The two of them are talking about something interesting, and they have a relaxed and lively smile on each other's faces. Xue Meng even raised his hand to put a small flower with yellow and white petals in the hair of the teacher, and was picked off by the teacher. Just laughed out loud.
"Ah, Master?"
It was too late to dodge. When Xue Meng turned his head, he caught a glimpse of him. He was stunned at first, and then happily said: "It's rare to see Master so late." As he said, he came forward.
The teacher also followed with a smile, and said gently and politely: "Ask the teacher."
Chu nightning couldn't say anything for a while. He wanted to agree calmly, but before he spoke, his eyes were red. Fortunately, the night was very deep and there was enough darkness to cover him.
Xue Meng was quite curious as a cat: "Where is the master going?"
"Follow..." The voice came out, but it was unbelievably hoarse. He hurriedly shut his mouth, coughed, and paused for a while before saying, "Just walk."
After a while, I couldn't help but ask another question.
"what about you?"
"My teacher and I just came back from Wuchang Town. I bought a lot of delicious food." When I mentioned this, Xue Meng seemed very happy. "There is a temple fair today, which is very lively."
In exchange for Chu Wanning of this era, this conversation should end here.
Chu nightning will not have too much interest in understanding what these young people are doing, what food they bought, and why they are so happy.
At that time, he was indifferent, and he was detached from everyone, and didn't like to take a look at other people's private affairs and trivial matters.
But today's Chu nightning, I feel that Xue Meng is good, whether it is a teacher, every word, every look, and even every light and shadow in their eyes are precious.
He wanted to look a few more times and listen a few more words.
This is something he can never get in his own world.
So he asked, "What did you buy?"
"Do you want to see it, Master?" Xue Meng happily went to turn over his Qiankun bag and presented a treasure, "Guodan skin, pine nut cake, sweet-scented osmanthus candy..."
Counting ramble, suddenly holding a handful of sweet-scented osmanthus, all of them were given to Chu Wanning.
"Buy too much, and give these to Master."
The teacher also rummaged through his bag, but he didn't seem to buy a few things. He rummaged and couldn't find anything that he could get his hands on, and his ears were a little red.
"… "
Chu nightning said: "Don't give it to me again." He picked two or three candies and returned the rest to Xue Meng. Under the moonlight, his eyes were almost moist and gentle.
"Enough is enough."
He knew that the door of life and death in time and space would close at any time, he had already overdrawn the power of Nine Songs, and it would not be easy to open it again. What's more, there is only one night of morning light over there, and it is too late to go back, for fear of being noticed by Ta Xianjun.
Holding down his difficult mood, he asked: "Where is the ink burning? Didn't you stay with you?"
The two looked at each other, Xue Meng said: "I didn't see him after lunch."
The junior sister also said: "He hasn't been with us very much these days, maybe he has something to do."
Chu nightning went to the disciple's room, but there was no one in the room, and he went to the temple fair to find it, but he couldn't see it. Seeing the time wasted, not only became more anxious.
He frowned and thought about it for a long time, and suddenly, he recalled something.
He thought about it.
Should the ink burn go...
After thinking about it halfway, he stopped thinking about it. The thought that came up like a flame made him uncomfortable. His face slowly sank, and his knuckles couldn't help but pinch.
—
He remembered a place that Mo Ran often went to when he first went astray.
After half an hour, Chu nightning stood outside a red and purple carved lacquered wooden building, with a red plaque hanging on the building and the four characters of Xiantao Huijun.
This is the famous Xiantao Building in the nearby Liyuan Garden. At this time, the night is already deep, but the splendor of Hualou has just begun. There are passengers coming in from left and right, most of them are greasy-looking men, little students with fat and powder, and Chu Wanning has a cold face and a straight back, which looks out of place in the crowd.
"Guest officer, please come in."
"Let's take a walk and have a look. Today there are famous actors who are acting as actors. Famous actors from Xiangtan can sing as well as Xun Feng was weak in the past, and dance as well as Duan Yi's cold dance. Eighty essays per session, plus ten essays in the front row—"
At the door, the servant was shouting at the top of his voice, and a young man who was shaking a literati fan happened to pass by, and mocked: "It's really shameless, what a famous actress, and you dare to challenge the two Lexian Duan Xun."
"That's right, the face of the eighty essays is as famous as Xun Fengwei, and eight hundred gold is not enough for Xun Feng weak."
"This rotten theater is cheating money again!" A watchman passed by, scratching his armpit and laughing.
Chu nightning couldn't understand, and he had a headache when he heard it. He simply raised his hand to lift the curtain and entered the building. There is a high knot of silk lamps, and there is a lot of noise. Some people are listening to the play, some people are drunk, and some people are floating in the glamorous tenderness smeared by rouge oil.
The actor's golden voice is beautiful, and the little servant's muscles are springing.
On the stage on the first floor, the imperial concubine was drunk and full of flowers. The actor's gestures and gestures were all soft and mournful, and even the spectators at the bottom were moved with endless sighs.
"well!"
"One more time!!"
Chu nightning was so fragrant and fragrant that the pungent fat powder frowned, and his face was gloomy. The phoenix eyes swept over and looked around, but the young man was nowhere to be seen.
He thought, did he guess the wrong place again
At this time, the bustard, who was too busy to get away, noticed him, and like a colorful butterfly, he walked towards him gracefully, opened a pair of mouths smeared with red red Danxia, and greeted with a smile:
"This young man, please take your seat when you listen to the play, and take a look in the back room of Xun Huan."
Chu nightning glanced at her: "Looking for someone."
"Looking..." The bustard condensed, his smile fell, and his eyes turned cold.
Chu nightning sighed and took off the ring around his waist, which was the beautiful jade gifted to him by the emperor stepping on the fairy, and the tentacles were warm. He handed the jade to the bustard and repeated, "Look for someone."
The bustard took it, and when she looked left and right, she saw a stream of bright colors, which made her eyes light up.
She put away the jade with a light cough, and smiled again, more abundant and fuller than before: "Who is the son looking for?"
"A young man who looks fifteen or sixteen years old." Chu nightning said, "The surname is Mo."
On the third floor, Feirong Pavilion is decorated with gorgeous carpets and graceful carvings. It's no wonder that many people are willing to buy and get drunk all night, just throw the money, and the actress and beauty will make up a poppy-like dream, and many heroes will turn into bones. If the long night can be spent like this and sent away with tenderness, who would be willing to face the desolation of life and the pain of reality
"That's it." The bustard raised his long and narrow fingers stained with cardamom and turned over the wooden sign with the word "Rong Jiu" carved on the door.
She raised her eyes, thoughtfully, looked at Chu Wanning thoughtfully, and said, "The son is not busy first, wait for the slave family to call Jiu'er out, and then invite the son to the house to talk with friends."
"… "
Even the bustard could see that he cared about him.
Chu nightning closed his eyes: "Trouble you."
She went in, and there seemed to be someone speaking in the room, which was broken.
After a while, she came out again, followed by a small waiter, Chu nightning glanced, the cheek of the man named Rong Jiu was still red, and the side looked quite familiar, it seemed to be very similar to someone. Rong Jiu bowed lowly to him and left with the bustard. Chu nightning pushed the door and entered, and what caught his eye was a red, purple and purple color, which made people's scalp numb. There is no incense in the house, but there is a smell of wine. The ink burned on the cheeks, lying on the side of the bed, and the slender fingers were still playing with the red tassels attached to the small clay pot. The bed was also red and messy. It's better not to think about what happened to this.
He walked over, like frost and snow, standing in this piece of spring love that was incompatible with himself.
"Well... Master is here?"
"… "
"Want to sit down and have a glass of wine? Lihuabai, good wine. I'm sure you haven't tasted it."
Chu nightning said: "You are drunk."
The ink burned and smiled, seeing the man in white walking to his bed. He was really drunk, and suddenly he stretched out his hand, boldly, to drag Chu Wanning's girdle.
"It's alright to be drunk. If you are drunk, you are not afraid of the sky and the earth. Come and come, it's a long night, it's better to make a fool of yourself."
Chu nightning didn't say anything, just lifted the young man's ink from the bed that was like a sea of red and glamorous, and the blue veins on his hands were slightly convex. He is a man with the demeanor of a master, and he is still solemn and solemn at this time, but the trembling of his fingertips betrays his heart.
He closed his eyes and said softly: "The ink burns."
The drunken boy said "uh", still not knowing why, even with a heartless smile.
Chu nightning said hoarsely: "I am late."
He pressed his forehead against it and moved his fingertips lightly, and the pain was extremely painful in an instant—
In the pain of tearing flesh and blood, a handful of divine weapons came into the world, Begonia flowers and trees, tail tips rolled up, and seven strings streamed. A good Shenmu Guqin.
Chu Xiaoning bit his back molars and let Shenwu temporarily transfer his strong spiritual power to him. This kind of spiritual power is a joke to fight against the emperor, but it is enough for him to perform many spells.
He pressed the burning forehead to himself and closed his eyes.
Then he felt... There was indeed the breath of the eight bitter and eternal hatred flowers in the burning body, and he seemed to see a black double-petaled flower, which was rooting in the heart, and the roots were buried deep along the blood vessels.
This is the flower of eternal hatred.
is the source of all evil.
Chu nightning took a deep breath, recited the mantra silently according to the ancient book, and then slammed the word, almost doing his best to shout:
"Soul Broken!"
Chu night Ning suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold light suddenly appeared in the pupil.
Changshenhua can only be restrained by the power of the soul, and as the book said, he cut off half of his own soul, and passed it from the forehead of the two to the ink-burning body.
The surrounding wind suddenly gusted, and the nine songs actually made the sound of a phoenix.
Great spirit.
Ink burning... Ink burning...
In the past, Master did not protect you well.
Now, I am here to save you.
I will cross you.
The shredded soul turned into wisps of white dust and smoke, flowing non-stop.
Ink burning is absent, and Chu nightning is extremely painful.
The amount is constant.
I will cross you...
The last ray of light disappeared, and the two suddenly lost their strength. Chu nightning let go of his hand, and the ink burned heavily and fell back to the bed.
Jiuge was also gone, hiding back in the bones and blood of Chu Wanning. Having suddenly lost half of his Earth Soul, it is extremely difficult for him to maintain the stability of Shenwu.
Chu nightning sat beside the couch, slowly closed his eyes, his face was so pale, and his lips were no longer bloody. But his heart was relieved and relaxed.
He finally made the first step to change his horoscope.
Use the power of the soul to interfere with the eight bittersweet flowers that have not yet been deeply rooted, so as not to let the ink burn again.
Back in time. He finally protected him.
Chu nightning can't stay for a long time. The first thing he has to do is to prevent the ink from being swallowed up by the eternal hate flower. This has been done, and then he has to do the second thing.
He didn't know how capable the person behind the scenes was. Although that person couldn't tear apart the cracks in time and space yet, it was always right to be cautious.
- He wants to ensure that if disaster strikes again, he can restore the memory of his previous life and fight against it in time.
So the second thing is to find the self of the year.
All the screaming forbidden spells of the red lotus water pavilion were of no use to him, and he easily came inside. He stood in front of the half-open Xuan window and looked at the man in white who was already asleep on the table.
Yeyoushen has done half of it and is still painting it.
… It would be nice if the troubles in the world were just dealing with these little devils.
Chu nightning put the half of the soul that he had torn into the body of this red dust.
Originally, this soul was his own, so those who fell asleep would not feel uncomfortable at all. He watched the white and translucent light drift past, and a gentle radiance was enveloped around "self". Slowly, the brilliance went out, and the wind blew over, blowing the drawings on the hand of "Chu Wanning" to the ground.
"If there is another catastrophe, the ink burning should not be your enemy." He stood by the window and said softly to the people inside, "Now my spiritual core is broken and my soul is separated. I can only do this. One step can't change our era, but you can."
The people in the house were not awake.
"I divided the weakest soul of the three souls into two halves, half for you, and half for the ink. If your life is smooth, the two halves of the soul will not have much influence on you. But if the eight bitterness grows If hatred continues to invade, or there is chaos in the world, then I will try to reunite the soul."
If he did not predict wrong, the moment when the souls overlapped, the eight bitter and eternal hatred in the ink-burning body would be completely destroyed and removed. And he will also restore the memory of the previous life after the soul of the earth merges into one.
Chu nightning said: "Don't blame me for assigning these things to you. If you can, I hope you don't have to think about it, but..."
He didn't say any more, just sighed softly.
Then he did the third thing.
This thing was the last barrier - he went to find the guilt. He handed it over to Gui Gui, a censer that he had been refining for a long time.
In that incense burner, he applied the technique of merging souls. This kind of secret technique will absorb the deepest memory in his subconscious, to stimulate the two halves of the torn soul to reunite again.
Chu nightning is not very clear about what his deepest memories are. He felt that there were too many. Maybe it was a big battle when the master and apprentice broke up, maybe it was the experience of being made into a blood drip after being defeated by Mo Ran, or maybe it was the first time the pain of being humiliated under Mo Ran. Too much. Sometimes people don't even see themselves clearly.
He instructed Gui Gui to seal the incense burner in the cave of Longxueshan. If you see a difference in the red dust, you must bring yourself and the ink to this place together.
After doing all this, Chu nightning's time has come. Time and space have the power of self-healing. If it is not destructively torn, the gap will be closed.
In fact, he really wanted to stay here, in this clean, peaceful world where nothing had happened.
But Chu nightning knows that he does not belong here, and he will not do things that violate the morality of the forbidden art for his own selfishness and greed for warmth.
he left.
Leaving Jiangshan's good dreams to stay away from behind and never look back.
"Master Chu."
Returning to his own era, Chu Xiaoning just came out of the cracks in the back mountain and covered up the traces of spiritual power, and saw a man in red on the bluestone trail. It was the old slave Liu Gong who served the ink burn closely.
"Where is the master? Teach Your Majesty to find it."
Chu nightning asked: "What about others?"
"In the red lotus water pavilion."
When looking for the past, Mo Ran was sitting under the wisteria trellis with his eyes closed, and when he saw him coming in, he slowly raised his face. Wave to him slightly.
"come over."
Chu nightning pursed his lips, and his expression was indifferent as usual: "The song is not as good as it is? It's gone so early."
"There is nothing unsatisfactory." Mo Ran said, "It's just a few tones. Tired."
The sleeves of the robe opened, and Chu nightning raised his hand into his arms, and the ink burned and did not ask where he went. After all, Chu nightning has always been tame, and it would be strange if he stayed in the waterside and didn't move.
He forced Chu Xiaoning to sit on his own lap, kissed the cheek of the man in his arms, and then buried it in the man's neck.
"I just had a dream." "Huh?"
"...In my dream, it was you who taught me how to write."
Chu nightning was stunned, and his heartbeat suddenly stalled. But at this moment, Ta Xianjun is indulging in self-remembering, and he is unable to extricate himself, so he does not notice his strangeness, and just continues to speak, his tone is light, but with some plain sadness that even he himself has not noticed.
"One word, I didn't write it four or five times. You were very angry, but you didn't give up on me." Mo Ran said, "Later you held my hand, and there were flowers floating in from the window. I saw..."
He was so indulged in that big dream that he didn't even call himself this seat anymore.
The ink burned for a while, and the expression was so young for a moment.
"I saw it was written on the paper, seeing the letter like meeting, showing the letter Shu Yan."
When he said this, he suddenly grinned. That smile could not be said to be comforting or hideous.
"This kind of thing can only be seen in a dream."
He looked up and met the eyes of Chu Wanning's full of worries, and gradually, he regained the coldness that belonged to Stepping Xianjun: "Do you know why this seat suddenly wants to see you?"
"… "
Reached out and touched Chu Wanning's cool cheeks.
"In that dream, you looked very good." Stepping Xianjun said lightly, "I can't even forget it when I see it. So I want to see the real you."
Chu nightning lowered his eyes.
"I'm afraid I don't hate you, I want to hate you." Mo Ran said, "Otherwise I..."
Suddenly speechless, what else
Otherwise, I will no longer be able to forgive myself, or I will not know how to move forward, or I will not know how to continue this broken life.
I have to hate you, I haven't changed and I haven't hated wrong.
"Wanning." He finally closed his eyes and sighed, "After all, there are only me and you left in this world."
For a time, the heart was twisted like a knife, and Chu Ning was about to speak, and suddenly felt that he stepped on the air from the edge of the cliff, slipped and fell, and suddenly woke up!
Chu night Ning suddenly opened his eyes, and what hit the pupil was pitch black. He could hear his own drum-like heartbeat, sweating coldly, and the depressing and cold face of the emperor stepping on the immortal seemed to be still in front of him.
He was trembling all over, panting slightly, the influx of past life memories made the hairs stand on his back and made him tremble.
Adam's apple twitching, where is he...
where is he…
Why can't you see it? Why is everything in front of me black
Confused, after a while, Chu nightning finally vaguely remembered the things about Longxueshan.
He slowly reacted back to God and murmured: "Ink burning..."
At this moment, his cheek was suddenly touched by a warm and soft palm.
The hand grabbed his chin, extended its thumb, and rubbed his lips. Chu nightning heard a voice that had obviously applied a voice change, and smiled softly at him.
"Wait for you for a long time, you finally woke up."