The ink burned without speaking, and after a long while, the Adam's apple moved slightly.
It was almost as if he was in the torrent of desire, trying his best to cling to a driftwood that he would not allow himself to indulge in, stammering and thinking:
Respect and love him.
Respect is the respect of respect and love, and love is the love of respect and love. It cannot be desecrated, it cannot be hurt, it cannot add superfluous feelings, and it cannot do things that are as confusing and absurd as in the previous life and insulting the master.
The lava boiling heart repeated this sentence four or five times, and the ink burned barely stabilized the mind.
"Master, it turns out that you were inside... Why didn't you make a sound?"
"Just woke up." Chu nightning said dryly.
Dry is really dry, the throat is dry, and the desire is also dry. If you accidentally fall into a little spark, I am afraid that it will start a prairie fire.
Mo Ran was holding a five-layer bamboo food box in his hand, and it looked heavy. He wanted to put the food box on the table, but glanced at it, the table was full of files, drills, tenon and tenon nails, and a mess. drawings. No way, he had to hold the food box and walked to Chu Wanning's bed.
Chu nightning's getting up gas seems to be bigger than before. When he looks at him, he is obviously a little anxious, and frowns: "What are you doing?"
"Master got up late, there is nothing to eat in Meng Po Tang, I have nothing to do, and it's too early to do something to accompany Master."
As he spoke, he opened the food boxes and laid them out one by one. On the top was a plate of fried wild mushrooms, then a plate of tender rhombus lettuce, and at the bottom were silver silk rolls and candied lotus root with honey, and two bowls of warm and fullness at the bottom. of white rice, and a bowl of winter bamboo shoots and ham soup.
Two bowls of white rice…
Chu nightning is a little speechless. It turns out that he has such a large appetite in the ink burning heart
"The table is a little messy, did Shizun eat on the bed, or should I clean up the table and bring the dishes over?"
Of course, Chu nightning doesn't like to eat in bed, but at this time, his desire to lower body has not disappeared, and it is all covered by the quilt.
"There are so many things on the table, it will take a long time to clean up, so let's eat here."
The ink burned and nodded with a smile: "Okay."
I have to say that the craftsmanship of ink burning is very good. The dishes made five years ago are already very delicious, and five years later, it is even more difficult for ordinary chefs to compare. Moreover, this person is inexplicably very good at his taste, knowing that he does not like porridge so much in the morning, the fresh mushrooms are straw mushrooms, the silver silk rolls are not wrapped with bean paste, they are sweet potatoes, and the winter bamboo shoots are all tender tips , the ham is fat and thin and half-mixed, the color is like the red glow of the sky...
Mo Ran has never asked his taste, but everything is just right, as if they have lived together for many years.
Chu nightning eats comfortably, although the posture is calm, but the chopsticks have not stopped for a moment. When he finished the last mouthful of soup, he looked up and saw the ink burning sitting on the side of the bed, stepping on the wooden frame of the chair next to him. , with one hand on his cheek, he was looking at him with a smile that was not a smile.
"What's wrong?" Chu nightning subconsciously took out the handkerchief and wiped it, "Is there something on my mouth..."
"No." Mo Ran said, "I am happy to see that the master eats deliciously."
"..." Chu nightning was a little uncomfortable, and said lightly, "You are delicious, but you have more rice, and one bowl will be enough next time."
The ink burned seems to want to say something, but in the end, he still couldn't say anything, grinned, and smiled, revealing the neat teeth like a shell.
"Um."
What a fool, he is very cautious and careful when encountering major events, but he is lazy in life, and he didn't even see two pairs of chopsticks under the food box.
One person ate the amount of two people, and he even told him that the meal was a bit more, which was a bit supportive...
The more the ink burned, the more laughable it became. I couldn't help but gently hold the forehead with my hand, the eyelashes drooped and shuddered.
"What are you laughing at?"
"It's nothing, nothing." Mo Ran is afraid of hurting his face. He is the master's face more than anything else. Of course, he can't be embarrassed, so he changed the topic and said, "Master, I suddenly remembered something, I forgot yesterday. to tell you."
"What's up?"
"On my way back, I heard that Master Guilty left the day before you left the customs."
"Yes, Not Bad."
"So you didn't see him when you woke up?"
"No."
Mo Ran sighed and said: "Then this matter can't blame the master for being rude. I heard people talking about the master's ignorance of etiquette outside. The guilty master spent five years of hard work to restore the master's soul, but woke up with a Thank you for not being able to get it. But the master left first, so it's not like when the master wakes up, he will run to the outside of the Wubei Temple and kneel in gratitude. These tongue-tied people are really annoying. Now that I have asked clearly, I will Just let Uncle mention it at tomorrow morning's meeting—"
Chu nightning suddenly said: "No need."
"why?"
"... I and the master have already had a bad relationship." Chu nightning said, "Even if he is still there when I wake up, I will not thank him."
The ink burned for a while: "Why is this? I know that the master was expelled from the temple back then, and he has long since lost his master and apprentice bond with the master of sin, but he came to help when the master was in danger, not..."
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Chu nightning: "I can't tell you what happened with him, and I don't want to talk about it. If others say that I have no conscience and are cold-blooded, just let them go. It is clearly the truth. "
The ink burned in a hurry: "Why is it the truth? You are obviously - you are obviously not that kind of person!"
Chu night Ning suddenly raised his head, his face suddenly cold, it seems that the dragon was touched by the reverse scale, and the blood was like a note.
"Ink burning." He suddenly said, "How much do you know about my business?"
"I-"
He looked at Chu Wanning's bright eyes, where the frost was cold, and he couldn't let go of his guard. He was always in the city of Wanli.
For a moment, he suddenly wanted to recklessly say that I know, I know many things about you, I know all about you, even if some of your past, some of which I did not know, I am willing to listen, willing to be with you share together. You don't always keep everything in your heart, fall on overlapping locks, and build up layers of barriers, aren't you tired? Won't it be uncomfortable
But what does he have to say.
He is his apprentice, and he cannot be inferior or disobedient.
The ink burned and was finally speechless.
After a long silence, Chu nightning's body, which was tight like a bowstring, finally loosened up, he seemed a little tired, sighed, and said: "People are not sages, and they are even weaker in front of destiny, some things are not what they think. You can be left or right. Okay, don't mention it to me again about Master Guilty. You go out, I want to change."
"...Yes." Mo Ran lowered his head and silently packed the food box. When he walked to the door, he suddenly said, "Master, are you not angry with me?"
Chu nightning glared at him: "Why am I angry with you?"
The ink burned and smiled: "That's good, that's good. Can I still come tomorrow?"
"what ever."
After a pause, he suddenly thought of something, and added, "You don't need to tell me 'I'm in' in the future."
The ink burned for a moment: "Why?"
"You came in! Isn't this a nonsense?!" Chu nightning was angry again, I don't know if it was the inappropriate purity of the ink, or the face that was blushing when he was angry.
After the ink burned away in confusion, Chu nightning got out of bed, and he was too lazy to wear shoes. He walked to the bookcase with bare feet and took out a roll of bamboo slips. He unfolded the bamboo slip with a slam, stared at the words on it, his eyes were obscure, and he was speechless for a while.
This bamboo slip was placed beside his pillow when he left with guilt. Jane cast a secret spell, only Chu nightning can open it. The handwriting on the top is neat and tidy, and it reads "Chu Gongzi personally opened".
His teacher who taught him, called him Young Master Chu.
Really ridiculous.
The content of the letter is not long or short. It talks about some things that Chu nightning needs to pay attention to after waking up, and spends most of the page "requesting" him for one thing.
After the master of sin asked him to recover his energy, he must go to the Dragon Blood Mountain near the Wubei Temple to meet. The words in the text are sincere, saying that he is old and conscious that his time is short. Thinking of some past events, he feels tormented and guilty in his heart.
"Before the old monk passed away, I hope to have a chat with you. You still have an old disease, and I heard that you are affected by this old disease, and you have to retreat for ten days every seven years. The old monk feels ashamed. If you want to come to Longxue Mountain, you can do it. Arrangement to heal. However, the magic spell is very dangerous, you need to bring a disciple of both wood and fire to accompany Zhenling."
Old disease... Dragon Blood Mountain...
Chu night Ning Jian frowned, and his fingers almost fell into the palm of his hand.
How can it be cured? What was destroyed, what was lost, how could it be restored during the 164 days in Dragon Blood Mountain
Guilt is a natural ability, can you fill in the scars that are penetrating into the woods? !
He opened his eyes abruptly, the golden light in the palm of his hand, and the sturdy Xiang Fei bamboo slips shattered into powder in his fingers in an instant, and vanished into ashes.
He will never step into the Temple of No Mercy again in his life.
I will no longer call myself a master of guilt.
In the blink of an eye, Chu nightning has been out of the customs for four days. On this day, Xue Zhengyi called him to the Danxin Hall and handed him a letter of entrustment. Shaking it open, there are a few simple words in it.
Chu nightning raised his eyelids and said, "It's wrong."
"What?" Xue Zhengyi took the letter and read it again by himself, and said, "It's not wrong."
"..." Chu nightning narrowed his eyes, "It says, help the villagers in Yuliang Village to farm."
"can not you do it?"
"… "
Xue Zhengyi opened his eyes wide: "You really can't?!"
Chu nightning was a little embarrassed by his question, so he rushed to the crown: "It's not normal, what kind of exorcism and exorcism?"
Xue Zhengyi said: "It has been relatively peaceful recently, and there is really no place for evil. Oh anyway, Ran'er is going with you. It's a big deal, you sit and rest and let him do cool work. Young people, take some rice. Raising some corn is not a trivial matter.”
Chu nightning's dark eyebrows were very deep: "When did the top of death and life start to take such trivial matters?"
"...I have been picking it up all the time. The cat of the impermanent town king's grandma climbed down the tree and couldn't come down. It was all taken by the teacher. It was just that there were more difficult things in the past, and the simple ones didn't bother you." Xue Zhengyi said , "Didn't you just wake up recently? Originally, I wanted others to do it, but I think you shouldn't be idle."
"Then I don't... want to cut rice." Chu nightning turned his breath, but didn't say "I won't cut rice".
Xue Zhengyi said: "I said let Ran'er help you, you should go out to relax and walk."
"If I don't take up the task, I can't relax and walk?"
"That's true." Xue Zhengyi scratched his head, "but Yuliang Village is close to Caidie Town, the sky leak in that area is filled by Ran'er, after all, he is not as good as you, why don't you drop by to see what's there? areas that need reinforcement.”
He said this, Chu nightning finally felt that it was necessary to go, so he didn't say anything, took the letter of entrustment, and turned out of the Danxin Palace.
The author has something to say: Today is a small year, and I sent 100 Jinjiang coin red envelopes to the cool mushrooms who pressed their claws yesterday, which is not too much, everyone is happy, I used the function of batch red envelopes, I don’t know if there is any Jinjiang coin Missed, delayed, scratched my head~
There are still 2000 Jinjiang coins left, and Jinjiang will deduct 5% of the handling fee for each red envelope sent to readers, so I can only send 19 more. In order to give more friends, repeating the message is counted as one, come on, today The first nineteen are counted according to the head, while supplies last~~
Congratulations to all players, entering the new dungeon "You Can't Die, I Lose".
Gouzi and Shizun are about to start a dungeon with the lowest difficulty in history, and the female assist is about to be launched, giving the stupid dog the final blow, and speeding up his understanding of what love is, Nima! ! ! Stupid you forget it! ! !
Adhering to the principle that you can't kill you little goblins, I will perform a durian meal on the spot. In this dungeon, there are really no real cars, and fake cars are driving everywhere. I wish you all a good time watching fake cars~ Hahaha~