Chapter 87: This Venerable One Doesn't Want You To Take On Any More Disciples

The little dragon came and went like the wind. In just a few minutes, it came back from the window and shouted, "I found it, I found it. There are many traces of magic in this inn, wahahaha."

"Little loach, why are you shouting so loudly? Are you afraid that the people next door can't hear what you're saying?"

Mo Ran leaned on the table and touched the little dragon's body with his fingers. The dragon swung its tail and hit the back of his hand. However, it was made of paper after all. Not only did it not hurt, it even tickled.

"You annoying gigolo, don't touch me. I'm not married yet. If I let you touch me for no reason, how can I be a dragon in the future?"

Mo Ran laughed and said, "What? What?

You're a dragon made of paper and you want to get married? "

"Wah-!

Pooh pooh pooh!

You're the one made of paper!

You dog! "

"Why are you calling me a dog too? Don't tell me your surname is Xue?"

"My surname is Xue?

Humph, you're stupid. I'm the famous Aurogon who created the world. When I open my eyes, it's the sun. When I close my eyes, it's the night. When I exhale, it's summer. When I inhale, it's winter.

I don't change my surname, I'm the Candle Dragon! "

"… I don't understand."

"Wahahaha!"

The little dragon was so angry that it kept spinning around. It used its two-finger-wide head to hit the candlestick. It hit the candlestick and red tears swayed.

Mo Ran quickly went to help it. However, when he reached out his hand, it was bitten by the little dragon. Unfortunately, the paper teeth didn't hurt or itch. Mo Ran pulled the Candle Dragon's tail and threw it aside. It was in the air and stuck to Chu Wanning's collar. It was listless.

"Chu Wanning."

The little dragon raised a whisker and weakly poked Chu Wanning's clothes. "That bastard hit me."

Chu Wanning was too lazy to talk nonsense with it. He pulled it down and casually slapped it on the table, "What kind of enchantments are there outside?"

"Humph, do you dare to call me Dragon Prince three times?

If you call me that, I'll … "

Chu Wanning stared at it coldly, "Speak."

"…"

After being insulted, the little dragon was so angry that its body swelled and its dragon whiskers soared into the sky. Its pair of mung bean like eyes glared at Chu Wanning in anger. Its noble dragon mouth was also half open as it panted heavily. After a while, it actually spat out a large mouthful of ink.

Chu Wanning narrowed his eyes. "If you waste any more ink, I'll burn you."

As he spoke, he grabbed its tail and pretended to drag it into the fire. "I'll make you a real torch dragon."

"Good, good, good!

You're amazing!

You're amazing!

I'll talk!

I'll say it, okay?

Really! "

Xiaolong spat a few times and spat out a few ink droplets. He muttered in a loud voice, "You're so fierce. No wonder every time I see you, you don't have a wife!"

"Huh?"

Mo Ran blinked and stole a glance at Chu Wanning. He smiled evilly and said, "Didn't Master say that you have a wife?"

"…" Chu Wanning ignored him. He frowned and shouted at the little dragon, "You talk too much. Hurry up and write!"

"Humph!

Stinky man! "

With a plop, Xiaolong laid down on the rice paper that had already been spread out. It used its transcendence energy to condense the ink in its claws and hummed as it drew crooked dog-crawling talismans on the paper.

It was no wonder that he couldn't directly dictate what spells he saw. Because the intelligence of a paper head was limited, it couldn't distinguish what the original spell was just by looking at the remaining traces. It could only follow the gourd and draw a ladle to erase what it saw.

Fortunately, Chu Wanning could distinguish. As he lowered his eyes, he slowly said the name of each spell.

Xiaolong drew a waning moon.

Chu Wanning: "Calming Spell.

There's someone here who can't sleep. "

Xiaolong drew a Seven Stars Array.

"Star Manipulation Spell.

Someone has set up a guard here. "

Xiaolong drew a rouge box.

"… Face Changing Spell."

Mo Ran burst out laughing. He raised his hand and said, "I know this. The little spell that little girls use to beautify their skin at night. It's that butterfly bone beauty seat, right?"

Chu Wanning didn't comment. It seemed that he was a little anxious because he had drawn so many insignificant spell marks. His slender fingers tapped twice on the wooden table. He frowned and said, "Draw the next one."

Xiaolong drew a heart again.

Mo Ran asked curiously, "What is this?"

"Mind Calming Spell." Chu Wanning said irritably, "It's useless. Someone is meditating.

Next. "

Xiaolong mumbled and drew a dog-head again.

"… Beast Taming Spell …" Chu Wanning held his forehead, "You, pick the important ones to draw. Don't draw those that are applied to the face, to the dog, to coax people to sleep.

Next. "

Xiaolong raised its head and glared, "You're really picky!"

"Draw!"

Fearing that it would be thrown onto the candlestick and become the real "Torch Dragon", the paper dragon could only angrily use its two soft claws to draw a very complicated formation on the paper. At first glance, it looked very mysterious and profound.

"It looks like there are two circles, and then there's a cross, and then there's a vertical bar that goes straight down.

It looks like the Yin and Yang Eight Trigrams. "Mo Ran opened his eyes wide," Master, is this what the mysterious person left on the weapon … "

"No." Chu Wanning glanced at it and felt a little pain in his forehead, "It's the Voice Changing Spell."

"Oh?

What does it do? "

"Some people are born dissatisfied with their voice, or want to change their voice for other reasons. The Voice Changing Spell can do it. It's not a difficult spell."

Chu Wanning paused and said, "But the Voice Changing Spell will damage the throat if used for a long time. It's often difficult to restore the original voice … This spell is a little strange. I don't know who is using it."

Mo Ran listened and smiled, "Well, it's not strange."

Chu Wanning sighed and was about to say the next one. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. His eyes became misty and he suddenly turned to look at Mo Ran.

"Why not? Do you know something?"

"What do I know? I just think that it's normal for someone to be dissatisfied with their own voice. Maybe it's that Miss Song. Maybe she originally had a rough and unpleasant voice and wanted to make it more pleasing to the ear?"

"…" Chu Wanning flicked his sleeves and said, "You're always thinking about nonsense." He turned to Xiaolong and said, "Look at the next one."

Xiaolong drew another heart.

Mo Ran said, "Oh, Master, didn't you say that the Qingxin Spell doesn't need to be drawn?"

"Bah, you're just a kid. What do you know?"

The little dragon glared at him angrily and slapped his heart with its tail, leaving an ink mark on it. Then, it rubbed it away and painted the entire heart black.

"What's this?

Black Heart Spell? "

Chu Wanning seemed to be embarrassed. After a moment of silence, he said, "No.

It should be the Love Spell. "

"Then what is it?"

"It's similar to the Love Pill sold by the Xuanyuan Society." Chu Wanning said, "It bewitches people's intellect and makes them fall in love with themselves.

It's usually used by women. "

Mo Ran opened his eyes wide, "It can't be?

Could it be that Song Qiutong's side … "

"How would I know about this?"

Chu Wanning seemed very angry. He flicked his sleeves and said, "It's other people's feelings. Why do you care so much? If they want to mess around, let them."

"But Chu Wanning, are you really not interested in this Love Spell?"

Xiaolong wagged its tail and said happily, "I think this spell is very interesting. If you're willing to call me Dragon Prince three times, I'll …"

Chu Wanning lowered his eyes and said murderously, "Shut up and draw the next one."

"Hmph!

You'll regret it! "

"Are you going to draw it or not?"

Xiaolong didn't draw anymore. It sat down and scratched its belly with its short claws.

Chu Wanning said coldly, "What's wrong? Are you out of ink?"

"Idiot, there's no array."

Xiaolong rolled its eyes, "I've already drawn so many spells and you still think it's not enough? There's no more, that's all. Besides these, this inn is clean. There's no more spells."

Hearing this, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran's expressions changed slightly. Mo Ran said, "That's all?"

"That's all."

Chu Wanning said, "There's no spell to measure the Spirit Root?"

"No."

The master and disciple looked at each other, and there was a look of disbelief on each other's faces.

It must be known that if the mysterious man wanted to use the Xuanyuan Club to find a new spiritual essence, he must have left a measurement curse on the Divine Martial Art. But now, it seemed that the Divine Martial Art was clean, and there was no curse attached to it. Could it be that they had misunderstood from the beginning that the appearance of this Modao had nothing to do with the mysterious man?

Xiaolong saw that the two of them were silent, so it suddenly jumped into the air, circled left and right, and hummed, "Hey, you guys should pay attention to me. I'm very tired from drawing things.

Is there anyone who wants to give me a round of applause? "

Perhaps because Chu Wanning was irritated, seeing that it was still so noisy, he waved his sleeve and raised his hand, summoning a yellow talisman in the air. Xiaolong saw this and screamed again and again, "I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it, I don't want it!"

But in the blink of an eye, it was sucked in by the talisman and became a picture on the paper. Chu Wanning pointed with his fingertips again, and the dragon on the picture slowly disappeared.

Before it disappeared, it blinked at Chu Wanning in humiliation.

Chu Wanning said, "I'll call you if there's anything."

Xiaolong cried bitterly and said, "If there's something, Zhong Wuyan, if there's nothing, Xia Yingchun, Chu Wanning, Chu Wanning, you're so fickle …"

"Go back to where you came from!"

Chu Wanning, who had been talking to it nicely, heard this and became angry. He folded the talisman in half, flattened it with his palm, and put it into his sleeve.

At night, Chu Wanning slept on the bed, and Mo Ran slept on the ground.

Both of them were a little worried.

They didn't expect that there was no talisman on the Shenwu Sword. Did the mysterious man master a method to measure Spiritual Roots that they didn't know, or was that man not in a hurry at all and didn't intend to find all the people with the strongest spiritual power now?

"Mo Ran."

He called him in the dark night.

Mo Ran naturally responded, "Yes?"

"Let's go back to the Peak of Life and Death tomorrow."

He suddenly opened his eyes.

"What?"

"That man can even miss the Xuanyuan Society, so he should have another way to find it.

I'm afraid there won't be any results if we continue to investigate like this.

Let's go back to the Peak of Life and Death first. I'll ask the Lord to send a secret message to the other nine sects and ask them to check if there are any Spiritual Essences in their sects. If there are, we'll protect them first. It's better than waiting for them. "

"How can that be?

What if that mysterious man is one of the leaders of the ten sects? "

"The possibility is very small.

Even if he is, it doesn't matter. He already knows that we're tracking him, so this matter won't make a difference. "

"Then how can Master teach those leaders to listen to Uncle?" Mo Ran said blankly, "Is Master going to tell them everything?"

"That's not necessary, and they may not believe it." Chu Wanning said lightly, "I have my own way."

Mo Ran asked curiously, "What way?"

"Recruiting disciples."

"!!"

"I'll tell the Lord and let him tell the other nine sects that the Ghost Realm's barrier is often flawed, harming all sides.

At the Peak of Life and Death, Yu Heng will take at most five disciples as disciples and teach them the High Purity Barrier, Slaughter Barrier, and other spells. "

Chu Wanning said calmly, "Those sects have invited me many times to be an advisor, for the sake of these barrier techniques.

If I spread the word that I'm willing to teach them, I'm not afraid that they won't come.

I'll only take in high-grade Spiritual Bodies as disciples. In order to select talents, those leaders will have to obediently test the foundation of all their disciples, and our goal will be achieved. "

Mo Ran did not agree. In the darkness, his face turned green, "You, you want to take in more disciples?"

"Let's leave it to fate."

Chu Wanning turned over, seeming to finally be a little sleepy, and his voice softened.

"I'll let them report their names when they find them, and then let them learn the normal barrier techniques by themselves. After three years, if there's really someone among them who can persevere, then I'll take them in …"

In the darkness, hearing the gradually drowsy words of the person on the bed, Mo Ran felt as if he had kicked over a jar of vinegar in his chest, so sour that even his heart ached.

Taking in more disciples?

In the past life, you only took in three and were very picky. Why aren't you picky in this life?

How can you just take them in like that!

There were a few times when he wanted to talk to him, but when the words reached his lips, he became silent.

Chu Wanning was completely unaware of Mo Ran's sea of jealousy, and finally fell asleep.

The night was very cold. Mo Ran got up, put on a coat, and softly called him a few times. Seeing that he did not respond, he quietly pushed open the door and left the bedroom.

The walkway of the inn was quiet, with only a few red silk lanterns shining with a faint light. The light was reflected on the wooden floor, creating ripples of orange reflections.

Chu Wanning had already finished testing his Spirit Martial Skill.

But Mo Ran had not yet tested his No Return.

It should be known that if the Spirit Martial Skill was within a hundred feet of its owner, it could be summoned back to its owner's side with a spell.

At that time in the Xuan Yuan Pavilion, Mo Ran did not have time to perceive whether this was the weapon from his previous life, so how could he miss this opportunity now?

A layer of blood-red light floated on the tip of his finger.

Slowly lowering his eyelashes, Mo Ran whispered, "No Return, summon!"

After a few moments of hesitation, a muffled sound of a blade suddenly rang out in the distance. The sound was very soft, but it shook his eardrums, like a heavy hammer hitting his heart.

Mo Ran suddenly opened his eyes, "No Return!"

It was No Return. The Mo Blade was struggling, crying blood. The low roar seemed to be separated by layers of blood waves, rolling in the mortal world, rushing towards him.

He could almost hear No Return wailing, shouting hoarsely. It was trapped, imprisoned by something that Mo Ran did not know.

It could feel that its owner was calling it, but it could not answer the summons. Something was missing, cutting off the connection between him and it.

But they had a contract, they had seen the beautiful rivers and mountains together, they had also waited for death together, and heard the last bit of warmth of the Shaman Mountain Hall.

Man and Spirit Martial Skill were still connected, their flesh was torn apart by some kind of force, but their veins were still connected.

Mo Ran's eyes were wet and red, and he muttered, "No Return …"

It's you.

Why can't you come back?

Who is stopping you?

It's …

"Creak."

There was a light pushing sound.

But in this breathless darkness, it was like a clap of thunder.