Because of the words of the ink burning yesterday, Chu nightning felt extremely ashamed. After leaving the wonderful sound pool, he was unwilling to deal with the ink burning, and left without looking back.
People want faces, trees and skins, and he is so angry that this kind of bastard words, how can ink burning have the face to say... Does ink burning think that he will nod and agree
It's good to do this kind of thing, why bother to ask him!
On the second day, the elder who taught the history of scriptures fell ill, and Xue Zhengyi asked Chu Wanning to oversee the endorsement of the students. The history of scriptures was a big class with many disciples. He couldn't manage it alone, so he let the ink burn them. Also come to help out on inspections and answer questions.
There are four teachers and apprentices, and the number of teachers and Mo Ran is the busiest. The reason is very simple. The teacher is gentle and beautiful, and the ink is kind and heroic. , with picturesque features, fading away from the immaturity of his youth, he is completely a handsome man, with a good temper and a beautiful voice, both men and women are easy to have a good impression of him.
As for the burning of the ink, it was trapped in the group of female disciples and could not get out.
"Senior Brother Mo, Brother Mo, I don't understand this sentence, can you help me see it?"
"Senior Brother Mo, I don't understand the difference between these two spells. Can you teach me?"
"Brother Mo-"
After the ink burned to the ninth smiling little junior sister, why did the "Wantao Returning Wave Curse" work exactly the same as the creator's painting, Chu nightning finally couldn't bear it anymore, he frowned, coldly Faintly separated by a few rows of disciples, he glanced at Mo Ran.
The ink has been left aside by him since yesterday, and in fact, there is some grievance in my heart.
He was used to being rough in his past life, and he cherishes it in this life. So every step I take, I want to see if Chu nightning is not happy, and he doesn't know where he is doing wrong. Shouldn't he ask that sentence
Or the name is wrong. Instead of asking, "My good master, can I go in next time?" Instead, you should ask: "My good baby, can I go in next time?"
After suffering a cold reception for no reason, at this time, I suddenly noticed the eyes of Chu Wanning - even if he stared at him fiercely, the ink burned like a little cabbage that was watered with water, and he immediately came to the spirit and smiled at him.
"… "
This person did not understand where Yingying Yanyan got so many problems.
Don't they understand? If you really don’t understand, the originator of Wan Tao’s Returning Wave Curse is standing here, why don’t you come and ask Chu Wanning, and go around the bend to call their “Senior Brother Mo”
Chu nightning was displeased, but he didn't say it, just looked at the ink indifferently and silently.
Looking at it, the ink burned and felt that something was wrong. It happened that at this time, the tenth little sister was waving at him eagerly: "Brother Mo~"
"I'm sorry, I have something to do." Mo Ran smiled and pointed to Xue Meng, "Ask you Brother Xue."
After that, I went to Chu Wanning's side, leaving the little sister with a ball head showing a disappointed look, biting the pen and sighing "oh".
"Master, what's the matter? You don't seem very happy?"
Chu nightning pursed his lips, didn't say it directly, he pondered for a moment: "I'm a little tired, let Xue Meng go to inspect that circle, and you are here to help watch."
Mo Ran didn't doubt him, nodded, and dutifully followed Chu nightning and walked here. It's strange to say that when I walked beside Chu Wanning, I suddenly felt that there were a lot less people asking questions. Are the disciples in this piece smarter than those in that piece
I can't hear the annoying "Senior Brother Mo", or the more disturbing "Senior Brother Mo", Chu nightning's mood is finally better, but he is still expressionless, and he is reciting the scriptures in the crowd. The junior disciples were pacing and walking when they suddenly heard a conversation between the two younger disciples.
"Senior brother, brother, let me tell you, there are fox spirits in the wonderful sound pool."
"Ah? How do you say this?"
"Yesterday I took a bath in Meichi and was about to go back, but I heard a faint... er... kind of movement in the distance..."
The senior brother looked surprised, opened his mouth for a while, and hesitated, "Could it be that some of the same classmates acted recklessly?"
"Who is so courageous, it's impossible. Don't do this kind of thing in private, go to Wonderful Sound Pool, if Elder Yuheng or Elder Greedy Wolf sees it, your legs will be broken! It's absolutely impossible. Disciple in the door!"
"That's right."
"It must be the fox spirit who is picking up the yang and replenishing the yin. I'll call a few brothers and sisters tonight to see if I can catch the little fox. That's a credit, it's not good to let her go. To seduce our classmates, right?"
"It's true, but did you see who the same classmate she hooked up with yesterday?"
"... The Miaoyin pond is so foggy that you have to walk under their noses to see the facial features. I don't want to go. I'm still a boy. What if I get caught by that fox spirit and pull me and her to double repair." The little disciple was chattering, and suddenly he saw that his senior brother's face was not quite right. He stretched out his hand and swiped, "What's the matter? Suddenly this expression."
"… "
The little disciple finally felt the coolness behind him, turned his head faintly, and saw Elder Yuheng's unfathomable expression, standing behind him with an extremely cold aura, he was so frightened that he said "Oops" and hurriedly said, "Elder forgive me! "
"Memorizing the scriptures, reciting the scriptures, saying something sneaky, but also double cultivation." Chu nightning gloomy face, "You think it is quite beautiful. Read the book well, and then talk nonsense, punish." Yan Bi walked away.
I heard this conversation, and I wanted to laugh, but I didn't dare to laugh. My eyes chased the back of Chu nightning, thinking that this serious person would love himself? Why would you want to be with yourself...
He was warm and bitter in his chest, intertwined with sweetness and sourness. After the class was over, in the Qingshu Hall where he taught, he couldn't help hugging Chu Wanning, who was packing up the volumes, and hugged him in his arms. kissing.
Chu nightning was annoyed, knocked on his head with a bamboo slip, and said: "It's all a good idea you think, wonderful sound pool... Now, what am I?"
The ink burned and laughed, the tip of his nose rubbed against his ears, his voice was low and gentle, and he asked knowingly: "What is the master?"
Chu nightning didn't expect him to be so shameless, and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "You!"
The pear vortex was about to turn into honey, and the ink burned and kissed him again, smiling: "Those junior brothers are really stupid, fox spirit? Picking... What... Haha, picking yang and nourishing yin?"
"You said I killed you." Chu nightning almost put the bamboo slip in his mouth.
The ink burned and said with a smile: "Well... Can you choose the method of death? It is also a good thing to be picked to death by the fox of the wonderful sound pool..."
"Ink Rain!!"
Since then, Chu nightning has never been willing to go to the wonderful sound pool with the ink to bathe.
A few days later, Mrs. Wang called the ink to the front of the table, pulled him, and asked him one thing.
"Ran'er, when you wandered outside a few years ago, did you see a strange girl in Xuegu?"
"What girl? What kind of strange method?"
"She should be very pale, with no blood on her face, she likes to wear red clothes, always holds a basket in her arms, and will talk to passers-by in the snowy valley..."
The ink burned and smiled: "Oh, did the aunt say Xue Qianjin?"
Madam Wang was surprised at first, and then delighted: "You know Xue Qianjin? I thought you had never read about such a biased monster, and even wanted to describe it to you... I didn't expect..."
"Master's note is there, I just read it." Mo Ran said, "Aunt asked me what Xue Qianjin did?"
"That's right, Young Master Nangong came here a few days ago, and I gave him a pulse. I felt that the breath of flames in his body was not unstoppable, but the materials needed were extremely rare. Mrs. Wang sighed, "Young Master Nangong and Meng'er are about the same age. Now that the tiger has fallen into Pingyang, I can't bear it. I always want to help, but that Xue Qianjin is extremely rare. Twenty years ago, there were people in Xuegu." I have met her, and if you want to go back, it is the record of Kunlun's Snow Palace a hundred years ago, so I want to ask you and try your luck."
After Mo Ran listened to it, he was both happy and worried, because if Nangong Si was solvable by Yanyang, then he would be an ordinary person. Ye Wangxi was deeply in love with him, or he could become a good family.
The worry is that he has been in Xuegu for more than a year, and he has never seen the legendary Xue Qianjin. Mixed with joy and sorrow, he said to Mrs. Wang: "After the matter of Xu Shuanglin is settled, I will go to Xuegu in person. , look for it from the foot of the mountain to the dangerous peak, maybe you can get some clues."
After the ink burned, because I was happy in my heart, I immediately went to tell Nangong Si, Mrs. Wang said behind: "Hey, Ran'er, don't go so fast, I have already told Nangong son, you don't need to..."
But the ink burned did not hear it at all, and it was already far away.
He looked around and found that Nangong Si was at the Naihe Bridge on the top of the dead and was about to pass, but he saw a person walking on the other side of the bridge. When the ink burned, I found that it was Ye Wangxi, and when I moved in my heart, I didn't call Nangong Si again, but stood in the distance and looked at them from a distance.
Ye Wangxi is still very handsome, and it is difficult to see too many female features on her face. The mental skills she has practiced and the lessons she has received have made her very different from men. Nangong Si's secret love, she may have long forgotten that she is a daughter.
Nangong Si saw her coming, coughed lightly, and turned his eyes to the vast river again.
"Master called me?"
"...Ah..." Nangong Si looked a little embarrassed. He crossed his fingers and rested on the stone lion on Naihe Bridge, before he said "um" after a long while.
"Is there a problem?"
"Yeah, no." Nangong Si said, he didn't dare to look at Ye Wangxi at all, and his fingers rubbed the curled mane of the stone lion, "That's... just something, I want to give it to you."
Ye Wangxi said blankly, "What?"
Nangong Si lowered his head and slowly unfastened a pendant on his waist. On the other side that Ye Wangxi could not see, he awkwardly unwrapped it for a long time before finally untying it, and then handed it to Ye Wangxi. He coughed lightly: "Thank you for so many years... Forget it, I don't know what to say, I don't have any valuable ornaments now, only this is for you, it's been with me for many years, it's not the best jade, but …”
He didn't say any more, his eyelids drooped, his face a little red.
He never dared to look at Ye Wangxi. After a while, seeing that Ye Wangxi did not respond, he suddenly felt very frustrated, abrupt, and embarrassed. He hesitated to take the phoenix totem from Ye Wangxi's hand. He took the jade pendant back and muttered: "I, I know this is not good-looking, if you don't like it... just give it back to me, it doesn't matter, I, I won't mind... After the Confucianism Gate is reinvigorated, I will give it back to me. You look for the best piece, I..."
Ye Wangxi was stunned for a long time, and then smiled. There was a hint of a daughter's tenderness in her handsome eyes, which made the ends of her eyes seem to be dyed with a thin color of rouge that has never been seen before.
Her thin cocoons and scars are not as slender and beautiful as the boudoir woman's hand, holding the jade pendant, the wind is blowing, the bamboo leaves are bleak, Ye Wangxi said: "This is enough, son, thank you ."
Nangong Si's face turned even redder, and he said softly, "You, if you like it... Me too... Sigh... I don't know what to say."
Ink burning: "..."
He heard it in the bamboo forest and wanted to hold Nangong Si's head and hit the stone lion.
Does this person not do anything other than raise some little wolf dogs? Why did it go around for a long time, and it became "I don't know what to say?"
Nangong Si suddenly said something inexplicable: "Mrs. Wang told me that the violent spirit core in my body can be suppressed, and maybe it doesn't need the method of double cultivation to solve it."
Ye Wangxi was stunned for a moment, but then she seemed to have misunderstood the meaning. She gave a soft "um", lowered her eyelashes, and said nothing.
If there is no need for double cultivation, then Nangong Si can be with anyone, and she may no longer have any reason to stay by his side brazenly. She also has dignity and does not want to ask Nangong Si to love her and pity her. Nangong Si used this jade pendant to make a break, and he can leave a memory for himself in the future.
"You understand... um... do you understand what I mean?"
"… Um."
Nangong Si turned happy when she heard the words, but still stupidly: "Then, if you want... Actually... you can call me like a child in the future, I... I think that's pretty good... Oh, I'm sorry... I really don't. Know what to say... ugh..."
He sighed twice in a row, and in the end he couldn't take it anymore. He covered his eyes and sighed, "My God, what the hell am I talking about?"
This time, it was Ye Wangxi's turn to be at a loss. She raised her head blankly, and suddenly seemed to understand something. Her eyes widened slightly, and then a thin blood color appeared on her face.
Bamboo leaves were flying on the Naihe bridge, the hem of her clothes fluttered gently, the jade pendant was warm, and the bright red tassels fluttered between her fingers.
After a long while, Ye Wangxi hesitated, tentatively, and called out very softly: "A Si?"
In an instant, I don't know if it was an illusion, Nangong Si actually felt that her voice, which had been distorted by the Voice Change Curse and could no longer be recovered, was vaguely soft and soft in the vague wind.
He raised his head abruptly and looked at Ye Wangxi's face. The morning glow was like a brocade, reflecting her eyebrows and eyes. She showed a smile. She still had the familiar, upright and upright appearance, but in the slightly closed eyes, There were shreds of light flickering, she couldn't hold it back, and finally tears rolled down her face with a bright smile.
Nangong Si looked at her, looking at this face, a vague impression from her youth came back to her eyes like this.
It was a little girl, young and tender, with red cheeks, long eyelashes, and a very soft and sweet appearance.
At that time, Ye Wangxi had not yet been sent by Nangong Liu to the dark city to practice spiritual skills. She had just been picked up by Xu Shuanglin not long ago, and she followed Nangong Si all day to learn some basic spells.
That day, in order to train them, Nangong Liu asked them to go to the most simple illusion of Confucianism to try the sword together. The illusion was not difficult, but it was a bit terrifying. They were all ghosts who died in vain. whimper.
Nangong Si didn't intend to pay attention to Ye Wangxi at first, and just wanted to subdue the demons. Who knows when he was walking, he found that Ye Wangxi didn't keep up. A little girl, curled up in the ruined temple of the illusion, did not dare to move.
He glanced back at her, snorted, and was about to leave, when he suddenly saw a hanged ghost floating behind her, sticking out a bright red tongue to wrap her throat—
"what!"
The little girl realized that it was too late. She was so scared that she could only scream, but she couldn't do anything. She hugged the sword in her arms and turned her head away.
But nothing happened.
When she opened her eyes timidly, she found that Nangong Si was standing in front of her. The hanged ghost had been repelled by him with a sword, and was attached to the thunder and lightning talisman. Between the throbbing electric lights and sparks, he turned his head and lowered his head. Looking at her, she originally wanted to reprimand her, but the girl's expression was so pitiful, like a frightened cat, with her round eyes wide open, she couldn't hold back her tears.
Nangong Si was stunned for a while, before he said, "You, why are you so useless, you are even afraid of ghosts..."
"That's a ghost!" Ye Wangxi cried, "If I'm not even afraid of ghosts, what should I be afraid of?"
Nangong Si: "...Why are you girls so useless."
"Then I want to be useful too!" the beautiful little girl cried, her nose dripping from grievance, "I want to help anyone who wants to hold you back, but you are walking so fast, you don't even think about it. Wait for me... I... I'm just afraid of ghosts..."
"Uh… "
Nangong Si had no choice but to squat next to her, and she couldn't coax anyone, so she just stared at her crying, Ye Wangxi, who had not experienced the tempering of the dark city, was like the most ordinary girl, and her tears were pouring down Thumping straight down.
Crying and crying, choked: "What are you looking at?"
"... I'll see when you're done crying."
"… "
"When you finish crying, let's go together, who made you so weak." Nangong Si sighed, raised his hand, and flicked the little girl's fair forehead, "Follow me, I will protect you."
The clouds are steaming and the sky is full of golden light. At this time, recalling this past event, Nangong Si suddenly realized that in the illusion that day, he was the only time he lived to this day, the only time he saw Ye Wangxi as a girl, crying because of fear .
Later, she became iron, froze, and suppressed all her emotions under her pale face.
Depressed to the depths, not to mention Nangong Si, even she herself forgot what kind of person she was originally, she just remembered to follow the back of the young master of the Confucianism Sect in front of her, from child to teenager, until he became a son, and she spent Can no longer.
She was like this, without tears or dragging her feet, she followed him silently for 20 years.
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Seriously occ! ! ! Eat with caution! ! !
Ghosts of Illusions: Give me back~ My life~~~~
Nangong Si: Oh my god, there's a ghost, run away! ! ! (Instantly manage yourself to run far away, ride to the dust)
Ye Wangxi: …
Ghosts of Illusions: Give me back~~My life~~
Nangong Si: Look at the trick! ! ! Ancestral Secrets! Confucianism grabs the milk hand! !
Ye Wangxi: …
Ghost of the Illusion: Give me back~~~ my life~~~
Nangong Si: bu~~~
Ye Wangxi: What, what stinks so much
Nangong Si: It is my ancestral fart, which can ward off ghosts.
Ye Wangxi: …