He seemed to be holding a hot potato, not knowing what to do. Seeing more and more people looking at him, the tips of his ears turned red in embarrassment. At this moment, a hand stretched out and took the child from his arms. Chu nightning breathed a sigh of relief and turned back: "Ink burning?"
"Well." Mo Ran put the child in the bend of one arm, held it in his arms, and freed the other hand, rubbed the hair of Chu Wanning, his face was calm, and he saw the miserable scene of Linyi, There was a hint of depression between the eyebrows, but when he looked at Chu Wanning, he wanted to raise the corner of his mouth, not to make his expression look too ugly.
He is not as handsome as other times when he wants to smile or not, but inexplicably makes people feel very warm.
"Have you spoken to the people on the island?"
"Well, it's settled."
"I am afraid that the fire in Linyi will not be extinguished in four or five days. Before that, we all have to stay on Feihua Island. There are not many houses on this island. We have brought so many people..."
"I asked the village chief and said that if you squeeze it, you can still live there."
It's not wrong to ask Mo Ran to negotiate this kind of issue. He knows better how to communicate with people, what he looks like... Thinking about the way in which the girls in the village looked at him when he helped harvest rice before, he knew that he was more pleasing than himself. many.
Chu nightning thought silently for a while, and he didn't know what it was like. He nodded and said: "It's hard for you."
"Don't tell me it's hard work." Mo Ran glanced at the candy in his hand, knowing it in his heart, turned his head and smiled and coaxed the child who was still in his arms, "What about you, why did you cry?"
"I want my mother... I want my father..."
The ink burned to see that he was still so young, and he was still staggering when walking, but his father and mother died in the sea of fire and could never come back. He couldn't help but rubbed his forehead on his face, and said in a low voice: "Father and mother...something , it will take some time before I can come to accompany you. You have to be good, they will be happy to see you... "
He hugged and coaxed for a while, and the child gradually became more stable. Although he was still sobbing, he didn't stop shouting and crying.
Mo Ran looked down at the child whose eyelashes were in tears, while Chu nightning was holding candy and quietly stood beside him and looked at him.
This man's profile is very good-looking, with tough and crisp lines. If it is placed in an ink-wash seal, it will be like a tendon and a bone. The writing is vigorous and powerful, and the writing is tall and straight, and it is easy to show a handsome face.
His edges and corners are very tough, but his eyelashes and eyes are soft, like spring leaves stretching.
Chu nightning was a little ecstatic.
So when the ink burned his head and bit the candy at his fingertips, Chu nightning suddenly closed his hands, widened his eyes in shock, and asked, "What are you doing?"
The glutinous rice candy is so small, the man's head is close and he quickly takes it away. Naturally, his lips will touch the tips of his fingers, and even the warm and moist tongue tips accidentally lick his fingertips. Chu nightning only feels numb all over, That quick and tiny intimate contact was enough to make his spine tickled, like a sprout breaking a seed, pushing up the silent soil and pushing the stuffy soil to softness...
The ink burned with candy, smiled at him, and turned to wink at the child.
He raised his head, rolled the candy into his mouth, rolled his Adam's apple, and said to the child, "Look, it's not some terrible medicine, it's sugar."
Chu nightning: "..."
He was just wandering, and he didn't pay attention to what the kid and Mo Ran were talking about.
At this time, he turned his eyes on the child again. The child was timid, but stared at the ink for a while, and whispered in surprise for a long time: "Ah, it's really sugar..."
"Yeah." Mo Ran said with a smile, "This fairy elder brother is so good, why would he catch you to alchemy?"
Chu nightning again: "..."
Because there were too many things that happened the night before, and it was too scary, the ink burned and was not sleepy. After settling the rescued men, women and children, the sky was bright, and he walked to the beach on Feihua Island alone. The coastline would recede far, revealing tidal flats that were not visible at high tides.
When he was alone, the important things came up and caught in his eyes, becoming a lingering haze.
He took off his shoes and walked slowly along the wet coastline, his footprints stepping on the wet sand, leaving two twisted marks behind him.
In fact, about Xu Shuanglin, there were still many things he didn't understand, such as why it was so cold, but that guy didn't like to wear shoes, and was always willing to walk around barefoot.
Mo Ran is a person who hides a lot of the past and is never treated well.
Perhaps because of this, he could clearly understand that Xu Shuanglin would spare no effort to destroy the Confucianism Sect, to destroy the Jiangdong Hall, and even to disturb the mentality of the entire upper cultivation world.
Being suppressed and excluded is not the most painful thing.
The most painful thing is being betrayed by someone close to me, and the most painful thing is that I didn’t do anything wrong. Mingming once had a passion and wanted to work hard to become a master of the generation, but he was in the most important “Lingshan Conference” in the world of self-cultivation. He was accused by thousands of people, saying that the unique spell he created with all his efforts was to steal his brother...
Being ridiculed and staring at him, he will never turn around.
Mo Ran knows that after this catastrophe has passed, the comprehension world will face a reshuffle this time. For those sects who have been traumatized in both face and body, they will think: Xu Shuanglin is really a lunatic.
Perhaps only Mo Weiyu, who had also grinded his teeth and sucked blood and killed people like numbness, could not help but think while walking quietly on this long and quiet coastline.
Xu Shuanglin, what kind of person is he
This lunatic, when he was young, did he also have high spirits, practiced swordsmanship in the orange forest, and returned tired and satisfied after nightfall, carrying a fresh and sweet orange he picked in his sleeve and brought it to himself. A brother who is always lazy to eat
At that time, he didn't know that although his brother had accomplished nothing, he could use his three-inch tongue to make himself nowhere to stand in the world of self-cultivation.
Has this lunatic also buried his head in the spell scroll, thought hard, dipped his pen and ink seriously, wrote down a slightly green view, and then was dissatisfied, bit the pen, and fell into deep thought again
At that time, he didn't know, in fact, no matter how hard he tried, in the end, he was stigmatized and hopeless.
The ink burned and closed his eyes, the sea breeze blew his face, and the sun fell on his eyelashes, plated with a layer of gold.
He thought of Sanshengbeiyuan, drank the Mengpo water, and forgot about the Three Lives matter. Did Xu Shuanglin choose this name for the place where he lived, just casually
There is also the previous life, the Xu Shuanglin in the previous life was dormant in the Confucianism door, and it should be the same purpose as this life, but that time, he died in the war for Ye Wangxi...
Ye forgets the past.
This name was also given to her by Xu Shuanglin.
Forgot what
Did he ever try to forget those unjust and unfair years, the hatred and glory of the past, and the ugly faces
There is also the corpse of Luo Fenghua that Xu Shuanglin tried so hard to drag out of the endless hell.
What does he want this corpse for
In the illusion, Xu Shuanglin told Nangong Liu that the curse on the ring could be completely broken only by obtaining the spirit core of the curser, but judging from the final result, Xu Shuanglin's real purpose was definitely not to help Nangong Liu unravel the curse.
Space cracks, rare chess game, the art of rebirth...
And the last hand that came out of the crack.
The ink burned faintly felt that something was wrong, he frowned, thinking.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes suddenly.
He thought of one thing—
Back then, when Lao Long Wangyue died by the Jincheng Pond, he once said: "That mysterious man, with the power of picking a heart willow, practiced two secret techniques in Jincheng Pond, one is the rebirth technique, and the other is the Zhenlong chess game."
At that time it did not mention the "gate of life and death in time and space".
That is to say, for Xu Shuanglin, all he cares about are the two spells of rebirth and Zhenlong, and Zhenlong needless to say, it is for the convenience of doing things and manipulating chess pieces.
What about rebirth
Who does he want to be reborn
The ink burned for a while and felt that there were two answers, one was Rong Yan and the other was Luo Fenghua.
Listening to the meaning of Xu Shuanglin's words, the person Rong Yan once loved was actually him. Because of some variables, she finally broke off with Xu Shuanglin and married his brother instead.
But after careful inference, I feel that it should not be her.
If Xu Shuanglin really loves Rong Yan, and loves her to the point of trying to bring her back to life, why did she kill her only son in her last life
More importantly, this guy had been dormant beside Nangong Liu as "Elder Frostwood" for a long time. If he was using the rebirth technique to bring Rong Yan back to life, why didn't he just stop her when he was at Jin Chengchi? to be sacrificed
Not Rong Yan.
The ink burned and turned his head, looking at the sea that was dyed red by the rising sun. The shredding waves continued to spread and surge. The tide was rising with the sun rising in the east, and rising back at a speed visible to the naked eye. The sky and the earth were brilliant.
It is Luo Fenghua.
The ink burns can almost be convinced that the person Nangong Xu wants to resurrect is Luo Fenghua.
The matter of Confucianism is far from being as simple as it appears on the surface. Just like the ebb and flow of the sea, those broken shells, and the dangerously colorful starfish are all covered by the rolling waves at dawn.
The sea water rose quickly, and the fine sand and gravel were washed by the waves and spread to the beach where he was walking.
The steps suddenly became cold, and the ink burned down and lowered his head, and the waves were already surging up, slapping his instep.
"Wow—"
He moved his smooth toes and felt a little cold. He wanted to go back to the beach to put on shoes, but when he turned around, he saw Chu Wanning walking towards him from the red clouds in the sky, with a light expression, holding the quilt with one hand. The shoes and socks he threw in the sand at random, handed them to him.
"Why are you barefoot, it's such a cold day."
The ink burned with him to the heights of the sand slope, sat down on the shore of a rocky beach with boulders, shook off the mud and sand on his feet, and put on his shoes again. He suddenly felt a little relieved, although he was destined to not get the kind of love he wanted in Chu Wanning in his life, but Chu Wanning was still the best teacher in the world, and would care about him and take care of him.
Seeing him walking around with bare feet would worry him catching a cold.
"What do you think about the Confucian style door?"
"not that simple."
"I think so too." Chu nightning's brows have hardly stretched since last night. Even if there is a short period of peace and tranquility at the moment, his eyebrows are still dyed with depression. He watched the ink burn and put on shoes and socks. , and then turned his eyes to the vast sea again.
The rising sun rising from the sea level burned a gorgeous golden red, and it was intertwined with the unextinguished fire in Linyi far away, and it was indistinguishable from each other.
"Where Xu Shuanglin was pulled by the space crack, it is really difficult to find out." Chu nightning said, "If he does not want to be discovered and disappears, I am afraid that no one can catch him in ten or eight years."
The ink burned but shook his head and said: "He can't bear for ten or eight years. After his energy is restored, there should be some movement."
"How to say?"
The ink burned his guess and told Chu nightning again, and said: "Luo Fenghua's body is not the real body, it is a 'prosthetic limb' rebuilt in the endless purgatory, leaving the ghost world, lacking yin to support, very It's going to fester and rot. So I guess at most a year, even if he's not fully prepared, there will be new movements."
Chu nightning did not make a sound.
When he does things or thinks, he is always cautious. For such uncertain things, he will not make bold assumptions like Mo Ran. But it's okay to listen to the assumption of ink burning.
"What about that hand?" Chu nightning asked, "What do you think about the hand that took Nangong Xu away at the end?"
"..." Mo Ran shook his head, "The first forbidden technique, I know too little, it's hard to say, I don't know."
This sentence is not true, although Mo Ran doesn't want to lie to Chu nightning anymore, but there are some things that he can't speak to Chu nightning.
He dared not speak.
Really, from the moment he can remember, he has had very few stable days, and the two lifetimes together may not exceed one year.
A man who had been homeless for decades suddenly asked him to sit down, gave him a pot of hot tea and a bonfire, how could he be willing to get up and leave again, how could he be willing to break this good dream with his own hands.
So he can only say, don't know.
But he was restless in his heart, and he was almost certain that the owner of that hand would not be so simple. Otherwise, why didn't Xu Shuanglin in his previous life do things so quickly to collect the five major spiritual bodies and slaughter them wantonly? If it wasn't for someone who came back from reincarnation who instructed him, bewitched him, and proceeded as normal, Xu Shuanglin probably hadn't figured out how to revive Luo Fenghua at this time...
What's more, when Jin Chengchi and Xu Shuanglin controlled Baizi once said to Chu nightning: "If you think that there is only one person in the world who knows the three forbidden techniques, then you may not live for too long."
Mo Ran felt that Xu Shuanglin must know that some people who should not have lived in this world came to this world. But at the same time, he felt that although Xu Shuanglin knew that there were rebirths, he did not know that he was also reborn.
Otherwise, when the Confucianism sect was in a big fight, why didn't he directly expose his old bottom? His memory scroll, as long as he obtains some memories of burning ink, and puts it in the fire, no matter how good Chu nightning treats himself, I am afraid that he will not want this apprentice again. Then everything is over, and he Mo Weiyu will never turn over.
Why didn't Xu Shuanglin do this
Two possibilities:
First, he couldn't do it for some reason.
The second is that he doesn't know his hole cards yet.
But no matter what the situation is, Mo Ran is very passive at the moment, and there are too few clues in his hands. If the other party is careful and no longer reveals any clues, then he may only be able to stand in the bright place and wait, waiting for that one The knife that glowed with cold light stabbed him in the back at any time.
The ink burned his lips, and the thick eyelashes fell, shaking gently.
He can't handle that much anymore. In his last life, he lived in hatred, selfishness, and he did all kinds of crazy things. In this life, no matter what the outcome is, he wants to try his best to live every day, try his best to make up for those who owe him, try his best to protect the master, teacher, Xue Meng, and protect the top of life and death.
Do your best to keep this moment of warmth that you could never ask for.
Just as I was in a trance, suddenly fishermen hurried over and shouted to the ink burning them: "It's not good, two immortals, something happened!"
The ink burned, his arm was propped on the ground, he immediately jumped up, and asked: "What's wrong?"
"The owner of the big family on the island went to sea a few days ago and just came back this morning. She, she heard the village chief's story and was very dissatisfied with the village chief's handling. In the vacated room. Now she's driven everyone out, and the people you brought are all standing outside."
The fisherman has a good heart, and his eyes are a little wet as he talks.
"It's so pitiful, in such a cold weather, he doesn't even want to give him a piece of clothing or a quilt... The owner of the big household said..."
Chu nightning also stood up, with a gloomy face: "What else did she say?"
"She also said... The people who came from Linyi just now ate the dry food from Feihua Island and drank the water from Feihua Island, and wanted... to settle the money with them. If they didn't pay, then... they would be arrested and they would all be slaves... Stay on the island and call..."
Before he finished speaking, Chu nightning was already furious, and the moon-white robe flew over and rushed towards the village in the heart of the island.
The author has something to say:
Chatting with my friend today, she complained about the text name, so the small theater contributed her modified colorful text name:
"The Emperor's Family Has a Little Tough Wife"
"The Domineering Wife"
"Cold Lovely Wife: Master, Where to Run! 》
After reading it, I feel that the whole world is Mary Sue's colorful clouds floating 23333333
Then I will also contribute a bit of the modified title of "Zhiyin"~
"After getting married, I found out that my husband actually loves a man - The Secret Story of Queen Song's Blood and Tears"
"The wrong payment of a true love, the sweetheart parted with him for life and death"
"Infatuated man, why are you willing to chase water for falling flowers? 》
"Good Taoist, how do you know that the kind-hearted brother who washes your clothes is actually a black-hearted wolf! 》