A lantern wandered quietly on the top of death and life, looking for the half-wisp of the lonely soul that had returned.
After the soul-inducing light was on, the living people could no longer see the ink burning, and he seemed to have become a half-ghost.
Red Lotus Water Pavilion, Shuangtian Temple, Sanshengtai…
I went everywhere, but couldn't see him.
The ink burned and couldn't help but think, could it be that the master was exhausted before his death, and he never wanted to see him again after his death
This thought made him feel like falling into an ice cave, his feet became more and more anxious, the hem of his clothes swept across the grass, and suddenly he saw a person standing on the bridge of Nai He, clear and cold, desolate, sweating in his palms, and his heart was beating like a drum, eager to go to that People run away.
"Master—"
The one who turned back was an unidentified soul, probably also the disciple who died in the fissure, half of his face was full of blood, and he stared blankly at the ink burning.
"... I'm sorry, I made a mistake." The ink burned and hurried past him. The dead soul lost his sanity, and just stared at the ink burning as he passed in front of him, without doing anything, the white body of the corpse was frozen in place, like a silkworm slough left in the world.
The ink can't help but feel tighter.
What if Shizun's human soul became like him and became a walking corpse? Even if you find him by yourself, can you keep him until dawn
In my heart, the golden horse and the iron horse stepped over in a hurry, and the steps were getting faster and faster.
Raising his eyes, he suddenly realized that he had reached the door of Meng Po Tang at some point.
The ink burned the heart and thought, the master is not obsessed with food on weekdays, and after he wants to come back to his soul, he will not specially come to this kitchen.
Just as he was about to leave, he heard a soft sigh in Meng Po Tang.
The sound was very thin, but it was like a thunderous explosion in the ink-burning skull.
He almost stumbled through the door and raised the soul-inducing lamp in his hand tremblingly. The light of the soul lamp was like a newborn sun, warm but faint, and it reflected a silhouette of a white-clothed figure.
The joints were dead white, and the nails barely sank into the palms.
The ink burned and muttered: "Master..."
Chu nightning half a soul, standing alone in the huge kitchen. The figure is a little lighter, like ink marks that have faded from time to time, but it is his appearance.
He was wearing the misty white clothes he had worn when he died, and the corners of his clothes were stained with blood stains, which was extremely dreary and beautiful, so he was called extremely pale and smoky. .
The ink burned the lamp and looked at the mirror flower water moon in front of him.
Wanting to go faster, for fear of being late, he left.
I wanted to go slower, but I was afraid of the rush, and the dream was shattered.
Thousands of thoughts intertwined, but his eyes couldn't help but turn slightly red, and how much guilt welled up in his heart, he only felt that he owed him, and stood near him, holding a position of shame.
The lantern flickered slightly.
Approaching, seeing him busy, seems a little anxious, and so clumsy.
What is Chu nightning doing
When he came behind him, he wanted to help the poor soul, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he was struck by lightning. He bit his neck hard.
The ink burned abruptly took two steps back and slowly shook his head, but he couldn't say a word.
At this moment, even with an awl pierced into his chest, his heart was ripped out, and the blood vessels and flesh were attached together, and it would not hurt any more.
He saw that Chu nightning's hands, because he was dragging himself before his death, the hands that climbed more than 3,000 steps for life, the hands that had already been peeled and bloody, were slowly rubbing on the case.
On the case, there are flour, seasoning, and stuffing meat.
There is water in a pot next to it, and the water has already boiled. Chu nightning, this idiot, doesn't know how to put out the fire weaker, and the dense water mist soaks everything around it very vaguely...
Or maybe it's not that the steam blurs the eyes of the spectators, but that the ink burns his own eyes.
The human soul of Chu nightning is slowly holding the hand skin. He originally had a pair of extremely dexterous hands. The weapon of the gods walked under his slender fingers, and the enchantment of ten thousand feet started from between his palms.
But now those hands were shattered and trembling slightly, carefully wrapping rounded hands one after another.
"… "
The ink burned suddenly raised his arm, struggling to wipe his red eyes, but still couldn't say a word.
Chu nightning turned his back to him, and it seemed that he finally remembered that the water in the pot had been boiled for too long.
He rubbed.
Yes, he rubbed.
The ink burned finally recovered from the pain of drowning him, and he walked quickly and walked around to the master.
He saw it.
After the three souls are separated, each will be missing something. Or memory, or mind, or flesh and blood.
And this ray of human soul that returned from the underworld lost part of its perception.
Chu nightning, who returned from the underworld, had blurry eyes and his hearing seemed to be not so good. He touched something, and he couldn't even tell where it fell. But even so, he still worked so hard to make this bowl of ordinary, very ordinary counterfeit hands. As if this was his favorite thing to do during his lifetime, he could get a moment of tenderness in this vague vapor.
When the ink burned, I only felt distressed, I only felt that the world was spinning, and I couldn't think for a while. I just stood there and looked at everything in front of me.
"Bangdang."
The soul whose eyes were almost dim, because he couldn't see clearly, accidentally knocked down Meng Potang's salt shaker.
Chu nightning seemed to be shocked, and silently retracted his hand, his face stained with mottled blood showed such an uneasy look.
"What do you want..."
A hoarse voice sounded beside him, almost choked, feeling extremely guilty and heartbroken.
"I'll help you, okay?"
Chu nightning was slightly surprised, but perhaps because of the incomplete soul, the mood would not be too turbulent, and it would soon return to tranquility.
The ink burns, but every word is almost difficult, almost begging.
"Master, let me help you, okay..."
The water boils in the pot, the dead in the kitchen are warm and lively, but the living are desolate and silent.
After a long time, I finally heard the familiar voice of Chu Wanning. Kunshan was like jade, slow and steady.
"You came?"
"… Yes."
"It's good to come, you can wait for a while by the side. When the hand is ready to cook, let the ink burn."
"…!"
The ink burned for a while, and I didn't understand what Chu nightning was saying.
But I saw that Chu nightning was rubbing the dragon hands full of snow and jade into the pot, and the face faded in the water vapor, and it looked extra soft. Then he said: "Yesterday I punished him so heavily, I should hate me. I heard Xue Meng said that he has never been willing to eat. When you send it to him, don't say that I did it. He needs to know, I'm afraid I won't want to eat it."
There is chaos in the ink burning mind, and there seems to be a secret that has been dormant for half a lifetime, and it is about to move and break out of the ground.
"Master..."
Chu nightning smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid I'm too harsh on him. But his temperament of doing what he wants to do, always has to be changed.... Forget it, don't say it, you help me find a bowl Come on, be thicker. It's cold outside, so don't let it get cold."
Will break the ground, will break the ground.
As if I heard a slight shattering sound in my mind, a certain memory finally pecked the shell with its sharp claws, screaming and slaughtering the ink like a ghost!
In an instant, it was dark.
copy hands.
teacher.
Master.
…
That was the first time he had eaten the hand made by the teacher. On that day, he was punished by Chu Wanning for accidentally breaking the famous flower planted by Mrs. Wang. Tianwen beat him to the point where his skin was broken, and his heart was ashes.
He was lying on the bed and refused to get up. He just thought that he picked flowers and wanted to give them to the master, but he was slapped mercilessly. He felt that he was blind before to see Chu Wanning, and it was lard. When you think about it, you will feel that Chu nightning is gentle, and that Chu nightning cares about him.
That is, on that day, the teacher came to his room with a bowl of steaming red oil, and the soft voice, warm tone, and the warm-hearted dragon hand made him disappointed with the master. , all of them have become a good impression of the teacher.
But who knows...
But who knows! !
That ray of dead souls stood beside him, and the souls of each deceased were different when they returned. Some are like Luo Xianxian, just to take a look at the stories that they don't know after death, and some are like the people who have just been on the bridge, they have nothing to worry about, just go to the place where they lived before their lives.
Chu nightning, this ray of human soul, lost both eyes, and could not distinguish the voices of the people around him, and even didn't know where it was today.
When he returned to the mortal world, it was probably because he felt that he did something badly, that he did something wrong, and felt regretful.
want to make up.
So, Chu nightning finally made a decision that was no longer the same as before.
Take it out and put it in a bowl. Green onion shreds, creamy soup, red oil topping.
He handed the bowl to "Master", but suddenly stopped at the end.
"I finally treat him, it's too impersonal." Chu nightning murmured.
A little silence.
"That's all. Don't send it off. I'll go see him myself and apologize to him."
The ink burned blankly, and his face was as pale as the soul.
I thought that the master was too cold, as cold as cold iron, which made my heart freeze into ice. But who would have guessed that Shizun was actually kind to him...
The regret he couldn't let go of in the world was actually himself.
—Apologize to him again.
The ice melted, became water, and became the ocean.
The ink burned slowly raised his hand and buried his face in his palm.
Shoulders tremble.
Hard-hearted? Hard-hearted
no…
The ink burned his throat, and he wept again, he knelt down, he knelt in front of the remnant soul who couldn't see himself, the soul lamp was placed at his feet, he was intermittently Ai Ai, he was so hoarse that he wanted to cry blood, he finally no longer Couldn't help crying.
He knelt in front of Chu nightning.
no…
He leaned into the dust, and he caught the hem of Chu's blood-stained clothes.
Jun Fei's heart is as cold as iron, and I can hardly be a stubborn stone. It's just a miscalculation of the past, and there are many mistakes... Just...
"Master, Master..." He mourned and curled up, "I'm sorry for you. Please... Please come back with me..."
"Master... please go back with me, I'm wrong, it's my fault. I don't blame you, I don't hate you, it's me who's wrong, it always makes you angry, and you beat me and scold me in the future, I'll never blame you. Don't fight back, Master, as long as you come back, I will listen to you in everything... Respect you, love you, treat you well..."
But the hem of Chu nightning's clothes is so indistinct, it seems to be broken at any time in the hand.
Mo Ran can't wait to open his chest and replace his heart with him, as long as he can hear his heartbeat again. I wish I could run out of blood and run into his veins, as long as I can see the color on his face again.
He wished he could do everything to make up for the mistakes he had committed.
"Master." He finally broke down in tears.
"Let's start all over again, okay..."
In front of the Tongtian Tower, under the Begonia tree.
The gentle master, like a white cat, raised his head, his phoenix eyes widened slightly, cicadas on the branches chirped three or two times, and the young man in front of him was laughing.
"Xianjun Xianjun, I watched you for a long time. You ignored me."
Twenty years in a blink of an eye, two lifetimes.
it's already over.
It's brazenness, wolf ambition, and I have to say this sentence-
Master, we have started all over again.
OK.
Please, please take care of me, okay...
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