Although Chu nightning didn't hear what Rong Jiu shouted behind, but this battle, without further explanation, he also understood that Rong Jiu deliberately provoked him in the warehouse just now, and wanted him to be angry, look at the right time Escape to inform.
When I think of myself, I always think twice, but now I encounter something related to the burning of ink, but I am no longer so calm, and I can make a second Yizi lie on the hook with a few words, and Chu nightning is a little choked.
He watched the ink burning himself running a short distance in front of him, and couldn't help but ask: "Have you ever been to Xiantaolou again?"
When I heard this name that was about to be forgotten by myself, the ink burned his feet and cursed angrily: "Rong Jiu, this beast! He said that I went to Xiantaolou later?! How could I go there again! Master, you Is it because of this that you are mad at me and say I lied to you?"
"… "
"After the stage of good and evil, I have never been to those... Those places, I have never lied to the master. If the master does not believe it, he will use the ghost to bind me and interrogate me."
"… no need."
Chu nightning lowered his eyes and looked at the hell he was still holding in his hand. He thought that he would use the willow vine infused with spiritual power to burn the skin and open the flesh. It was really...
Wait a minute, Shenwu? !
The ghostly fire reflected his eyebrows and eyes very brightly in the night. Chu nightning stared at it for a moment, and his heart had turned up the stormy waves. He tried to pour the ghostly spirit into his palm, and immediately felt a powerful force. Plenty of power kept coming.
Chu night Ning suddenly understood where to get the source of spiritual power-
Between the living and the dead, although the spirit flow can no longer be transmitted to each other, the spiritual power of Shenwu does not matter, as long as the weapon itself does not resist it, they are all in common!
The ink burned halfway, and suddenly felt that Chu nightning stopped, he immediately turned back, and asked anxiously: "Master, what's wrong?"
There was still paint on his face and blood dripping from his face, which made him even more pitiful against those bright black eyes.
Chu nightning pursed his lips, which was embarrassing and unbearable, but the self-esteem and pride in his bones made him feel that although he had wronged the ink, this kid was really entangled with those Zhang Sanrongjiu before, and it was time to fight.
After thinking about it for a moment, Chu nightning didn't know what tone and expression he should use to face him, so he had to be simple, continue to have no tone, and said without expression:
"Ink burning, you stand and retreat to the edge of the palace wall."
"… doing what?"
Chu nightning said lightly: "Give you a trick."
"… "
Before I could react to what the master said, I saw that the red light source of the ghost was continuously flowing into the remnant soul of Chu Wanning, covering his entire soul with a layer of hot flames. The ink burned and opened his eyes, watching Chu nightning and seeing the ghost so echoed for a moment, suddenly the flame disappeared, and the man in the golden red robe held the willow vine that spit flames, and turned back to himself:
"Ink burning, give an order to the hell."
The ink burned vaguely knew what he was going to do. Although it was unbelievable, he immediately shouted: "Damn, the master is like me, listen to his orders."
Liu Teng fluttered in the hands of Chu Wanning, bursting out a string of crystal red sparks, and the willow leaves on the vine were radiant and glowing.
Chu nightning raised his other hand, and his fingertips brushed the ghostly vine body inch by inch. Wherever he passed, the brilliance surged. Thousands of yin soldiers had rushed to the front of the two at this time, and behind the two of them was the palace wall that was towering into the clouds and sealed by the enchantment, and there was no way to retreat.
However, Chu nightning did not intend to retire.
I saw a ray of light splashed in his eyes, a thousand layers of ripples floated, the wind suddenly rose, and the robe danced wildly. , through the night!
The hell obeyed the instructions of the ink burning, and no longer rejected Chu nightning, but gathered his own powerful spiritual power into the soul of Chu nightning.
The dazzling and dazzling brilliance flashed in Chu Wanning's eyes, and the voice was calm and steady: "Damn, ten thousand coffins!"
"Boom—" In an instant, countless golden and red willow vines burst out of the ground, tearing the majestic palace into broken bricks and tiles. The center is tightly sealed.
The ink burned and looked at all this in front of him, watching Shenwu and the remnant soul echo and merge.
Watching Chu Wanning's robes fly, the ink hair is like a cloud of smoke.
Before life and after death, it was this earth-shattering fiery heroic spirit that was unstoppable.
Taking this opportunity, Chu nightning slammed back and put his hand on the palace wall, just a closed eye effort, and immediately broke the weak point of the enchantment.
"Nine feet up, four inches to the right, you attack with fire!"
The ink burned immediately and jumped up as he said. When the ghosts and spirits in the palace had not had time to react, the curse of the fire was gathered in the palm and slammed down towards the position pointed by Chu nightning!
In an instant, the ground shook and the mountains swayed, the palace walls that reached the sky quickly disintegrated and returned to their original height.
"go out!"
There is no need to say it a second time, the ink burned to the top of the wall, turned around and pulled Chu Wanning who came up later, the two broke out of the palace of the Four Ghost Kings, and disappeared in an instant in the vast night...
In the narrow alley, Chu nightning and Mo Ran leaned against a wall and looked at each other without saying anything. In the end, Mo Ran didn't hold back and laughed first: "That old ghost is afraid to want to I'm so pissed... sigh!" He grinned, and the wound on his cheek was sore.
"..." Chu nightning said, "Don't laugh."
The ink burned and stopped laughing. In the dim alley, his eyelashes moved slightly, and his dark and moist eyes looked at each other: "Master, are you still angry with me?"
If he said "Master, you have wronged me", then Chu nightning may be uncomfortable to listen to, but he asked himself if he was still angry, Chu nightning hesitated for a moment, silently bypassing this topic: "… Hurry up and cast the spell, we escaped from the palace of the Four Ghost Kings, and he didn't have the face to talk to the other ghost kings for a while, but after a long time, it might not be possible."
As soon as he heard this, he knew that Chu nightning would not leave, and would not leave, and the heart that had been clenching since then finally relaxed.
Mo Ran couldn't help laughing again: "Well." He smiled and hurt, and he couldn't help covering his face.
Chu nightning: "..."
Mo Ran took out the soul-inducing lamp, held it in his hand, lowered his head and chanted the mantra silently. After three rounds of reciprocation, the soul-inducing lamp suddenly emitted a dazzling brilliance, and the person who illuminated it couldn't open his eyes at all.
He seemed to hear the chanting of the sinful master, which came from the rushing and majestic Yellow Springs water, and the quiet and peaceful Wangchuan reeds.
"When are you coming back... When are you coming back..."
The voice was so distant that it was almost indistinguishable. After a while, the chant of "When to come and return" seemed to be closer, and then the voice of the guilty master sounded in the ink burning ears.
"Why are there two Earth Souls?" There was a hint of doubt in the hazy voice of the Guilty Master.
The ink burned and closed his eyes, and told everything in his mind with guilt.
The Miao Miao voice was silent for a moment, and then said, "Have you seen Chu Xun in Shunfeng Building?"
"Um."
"… "
"Grandmaster?"
"It's nothing, since Young Master Chu said it's normal to have two earth spirits, that should be the case." He said guilty, "It's just that the poor monk has never tried to recall two earth spirits from the ghost world at the same time. It takes time. It will be longer, please wait a little longer, please."
The ink burned at the palace of the four kings and asked: "How long will it take? We just came out of the palace of the four ghost kings, I don't know when they will catch up..."
"It won't be too long, please forgive me, Master Mo."
When the words of guilt fell, the voice faded even more, and after a while, it was completely drowned out by the chant of "When will you come back?"
Chu nightning couldn't hear the voice of guilt, and frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"
"Master's soul is special, and the master said that you need to wait a little longer." Mo Ran said, "It's too close to the palace, let's go further."
Chu nightning nodded, and the two walked to a corner. At this time, it was almost dawn. The old man who was guiding the way was about to close the stall. When he saw the ink burning, "Oh", he was very surprised.
"Are you looking for someone?"
Mo Ran didn't expect to meet him again, stunned for a moment, and then said: "I found it, I found it, thank you old man."
"What's there to thank for this, it's Xiao Xianjun's own good luck. Hey... Why is your face broken?"
"Oh, I was... beaten by the soul of the Yin Soldier." The ink burned nonsense.
"No wonder, I said that ordinary things shouldn't hurt ghosts, alas... how painful it must be."
The old man thought for a while, put down the packed drawer again, cooked two bowls of small wontons, and held them out, "The rest of the left and right can't be sold today, please eat some before you go."
The ink burned and thanked, and watched the old man return to pick up the burden again, and went away, and then put the soup bowl on the small stone bench next to it.
Chu nightning does not like to eat onion and leeks. The old man's wonton soup sprinkled some chopped green onion. The ink burned and scooped out the onion in the bowl in front of him, and then switched with the one in front of Chu nightning and said: "Master, eat this. bowl."
"..." Chu nightning glanced at him, but did not push back, picked up the spoon and slowly tasted it.
The ink burned and watched him eat. The cold soup of the ghost world touched his light-colored lips, and the wontons and soup were all indistinguishable, the authentic way of eating ghosts.
"Is it tasty?"
"Alright."
"It's not as delicious as the dragon chopsticks you made."
"Cough!" Chu nightning was caught off guard, as if he was choked. He suddenly raised his head, staring at the person who was holding his cheeks and smiling at him, and suddenly felt like a shell was forcibly broken, The mussels exposed to the scorching sun have lost the slightest secret.
"... What kind of dragon chasing?"
Elder Yuheng frowned, with a solemn expression, trying to pretend to be a fool and hide the prestige of his fallen teacher.
"Don't pretend." But before that Shiwei picked it up, he was smashed by the hand that burned out and rubbed his hair.
Chu nightning was very angry and frustrated.
"I know it all."
"… "
Mo Ran took the lantern with the human soul out of the Qiankun bag, put it on the stone bench, and said: "The master was awkward when he was alive, and he came to the underworld, and only the human soul is honest."
"I'll do it for you, but..."
The ink burned his eyebrows and looked at him with a smile.
But what
Feeling guilty? Afraid you are hungry? Regret
He couldn't say these words.
Chu nightning felt that he had a hidden disease in his heart. He always had much self-esteem that was stronger than ordinary people. He regarded "being good to others", "loving a person" and "being attached" as a kind of shame. For many years, in the wind and rain, he was used to being alone and became a towering giant tree.
This kind of giant tree will never tremble like a flower, which will provoke people's emotions, nor will it sway in the wind like a vine, making it ticklish.
He just stood silently and solemnly, very stable, and very reliable. He silently shielded the passers-by from the wind and rain, and kept the shade for the people leaning against the tree.
Maybe it's because it is so tall and lush that people have to raise their heads deliberately to find out—ah, it turns out that this gentle shade was cast by him.
But those passers-by came and went, no one raised their heads, and no one noticed him.
People's vision is always accustomed to looking at a place lower than one's own, at most equal to one's own, so he gradually gets used to it, and it becomes natural when he gets used to it.
In fact, no one in the world is born to be dependent, and born to be dependent.
It's just that those who always cling to the strong will become more and more charming and softer, stretch out their boneless waists, and use flattery, flattery, and sweet words to gain a piece of the world.
And another kind of person, such as Chu Wanning, since he came out of the mountain, he has been relied on. This kind of person will become more and more resolute and stronger, and later his face has become iron, and his heart has become a hundred steelmaking. These people are accustomed to seeing the weakness of others, and they are so unwilling to show the slightest softness.
They were sword-wielders, and they had to be fully armed.
Don't show weakness, let alone what a gentle township is.
After a long time, I seem to have forgotten. In fact, when people are born, they are all affectionate and intentional. Some people are just and soft. When they were children, they would cry and laugh. They would fall and get up by themselves. .
He may have also expected, expecting someone to help him. But after waiting once, no, the second time, still no, he gradually got used to it in the loss again and again. When someone really came to help him, he would only feel unnecessary and ashamed.
Just fell down.
The legs are not broken, so why be pretentious.
If the leg is broken, this kind of person will think again.
Oh, it's just that the leg is broken, and it's not dead, so why be pretentious.
What if he died.
If you are a ghost, you have to think about it, hey, if you die anyway, it is hypocritical to say more.
They are trying to get rid of the hypocrisy of being weak, but before they know it, they fall into another hypocritical, one by one suffering from self-esteem disease, and there is no cure.
The ink burned and looked at this hopeless man to see what he had to say.
After all, Chu nightning said nothing, pursed his lips, and put down the spoon dryly.
He was very unhappy.
So after a long while, he stood up abruptly and said, "Try another spell, I'm going to enter the soul lamp."
"Ah..." The ink burned for a moment and smiled, "Is the soul lamp a conch shell? I'm sorry to hide in."
Chu nightning looked dignified and flicked his sleeves: "I'm sorry? You talk about it, what am I embarrassed about?"
"Master is embarrassed, of course because..."
"!" I didn't expect that he was really thick-skinned enough to say it. Chu nightning was like being stabbed by a needle, and said, "You shut up."
"Because it's good to me."
"..."
The ink burned also stood up, the red clouds of the ghost world floated across the sky, and the drowsy crescent moon that covered it stuck its head out, and sprinkled a layer of clear frost on the ground, which also illuminated the face of the ink burning.
He stopped laughing, his expression was solemn and serious.
"Master, I know that you are good to me. I don't know if you will remember what I am saying after you return to your soul, but... No matter what, I want to tell you. From now on, you will be I am one of the most important people in the world. My disciple did many absurd things in the past. Although he has the best master in the world, he still harbors resentment. Now that I think about it, I just feel very regretful."
Chu nightning looked at him.
The ink burned: "Master is the best and best master, and disciple is the worst and worst disciple."
Chu nightning was originally a little uneasy in his heart, but when he heard that Mo Ran used his pitiful words to express himself, he tried his best, but he was still so clumsy.
After holding back for a while, I couldn't hold back, and finally smiled faintly.
"Oh." He nodded and repeated, "Master is the best and best master, and apprentice is the worst and worst apprentice. You finally have some self-knowledge."
Chu nightning has never been a greedy person. He gave others a lot, but he always asked for very little. Although he did not get the friendship of the ink, he could treat him as the most important person and the best teacher. That's not bad either.
He was an emotionally poor man, so poor, but he didn't want to beg.
Someone was willing to give him a small piece of warm biscuits to chew on.
He felt very happy, nibbling on the cake in small bites, he was very satisfied.
It was the stupid guy who burned the ink. He stared at this piece of soul and was amused by himself. The grass in his heart was flying, and he couldn't tell the joy. He said: "Master, you should laugh more, you can't laugh more than you laugh. Nice smile."
Chu nightning did not smile.
Self-esteem disease. He thinks "good-looking" is a compliment that those wild flowers and weeds should get coquettish, such as Rong Jiu and others, he doesn't want it.
But the ink burning that has no eyesight is still praising his good master: "Master, do you know, you laugh... uh... Only that word can describe..."
He was trying to figure out what words could describe the beautiful scenery he had just seen.
related to laughter.
The bangzi of the underworld rang three more times.
This person was so blessed that he blurted out: "Yes! Jiuquan with a smile!"
"… "
Chu nightning was really angry this time. He refused to pay attention to the ink burning again. He suddenly waved his sleeves, held up the soul-inducing lamp, and said sternly: "Mo Weiyu, you are still talking about spells? You If I say one more nonsense, I will go back to the four palaces on my own, which is better than returning to the world and listening to your nonsense all day long!"
The ink burned stunned.
Smiling Jiuquan... Did he use it wrong
With a particularly good-looking smile in the underworld, no, no problem...
After all, the dispute at the intersection was a bit public, and the ink burned and didn't know where he said the wrong thing, but since the master told him to shut up, he would shut up. Thinking like this, Mo Ran scratched his head and pulled Chu Wanning to a corner. At this time, the slow chant in his mind was getting louder and louder, and the ink burned and tried to ask guilty: "Master, are you ready?"
There was silence for a while, and there was the sound of the wooden fish. The guilty voice seemed to be in the ear, and it became extremely clear.
"It's coming."
The voice of guilt fell, and a little golden light drifted out from the second soul of Chu nightning. The soul standing in front of him became lighter and lighter as the golden light dissipated, and finally turned into ten thousand fireflies, Xinghe. Like all of them fell into the soul lamp.
The ink burned and heard the voice of the master's chanting, which came across the rushing water of the Yellow Spring, and across the quiet and peaceful Wangchuan reeds.
"When are you coming back... When are you coming back..."
All suffering is gradually washed to pale in this long Buddha sound that is almost sighing. The ink burns in the arms of the soul lamp, and only feels that the body is getting lighter and lighter and more and more nihilistic.
"Boom!"
A crisp wooden fish sounded.
Like a sharp blade, it suddenly shattered this vague chanting.
The ink burned and opened his eyes suddenly, as if he was awakened!
Everything in the ghost world dissipated, as if it was a big dream not long ago. He found himself lying on a bamboo raft, which was docked beside the Naihe Bridge on the top of the dead and life. Under the bamboo sheet, there was an endless stream of water surging, and the waves were splashing.
The sky is crab blue, but it has been dyed a little red. Bamboo leaves are flying on both sides of the river, and the thousands of leaves and thousands of sounds are fresh.
Dawn seems to be coming.
He blinked dazedly.
Suddenly, he found that the soul-inducing lamp in his arms was gone, and he was so shocked that he sat up abruptly.
"Master!"
"Don't shout."
Someone said lightly.
The ink burned and panted, like a person who had experienced a nightmare, turned his face pale, and saw the guilty man sitting on the shore, knocked on the wooden fish on the bluestone, and raised his eyelids.
"You shout, he can't hear you right now."
The soul-inducing lamp is placed on the side of the wooden fish, overflowing with color, golden light, and the power of Chu Wanning's soul is indescribably beautiful.
Guilty picked up the soul-inducing lamp, stood up from the rock, and nodded at Mo Ran: "Little donor Mo, you did a good job."
The ink burned and climbed up and jumped from the bamboo raft to the shore. Grabbing the guilt, he asked anxiously: "Master, let's go to the Shuangtian Temple to find the mortal body of the master? Hurry up, I'm afraid that the soul will be scattered again later."
Guilty couldn't help laughing: "How can it be so easy to disperse?" Then he said, "Don't worry, the poor monk has asked Xue Shizhu to talk to the head of your sect, and Chu nightning's mortal body should have been arrested at this moment. Move to the red lotus water pavilion, where the poor monk will retreat and cast spells, and the soul of your master will be reintroduced into the body."
The ink burned and said: "Then let's go, let's go!" Seeing the guilty smile, he hurriedly said: "The master is slow, not in a hurry, not in a hurry."
It was clear that his eyebrows were wrinkled, his feet moved forward subconsciously, and some wanted to reach out to pull the sleeves of his guilt.
Shaking his head with sin, he sighed and said with a smile, "It's useless for the little benefactor to be in a hurry."
The ink burned and waved again and again: "No hurry, no hurry, no hurry, safety is important."
"Yeah, it's important to be safe. The soul leaves the body and cannot be attached back to the body in an instant. Otherwise, it will go against the sky and it will be very easy for the soul to fly away. The poor monk naturally takes his time."
"Yes, yes, good, take your time." Mo Ran echoed, but still couldn't help it, hesitated and asked carefully, "How long will it take for the master to be resurrected?"
Guilt is calm: "Five years."
"So it turns out, five years is five... five years??!!"
The ink burned pale and felt that he was choked.
"Five years at the earliest."
Ink burning: "..."
The author has something to say: When Shizun officially wakes up, he will see Ink Burning 2.0~~ Come on! Ready for system upgrade!