When the ink burned before becoming the emperor, there were always people who called him a dog.
The shopkeeper scolded him as a son of a dog, the guests scolded him as a son of a bitch, his cousin scolded him as a dog, and his mother was the worst, calling him a son of a bitch.
Of course, there have always been some dog-related descriptions, not too bad. For example, his dewy relationships always carried a bit of feign anger, resenting him for being as strong as a male dog on the couch, his sweet words hooking people's souls, and the murder weapon under his body took Qingqing's life, but in a blink of an eye, he went to talk to him again. Others show off, so that everyone in the world knows that he is a handsome man, and he is full of gluttony who has tried it.
I have to say that these people are right, and the ink burns is indeed like a silly dog shaking his head and tail.
It was not until he became the emperor of the cultivation world that such titles suddenly disappeared.
One day, a Xiaoxianmen from far away gave him a milk dog.
The dog was gray and white, with three clusters of fire on his forehead, a bit like a wolf. But it's only the size of a melon, and it looks like a melon head. However, because the legs are too short, they all ended in failure.
Mo Ran stared at the airy, but really brainless hairball, and suddenly laughed, and whispered while laughing, "dog thing."
The milk dog soon grew into a big dog, the big dog became an old dog, and the old dog became a dead dog.
The ink burned his eyes closed, and he opened it again. His life has been ups and downs, ups and downs, and thirty-two years have passed.
He was tired of playing with everything, and felt boring and lonely. In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer people around him, and even three fires have died. He feels that it is almost the end, and it is time to end.
Pinch a crystal and plump grape from the fruit bowl and slowly peel off the purple skin.
His movements were calm and skilful, like the Qiang King stripping off Orchid's clothes in the tent, with a bit of laziness. Bi Yingying's pulp trembled slightly on his fingertips, the juice oozing out, and the purple color was dim, like a wild goose carrying Danxia, like Begonia falling asleep in spring.
Like dirty blood.
He swallowed the greasy sweetness in his mouth, looked at his fingers, and raised his eyelids lazily.
It's almost time, he thought.
He should go to hell too.
The ink burns, the word rain.
The first king of the cultivation world.
It is not easy to sit in this position, it requires not only superb spells, but also a thick skin as solid as a rock.
Before him, the ten major sects in the cultivation world were standing in the same court, and the dragons and tigers were entrenched. The sects are constrained by each other, and no one can change the world by themselves. What's more, all the heads are well-read classics. Even if they want to seal their titles for fun, they will be shy about the historian's pen, and they are afraid of being infamous.
But ink burning is different.
He is a hooligan.
In the end, he did what others dared not do. To drink the hottest wine in the world, marry the most beautiful woman in the world, first become the leader of the cultivator world, "Treading the Immortal Monarch", and then proclaim himself emperor.
All the people knelt down.
All those who were unwilling to kneel were slaughtered by him. In the years when he dominated the world, the world of comprehension was full of blood and sorrow. Countless righteous people died, and the Confucianism sect among the ten major sects died.
Later, even the teacher of Mo Ran could not escape the claws. He was defeated in the confrontation with Mo Ran, and was taken back to the palace by his former lover to be imprisoned, and no one knew his whereabouts.
Originally, the great country of He Qinghaiyan suddenly became cloudy.
Emperor Dog has not read the book for a few days, and he is a person with no taboos, so during his time in power, absurd things emerged one after another, and he said the year.
In his first three years as emperor, the era name "Wang Ba" came to him when he was sitting by the pond feeding the fish.
In the second three years, the era name was "呱", because he heard frogs croaking in the courtyard in summer, and he believed that this was a godsend inspiration and should not be disappointed.
The well-educated folk thought that there would be no more terrible era than "Wang Ba" and "Gua", but they still didn't know anything about Mo Weiyu.
In the third three years, the local area began to move. Whether it was Buddhist, Taoist, or spiritual cultivation, those righteous people in the rivers and lakes who could not bear the tyranny of the ink-burning regime began to launch one after another uprising.
So, this time, the ink burned seriously for a long time, and after drafting countless times, a shocking year name was born - "halberd".
The meaning is good. The two words that Shi Huang racked his brains came up with the good intention of "stop the army and stop fighting". It's just a little embarrassing to talk about.
Especially the illiterate, it sounds even more embarrassing.
The first year is called the first year of Jiba, how it sounds like the year of the dick.
The second year is called dick two years.
Three years of dick.
Someone closed the door and scolded him: "It's absurd, why don't you come to age! When you see a man in the future, you don't have to ask the other party Guigeng, just ask him how many years old dick! A hundred-year-old old man is called a hundred-year old dick. !"
After three years of hard work, the era title "Hajiba" is finally going to be turned over.
Everyone in the world is anxiously waiting for His Majesty's fourth year title, but this time the ink burns but has no intention of taking it, because in this year, the turmoil in the comprehension world finally broke out. The righteous warriors and heroes who have swallowed their voices for nearly ten years have finally joined forces to form a vast army of millions, forcing the first emperor of the palace, Mo Weiyu.
The world of comprehension does not need emperors.
There is no need for such a tyrant.
After months of bloody crusades, the rebels finally came to the foot of the mountain of death and life. This steep mountain in the middle of Shu is surrounded by clouds and mist all year round, and the ink-burning palace stands majestically at the top.
The arrow is on the string, and only the last blow is left to overthrow the tyranny. But this blow is also the most dangerous. Seeing the dawn of victory, the Allied forces who originally shared the same enemy began to have different hearts. The old emperor is destroyed, and the new order will be rebuilt. No one wants to waste their own energy at this time, so no one wants to be the vanguard of this formation and take the lead in attacking the mountain.
They were all afraid that this cunning and vicious tyrant would suddenly descend from the sky, revealing beast-like white teeth, ripping open the belly of the people who dared to besiege his palace and biting them into pieces.
Someone said with a solemn expression, "Mo Weiyu's magic power is high and he is sinister. We should be cautious and don't follow his way."
The generals joined in.
However, at this time, a young man with extremely handsome features and an extravagant face walked out. He was wearing silver-blue light armor, a belt with a lion's head, a high ponytail, and a delicate silver hair buckle at the bottom.
The young man's face was ugly. He said, "It's all at the foot of the mountain. You guys are still here and you refuse to go up. Do you want to wait for Mo Weiyu to climb down by himself? What a bunch of timid waste!"
As soon as he said that, the people around him exploded.
"How did Mr. Xue say that? What does it mean to be cowardly? In all military affairs, caution is the top priority. If you want to ignore it like you, who will be responsible if something goes wrong?"
Someone immediately mocked: "Hehe, Young Master Xue is the favored son of heaven, and we are just ordinary people. Since the favored son of heaven can't wait to compete with the emperor of the human world, why don't you just go up the mountain by yourself. We will serve wine at the foot of the mountain. Hold a banquet and wait for you to lift Mo Weiyu's head off, that would be great."
The words were a little more agitated. An old monk in the Allied army hurriedly stopped the young man who was about to attack, changed to a squire face, and persuaded harmoniously:
"Master Xue, please listen to the old monk. The old monk knows that you and Mo Weiyu have a deep personal hatred. But the matter of forcing the palace is of great importance. You must consider it for everyone, and don't act on your own."
The "Master Xue" of the public's target is Xue Meng. More than ten years ago, he used to be the leader of the flattering teenagers and the favored son of heaven.
However, time has passed, and the tiger has fallen in Pingyang, but he has to endure the ridicule and ridicule of these people, just to go up the mountain to see the ink burning.
Xue Mengqi's face was twisted, his lips trembled, but he tried his best to hold back and asked, "Then, when will you wait?"
"At least look at the movement again."
"Yeah, what if Mo Weiyu has an ambush?"
The old monk from Fang Cai and Shi Mu also advised: "Master Xue, don't worry, we have already reached the foot of the mountain, so it's better to be careful. Anyway, Mo Weiyu has been trapped in the palace and can't come down the mountain. If we can’t make it into a climate, why should we act rashly in order to plan for this urgency? There are so many people down the mountain, so many famous lords and nobles, who will be responsible if their lives are lost?”
Xue Meng suddenly became angry: "Responsible? Then I ask you, who can be responsible for the life of my master? The ink burned him under house arrest for ten years! For ten years! My master is on the mountain now. , how can you make me wait?"
When I heard Xue Meng mention his master, everyone's faces were a little bit unbearable.
Some looked ashamed, while others glanced left and right, mumbling silently.
"Ten years ago, Mo Ran was self-proclaimed to step on the Xianjun, and the seventy-two cities of Confucianism were not counted, and the remaining nine sects had to be wiped out. Later, Mo Ran became the emperor, and he wanted to kill you all. These two catastrophes, finally Who stopped him? If it wasn't for my master, who was desperate to protect each other, would you still be alive? Can you still stand here and talk to me?"
In the end, someone coughed twice and said softly, "Young Master Xue, don't be angry. We are all guilty and grateful for the matter of Master Chu. But as you said, he has been under house arrest for ten years. It's long ago... So, you've been waiting for ten years, and you're not in a hurry for this moment, right?"
"Yes? Fuck you right!"
The man opened his eyes wide: "How can you scold someone?"
"Why don't I scold you? Shizun died in the accident, but it was to save you... this kind of... "
He couldn't speak any longer, his throat choked: "I'm not worth it for him."
At the end, Xue Meng turned his head sharply, his shoulders trembled slightly, holding back tears.
"We didn't say we wouldn't save Master Chu..."
"That's right, everyone remembers Master Chu's goodness in their hearts, and they haven't forgotten that, Young Master Xue, when you talk like this, you are really giving everyone the hat of being ungrateful and unbearable."
"But then again, isn't Mo Ran also the apprentice of Master Chu?" Someone said softly, "I want to say, in fact, the apprentice is doing something wrong, and he should be responsible for being a master. Indolence. This is nothing to blame, and there is nothing to complain about."
This is a bit mean, and someone immediately stopped: "What crazy talk! Keep your mouth shut!"
Then he turned his head and persuaded Xue Meng in a pleasant manner.
"Young Master Xue, don't worry..."
Xue Meng suddenly interrupted his words, and his eyes were split: "How can I not be in a hurry? You stand and talk without back pain, but that's my master! Mine!!! I haven't seen him for so many years. Now! I don't know if he's dead or alive, I don't know how he's doing, what do you think I'm standing here for?"
He gasped, his eyes flushed: "Could it be that if you wait like this, Mo Weiyu will go down the mountain by himself and kneel in front of you to beg for mercy?"
"Young Master Xue..."
"Except for the master, I have no amiable people in the world." Xue Meng broke away from the corner of the clothes that was pulled by the old monk, and said dumbly, "You don't go, I will go by myself."
Abandoning these words, he went up the mountain alone with one sword and one sword.
The cold and damp wind is mixed with the sound of thousands of leaves, and the dense fog is like countless ghosts and ghosts whispering among the mountains and forests, wandering rustling.
Xue Meng walked to the top of the mountain alone, and the majestic palace where the ink burned was lit by candlelight of tranquility in the night. He suddenly saw three tombs standing in front of the Tongtian Pagoda, and when he got closer, he saw that the first tomb had grass growing on its head, and the tombstone was twisted and chiseled with eight dog-crawling characters.
Opposite to this "Steamed Queen", the second tomb is a new tomb, which has just been covered with soil, and "The Tomb of the Oil Explosion Queen Song" is chiseled on the stele.
"… "
If it was changed more than ten years ago, Xue Mengding would not help laughing when he saw this absurd scene.
At that time, he and Mo Ran were under the same master, and Mo Ran was the apprentice who was the most joking. Even if Xue Meng had long seen him not pleasing to the eye, he would be amused by him from time to time.
I don't know what the hell this steamed queen was, but it was probably the tombstones erected by the talented Mo Da for his two wives. The style is so similar to "Wang Ba", "呱" and "Jiba". But why did he give his queen these two posthumous titles. But it is unknown.
Xue Meng looked at the third grave.
In the darkness of the night, the tomb was open, with a coffin lying in it, but there was no one in the coffin, and the tombstone was unmarked.
It's just that there is a pot of white pear blossoms in front of the grave, a bowl of cold red oil, and a few dishes of spicy side dishes, all of which are things that Mo burns himself to eat.
Xue Meng stared at it for a while, and suddenly he was shocked - did Mo Weiyu not want to resist, he had already dug his own grave and decided to die
Cold sweat.
He doesn't believe it. The man who burned the ink has always been dead to the end. He never knows what is tired and what is giving up. With his actions, he is bound to fight to the end with the uprising army, how can it be...
In the past ten years, the ink burned at the peak of power, what did you see, and what happened.
neither knows.
Xue Meng turned and fell into the night, striding towards the brightly lit Wushan Hall.
In the Wushan Hall, the ink burned his eyes closed and his face was pale.
Xue Meng guessed well, he was determined to die. The tomb outside was dug for himself. An hour ago, he used the teleportation technique to dismiss the servants, and he himself took the highly poisonous poison. His cultivation is very high, and the medicinal properties of the poison spread out very slowly in his body, so the pain of the internal organs being eroded and dissolved has become more profound and clear.
"Squeak", the door of the palace opened.
The ink burned without looking up, only hoarsely said: "Xue Meng. Is it you, are you here?"
On the gold bricks in the hall, Xue Meng stood alone, the ponytail scattered, and the light armor flickered.
Reunited in the past. The ink burned but there was no expression, he sat sideways, and the slender and thick eyelashes curtain fell in front of him.
Everyone knows that he is a ferocious devil with three heads and six arms, but he is actually very good-looking, with a soft nose and thin lips. .
When Xue Meng saw his face, he knew that he had indeed taken poison. I don't know what it's like in my heart, I hesitated to say anything, but in the end, I still clenched my fists and only asked: "Where is the master?"
"… what?"
Xue Meng sternly said: "I ask you, where is the master!!! Yours, mine, where is our master?!"
"Oh." Mo Ran snorted softly, and finally slowly opened the eyes with some purple in the black, and fell on Xue Meng across the years of mountains and mountains.
"After all, you and Master have not seen each other for five years since the Kunlun Stepping Snow Palace farewell."
The ink burned and said, smiling slightly.
"Xue Meng, do you miss him?"
"Stop talking nonsense! Give him back to me!"
Mo Ran glanced at him calmly, endured the throbbing pain in his stomach, mocked at the corner of his mouth, and leaned on the back of the seat of the emperor.
There was a burst of blackness in front of him, and he almost felt that he could clearly feel his internal organs twisting, dissolving, and turning into foul-smelling blood.
The ink burned lazily: "Give it back to you? Stupid words. You don't think about it, I have such a deep hatred with the master, how can I allow him to live in this world."
"You!" Xue Meng suddenly had no blood, his eyes widened, and he stepped back. "You can't... you won't..."
"I don't know what?" Mo Ran chuckled, "You talk about it, why can't I."
Xue Meng trembled: "But he is yours... He is your master after all... How can you do it!"
He looked up at the ink burning sitting high on the throne. There is Fuxi in the heaven, Yama in the underworld, and Mo Weiyu in the world.
But for Xue Meng, even if the ink burned into the emperor of the human world, it should not become like this.
Xue Meng was shaking all over, and tears rolled down with hatred: "Mo Weiyu, are you still human? He used to..."
The ink burned lightly and raised his eyes: "What happened to him?"
Xue Meng trembled: "How did he treat you, you should know..."
The ink burned and smiled: "You want to remind me that he once beat me to the ground and let me kneel and confess in front of everyone. I still want to remind me that he once stood in front of me for you, for irrelevant people, How many times have you hindered my good deeds and ruined my great cause?"
Xue Meng shook his head in pain: "..."
No, the ink burns.
You think about it, you let go of your hideous hatred. You look back.
He once took you to practice martial arts and protected you comprehensively.
He once taught you to read and write, to write poetry and draw.
He used to learn to cook for you, clumsy and wounded.
He used to... He used to wait for you to come back day and night, a person from dark... to dawn...
So many words were blocked in the throat. In the end, Xue Meng only choked:
"He... he has a bad temper and speaks rudely, but even I know he treats you so well, why are you... how can you bear... "
Xue Meng raised his head and endured too many tears, but his throat was blocked and he couldn't talk anymore.
After a long pause, a soft sigh came from the palace, and he said, "Yeah."
"But Xue Meng. Do you know?" Mo Ran's voice seemed very tired. "He once and killed the only person I loved deeply. The only one."
Long silence.
The stomach hurts like a fire, and the flesh and blood are torn into thousands of pieces.
"However, there is a master and apprentice. His corpse is parked in the red lotus waterside of Nanfeng. Lying in the lotus, it is well preserved, just like falling asleep." When he said this, his face was expressionless, his fingers resting on the long red sandalwood table, but the knuckles were pale and blue.
"His body is completely maintained by my spiritual power, so that it will never rot. If you miss him, don't waste your time with me here, and hurry up before I die."
There was a smell of sweetness in the throat, and the ink burned and coughed a few times. When he spoke again, there was blood between his lips and teeth, but his eyes were relaxed.
He said hoarsely, "Go. Go see him. If it's too late, I'll die, and once the spiritual power is cut off, he'll be ashes."
After saying these words, he closed his eyes in dejection, the poison attacked his heart, and he was tormented by fire.
The pain is so heart-wrenching, and even Xue Meng's sorrowful and twisted wailing has become so far away, as if it came from the water across the ocean.
Blood gushed out from the corners of the mouth, the ink burned and squeezed the sleeves, and the muscles spasmed.
Opening his eyes vaguely, Xue Meng has run far away, and the kid's light work is not bad. It doesn't take too much time to run from here to Nanfeng.
The last face of Master, he should have seen it.
The ink burned up and stood up staggeringly. The blood-stained fingers formed a seal and transported himself to the Tongtian Tower on the top of the dead.
At this time, it is late autumn, and the begonias are blooming in the thick and beautiful.
He didn't know why he finally chose to end his sinful life here. But I feel that the flowers are blooming so brilliantly, it can be regarded as Fangzhong.
He lay down in the open coffin, looked up at the flowers at night, and thanked them silently.
Floating into the coffin, floating on the cheek. One after another, like the past withered away.
In this life, from an illegitimate child who had nothing, through countless experiences, he became the only emperor in the world.
He was extremely sinful, his hands were full of blood, what he loved and what he hated, what he wanted and what he hated, and in the end, nothing was left.
In the end, he did not use his words of confidence to mention a word on his tombstone. Whether it's the shameless "Eternal Emperor" or absurdities like "oil explosion" and "steaming", he didn't write anything, and the tomb of the first emperor of the cultivation world, after all, never left a word.
A farce that lasted for ten years finally came to an end.
Several hours later, when everyone held up a bright torch, like a fiery snake, and rushed into the emperor's palace, what was waiting for them was the empty Wushan Hall, the peak of life and death, the red lotus water pavilion. Next to him, Xue Meng, who fell to the ground in the ashes and cried to numbness.
Also, in front of the Tongtian Tower, Mo Weiyu, whose body was already cold.