Article 106

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But fortunately, the fingertips are still a little hot.

Relying on the remaining warmth that would soon dissipate, he slowly stood up straight, straightened his expression and gaze, and tidied himself up.

"Master, are you okay? Why is your face so pale..."

Chu WanNing nodded towards Xue Meng and said, "It's okay."

After a pause, he asked again: "You were also sent by that shark?"

Before Xue Meng could speak, he heard a burst of bubbling. Chu WanNing turned his head, and suddenly saw half a bloody face, and then there was a bang in the boiling sword casting pool, and a man with a distorted figure came out!

This is definitely not a mortal, or definitely not a living person. No mortal can soak in the hot molten iron and still live. On the other hand, this person, although his skin was scorched and his flesh was mutilated, was obviously still panting. The four chains locked his limbs respectively, and locked him in the furnace, suffering a lot.

He slowly opened his eyes, bowed to the crowd again and again, his eyes showed a look of pleading, and asked them to gather by the sword casting pool.

He can't speak, but it's not impossible to express it. I saw him waving his arm covered with bones and flesh, and the molten iron tumbling in the pool suddenly raised a small puff of làng, and the puff of làng slowly twisted into several lines in the air. Ancient text.

Xue Meng said in surprise: "What is this word? Why can't you understand any of them?"

Chu Wanning: "It's Cangjie's ancient book, and it hasn't been taught to you yet."

The ink burned: "Then-what is this writing?"

Chu WanNing stepped forward and said, "...he wants... to ask for help."

According to legend, the Cangjie ancient books are written in the heavenly realm, many of which have been lost in the human world, and very few people understand them. Even a master like Chu Wanning cannot recognize all the written characters. But the general content is still readable.

Chu Wanning looked at it carefully for a while, and slowly translated: "He said, he is the spirit of this willow tree. It is called the heart-picking willow. When he was still a seedling, he was engraved in the palace from the seventh heaven of the gods. Brought to the human world. Afterwards, Gou Chen passed away for unknown reasons, and Bingxin Liu never saw him again, and he does not know whether he is dead or alive."

"However, no matter whether Gouchen Shanggong is present or not, Picking Heart Willow has been guarding Jin Chengchi and guarding the divine arsenal for hundreds of thousands of years according to his instructions. Gradually, nourished by spiritual energy, it transformed into a human form. Then, Everything was as usual, until one day, there was one—" Chu Wanning suddenly stopped and didn't read any further.

Mo Ran wondered: "What's wrong?"

"...I don't know these three words. It seems to be a personal name." Chu Wanning said, raised his hand and clicked on the complicated text, "In short, this person came to Jin Chengchi. He has strong mana and is ruthless. , killing all the creatures in the pool, and controlling them with the Zhenlong chess game. The heart-picking willow will not be spared."

Mo Ran immediately said: "This person is probably the fake Gou Chen!"

When Bingxin Liu heard what he said, her eyes lit up, and she immediately nodded her head twice.

"...I really guessed it right." Mo Ran laughed a little embarrassedly, scratching his head, "Haha, I didn't expect that I was quite smart."

Chu Wanning glanced at him lightly, and continued:

"For these years, the heart-picking willow has been in a state of dementia, and has never been awake for half a day. Fortunately, the other two sections of willow that once shared the same spirit with it - Tianwen and Hell, have both awakened. Through their Strength, let the heart-picking willow regain its consciousness for the time being. Otherwise, it may have lost control and blew away at this time, harming everyone present."

"Everyone present" heard this, either in disbelief, or with lingering fears in their hearts. The three teenagers all raised their heads and stared at the spirit body in the sword casting pool, not knowing how to chew its self-report.

Mo Ran said: "Senior Liu——"

Xue Meng: "Senior Liu?"

"Otherwise, what is it called, do you pick seniors?" Mo Ran gave Xue Meng a white look, and continued, "I may not like to hear something you say. It is really hard to justify your words."

Although the heart-picking willow could not speak, he could understand Mo Ran's words, and he turned his face away.

Mo Ran said: "You first said that you were bewitched by the fake Gouchen, and then that you recovered your sanity because of the influence of Tianwen and the aura after the ghost woke up. But the ghost was given to me by the fake Gouchen, doesn't he know What are the consequences of this?"

Bingxinliu shook his head, and the text in front of Chu Wanning's eyes changed.

"I am a tree species in the God Realm. He doesn't know me very well, and he doesn't know that martial arts can affect my mind. He needs my power to study the three forbidden arts. In recent years, because my life is coming to an end, he is very anxious. I have been looking for a way to continue my life. But I really don’t want to live anymore. I would rather die than be a slave to a tiger. It’s a pity that I am controlled by others and I can’t help myself..."

Chu Wanning read this and thought for a while: "So he let Mo Ran come to the bottom of the water, Mo Ran is the essence of the wood spirit, the abacus of the fake Gouchen must be to combine Mo Ran and the ghost's spiritual power into one One, sacrifice to you."

Picking Willow nodded.

Mo Ran is still puzzled: "But the fake Gou Chen said that there are two wood spirit essences, and Master is also one of them. Why did he lock me up alone?"

Bingxin Liu wrote: "Since ancient times, young people are the best sacrifices, and those used by tree spirits are even more unambiguous. In addition, sacrifices must be full of food and drink, and all emotions and desires must be satisfied. My life was taken away in the illusion. If it weren't for this, the sacrifice would have regrets, and if the resentment grows, it will accelerate my withering."

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