The ink burned to open the door.
Not fully open, it was a narrow gap. He saw Xue Meng bathed in the sun, followed by a teacher in a green shirt.
Xue Meng said: "We brought you some wound medicine... What are you doing? The door is opened to let us in."
The ink burned for a moment and released the hand holding the door frame. The two entered the house, Xue Meng went to the window, probed out and looked at the Xizixiaguang outside, then retracted and said: "Your house has a good view, and there are just a few big camphor trees outside my room, all blocking it. I can't see anything."
The ink burned absent-mindedly: "If you like it, I will change it with you."
"No, everything is put down, and I will say something casually." Xue Meng waved his hand and walked to the table a few times, "Let the teacher give you medicine, the wound on your shoulder was cut by the vine, no It's time to deal with the suppuration."
The ink burning dark brown eyes looked at Xue Meng - if Xue Meng knew what happened in the past life and what kind of soul was hidden under his cousin's shell, would he still smile at him and give him medicine? …
Xue Meng was stared at by him and asked: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"
Mo Ran shook his head, sat down at the table, and lowered his eyes.
The teacher stood aside and said to him: "Take off the shirt, I will show you the wound."
The ink burned in the heart, and he didn't think much about it. He raised his hand to untie the shirt and said, "Trouble you."
The teacher shook his head and sighed: "You, I don't know how to pay more attention. Follow the master, the good ones don't learn the bad ones, and if there is any danger, they will run at the front, and in the end they will always be injured. , it makes people feel uncomfortable.”
While he was talking, he took out the contents of the medicine box, wiped the sore for the ink, applied medicine, and wrapped it in gauze.
After doing all this, the teacher said: "Don't enter the water recently, and don't make too much movement. The vines are poisonous, and the wound is not easy to heal. Also, stretch out your hand, and I will diagnose a pulse."
The ink burned and stretched his arm to him.
The ten fingers of the teacher were slender and white as nephrite, and they took a while at the pulse gate, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes.
The look was fleeting, but was accidentally seen by the ink burning: "What's wrong?"
The teacher came back to his senses and said, "Nothing."
"Is the poisoning serious?"
The teacher shook his head, hesitated for a while, and smiled at him lightly: "It's just a little bit, remember to cultivate more, otherwise it will leave troubles."
He said, lowered his head to pack the medicine box, and said, "I still have some medicines for wounds to sort out. Let's go first, let's talk."
The door closed behind him.
Xue Meng looked at the place where he disappeared and frowned slightly: "Why do I feel that he is not in a good mood recently, it's weird, like he has something on his mind."
Mo Ran was not in a good mood, and said: "Probably after the pulse diagnosis, I found that my deadline is approaching, and grieve for me?"
"Bah, bah, crow mouth." Xue Meng glared at him, "How can you curse yourself like this? Besides, I'm serious with you, the teacher is always very low these days."
The ink burned a little bit, and he stopped the movement of his hand and asked: "Is there?"
"Yes." Xue Meng said with certainty, "I told you that he was in a daze several times before. I called him two or three times before he responded. Do you think he will be... "
"What is it?"
"In love with someone?"
Ink burning: "..."
Does the teacher like someone? If Xue Meng told him like this eight years ago, he was afraid that he would be able to turn over the vinegar jar and jump up and curse. But at this moment, I only feel a little surprised, and I want to find some clues, but I find that I have paid too little attention to the teacher over the years, and there is no trace.
"Don't ask me, anyway, it's not me who likes it." Mo Ran said, pulling up his open clothes and putting on his clothes, "Not to mention other people's feelings, you always care about what to do. ."
Xue Meng was a little embarrassed, and coughed with a blushing face: "Where am I! I just said it casually!"
He stared fiercely at the ink burning, staring at the guy with a good figure who was wearing clothes, staring at him, and suddenly felt that something was not right.
After reading it again, his eyes fell on the tight chest of the ink burning muscles, and stopped—
The ink burned and didn't care, and said casually: "What are you staring at me for? Like me?"
"..." Xue Meng said nothing.
The tone of the ink burning is still alive: "Don't look at it, it's impossible for us."
Xue Meng turned his face away, and pretended to be calm: "Bah, what you think is beautiful."
But he was heartbroken - he saw a scarlet spar pendant hanging on the neck of the ink burning neck, close to the body, it looked very familiar, he seemed to have seen the exact same one somewhere. He couldn't remember it for a while, but for some reason he suddenly got goosebumps, and there was a buzzing in his head.
Where have you seen it
Mo Ran put on his clothes, and suddenly found a few potion stains on the table. He asked Xue Meng: "Is there a handkerchief?"
"Huh?... Oh, yes." Xue Meng returned to his senses, pulled out a piece, and handed it to him, "You don't remember to bring one yourself."
"I'm not used to it."
Xue Meng said with a stern face: "Last time I said that the master wanted to give you a piece, and bragging is not like that."
The ink burned and then remembered that he had begged Chu nightning and asked him to send himself a begonia flower handkerchief, but I don't know whether Chu nightning forgot or was lazy, and he never gave it to him. He couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, coughed a few times, and said, "It's not that I've been busy recently, Master has no free time..."
"If there is time, the master will not only do it for you." Xue Meng sneered, "I must have a share. Maybe that one... that Nangong Si, he has a share."
When it comes to Nangong Si, the mood that the ink burns was not very good has become more and more haze.
"Have you seen him?"
"No, I'm going to see what he does." Xue Meng said, "He and Ye Wangxi live next to the old ghost Jiang Xi. I can't wait to be 108,000 miles away from there, so I don't want to go there."
The ink burned and nodded: "It's good over there, Jiang Xi has a bad temper and has many problems, but he is still a reasonable person, and he should not embarrass them."
Xue Meng hummed angrily: "He? If his dog thing can understand things, I can take his surname, not Xue Meng, but Jiang Meng."
Ink burning: "..."
Xue Meng always has such an ability to be cynical and cynical. But perhaps it is because of his noise that Mo Ran felt that there was a warm atmosphere in the room.
The terrifying nightmare of the previous life finally faded a little.
Xue Mengdao said: "Speaking of which, Master wouldn't really want to accept Nangong Si as an apprentice?"
"The master must have been unwilling before." Mo Ran said, "But now, you and I can't stop him."
Xue Meng was stunned: "Why?"
The ink burned and sighed: "I ask you, Li Wuxin was in awe of Nangong Si before, obviously he was an elder, but he never dared to contradict Nangong Si, why?"
"Because his father is powerful, the head of the number one sect in the cultivation world, needless to say."
"Well, I'll ask you again, why is it that people like Huang Xiaoyue, and those who can't even name them, dare to bully him?"
"... Because of grievances?"
The ink burned for a while and was speechless, thinking that only Xue Meng could say this.
He was suddenly very envious. He felt that although Xue Meng was in his twenties, he sometimes still thought simply like a child - "Like a child" is a very subtle description, because the most obvious feature of a child is innocence, Simple and straightforward, but at the same time it means that a person is immature, immature, and reckless.
But for Mo Ran, he felt that after 20 years of living, the eyes of this red dust are still extremely clean, which is a miracle.
He looked at the miracle in front of him, then said with a wry smile:
"Where did so many grievances come from?"
"Confucianism has shaken out so many things about the upper world..."
"That's what Xu Shuanglin shook, how much does it have to do with Nangong Si?" Mo Ran said, "What's more, isn't Nangong Si one of the most injured people from the secrets that were shaken? He learned that his mother was Buried by his father himself, he was not the initiator at all, but a victim, a victim."
Xue Meng opened his mouth to say what he wanted to say, but Mo Ran didn't say anything, waiting for him to say, but Xue Meng opened his mouth like that, opened it for a long time, and closed it resentfully.
He didn't know how to respond.
After a long while, he asked reluctantly, "Then what do you think is the reason?"
"First, watch the fun." Mo Ran said, "The thing about the Confucianism door, the big guy feels that it is too late to stimulate. Bullying a troubled son is far more enjoyable than bullying a little beggar."
This is the same as Xue Meng in the previous life. After the phoenix chicks were killed, what kind of exclusion did they suffer
Xue Meng didn't know, but the ink burned clearly.
In order not to offend the Emperor Stepping Immortal, no sect was willing to take him in, and no sect was willing to cooperate with him. He ran around all over the world, asking for big and small heads, hoping to make more crazy before the ink burned. to join forces to overthrow his tyranny.
That was the first year of the ink-burning succession.
Xue Meng ran for nine years and lobbied for nine years. No one listened to him. In the end, he was reluctantly willing to give him a place to live. Only the Kunlun Stepping Snow Palace was willing to help him, and only Mei Hanxue.
The ink burns fortunately that Xue Meng, who has been in this life, does not have to suffer this humiliation again.
Xue Meng was unaware and asked: "What about the second one?"
"The second thing is to think that you are doing things for the heavens."
"How do you say that?"
"Do you know what Tianyinge, the descendant of our god, will do when dealing with repeat offenses in the cultivation world?"
"Publicly show the public, hang for three days and three nights first." Xue Meng muttered, "You ask me what this is, you haven't seen it before, when you first came to the top of life and death, there was a felon who wanted to If you are sentenced to death, Daddy will also go to the public trial there. Didn’t you and I follow you? You watched it during the execution, but you were really timid at that time. It just fades away…”
The ink burned and smiled, and said for a while: "There is no way, that is the first time I have seen the raw digging core."
"What are you afraid of, no one will come to dig your spiritual core."
The ink burned: "The world is unpredictable."
Xue Meng was a little stunned, and raised his hand to probe the burning forehead: "I don't have a fever, how can I say stupid things."
"I have only dreamed of it. I dreamed that someone's sword stabbed into the heart, and if it was a few inches away, the heart and spiritual core would be destroyed."
"..." Xue Meng was very speechless and waved his hand, "Come on, although you are quite annoying, but it is my cousin, who wants to dig your spiritual core, I am the first to be welcome to him."
The ink burned and smiled, the dark eyes were bottomless, there was light and shadow in it, the light and shadow shook, and there were thousands of thoughts.
Why did he mention the past of Xue Meng Tianyin Pavilion
Maybe Xue Meng didn't notice it at all, but those faces left a strong reflection in the ink burning heart of the year.
He still remembered that the trial was a woman in her twenties, very young.
In front of Tianyinge Square, a large group of spectators gathered, men, women, old people, children, monks, commoners, everything. The woman with the magic chain wrapped around the three magical instruments whispered.
"Isn't this Mrs. Lin?"
"I just married into a famous family, what crime did I commit to disturb the Tianyin Pavilion..."
"Don't you know? She set the fire in Zhao's house! She killed her husband!"
"Ah..." A few people around heard it, gasping for breath, and someone asked, "Why does she think so hard? I heard that her husband treats her very well."
In the midst of whispers, the master of Tianyin Pavilion walked to Xingtai, took the file, and greeted everyone in the audience before opening the file unhurriedly, and began to read the guilt of the woman surnamed Lin.
The indictment is very long, and I read it for half an hour.
The bottom line is that this woman surnamed Lin is not the young lady of the aristocratic family that the Zhao family originally wanted to marry. She is just a stand-in, a puppet wearing a human skin mask. The real purpose of approaching Young Master Zhao is for this murder due to personal injustice, and the lady who was originally going to marry into the Zhao family has long since become This girl Lin's knife is a grudge.
"It's a good time to replace the civet cat with the prince." Pavilion Master Tianyin finally commented in a righteous manner, "However, Skynet is so sloppy and not leaking, Miss Lin, you should also tear off your mask and let everyone take a good look at your original Looks like it."
The human skin mask was taken off in public and thrown to the ground like a snake shedding.
Under the disheveled hair of the woman on the stage, another pale and flirtatious face was revealed, which was held up by the disciples of Tianyin Pavilion, holding her chin up.
The audience immediately became noisy, and someone shouted: "What a vicious woman!"
"Killing the innocent Miss Qianjin and ruining the Rong family is just because of his own personal revenge?"
"Kill her!"
"Pick out her eyes!"
"Ling Chi! Cut off her skin inch by inch!"
The crowd is made up of individual people, but they end up with the same head, like a sluggish beast with a big tail, drooling, roaring, and roaring.
This ugly thing probably thinks that he is an auspicious beast, that the top can represent the blue sky, the sun and the moon, and the bottom can represent the emperor, heaven and earth. Standing in the world, it is righteous and fair.
The screams under the stage became louder and louder, scratching the eardrums of the young man. He was stunned by the anger of these people, as if the woman who died under the knife or the young master Zhao, who had never lived, became them at this moment. Their relatives, friends, sons, and mistresses, they wish they could get justice for their relatives, friends, sons and mistresses, and they wish they could tear up the sinner surnamed Lin.
The ink burned his eyes wide open, and said: "Conviction... Shouldn't it be decided by Tianyin Pavilion?"
Xue Zhengyi comforted him: "Don't be afraid of burning, it was decided by Tianyin Pavilion, and everyone just couldn't see it. They all talked about it with their mouths, and what happened in the end, of course, it was decided by Tianyin Pavilion according to Shenwu. Instruct to convict. It will be fair and just, don't worry."
But things did not develop as Xue Zhengyi said, and the content of the crowd's shouting became more and more crazy and exaggerated.
"This bitch! Killing innocent people! How can you let her die so easily? Pavilion Master Mu! You are the justice department in the cultivation world, but you must judge her well and give her ten times the pain! Let her have a good life. Eat the fruit! Get the punishment you deserve!"
"Tear up her mouth first, pull out her teeth one by one, and cut her tongue into countless pieces!"
"Put mud on her body! After it's dry, tear it off, and there is a layer of skin attached! At this time, pour chili water over her body, and it will kill her! It will kill her!"
There was even a prostitute in the brothel to watch the fun. She squatted on the sunflower seeds, and then smiled tenderly: "Oh, tear off her clothes, shouldn't this kind of person be naked? Put snakes and loaches in her lower body, Find a hundred men to take turns to fuck her, that's what she deserves."
In fact, does the anger of these people really come from their own righteousness
When the ink burned, he was sitting next to Xue Meng. He was even more stimulated, and he was shaking slightly. In the end, even Xue Zhengyi noticed his unease and was about to take him away from the stands, when suddenly there was a "bang" on the stage. There was a loud explosion, and I don't know where the crowd was. Someone threw a detonating charm at the head and was throwing it at the woman's feet. This was illegal, but the people from Tianyin Pavilion didn't have time to stop it, or I didn't want to stop it at all, the detonating charm always exploded quickly, and the woman's legs and feet were instantly blown to a bloody blur—
"uncle!"
The ink burned tightly on the hem of Xue Zhengyi's clothes, he was shaking too much, he was shaking too much...
"it is good!!"
There was a burst of applause from below, and the heroes clapped their hands in joy.
"Fight well! Punish evil and promote good! Do it again!"
"Who threw it? Don't throw it." The disciples of Tianyin Pavilion shouted twice on the stage, and they went with the crowd, and threw all kinds of things, vegetable leaves, stones, eggs, and knives. , those people cast an enchantment themselves, stood by and watched, as long as they didn't kill her immediately, they wouldn't stop her.
Tianyin Pavilion has always been heroic and awe-inspiring, and will not get along with the masses who seek justice.
Mo Ran recalled here, only to feel suffocated in my heart, and I didn't want to think about it anymore. He closed his eyes and opened them again.
"Look at it, Xue Meng. If Nangong Si insists on not admitting that he is the master's apprentice, then he will completely lose the barrier in the cultivation world. When Jiaoshan and his party are over, if they really take Nangong Si to the sky You will see exactly the same scene as in the past during the Yinge interrogation."
Xue Meng said: "But in the Tianyin Pavilion trial, everyone was so angry, it was just because the woman killed someone, so..."
"So the knife is in your hand, and you can stab it how you want, right?" Mo Ran's mood became heavier, and he didn't say the second half of the sentence.
How many people in this world, under the banner of "strengthening justice", are doing vicious things, venting the unsatisfactory life and the violent, crazy, and astonishing evil spirits in their chests in such places.
After drinking tea, we chatted for a while, and seeing that the sun was getting late, Xue Meng left.
The ink burned to the window, took out the Zhenlong chess that had just been put in his sleeve, stared at Xu for a moment, and his fingers were pressed hard, and with a twist, it turned into ashes.
The wind was blowing, all the leaves were shaking, and the person in front of the window was shaking, and he slowly raised his hand to cover his face. Almost exhausted, he froze on the window lattice. After a long time, he turned to leave, walked deep into the room, and was swallowed up by the darkness.
He sat in the dark room for a long time, thinking about it, thinking that in the end, the whole person was broken and collapsed. He really didn't know what to do. He felt that maybe he should say something, but said It may also be more messy and out of control.
What should I do
he does not know…
The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he became, the more chaotic he became, he was uneasy, and he was in pain.
He thought about the mastermind behind him.
He thought of the worship and superstition of Tianyin Pavilion in the world of comprehension.
He thought of the woman being interrogated, her legs bloody.
Mo Ran paced the room like a trapped beast, paced in the room like a madman, stepping on the shadows of Xianjun and Mo Zongshi back and forth on his handsome face, one swallowed the other.
At last he couldn't bear it any longer, and he stood up.
Pushed the door and went out.
Late at night.
Chu nightning was about to fall asleep, and suddenly someone knocked on the door outside. He opened the door and saw the ink burning standing outside, slightly startled.
"How did you come?"
The ink burns only that he is going crazy, driven crazy by the catastrophe that will come anytime, anywhere. He mustered up the courage to open his mouth to explain all this absurdity. But seeing the face of Chu nightning, his courage was broken into scum, into mud, into selfishness and weakness.
"...Master..." Mo Ran paused, his nasal voice slightly heavy, "I can't sleep. Can I go in and sit down?"
Chu nightning let go, the ink burned into the house, and the door was closed with a backhand. Maybe it's because his uneasy breath is too strong, so strong that even if he doesn't say a word, Chu nightning can perceive the restlessness in his heart. He asked, "Did something happen?"
The ink burned without saying a word, looked at him silently for a while, suddenly walked to the window, folded his hands, and closed the only window.
"I..." Mo Ran opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse, and suddenly his mood surged, fueling that crazy impulse, "I have something I want to tell you."
"About Xu Shuanglin?"
Mo Ran shook his head, hesitated for a while, nodded again, and then shook his head again.
The light of the candle is reflected in his eyes, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter, a bright red tongue, twisted and coiled, the expression on his face is too messy, and the light in his eyes is very scattered, Chu nightning was stunned for a while, raised He started to touch his face.
But before the fingertips touched his face, the ink burned and closed his eyes suddenly, his eyelashes were shaking, his Adam's apple was rolling, as if he was stung by a scorpion, he turned around and said vaguely: "sorry."
"… "
"Can you turn off the light." Mo Ran said, "... I can't say it when I see you."
Although Chu nightning didn't know what happened, he had never seen such a burning ink, which made his hairs stand upright, as if something destructive was about to fall, crushing every one standing below. people.
Chu nightning didn't speak anymore, stood there for a while, and nodded. The ink burned and walked to the candlestick. He stared at the candlelight for a while, then raised his hand and extinguished the last bit of light.
The room was instantly plunged into darkness.
But the ink burned for a long time, and the phantom of the candle was still shaking in front of him, from orange to colorful, from specific to vague.
He stood in the same place, with his back to Chu nightning, Chu nightning did not urge, waiting for him to speak.
The author has something to say: In fact, the woman who was interrogated before in the memory of the ink burned was originally set to be the heroine in the previous romance.
Then I found that the time line didn't match up. When the heroine appeared, Gu Yueye had already researched the elixir that can make people live to three or five hundred years old. In the early days, hahaha~ I gave up and went to another girl.
Small Theater "Can I Turn Off the Lights?"
"Can you turn off the light." Mo Ran said, "... I can't say it when I see you."
Chu nightning: ... Do you want to say that I am ugly
"Can you turn off the light." Mo Ran said, "... I can't say it when I see you."
Xue Meng: Then you close your eyes and say, why do you want me to turn off the lights.
"Can you turn off the light." Mo Ran said, "... I can't say it when I see you."
Teacher: Forget it, I don't stay in a small dark room with you, I have been worried about in the comment area.
"Can you turn off the light." Mo Ran said, "... I can't say it when I see you."
Ye Wangxi: ... rogue.
"Can you turn off the light." Mo Ran said, "... I can't say it when I see you."
Nangong Si: Then hold on.
"Can you turn off the light." Mo Ran said, "... I can't say it when I see you."
Mei Hanxue: Do you play the luminous script with me? No, I'm afraid some reporters will take pictures of us, smile~