Master, please take care of me.
This is the first sentence that the ink burned when they first met at the Tongtian Tower.
At that time, Chu nightning closed his eyes, the ink burned and called him, and he raised the eyelash curtain.
This is also the last sentence that the ink burned when they parted in the red lotus water pavilion.
At that time, Chu nightning closed his eyes, and the ink burned to call him, but he never looked up.
In a word, he drifted from the Tongtian Tower for half his life to the lotus pond, and finally the dust settled.
Years of hatred and love have all dissipated, and they have all become cold.
After the ink burned the last altar of pear blossom white, he walked down the South Peak of life and death, and walked into his own doomsday afterglow. On the second day, the rebels attacked the Wushan Temple, but found that Ta Xianjun, who had been a disaster for ten years, committed suicide at the age of thirty-two.
So far, two lifetimes have passed.
The ink burned and opened his eyes.
He slept all night under the flower tree in front of the Tongtian Tower. When he woke up, he was still at a loss, and he didn't know what day it was.
He just murmured subconsciously: "Master... you take care of me..."
Then he remembered that in this life, Chu Wanning was no longer there.
In the previous life, he was used to the hard life. Chu nightning was the one who accompanied him to the end. In this life, he didn't want to be a wicked person again, but Chu nightning couldn't see it anymore.
Maybe God can't bear it, or maybe there is a destiny in the dark, and the previous life Chu Wanning has already disgusted him, so in this life, he was the first person to leave.
The ink burned to cover the eyelids with his arms and endured the choking of the throat.
He heard Xue Zhengyi's anxious shout in the distance, his uncle was looking for him, and his uncle was shouting: "Ran'er - where are you? Ran'er!"
The teacher is also calling him: "A burning, where are you... Come out quickly..."
"Ran'er, come back to accompany Yuheng! Don't do anything stupid, Ran'er!"
Accompany Yuheng.
accompany him...
The ink burned then climbed up from the ground, stumbled, and stumbled away following the sound.
He can't break down, he can't break down - he still has a lot of things to do, and the culprit behind the scenes has not yet been uncovered, not to mention that the change of the sky may be repeated at any time. Abandoned... Xue Meng has lost his mind in pain, and he can't get up again in pain, and he can't collapse.
He endured and held back.
He told himself, no more pain, no more pain.
Chu nightning's death, he experienced more than once, no pain.
No pain…
But how can it not hurt!
More than 3,000 long steps, he crawled back on his back, how could it not hurt...
Exhausting the last bit of spiritual power and giving all the spiritual current of the whole body to myself, how could it not hurt...
Obviously he was also injured in the same way, in order not to drag the apprentice down, he made a desperate appearance and left on his own... How could it not hurt...
There is also the previous life, the injury of Chu nightning is actually the same as that of the teacher, but he doesn't say it, if he doesn't say it, the ink burns will not know.
He is still roaring at Chu Wanning, venting his endless hatred towards Chu Wanning, and he turned all the hands that Chu Wanning had worked hard for him when he was not healed.
Chu nightning lowered his body in front of him, lowered his head, went to pick them up one by one, and discarded them all.
how... maybe... not painful...
How can it not hurt! !
He dug the heart of Chu nightning! How can it not hurt! ! how is this possible…
The ink burned and couldn't go on. He endured for a long time in the same place, and calmed down for a long time. His whole body was shaking and his whole body was shaking.
it hurts.
He buried his face in his palm, bit his lip, and swallowed the cry and dripping blood.
It took a long, long time before he managed to calm his mind.
He raised his head, his eyes were flushed, then he took a deep breath and slowly walked down the endless long steps.
Can't break down.
"uncle."
"Ran'er, where have you been? You're going to scare me to death. If something goes wrong with you, what face will I have to see Yuheng under Jiuquan in the future?"
"It's my fault." Mo Ran said, "I'm fine, and my uncle is worried."
Xue Zhengyi shook his head, didn't know what to say, just patted the shoulder of the ink burning, and said after a while: "I don't blame you, I don't blame you, you are much stronger than Menger... Alas..."
The ink burned hoarsely and asked: "Where is Xue Meng?"
"I was sick, and the high fever persisted. I just drank the medicine and fell asleep. Fortunately, he fell asleep. He cried when he was awake. No matter how he tried to persuade him, he couldn't persuade him." It caused an uproar. The upper repair world also began to send people to picket the whole thing, but the people behind the scenes handled it extremely cleanly. Caidie Town was almost razed to the ground in the bloody battle, and there was no clue."
Hearing this news, Mo Ran didn't think it was strange. The person's ability was obviously beyond everyone's expectations, even beyond his expectations.
People who can take the life of Chu nightning, how can they easily fall behind when doing things.
"Shangxiujie, what are they going to do?"
Xue Zhengyi said: "For this matter, they decided to set an example and discuss at the top of Lingshan. I will leave tomorrow... But Menger looks like this, I really can't worry..."
He was right. In the matter of Caidie Town, even Chu Wanning, the world's largest master, was killed. Even if the upper repair world is indifferent, it is impossible to sit idly by.
"Who is the person who laid the formation to open the barrier?"
"Why would he do this."
"What should this person move next?"
These three interrogations are like vultures coiling in everyone's heart. Everyone wants to know the answer, but after investigating for a long time, they are still unable to do anything.
The ink burned: "Uncle, don't worry, I will help my aunt to take care of everything in the party."
"That's good, that's good... Alas... I've suffered for you."
Xue Zhengyi left, and Xue Meng stayed with his soul all day long, and the backlog of volume commissions all fell on the shoulders of ink burning.
The ink burned and immersed himself in the case, and did not dare to have a moment of burnout, because as long as he stopped to think, stopped to rest for a while, the intense pain and regret would drag him down into the abyss, tortured him and broken the soul. He wished he could bow his head day and night to get rid of the endless guilt and torture in his heart.
When the endless hell is split, the yin qi in the mortal world flourishes. Many evil spirits that have been dormant for a long time have reappeared in the rivers and lakes through the east wind, causing harm to the Quartet. These days, the letters of entrustment asking for help from the top of the dead are piled up like a hill. Ink burning is busy, sleepless and forgetting food, often rushing to the Danxin Hall at dawn, and returning to rest at night.
But even so, he will still be caught in the debris left by Chu Wanning in the sea of books.
"… Qing Zong is making waves, and the 82 old and weak households in Fengling Village are very disturbed. Fortunately, the mecha 'Night You Shen' made by the elders of the noble faction can temporarily prevent evil. However, it is not a long-term solution, please... "
The tears of the candle slowly fell, and the lantern burst into a string of fireworks.
When the ink burned back to God, I was shocked to realize that I had been stunned by this letter for a long time, and my fingers rubbed the words "Night Youshen". With a file, he focused on applying tung oil to the mecha man.
The ink burned with a long sigh, and the fingertips touched the forehead and gently rubbed it.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door.
"Teacher?"
The beautiful young man in plain white clothes walked in, put down the tray in his hand beside the ink burning case, rolled up his sleeves and lit the candle, and then said warmly: "A Ran, it's been a busy day, let's eat something."
"...Alright."
The ink burned with a bitter smile, put the file down, and pinched the faintly throbbing eyebrows.
"I simmered a bowl of ginseng chicken soup and fried a few dishes." The teacher put the vegetable cloth and tried the temperature across the bowl. "Fortunately, it is still warm."
The two were eating, and the teacher saw that the hair on his forehead was scattered, which made a handsome face a little haggard, so he stretched out his hand and twisted it for him.
"A burning."
"Um?"
"That day... what do you want to say to me?"
Mo Ran's heart was very messy, and he didn't react for a while. He glanced at him and asked: "Which day?"
"..." The teacher pursed his lips and lowered his eyes, "It was the day when the sky split."
"… "
"You said you'd help... Help Master repair the cracks in the sky, there is a sentence, if you want to tell me when you come back, just..." The voice gradually softened, and the head lowered.
In the sea of lights and candles, the teacher's crystal-like snow earrings seem to be a little red.
The ink burned and stared for a long time, but couldn't speak for a long time.
For the teacher, he feels that he is undoubtedly in love, but he really has no such thoughts at the moment, not at all.
He is really shameless and informal, and he really doesn't take the criticisms of the world seriously, and he doesn't know what the righteousness and etiquette are.
But that doesn't mean he doesn't have a heart.
"I'm sorry." After a long silence, the ink burned softly, "I feel uncomfortable, I think... Now is not the time to talk about this, so I will tell you about that later, okay?"
The teacher raised his face suddenly, and a pair of beautiful eyes were full of amazement.
Mo Ran smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand, hesitated for a moment, and rubbed the teacher's hair: "I am always stupid, and there are so many things to deal with these days, I... I don't know when I can calm down. Make everything clear. I'm afraid I'm being too hasty."
Rao is the warmth of the candle, and it can't cover the paleness of the teacher's face.
"Sloppy?"
After a pause, he suddenly laughed.
"A Ran, at that time, life and death were at stake. I thought what you were going to say was a well-thought-out thing."
"Yes." Mo Ran frowned, "I have kept that thing in my heart for a long time, and it has never changed, but..."
"Can?"
"...not now."
The hands are squeezed into a fist between the sleeves, and the ink burns.
"Not now, teacher. You don't know, it's a very important thing, I don't want to tell you in such an uncomfortable and hasty situation, I... "
"Little Lord!"
Suddenly, a subordinate rushed in recklessly, but saw that the person handling the sect affairs in the Danxin Hall was burning with ink, and he hurriedly bowed his head and saluted: "Ah, Young Master Mo."
Interrupted by this, the thin red on the teacher's face also faded, the sleeves were smashed, and the leaning forward body sat back again, and the whole person became faint and looked very plain.
Mo Ran didn't notice the change in his mood and raised his eyes: "What's the matter?"
"There are distinguished guests outside the mountain gate, and they are here to report."
"VIP?" Mo Ran said, "The top ten sects are all in Lingshan now, where are the distinguished guests?"
The disciple seemed to be frightened and excited, and the whole person was incoherent.
"what?!"
Even if he stepped on the emperor, the ink could not help but stand up suddenly, and the teacher was also shocked.
"Master Guilty?"
No wonder the ink burns so stunned, this master of sin is a legendary person in the world of self-cultivation.
This person, who has already achieved a positive result, should soar. However, when the gate of the heavenly realm opened to him, he stood up and said that he could not stand the billowing red dust, could not let go of his lifelong obsessions, and could not wash away the sins of his early years. In the end, the light of the sky disappeared, the lotus blossoms withered, the cassock and cassock of the guilty master was worn out, and the awning staff lightened, floated away, and finally never became an immortal.
After he refused to ascend, he went to the Temple of Wubei to retreat and meditate. In the blink of an eye, it had been over a hundred years in the world.
A hundred years later, the world of comprehension only hears his name, but does not see him. There are only a handful of seniors who have seen him on the rivers and lakes.
The ink burned the world upside down in the past life, but it also missed the master of sin. Because the guilt is really too old and too old, in the year before the ink burned to the top, he passed away in a spring rain, and no one knew that he passed away.
Unexpectedly, after the rebirth, the sinful master would visit late at night.
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind for a while, although he didn't know what he was going to do. But for a while, the ink burned and remembered the rumors about the master of sin.
Guilty... Guilty!
How could he forget Master Guilty!
When Shimei died in the previous life, because of his shallow knowledge, he did not know that there was such a senior who penetrated the sky and the earth. Later, after he ascended the throne, he heard the report of the following people, and then he knew the "rebirth" of one of the three forbidden techniques. The art is practiced by someone in the world.
That person is guilty.
He was in a hurry to go to the Wubei Temple to invite people to come, and wanted to restore the soul of the teacher, but when the person sent returned, he told him that the master had passed away, and he missed the last chance to let the teacher be reborn.
But at the moment this legendary figure is still alive! still alive! !
How could he forget! How can you forget
The ink burned and the heart trembled, and the whole person trembled. He stood up abruptly, the flames in his eyes lit up, and he said anxiously: "Please come in!"
The disciple who came to report has not had time to agree, and the ink burned again: "No, I will go outside to meet him." Before taking two steps, he suddenly saw a flash of yellow outside.
The candle did not move, the fire did not move.
There was no wind at all.
No one could see clearly, even his eyesight was burning like ink, and he didn't see how he got in. A monk wearing a hat and half-old robe was already standing in the Danqing Hall.
He is like a thunderbolt, and the stop position is right in front of the ink, and the distance is a bit abrupt.
"Nursing in the middle of the night, don't bother the donor to move."
A low and gentle voice came out slowly from the cornice of the bamboo hat, and Mo Ran and the teacher were surprised when they heard it.
Where does this voice sound like a centenarian should have
Before I could think about it, I saw that the monk was a man of about thirty years old in the hall lights, except for the green hat. Clear and clear, as if the river sea condensed light.
"… You are… "
The monk put his hands together and bowed lowly: "Amitabha, the poor monk is guilty."
No one expected that the guilty master, who was at least a hundred years old, looked younger than Xue Zhengyi, and was dumbfounded for a while.
But ink burning and practice together are not stupid. He thought that guilt was a person who gave up flying and stayed in the mortal world. Except for the final rebirth, he was already no different from a god, so he felt a little relieved. But he couldn't take his eyes off him.
Guilty did not want to disturb more people, so only the three of them sat in the Danxin Hall. Mo Ran personally served hot tea to the master, took it with guilt, thanked him lowly, but didn't drink it, only put the tea on the red sandalwood table, and then slowly raised his head.
Although he was very gentle and polite, he did not detour, but went straight to the point:
"Donor Mo, please forgive the poor monk, but the poor monk is here today for an old friend."
The heartbeat of the ink burned quickly, and he felt dizzy in front of him, and his knuckles slammed into the corner of the case, with such a force that he almost crushed the table.
He stared at the face of Master Guilty, and all the words of the previous life struck again like snowflakes—
"It is said that there is only one person in the world who has successfully used the technique of rebirth among the three major forbidden techniques, but the rumors are rumors after all, and I don't know if they are true or false..."
"Where is the guilty master? Even if I pay a lot of money, I will save the teacher back!"
"Your Majesty doesn't know anything, he is guilty... He has passed away many years ago. He never wrote any writings in his life, and he only left a sentence of 'defying the sky and changing his life, the danger is coming.', in addition, a few words Not available…”
Those fragmentary words hurriedly scraped across the pinna.
"Master Guilty is deeply reincarnated."
"It is rumored that he can communicate with the ghost world. If he is still in the human world, Senior Brother Mingjing may be able to revive his soul. It's a pity, alas..."
"Master Guilty is the ghost that is still in the world, and the affairs of yin and yang are beyond his control."
The ink burned and took a deep breath, and was surprised that his voice was a little trembling.
"Old man... old man..."
He murmured, his eyes chasing the clear eyes of the Guilty Master.
The ink burned like a mosquito, and the back even oozes fine sweat. He asked in a low voice, "Who is the old friend?"
The monk stood up slowly, and in the dim candlelight, there was no shadow under his feet.
The sleeves of the thin yellow robe drooped down, and the clothes were half old, but there were no wrinkles, and they floated in the wind like a ghost. This master really taught people to see through the numbers.
Mo Ran could almost hear his heartbeat, and he couldn't help but stand up with guilt, and the two looked at each other.
"Master." If there was a bright mirror hanging high at this moment, he could see between his eyebrows, and unconsciously a little extravagant hope arose, and because of this extravagant hope, another ray of pleading, "Who... is an old friend..."
is it him
is it him
Guilty suddenly lowered his eyelashes and sighed together: "Little disciple Chu Wanning, died seven days ago. Tonight is the night of his return to his soul. The poor monk can't bear the white-haired man to send the black-haired man, and he came to the peak of life and death, asking for mercy from the ink donor, He is also a disciple of the old monk."
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