The next day Mo Ran woke up, and I didn't remember so clearly what happened after being drunk.
But he doesn't remember, Chu nightning will not forget.
After that day, he knocked on the side and confirmed that Mo Ran really lost his memory of many past events, so he became more and more uneasy. It took him a long time, and then he finally found a record of this formation from a Book of Medicine Book in the Book Pavilion on the Top of the Dead.
The light poured in from the window: "Eight bitter and eternal hatred..."
Fingertips rubbed the dark black lines depicted on the scroll, and Chu nightning took out the spell drawn by Xiaolong. The two were exactly the same.
It was a black heart. At first glance, it was easy to identify it as a love formula, but the love formula is that there is a sesame-sized white space on the left side of the heart, and this one is reversed and is on the right.
The traces of the spell displayed by Xiaolong correspond to the effect of the spell, so it seems that this may be a flower Gu that is similar to the Love Art, but has the opposite effect
In the empty and uninhabited scripture pavilion, the ancient books are mixed with ancient magic texts, which is not so easy to understand. Although Chu nightning is somewhat involved in the magic text, it still looks very difficult and obscure.
He read word by word very slowly, but every time he understood a sentence, he was even more astonished.
"Eight bittersweet flowers, devil seed." The water color thin lips opened lightly, Chu nightning whispered, "It is said that thousands of years ago, Gou Chen Shanggong was brought into the world from the devil domain."
On the book is painted a seed with a strange appearance, next to it is a drop of blood and a thin wisp of smoke.
"This kind of cultivation is very difficult. It takes ten years of drip irrigation with demon blood, and then a strand of the owner's soul can be sprouted and bloomed."
Chu nightning murmured: "It takes demon blood and the soul of the owner to grow? But in this world... where is there pure demon."
However, the literature may not be completely correct, and there is no need to study it carefully.
He then looked down, and saw a heart painted on the silk, with a double-petaled flower in full bloom on the right of the heart. Next to this commentary, there is another complicated rune: "This magic flower, soil cultivation will not survive, hydroponics will not survive, see the sky but not live, see the ground but not live, only the human heart can support it."
Chu nightning was surprised, this is actually a flower seed that can only be opened in the heart
Looking down, it's even more shocking.
The meaning of what is written on the silk book is roughly that once a person's heart is planted with the flower of eight bitterness and eternal hatred, he will go through three stages.
In the first stage, the host is not too different from the past, but will gradually begin to be emotionally depressed, easily speculate on others with malicious intent, and begin to gradually forget some good memories. At this stage, although it is difficult to remove the flower of eight bitterness and eternal regret, as long as it is discovered in time, the effect can be slowly suppressed. If the situation is good, the flower of eternal regret will eventually fall into dormancy, and it will be difficult to work again.
But if it is not discovered at this time, then according to the host itself, it will take ten or eight years to slow down, and only need the emotional intensification of a major event, and the flower of eight bitterness and eternal hatred will grow to the second stage.
At this stage, the host will begin to quickly forget all pure memories related to "pure", "tenderness" and "hope", and will repeatedly recall the ups and downs, setbacks, malice and bullying experienced in life.
There are eight sufferings in life, life, old age, sickness, death, resentment, love, parting, and five yin chi, and they will all be remembered by the host.
Deep into the bone marrow.
Chu nightning read here, his face is white and frosty.
Ink burning... Isn't that the case
He forgot his wish when he was a teenager, he forgot the letters he wrote stroke by stroke, and he no longer had such a clear impression of his mother.
He continued to look down, and at the third stage, the host would become bloodthirsty, violent, and irrational...
He will take revenge a thousand times over for the suffering he has suffered in the past.
In front of Chu nightning's eyes, it seemed that the ink burned in the sea of blood of the Confucianism door, and one hand was filled with spiritual power and slammed into the monk's body.
Fingers full of blood, he took out his heart abruptly and crushed it.
How many people are crying and begging for mercy, there are corpses everywhere, but the ink burns just a long laugh, with a fierce and crazy luster in his eyes, and a sentence is constantly read in his mouth:
"If you hit three feet, you can't ask for a zhang... You can't ask for a zhang!"
Fierce, mad, evil, hideous.
Why does the ink burn become like this
It wasn't that I didn't have the slightest doubt at the time, but the effect of the Eight Sufferings and Eternal Grief Flower was progressive and deepened, and the most crucial point was - it was written on the silk - this kind of magic flower would not breed for no reason. Tyranny, but will expand the host's own hatred and desire.
In other words, these hatreds and desires really belong to the ink, and no one has wronged him.
Mo Ran really thought about slaughtering the Confucianism Gate, really thought about being independent in the world, and really hated and resented Chu Wanning, but this emotion may only be a moment, maybe it's just buried deep in my heart, and even myself has been forgotten. of a fantasy.
It's just that the flower of eight bitterness and eternal hatred will dig out all the hatred in his heart and put it into practice.
In this way, in the eyes of outsiders, although the host who has fallen in with the Flower of Everlasting Hate is insane, but the hatred is justified and well-founded, rather than a sudden change in temperament and a completely different person. People will feel that "he slowly became like this because of hatred", instead of thinking "he gradually became like this because of a curse".
Because of this, almost no one can easily find the Eight Sufferings and Eternal Grief Flowers in the ink burning body, and when others find it, it is often in the second and third stages, and it is absolutely impossible to remove or contain it. .
After Chu nightning read this record, he couldn't come back to his senses for a long time.
What kind of feeling do you have in your heart
surprise? regret? anger? fear? Or regret...
he does not know.
He was sitting on the slightly dilapidated floor of the Library Pavilion due to its disrepair and disrepair. It was the afternoon, and the sun was still warm, but when it shone on him, it couldn't bring back the slightest heat.
Chu nightning sat in the book volume for a long time. He felt that there was a person who could not see or touch standing behind him. That person smiled faintly, and the ghosts and undead were entrenched, watching their actions from behind the scenes. One move, one word.
He lowered his head again and looked at the sentence written on the silk—
"In the first stage, if it is discovered in time, although the flower of everlasting regret is difficult to remove, it can be contained, and the host will not lose its original intention."
This sentence, Chu nightning went back and forth, and repeated it countless times.
In the end, he was stunned to find that water droplets were dripping and slowly smudged on the silk. He stretched out his cold hand and tried to wipe the water stain.
But before his hand touched the silk face, he instinctively turned to his face, covering his wet eyelashes and his trembling eyelids.
It's his fault, it's his fault. It's because he has always been arrogant and regards his own face as more important than anything else, and because he doesn't want to say anything openly and honestly.
If discovered in time...
No, lose your mind.
But after so many years, he didn't notice anything. The so-called Yuheng Beidou Xianzun in the night, but he didn't even notice that his apprentice became the host of the magic flower. It was his loneliness and bad words that finally caused Mo Ran to go on the road alone and go to the vastness. Long night, involved in blood feud.
How can he have the face to occupy the honorable position, how can he have the face to be burned by the ink to call him "Master"
If discovered in time.
A word is like a nightmare, like a curse lingering in his ears, he is stabbed on his back like a choke, and he is extremely shocked - he is a teacher in vain.
Looking back at this time, how long has the ink burning abnormality been? It's not a year or two, so many years accompanied by day and night, the ink burns from the shy and bright boy at the beginning, bit by bit, engulfed by darkness, bit by bit by blood and rain.
And as his master, he has been to this day—until everything is irreversible, and it is difficult to look back. Until this time, I only know with hindsight... He is like a floating boat, and he hates it very much. - He is a teacher in vain! !
On that day, Chu nightning didn't know how to pick up his emotions, how to slowly walk out of the library and walk in the empty bamboo forest at the top of death and life.
I don't know how I got back to the red lotus water pavilion, under the wisteria trellis, everything was messed up. He sat there alone, from the sun to the evening.
Later, a person entered his field of vision.
The man was broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, with a dignified appearance. He stepped on the sunset all over the ground, holding a floating light in his hand, and walked slowly towards the water pavilion.
Chu nightning was in a trance and couldn't react for a while, who was coming, and what year was it today. That tall and handsome man, in his eyes, overlapped with the boy in his memory—
He remembered that when he was a teacher for a month, Mo Ran carried a small mud pot wrapped in bamboo and rattan, and rushed to the red lotus waterside to find himself.
The young man ran too fast, his cheeks were flushed, he was panting, and his eyes were surprisingly bright.
"Master, I tasted a particularly delicious wine at the foot of the mountain. I beat a little, and I invite you to drink it."
Chu nightning asked: "You haven't taken over the assignment, where did you get the money?"
The ink burned and grinned: "Ask my uncle to borrow it."
"...why waste money."
"Because the master likes me." The ink burned with a smile, holding the jug in both hands and handing it to Chu Wanning, "I also like the master."
Chu nightning still remembers his embarrassment and embarrassment at that time.
The young man's gesture was too intense, he felt like a hot potato and couldn't hold it.
He waved his sleeves and scolded: "Nonsense, what do you like or not like. Don't talk about it in the future."
"Well... that's fine." The teenager scratched his head, "But if I eat well and drink well, I will definitely think of Master, and I want to taste it with Master."
"...I've never had a drink."
The ink burned and smiled: "Then you have to try it? Maybe the master is massive."
Chu nightning pursed his lips, took the jug, opened it, tentatively smelled it, and opened his eyes slightly.
"Is it fragrant?"
"Um."
"Haha, hurry up and have a drink."
Chu nightning took a sip, although it was strong, but the taste was mellow, and the lips and teeth were filled with fragrant fragrance, and Chu nightning couldn't help but take a sip: "It's good, what's the wine called?"
The ink burned and grinned: "This is called pear blossom white."
This was the first wine he had ever drunk in his life, and he murmured and repeated, "Pear Flower White... It's a good name."
Mo Ran was very happy: "If the master likes it, I will be able to accept the appointment in the future, and I will make two money. I will buy it for the master to drink every day."
Chu nightning took another sip, and glanced at him, his expression still indifferent: "Then you may not be able to save your money."
The ink burned and smiled: "No need to save, all I earn are used to buy things for the master and uncle and aunt."
Chu nightning did not say a word, but faintly felt a crack in the heart, and there were traces of sweetness oozing out. In order not to let the ink burn out of his joy, so as not to make people feel that "the elder Yuheng can buy it with a glass of wine", he continued to hold the wine pot calmly and drink it coldly.
Next to him is the newly received little apprentice chattering. Chu nightning is sometimes surprised that his indifference is a wall to anyone.
Only this guy jumped over the wall happily, and still touched the back of his head and looked around like no one else.
Afraid of being a fool.
Here, Mo Ran was thinking about what to buy to honor the master in the future, and asked, "Does the master like to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"
"Um."
"What about the lotus cake?"
"Um."
"Where's the sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root?"
"Um."
The dimples burned by the ink became more and more sweet. He smiled and said: "Master really likes sweet things."
Chu nightning is not good this time. He probably finally realized that sweets are not in line with his always cold appearance.
He took another sip of wine, and because he was annoyed, he took a rather heroic sip. Although the wine was sweet and mellow, it was still a bit rushed, and he choked on it.
Helpless to be embarrassed, Chu nightning felt that it was shameful to be choked on drinking, so he forcibly endured not coughing, endured it, and the pungency in the throat became more intense, which made his eyes, tails, and nose even feel a little hairy. red.
The young man beside him is still ambitious, talking about his unimaginative future, with a hint of heroic shortness of breath: "Then I will buy it all for Master, and I will collect delicious food from all over the world, compile it into a booklet, and then accompany him. Let the master eat all over the world, and then..."
He smiled and turned back, suddenly startled.
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
Chu nightning: "..."
As a teacher, if you are choked on the drink brought by your apprentice, isn't it a big joke
Hold on, don't cough.
As a result, the end of his eyes became more and more red, and there was even a mist of water vapor in his eyes.
The ink burned a little bit at a loss: "Did I say something wrong? Master, why are you crying?"
"… "
Chu nightning stared at him, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he was a little angry.
Mo Ran didn't feel his anger, and after a while, he seemed to understand a little bit, and his tone became very gentle: "Did no one buy it for Master to eat before?"
Chu nightning's anger is even more.
The ink burned to himself: "Actually, for a while, I couldn't eat anything, and I was starving to death. Later, I met a little brother on the road and gave me a pot of sweet rice porridge... I also like sweet Yes, but no one could buy it for me before."
This young man has the talent to push himself and others, and finally firmly believes that Chu nightning is red eyes because of being moved.
He took Chu nightning's hand.
This is really unexpected. Chu nightning grows so big, except for the situation of teaching others spells by hand, only holding his hand with guilt. He was surprised to be pulled by a newly recruited disciple so rashly and unruly.
He was about to get angry, but when he raised his eyes, he saw his little accident. He was looking up at a handsome and childish young face, and said seriously:
"Master, when I'm ready, I'll buy you candy."
The corners of the boy's brows and eyes were soft.
"I'll buy you the best candy, enough. My aunt taught me to repay."
I haven't been to school well, I've been hanging out in the restaurant for a long time, and my speech is always in such a strange tone, and some words are always ridiculous.
However, Chu nightning knew that he was scalded at that time. He stared at the ink and looked at Xu Yu, and suddenly lowered his eyes and stopped talking.
After a long time, the wine finally slowed down, and Chu nightning coughed a little uncomfortably, and said lightly: "Don't talk about stupid things in the future. And..." It was also suddenly curious, he asked, "I have something I want to ask you."
"Master, just say it."
Chu nightning hesitated, and finally asked a little embarrassedly: "At that time, there were so many people in front of Tongtian Tower, why did they worship me?"
The young man burned his mouth to speak—
But at this moment, the memory was suddenly interrupted.
Treading Xianjun carried the wine jug, stood in front of Chu nightning, who had been stunned, raised a finger and poked his forehead.
"What's wrong?"
Chu nightning's eyes slowly gained focus at this time, and he looked at the ink burning in front of him.
His face was pale and his expression gloomy. Although he was still handsome, he couldn't hide the tyranny in his bones. A pair of eagle eyes like a beast.
No longer the hot boy he used to be.
it's already over.
He suddenly felt very tired, very, very tired. It is the extreme loss and pain that I have never experienced since I was under house arrest for so long.
He was so conflicted that he didn't even know how to face the man in front of him.
Chu nightning turned his face.
A cool big hand grabbed his chin and pulled his face over. The light and shadow in the phoenix eyes flowed, reflecting the last trace of red in the sky, and also reflected in the thick darkness, stepping on the slightly gloomy face of Xianjun: "Are you still angry?"
Chu nightning closed his eyes, for a long time, his throat was hoarse: "No."
"The fever has subsided?" Before Chu Wanning answered, Mo Ran let go of his chin, probed his forehead, and then took care of himself, "Well, back."
He sat down, patted the seal of the wine jar, and said, "Since the illness is cured, the anger has subsided. Let's have a good drink with this seat today."
"… "
Knowing clearly that there is an invisible man behind the scenes behind Step Xianjun, knowing that the seemingly peaceful peak of life and death is actually in danger, knowing that it should not be stunned by the grass, and it should not be different.
But when the wine was poured out, the ink burned lightly: "Pear Huabai, your favorite wine." He was still stunned.
The aroma wafts out, as if from the world, as if it were an illusion.
It was also the first wine he drank in his life.
I will never forget it in my life.
Chu nightning raised his eyes and looked at the person who poured the wine. He knew that Mo Ran must have forgotten this past. He suddenly had a dull pain in his heart, and his throat was sore, so he picked up the wine cup and drank it all at once.
The wine is too strong, and if you drink it like this, you will choke.
But this time, Chu nightning no longer had any scruples, even as if he had caught the floating grass in the torrent, he coughed violently, his eyes were red, his eyelashes were wet, and even tears finally fell—
The ink burned slightly, and there seemed to be a momentary trance in the eyes.
However, he quickly narrowed his eyes and grinned unhurriedly: "What's wrong with Master? Why are you crying?"
Chu nightning endured, even if it was heartbreaking, even if it was extremely tormented, even if the truth was known, nothing could be done.
Or pull out the Everlasting Flower.
Or find out who's behind it.
Or die yourself.
Before that, he knew he had to endure it.
Pretending to know nothing, pretending to be extremely angry, Chu nightning closed his eyes, stretched his back, and said dumbly: "Wine."
The ink burned slowly and said: "The wine is too rushed?"
Chu night Ning did not answer, and filled a cup, drinking into the lungs, burning all the way.
"Why did you worship me?"
He opened his dense eyes and looked into the distance. In the twilight, the Babel Tower still stood solemnly. It's just that the young man who smiled and said, "Because I like you and think you are kind." will never come back.
There are eight sufferings in life.
Birth and death. love parting. Can't ask. resentment meeting. Five Yin Chi.
It's called eternal hatred.
There have been so many opportunities to perceive the truth, but he has missed them all, and when he finally realized the real reason for the distortion of the burning heart, he has become a waste and can't do anything.
At night, Chu Wanning watched Mo Ran sleeping beside his pillow, and the once pure face was covered with a layer of coldness, and his face was white like paper.
He hated and resented.
When the ink burned and he swayed his sword, he also had a chill, and when the ink burned forcing himself to squat, he also died.
But in the long night, it was desolate and clear.
He was lying beside the Emperor Treading Immortal, and Chu nightning, who finally knew the truth, only felt that the past hatred, resentment, chilling, and death, were all so absurd.
The ink burned has already been poisoned, and all this is not his original intention at all.
The all-powerful Emperor Treading Immortal has long been imprisoned by iron chains and bound by iron chains. As a master, I can't do anything.
Because he didn't know how many eyes were watching behind him, he couldn't tell the truth to anyone.
He can't even show any mercy and reconciliation to the ink burning. He could only hate, resent, and die coldly.
Only in the dead of night, in the Wushan Temple, deep in the Su Mu, when the ink burned and fell asleep, Chu Wanning could get up and caress the pale face of the ink burning.
Can only say softly: "I'm sorry, it's the master who didn't protect you well."