Legend of the Great Saint Chapter 89: Wang Jianwang

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"It is not too much." Mo Wujian replied indifferently, a pair of eyes without pupils looked at Li Qingshan, "Where have we seen?"

Although there is no pupil in his eyes, it is different from the dead white of the blind, but it is more like the blank in the painting. It contains an endless and far-reaching space, which reflects everything in the world.

Li Qingshan suddenly has a feeling of naked body under the ice, snow, and nothing. The blank eyes, through his body and soul, are searching for something. His nearly instinct urges "Spirit Turtle Sea Suppressing Secrets" ", Only to eliminate this feeling, smiled and said:" It should be no, otherwise I will be impressed! "

Although Li Qingshan has a conjecture, he dare not be sure about it. After all, the conjecture is so amazing, why is it so coincident? And it doesn't feel like it.

"Should be." Mo Wuchen said.

I do n’t know when He Ming and Qin Yin subsided. Only the snow fell, and the two men looked at each other, confirming a doubt in their hearts. Although they both felt that this doubt was a bit weird, but it was extremely subtle. Of induction.

The line of destiny that was once broken, at this moment, begins to entangle again.

"My master has been in hiding for many years, Qingshan is normal if you do n’t know."

Chu Danqing felt a strange atmosphere. While playing a round field from it, he took a red umbrella from Mo Wujian's hand and welcomed him into the pavilion.

"Mo Fellow Daoist heard my name?" Li Qingshan turned around and sat down, unconsciously, no longer commensurate with his predecessors.

"Li Qingshan is a good name." Mo Wuhen also sat down, his long hemline and sleeves rolled down, and his long hair almost fell to the ground.

"Qingshan, I didn't mention you with the master!" Chu Danqing tried to ease the atmosphere.

"I also think this name is good, why don't you bury the bones in the mulberry field, and where in life you don't have Qingshan." Li Qingshan Man sounded.

"Good poetry." Mo Wuhen seemed a little surprised.

"Qingshan, I don't know yet. Your name originally came from this!" said Chu Danqing.

"I don't know the word" Wuhen ", but from which poem?" Li Qingshan is playing with the wine bottle.

"It ’s just a fake name, no poem to mention!" Mo Wuchen said.

"That's really regrettable." Li Qingshan shook his head and sighed softly. Is it a pseudonym or a pseudonym?

Suddenly said: "I think of a poem, people like Qiu Honglai have letters. Things are like a dream in spring!"

"People seem to have letters from Qiuhong, things are like spring dreams without traces." Mo Wuqin murmured, as if immersed in a poem.

"Qingshan, for many years, you not only made great progress in cultivation base, but also became a great poet, which is really disrespectful."

Chu Danqing was surprised. In his impression, Li Qingshan has nothing to do with the word "Wen Ya", how did he suddenly change his temperament today, and the master is also somewhat unusual.

"Do n’t forget. I ’m a Novel School disciple." Li Qingshan smiled slightly and said to Mo Wuzhen: "When I first met, I did n’t prepare any gifts, just give this poem to Fellow Daoist as a meeting ceremony. Drink this glass of Danqing wine! "

"Your present is very elegant." Chu Danqing laughed. He listened to Mo Wuzhen: "No!" The expression stiffened, looking worriedly at Li Qingshan.

"Why don't you accept it?" Li Qingshan did not look angry with accident/surprise and slowly tasted Danqing wine.

"Poetry is a good poem, but the text is not correct. At this time, there is neither Qiuhong nor Spring Dream." Mo Wuqin looked out at the pavilion with heavy snow.

"This is also the case." Li Qingshan wandered to the pavilion and thought about it, "How about this one? Thousands of birds flew away, thousands of people disappeared, lonely boat, and lonely fishing in the cold river and snow . "

"Good poetry!" Chu Danqing praised: "Qingshan, can't see that you have such a literary talent!"

"Overwhelming!" Lee Qingshan chuckled.

"Although the text is correct, it has nothing to do with" Wuhen "."

Mo Wuhen pondered for a moment, but then denied it, leaving Chu Danqing in a daze for a while. The master suddenly became so picky, as if he was looking for Li Qingshan's trouble.

"originally will not leave no traces. If you say something you have done, there will always be some traces. Even those things that you think have been erased may one day jump out again." Lee Qingshan means The long way.

"It can be erased once, then it can be erased twice, and it doesn't matter." Mo Wuzhen's words turned around: "On your body, I actually have a favorite gift. "

"What does Fellow Daoist want to collect? Just tell!" Li Qingshan opened his arms.

"The Book of Sanjue."

Li Qingshan's eyes flickered and he couldn't help looking at Chu Danqing.

"Sorry, Qingshan, the master asked me when he helped me ..."

Chu Danqing apologized, when he encountered Mo Wuqian in the past, he had not fully recovered the wounds left by the "San Jue Shu". Mo Wuqin not only healed his wounds, but also showed his extraordinary art. Only then made him determined to worship him as a teacher.

"It doesn't matter, it's all trivial!"

Li Qingshan did n’t care. He and Chu Danqing were just friends. Compared with the mentor-apprentice relationship, First Level was worse. Moreover, Chu Danqing always respected the teacher and would not deceive his master. And even the Shura field in his hands was exposed, and he didn't care about this small volume of "Three Jue Shu".

"However, it is a pity that this volume of Sanjueshu is not in my hands, and I will not give it to others."

"Where did you get it from?" Mo Wujian didn't ask where this "Three Jujushu" went, but only asked where this "Three Jujushu" came from, making Li Qingshan more and more determined himself 'S conjecture, so he said: "Sent by a good friend."

"What is your good friend's name?"

"North Moon!" Li Qingshan nodded slightly, his eyebrows under his thick brow, watching the ink in front of him.

"Could it be the North Moon who was killed by Ink Sea's Dragon King in Dragon Province?" Chu Danqing said in surprise, stumbled, and looked at Mo Wuzhen subconsciously.

Li Qingshan became more and more clear and asked, "Does the Mexican Fellow Daoist know my good friend?"

"Know." Mo Wuzhen made no secret.

Li Qingshan suddenly laughed at Haha, the laughter broke the silence, no more tactful temptation, pressed his hands on the stone table, body leans forward, staring at Mo Wuzhen, outspoken: "Fellow Daoist is Ink Sea's Dragon King?"

"Exactly." Mo Wuxiang said indifferently.

"Master ..."

Chu Danqing is a little stunned. In fact, after so many years of getting along, he has already guessed Mo Wuqian's identity. None of the Great Cultivators in the world is an unknown person. However, since the master does not say that, he who is an disciple can't explore too much.

"I don't know the word North Moon, but also from He Shi?" Mo Wuqin asked.

"It ’s just a fake name, there is no poem to mention!" Li Qingshan picked up the wine bottle, a pair of pupils suddenly turned red, staring at the ink without marks, "North Moon to honor Dragon King a cup!"

A pair of black eyes with no trace of ink suddenly condensed a pair of black pupils, which are not human eyes, but dragon eye, which exudes endless majesty, has no eyes, and is full of eyes.

In the moment of four eyes met, heavy snow freezes for a while!