The ink burns in horror.
He has only seen the nine songs of Chu Wanning once in his life, that is, the life and death confrontation, Chu Wanning summoned the nine songs of the Guqin, and the sound of the piano cracked and broke into the sky.
The living spirits, strange animals and birds controlled by the Zhenlong chess game were recalled to the divine consciousness in the sound of the nine songs and the melody.
To summon Shenwu, you need to mobilize the spiritual core and consume a lot of spiritual power.
Chu nightning can't even recall his usual Tianwen, how can he suddenly summon "Nine Songs" that is stronger than Tianwen
The fierce battle above Tianchi was no less powerful than the death-and-death confrontation between master and apprentice back then.
But Mo Ran couldn't remember so many details. After this bloody battle, there was finally no one left by his side who could talk.
In fact, when the ink burned to death in the previous life, he did not understand why Chu nightning could use his soul power to summon nine songs.
This is a tie that no Shenwu and the master will have, but Chu nightning did it.
On that day, the precious chess pieces made by the ink burned shattered into ashes in the sound of the piano. The power of the nine songs was purer and more powerful than what he had seen for the first time many years ago, so powerful that he even doubted the spiritual core of Chu Wanning. There is no breakage at all. For so many years, Chu nightning is pretending, bearing the burden of humiliation, and wanting to be shamed before blood.
He couldn't even help thinking later, if only that was the case. If Chu nightning is really pretending, then maybe things will not go to that last step.
that would be nice.
Nine songs destroyed the forbidden technique of burning ink, and the monks who were killed in each other suddenly woke up, and even shattered the magic spell icicles that imprisoned Xue Meng and Mei Hanxue.
The ink burned to the cloud, the clothes were hunting, and the anger and joy in the eyes were born. He wanted to see how many terrifying moves Chu nightning had not used.
He stepped on the top of the enchantment, approached, and stood in front of Chu nightning.
He saw that the pale and slender hands slowed down, stroked the strings of Jiuge, and the sound of the piano stopped.
Chu nightning raised his head, his face was as white as ice and snow under the sunlight.
He said: "The ink burns. Come here."
A ghost sent him, and he walked towards him.
Chu nightning's fingertips moved slightly, and a few wisps of blue-colored Huaguang flew towards the ink burning and rushed to his heart. The ink burning was suddenly surprised, thinking that Chu nightning was going to kill himself.
But that brilliance was neither painful nor itchy, lingering in front of his chest, slowly infiltrating the skin texture, it was actually indescribably warm.
"The sword that Xue Meng hurt you, I healed you." Chu nightning sighed softly, "Let him go, Mo Ran, if he is no longer there, you want to find someone to talk about the past, Who else can I find…”
Before the ink burned, what he meant by this sentence, the powerful enchantment on the soles of the feet disappeared suddenly, and the nine-song guqin summoned by Chu nightning was also missing.
He immediately raised his hand and called Mo Dao to return, and then he stood in the cloud, but Chu nightning fell like a fallen leaf, as if the song just now had exhausted the last remaining strength of his life.
"Night!"
His expression changed suddenly, Yu Jian swept down, and grabbed him in his arms before the man was about to fall into the icy Tianchi.
"Chu nightning! You-you..."
Chu nightning closed his eyes, mouth, nose, eyes, and blood kept flowing out of his ears.
Dignity is extremely important to him. Even if he is imprisoned in Wushan Temple, his spine is still not bent, and he rarely makes himself look embarrassed, but now he is bleeding from seven orifices. gaffe.
Chu nightning swallowed a mouthful of blood and said hoarsely: "You said... I can't help life and death... But you see, the ink burns... After all, you still underestimate your master. If I am determined to leave, you will stop... and can't stop it. living… "
"... Master... Master..." Mo Ran looked at him, only to feel a chill in his heart, his scalp was numb, and he shouted so helplessly.
Chu nightning laughed, and his expression seemed to be a little happy: "I have been living all the time, I have a trace of unwillingness, always thinking, thinking about staying with you for a few more years, so that I can teach you... Don't commit more sins... But Now...now..."
The ink burned and trembled, holding the person in his arms, he suddenly felt very scared.
Fear.
This kind of emotion didn't belong to him for more than ten years, and now it suddenly hits, destroying the dead, and almost digging his heart.
"Now I know that only when I die can I be able to replace you... No more evil..."
When he said this, it seemed to be extremely painful. Forcibly summoned Jiuge, so that his body could not bear the load at all, where did the viscera shatter, the blood poured out of the mouth, and the ink burned him and fell to the side of the Tianchi, looking crazy and painful, and kept sending it to his chest With spiritual power.
But the mighty force came to Chu nightning, but it was like a mud cow into the sea, and it never came back.
Mo Ran is really panicking. Stepping Xianjun hugged the person in his arms, hugged him tightly, failed again and again, but tried again and again to distribute the spiritual flow to him.
"It's useless... The ink burns, I finally summoned Jiuge with my life, life and death have been decided, if you... have a trace of clarity in your heart... I will ask you... let go... "
Let go of who
Xue Meng, Mei Hanxue
Kunlun Stepping Snow Palace, or the entire cultivation world
OK, OK... He can let them go! As long as Chu nightning lives, as long as this person hates people, don't die like this.
Chu nightning raised his hand tremblingly, and the cold fingertips seemed to be pity and intimacy, and he gently nodded in front of the burning forehead.
He said, "Just please... let go... let go of yourself..."
The embarrassment on the face of the ink burned, and it froze in this moment.
who let go...
Who did he remember before he died
let go... yourself...
Did he say so
Tending Xianjun hugged him, seemed a little dazed, but also a little happy, seemed to be in severe pain, and seemed to be satisfied.
"Let go of myself? Your last wish is to let me let go of myself?"
The ink burned and murmured, his eyes were full of bloodshots, and he suddenly laughed. The laughter was like a fierce fire, penetrating the sky and burning all reason and consciousness.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha-"
The entire Kunlun Mountains reverberated with his hoarse and mocking laughter, twisted, unrecognizable, and shuddering.
Chu nightning swallowed the blood foam in the crazy laughter of the ink. If he still has strength, his expression should be extremely painful, but he no longer even has the strength to frown, only a pair of phoenix eyes... That pair used to be Either sharp, or decisive, or severe, or gentle phoenix eyes, carrying a pool of sadness.
As pure as snow in Tianchi, hazy as frost on tiles.
Chu nightning's eyes gradually became out of focus and gradually slackened. Those eyes that were once bright and sharp like electricity gradually couldn't see anything.
He finally said softly to the ink burning: "Don't laugh, you are like this, I feel very uncomfortable..."
"… "
"Ink burning, this life, no matter what happens later... At first, I didn't teach you well, it was me who said that you were inferior and difficult to judge... It was me who was thin on you, life and death did not complain..." Chu nightning's pale face, a little There was no more blood, his lips were blue and white, he tried to raise his eyes to look at the burning face, he opened his eyes, he wanted to cry, but blood slowly overflowed from his eyes, Down the cheek, dripping down.
Chu nightning cried, he said: "But you... really hate me so much... In the end... don't even want to give me a moment of peace... "
"Ink burning... Ink burning... Don't do this anymore, wake up, go back... You go back..."
you wake up...
He asked him to wake up, but he opened his eyes blankly and fell asleep like this.
Mo Ran didn't believe it, he didn't want to believe that Chu nightning died like this.
A generation of grandmasters, Gaoshan Yangzhi, their own master, a person whom they hated so much, died like this.
Lying in his arms, beside the blood-stained Tianshan Tianchi.
Little by little, the cold turned into frost and snow, and it condensed into ice.
Chu nightning's face was full of blood, and the ink burned down for a while, raised his sleeves, and wiped cleanly.
But there was too much blood flow, and the more he wiped, the dirtier his originally cold and clean face became. Mo Ran pursed his lips and wiped it hard.
But got a blood-stained face.
The five senses can no longer be seen too clearly.
He finally stopped smiling.
He closed his eyes and said softly: "This time you won, Chu nightning. I can't stop you from dying."
After a pause, he opened his eyes again, where it seemed to be dark and cold, but the fire of the great abyss was burning.
He said: "However, you underestimate me too. You don't want to live, I can't stop it, but if I want you not to die, you can't stop me either."
Mo Ran did not announce the life and death of Chu nightning, he brought people back to the top of life and death.
At that time, he already had the spell of Tongtian, which could keep the body forever immortal - he put Chu nightning's body in the red lotus waterside, and he forced Chu nightning to "live" like this.
It's too hard for him to admit that he killed the last person in the world who cares about him.
As long as Chu nightning's body does not turn into ashes, as long as he can see him every day.
He can feel that Chu nightning is not dead.
No matter his crazy hatred or twisted love, there is still a place where he can vent, where he can rely on.
Stepping on Xianjun, he was finally completely crazy.
After Chu Wanning left, he would go to Honglian Shuixi every day to see his corpse. In the first few days, his eyes flashed viciously. In front of the corpse, he kept scolding, and he said: "Chu Wanning, you deserve it. "
"You have crossed the world, but you can't cross me, you are hypocritical."
"What kind of master are you? I worshipped you when I was blind! You bastard!"
Later, he would tirelessly ask every day, "Why did you sleep for so long? When did you wake up?"
"Xue Meng, I have let go, and you are almost done, get up for me."
Every time he said this, the servants around him would think that he had lost his mind and was crazy.
His wife Song Qiutong also thought he was crazy. She was very scared, so after taking advantage of a rare happiness, she said to him beside his pillow: "A burning, people can't be resurrected from the dead, I know you are sad, but you..."
"Who is sad?"
"… "
Song Qiutong is a person who is very observant. In these years, he has been cautiously walking on thin ice beside Mo Ran. Seeing that his face is not good, he immediately shut his mouth and lowered his eyes: "It's the concubine's words that are wrong."
"Don't." Mo Ran didn't let her go easily this time, he narrowed his eyes, "You spit out the words, what are you swallowing? You tell me, who is sad?"
"Your Majesty..."
There was a backlog of thunder in the burning black eyes. He suddenly sat up, grabbed Song Qiutong's slender neck, picked up the woman who was still lingering with him, and threw it off the bed.
His face changed, like a ruthless jackal, tiger and leopard's face.
"Who is dead and can't be resurrected, who is dead? Who is going to be resurrected?" The ink burned word by word, so ruthless, so hard, "No one dies, no one wants to live, and no one is sad!"
Song Qiutong's lips trembled and she wanted to struggle, but she just said "Red Lotus Shuixie...", and the ink burned her eyes red and became furious.
"There is only one sleepy Chu Wanning in the red lotus water, what do you want to say! What do you want to mention about this seat! Evil beast!"
Song Qiutong saw that he was angry and lost his restraint, and his heart was stunned. He didn't know what crazy things he would do if the ink burned like this. The person, you indulge in this all day long, concubine body... how can you not worry about concubine body?"
She said it cleverly, in order not to let the ink burn to blame, she finally said her own selfish desires as a concern for the ink burning.
The ink burned and stared at her, and her breathing gradually stabilized. It seemed that she had listened a little and no longer shouted at her.
He paused for a while, and said, "I've made you worry about it."
Song Qiutong breathed a sigh of relief and said, "As a concubine, in order to seek His Majesty's well-being, she can ignore her life and death. Your Majesty is very affectionate, but she shouldn't be so depressed."
"Then what do you think about this seat?"
"The concubine's words are all for His Majesty's sake. According to the concubine's body, it seems that the day will be Chu... Master Chu is buried... The others are no longer there, leaving the body like this will only teach His Majesty to watch more pain. "
"What else? You haven't said enough, why don't you say it today."
Song Qiutong saw that his expression gradually eased, and his heart was slightly wider.
She lowered her eyes and turned her head slightly, knowing that she looked the most like Shi Mingjing.
She believes that Shi Mingjing is Mo Weiyu's weakness. Although she doesn't understand why she has meticulously decorated and imitated the details of Shi Mingjing's appearance, she can't provoke Mo Ran's interest.
Although this uncertain man likes to accompany him, he can only touch him unless he is extremely depressed or drunk since he got married. Song Qiutong thinks that it may be because Mo Ran doesn't like women's sex so much, in short, it has nothing to do with Shi Mingjing.
Not to mention her, the whole of life and death knows that the man who died many years ago is the love of Emperor Treading Immortal.
What is Chu nightning.
Song Qiutong thought, that is just a plaything used by the Xianjun to vent his lust, and a man who is tired of fucking. Although Chu Wanning exchanged her life for Mo Weiyu's restlessness after her death, she pondered day and night, but she understood that this was just a moment of guilt and a moment of unaccustomedness.
She was confident that with a face that looked very much like Shi Mingjing, the living dead man in the red lotus water pavilion would not be her opponent.
But Mo Ran can't go on like this anymore. Today, the world is in chaos, and there are wars everywhere. She is afraid of following the wrong master. If the Mo Ran trend is gone, she is no longer young and young, and it is probably no longer able to find a tree that can climb to the sky. Therefore, she sincerely hopes that Mo Ran will regain her spirits and stop being so crazy.
So she thought for a while, weighed the pros and cons, but summoned up her courage and said, "After Master Chu leaves, no one is worthy of the red lotus water pavilion."
The ink burned: "Not bad. You go on to say."
"My concubine thought, since that's the case, if your Majesty goes down to the waterside pavilion, you'll only be in touch with the scenery, so why not..."
"Not as good?" Mo Ran narrowed his eyes.
"It's better to just seal the red lotus water pavilion. There is only one owner in one pavilion, which is a good story."
The author has something to say: Miss Song died.
Miss Song's graduation thesis "On Not Seeing Through the Phenomenon How Miserable the Essence Can Die"