Chu nightning knew that he had no choice, and finally put on a thick fox fur cloak, held up an oil-paper umbrella, and went to the Wushan Hall.
In the hall, the silver and copper lamps are lit with brilliance, and the ninety-nine lamps are bright and dark like a galaxy, reflecting the entire Wushan Hall brilliantly. It was common for the attendants on both sides to attend to Master Chu's bed, and when they saw him coming in, they all lowered their eyes and saluted. Chu nightning passed through the porch of the side door expressionlessly, and went to the rest area of the back hall-to the carved lacquer red door, he stretched out his hand and opened the door.
The house is very warm, different from the cold rain outside the river, and there is a fragrant aroma of wine coming from the nostrils. The ink burned lazily on the couch, and the white jade-like fingers were holding the red clay pot, drinking.
"You came."
"… "
"sit."
Chu nightning went to the bamboo mat farthest from him, sat down, and closed his eyes.
The ink burned did not force him to come close, he was already a little drunk, and his pale face was a little red. He squinted his eyes, and there were some fine brilliance in the black to purple eyes. After another sigh, the ink burned his head and looked at the top beam of the carved dragon and painted phoenix, and his fingers tapped lightly on his knees.
He suddenly asked, "Will you still be a dick?"
Chu nightning's eyelashes moved slightly, but he finally said: "No."
The ink burned a little reluctantly: "What you did. It was that year... the year he left."
"I can't do it well." Chu nightning didn't have too much expression on his face, "You are right, that's Dong Shi's frown."
The ink burned and narrowed his eyes: "Are you recording the hatred of the book?"
"No."
"Then what if this seat orders you to do one now?"
Chu nightning did not speak, and the ink burned his eyes scorchingly, staring at him: "Ask you. If you want to make a copy now, would you still like it?"
"Even if I did." Chu nightning finally opened his eyes and looked at him coldly, "Can you eat?"
I didn't expect to be turned against the army, and there was a layer of blood on the ink burning cheeks, it seemed that the wine was surging, and it seemed to be anger. In short, the emotion in his eyes suddenly became very dazed, and after a while, he realized it. So he gritted his teeth and threw the wine cup off the case with an irritable clatter, and the fine pear blossoms sprinkled all over the floor.
The ink burned and stood up, and the figure was like a mountain. He stepped over the broken pottery, strode to Chu nightning, and grabbed the other side's shirt.
"You are good, Song Qiutong is good." Ta Xianjun gritted his teeth, "You, all of you have to find this seat unhappy."
He released Chu Wanning, lingering in the same place like a vulture, walking back and forth-
Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.
He turned his head and stared at Chu Wanning and asked, "When did you teach me to see the letter like this?"
Ta Xianjun is half drunk at this moment, and he has no reason to speak at all. He thinks where to talk about it.
"I don't remember anything at all."
The wrist was grabbed by a big cold hand, and Mo Ransheng dragged him and dragged him to the front of the bookcase. Lay out paper for grinding, and spread out a pile of books. The ink burned: "Write it to me. Teach me again."
Chu nightning had a low-grade fever, and he was so forced by him that he became more and more suffocated in anger, and blushed and coughed.
Mo Ran put the pen in his hand, and said gloomily and depressedly: "Write."
Impatiently urged: "Hurry up."
Chu nightning's spiritual core has been broken in the previous confrontation between master and apprentice, and his body has always been bad, so coughing and coughing, there will be blood in the throat -
The ink burned, staring at the bloodstains, and then slowly let go.
"It's just a letter and greeting, and what can it mean." Finally, Chu nightning stopped coughing, he sighed, and wiped the blood from his lips with a handkerchief.
He raised his eyes, took a breath, and looked at the ink burning: "In the past, you would write the beginning of every letter. But I'm afraid you haven't written for a long time, so you forgot."
"I... write a letter?" The ink burning black eyes stared at him, "To whom?" He was almost sullen: "Who am I writing to? Who else can I write to in this world? Hu make up Random fabrication... nonsense fabrication... nonsense!"
When the ink burned and said this, he was tired and frustrated, and his eyes flashed with a misty luster.
At that time, Chu nightning vaguely felt that something was wrong. But he didn't think much about it at that time, only when the ink burned was drunk and had a bad memory. So he just frowned and didn't answer.
In the study room of Wushan Hall, there is a letter box, and all the letters at the top of the dead will be locked in a Qiankun box for filing. The ink burned like a trapped beast in a cage for a few laps, and suddenly remembered the existence of the letter box, so he took out the dusty box and opened one long-term letter after another.
Most of those letters were written by disciples in the sect, and they were classified according to the elders they studied. Most of the people who wrote the letter had already died in the year of the ink-burning rebellion. Among them, Elder Yuheng had the fewest disciples, only three of them, so it was very convenient to find them. The ink burned quickly and turned to a stack of thick letters.
Trembling, he took it apart.
It is his handwriting that is good, immature and crooked, but he writes very seriously. Looking at each letter, each letter reads "Seeing the letter is like meeting, showing the letter Shu Yan."
Every one has it.
The ink-burning fingers are trembling, and the eyes are flashing with bizarre colors.
—
"Auntie, see the letter like meeting, show the letter Shu Yan."
"Sister Xun, see the letter as well, show the letter Shu Yan."
Those ancient titles made him tremble and made him covet. His pupils were narrow, long and slender, and dark clouds accumulated on his handsome face.
Chu nightning stood next to him, and he still didn't care at first, but later, the burning look made him feel strange... He couldn't help but lock his eyes in front of the desk. Crazy man.
A small terror stretched out a sharp beak, and slammed into the heart of Chu nightning.
Something is wrong.
He walked over slowly, watching the ink burning in the letterhead, dazed and crazy.
… where is wrong
"My mother is dead..." Suddenly, Mo Ran murmured and looked up at Chu Wanning, "Why would I write to her?"
Chu nightning watched his every move next to him, the kind of terror was chiseled in his heart, as if there was some bloody darkness about to break out of the shell.
Clouds descend.
It is strange to forget the greetings that have been written many times, but it is not impossible.
But I forgot so many letters I wrote, and I have no impression at all, which is too strange.
The ink burns still looking at it one by one: "Zhanxin Shuyan... Zhanxin Shuyan..." The glow in the dark to purple pupils is so painful and contradictory.
It does seem that some important memory is missing.
I could hear the sound of the hard shell about to crack.
Chu nightning condensed his breath, and his spine was almost numb. Apart from the two of them, there was no one else in the study room. In this dead silence, Chu Wanning moved his lips, and then said softly: "Don't you remember? You said at the beginning, although your mother can't receive the letter, but You still want to write to her."
The ink burned and looked up.
Chu nightning only felt that his blood was cold little by little, and he breathed into ice.
"The first title you learned to write is not your own name."
The ink burned and whispered: "What is that?"
"The first title you asked me to teach you to write was A-Niang."
There was lightning and thunder outside, and the wind howled fiercely, as if countless ghost claws slapped against the window, making the window paper mullions rattle.
A flash of lightning fell, and the world was utterly pale.
Emperor Treading Immortal murmured: "...You taught me?...Why don't I have any impression... Not at all."
The wind blew the forest trees bleak and fell down, the shadows swayed, and the mountains and courtyards were filled with grievous ghosts.
Chu nightning's face was pale, he stared at the ink closely, his eyes were like eagles: "You, don't remember?"
Heart beating like a drum.
A few silences, and the answer to him was that the ink burned almost confused and asked: "Remember what?"
Drum stop.
The tiny beak finally pecked through the shell, and the overwhelming terror rushed towards the only awake person in the house, and the waves crashed on the shore!
Chu nightning's scalp is numb - he doesn't remember? How could it not be remembered? !
At the beginning, Mo Ran said that he wanted to write a letter to his mother, and he wrote more than 300 letters, saying that he wanted to collect a thousand letters, and then burned it on the Yulan Bon Festival and burned it with his mother in the underworld...
More than three hundred letters, how could they be easily forgotten!
His lips trembled slightly, and suddenly he had an extremely terrifying conjecture. Chu nightning said dumbly: "You... do you remember what you said yourself when you first saw Tianwen?"
"What did I say?" Mo Ran said, "It's been a long time, how can I still remember it."
"You said that you also want such a divine martial arts." Chu nightning said, "You also want to have a day to ask..."
The drunk man asked him, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "What do I want God to do? Is it murder or interrogation?"
Chu nightning whispered: "Earthworms."
Back then, outside the red lotus water pavilion, the youth was young and green, holding an oil-paper umbrella with a smile and saying to him, "You can save earthworms."
But at this moment, Emperor Ta Xian narrowed his eyes like tigers and wolves, but he was at all puzzled: "What earthworms?"
Outside, thunder broke through the sky, and purple electricity penetrated the night.
A loud rumbling sound.
Chu night Ning suddenly pursed his lips, and the brown pupils trembled slightly.
Bianstone's chill.
That night, Mo Ran actually didn't do anything to Chu nightning. He really drank a little too much, and then he was in a daze with those letters.
Later, Mo Ran fell asleep in front of the case, and he was still muttering when he fell asleep: "What earthworms?... No earthworms..."
Suddenly, a strong wind blew open the window, and with a bang, the mountain wind mixed with the heavy rain poured in, and a few lights by the window were suddenly extinguished.
The house darkened.
Chu nightning stood beside Mo Ran, his lips and teeth were cold, and he looked down at the sleeping man. The uncertain thoughts in my mind are becoming more and more clear-why does Mo Ran not remember these scattered past events? Why selectively forget some of the pure past
Is it because of being drunk? Because of coincidence? Or... Someone deliberately erased the kindness in his heart.
Ta Xianjun, who was sleeping on the table, muttered softly: "cold..."
Chu nightning's blood was cold, his whole person was numb, and when he heard the ink burning that it was cold, he instinctively walked slowly to the window.
He raised his hand and closed the casement to block the wind and rain outside.
After doing this, Chu nightning didn't leave. He sighed and put his forehead on the Xuan window with the bat deer pattern, and the knuckles were white jade.
After a while, he slowly took out a wrinkled magic talisman from the front of his shirt.
Rising Dragon Charm.
He has no spiritual core, and Mo Ran feels that he can no longer use any spells, so he is too lazy to take away the talismans that Chu nightning once used.
In fact, it is not wrong for the ink to burn. Chu nightning bit the tip of his finger and dripped more than ten drops of blood, almost all of which penetrated the dragon talisman paper, and the little dragon above it floated out listlessly.
It exudes a weak light all over, and looks up weakly: "Ah... Chu nightning... long time no see..."
The little dragon was a little unsteady, and the dragon's claws took a few steps on the paper, and then collapsed back to the paper with a clatter. It was a little aggrieved and at a loss: "Why didn't you find this seat for so long? Why did you only give this seat a little spiritual energy... Well, it's really spiritual energy... It's not even spiritual power... What's wrong with you?"
"It's a long story, let's not talk about it." Chu nightning gently caught it and put it on the palm of his hand, "Please, do me a favor."
"There's something Zhong Wuyan, there's nothing Xia Yingchun." Xiaolong sighed, but its power is closely related to Chu Wanning, so it doesn't even have much strength to complain. What do you want me to do for you next time?"
Chu nightning took it and put it on the side of the sleeping ink burning ear.
Fingers clenched into fists, not into the palm. Chu nightning's originally ugly face became paler: "Go try your best to see if there is any magic spell on him that shouldn't be there."
In fact, the splendid and docile boy at the beginning, who was reluctant to kill earthworms, turned out to be the devil in the end.
As a master, how could he not have the slightest suspicion
Watching the apprentice kill Xue Zhengyi, Madam Wang, Jiang Xi and Ye Wangxi.
Slaughtered all the Confucianism.
Tread all the bones.
He watched the ink burn and kill, watched the ink burn with blood on his hands, his face was covered with blood, and he looked back at himself while standing in the pile of dead people.
While he was sad, why didn't he feel weird
Mo Ran was not such a person.
But when the little paper dragon tried his best to smear a spell shape on the paper for Chu nightning, even though he was prepared, Chu nightning was still stunned.
Love Trick.
There is actually a love formula on the ink burning? ! !
After Xiaolong finished drawing the spell, he lost his last strength. It turned into a wisp of blue smoke and disappeared into the rising dragon again. Chu nightning is obsessed with the thin piece of paper, as if there are rocks in the skull cracking, destroying the dead.
But reluctantly calmed down, after watching it repeatedly, Chu nightning found that the image of this love art was wrong-
It turned out to be upside down.