Chapter 87: I don't want you to take on any more disciples

The little dragon came and went like the wind, and in just one tea time, he came back through the window, shouting, "I've found it, I've found it, there are many traces of spells in this inn, hahahaha."

"Mo Ran leaned over the table and ran his fingers along the little dragon's body, which was slapped on the back of his hand with a prick of its tail, but it was made of paper, so it didn't hurt, it tickled.

"Don't touch me, you repulsive little white boy, I'm not married yet, so how can I be a dragon after you touch me?"

Mo Ran laughed and said, "What? You're a paper-headed dragon, and you're getting married."

"Waaaahhhhhh you're the one made of paper heads dog"

"Why do you call me dog too, you're not Xue, are you?"

"My name is Xue, I'm ignorant, I'm the most famous candle in the world, I open my eyes for day, close them for night, exhale for summer, inhale for winter. I do not change my name, I am also Candle Jiu Yin."

"Can't understand it."

Mo Ran went to help him, but as soon as he reached out his hand, the little dragon bit him, but the paper teeth didn't hurt or itch.

" Chu Wanning." Little dragon lifted a whisker limply and poked Chu Wanning's shirt breathlessly, "The dog thief hit me."

Chu Wanning didn't bother to talk to him, he pulled him down and slapped him on the table: "What are the knots out there?"

"Hmph, you dare to call out to the throne three times, Prince? You call out to the throne and"

Chu Wanning stared at him coldly, "Speak."

""

The little dragon was so angry that his body swelled up and his dragon whiskers rushed to the sky, his green bean eyes glaring at Chu Wanning in anger.

Chu Wanning narrowed his eyes, "If you waste any more ink, I'll burn you." With that, he went to lift it by the tail, making a move to carry it to the fire, "to make you a real candle dragon."

"Okay, okay, you're good, you're good, I'll tell you, I'll tell you, really."

little dragon barked several times, spitting out a few more ink stars, and muttered in a low voice: "Fierce as hell, no wonder you don't have a daughter-in-law every time I see you for so many years"

"Hey" Mo Ran winked, peeking over at Chu Wanning with an impishly wicked grin, "didn't Master say there was a Sifu?"

"" Chu Wanning ignored him and, with a stern brow, snapped at little dragon, "You're the only one who talks too much, so write now."

"Hmph stinky man."

Poofing down on the rice paper that had already been laid out, little dragon used his magic power to condense the ink in his paws and grunted as he drew a crooked dog crawling charm on the end of the paper.

It was no wonder he couldn't directly dictate what spells he had seen, as his paper head was too limited to identify the original spell by its residual marks, and he had to scribble out what he had seen. Fortunately, Chu Wanning was able to identify them, and as he lowered his eyes, he slowly gave the names of each spell.

Little dragon painted with a waning moon.

Chu Wanning: "Tranquillity trick. Someone here has insomnia."

A little dragon drawing of a seven-star formation.

"The Star Royalty. Someone has set up a guard post to defend this area."

Little dragon painted a rouge box.

"The Glowing Face Technique."

Mo Ran burst out laughing and raised her hand, "I know this one, the little spell for beauty at night for little girls, it's that butterfly bone beauty mat, right"

Without comment, Chu Wanning seemed a little distracted by the fact that he had drawn several spell marks in a row that were so inconsequential.

Little dragon has painted another heart.

Mo Ran wondered, "What is this?"

"The Clear Mind trick." Chu Wanning annoyed, "It's no use, someone's just meditating. Next."

Little dragon chirps and draws another dog's head.

"Taming the Beast" Chu Wanning held his forehead, "You, pick the important ones to draw, none of this face-pressing, dog-teasing, lulling-to-sleep stuff. Next."

little dragon tilted his head and blew out his beard, "You're really picky"

"Painting"

Afraid of being thrown on the candlestick and becoming a real "candle dragon", the paper-headed little dragon took his two little soft paws and scribbled on the paper again, this time drawing a very complicated formation that was very mysterious and profound at first glance.

"It looks like two circles, then a cross, then another vertical bar running straight down. It's a bit of a yin and yang bagua." Ran's eyes widened, "Master, this could not have been left on the weapon by the mystic"

"No." Chu Wanning only glanced at it, and the corner of his forehead throbbed a little, "Sound change."

"Oh do what?"

"If someone is born with a voice that they are not happy with, or if they want to change their voice for other reasons, a voice change spell can be done. Chu Wanning paused and said, "But the voice change spell is notorious for damaging the throat over time, and it is often difficult to return to the original voice."

Mo Ran listened but laughed: "Well, that's not surprising."

Chu Wanning sighed and was just about to say the next one when he was suddenly struck by a sudden thought, his eyes fogged up and he suddenly looked sideways at Mo Ran.

"Why not wonder if you know something"

"What do I know, I just think it's normal for someone to be unhappy with their voice, maybe it's that Aunt Song, maybe she had a raspy voice and wanted to make it more pleasant."

"" Chu Wanning said with a brush of his sleeve, "all you do is think." Turning to little dragon, he said, "Look at the next one."

Little dragon painted with another heart.

Mo Ran said, "Oops, didn't the master say that there was no need to draw the Clear Heart Technique?"

"Bah, what do you know about children" little dragon glared at him angrily, took his tail and slapped it hard, making an ink mark on the heart, then crushed and smeared it away, blackening the whole heart.

"What is this black heart trick?"

Chu Wanning seemed embarrassed and said after a moment of silence, "No. It's supposed to be a bell trick."

"What's that?"

"It's similar to the kind of love pills sold by the Xuan Yuan Society." Chu Wanning said, "It compels the mind to fall in love with itself, that sort of thing. It's usually used by women."

Mo Ran's eyes snapped open, "No way! It can't be Song Qiutong over there."

"How should I know about such things." Chu Wanning, looking indignant, flung his sleeves and said, "What do you care about other people's feelings?

"But Chu Wanning, are you really not interested in this spell?" little dragon wagged his tail happily, "I think it's an interesting spell, and if you'll call me Prince dragon three times, I'll"

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

"Hmph you'll regret it."

"Do you draw?"

Little dragon, however, stopped drawing and sat down with a grunt, scratching his belly with his short paws.

Chu Wanning said grimly, "What, are you out of ink?"

"Stupid, there are no more spells." Little dragon rolled his eyes, "I've drawn so many spells, you still don't have enough, no, no, no, that's all, apart from that, the inn is clean, there are no spells."

When they heard it, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran both changed their expressions slightly, and Mo Ran said, "That's it."

"No more."

Chu Wanning said, "There is no spell for measuring spiritual roots."

"No."

The master and disciple looked at each other with a look of disbelief on their faces. They knew that if the mystery man wanted to use the Xuan Yuan meeting to find the new spirit essence, he would have to leave a measuring spell on the Shenwu, but now it seemed that the Shenwu was clean, there was no spell attached to it.

Little dragon saw the two of them silent, abruptly and then pranced to the mid-air, circled around and grunted, "Hey, you guys do pay attention to this seat, this seat is very tired of drawing things. Anyone give me a round of applause?"

Perhaps Chu Wanning was annoyed, and when he saw that the dragon was still making such a noise, he simply waved his sleeve and raised his hand, summoning a yellow talisman in the air. Chu Wanning tapped his fingertips again, and the dragon on the painting disappeared.

It winked humiliatingly at Chu Wanning before disappearing.

Chu Wanning said, "I'll call you if I need you."

Little dragon cried out in anguish, "Zhong Wuyan is in trouble, Xia Yingchun is in trouble, Chu Wanning, Chu Wanning, you are so mean"

"Go back," Chu Wanning, who had been talking to him properly, raised his black eyebrows in anger and slapped the charm in half with a snap and took it back between his sleeves.

At night, Chu Wanning sleeps on the bed and Mo Ran on the floor.

Both were a little preoccupied.

I didn't expect that there was no talisman on Shenwu. Did the mysterious man have a method of measuring spiritual roots that they didn't know about, or was the man in no hurry at all and didn't intend to find all the people with the most spiritual power now?

" Mo Ran ."

In the darkness of the night, he calls to him.

Mo Ran naturally responded, "Mmm."

"We'll go back to the top of the dead first thing tomorrow."

The eyes opened abruptly.

"What."

"That man can even miss the Xuan Yuan meeting, so he should have another way to find out. I'm afraid we won't get any results if we continue to investigate like this. Let's go back to the Peak of Death and Life first, and I'll ask the venerable master to send a secret message to the other nine sects, asking them to first thoroughly check whether there are spirit essences under their sects, and if so, to protect them first, as it's better than waiting for them."

"How does this work in case that mysterious person is one of the ten sect heads?"

"It's very unlikely. Even if it is, it doesn't matter, he already knew we were after him, no less."

"Then how can the master teach all those sects to listen to uncle?" Mo Ran said blankly, "Can't it be that the master is going to tell them everything?"

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

Mo Ran wondered, "What method?"

"Apprenticeship."

""

"I will speak to the Exalted Lord myself and ask him to tell the other nine sects that the Ghost Realm boundaries are often lacking and are harmful to the four directions. Yu Heng, the Peak of Death and Life, will take up to five disciples as apprentices and teach the Shangqing Boundary, the Slaying Boundary and other arts." Chu Wanning said quietly, "Those sects have repeatedly invited me to be their shogun for these boundary techniques. If I put the word out that I am willing to teach them, I am not afraid that they will not come. If I only accept top-grade spiritual bodies as disciples, those sect heads will inevitably have to obediently test the roots and bones of all their disciples in order to select their talents, and we will have achieved our goal."

Mo Ran, however, did not agree, and in the darkness, his face turned blue: "You, you want to take on another pupil"

"As you wish."

Chu Wanning rolled over and seemed to finally get a little sleepy, his voice softening.

"I'll have them give their names first when they find them, then I'll let them practice ordinary conjuration on their own, and after three years, if any of them can really hold out, then take them in"

In the darkness, hearing the dazed words of the man on the couch, Mo Ran felt a jealousy kicked in his chest, which made his heart ache.

Another intake of students

In your previous life you only took in three, you were very picky, how come in this life you are not picky anymore how can you take in just one?

Several times I wanted to speak to him, but when I reached my lips, I became reticent.

Chu Wanning, oblivious to Mo Ran's jealousy, finally falls asleep.

The night was cool, so Mo Ran got up and called him three or two times, but when he did not respond, he quietly pushed the door open and left the bedroom.

The aisles of the inn are silent, with only a few red silk lanterns glowing peacefully, reflecting on the wooden floor in a rippling round of orange reflections.

Although Chu Wanning has finished his experience with Shenwu.

Mo Ran, however, has not yet had his non-return tested.

If Shenwu was within a hundred feet of his master, he could be called back to his side by casting a spell. At that time in Xuanyuan Court Mo Ran did not have time to sense if this was his weapon from his previous life, so he could not miss this opportunity.

A blood-red light floats on the tips of the fingers.

Slowly dropping his eyelashes, Mo Ran whispered, "Do not return, summon."

After a few moments of stagnation, a sudden dull sabre call rang out in the distance, a sound that was extremely soft, yet straight to his ears and drums, like a heavy hammer beating through his heart.

Mo Ran's eyes snapped open, "No return"

It was Bugui, the stranger's sword striving and weeping for blood, its low, drinking roar racing towards him like a wave of blood through a heavy, rolling red dust. He could practically hear Bugui wailing, screaming hoarsely, it was trapped, imprisoned by something Mo Ran did not know.

He could feel his master calling him, but could not come in response to the edict; something was missing, severing his connection with it alive.

But they had a pact, they had seen together the beauty of the river and the mountains high above, and they had waited together to die and smell the last remnants of Wushan Palace.

One is connected to Shenwu, the flesh and blood are torn apart by some force, but the sinews are still connected.

Mo Ran's eyes were wet and red as she muttered, "No return"

It's you.

Why can't you return.

Who is stopping you.

Yes

"Squeak."

Soft sound of pushing the title.

But in the breathless darkness, it was like a thunderclap.