Chapter 37: I have met the Great Spirit

"The cold moon reflects the frost and snow, the cold mountain holds the ice pond. The 8,000-foot high mountain cannot be crossed; the end of the earth is here."

Xue Meng, wearing deerskin gloves, brushed the snow off the lofty boulder, read the vermilion inscription on it, and turned back to say joyfully, "Master, we are here."

The snow flies all year round at the top of the Rising Sun Peak, but at this time the moon is hanging high above the lake, reflecting the cold air, the coldness of the lake, Jincheng Lake is frozen but not covered with snow, just like a glazed pearl, spreading across heaven and earth, the Milky Way falls to the mortal world, the stars hang for miles, it is magnificent. It is really like walking to the end of the earth, with white snow on your head.

A stone embankment leads to the centre of the lake, where the smooth surface of the lake is covered with a magnificent light. There is a stone tablet standing beside the embankment, frosted and strewn with lines, except for the four seal characters "It's hard to walk", which are still clearly written after a thousand years, and the vermilion top is bright red, as if someone had often added paint to it.

Chu Wanning stopped in front of the stone embankment and said, " Jin Chengchi begged for a sword, and only one person could enter at a time. Which one of you will go first"

Xue Meng said impatiently, "Master, I'll go first"

Chu Wanning looked at him, thought for a moment and shook his head, "I'm not comfortable with you acting recklessly."

At this time Shi Mei, who was on the side, smiled and said, "Master, I'll go first, I probably won't be able to dissolve the ice pond anyway."

On the vast icy lake, Shi Mei slowly walks along the stone embankment, which only allows one person to pass, to the end.

He followed the rules and condensed a ball of spiritual energy in his hand, then leaned down and pressed his palm against the ice Shi Mei's spiritual energy continued to travel down the ice surface, and the luminous white light shone brightly and darkly in the distance.

Mo Ran stood with bated breath, her ten fingers involuntarily squeezed tightly into her palm.

But Shi Mei tried for a long time at the edge of the lake, but the ice lake remained motionless. With a bitter smile he shrugged it off and walked back, saying to Chu Wanning, "Master, I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter, practice for a few years and then try again."

Mo Ran sighed slightly, more lost than both of them, but still reassured Shi Mei, "It's okay, there's still a chance, I'll come back with you next time."

Chu Wanning said, "Don't talk so much, go forward, it's your turn."

In his previous life, Mo Ran had come to seek the sword as a young man with boundless expectations of Shenwu. In this life, however, he has come to fetch the sword, knowing already what awaits him, and he does not feel the nervousness and anticipation. Instead, there is the warmth of a reunion with an old friend.

Walking on the stone embankment and kneeling in front of the frozen lake.

Bend down and touch your palm to the ice.

Mo Ran closes his eyes.

His unsheathed stranger's knife

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

Opening her eyes, Mo Ran whispered to the lake, "Bugui, I'm coming."

As if sensing the call of its destined master, a huge black shadow suddenly rises beneath the ice of Jin Chengchi, which hovers beneath the surface, growing clearer and more distinct.

Suddenly, a thousand feet of ice shattered, and Mo Ran heard Xue Meng's shout from the shore, a distant and almost inaudible sound.

"The ice is melting."

The tide rises and the water rushes to the sky. A green and black dragon emerges, each dragon scale seven feet wide, and all of a sudden the Jin Chengchi surface is tossing with waves and misting with water, and the dragon flows with light in the moonlight, spouting a snort.

At the same time, an ancient boundary fell at the edge of the pool, separating Chu Wanning and the others from Mo Ran.

Inside the boundary, one man and one dragon look at each other from afar.

Mo Ran, squinting against the watery filaments, looks up at the dragon.

In his mouth the dragon held a blackened blade, unsheathed, with an ancient, thick but sharp blade that broke gold. The dragon turns the blade into a size suitable for a mortal and slowly bows down the shiny dragon body, resting it in front of Mo Ran.

But instead of looking up immediately, it stared at the other man with the pupils of its ginger eyes, which were as tall as two grown men.

The dragon's eyes are like two bronze mirrors, reflecting Mo Ran's reflection clearly. Mo Ran held his breath and waited for it to speak.

If things remained the same, then all he had to do next was to go to the foot of the hill and break a plum blossom and bring it to him, the old dragon climbing up the ladder and letting Mo Ran take advantage of it.

Who would have thought that, after waiting for half a day, the dragon did not give him his weapon as easily as in his previous life, but instead the dragon's whiskers danced and his large yellow pupils narrowed, then he raised his forepaws and wrote two words on the snow in front of Mo Ran.

Mortals

Mo Ran froze.

He remembered clearly that in his previous life, this dragon could speak, but in this life, he had become mute

After writing these two words, the dumb dragon immediately denied itself, took its thick, fat scaly claws and erased the writing, and wrote another series of words.

No, mortals don't have such a strong aura, so you are a god

Mo Ran :""

After thinking for a moment, Lao Long waved his head and wrote again.

Not a god, you have an evil aura about you. You are a demon.

Mo Ran said, "What's all this nonsense? I've just been reborn, what's there to think about?

The old dragon, however, as if seeing his eagerness for the sword, suddenly raised his scaly dragon claws and held the stranger under them, while the other claw wiped away the original traces, added a handful of snow and continued to write.

Don't be offended. I have seen two other shadows in you, and it is really a rare sight in my life. Are you a man or a ghost, a god or a demon?

Mo Ran raised an eyebrow and said, "Of course I'm human. It's just a man who died once.

The old dragon paused and then wrote: The soul of a man is divided in such a way. This is truly unseen and unheard of.

Mo Ran saw it wagging its head and wagging its tail, so he couldn't help but laugh: "What's so strange about that?

The old dragon looked at him for a moment and wrote.

Then stand still and let me cast a spell on your soul and I'll give you the sword, okay?

""

Not expecting such a request, Mo Ran was slightly baffled and hesitated.

He wondered what it would be like if the old thing could see what had happened in his past life

But no return is at hand. The fierce and ruthless power of this stranger's sword is a rare and divine weapon in the world, and if we were to reject it, it would be impossible to obtain it again in the future.

After a moment's hesitation, Mo Ran looked up and asked, "Yes, but will you be willing to give me the sword no matter what you see in me, senpai?"

The old dragon, in one stroke, said.

It's a rule, and naturally, you don't go back on your word.

Whether I was good or evil in the past

The old dragon paused for another moment, then wrote.

Even if you were evil in the past, I cannot stop you, but I hope you will be good in the future.

Mo Ran laughed and said, "Good, since senior has said so, then naturally I have nothing to put off. Please cast a spell and take a look at it, senior."

The old dragon lifts his body slightly, bowing his flowing dragon body and emitting a snort, followed by a bright red glow from his pupils.

Mo Ran tilted his head up and realised that the red layer of light was, in fact, a mist. The blood mist deepened and gradually hid his reflection. After a long time, when the mist slowly cleared, the old dragon's eyes reappeared with his own standing figure.

Only this time, Mo Ran suddenly realised that, in addition to himself, there were two other indistinct shadows reflected in dragon's eyes, standing behind him, one to the left and one to the right.

Mo Ran was startled and immediately turned his head to look, but behind him there was nothing but snow, and no one else was anywhere to be seen.

He could not help but take two steps forward, but the two figures in dragon's eyes suddenly changed from closed eyes to open eyes

Shi Mei

Chu Wanning

He stumbled twice and fell backwards, stumbling over his words, "What is this?"

The three men in Old Dragon's eyes stand quietly, their faces calm and without the slightest expression, just gazing serenely into the distance.

Mo Ran was horrified, and after another moment, seeing the red blood mist rise again, the shadow in dragon's eyes began to go from clear to blurred and finally disappeared.

The old dragon snorts, his beard twitches, and then writes quickly.

I can't see it. I've never seen anyone with the mark of two other people in their soul in all my life. It's so strange.

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

Yes.

After writing this word, Lao Long paused for a moment and then wrote

I don't know what happened to you, how deep is your obsession to be entangled with someone else in your soul

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

His obsession with Shi Mei is so deep in his bones that even if it is engraved into his soul, even if old dragon can see Shi Mei along with him, he thinks it is no big deal.

But what about Chu Wanning?

What could be his obsession with Chu Wanning?

Is it possible that excessive hatred is considered a form of entanglement

This man and dragon were so deep in thought that they did not notice the slightest wrinkle in the water at Jin Chengchi.

By the time the monstrous waves broke through the sky and the shore was split, it was too late.

The water in Jin Chengchi was split in two as if it had been cut by a sword, and spurted upwards into the sky. They were not afraid of the hundreds of them gathered together, but the old dragon looked sideways at his yellow pupils.

Mo Ran said, "What's going on?"

After a pause, Lao Long wrote: Gouchen Shanggong.

One glance at these four words and Mo Ran was struck by lightning.

Gouchen Shanggong is the master of the sword and the weapon of the world. This first god created the world's first sword and helped Fuxi to vanquish the demon invaders.

The mighty god of beginnings is actually these hundreds of cows

It was too much of a shock for Mo Ran to take in, and he was dazed and confused when he heard a pale ocarina in the distance.

The ocarina is a very old instrument, and not many people in their time still play it. As the sound of the ocarina drew nearer, the rushing herd of beasts slowed to a halt, finally bending their front legs one by one and standing on their sides. When the tidal wave of beasts dispersed, a man in fancy clothes and carrying a long sword rode up on a qilin.

The man had a handsome face, with clear eyebrows and a very gentle face.

He is standing in the wind, the night snow on his body, the hem of his garment softly fluttering, the colour of the ceramic ocarina in his hand sunken and moist, his ten fingers lightly pressing the eyelets and bringing it to his mouth to play.

As the last note stops, the hundred bull heads suddenly turn into watery dew, and it turns out that they are made of illusions. The man put down the ocarina, looked Mo Ran back and forth, and then smiled gently: "You are indeed a strange man who has not been seen in ten thousand years. No wonder Wangyue is curious about you. My name is Gouchen Shanggong, and I live in Jin Chengchi. The blades in this pool are all made by me. I'm sorry for the small skill."

Although the old dragon had written it down once and the man had said it again himself, Mo Ran was still incredulous and paled, "You are Gouchen Shanggong".

The man, however, was not impatient and smiled, "Exactly I am."

Mo Ran simply choked: "It's the Lord of All Soldiers"

"Yes." Gouchen Shanggong raises his eyebrows lightly, a smile in his eyes, "I'm ashamed to say that's what they seem to call me in later times, but I have nothing better to do than sharpen a knife and wrap a small whip around it."

Mo Ran :""

It's annoying how modest powerful people can be. Chu Wanning says calmly and calmly, "I have three Shenwu", and Gouchen Shanggong is even more annoying, calling the weapons he makes "little knives". "little whips". He doesn't care that Fuxi the Great is called "little old man".

It took Mo Ran half a day to get over it and say, "So, so what, so you're not supposed to be in the gods' world? Why are you in this this pool?"

"I love knocking about and stirring up the little peace and quiet of the Heavenly Emperor from time to time. Instead of spending my days in the divine realm subject to his little white eyes, I should invite myself to fall into the mortal world."

Mo Ran said breathlessly, "How long have you been here?"

Gouchen Shanggong pondered slightly before smiling, "It's not bad, but it's only a few hundred years younger."

"A few hundred years." Mo Ran repeated, laughing dryly, "A little long, don't the gods think, a little long"

Gouchen Shanggong smiled lightly and waved his sleeve, not too concerned.

"It's not that long. Besides, after forging the sword for the Heavenly Emperor, I have lost a lot of my divine energy, and it is boring to stay in that divine world where pearls and jade are all over the sky, but it is much better here."

Although Mo Ran was quite curious about this legendary god of killing and destruction, he was not in a position to ask more personal questions, and after thinking about it, he felt that another matter was more important and said, "God, you have come out to see me today, not just because you see that my soul is special, right"

"How can you not you are rare in your spiritual power, a rare thing." Gouchen Shanggong smiled and said, "I'm afraid it would be condescending to give you only this stranger's sword."

Mo Ran said, "Haha, it's fine, I think it suits me."

"At first glance, that's what I thought." Gouchen Shanggong laughed and said, "After careful examination, I realised that this was not the case. I was curious about your rare qualifications, so I came out this time to invite you to the bottom of the lake for a little chat. I wanted to see which of the millions of blades would be most suitable for you."

""

The shock was so great that even Fairy Tramper, with all her knowledge, gagged a little.

The Lord of Ten Thousand Soldiers, who actually invited himself to pick out a weapon

When Gouchen Shanggong saw that he was silent, he thought he was afraid to go, so he said, "Don't worry, there are many spirits and monsters underwater, but they all obey my orders and will not harm you. Wangyue can testify to this."

The old dragon did not make a sound, but slowly pushed his head aside.

Seeing that he was indeed sincere in his invitation, Mo Ran could not help but be slightly moved and said, "Then if I go, can the gods grant me one request?"

"What's the request?"

"The man who asked for the sword is a dear friend of mine." Mo Ran said, gesturing towards the shore behind the boundary and pointing Shi Mei out to him, "He was unable to ask for a sword, so I thought that if I granted the Lord God's wish, could the Lord God also grant my wish and give him a weapon"

"I thought it was nothing, it's just a hand job." Gouchen Shanggong laughed, and with a sudden wave of his hand, the ancient boundary of the Tongtian dissipated.

"It's an easy thing to do. Let them all three come over. If you have a weapon you like, just take it."

Mo Ran was overjoyed, he hadn't thought it would be so easy to find. Shi Mei was even more excited to get his hands on Shenwu than he was to get a more powerful weapon himself. Shi Mei and Xue Meng's eyes widened, and even Chu Wanning was slightly moved.

As Gouchen Shanggong watched, he suddenly seemed to realise something and gave a 'hmm' and stared at Chu Wanning.

"It's you."