This sound stood still, like a doomsday evening clock.
Mo Ran almost knows what he will see next. He is covered in cold hair and blood is surging. On the one hand, he wants to get out of the illusion and flee, and on the other hand, he wants to rush into yesterday and protect Chu nightning.
"No... guilty... you can't..."
But he can't stop anything, all this has already happened.
He could only look at the situation in front of him with a numb scalp, watching Chu nightning twisting the dark sword eyebrows, his expression was resolute and unyielding, and he calmly faced the guilty eyes.
The ink burned uncontrollably and yelled at him: "Run! Run!"
The young Chu nightning has always trusted guilt, trusted the master who raised him as a sacrifice, and trusted his adoptive father and benefactor. So even if he was extremely disappointed, he didn't see the murderous intention in his guilty eyes. The ink burned in front of him - knowing that it was useless, but he still couldn't stand idly by.
"Please, run away..."
Chu nightning didn't go, he was like a pine and cypress, he walked step by step towards the sin, and finally stood still, the high ponytail was blown by the wind behind him, and the robes stained with blood and mud were also blown by the wind.
Sinful lips closed, crushed the words: "You want to leave the temple and go down the mountain, yes."
"Master?" Chu nightning's phoenix eyes widened slightly. He didn't understand the sinister nature of people. He only regarded the knife raised by the executioner as a bright moon by the window. For a moment, he was even grateful and happy.
He thought Guilty finally understood him.
But Tu Dao was cold, and his murderous intentions were already expressed, and he said with guilt: "If you walk out of this courtyard tonight, you will no longer be a person from Wubei Temple. You and I have fourteen years of master-disciple friendship, just cut it in two."
"..." The phoenix eyes were still wide open, but the content inside changed from joy to stun and sorrow.
Chu nightning probably did not expect that the guilt would be determined to this point, and stood in the same place for a long time before moving his lips. The ink burned in a hurry, and kept muttering: "Please, let's go, leave here, don't say any more, leave here."
His lips moved, but he could not utter a complete sentence.
Staring at him with guilt, this is the heaviest bet he has placed, late Ning and affection, only the two of them have been with them for the past fourteen years. Won't-
Chu nightning knelt down.
"..." Guilty was stunned.
He still thought numbly, no, how could he decide to do this and go his own way.
Chu nightning knelt down and squatted.
One knock, two knocks, until nine knocks.
He raised his face again, his eyes were clear, there was no moisture, but his cheeks were moist.
"Disciple Chu nightning, thank the teacher for the kindness of education. From now on..." His throat is twitching, what will happen from now on? He didn't know, he couldn't go on.
Perhaps it was the wind and the cold weather, his sinful body swayed slightly in the wind, his cassocks were blown in disorder, the wind filled his sleeves, his face became heavier and colder, his lips were no longer bloody, He stared at the man kneeling in front of him.
That paragraph...
wood! wood! !
He carves and paints, sheds blood for life, he teaches carefully, and exhausts his energy.
He did so much and waited for fourteen years in order to send this piece of wood to the ghost world to become the body that carries Chu Lan's soul, not to see it here today and talk about worrying about the country and the people. What is it
- A piece of scrap!
firewood!
The fire in his chest burned straight into his eyes, destroying the sky and destroying the earth, and he was extremely impulsive.
This kind of guilt is too dangerous. Mo Ran leaned over and tried to hug Chu nightning, but he couldn't catch him, he couldn't touch him, Chu nightning was still so stubborn, so stubborn and kneeling in the same place, stubborn because There is a way in the heart, and harmony is because of the shame in the heart.
In the eyes of Chu nightning, the increasingly sinister face of guilt is reflected, and his chest is full of uneasy blood.
His whole body was made for others, this chopping wood, wood, things without soul.
He knelt on the ground, the only thing he didn't think about was himself.
"Wanning..." Mo Ran suddenly choked up, he raised his hand and touched the face he couldn't touch, "Please... let's go... let's go..."
"Dang bang" sounded, it was the sound of metal falling to the ground.
The ink burned slowly back, and there was a machete lying on the blue brick floor, which was a guilt-bearing blade.
Under the moonlight, the butcher's eyes were full of blood, and he kicked the knife again, kicking the machete straight to Chu Wanning's knee.
"No no no, no, no."
The ink burned and panicked. He went to grab the knife, but the tip of the knife passed through his fingers. He couldn't catch it. No matter how desperate he tried, he couldn't catch it.
The last slender and well-proportioned hand reached out and held the knife that the ink could not hold.
Chu nightning's eyes were calm at this time, the initial consternation had disappeared, and the great pain gradually subsided when he threw the machete at him with guilt.
He looked relieved.
"If the master wants my life, I will do it." Chu nightning said, "There is no difference between living for fourteen years and living for one hundred and forty years, if you only sit in this world."
The guilt-bearing eyes suddenly became nothing like that detached monk. For a moment, the ink burned and saw Xiaoman's shadow clearly on his face.
That rainy night in Lin'an, the shadow of the young man on the eve of his mutiny.
"Chu nightning." With sin, he said, "You have to stop with me, I will not keep it. In the past 14 years, I don't care about the cost of food and clothing. But you have to return what you have learned to me. ."
"… "
Gui Gui narrowed his eyes: "I'm going to take your spiritual core."
The spiritual core is the most quintessential condensed crystal of the cultivator. It is the same when it is replaced by Shenmu. As long as there is a spiritual core, it may be possible to reshape a Chu nightning.
This time, he will definitely not be able to teach him morality and righteousness, nor let him learn benevolence and kindness.
He wants Chu Wanning's spiritual core.
the heart of the living.
Chu nightning watched him for a while, the light and shadow in the Zen courtyard moved, there were monks doing evening classes in the Daxiong Palace, and the sound of Song Hong came from a distance, like sandalwood smoke.
The voice of guilt suddenly sounded in Mo Ran's ears again, but this time, he only said two words, which seemed to have exhausted his life's courage and strength.
His voice seemed to have aged a hundred years in an instant.
"He knelt on the ground and looked at me, and I suddenly felt that when the Buddha forgives the mortals who hurt him, is that the look in his eyes."
"He is pitying his executioner, the creatures under the knife, and the bloodstained butcher."
"Don't!!!" Mo Ran shouted.
But the knife light flashed, and he closed his eyes abruptly, and with a clear and audible thorn, the ink burned and curled up on the ground.
"don't want… "
Blood spurted, flesh and blood separated.
The ink burned and crawled over and crawled to Chu Wanning's side. He couldn't stop shaking his head and was embarrassed. He hurriedly blocked Chu Wanning's wound and tried to infuse spiritual power to stop bleeding.
Nothing worked.
Nothing worked.
He watched Chu Wanning endure the pain and used the technique to prevent himself from being dizzy in an instant. He watched Chu Wanning stab the knife into the chest inch by inch, blood, and blood everywhere.
Hot, running, fiery.
How could it not be alive.
Meat, torn apart is the meat.
Bright red, sweet, broken.
How could it not be alive? ! how come! ! !
Standing in the same place with guilt, his expression was still frozen at the last moment, his face was hideous and cruel, but the light in his eyes was flickering, trembling, trembling, dazed...
Was it really what he hoped
At that moment, the picture scroll suddenly became turbulent and blurred, and the situation in front of the ink burned became distorted and messy because of the emotions when making this scroll with guilt.
How many old things he sees springing up in blood, every one is soft and real.
Mo Ran saw the eleven-year-old Chu Wanning called Tianwen in Jinchengchi, and was about to leave, but a guqin with a tail in the shape of a begonia appeared in the lake. At the moment when it floats, Chu nightning also emits a shining light, which seems to complement it. He touched the strings of the guqin in astonishment: "What's going on here?"
Guilty immediately guessed that this guqin was probably also caused by a section of Yandi Shenmu. It was in the same vein as Chu Wanning, and naturally they would feel each other. His expression was very excited, a little surprised, but also a little happy: "This should be your destiny."
"Destined Divine Martial Arts?"
In addition to the guilt and surprise, his eyes dodged a little: "...Yes, some people are born with pure and peculiar roots, and they are born with a deep connection with Shenwu."
Chu nightning smiled: "My roots are clear?"
"..." Guilt evaded and did not answer, just rubbed the wooden body of Jiuge and sighed, "This guqin is destined to you, I'm afraid it can be summoned without a spiritual core... It is connected with your bloodline."
As soon as the screen turned, the ink burned and saw two people walking outside Lin'an City, who followed Xiao Wanning with guilt, and kept calling him to walk slowly.
He saw the steaming flower cake, and Chu nightning had no smile on his face across the steam.
He saw that in the inn, Chu nightning was holding a small fan, and he was vigorous, trying to help the sinful fan who was meditating.
He saw Chu Wanning eating sweet-scented sweet-scented lotus root for the first time, the sweet juice filled his mouth, and he grinned and laughed at the guilt.
In the end, the illusion was fixed by the lotus pond in a certain summer. The lotus leaves were endlessly green, the lotus blossoms in the pond were blooming brilliantly, and the red dragonflies were graceful and graceful, and it was a perfect evening.
Five or six-year-old Chu Wanning smiled and learned to meditate cross-legged with sin, and looked at his master with a pair of dark and moist eyes: "Master, Master, play again, play again."
With sin, he said, "I don't want to play anymore, Master is going to the Zhaitang to recite the scriptures to save the old man."
"Play once and go again, the last time, really the last time."
Then, without waiting for the big monk to speak, the little guy had already rolled up the sleeves of the blue-gray little monk's robe, and the lotus flowers were swaying. , like fresh ling sweet lotus root.
"You to one, I to one, what blooms in the water? The lotus blooms in the water.
You are right to two, I am right to two, what blooms in clusters? Elm trees bloom in clusters. "
Seeing his smiling face, he had no choice but to shake his head, laughing and clapping his hands with him, playing childish games.
"You are to nine, I am to nine, what blossoms go with the wind? Dandelion blossoms go with the wind.
You to ten, I to ten, what blossoms without leaves? Winter plum blossoms without leaves. "
Blood-stained clothes, red lotus soaked.
In the Zen courtyard, I closed my eyes with guilt.
Yes... a cut of wood.
Lang Lang's laughter was still in his ears.
Yes, soulless people.
"What blooms in water? Hahaha, Master is so stupid, lotus flowers bloom in water."
It was an empty shell, the flesh that he wanted to sacrifice to Chu Xun, and the tree of atonement he had spent over a hundred years! Not alive! No soul! !
"Master, the flower cake will be divided into half for you, you eat the big one, I will eat the small one."
Guilty tears fell.
He was trembling violently, and he sneered, and he ran towards the child who had plunged the blade into the heart, the spiritual core had begun to rupture, and was about to be dug out.
He knelt down, he screamed in pain, he was exhausted, he was holding Chu nightning at the moment, but he could only burn with the ink that Chu nightning passed by, the cry in his throat was like weeping blood, like a knife poking It's not Chu Wanning's heart, but his voice, his soul.
How can there be no soul...
It was he who closed his eyes and did not listen.
He'd always known it, he'd always been aware of it in his heart.
From Chu Wanning's smile, from Chu Wanning's seriousness, from Chu Wanning's tolerance and gentleness, from Chu Wanning's stubbornness and persistence, he has always seen the soul of that person.
But for his own selfish interests, for the so-called redemption, he pretended to be deaf and dumb, and he paralyzed himself.
Chu nightning has never been a wood plastic, an empty shell.
He is a man of flesh and blood, who can cry and laugh...
"I have watched him grow up day by day since he was a child. He was like Chu Lan when he was a child, and now he is older and like Chu Xun again, but I have never missed him or any of them."
The sound of guilt was like a broken gong, extremely hoarse.
"It was he who gave me half of the cakes, pulled me to call me Master, and he was the one who secretly held the fan to cool me, and thought I didn't notice it. Trust me and say that I am the most benevolent teacher in the world."
Such as swallowing gall.
Guilty muttered: "The most benevolent teacher..."
In the picture scroll, the guilt restrained Chu Wanning's hand and restrained his spiritual power. Chu Wanning fainted in pain almost at the moment when the spell failed.
Guilty hugged that lively, gushing bloody body. It is like holding Chu Xun, who digs his heart to illuminate the way for everyone to escape and return when the sky in Lin'an cracked two hundred years ago.
But not the same.
Chu nightning is stubborn and proud. Chu nightning has his own little hobbies, such as sleeping without a quilt, for example, when he is tired of eating, he can't help biting his chopsticks in a daze, for example, he never likes to wash clothes, only Dip them all together.
It was his own habit, his own liking.
Unlike anyone.
The screen went black again.
It’s okay to be dark. In such a situation, if the ink burns again, I’m afraid it will be crazy.
In the darkness, there is a faint sigh of sin.
"Actually, when he crossed his eyebrows and told me that he was going down the mountain to help the road, and he didn't want to sit on the ground and fly up, I knew that he was a living person."
"I was weak and selfish, and I nearly destroyed the children I raised with my own hands."
"He is not Chu Lan, he is not a sacrifice for my sins."
"He is Chu Wanning, because when I woke him up, it was a quiet and peaceful evening. The bell of the Zen temple rang. He was born under the gaze of the solemn gods and Buddhas of Baoxiang. I gave him his name."
"But what I gave him was really just a name. I always claimed to have created him, and therefore believed that he should be used by me, owned by me, and let me sacrifice. But until I looked at him, and Just like Young Master Chu, for the sake of his own morality, he did not hesitate to cut his heart to prove himself…”
He was so choked with guilt that it was hard to say anything, and after a long time, he said hoarsely.
"I finally understand that I have never given him a soul or a life. It's all his own, because... Because a filthy and weak sinner like me can never create such a clean and resolute life as him."
"Never possible."