Article 209
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Mo Ran's fingertips were trembling slightly, and the two words were almost blurted out between his lips.
"Not return……"
Not return……
Biye Zhuqiao happened in the past, and the king will not return year after year.
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"Mo Ran, you got Shenwu, but why did you ask me to seal off its spiritual consciousness and not give it a name?"
"Master, I don't have much knowledge, so I can only use this name once. I'm afraid it will sound bad, and I won't be able to use it in the future."
"Ah Ran, why haven't you decided on a name for your Mo Dao? You can't just call it 'Dao' or 'Dao' all the time."
"It's okay, let's think about it slowly. This is Shenwu. I want to give it a nice title of the world's number one, so that it deserves it, hahaha."
Later, the teacher died.
Mo Ran once wanted Chu Wanning to undo the seal, and wanted to name his Shenwu "Mingjing".
But at that time, Chu Wanning said that because of his struggle with the ghost world, his spiritual power was damaged, and he really had no spare power to loosen the curse on the blade, so the matter was left alone.
Later, Mo Ran broke with Chu Wanning completely, and Mo Ran didn't want to ask him to unblock him again, so the bloody Mo Dao, after so many years of fighting, has been nameless. But this is not important anymore. At that time, everyone in the world did not know Mo Weiyu, and everyone knew the Shura Saber that was full of blood in his hand.
to the end.
Chu WanNing also died.
What dissipated with him was the forbidden spell that had been locked on the ink-burning blade for more than ten years.
Mo Ran drank a lot of Lihuabai that night, and was a little drunk. He stroked the cold blade, and he didn't know whether it was comfort or sadness. He flicked the blade, listening to the drums and horns contending inside, Haitang was so cold. He was lying on the roof of Wushan Temple, laughing profusely, from joy to madness.
He didn't remember whether he shed tears that night, but when he woke up in the morning, two cold words were engraved on the Mo knife that had been unknown for more than ten years.
"Not return."
You don't return.
no longer return.
But why did this weapon, which he fought against him in the previous life, appear in the reborn world, and why did it appear in the Xuanyuan Pavilion's auction? !
Before Mo Ran could think too much, thousands of monks in the field released their spiritual flow one after another, scrambling to perceive each other with No Return.
Ink burning: "..."
It's useless, since it is not returning, then since Mo Ran is here, except for himself, there is absolutely no second person in the world who can use this Mo Dao.
But does its appearance have anything to do with that little beast that has been hiding behind the scenes? If there is a relationship, the person who released Bugui at this time clearly knew that Mo Ran and Chu Wanning were tracking his traces, then his purpose was definitely not to test who is the elite spirit body.
What on earth does he want to do? !
Also, is it true that this one does not return? Or is it just a bait like those fakes of Jin Chengji?
With such doubts, Mo Ran showed some spiritual flow a little bit.
If the non-return is not a forgery, then there must be a little echo with myself, this echo can't be too obvious, otherwise it may be noticed by others, just a little bit...
However, just as he released a very weak trace of spiritual power, he suddenly heard a slight groan behind him.
"...Master?!"
Mo Ran turned around and saw that Chu Wanning's brows were tightly frowned, his lips were blue, and he had already fallen on the side of the table. His snow-colored clothes fell like smoke, and his handsome and handsome face was paler than Frost Snow. Luo Luo closed his eyes tightly, as if some chronic illness had occurred, and he passed out at this moment.
Mo Ran didn't expect such a thing to happen, and he couldn't help being shocked, and suddenly withdrew the spiritual power returned from the test, ran back to Chu Wanning, and hugged him: "Master, what's wrong with you?!"
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Ye Wangxi
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Occupation: Disciple of the First Elder of the Confucian School
To put it simply: raised by stepfather
Social outlook: the right-hand man of the head, a reliable Confucian son
To put it simply: running errands
Current Favorite: Young Master of the Confucian School
Favorite food: grilled fish
Dislikes: cowards
Height: 176
Chapter 82 I Can't Believe It
Outside the Ningxiang Inn on Linling Island, the lady proprietress is wearing red and green, with pearls and bracelets on her snowy wrists, and her waist is as slender as willows.
Every time Xuanyuan Pavilion is auctioned, the number of people who come to her shop is always the most, because she is beautiful and intelligent, and she can come to things. With her black and white eyes, she can guess what the guests want.
The sun was high at this time, and after noon, the proprietress spat out a mouthful of melon seed skins, guessing that the auction would end in an hour. The price of accommodation in Linling Island was high, and ordinary monks would not stay much. Not too much. But it's okay, the heroes of Xianjun always have to eat dinner before leaving, and they can get another sum of money for the meal.
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The hostess brushed off the fruit dander on the hem of her skirt, and turned around to shout to the shop assistants: "Er Fu, wipe the tables and chairs in the lobby again, and take out a basket of snake gall melon seeds fried by my old lady. Put it all on a plate. We're going to do business for the evening."
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