"Zhao Daochang, Li Daochang, have you all read the list? The dark horse that was killed at the Lingshan Conference this time is really amazing!"
In the Pearl Beach Teahouse, a few loose cultivators were holding a plate of peanuts and a pot of hot tea, and they were excitedly talking about the news that was hotter than this hot tea.
"Of course I've already watched it! The winner is actually the top of the dead, the sect of the lower world, but the old people in the upper world can be pissed off. Especially the Confucianism, oh, the coffin of their ancestors. I'm afraid I won't be able to hold back! Is the victorious little fairy named Xue Fenghuang?"
"Ah? Hahahaha, Xue Fenghuang? Lao Zhao, you really want to laugh at me, Fenghuang'er is his nickname, his surname is Xue, his name is Meng, his word is Ziming, his father is Xue Zhengyi. Dog, this Xue Ziming is very good!"
Sitting next to Huotangzi was a tall man in a cloak, drinking camellia tea to himself. Hearing them say that, the man suddenly made a low "Huh?", and the tea cup stopped by his lips and didn't move.
"It's said that he is the youngster of the phoenix, but this is not false. The other young masters have magical powers, but he is good. With a machete, he can cut off other people's retreat. It's a god."
"Then don't you look at who he's an apprentice? Late Ye Yuheng's disciples, can they be vegetarians?"
"But I think Xue Ziming won by a narrow margin. Haven't you heard that Xue Ziming and Nangong Si fought on the same level when the duo played against each other. If it wasn't for the girl that Nangong Si brought holding him back, hehe, want me Said, the outcome is not yet known.”
The man who had been listening to God listened to these words and finally put down the cup of tea that had not been drunk.
When he turned around, he saw that his eyes were as sharp as lightning, the autumn water was sinking into frost, and he had an excellent skin. He smiled at the cultivators and said, "Several fellow cultivators, you are disturbing me. I was cultivating in the mountains a few days ago, and I didn't know the sun and the moon, so I missed the Lingshan Conference. I got the leader... I'm a little curious, can I ask a few more questions?"
Those people were eager to have an audience, and they quickly greeted Mo Ran with enthusiasm and made a place for him to sit with them.
It is not rude to burn the ink, and he is much more stable now than when he first went down the mountain. He asked the proprietress of the teahouse to add six pots of Lingshan Miaoyu, and then sent candied dates, sour sticks, licorice cherries, snake galls and melon seeds to share with everyone. Then he said with a smile: "Xue Zi's pride of tomorrow, even if he doesn't have Shenwu. It's not too surprising to take the first place. It's just that I just heard from you that when the two faced each other, Nangong Si of the Confucianism Sect brought a girl...?"
This circle is full of men, always willing to talk more about the girl, even though the girl is not theirs.
"Isn't that right? It's really a burial of heroism in Beauty Township. Otherwise, with Nangong Si's magic, it's not certain whether Xue Ziming can gain the upper hand."
"It's kind of interesting." Unlike the previous results, Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si won the first place at the Lingshan Conference in the previous life. Mo Ran originally thought that the death of Chu nightning stimulated Xue Meng and made the little phoenix to start, but now it seems that the variables are not only in Xue Meng.
"I don't know what the identity of that girl is?"
"That girl's surname is Song, what's Tong's name... I don't remember, but it looks good. I think the mind of the son of the Confucianism Sect has been completely captured by her."
"It's more than beautiful, it's really beautiful. If I were Nangong Si, I would rather not be the number one in Lingshan, but also to make the beauty happy."
Ink burning: "..."
it is as expected.
The Lingshan Conference is divided into single-player competition, double-player competition, and group-kill elimination. The three rankings are neutralized, and the final leader is obtained.
In the previous life, Xue Meng and Shi Mei formed a double battle against Nangong Si and Ye Wangxi. And Ye Wangxi was later the most powerful person in the world except for Chu Wanning. The result of this game can be imagined. But I don't know what went wrong in this life, Nangong Si did not cooperate with Ye Wangxi, but took the woman Song Qiutong to hold her back...
The ink burned down the tea cup, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead.
I really don't know what that guy was thinking.
"Women, women, even Nangong Si's wild horse, wouldn't it be tidied up?" Someone sighed like this, and everyone else burst into laughter.
The ink burned and asked: "Where is Ye Wangxi?"
"what?"
The ink burned: "Ye forgets the past."
Seeing everyone at a loss, Mo Ran felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. That was the God of War who gave him a lot of hardship in his previous life... How could you not know.
So he gestured and said: "It's the other son of the Confucianism Sect. He has long legs, a tall man, has a good temper, doesn't like to talk much, uses a sword, and..." Seeing everyone's dull expressions, Mo Ran sighed, he already vaguely knew the result, but still finished the last few words.
"And a bow."
"do not know."
"Not famous, this man."
"Brother, who did you hear? At the Lingshan Conference, there were sixteen disciples from the Confucianism Sect, and none of them had the surname Ye."
Sure enough, in this life, Ye Wangxi did not participate in the war.
The ink burned for a moment of silence, thinking that Ye Wangxi in the restaurant said to Nangong Si: "You come back, I will go." He suddenly felt a little unbearable and a little uneasy.
This can't be true, can it
Ye Wangxi, did he really leave the Confucianism door
Thinking of his previous life, Ye Wangxi said to the executioner before his death that he wanted to be buried in the hero's tomb of the Confucianism Sect, together with the tomb of Nangong Si. The ink burned and couldn't stop sighing, how could things become like this? A little subtle change has actually expanded into infinite ripples.
Then the world was turned upside down, and the sea became a mulberry field.
It turned out that the changes of fate can be turbulent, and it is necessary to sacrifice hot blood and painful tears in order to exchange the prodigal son's return, and all the past grudges are relieved.
For example, he is in Chu nightning.
But the changes of fate can be silent, such as Ye Wangxi to Nangong Si.
Maybe it was just that in the inn that day, Nangong Si took Ye Wangxi and the others to settle down. Nangong Si was thirsty at night, got up and went downstairs to ask for a pot of tea, and happened to meet the pitiful Song Qiutong.
Maybe Song Qiutong poured him a glass of water, or maybe it was because her legs and feet were inconvenient and she accidentally fell when she went upstairs, who knows.
Maybe it was just that he drank water recklessly and dripped some water onto his broad chest. She cautiously handed him a handkerchief.
At that time, the clouds were light and the wind was light, so Nangong Si simply said thank you.
But none of them knew. In fact, they were involved in the business, and the Big Dipper was in rotation. Their lives were changed suddenly because of a handkerchief, a glass of water, and a thank you. It was just the parties involved, and no one heard the loud noise of fate:
Nangong Si yawned and went upstairs.
Song Qiutong looked at him slenderly.
And Ye Wangxi lit the candle in the room and read an unfinished book.
The ink burned in the past life did not know the heights of the sky and the earth, thinking that he had penetrated the sky and the earth, and had penetrated the reincarnation of life and death.
Now I know that they are all duckweeds in the world. The wind blows away overnight, and the rain falls overnight. A person on the shore throws a stone, and the blue soul can be smashed to pieces.
How lucky he is, he is far away, and he can return to Chu nightning.
I can still do my filial piety in front of the master, and I can say to Chu nightning: "I'm sorry, I let you down."
After drinking tea, say goodbye to everyone.
It's windy outside, and it's going to rain soon.
The ink burned on the cloak and walked into the deep forest of Zhen Zhen.
His figure became more and more distant, more and more empty, and gradually became a small dot in the twilight, like ink stains smeared in the ink-washing pool, and finally faded to invisible.
"Boom!"
There was a thunderstorm in the gloomy sky, purple lightning and blue light, and the showers came like a thousand troops.
"It's raining." Someone in the teahouse poked his head out to look at it, feeling that the thunder was astonishing, and shrank back again.
"It's raining so hard... It's really... No one can harvest the millet in the house. I'm afraid it will be damaged by soaking."
"Forget it, Madam Boss, have another pot of tea. When the weather is clear, go home."
The ink burned in the rain, ran in the rain, fled in the rain, and avoided the absurd thirty-two years in his previous life in the rain.
He didn't know if such a rainstorm could wash away his evil. Chu nightning forgave him, but he didn't. His mind was heavy, and he was about to be forced out of breath by himself.
He is willing to spend the rest of his life doing good deeds to repay.
But can the pouring rain for the rest of his life really wash away the sin in his bones and the filth in his blood
He wished he could let the rain fall for five years.
I just want to wait for Chu Wanning to wake up, stand in front of the master, and be a little bit cleaner, and then a little bit cleaner.
He didn't want to see the time when it would be as dirty as it is now, as dirty as sand, like dust, like the dirt on the soles of a porter's shoes, and the ashes in the seams of beggars' nails.
He just wants to do better and better before Chu Wanning wakes up.
In this way, the worst and worst disciple in the world may be able to call out the best and best master in the world with a little courage.
That night, Mo Ran fell ill.
His body has always been strong and sturdy. Once such a person gets sick, it is often like a landslide and out of control.
He lay on the bed and fell asleep under a thick blanket. At night, he dreamed of the things of his previous life, how he would torture Chu Wanning in his previous life, dreamed that Chu Wanning was struggling under him, and Chu Wanning died in his arms. He woke up from his sleep, and it was windy and rainy outside. He groped for the flint to light the candle, but no matter how much he hit, the flint would not light up.
He threw the fire knife and flint to the side in a self-defeating manner, buried his face in his palms and rubbed it fiercely.
He escaped death, he escaped condemnation, but in the end he could not escape his own heart.
He is very afraid, sometimes he can't distinguish between dreams and reality, and sometimes he will constantly confirm whether he is awake or asleep.
He was in great pain, and felt that his soul was split in two, the past life and the present life, these two souls were biting each other, one scolded the other for why his hands were bloody and mad, and the other was not to be outdone, and asked the other why. Like no one else, there is still a face to live in this world.
The soul of this life is angrily rebuking the soul of the previous life:
Mo Weiyu, Stepping Xianjun, you are not a thing, why did you commit such a crime! How do you make me pay back in my life!
I want to start all over again, why are you entangled, in a dream, drunk, in a dim light, jumping out and cursing me with a twisted face every time I am caught off guard
Curse me that I will never die, and that the wicked will have wicked retribution.
You curse that all this is a dream, one day it will shatter again, you curse that I will wake up one day and find myself still lying in the Wushan Temple, and you laugh wildly and say that I have no one to love me in my life.
The only person who is willing to die for me is that I killed him.
But is that person me? !
No, it's not me, it's you, Ta Xianjun! It's your ink rain! !
I'm not like you, I'm not like you...
There's no blood on my hands, I—
I can start over.
The other half of the soul is also hissing and whistling, it opens its sharp mouth, and its face is distorted:
Aren't you apologetic
Didn't you do something wrong
Then why don't you die? Why don't you use your blood to pay homage to those who have been harmed by you for no reason in your previous life
brute! hypocritical!
How are you different from me? I'm Mo Weiyu, aren't you? You carry the sins of the past life, you carry the memory of the past life, you can never get rid of me, I am you, my nightmare is your inner demon, and it is the gods and Buddhas who question your disgusting soul.
Start over
Why? What face do you have, what qualifications do you have to start over? You keep the world in the dark, and you keep the people who love you in the dark.
You do good deeds just to wipe out that little bit of miserable guilt in your heart! what! Ink rain! Do you dare to let them know what kind of person you were in your past life
You dare to let Chu nightning know that in the past life, it was you! The knife was stabbed in his neck, causing his blood to drain, life is better than death! It's you! Let the world famine and grieve everywhere!
It is you.
Hahahaha, evil beast, I am you, you are also me, you can't escape, I am you, Mo Weiyu, do you dare to say no
The ink burned was almost crazy, and he went to the edge of the bed to touch the fire knife and flint. He wanted to try to light the candle and disperse the dark night with his fingers and claws.
But he didn't even want the candle, and the candle didn't bother to save him.
He was left in the dark, his trembling hand rubbed the flint, and there was nothing, nothing.
He finally collapsed on the bed and cried. He kept apologizing. In the night, his bed seemed to be surrounded by people. The moving figures were cursing him, demanding his life, and telling him that he was evil in the world, and the ink burned. What should I do, he suddenly became very helpless, he could only keep saying: "I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." But no one paid him any attention.
No one forgives him.
His forehead was hot and his heart was on fire.
Suddenly, he seemed to hear someone sighing softly.
In the midst of the charm, he opened his eyes, and he saw that Chu nightning was coming. Chu nightning was still the same as before, with white clothes on the ground, wide sleeves and wide robes, and his eyebrows were as tall as before.
He came over and walked over to his bed.
The ink burned and choked: "Master... Am I... I don't deserve to see you again..."
Chu nightning did not speak, but just picked up the fire knife and flint, burned the candle that had never been lit, and slowly lit it.
Where there is a Master, there is fire.
There is light in the place where Chu Wanning is.
He stood in front of the candlestick, with long eyelashes hanging down, he raised his eyes, watched the ink burn quietly, and then smiled quietly, with a very shallow smile.
He said: "Go to sleep, the ink is burning, you see, the light is on. Don't be afraid."
The burning heart seemed to be hit by something blunt and heavy. He felt that his head was so painful that he was about to split. He felt that this sentence was very familiar, and it seemed that he had heard it before.
But he couldn't remember.
Chu night Ning opened his sleeves and sat on the edge of his bed. The cold rain falls into Wu at night, but the house is warm. The night is gone.
Chu nightning said: "I am with you."
Hearing this sentence, his heart was astringent and painful, almost twisted into a ball.
"Master, don't go." He took the hand of Chu night Ning Kuanxiu.
"it is good."
"You're gone, it's getting dark."
The ink burned and cried, he felt a little embarrassed, raised his other hand and covered his eyes, "Please, don't leave me... I beg you... I really... I really don't want to be an emperor anymore, Master... you don't want me... "
"Ink burns..."
"Please." Maybe it was because the heat made his brain a little dizzy, making him extra vulnerable. Or maybe he faintly knew in his heart that this was actually a dream of his own, knowing that when he woke up, Chu night would disappear, so he kept muttering, "Please, don't want me."
That night, the iron horse glacier outside the window, and countless resentful spirits knocked on the window, as if they were about to enter the house and claim his life.
But in the dream of burning ink, Chu nightning lit the lamp, and the little faint light dispelled the boundless chill. Chu nightning said: "Okay, I won't go."
"Don't go?"
"Don't go."
The ink burned to say thank you, but there was a whimper in the throat. When the dogs wanted to be careful to please, they brought some grievances.
"You all said you wouldn't leave, you said you wouldn't leave me." When he was about to fall into a dream, Mo Ran half-opened his eyes, and suddenly murmured, "But in the end, don't want me. No one cares about me, I I've been an abandoned dog for half my life... Everyone adopts me for a few days, and then abandons me... I'm so tired... Really... Master... I'm so tired, I can't take it anymore, I can't walk... "
It's like a homeless stray dog with dirty fur and broken claws. In order to survive, he has to compete with beggars and wild cats for food.
He has been bullied for a long time, and he doesn't trust anyone. When he sees someone squatting down on him, the domestic dog may think that it is to feed him, but the abandoned dog will only think that others are going to throw stones at him. He was in a hurry, walking in a hurry, walking, grinning at everyone, it was his life.
"Master, if one day, you don't want me anymore, just kill me, don't throw me away."
He choked and said softly.
"The feeling of being abandoned again and again is too uncomfortable, I would rather die..."
He was really burnt out.
In the end, he didn't even know where he was, and he gradually couldn't remember who the person who appeared in the dream was.
"Auntie." Before he fell asleep, he said one last sentence, "It's getting dark, I'm so afraid... I want to go home..."
The author has something to say:
The title is taken from Du Fu's "The old man entered my dream, and it is clear that I remember how I look. You are in the net now, why do you have wings?" It is a misunderstanding and is hereby noted.