Although Jian Wuchen didn't understand his thoughts very well, the string that had been tight in his heart finally loosened so slightly.

For this skeleton old monster, Jian Wuchen refused to say goodbye 100% in his heart.

There's a weird fun that likes to play tricks on people.,It's definitely a character in the belly of the underworld.。

As for the matter of letting him go, Jian Wuchen could only be skeptical.

On the one hand, there is no need for a person like him to intrigue with Jian Wuchen, it is easy for him to kill Jian Wuchen, and there is no need to use this kind of fraudulent means to take Jian Wuchen's life.

On the other hand, it was because this old monster was a little moody, and Jian Wuchen didn't know if he was in a state of sanity now, or if he simply wanted to play with him for fun.

Therefore, Jian Wuchen felt that he was still vigilant, in case he was taken advantage of by this old guy, it would be a big trouble.

"I don't know, I just know that I will definitely swim against the current, whoever stops me, then I can only cut it with a sword!"

"Even if it's the sky!"

Jian Wuchen's voice was relatively low, but there was a bit of passion in the lowness, it was a kind of indomitable pride, not afraid of life and death!

"Hahaha!" The old monster suddenly began to laugh, as if expecting it, and as if cowardly, "When you get to that point one day, I hope you can still remember what you said today." ”

"Manly man, a spit and a nail!"

Jian Wuchen glanced at him with disdain and said, "And I can't remember that it has nothing to do with you, right?"

"As long as I remember it myself. ”

The old monster was happy and didn't speak.

Jian Wuchen felt that this old monster must be playing some bad idea, but this old monster would definitely not tell him.

Knowing that this guy has bad intentions, he can only passively accept it, which makes people feel congested.

"Okay, I won't tell you more. ”

The old youkai seemed a little tired.

An ancient stone tablet slowly emerged from the middle of the two of them.

The dilapidated appearance is exactly what the collagen saw on the stone tablet outside!

The only difference is that the stele in front of me is relatively small, and although it is slightly dirty on the outside, it is intact.

To be precise, the inscription above is complete.

Jian Wuchen really wanted to know what was written on the inscription, but unfortunately, he couldn't read it.

The words on the stele are clearly very old ancient characters.

It hadn't been long since Jian Wuchen even knew all the characters of this era, which made him look at the ancient characters, which was tantamount to playing the piano to a cow.

"Why, you can't read these words?"

The old monster saw Jian Wuchen staring at the inscription without saying a word, so he asked curiously.

But Jian Wuchen was very uncomfortable listening to it, he felt that this old monster was yin and yang, this was mocking himself for not being literate?

"Yes, I don't know, who knows who carved this dog-like handwriting. ”

Jian Wuchen's eyes rolled, and he said it directly, as if the person who carved the inscription was simply unworthy of writing, mocking wildly, and doing his best to be cunning and mean.

"Boy, do you know how to write?"

The old monster's voice sounded like he was in a hurry, and his speed of speech instantly increased to an incredible level, and he said quickly:

"The old man relied on this wild grass back then, and he pocketed countless beauties such as the holy princess. ”

"Up to the emperor of one side, down to the head of the sect, who is not proud of getting the true works of the old man?"

The old monster is like a machine gun, crazy and abrupt, but the muzzle is not red, and it is full of combat power.

Three sentences are inseparable from his wild grass, all in all, it is very powerful, so powerful that it is boundless.

Jian Wuchen listened to what he said about those nonsense theories, and how his wild grass was, and his head grew big.

But that's right, if you let Jian Wuchen don't even bother to look at the cultivation of the true exercises, just let the system help and then eat ready-made by himself, such a person, to write calligraphy or understand something, it is really difficult.

The dust-free sword will be ordered, but the professional dust-free sword is really not good.

is like the one in front of him, looking at the situation, he knows that as long as he praises him, it will definitely make this old monster who has been active and immortal for so many years smile.

But this road, Jian Wuchen should not be able to walk, because this road has been completely blocked by himself.

He just finished talking about this broken bullshit!

If you really run over and say that this is really well written, hehe, you will definitely be severely humiliated by this old monster.

But who is Jian Wuchen, this cheek has already been practiced, and it is perfect.

He faintly felt that this inscription should be a good thing, and there would be no such shop in this village after that, so let's put it away first.

"Ahem!"

Jian Wuchen coughed vigorously, interrupting the old monster's impassioned autobiography, and said with a smile:

"That...... Seniors. ”

"When I heard you say this, I suddenly felt ashamed in my heart, and I felt that I really didn't have the face to say that I could write. ”

"You are called the real word, the pen is strong and powerful, but there is also no lack of elegant and agile, like a storm crossing in one go, it is really a good word, a good word!"

The so-called book is very little, and Jian Wuchen feels that he has racked his brains to perfect him, but he just can't think of a few words.

I think he was also a character who "has no culture in the next place, and a sentence of WC goes to the world", but the old WC guy must not understand it, and saying it is equivalent to saying it in vain.

So Jian Wuchen could only scrape together, and barely made up a few words of boasting.

The old monster didn't say anything for a long time: "It's gone?"

"It's gone. ”

"If you don't learn, you can't do it!"

The old monster snorted coldly, clearly showing his dissatisfaction: "You guy, you have a big face, you don't have good other skills, this cheeky kung fu is perfect!"

Jian Wuchen grinned: "Hehe, it's average." ”

"Humph!"

The old monster was still dissatisfied, but the movements in his hands were not slow, and he pushed the stone tablet to Jian Wuchen, and said:

"The old man is too lazy to talk to you anymore, you can drip blood and recognize the lord by yourself, and then the center of the world will naturally record you and brand you, and no matter when and where you will be in the future, you can return here through the brand. ”

As soon as the words fell, the old monster's skeleton shelf had already disappeared into the mist, and he didn't know how it moved.

However, Jian Wuchen felt that this old guy should really be angry with himself.

I didn't expect that after so many years, the old monster is still a little angry young man full of literary and artistic atmosphere.

The more Jian Wuchen thought about it, the more interesting he felt, and he couldn't help laughing.