In the main hall of Jiaoshan, a bean lantern was lit.
Nangong Liu curled up beside the throne and slept soundly, with two unfinished oranges on hand.
Suddenly, a slender figure appeared at the corner, and a shadow fell on Nangong Liu, approaching slowly. The man's footsteps were extremely slow, he was lighting a stick, and a snow-white silk cloth was worn on the bridge of his soft nose, which completely covered his eyes.
"Well..." Xu Shi's voice on the ground disturbed Nangong Li. He woke up from a light sleep, rubbed his eyes, and said blankly, "Ah, it's my dear brother... What's wrong with your eyes?"
The one who appeared in the hall was the blind teacher who had been elusive before, trying not to appear in front of everyone.
Nangong Liu dazedly said, "Didn't you go to Tianyin Pavilion?"
The teacher shook his head: "It's a long story, so I won't talk to you in detail." After a while, he said, "Aliu, I should have a rare military record on the table, you can help me find one. Looking for it?"
"There's nothing wrong with this." Nangong Liu immediately rummaged through the case table, and soon found the military record made of silk, "Here."
"Thank you."
The teacher's slender and slender fingers slowly moved on the silk. His eyes were already blind and he could not see the text on the top. However, this kind of military record is not only recorded in characters. Just in case, you can also use spiritual power. read. He stood in the empty hall, and read the contents bit by bit. What was written on it were all the precious chess forces that Hua Binan had called before to force the ink to burn the self-destructing spiritual core.
Invoking, in the previous life, there were 46,000 people belonging to Linlingyu.
Wubei Temple belongs to the people, 13,000 people.
…
All kinds of.
The disciples of the past life and death, all.
The teacher was holding the soft and delicate silk on the other side. At the beginning, he felt numb, and his mind was just dumbly thinking: The necessary sacrifice that he said in the previous life was such a sea of corpses and blood
The top disciple of death and life, all.
All of them were made into precious chess pieces. In order to drive the emperor to step on the fairy, except Xue Meng, no one was spared
But he clearly remembered that Hua Binan once said to him gently: "You know, I am also a person who is used to seeing life and death. There is so much suffering in the world, I wish that all evils would not be done. I hope that fewer people die on this road. Otherwise, my conscience would be uneasy."
That was what Hua Binan just came to him through the crack in time and space and said to him.
- There is so much suffering in the world, don't do all evils, love is a last resort, and I only wish that there will be less grief.
This does not deviate too much from his own thoughts. He is cruel, but it is not what he wants, and he is forced to.
"The conscience is uneasy..." At that time, Hua Binan, who begged to say these words to him sincerely, had already killed everyone in the world in another world.
And he didn't know until now.
"Brother, dear friend, what's wrong with you, what's wrong with you?" There was a buzzing congestion in the skull, and Nangong Liu's anxious voice could be heard vaguely in his ears, "Your face is so ugly, why are you shaking? You... Are you sick? You're cold. ?"
Childlike chatter, a burst of warmth suddenly wrapped around him. It was Nangong Liu who took off his robe and hurriedly put it on him.
"Come on, I'm not cold, I'll give you my clothes."
The sinner who used to hide the needle in the cotton and was exhausted by the organization has become so simple after losing his consciousness.
Maybe everyone has had such urgency, worrying about others, when they were young and sincere, right? It's just that under the sculpting of the years, the heart also has wrinkles like the face.
become no longer like myself.
The teacher is wrapped in Nangong Liu's clothes, he is cold, cold to the bone.
There was dizziness in front of him, blood and tears oozing from the white cloth... He slumped on the seat and curled up his body so small.
"He's not me..." Shi Mi couldn't help muttering, "He's not me..."
Nangong Liuzi was beside him, confused: "What?"
The teacher curled his face into his arms, and the small trembling spread from his fingers to the whole body, and he didn't even want to touch the silk again.
"I want to save people, and I also know that sacrifice is inevitable. I know that there will be many calculations, and I will betray many sincerity. I have already prepared for the end of the world. I didn't hesitate. But I... "
"Best friend brother..."
Nangong Liu put his hand in his hair, like a child's comfort, comforting him clumsily.
The teacher suddenly choked up: "But I really didn't think about it, he killed so many people..."
The silk fell to the ground, and the records on it were almost all the monks and civilians in the other world.
All become bones.
After a long time, Nangong Liu was squatting next to him, and he didn't know what to do. The teacher slowly supported the cold case and stood up.
Nangong Liu hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"
The teacher was silent for a while, and he seemed to be really confused about where he should go. When Nangong Liu asked the third time, he was stunned. He bit his lip and said, "The secret room."
He couldn't go any further, he was going to save Shizun.
When he came to the door of the secret room, with a touch, he realized that Hua Binan had cast an extremely profound forbidden spell on the stone door.
"..." The teacher was slightly startled, and then there seemed to be a wry smile on the corner of his mouth.
From silk and silk soldiers to the forbidden mantra of Shimen. He suddenly felt that he was so funny.
He was wary of him, so the forbidden spell he imposed was a spell that the teacher had never practiced. After all, Hua Binan didn't trust him at all.
"You are disappointed." The teacher said softly, a blue glow lit up in his hand, and touched the heart of the array.
"Maybe you, at my age, haven't learned this spell yet. But I will, but you don't know it."
The stone door of the secret room burst open.
Who will live again, and the path of life will be exactly the same
Even the same person may change his life because he avoided a rain in the spring and slept well in the shade of a summer tree.
The teacher hesitated in front of the secret room door, and finally walked in gently.
In the secret room, a lantern with a nine-dragon candle is burning, exuding pure light, but this light is useless to the two people in the room.
One of them was in a coma and the other was blind.
The bandaged teacher sat on the edge of Chu Wanning's bed, stretched out his hand, and his slender white fingers rubbed Chu Wanning's face.
He murmured softly: "Master..."
Chu nightning did not wake up, and he did not respond, and his cheeks were still hot.
The soul splits, the two become one.
He suffered from fragmented memories that belonged to the burning of ink, and suffered in his dreams.
The fingertips of the teacher lit up with brilliance, and they were placed on the side of his neck, and the gentle water-like spiritual power passed over and flowed through the whole body.
"Is it better?"
Still no one answered him.
The teacher lowered his eyelashes. In fact, he also knew that Chu nightning was still sleeping, otherwise he would not be able to summon the courage to enter the stone room and sit next to Chu nightning.
He was in a daze for a while, as if he had thought a lot, but he seemed to be thinking about nothing.
In fact, when he was very young before he joined the division, he had a long-cherished wish in his heart. For this long-cherished wish, it was worth sacrificing anything.
He knew exactly what his destiny was, so he never felt that he had done something wrong.
But one day, the time and space were reversed, and another self in the mortal world suddenly appeared in front of him.
He saw himself more than ten years later.
Leaving aside his surprise and fear, when he first saw Hua Binan in his youth, his greatest feeling was disobedience—he didn't know what made him become like this. Cold, cunning, irritable, desperate.
However, for the common wish of the two, he finally agreed to Hua Binan's request and took every step to get to where he is today.
Over the years, the two teachers of the red dust have performed their respective duties, and it has always been him who stayed beside Mo Ran, while the one behind the scenes is another teacher Mingjing who came back.
Just like Ta Xianjun and Mo Zongshi are two different people, he and that Shi Mingjing are not so similar. Because of their different experiences, that Shi Mingjing is more like a scheming Hand of Cold Scales, and he has become a dark child on the chessboard of the Hand in the torrent of time.
Looking back now, before Hua Binan broke the door of life and death in time and space and appeared, he was also a ruthless young descendant. But after he cooperated with Hua Binan, Hua Binan kept telling him: to restrain the edge and learn to pretend.
When he was a boy, he had a big fight with Hua Binan: "I've had enough, how long do you want me to pretend? Everywhere is gentle and kind, and every step of the way is swallowed up. Who remembers so many lies choreographed with you? "
At that time, he and Mo Ran and his party returned from Jin Chengchi. Hua Binan was not satisfied with his performance in front of Pingxin Liu, so he scolded him a few words, but he did not expect that the reaction of the teacher would be so huge, and he couldn't help but startled: "I'm just reminding you to act cautiously and not to expose yourself."
"You said it lightly." He bit his lip. "You asked me several times to confirm the intention of the ink burning. Which time did I not do it? Do you know how disgusting it is to flatter someone you don't like."
Hua Binan seemed to have no idea how to answer for a while, but after a while, he said, "I have experienced everything you have experienced. What right do you have to say that I don't know."
"But I haven't experienced what you have experienced!"
"… "
"Since you came into this world, you have told me that what you do is wrong, and what you do is right. Yes, you are a past person. For that purpose, I am willing to listen to you and pay for it. All. But Hua Binan." The teacher became more and more excited, panting, his eyes were red, "You better know, you have no position to criticize me."
This was the first time that he had had such a big conflict with his young self since time travel. Hua Binan's face was blue and gray, and he pursed his lips and said nothing.
The teacher said: "You failed in your world, so you came here through the crack of life and death left by Chu nightning and wanted to start over. But you have to be clear, I am not your pawn."
"… "
"I am conspiring with you for our common purpose."
Hua Binan closed his eyes: "you think too much, no one treats you as a pawn."
The emotion of the teacher is still very excited: "Forget it, since you sensed the rebirth of the ink, which thing I am not doing according to your instructions? I have been staring at the eight bitter long in his body for you. Hate the flower! It's me!"
"… "
"From the first time he appeared in impermanence town, you were eager to let me go to 'run into' him, and at the end you let me take a side dish to explore his tone, not to mention those you let me deliberately alienate him and Chu nightning The matter." The teacher's pair of peach blossom eyes stared at Hua Binan's increasingly embarrassed face, "I almost vomited when I acted!"
"You will do these things even without me." Hua Binan gritted his teeth, "Don't think I forced you, I have done these things in my previous life as well. The host, only by repeatedly confirming his emotions can we find out the situation of the flower Gu in his body, do you think that I have never suffered the grievances you have suffered?"
Seeing that the teacher did not refute immediately, Hua Binan said again: "In the past life, I did almost the same thing as you, and I have been pretending until the ghost world was split, and I gave birth to the hatred in his heart with my own death. Only after that did I start my life again as Hua Binan."
"… "
"I've endured it for so long, why can't you bear it in just a year and a half?"
The teacher raised his head suddenly: "Is there a need to ask? You are fighting for yourself. What about me?"
Hua Binan: "...What's the difference between you and me."
"There is a difference. If I can, I don't want to be left and right." The teacher stared at him and spit out the second half of the sentence for a while, "Even if it is another world's own."
But it is very difficult to be happy, even if there is a big resentment in the heart, after the dispute that day broke out, the teacher still had to bow to fate.
After all, he is too young, and he has never experienced many accidents, and he really knows exactly what he wants in the end, so he will eventually compromise with his former self.
Over the years, he has been at the mercy of another mortal self everywhere, living more like a puppet than a Zhenlong chess piece. It would be false to say that there is no boredom. But whenever manic depression accumulated in his heart to the extreme, he would keep telling himself: For the sake of the great things, these pains are nothing.
"When can this play end." This became the sentence he asked Hua Binan most often, "When will the sky crack."
And Hua Binan's answer to him is often like catching a radish in front of a donkey: "It will be soon, it will be faster than in the previous life."
He waited day by day like this, waiting tirelessly.
Later, the door to the ghost world finally opened, and he thought that he could, just like his previous life, feign death to escape. But I never expected that Chu nightning would die in this battle.
That night, the conflict between him and Hua Binan broke out to an unprecedented level. In the closed disciple's room, the teacher smashed all the celadon bowls in front of him, his chest heaving violently-
"How can you let me pretend to be calm? Shizun is dead, you count it, have you counted this one out?"
Hua Binan's face was also extremely ugly: "How can you blame me for this matter? If you want to blame, you should blame Mo Ran, he acted rashly." His fingers on the table clenched into fists, almost falling into In the palm, the voice was sharp, "He killed Chu nightning."
"...Yes, it's him." The teacher's eyes were red, but he tried his best not to shed tears. He was told by his mother since he was a child that no matter what he encounters, he must not cry.
Hua Binan is the same.
"He killed Shizun, then don't stop me, I'll kill him now!"
Hua Binan looked up suddenly: "Are you crazy?!"
"Oh?" The teacher gasped and nodded, his eyes full of provocation, "You still know the word crazy?"
Hua Binan gritted his teeth and said: "...Protecting the ink, tempering him, and controlling him, this is the key to what we do. As for the rest, it's not what you should think about."
"Look, that's it." The teacher sneered and sneered, his eyes flashing with a fierce luster, "You are the hand of the cold scale, you can follow the monks to sacrifice to Master Chu on the lonely moon night, and even scolded the ink at will. A few words—but what about me? What the hell did you say to me?"
"… "
The teacher took a seat on the chair, and the expression was almost contemptuous: "You came today and the first thing you explained to me is to ask me to confirm as soon as possible whether the eight bitter and eternal hatred flowers in the ink burning body have completely lost their effectiveness, and whether they can still be used. save."
He murmured, and slowly raised his eyes a few inches, landing on Hua Binan's gray face.
Ridiculously: "You actually asked me to confess with Mo Ran at this moment? Tell me, you must never let Chu Wanning take my place in his heart?"
The words were as sharp as thorns, stabbing Hua Binan and himself.
He sneered: "Between us, who is crazy?"
Hua Binan closed his eyes abruptly, his pupils rolled under the thin eyelids, and then he said: "I can't do it. Because of the sacrifices made by Chu nightning in the past life, the eight bitter and eternal hatred flowers in Mo Ran's body are already in jeopardy. If It was completely destroyed, and it will be even more difficult to control the burning of the ink at that time."
"So you push all the things that are not done by people to me to complete, right?!" The teacher couldn't bear it any longer, and suddenly stood up, "Master, he just left... Have you considered my feelings? "
"… "
"You like him, don't I?"
After the teacher said this, his voice could not help shaking.
The house was dead silent.
Finally he sat down and raised his forehead with his hand, his slender eyelashes constantly fighting under his palm. No one said a word for a while, the rainstorm was pouring outside the window, and the world seemed to be cracked by the thunder and lightning.
After a long time, I heard Hua Binan sigh softly: "... Anan, I'm sorry for you."
The teacher's reaction to this was just a stiff and cold sentence: "Don't call me Anan."
"… "
"I'm not the same as you. Call me Shimei, or Shi Mingjing."