The weapons contained in Sauvignon Blanc are the same questions, or a bundle of golden willows that are exactly the same as the ones in the sky.
No acacia, breaking the willow branches.
Chu night Ning looked uncertain, handed this bunch of willow to the ink, and the back of the palm condensed, summoned out the sky to ask, the two are compared, it is like a mirror, no difference.
Everyone did not expect such a thing to happen. Even the burning of ink could hardly believe in their own eyes. As a person who had been asked thousands of times in the past, he would not think of it anyway. Actually gave him an identical weapon.
what on earth is it?
Everyone’s eyes were on the side of the hall.
Gou Chen Shanggong looks very surprised, saying: "...and now there are two wood spirits in the mortal world?"
Xue Meng asked: "What does "Mu Ling Essence mean?"
"Ah, that's it." Gou Shanggong said, "There are five elements in this world. You are very clear. Everyone who cultivates the spiritual core will have one to two attributes. And the most talented person in a trait. It is the essence of that attribute, such as the former Wushan goddess, she is the essence of the earth. However, in general, within one generation, the same attribute may only have one essence - and the essence of wood spirit, now there is already I gave him the first weapon of Muling many years ago."
He said, his eyes fell on Chu Ning.
"When I was casting five top sacred martial arts, I originally planned to cast only one piece for each property. The other four pieces did not show any difference in the casting process, but Muling Shenwu, it was interrupted in the furnace."
"My way is God's will, so I made the two pieces of wicker into two weapons. But I still believe that these two weapons can never find the master at the same time, so I handed one of them to Ji Baihua, let He hit a box to prevent derailments. But I didn't think..."
Gou Shanggong shook his head and was about to continue his emotions. Suddenly, the willows in the ink-burning hands burst into a string of colorful fireworks. The golden luster that began to flow gradually began to change, and finally became a fiery red. The thoughts in the ink-burning mind are chaos. I didn’t even think about it. I said, "Oh! Hell!"
It’s too late for Chu’s staying to stop.
So Gou Shanggong and Chu Wanning looked at the ink burning with great pity, and the ink burned quickly knew why they would make this look. He actually thought about it himself:
The first time that Shenwu gave out the brilliance of different colors, it means that it has been returned to its own owner, and wants the owner to give it a name...
Unfortunately, it is too late. I saw the silver handle of Liu Teng, and slowly appeared three powerful and sturdy handwritings -
what! Hell.
God soldiers "ah! See ghosts."
Ink burning: "............... ah ah!!!!"
Although Xue Meng and Shi Yan did not know the rules of this martial arts naming, but seeing the foreground image, I have already understood it. Xue Meng then laughed and laughed and tears flowed out: "This kind of name is really only you can take it out, hahahaha, good name, good name. Master has a day to ask, you have 'ah! Hell, ah hahahahahaha."
Since the ink burned the martial arts, Xue Mengshi also picked their favorite weapons - Xue Meng is a long sword, the teacher is a pipe piccolo, but the two men's weapons have never produced a different luster, apparently Not yet tamed, refused to surrender to the two.
But this doesn't matter much, you can always think of it.
So each of them was in a good mood. At night, the spring night, the building was opened, and Chen Shanggong never brought a mortal to Jinchengchi, and invited them to stay for one night. He first entertained the mortal, and he naturally did his best. On the table, I was staggered, and I was so sweet and sour, and the guests were very happy.
After the banquet was scattered, Gou Chengonggong waited to take guests to the room to arrange a sleep, and spent the rest of the night.
The guest went to the house next to the arsenal of the gods, and saw the giant wood of the sky. The ink burned and thought of the "devil" that he only got, so he couldn't help but summon Liu Teng and looked at it carefully.
No acacia, breaking the willow branches.
The fox demon named Ji Baihua was aware of something. Why did he say such a sentence, and what exactly did he mean by saying this?
In the evening, the wine was drunk, and even the thoughts were not so clear. He only thought it was very strange. If Sauvignon Blanc did not go wrong, why did he solve the lock of the box?
Of course, he does not like Chu Yuning. As for the late night, he loves him deeply... It is a big joke.
While thinking about it, I look back at the Master.
Unexpectedly, Chu Yuning was watching him behind him. The two looked at each other. The darkness of the heart burned and the heart trembled. It seemed to be stabbed by something small and sharp, and there was some subtle sweet and sour taste. He had already thought about it. Chao Chu night Ning grinned. But this feeling of the soul was only a moment, and he soon regretted it.
Obviously so annoying, why do you sometimes feel that he is very peaceful and comfortable?
Chu nightning is to describe indifference, but he saw the ink burned out of the devil, thinking for a moment, also called out the day to ask.
He walked toward the ink.
Hell seems to have a bad temper and feels the approach of another powerful Muling body. It stabbed the scarlet fireworks. From time to time, there were some bursts of splashing and falling on Xue Meng. It was a state of contending for strength.
On the other hand, the night question in the hands of Chu Yuning seems to have perceived the same kind of breath, but it has been very close to the evening of the night, so although it is full of war, the golden light is not as inciting. Uneasy, but gradually brighter, seeing the master did not stop, only to become dazzling and uncomfortable, as if to make up his mind to let the "ghost" insights, a good weapon should be in a steady posture.
The two gods of the gods were originally in the same breath.
Nowadays, it’s a fledgling one.
A red light splashed, like a yellow-haired boy who was on fire, jumping up and down; but a golden glow overflowed, like the top of the peak of Ling Feng, arrogant.
Chu Xiaoning looked at Liu Teng in his hand and indulged for a while. His eyes fell through the long eyelashes of the chamber and fell on the ghost. He said: "Ink burns."
"Master?"
"Take yours..." The word "Ghost" seems to be a bit shameful. Chu nightned and said, "Pick up your willow and look at me."
The ink burned his head and the paste didn't know how many rolls he had. He couldn't do anything. He pinched his eyebrows and smiled bitterly: "The teacher should not make a joke, spare me."
"I want you three tricks."
"I have never made a willow..."
"Ten tricks."
"but--"
There is no such thing as a late night in Chu, and a dazzling golden light with a wave of brushing will come! The smoldering was shocked. His fear of the sky was deep into the bone marrow. He immediately raised his hand and lifted it with a "ghost". Two willows were torn against the sky and snow, and they vacated as if they were wrapped around two dragons. Bucket, friction bursts out a string of golden and red sparks!
Although I have not learned how to use this special weapon, it may be that the late Qing Ning's moves have been for a long time. The ink burning is also a talented person, and even barely able to provoke the offensive of Chu.
The two met in the cold pool for dozens of rounds. Although Chu Evening had water release, but the ink burned well, it also unexpectedly expected him.
The gold of the day and the red of the ghosts waved into the wind in the waves of the sky. The moves were beautiful, the winds and shadows were splendid, the lake was shattered by the fierce rattan shadows, and the torsion was stirred - eventually the gold and red were wrapped in one place, evenly matched, hard to give up. Minute!
Chu night Ning eyes are appreciated, but the ink burned has been exhausted, tired and gasping, and did not see the look in the other's eyes.
Chu night Ningdao: "God, come back."
The golden vines that are still hard-working are soft and soft, just like the black ice is turned into spring water, scattered into a little spot, and gently tempered back to the late night of the palm of the hand.
The ink burns still bursts with the smoldering flames, and after a while, just sitting on the snow, the eyebrows are grievances: "If you don't play, don't play, Master respects you."
Chu nightning: "...all make you ten strokes."
The ink burned rogue and said: "Where are the ten tricks, you make me a hundred strokes, and my hand, my arm, will be broken. The teacher is a teacher, help me." He said that Barahubao generally said a bunch of words, accompanied by Xue Meng's ridicule and the teacher's persuasion.
Chu nightning did not say much, only quietly looked at them.
I don't know if it is an illusion. In the cold water pool, Chu's mouth is slightly picked up. It seems to be a soft smile. But it is just a matter of swaying the gods. He randomly turns his head and looks at the hand. I don’t know what I’m thinking about.
It was night, and the ink burned in the room belonging to oneself. The room was covered with soft and pure white sand. The walls were painted blue, and the curse was applied. The sea waves reflected the waves, the windows were half open, and the pearl curtains. Gentlely hangs in the evening breeze, a lamp made of a bright pearl on the table, so that the interior is warm and soothing.
There is a large shell in the middle of the room, which is covered with soft satin. The satin was very delicate and soft, and the ink burned down on the bed comfortably, and called out the ghost. He couldn’t hold it in his hand, but he might be too tired. He hadn’t played for too long, and he fell asleep.
Seeing the ghost on the chest, flowing with a faint red light, like a deep sleep with the owner...
I don’t know how long I slept. When I woke up again, the first thing I felt was a cold, and then I felt a strong pain in my inexplicable wrist.
He took a sigh of relief, squinted his head, and slowly sat up. The return of consciousness made the strange pain on his wrist more vivid. He was shocked to find that his wrist was not known when he was drawn a hole, and the blood had solidified. It is bloody.
what happened?
--This is where? ? !
The ink burned and widened his eyes.
As he gradually woke up, he found himself in a completely strange dark stone room. There was a small open mouth at the top of the stone room. The cold lake light squeezed in from this small mouth and barely illuminated the narrow room. The blue-gray stone wall is moist and slippery, with a thin luster under the faint light.
The author has something to say:
The bag is presented to the small theater of today:
Meat Packets: One day, the comprehensions of the real world got a mysterious weapon called "Gu Dou Vatican", and wrote their own names on it. It is said that you can see the proverbs from the distant Western Scorpio.
God: Tell people! !
Meat package: Google enter the role name, double click to view the English translation 666
So I did the following spoof experiment -
Chu nightning: Chunightrather (can be said to be very stupid b hahahahaha)
Xue Meng: XueMeng (Congratulations to Shaoxia to escape)
Teacher: Teacherignorant (...I am sorry, I laughed and spit, hahaha, ignorant teacher, hahahahaha)
Inkburning: Inkburning
Xue Zhengyi: XueZhengYong (know, surnamed Xue gave Google money)
Then let's try to see the original name of the teacher, remember that his original name is Xue Yu?
Xue Wei: XueAh (may, I saw the surname Xue and Google slept)
There are also two names that have been announced. I still have a supporting role in the character bar.
Mei Hanxue: Maycontainsnow (contain you a ghost!!!)
Ye Forget: Yeforgotthepast (... I have already admired the mitosis)
Finally, I think, Xue Meng’s mother, Mrs. Wang, should be translated safely?
then……
Mrs. Wang: Mrs.Wang
It seems that there is nothing wrong with it, but I don’t know why, I saw the figure of Li Lei and Han Meimei in the English textbook...