But Chu nightning did not stop and did not look back.
He couldn't look back.
He gritted his teeth and endured, but the tears still fell.
Really so wronged.
But even if you are wronged, what can you do
excuse
Anger
It has come to this step, how can he still have the face to tell the truth about Mo Ran. Do you want him to explain it hard when the ink burns and hates him and mocks him? Or do you want to earn a "dove occupying a magpie's nest" after the "Dongshi effect frown"
he left.
That night, by the Naihe Bridge, by the Yellow Spring, the conversation between the master and the apprentice, I don't know if it was following the turbulent river, pouring down the mountains and rivers, pouring into the river, and pouring into the underworld.
And if the gentle and gentle young man, if Izumi knew it, and heard such a conversation, I don't know if he would feel sad and sad because of the discord like this.
Mo Ran stood alone on the beach for a while, he thought, this may be fate.
- Chu nightning doubted others, but alone did not doubt him.
Speaking of that day, it was also a coincidence. When Chu Wanning's Tianwen inspected the back mountain before, he encountered a little ghost and called it out to use it. Later, he didn't take it back, so it was wrapped around his waist.
The golden Tianwen is shining in the white clothes of Chu Wanning. This cane that can tell his truth and strangle the later Emperor Stepping Immortal has been shining brightly.
But Chu nightning did not take it down and did not try him.
The ink burned away from Tianwen, and he left slowly, walked to the depths of the rustling bamboo forest, walked to the darkest place, and finally was completely swallowed by the darkness.
From then on, he began to premeditately and secretly refine chess pieces, two, four, ten.
more and more.
He planted them all into the bodies of the disciples at the top of the dead and made them his ears, eyes, minions, and dark arrows.
After the initial joy, Mo Ran gradually became irritable and gloomy. He became more and more irritable, more and more irritable, and more and more dissatisfied.
too slow.
He thinks it's not enough.
He was afraid that Chu nightning would notice any movement, so he did not dare to consume all his strength to do Zhenlong chess like the first time. He only does one at a time, leaving half of his energy, and he no longer draws the sword, but finally puts away his claws, returns to Chu Wanning's seat, and practices with Chu Wanning.
He calculated, thinking that Chu nightning could help him improve his cultivation as quickly as possible, and lay the masonry for him to take the first step of the dead bones in the world. Why not do it
On this day, he practiced too hard and was exhausted. He accidentally lost control from the slender treetop and fell straight down.
In just a moment, Chu nightning passed by in white clothes, he hugged the ink, but he couldn't make a move to summon the enchantment, and the two fell under the tree together. Chu nightning was pressed by the ink, and the pain was sullen. The ink burned and opened his eyes, and saw that Chu nightning's hand was scratched, a bloody hole, and the flesh turned out.
The ink burned and stared at the opening, and his heart was actually cruel and excited. At that time, his mind had begun to distort, and he didn't feel much gratitude and guilt. He only felt that the blood was so beautiful. It's better to flow a little more.
But he knew that it was not the time, and he couldn't show the gloomy face under the hood at this moment, so he helped Chu Wanning wipe the wound and help Chu Wanning bandage.
Neither of the two said a word, each had their own thoughts, and the white gauze was wrapped around many times.
At the end, the ink burned meaningfully: "Master, thank you."
This sudden thank you made Chu nightning feel very surprised. He raised his eyes and looked at the face of the burning ink. The sun shone down, and according to the burning face, the brown was very light.
At that time, the ink burned was actually a little curious. What did Chu nightning think about this thank you
Finally the prodigal son back
Finally starting to ease
But Chu nightning didn't say anything, just lowered his eyelashes and put down his cuffs.
The wind is blowing and the sun is shining.
In the previous life, he could never see through his master, just as his master also misunderstood him.
Later, the mana of the ink burning became stronger and stronger. He had an amazing talent. The chess pieces that could be made by consuming half of his spiritual power changed from one, to two, and later to four.
But not enough.
What he wants is a million soldiers, who can win the top of life and death in one fell swoop, and step on the powerful force of Chu nightning.
The burning of the ink is not good. This person who is about to become the emperor of the immortal, holding the abacus, is playing the bead in front of the table.
When Xue Meng came to see him, he happened to bump into this scene, so he asked curiously, "Hey, what are you doing?"
"Accounting."
"What account?"
The ink burned for a while, his eyes were dark, and then he smiled: "Guess what."
"I can't guess." Xue Meng walked over, picked up the book in front of him and looked at it carefully, muttering while watching, "One...three hundred and sixty-five days...three hundred and sixty-five...four...three hundred and sixty-five days ...what's all this mess?"
The ink burned calmly and said: "I want to buy candy."
"sugar?"
"One of the best candies in Yueshengzhai costs a penny. If you save one copper plate every day, you can buy three hundred and sixty-five candies in three hundred and sixty-five days. If you can save four copper plates every day, It's just..." He lowered his head, snapped his fingers, couldn't count, shook his head again, and made an abacus, "It's a thousand..."
Xue Meng's mental arithmetic is faster than him, and he said neatly: "One thousand four hundred and sixty candies."
Mo Ran raised his head, was silent for a moment, and said: "You can count really fast."
Xue Meng was rarely praised by him, stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "That's not it, after all, I have helped my mother to call medicine since I was a child."
The ink burned for a while, and smiled: "The left and right are not clear, why don't you do it well, help me to calculate?"
After the teacher's death, Mo Ran has not been so calm for a long time. Xue Meng looked at him against the sun, with a little pity in his heart.
So he nodded, opened the chair, and sat down beside the ink.
"Come on, let's talk."
The ink burned warmly: "Ten sugars a day, how much can you save in a year?"
"Three thousand six hundred and fifty, this one doesn't need to be counted, it's too simple."
The ink burned and sighed and said: "Add some more, fifteen a day..." After thinking about it, I felt that making such a chess piece was beyond the limit, so I asked, "Twelve a day. How much?"
"Four thousand... four thousand three hundred and eighty."
"I want five thousand, how many days do I have to wait?"
"I have to..." Xue Meng scratched his head, thinking a little hard, so he asked, "What do you want so much sugar for? You can't eat it."
The ink burned down his eyes, covering the gloomy eyes, and said: "Next year, the top of life and death will be established for 30 years. I want to give everyone a piece of candy, and I must save it from today."
Xue Meng was stunned: "You have such a mind..."
"Well." Mo Ran smiled, "Surprise? You have a share too."
"I don't need it." Xue Meng waved his hand, "I don't want you to eat this candy, come on, I'll help you calculate it, and see how long it will take you to buy more than 5,000 candies."
As he said that, he took the abacus, and against the backdrop of the flowers and trees by the window, he helped Mo Ran earnestly. The ink burned on the side and looked at the cheeks, the eyes were shiny, and after a while, he chuckled and said, "Thank you."
Xue Meng snorted and was very focused, and did not pay much attention to him.
In his eyes, there were only those crackling black beads, one or two, like black chess pieces, piled up one by one, increasing little by little.
At that time, Xue Meng probably would never have thought that what he was counting was not sugar at all, but a human life, to overthrow the life of the dead.
He wouldn't know, probably because he was helping by the window, which vaguely touched the only remaining kindness in Mo Ran's heart.
So the 5,000 sunspots, the ink burned, took into account the old love, and finally did not share it with him.
"It takes so long?" Finally, looking at the number written by Xue Meng, Mo Ran shook his head, "It's been too long."
Xue Meng said: "How about I lend you some money?"
The ink burned and smiled: "No need."
After Xue Meng left, he thought again and again, turned over some scrolls, and gradually had a plan in his heart - and this plan became the prototype of the "Common Heart Array" created by Xianjun later.
That night, Mo burned ten pieces of chess pieces. Those pieces were all incomplete. They didn't use all their strength, and they couldn't control the living, or even the more powerful corpses.
Carrying these ten pieces, he went down the mountain to the town of impermanence, hummed a little song, and came to a place on the outskirts of the town:
Crane back to the slope.
People die riding cranes and return to the nine heavens. This is a beautiful and simple illusion of mortals. To put it bluntly, this hillside is a cemetery. Anyone who died in Wuchang Town was dragged to this hill for burial. This is the town where the bones are buried.
The ink burned without much delay. He walked between the rows of tombs, and his eyes scanned the words on the stone tablets. Soon, he stopped at a new tomb with bright writing and fresh fruit steamed buns in front of the tombstone. Raising his hand, he tightened his five fingers in the air, and the ground cracked open, revealing a crude coffin in the gravel.
Because of a certain experience as a child, Mo Ran was not afraid of dead corpses at all, and he had no reverence for dead corpses. He jumped off the raised mound, summoned Mo Dao, forced open the coffin nail, and then kicked the thin The cover kicked open.
The moonlight fell on the corpse's face. The ink burned his head and looked at the corpse lying inside to measure the quality of the pork.
It is an old thing, newly buried, wrapped in a shroud, with a shriveled face and sunken cheeks. Because the burial environment is not good, and there is no money for embalming, the coffin is filled with a strong stench, and some skin and flesh have begun to rot. , gave birth to maggots.
Mo Ran frowned, endured the stench, put on metal gloves neatly, grabbed the old man's neck, and lifted him out of the coffin. The old man's head fell stiffly, the ink burned his eyes and his eyes flashed, and the light flashed in his hand, which had already driven the precious black child into his chest.
"Good, good." Mo Ran seemed to touch the face of the dead person intimately, and suddenly slapped the corpse with a backhand, and smiled, "What are you doing listless? Stand straight, my precious little grandson. "
Although the crippled Heizi couldn't control the strong corpse, it was more than enough to control an old man with thin legs and hemp-like legs.
The corpse giggled, and a pair of tightly closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing eyes with gray shadows inside.
The ink burned and said: "Sign up."
"It's not my name."
"Where are you?"
"It's not up to me."
"Where is this evening?"
"It's up to me to age."
Mo Ran squinted his eyes and weighed the remaining nine leftovers in his hand. Sure enough... If you just control this level of corpse, you don't need to spend so much spiritual power to make such a pure sunspot.
He grinned, the pear vortex was deep, and a very handsome smile opened. Slowly, he asked the last question:
"What do you want?"
The old man said hoarsely: "Whatever you ask for, be a chess piece for the king, smash your body into pieces, and do whatever you want."
The ink burned and laughed. He was very satisfied with the result. He used the remaining chess pieces to make another nine corpses, all of which were fresh. , not being nibbled away.
These corpses, old, weak and sick, fell down as soon as the wind blew, and there was no power at all, but the ink burned at them, but there was a crazy and excited light in their eyes.
He took out ten small boxes from the Qiankun bag, opened one of them, and saw two blood-red little bugs curled up inside, male and female biting their tails, it was hard to tell apart.
"Okay, it's cool enough, it's enough to bother you two, and it's time for me to use it." Mo Ran said lazily, then fiddled with his fingers and pushed the two bugs away, He took out the male worm and said to the first old man who was made into a chess piece, "Dude, please, open your stinky mouth."
The old man opened his mouth obediently, revealing the rotten tongue inside, and the ink burned the male worm into his mouth and said, "Eat it."
No resistance, no hesitation.
The corpse obediently ate the Soul Eater into its stomach.
The ink burned like the method, fed all the male worms in the box into the mouths of these corpses, and then said: "Okay, lie back and rest."
On the second day, the ink burned another ten sunspots, which were also damaged and did not consume too much spiritual power. After finishing the practice, he cast all the remaining female soul eaters on the chess body, and then quietly penetrated into the bodies of some low-level disciples.
Those disciples just felt a little itchy behind the back at first, but there was no special feeling, and the ink was not in a hurry. He was waiting-
Wait for the female soul eater to lay eggs, and in the hearts of these disciples, leave larvae that echo those male worms.
In this way, the two unrelated chess pieces passed through the adult worm and the larva, and became a one-to-one corresponding child and mother puppet.
This is like flying a kite, those weak corpses become kite strings, one end is holding the ink to burn, and the other is holding the more powerful Zhenlong Heizi. The ink burn only needs to give the order to the corpse hiding the adult worm, wrapping another corpse corresponding to the young child, and it will make the exact same action.
It's a shared mind.
This trick was figured out by Mo Ran himself. Before him, those who could come into contact with the Zhenlong chess game were all great masters. Those people were not lacking in spiritual power at all, nor were they crazy enough to want to make tens of thousands, or even dozens of them. There are thousands of precious pieces, so they don't have to think about such opportunistic methods.
At that time, he was obsessed with sorcery, and he did not realize that he had done a terrible thing that no one in the world of self-cultivation had done for tens of thousands of years—
Turn a sorcery that can destroy the world and make it accessible to everyone.
Anyone can do it.
"elder brother!"
Suddenly, there was a loud shout in the ear.
The ink burned suddenly awake, and a bloody light flashed in front of him.
The phoenix evil spirit buried in the heart of Huangshan Mountain has turned into more vines than before, and smashed it swiftly. The phoenix is a beast of good flying, and its speed is extremely fast. Mouth, blood rushes in an instant.
Xue Meng was shocked: "How are you?!"
"Don't come here!" Mo Ran took a breath, his eyes were cold, staring at the tentacles on the ground, ready to rush up and make a second wave of blood vines, and sternly stopped Xue Meng, "Quick, go to the master. Side! Tell him, stop! Let everyone stop!"
The blood dripped down, and he held the heart and the chess piece tightly in his hand.
The mind was spinning rapidly, all thoughts flooded into my heart.
There is nothing wrong with this formation of common heart, and it is even better than his previous life. But no matter how it is improved, the principle is here, only if the parent body on one side is maintained, the child body on the other side can exert its power.
The ink burned with the precious chess, and the whole person was still trembling closely, not because of the pain in the shoulders, but because of the chill and fear that spread from the soles of the feet.
There is no doubt that someone has been born again.
So, the person who was reborn, did he know that he was also a ghost who was reborn? If you know, then...
The back was suddenly cold, and the ink burned suddenly desperate.
The pale face of Ta Xianjun seemed to appear in front of him, Jiu Hao's crown was rusted, his face was gloomy, and he grinned coldly.
He was high above, Zhi Yi sat slantingly on the dragon chair, he was cold and joking—
"Master Mo, escape, where can you escape to?"
The ghosts and shadows came up, and the tide was like a tide. They were all people he killed in his previous life, and it was a debt he owed in his previous life.
He saw the bloody teacher, saw the bloodless Chu Wanning, saw the hanged woman dragging three feet of white silk, and saw the man with the disembodied belly bleed all over the floor.
All come to ask him for his life.
"You can't escape sooner or later."
"Someone already knows what kind of filthy soul you have in your shell. You will never be born again."
The ink burned and closed his eyes.
If the person behind the scenes really knows that he is also reborn, and if that person reveals his past, then... what should he do
He didn't dare to think about it at all.
The author has something to say: boss: I like this, I can see you, but you can't see my feeling.
Dog: Who are you
boss: I'm a little blue dragon, little blue dragon, I have many little secrets, little secrets!
Dog: ... Get out!