Lonely Moon Night.
The monks who escaped from Jiaoshan all pulled out the heartworm and bandaged the wound under the treatment of the disciples of Yaozong. But the dejected breath is hard to deal with, and there is a lifeless smell everywhere in the air.
Xue Meng was sitting on the beach of Linlingyu. He put the Longcheng scimitar on his lap and watched the tide rise and fall together.
There were footsteps suddenly behind him, and he turned around abruptly, his eyes wide open, full of ardent hope, but after seeing the person coming, he was immediately disappointed again, and turned his eyes to the vast sea again.
Mei Hanxue sat down beside him.
"Your father received a summons and went back to the top of life and death beforehand. He was in a hurry and asked me to come and tell you."
"… "
"Your father and you don't seem to be in a good mood."
"Go away if you know."
Mei Hanxue didn't roll, and threw him a sheepskin jug: "Drinking?"
Xue Meng looked back in anger, like a hedgehog with a pointed needle: "Drink up! I'm not that degenerate!"
Mei Hanxue smiled, and the soft golden hair was particularly gentle in the sea breeze. His eyes were like light-colored jasper, and like two secluded pools of green water, with remnant flowers falling.
"It's just drinking, how come you've fallen." Mei Hanxue raised her hand, brushed the broken hair on the side of her temples, and the silver bell tied at her wrist, "I heard that the top of life and death does not let people have sex, but buy drunk Always."
"… "
"I heard that Xianjun Chu loved Li Huabai very much. You are his apprentice, how can you not learn half of him."
Xue Meng glared at him fiercely, and he seemed to want to scold something, but in the end he didn't scold anything, grabbed the wine bag and undid it, and took a big sip.
"So arrogant. This is the soju from the Snow Palace, and it tastes the best—"
"Pfft!" Xue Shaozhu, who was so arrogant, spit out most of the mouth, his face was blue, "cough cough cough cough cough!!!"
"..." Mei Hanxue pursed her lips and seemed a little surprised, "Can't you drink?"
Xue Meng couldn't face it, pushed away his hand trying to get the wine bag back, and raised his head and took a sip. This time it was even more powerful. After swallowing it, he turned his head and spit it out with a "wow".
Mei Hanxue was a little helpless: "I don't know you... Forget it, stop drinking."
"Go away!"
"Give me the jug."
"Go away!" Under Xue Meng's anxiety, whoever provokes and bites who, he glared at Mei Hanxue angrily, "If you ask me to drink, I will drink, if you tell me to stop, I will stop, what about my face? I want to be shameless ?"
As he said that, he patted his cheek hard, and he was already a little drunk.
There was a rumor in the top of life and death that if a thousand cups do not get drunk on Master Chu, one cup will pour Xue Shaozhu.
Mei Hanxue is not a person at the top of life and death. Naturally, he does not know this sentence, and if he knows it, he will not drink strong wine to drink him.
After Xue Meng vomited, he held the wine bag and drank again. This time he drank four or five mouthfuls before taking a deep breath, and then his face became even more ugly.
Mei Hanxue immediately took back the wine bag and frowned: "Don't drink, go back and rest, you have been blowing the sea breeze alone for a long time."
But Xue Meng stubbornly said: "I want to wait for someone to come back."
"… "
"I... I..." Xue Meng stared straight at him, stared at him for a while, and suddenly burst into tears, "You don't understand, you don't understand, I'm waiting for my brother, I'm waiting for my master, I'm waiting for the teacher... Do you know? Four people, one less is wrong, and one less is not what it used to be…”
Mei Hanxue knows how to comfort women.
It is nothing more than to come over and say a few words of self-confidence, spend the first month of the month making promises to eachother, and prescribe the right medicine, and the medicine will cure the disease.
But he never comforted the man.
Xue Meng didn't need to be comforted. He just held back for a long time. When the wine came up, he finally broke the embankment. He just wanted to vent.
"Four people, I'm the only one left, and now I'm the only one left—I feel bad. Damn, do you understand?!"
Mei Hanxue sighed and said, "I understand."
"You are a liar, you know there are ghosts." Xue Meng cried, suddenly buried his head and wailed, he hugged the Dragon City knife tightly, like holding the last dead tree, a floating grass.
The liar didn't know how to persuade him, so he said again: "Well, I don't understand."
"Heartless dog thing, why don't you understand?!" There is no reason to talk to the drunk, Xue Meng suddenly raised his face and glared at him fiercely, tearful but wicked, "What don't you understand? Isn't it easy to understand?"
He stretched out his finger: "Four!!"
Remove one, then remove one, and when the third one is removed, he collapses again, as if the third finger is his lacrimal gland, Xue Meng said: "There is one left, and one is left for me. You understand ?"
Mei Hanxue: "..."
He didn't want to be a liar, and he didn't want to be a heartless dog, so he couldn't answer whether he knew or not, so he simply didn't speak.
Xue Meng stared at him for a while, and then turned his head: "Ouch!!!!"
The most romantic, Young Master Mei. In the past, others stared at his face to make a nympho. This was the first one. After staring at him for a while, he actually vomited.
Mei Hanxue had a slight headache: "What's the matter with you? When I was a child, I gave you Houttuynia cordata, and you vomited. When you grew up, I gave you Kunlun wine, and you vomited again. It's really harder to serve than a girl. "
He looked at the man who was leaning over and vomited so darkly that he couldn't even breathe, his light blue eyes were full of helplessness: "Okay, after scolding and spitting, go back and rest. Your brother is fine, you Neither the master nor your friends will like to see you like this."
He said, got up to help Xue Meng.
Xue Meng was probably a little stunned when he vomited, his feet were floating, and he never tried to break away from others to hold his arm.
Mei Hanxue took him through the long coast and through the back door of Gu Yueye, ready to send him into the house to rest.
But before entering the flower hall door, Mei Hanxue felt a strong killing intent in the air.
He abruptly restrained Xue Meng, and the two immediately hid behind the corridor. Xue Meng was caught off guard, "Oh", but Mei Hanxue tightly covered his mouth.
"Don't say anything."
"Hand... hands off... I... want to vomit..." I could barely hear a hum.
Mei Hanxue said: "Swallow it."
Xue Meng: "..."
Afraid that this drunk would cause any trouble, Mei Hanxue raised her hand on Xue Meng's lips and cast a silencing spell, then he turned his face, turned his pupils, and looked into the flower hall.
The scene in front of him shocked him instantly.
- Ink burning? !
At this time, most of the sect masters and elders had already returned to their respective sects, and Jiaoshan had undergone a sudden change, and they urgently needed to strengthen the enchantment of their respective territories.
But Gu Yueye still left many injured monks, all gathered in the flower hall at the moment, staring at the man standing in the center of the flower hall with horror.
"Tsk tsk." The ink burned in a black and golden cloak, squinted and looked around, "Looking at these familiar faces, I can't imagine that after so many years, I can see you standing here alive again."
Someone mustered up the courage and shouted at him: "Mo, Mo Weiyu! Why are you suddenly crazy!! Have you been stunned?!"
"Crazy?" The ink burned thin lips and sneered, "When you talk to this seat like this, the crazy person is yourself."
After speaking, the crowd only saw a black light flashing, the man stood still, and a puff of blood spurted out of his chest, soaring straight to the ceiling.
"Kill, kill!"
"What have you done with the ink?!"
Some people even shouted in a heart-wrenching manner: "Quick, come to the head of Jiang! Come to the head of Jiang!"
"Oh?" Mo Ran slowly raised his eyes, "Head Jiang, Jiang Xi?"
"… "
"This person's level is good. Among the people who have been killed in this seat, it is always no problem to rank in the top ten."
"What the hell are you talking about?!"
Mei Hanxue also felt that something was wrong. This was not the Mo Zongshi he had seen at all.
But no matter how you look at it, it looks exactly the same as the ink burn, and the sound is exactly the same - who can completely reproduce the appearance and tone of another person in such a short period of time
In the flower hall, the elder of Gu Yueye said: "Master Mo, I'm afraid you are cursed by the dragon of Jiaoshan. You sit down first and wait for the old man to give you a pulse..."
He was interrupted before he finished speaking.
"What do you mean?" Mo Ran squinted his eyes, "Old man, beating around the bush, is this seat sick?"
Elder: "..."
"Since you want to treat the disease so much, this seat will help you. There are no patients in the world, and people who starve to death become doctors. This seat understands this principle."
When the ink burned the black robe and stood calmly back to the center of the hall, standing on the dark red Du Ruowen carpet, the entire hall was already full of missing arms, broken legs, and some people were even more miserable. He took out his heart, liver, spleen and stomach, and died violently.
The ink burned and looked at the elder who had fallen to the ground, and said, "How are you, are you happy that you have sent so many patients to treat you?"
"Ink... ink rain..."
"Good luck in opening, congratulations on getting rich." The ink burned and smiled, and then walked out among the group of corpses that were either rolling on the ground or dying, "Oh, that's right."
When he was in front of the hall, he turned his face and said to those people, "I almost forgot to say that it has been hundreds of years since the upper-cultivation world drank and waited to die, remember to tell your head ward - sooner or later, this seat will take over the upper-cultivation world. All sects, all razed to the ground."
The hard-hearted person said hoarsely: "Ink burning, you have no seeds! You only dare to come to the flower hall to treat the seriously injured monks, you are simply afraid of meeting other heads!"
"Afraid of them?" Mo Ran squinted his eyes, "Even if you join hands again, the army will press the border. As long as this seat doesn't want to die, who can hurt this seat?"
"Ink burning, are you crazy?! Are you and Hua Binan a gang?! What are you, what are you trying to do?!"
The ink-burning dimples are deep, and the eyes pass through the dim light. After a while, he slowly said: "... What do you want from this seat?"
A strange brilliance seemed to flash across his handsome face, and then he closed his eyes.
"I don't even know what I want. In short, no one in this world can give it, and no one can make me happy." He said lightly, "I have been walking dead for so many years, and I have no desire. Please. However, if you have to ask one—"
He smiled suddenly.
When he opened his eyes, his black pupils seemed to glow with a scarlet luster.
"Watch you die."
The crowd was stunned. The ink burning eyes swept across the pale face, and couldn't help it anymore, and laughed out loud: "I haven't seen such an interesting scene for a long time, it's very lively."
"Ink burning... You are really crazy..."
"You have said this for the second time." Suddenly, the smile tightened, and only a loud explosion was heard! In the blink of an eye, the ink burned to the back of the man like lightning, and one hand slammed down, and the brain was splashed in a flash! !
"what!"
In the scream, the ink burned faintly raised the blood-stained handsome face, revealing a pair of extremely treacherous, extremely animal eyes, swiping through the crowd like a bird.
"If this seat is not crazy, I'm afraid I will give you some goodwill."
The person he called Your Excellency was shattered, and the blood was dripping all over his face, but the ink burned but he didn't even bother to look at it, as if he had eaten an ordinary meal, looking around calmly and coldly to the crowd.
"Okay, enough idiots to kill today." He smiled slowly again at the corner of his mouth, pushed the corpse at will, and kicked it aside, "Well, it's always boring after one kill. It's too much to die. At that time, this seat is lonely again. I will leave you to live for a few days."
After a pause, he continued: "When did your hands itch, when did you crush your head to play with it?"
Amidst the bloodstains, he walked out of the hall slowly, and when he reached the door, he turned his eyes again: "Before that, remember to keep your heads."
After speaking, he burst into laughter, wrapped the cloak, and swept the eaves on the ground, and the figure quickly disappeared behind the bucket arch.
Three days later.
In the stone room of the Dragon Blood Mountain, Mo Ran and Chu Wanning were still in a coma due to the influence of the spell. But the incense burner suddenly rattled, black smoke and blood gushing out from it, and then a shrill and ear-piercing scream came out of it, echoing in the cave.
Mo Ran suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.
The heart no longer hurts, and there is no injury, and the mysterious thin smoke that was previously connected between him and Chu Wanning has dissipated.
"Master!"
He got up immediately, but suddenly saw that a third person had entered the cave.
The man was standing in front of the stone table with his back to him, and was scrutinizing the incense burner that gave off the smell of burnt. He lifted the lid of the furnace, and a long, white and greasy hand took out a thousand-petal strange flower from inside, and held it in the palm of his hand to examine it.
"It's really ruined." He whispered, and then with two fingers, he crushed the black flower into powder.
Immediately, a ray of white brilliance rose from the ashes, and the man looked at the white light with his hands behind his back, feeling a little fortunate: "Well, fortunately, when I was refining this flower, there was still a piece of my own soul melted in it. It's not that soul that guides me, it's not easy to find this cave in this vast world."
The white light seemed to understand his words, and slowly coiled around the man, but the color became lighter and lighter, and finally disappeared completely.
The ink burned hoarsely: "You are..."
Hearing the movement, the man put down the smoker and sighed, "Awake?"
"Who are you?"
The man said lightly, "Who else do you think I can be?"
His voice sounded very familiar, but the ink burned just woke up, and his consciousness was still a little dizzy, as if he had a dream of a thousand autumns, but he didn't react for a while.
Who can this person be
Listening to what he said just now, it seems to be related to that mysterious black flower. Refining flowers and plants Gu insect is what Gu Yueye is best at... Is it... Hua Binan
When I thought of Hua Binan, I immediately thought of the teacher, and the ink burned a sudden hatred, but before he spoke, the man turned around.
The light and shadow in the cave were dim, but as the man turned his face, the room was filled with light in an instant, and his birth was really beautiful.
This person's long hair, which is used to fall, is now tied up high, and the one-word scarf embroidered with fine patterns is neatly placed in front of his forehead. The whole person's mental outlook is very different. , a pair of peach blossom eyes are full of love, bright and clear.
It is such a beauty, but the ink burns like a thunder, and the two words come out, like a sharp arrow piercing the dead silence:
"Teacher?!!"
The comer is the teacher... The comer is actually the teacher! !
This beautiful man of peerless elegance stroked his hair on the side of his temples, and said lightly: "A Ran, are you so surprised when you see me?"
The blood flow collided with the periosteum, the brain was buzzing, and the burning brain couldn't turn around at all. It was impossible to guess why the teacher suddenly appeared here, and why it was such a strange expression.
His whole person was stiff, and all the words were stuck in his throat. In the end, he hesitated to say the first sentence: "...Your eyes..."
"No injuries." The teacher smiled and walked over to the ink. "I came to see the person I longed for. If I am blind and ugly, who will like me?"
"… "
Mo Ran slowly recovered from his playful demeanor, but he couldn't speak for a while, and the shock was like a black cloud over the city, and his mind was blank for a while.
"You... how could it be you... Cold Scale Holy Hand!!"
Anger suddenly surged in my heart.
At this moment, Mo Ran finally understood the feelings of Xue Meng in the previous life. There is nothing more painful than being betrayed by the old people who got along with each other.
"Holy Hand of Cold Scales!!!"
"Oh, he." The teacher smiled, "It will be long in the future, don't be in a hurry to explain."
As he said, he moved forward step by step until he was close to the ink burning.
The teacher smiled and said: "Compared to talking about the cold scale holy hand, I have experienced such a big ups and downs, I still want to talk to the person I admire first."
The ink burned and was extremely angry and cold, and his face became more and more blue: "There is nothing else to talk about between you and me."
The handsome and gentle man chuckled: "Huh?" His eyes were soft and greasy, like a haze, staring at the burning face: "...You and I have tempers, and there is really nothing to talk about."
He said, the robes were on the ground, walked from the ink burning, and went all the way to Chu nightning. Before the ink burned, the teacher gently stretched out a delicate and evenly long hand, and lowered his head to touch the cheek of Chu Wanning.
"..." Mo Ran's mind was at a loss, and he still didn't understand the meaning of this move.
The teacher stared at Chu Wanning, and said softly: "Master, did that reckless man hurt you? It's so pitiful... But then again, are you going to restore your memory?"
The scallion-like fingertips point to the lower lip of the sleeping person, the teacher narrowed his eyes, the beauty is still the same, but it is like wine.
"It's good to restore your memory. I still can't think of a reason for those hands and feet you moved back then. When you wake up, we can still ask each other for advice."
He paused for a while, smiled and said, "In your last life, you did everything in your power, and you lied to the sky and crossed the sea, and bullied your disciples so badly. If it were someone else, tossing me like this would not be enough to die a hundred times, but if you fought against me, I would still be the same. I love you and love you."
He said, glanced at the ink, and then leaned over and kissed the cheek of Chu nightning, and sighed: "Who made me like you. My good master."