The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

At the same time, in the private room of Confucianism Gate on the third floor, Ye Wangxi stood tall and tall, standing beside the railing carved with tung flower patterns, his brows were also furrowed, and his lips were pursed into a thin line.

"Young Master Ye, what Elder Xu asked us to buy is the Shenwu. If you really want to pay for the sphenoid bone beauty seat, I'm afraid you won't have enough money left..."

"It's okay, I'll do it myself."

Seeing Ye Wangxi's insistence on this, the left and right looked at each other secretly, and then stopped talking.

The second pavilion master of Xuanyuan Pavilion said crisply: "The Butterfly Bone Beauty Seat starts at 1000 million gold, and you can bid for it at a higher price."

"100 million."

"Two million for 1000."

The noise on the first floor became louder and louder, and the price soared rapidly.

"900 million!"

"I offer 500 million!"

The instant increase of 600 million made many monks feel overwhelmed and sat down shaking their heads.At this time, the silver slips from several private seats on the second floor fell in front of the owner of the Xuanyuan Pavilion, and she quickly picked them up one by one, holding them between her fingers one by one, like unfolding a folding fan, and opened the silver slips with prices written on them.

"The highest at the moment." After reading it, the second pavilion master said very clearly, "Xuanzi No. 500 elegant seat, the bid is [-] million."

"500 million?!"

Everyone gasped in unison, and turned their heads to look at the elegant seat of Xuanzi on the second floor, but they saw that the lights were dim and the silver gauze was fluttering there, but they couldn't see who was sitting inside at all.

"[-] million is enough to buy a palace on Xiandao."

"Who made the price, this is too outrageous..."

"If you are so rich, you must belong to the top ten sects. I don't know which one?"

Chu Wanning closed his eyes, and when he heard the offer, he asked Mo Ran: "Do you have enough money?"

"I didn't bring enough!" Unexpectedly, I would suddenly see Song Qiutong here, Mo Ran was extremely shocked, and when he heard Chu Wanning calling him, he suddenly came back to his senses, and said vigilantly, "What is the master doing?"

"Buy her."

Mo Ran's eyes widened, and he waved his hands again and again: "I can't buy it, I can't buy it, this woman is a burden, where do we put her after buying her? I have to rent an extra horse for the journey in the future, and book an extra room for sleeping. , don’t, don’t buy.”

"Who said you want to go on the road with her? Just let her go after you buy it." Chu Wanning opened his eyes and stretched out his hand calmly, "Take the money."

Mo Ran squeezed the purse tightly: "No, no!"

"I'll pay you back when I go back."

"This is the money to buy Shenwu!"

"Didn't you see a ghost? What do you want Shenwu to do? Take money!"

"........."

Mo Ran is one head and two big, this Song Qiutong, when he saw her for the first time in his previous life, she had already worshiped under the Confucian style, when Mo Ran slaughtered the city, she looked a bit like a teacher, in his heart She spared her life as soon as she moved, and later saw that she was well-behaved and docile, and her temperament was very similar to Shi Mo, so she was finally named queen.

However, this is one of the most regrettable decisions made by Mo Ran.

Now Chu Wanning, a cold-faced and kind-hearted guy, actually wants to buy her, how can Mo Ran agree.Let alone 4000 million for this woman, she doesn't even want four copper coins.

wrong!It is not uncommon for him to pay him 4000 million yuan!

The two were at a stalemate, when suddenly a lottery fell from the third floor, but it was golden.

Top sign!

The most expensive lottery in Xuanyuan Pavilion is this kind of gold lottery. There is no need to write on it, and one piece is equivalent to 5000 million gold. ".

Everyone was stunned and there was an uproar.

"Confucian style door!"

"The Confucian Style Sect has released the top lottery!"

Chu Wanning also stopped talking to Mo Ran, who was clutching his money bag, but turned his head to look outside.From his angle, he can just see the first room on the third floor. Ye Wangxi is a person who is too lazy to hide. He has long tied up the Xueyue veil used by Xuanyuan Pavilion to ensure the privacy of guests, and stands with his hands behind his back. By the railing.

He looked solemn, and there was no superfluous expression on his handsome face. He looked at the noisy scene below, seemed a little speechless, turned and walked into the depths of the box.

Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Chu Wanning: "Master, you can rest assured. This Ye Gongzi lives with me in Taohuayuan. I know him a little bit. He is kind and kind, and the butterfly bone beauty seat was bought by him. , he can't do anything utterly devoid of conscience."

In the Confucian style private room on the third floor, Ye Wangxi sat at the table covered with gold flowers and silver leaf embroidered satin, and poured a cup of fragrant tea.When the tea was finished, there was a knock on the door outside.

Ye Qianxi's voice was gentle and correct: "Please come in."

"Ye Xianjun, the sphenoid bone beauty table is brought to you, please inspect it."

"Thank you, let's go down."

The maid of Xuanyuan Pavilion retreated, and the room was silent for a moment.The hands and feet of the sphenoid beauty seat were bound by the forbidden spell, and she knelt on the ground with panicked eyes and trembling. Her peach blossom eyes were tinged with a faint blush at the end of her eyes because of crying miserably, which made people's hearts move.

But Ye Wangxi glanced at her, there was no distracting thoughts in his clear and clear eyes, and he raised his hand in the air to lift the restraint.

"It's cold on the ground, the girl is startled. Sit down and have a cup of hot tea."

"..." The sphenoid beauty sat tremblingly, with eyes as crystal as glass, still curled up, not daring to speak, let alone move.

Ye Wangxi sighed, asked the left and right attendants to take a cloak, and handed it to her.

"Girl, don't worry, Ye Mou didn't redeem the girl for cultivation. You put on this dress first, and we'll talk about it when you have something to do."

"you you……"

Seeing that she still didn't move, Ye Wangxi was very pitiful for the timid look of raising her head, so she shook her head with a wry smile, and squatted down on one knee, level with her.

"My name is Ye Wangxi, dare I ask the girl's name?"

"My... my surname is Song." She looked at Ye Wangxi hesitantly, her pupils were dim, and she was very wronged, "Song Qiutong, my little girl, thank you Mr. Ye..."

Downstairs, Mo Ran was thinking secretly.

When I met Song Qiutong in my previous life, she was already a disciple of the Confucian School, and I think she was rescued by Ye Wangxi during the bidding for Xuanyuan Pavilion.

The sphenoid bone beauty seat will not be treated as a normal person, but once you become a disciple of a certain immortal sect, it is another matter.

Mo Ran sighed in his heart, he didn't know much about Ye Wangxi, he only knew that this person was very upright, and he was the most powerful person in the world except Chu Wanning back then.When Mo Ran slaughtered Confucianism 72 City, he had a fight with Ye Wangxi. The majestic swordsmanship and majestic figure are really unforgettable.

There are 72 mighty cities, and the rest of the fairy city Mo Ran took it without any effort. Those city owners with long names and famous Confucian style are nothing but worthless in his eyes.

Only this Ye Wangxi, only this Ye Wangxi, the seven cities he defended, Mo Ran could not attack for a long time.Even if the city was broken in the end, and this man knelt among the bony bones covered in blood, his eyes were clear and his heart would not change.

At that time, the head of Nangong of Confucianism Sect had fled, and many people were begging for mercy, begging Mo to set them free.

But Ye Wangxi frowned, closed his eyes, and looked cold.

Mo Ran still remembered that before he killed him, he asked him intentionally: "Can you surrender?"

"No surrender."

Mo Ran smiled, sitting on the gilded dragon and phoenix chair of the Confucianism Sect Master, his eyelashes trembling, his eyes swept over the dark crowd, leaving aside the ordinary disciples, six or seven city lords, more than ten guardians, they all crawled Into the dust, shivering.

In the leaden sky, jackdaws were hoarse and lingering, and the blood-red banners were hunting. Mo Ran raised his hand and said, "Kill them all."

Before Ye Wangxi died, he said a word: "In the seventy cities of Confucianism in Huanghuang, none of them is a man."

The light of blood deceives the sky.

Mo Ran held the new beauty Song Qiutong in his arms. The peerless beauty's face was like golden paper, looking at the Shura Hell in front of him, her tender body shivered uncontrollably.

"Hey, don't be afraid. Don't be afraid. From now on, you will follow me." Mo Ran stroked her hair and smiled, "Come on, tell me again, what is your name? What did you do in this Confucianism sect?" ? I just heard it once, but I haven’t memorized it by heart.”

"Little girl...Song Qiutong." She said anxiously, "So...it was Ye Wangxi's sect...the maid..."

Ye Wangxi's servant girl.At that time, she answered Mo Ran like this.

But Mo Ran doesn't know why Song Qiutong, as a sphenoid bone beauty seat, came to worship under the Confucian school by chance, and how Ye Wangxi accepted him as a maid.Until today, when he came to Xuanyuan Pavilion after rebirth, Mo Ran suddenly realized that it was Ye Wangxi who lost his daughter in the first place to save her from the tiger's eyes on the wolf.

It is obvious that some people know that a large part of the reason for Ye Wangxi's final defeat by the Mo Burning Sword is thanks to Song Qiutong's whistleblowing.

Thinking of this section, Mo Ran couldn't help frowning, and his dislike for Song Qiutong was a little bit more - I was probably fascinated by ghosts back then, so I felt that this woman was actually similar to Shi Mo.

"The last traded item in this auction is a masterless martial arts." The second pavilion master said, interrupting Mo Ran's thoughts, "This martial arts is not owned by Gu Yueye, it is also a consignment. "

The finale treasure of each auction will reveal some rumors before the start of the meeting. Therefore, compared to the fierce reaction to the "sphenoid bone beauty seat" just now, although the monks below are also eager to try, they are much calmer.

The white jade lotus opened again, and a silver satin box with sun, moon, mountain and river patterns was slowly floating up on the stone platform.

The brocade box is long and narrow, and the embroidery on the surface is very fine. A knowledgeable person can tell at a glance that the gold thread totem on it is from the most famous embroidery workshop in Gusu, Xianyun Pavilion.Leaving aside the divine power inside, this box alone is worth a hundred gold.

"This Shenwu was discovered in the Junshan Mass Burial Mound. Its previous owner has passed away. After being verified by Xuanyuan Pavilion, Shenwu has never recognized a new owner." The second pavilion master paused, and continued, "As we all know, Shenwu's There are inscriptions engraved on the body of the weapon. However, due to the death of the owner of the weapon for many years, the writing on the weapon has been worn out, and the only recognizable thing is the word "return."

Someone muttered: "Say so much, don't open the box first."

"Oh, forget it, just get used to it, isn't Xuanyuan Pavilion's consistent style like this. Let's talk nonsense first, and then show everyone the goods."

"makes sense."

Mo Ran thought it was funny, turned his head and wanted to say a few words to Chu Wanning, but when he turned around, he saw Chu Wanning frowned, his slender fingers like cold jade supported his forehead, and his face was as pale as frost.He was startled, and hurriedly asked: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Suddenly...felt uncomfortable."

"Why is it uncomfortable, did you catch a cold again?" Mo Ran leaned over and touched his forehead, "It's not hot either."

"..." Chu Wanning shook his head but didn't speak, his expression was weak.

Mo Ran didn't know what to do, so he had to say: "I'll pour you a cup of tea." He filled up a cup of hot tea, thought about it, and poured a little tapir fragrance into it.

The medicine made by this cold-scale master is famous all over the world. After Chu Wanning drank the tea mixed with tapir fragrance, he really got better, and his face was not so ugly.He raised his eyes and went to watch the bidding downstairs again.Mo Ran cleaned up the tea set and poured him a second cup.

"Xuanyuan Pavilion has no way of knowing the full name of this martial arts, but because of a coincidence, it returned to the world, and there is a word "return" in its inscription. Therefore, we temporarily drew up a name and called it 'Return'."

Finally, some impatient person couldn't stand it any longer, and shouted from below: "Pavilion Master, you have already whetted our appetites after talking so much. Quickly open the box and let us see how this martial arts looks like."

The second pavilion master of Xuanyuan Pavilion smiled slightly: "Immortal Monarch, don't worry. According to the rules of the cultivation world, after the death of the original owner of Shenwu, the weapons should belong to his heirs according to blood relationship. The 'return' was found in the mass grave. It is impossible to know the identity of its original owner. However, after the box is opened, you can release your spiritual power to perceive it. If there is someone who complements Shenwu, it is the blood relative of the original owner of this weapon. Then there is no need to bid, and the 'return' will belong to it."

"Hahaha, how can there be such a coincidence in the world."

Most of the monks in the field laughed.

"Yeah, it's almost impossible."

"But if you don't try it, don't try it. It's not bad to try your luck."

The second pavilion master looked at the people in the audience with a smile, and said crisply: "Yes, it is always good to try your luck. Please pay attention, all the immortals, this will open the cover."

She snapped her fingers, and immediately two disciples of Gu Yue Ye came up from the left and right, both young girls of fifteen or sixteen years old. Each has a crystal exquisite key, which is carefully inserted into the lock hole on the box.

Only two "clicks" and "clicks" were heard, and the lock fell in response.

Seeing the situation of unlocking the lock, Mo Ran inexplicably thought of the scene where he got the 'Damn' in Jin Chengchi.At that time, it was clearly said that "only those who love deeply in the world" can open Sauvignon Blanc, and I don't know why the brocade box was opened in Chu Wanning's hands in the end.

The people around were holding their breath, and countless pairs of eyes hidden under the hood were staring at the narrow box.The lid of the box embroidered with gold thread was slowly opened, and the tense atmosphere in the air was stretched to the extreme, like a fully stretched bowstring.Inside the pavilion where thousands of people gathered, it was so quiet that even the sound of hair falling to the ground could be heard.

Everyone was staring intently at the ancient edge exposed in the box.Or greed, or curiosity, or appreciation...

Only Mo Ran, the moment he saw the weapon in the box, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the blood color faded away in an instant.

He has lived two lifetimes, he has owned two martial arts in his previous and present lives, and he has fought against more than ten masters of martial arts.Regarding the things that Xuanyuan Pavilion put up for bidding this time, he thought that he would definitely have no troubles.

But he was wrong.

"Shenwu is back." The clear voice of the second pavilion master broke the silence, "Modao is in the form of a sword, four feet long and three inches wide. It has no sheath, and its whole body is dark, and there is no reflection in the daytime."

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 hands.

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 the non-guidance at this time clearly knew that Mo Ran and Chu Wanning were following his tracks, so his purpose was by no means to test who is the essence 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

Word: None

Posthumous name: None

Occupation: Disciple of the First Elder of the Confucian School

To put it simply: the stepfather raised

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