

The ink burned and was shocked. He turned to look at it immediately, but he was empty behind him, and there was a white snow. Where are the other people?

Turning around again, the two people in the longan became more and more clear, like things sinking under the water slowly surfaced, and the ink burned and stared for a while, suddenly felt that the two shadows seemed familiar. He couldn't help but go up two steps, and the two illusions in the longan suddenly turned from a closed state to a blink of an eye!

Teacher!

Chu nightning? !

I didn’t expect that it would be them. The stun of the ink burns is not the same thing. Two steps, backwards backwards, I can’t say the complete words: “How—this is—”

The three people in the old longan stood quietly, calm and without any expression, so they stared at the distance in peace.

The ink burned extremely, and after a while, the red blood fog rose again, and the shadow in the dragon began to blur from clarity and finally disappeared.

The old dragon snorted, the dragon had to shake, and then quickly wrote:

I can't see through it. I have seen it all my life. I have never seen someone else's soul with the imprint of two other people. It’s really weird.

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

Yes.

After writing the word, the old dragon stopped for a moment and wrote:

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

The ink burned and stared at the twisted lines on the snow, as if they were being shackled, and the face slowly rose red.

His obsession with the teacher's enthusiasm went deep into the bone marrow, even if he was engraved in the soul, even if the old dragon saw that he could even see the teacher, he felt that it was no big deal.

But Chu Yuning... What happened?

What do he have to obey Chu night?

Isn't excessive hatred a tangled thing?

This one person was immersed in meditation, so that the lake in Jinchengchi had a slight fold of strangeness, which they never found.

When the sky is breaking through the sky and the waves are breaking, everything is already late.

I saw the lake in Jinchengchi as if it had been cut into two pieces by a knife and axe, and it was sprayed directly into the sky. In the frenzy of the waves, the two black-pressed beasts rushed out. They were leopards, but they were not as good as the old dragon. The body is huge, but the skull on the skull is cold and the four claws are cold. Hundreds of people gathered together, but the old dragon was not afraid, and looked at Huang Wei.

Ink burning: "What happened?"

The old dragon paused and wrote: Gou Chen Shanggong.

As soon as you read these four words, you will be struck by lightning when you burn.

Gou Chen Shanggong's main killing, and the world's weapons. This first **** created the first sword in the world, helping the scorpion to smash the konjac.

The predecessor of the prestige is actually these hundreds of cows?

It was too horrifying, and the ink was really unacceptable, and the outside was stunned and tender, and suddenly I heard a scream of the sky.

It is a very old instrumental music. In their time, not many people have played it. As the snoring gradually approached, the beasts that rushed to the stagnation slowly stagnated, and finally the first leg smashed the front legs and stood on both sides. When the tide of the beasts dispersed, a man wearing a Chinese costume and carrying a long sword rode on the unicorn.

The man's face was handsome, his eyes were clear, and he had a very gentle face.

He stood in the wind, night snow added, the clothes pendulum soft and fluttering, the instrument in the hands of the pottery color is dark, the ten fingers gently press the eyelet, and play it in the mouth.

As the last sound ceased quietly, a hundred cows suddenly turned into water, and they were actually condensed by illusion. I saw the man put down the pottery, looked back and forth, and then smiled softly: "It is indeed a strange person who has never met a million years. It is no wonder that the moon will be curious about you. In the lower hook Chen Shanggong, living in Jinchengchi. This pool The middle of the blade is made by me. The worm is a little skill, I laughed."

Although the old dragon wrote it again, the man said it himself, but the ink burn was still unbelievable, and the color changed: "Are you going to go to the palace?"

The man is not intolerant and smiles: "It is just down."

The ink burns is suffocating: "...is the Lord of the soldiers?"

"Yeah." Gou Shanggong gently raised his eyebrows and smiled in his eyes. "The later generations seem to call me like this. It’s really awkward, but it’s nothing to do, grinding a knife and wrapping a little whip or something. Read it."

Ink burning: "........."

It is really annoying to be a humble person. Chu nightning is calm and self-sufficient to say, "I have three martial arts." This hook is more annoying, and the weapons I created are called "small knives" and "small whips." How does he care that Emperor Fuxi is called "the little old man"?

The ink burned for a long time and then slowed down and said: "That, what, then you should not be in the realm of God? How is this in this pool..."

"I like to knock and beat, and often stir up the quietness of the Emperor. It is better to ask for it than to be in the eyes of God."

......

The ink burned without words: "How long have you been here?"

Gou Chen Shang Palace was slightly contemplative, and then smiled: "It's okay, but it's only a few hundred years."

"...a few hundred years." The ink burned it over and laughed. "I don't think God is a little long?"

Gou Chen Shanggong cloud lightly smiles and smiles, not too carelessly waved his sleeves.

"It's not too long. What's more, after the sword was built by the Emperor of Heaven, I lost a lot of power. In the realm of the gods, it is also boring, but it is much better here."

Although the ink burning is quite curious about this legendary **** of killing, it is not good to ask private matters. After thinking about it, I feel that another thing is more important. So I said, "God, you will come out to see me today, not Just because I see my soul special?"

"How can't you? Your spiritual power is rare, it is rare." Gou Chen Shanggong smiled. "I only give you this strange knife, I am afraid that it is a curse."

Ink burning: "Ha ha, okay, I am very good at this knife."

"At first glance, I think so." Gou Shanggong said with a smile. "After careful identification, I found out that it is not. Your qualifications are rare, which makes me curious, so I came out this time and wanted to invite you to the bottom of the lake. Syria. I want to be among the millions of soldiers, and it’s best for you."

"........."

This kind of shock can be described as a trivial matter. Even though it is more knowledgeable, it is also a bit embarrassing.

The Lord of the Armed Forces, actually ask yourself to go... pick weapons?

Gou Chen Shanggong saw that he did not speak, and thought that he was afraid of going to the heart, so he said: "You have to worry, although the underwater is very strange, but they all obey me, the decision will not hurt you. The moon can be a testimony ""

The old dragon did not say anything, and slowly began to stand on the side.

When I saw that he really was sincerely invited, he couldn’t help but jolt and said: "If I go, can God promise me a request?"

"any request?"

"The person who asks for the sword is my best friend." The ink burned, pointing to the shore after the enchantment, and showed him the teacher. "He just wants the sword, so I think if I am satisfied." With God's wish, can God also satisfy my wish and give him a weapon?"

"What I am, this is just a matter of raising my hand." Gou Shanggong laughed, and suddenly waved his hand, and the ancient enchantment of Tongtian disappeared.

"It's very easy. Let them all come over. If there is a fancy weapon, it will be taken."

The ink burned overjoyed, but I didn’t expect to break through the iron shoes in such a way that it would take no effort. The sergeant can get the martial arts, which is more exciting than the weapon he will get even more powerful. I immediately agreed to go to Chen Shanggong, and when they came to the teacher, they told the three people again. The eyes of the teacher and Xue Meng grew bigger and bigger, and even the night of the night was slightly moved.

Gou Chen Shanggong looked at it, suddenly realized what he was aware of, "Well?" and stunned, and stared at Chu Yuning.

"It's you?"