After coming out of Jiaoshan, the ink burned like a clay sculpture and wood carving, his eyes were slightly straight, and he walked forward in silence.
Standing in front of a fork in the road, he was dazed.
The war has passed, the rising sun is rising in the east at this time, the morning glow has washed away the lead of the night, only the scent of dewdrops and grass still exists in the trees, like a greasy powder, floating and sinking in the morning light.
He turned his head and looked at the towering peaks. Then look at the road ahead. Going straight is Lin Lingyu. Xue Meng and his uncle are waiting for him there, waiting for an explanation and an answer. But he can't go there, he is going to Dragon Blood Mountain.
Mo Ran vaguely understood that the master of sin actually knew more than he thought, otherwise he would not be so calm when he saw the emperor stepping on the fairy. Perhaps because of this, he became more and more at a loss, not knowing what was waiting for him in front of him.
In fact, his mind is in chaos at the moment, and he has no more mood to think. In the end, he only became numbly clear—
He must go, because the master is there.
Longxue Mountain is entrenched near the Wubei Temple. In the early years, monks occasionally went up the mountain to meditate, practice Zen, and gain enlightenment. However, there are often obstacles on this mountain. Many people say that they have encountered ghosts hitting the wall on the top of the mountain. If you go in, you can't come out, so gradually, it becomes a barren mountain.
The ink burned the sword and traveled, and after a day's journey, finally came to the foot of the Dragon Blood Mountain at sunset. He hadn't eaten or drank all day, and he was very tired, so when he saw a clear spring flowing from the cypress trees, he walked over, took a handful of clean water, and washed his face.
The mud washed down first, then the melted blood, and finally his face was revealed, which was reflected on the glistening water.
It was not an ugly face, but the ink burned and stared at it for a while, only to feel unspeakable disgust and disgust, he slammed the water surface, shattered the reflection, and then closed his eyes, almost painfully He buried his face in his palms and rubbed it.
Is there any universal law in this world that can completely separate a person's past from the present? Is there any weapon that can gouge out the rancid memory from the mind.
Is there anyone who can save him? You can tell him that you are not stepping on Xianjun, you are just ink burning, you are just ink rain.
But when he opened his eyes, the water was calm again, and the man inside was still staring at him with resentment and despair.
He knew he had no way out.
Get up and go up the mountain.
When we were halfway up the mountain, fog suddenly formed, there was no sign of thick fog, and I could not see my fingers.
The ink burned at first thought it was sneaky, but under the perception, there was no evil at all.
It was not too early. The sound of cuckoo cries and blood was occasionally heard among the trees.
"Grandmaster?"
His voice was hoarse, and he walked forward while rubbing.
"Master Guilty?"
No one should answer him.
But strangely, he climbed all the way, almost blindly, but he was not hindered by anything. The road was eerily smooth, as if someone had already set up a game in the depths of the fog, waiting for him to go to the meeting alone. , cast into the net.
"anyone there?"
The fog gradually dissipated.
The scenery in front of him became clearer and clearer, the thick mist fell, and the mountains, rocks and vines appeared in front of him.
He found that he had unknowingly come to a flat and open place, and when he turned around, the road was still covered by fog, but this place was the only place with lush vegetation and sparse moon and stars.
He stepped on the dewy grass, all the way forward, and then he heard the back of a person.
The ink burned for a while, and then rushed forward, urgently calling: "Master?!"
Chu nightning turned his back to him and was kneeling beside a cave covered by wisteria. In front of him, the guilty master sat cross-legged and looked sullen and silent.
"Master! You—"
Suddenly aphasia, because he saw that Chu nightning turned back, his eyelashes were wet, and his face had tears.
The ink burned: "What happened to you?"
Chu nightning did not speak, he has been suppressing himself, from a long time ago, he has been aloof and majestic. It seems that when he was born, he was an elder, an immortal, and there was no time for youth and weakness.
"Ink burns..."
But this time, he exhausted all his strength, but only opened his mouth to say two words, and the choked sob could no longer be suppressed, overflowing between his lips.
The ink burned and murmured, walked up to him, leaned down, and hugged him tightly: "... What's the matter? Why did you cry?"
As he spoke, he bowed his head and stroked Chu nightning's hair. Chu nightning's body is very cold, but at this moment, he found him and can hold him in his arms, but the ink burned and felt very hot.
His stability at every moment was stolen, and every word he said to Chu Wanning became the wrong alms of God. If he could get a little more, he regarded it as a treasure and did not dare to take it lightly.
"Okay, okay." Mingming himself was so helpless, but he also held Chu nightning in his broad and warm chest, comforting, "It's okay, there is me, I am here, I am here. ."
The ink burned and said, kissing the forehead of Chu nightning. At this moment, he suddenly found that he was restrained in his arms, but still trembling and weeping, with his fingers clenching his clothes, Chu Wanning, like the little junior brother in the peach blossom garden who will never appear again.
No one is born strong, and Chu nightning should also have a youthful appearance.
The ink burned in his heart, and he vaguely understood what he was holding. He was holding the slightly trembling Chu nightning, kissing him, stroking his hair, and looking at the master of sin.
The old monk was sitting on a huge cold rock, his eyebrows were wrinkled and his eyelashes were drooping. Who. But that person must have rejected his good intentions, the flowers have been decadent, and only a few have not fallen from the branches.
Guilty passed away.
This man, who hides many myths and mysteries, did not have any relief on his face until the last moment.
His expression was painful.
What is even more uncomfortable is that after his death, his face no longer retains the youthful appearance of more than 30 years old. He has completely become an old thornskin monk, and for some unknown reason, his face is being attacked at a speed visible to the naked eye. A golden worm devoured it.
"This bug..."
"It's a righteous worm." Chu nightning finally spoke, but his voice was horribly hoarse, "Some people who hate their appearance will make a blood pact with this kind of worm. The righteous worm can change the host's face, in return, to On the day the host dies, the worm will devour the host's entire body."
Listening to him trying to maintain a steady tone, speaking slowly, the ink burned him tightly. The person in his arms has been kneeling here for a long time, his hands and feet are cold.
From the past life to this life, Chu nightning has always been his beacon, and his flames are dispelling his dark night to give him the warmth he can.
But Mo Ran was holding him at the moment, and he only felt that the person in his arms was made of ice.
Really cold.
He was heartbroken.
"I'm here, I'm here."
"He has already asked me to come to Dragon Blood Mountain." Chu nightning looked extremely tired, as if someone had emptied all his warm blood and poured boundless pain and suffering into it.
"He knew that I didn't want to talk to him face to face, and he didn't want to hear any explanation from him, so he once left me a letter with very sincere words, but I was still stubborn, I didn't want to believe him... I was suspicious of him. "
The ink burned his cheeks, and he had never seen such a Chu nightning.
Plus no previous life.
This couldn't help but feel panic in his heart, he asked: "What happened?"
But Chu nightning just answered emptyly: "I suspect him..."
This man who had always been calm and rational, was finally broken.
He was like a horned bow, the string stretched to the extreme and suddenly broke. He was trembling in his arms, trembling uncontrollably, so desperate, so pitiful.
Chu night Ning squatted and curled up, and once the person who had been stretched for half a lifetime collapsed, the grief that still accumulated was enough to break the embankment: "I should have come here... If I listen to him, many things will not happen, Nangong does not It will die, the teacher will not be blind, it was all too late... it was too late."
"Master."
"If I had listened to what was in that letter, it wouldn't have been like this..."
It took a long time for the ink to burn, and it took a long time to comfort him. After a long time, Chu nightning finally stopped crying, but his eyes were out of focus, and the ink burned his fingertips, but found that he couldn't The heat, like that slight trembling, never stops.
"Why don't I trust him again..."
The ink burned and listened silently. In fact, this way, because of the reason of stepping on the emperor, Mo Ran actually envisioned countless scenes of meeting with Chu Wanning again, and thought a lot of explanations and requests.
But he found it was useless.
He didn't expect to see him again, it would be like this.
"He... also left a memory scroll..." In the end, Chu nightning finally calmed down, and the ink burned his cheeks, his cheeks were cold, "... Before he left, I always hoped that you could come. , hand it to you."
Hearing about himself, Mo Ran's fingertips stiffened.
Memories scroll
What will be written there? What does the master of sin know
The ink burned and felt that his hands were starting to get cold, and the cold hair stood upright, and he was so cold.
Chu nightning said hoarsely: "But he can't wait, his lifespan is exhausted." After he finished speaking, it seemed that he was touched by an extremely painful scar, frowning his brows and said no more.
He was probably afraid that if he said one more sentence, he would collapse again.
Chu nightning covered his eyelids with his arms, he calmed himself, and slowly cleaned up his messy calm, peaceful, cold, and reliable. He picked up the pieces and slowly put them on himself.
He was not used to being a weakling after all.
Finally, Chu nightning lifted the wet phoenix eyes, took the scroll out of his arms, and handed it to the ink.
"Here are all the secrets he knows."
Mo Ran's voice trembled slightly: "...Has he seen it for you?"
"seen it already."
The ink burned the heart and shuddered.
He looked at Chu Wanning's eyes, and at that moment he had an extremely terrifying thought.
He felt that Chu nightning seemed to have understood everything.
Take the picture scroll with sapphire as the axis.
He was suddenly so uneasy, so he suddenly held Chu Wanning's finger and rubbed it.
“Night Ning…”
"… "
"If you were in Jiaoshan, and that person... everything you told was true, would you hate me?"
Chu nightning's face was originally very pale, and at this time, there was no blood, and even his lips were slightly blue.
"Will you hate me?"
The ink burned his hand, and the strength was so strong, stubborn, and even barbaric. But what was completely different from that force was the pleading under his soft eyelashes.
"can you?"
Chu nightning shook his head and did not answer, he closed his eyes, "... Look at the scroll."
The scrolls left by Master Guilty are very yin, and they are not similar to the magic spells in the mortal world.
The ink burned and took a deep look at Chu Wanning, and then opened the painting scroll, and placed the picture scroll exuding the brilliance of Yingyu on the eyebrows.
The scene of Longxue Mountain disappeared, followed by a bottomless darkness. In the darkness, the guilty voice sounded, with a bit of sigh, echoing in the ink burning ear.
"Master Chu, the donor of ink, the old monk knows that time is short, but seeing that the world is changing, and the catastrophe is coming, if you don't do your best, tell the two of what you know, so as to help you return to the world, the old monk In purgatory, you will be ashamed and remorseful."
The voice paused, then slowly said.
"In this scroll, the past events involved are all unimaginable, and there are even more mistakes made by the old monk in the past, which can't be hidden. I know that I have a half-life, a deep sin in my past, plus my stupidity, shallowness, and narrow-mindedness. The days of stealing a life and being sober are actually few and far between, and the good deeds I have done are pitifully small. I have sinned all my life without redemption, and I will fall into the endless hell after death, and I will never be reborn. It’s just that I I still have extravagant hopes in my heart, and I hope that the two of you will not be disgusted with the old monk after seeing it, thinking that the old monk… is not as good as a beast."
There was a faint light in front of the ink burning. He blinked his eyes. As far as he could see, there were broken walls, old trees and crows, and there were birds pecking at their eyes and eating their stomachs everywhere.
He was slightly startled, inexplicably feeling that this scene was very familiar, but he couldn't remember it all at once.
Until the dust was flying at the gate of the city, a group of people came, strangling their foreheads, carrying feathers and arrows, and riding thin horses. One of the young men suddenly reined in the reins, rolled off the horse, and rushed towards a corpse at the gate of the city, shouting, "Daddy! Daddy!"
The ink burned and was startled, and felt a chill behind him.
This is…
Peach Blossom Spring Featherland Fantasy
Is this ancient Lin'an in the midst of war? !