Chapter 40: This seat is a living hell

The weapon contained in the Sauvignon Blanc is the same as the Heavenly Man, or rather, a bundle of golden willow vine identical to the Heavenly Man, from the pattern to the style.

There is no reason to break the willow branch.

Chu Wanning looked uncertain as he handed the willow vine to Mo Ran, and then, with the light in his palm, summoned the heavenly question, and when they were compared, it was as if they were looking in a mirror, and there was no difference between them.

No one saw this coming, not even Mo Ran, who had been smacked a thousand times in his previous life by Tian Man, could have imagined that Jin Chengchi would give him the exact same weapon.

What the hell is going on here?

All eyes turned to Gouchen Shanggong, who was standing nearby.

Gouchen Shanggong also looked surprised and said, "And now there are two wood spirit essences in the mortal world"

Xue Meng asks, "What does wood spirit essence mean?"

"Ah, yes." Gouchen Shanggong said, "There are five elements in this world, as you all know very well. Each person who cultivates his or her spiritual core will have one or two attributes. The most gifted person in the mortal world is the essence of that attribute, such as the Wushan goddess, who was the essence of the earth spirit. However, normally, within a generation, there can only be one essence of the same attribute, and the Wood Spirit Essence, which is already present in the mortal world, was given the weapon of the first Wood Spirit by me many years ago."

As he spoke, his eyes fell on Chu Wanning.

"When I forged the five top Shenwu, I originally intended to forge only one of each attribute. The other four were cast without any problems, except for the Wood Spirit Shenwu, which broke in two at the end of the furnace."

"I said that it was the will of God, and I took the two willows and made them into two separate weapons. But I still thought in my heart that the two weapons would never find their owners at the same time, so I gave one of them to Ji Baihua and asked him to make a brocade box to prevent any unscrupulous person from coveting it. But I did not expect"

Gouchen Shanggong shook his head and was about to continue his emotion when suddenly, the willow vine in Mo Ran's hand burst into a string of red flames of different colours, the golden lustre began to gradually change and finally became a blazing red, Mo Ran's mind was in chaos and without thinking, he said, "Ah shit. Ah hell."

Chu Wanning was too late to stop it.

So Gouchen Shanggong and Chu Wanning look at Mo Ran with considerable pity, and Mo Ran soon realises why they look like that. He had actually thought about it himself:

Shenwu's first glow of a different colour is a sign that it has surrendered to its owner and wants to be given a name by him.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Only the silver grip of the willow vine slowly appears with three strong, plumed, dainty inscriptions

Ah hell.

The Divine Soldier "Ah See Ghost".

Mo Ran: "Ahhhhhhhhh"

Xue Meng and Shi Mei did not know the rules of naming Shenwu, but when they saw what they saw, they understood. Xue Meng then laughed so loudly that tears came to his eyes, "You're the only one who can come up with such a name, hahahahaha. Master has Heavenly Question, you have ah see ghost, ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

Now that Mo Ran has acquired Shenwu, Xue Meng and Shi Mei have each chosen a weapon of their choice, a long sword for Xue Meng and a piccolo for Shi Mei, but neither of their weapons emits a different sheen, apparently untamed and unwilling to submit to their control.

But it doesn't matter much, there's always something to do.

Gouchen Shanggong, who had never brought mortals to Jin Chengchi before, kindly invited them to stay the night before leaving. It was his first time entertaining mortals, so he naturally did his best. The table was filled with goblets and chips, sweet and sour wines and cheeses, drums and music, and the guests were slightly drunk.

After the banquet, Gouchen Shanggong ordered his attendants to take the guests to their compartments and arrange for them to sleep and rest for the night.

The guests' upper room is next to the Shenwu Arsenal, and when they saw the huge Tongtian wood, Mo Ran thought of the "ghosts" he had just been given, so he could not help but call out the willow vine and look at it carefully.

There is no reason to break the willow branch.

What did the fox demon named Ji Baihua sense, why did he say such a thing, and what did he mean by it?

He was so drunk that his thoughts were not so clear. He only thought it was strange that if there was no mistake about Sauvignon Blanc, then how could Chu Wanning have unlocked the box?

Of course he doesn't like Chu Wanning, and it's a joke that Chu Wanning loves him.

As he pondered, he looked back at his master.

When his eyes met with Chu Wanning's, Mo Ran's heart fluttered as if he had been stabbed by something small and sharp, and a subtle sweetness washed over him. But the feeling was fleeting, and he soon regretted it again.

It's so annoying, but sometimes when I see him, I feel so peaceful and comfortable

Chu Wanning was indifferent, but when he saw that Mo Ran had summoned the ghost, he thought for a moment and summoned the heavenly question as well.

He walks towards Mo Ran.

Sensing the approach of another powerful wood spirit, the hell seemed to have a bad temper, and when it sensed the approach of another powerful wood spirit, it streaked with scarlet flames, and every now and then a few points burst out and landed on Xue Meng's body. It seems to have a competitive attitude.

On the other hand, Chu Wanning seems to have sensed the same kind of aura in his hand, but he and Chu Wanning have been together for a long time and have bonded well, so although he is also full of wariness, the golden light around him is not as restless as a ghost, but gradually brightens up, and only when he sees that his master has not stopped him does he become dazzlingly calm, as if he is determined to show "As if determined to show the Ghost what a great weapon should look like in battle.

The two Shenwu's are originally from the same family.

Now a handful of fledglings and a handful of battles.

One is splashed with red light, jumping up and down like a yellow-haired boy in a hurry, while the other is glowing with gold, like a master at the top of the mountain, reserved and proud.

Chu Wanning looked at the willow vine in his hand for a moment, pondered for a moment, and his gaze fell through the slender lashes of the chamber to see the ghost. He said, " Mo Ran ."

"Master."

The word "hell" seemed a little shameful, and Chu Wanning paused to say, "Pick up your willow vine, and look me in the eye."

Mo Ran's head was full of mush and he didn't know how many rolls it would make. He pinched his brow and laughed bitterly, "Don't joke, Master, spare me."

"I'll let you have three moves."

"I've never made willow vine"

"Ten moves."

"But."

Chu Wanning, without further ado, waved his hand and a dazzling golden light slashed at him. Mo Ran was horrified, his fear of Tian Man was so deep in his bones that he immediately raised his hand and raised his branch to block with his "Seeing Ghost". tangled up in a tangle, a series of golden and red sparks bursting from friction

Although he hadn't learned how to use this particular weapon, he had seen Chu Wanning's moves for a long time, and Mo Ran was a very gifted man, so he was able to withstand Chu Wanning's attacks.

Chu Wanning let the water out of his sails for a few dozen rounds in the cold pool, but Mo Ran was able to handle it well and surpassed his expectations.

The gold of Tian Man and the red of the devil waved into the wind amidst the waves of water, their stances were gorgeous, their wind shadows brilliant, the lake water was torn apart by the intense vine shadows, tearing and stirring.

Chu Wanning's eyes were appreciative, but Mo Ran was too tired to see the look in his eyes as he was gasping for air.

Chu Wanning said, "Tin Man, come back."

The golden willow vine, which had been so hard and hard at first, suddenly softened as if ice had turned into spring water, dispersing into specks of light and melting tamely back into Chu Wanning's palm.

Mo Ran, clinging to the seeker who was still bursting with flames of fiery light, gasped for a moment and simply sat on his butt in the snow, his eyebrows and eyes all aggrieved, "No more games no more games, Master you bully."

Chu Wanning: "You've been given ten moves."

Mo Ran shouted roguishly, "Ten strokes are not enough, you should have given me a hundred. Shi Mei Shi Mei, rub it for me." He said a lot of things, accompanied by Xue Meng's mockery and Shi Mei's persuasion.

Chu Wanning didn't say any more, just gave them a quiet look.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but the corners of Chu Wanning's mouth rubbed up slightly in the cold pool of blue water, seemingly with a soft smile, but it was only a momentary lapse of time, and then he turned his head away at random, staring at the huge wood of the mansion with his arms folded, not knowing what he was thinking.

It is night, and Mo Ran sits in the guest room to which she belongs, covered with fine, pure white sand, the walls painted blue and enchanted to reflect the sparkling light like the sea, the window half-open, the pearl curtain draped gently in the evening breeze, and a lamp made of night pearls lit on the table, illuminating the room in a warm and soothing way.

In the middle of the room was a large shell covered with soft satin. The satin was so fine and soft that Mo Ran lay down comfortably on the bed and summoned the ghost, holding it in his hand and looking at it, but he was perhaps too tired to play with it for long before he drifted off to sleep.

The hell is pressed against his chest, flowing with a faint red light, as if he too had fallen into a deep sleep with his master

When he woke up again, the first thing he felt was a cold sensation, followed by an inexplicable pain in his wrist.

He winced backwards, covering his head and sitting up slowly, the return of consciousness making the unfamiliar pain in his wrist all the more vivid as he realized with dismay that he had somehow been cut on his wrist and the blood had clotted and cocooned hideously in blood.

What's going on?

Where is this

Mo Ran's eyes widened.

The pale, cold lake light squeezed in through a small opening in the roof, barely illuminating the narrow room, which was less than a foot in size, and the greenish-grey stone walls were damp and sticky, with a thin sheen in the faint light.