Almost all people change, even if they are the same person, they look the same at first, but due to various karma, the variables are reversed, and after ten or twenty years, the temperament and situation will no longer be completely the same.
In fact, when the curse was planted on the ink, the teacher was also a cold-hearted and determined person.
In his eyes, except for his own revenge and his own pursuit, he could not accommodate anything.
But at that time, he looked at the actions of another Hongchen himself, and he inquired deeply, and suddenly wanted to know if Hua Binan had ever felt such a slight discomfort in his heart, and his teeth were cold for a while.
He finally did as Hua Binan ordered. Sacrificed so far, he is difficult to ride a tiger.
He clearly knows that an affair will make big things fall short, and nothing is more important than stabilizing the ink and protecting yourself.
Anyway, he has been acting for so long, wearing a mask for so many years, and he is numb to the core of his disgust. What is playing on the scene, what is different, even the death of Chu Wanning can't change anything.
Just holding the soul-inducing lamp given by Master Guilty, standing by the Naihe Bridge, never going anywhere, and even when he can't go through fire and water for the person he loves resolutely, he can't help but feel envious.
If he can be like Xue Meng, like ink burning, he can call his own life, or think he can call his own life, that's fine.
But fate was never up to him. He is like a little boy in a pear orchard, unwilling but silently holding the excerpt in his hand that only he can complete.
At the beginning, seduce the ink to burn.
The ink burned to himself and smiled and said: "Master, I really like you."
Later, Xu Shuanglin was used.
Xu Shuanglin threw the oranges lazily, and squinted his eyes: "I've been wandering all my life, I never thought I'd meet a friend like you, thank you for being willing to teach me the forbidden technique of rebirth. When that trash Luo Fenghua is resurrected, I'll make him cook for you. Dumplings—you don’t know, the dumplings he cooks are the best. I’m willing to give you a taste if I look up to you.”
In the end, see the picture.
Just like the worst plan that he and Hua Binan had discussed, he had to make a little sacrifice of his own to win the hearts of his teachers and friends, so that the gate of time and space opened smoothly at the critical moment.
He was a man holding chess pieces.
But ten years later, when he came, he also became his own pawn.
The taste of being controlled is actually not pleasant, and he is not completely disgusted, but his obsession is too strong and his desire is too deep, and he does not want to give up easily.
But.
He really, really didn't know that the so-called "minor sacrifice" of that mortal self refers to the lives of hundreds of thousands of people and the devastation of a world.
It was only after he opened the door of life and death in time and space that he saw such a cruel truth.
This teacher Mingjing, after all, is not that teacher Mingjing. He has not experienced that ten years, and has not experienced the fall of that day after day.
At this moment, he really can no longer understand himself ten years later.
But there is no way out.
At this moment, he is no more than an abandoned child. Like all the black and white armors scattered on the chessboard, he has lost his edge and is useless.
"Master." The lamp shadow is hazy, reflecting his beautiful face, he is still quiet and gentle, "Actually, I have been thinking about this for a long time... I am thinking that the ink can burn all over again, and it can become unreliable. Again. I was thinking, if everything could be turned back, would I have made a different choice because of a single thought.”
The room was quiet, with only his voice.
"However, it's too late at this moment." The teacher said, "I know that the master has hated me, and the ink has hated me, and the young master will no longer treat me as a friend... No matter this way When I came, did I hesitate, I finally became his appearance."
His hand was against Chu Wanning's hot cheeks, and he quietly distributed the healing spiritual power to him.
"I'm sorry, I'm still disappointing Master," he said. "The only good thing is that I'm blind, so I don't need to see you hate me."
After a pause, the teacher smiled, and with a smile, the room was full of spring.
"The last thing I saw in my eyes was that you were sorry for me. Enough."
He untied the immortal rope in Chu Wanning's hand, eliminated the forbidden spell on the couch, and then lit the spell of Shimen.
After doing this, the teacher turned around, rubbed it, and slowly left the secret room.
He walked away, engulfed in darkness.
At the same time, Tianyin Pavilion belongs to Qidi.
The teacher, Mr. Ma, had just returned from the private school. He tapped on his sore shoulder and entered the house. As usual, he had to go to the kitchen to make a cup of Babao tea.
Push the door and go in, the lights are dark.
Mr. Ma couldn't help frowning, and while rubbing the lampstand, he shouted: "Madam? Why don't you even light a candle at night? You are... "
With a bang, the fire knife and flint were polished.
Mr. Ma lost his voice and stood in the center of the room in horror and speechless. He could see clearly that all the servants and slaves in his house had been strangled to death, like a string of wind chimes hanging on a beam. His wife next to the house had been disemboweled, her bloody intestines were dripping all over the floor, her eyes and mouth were open, and she turned her head in the direction of the door.
"Ah..." Mr. Ma wanted to scream, but he let out a weak moan that was extremely vague and trembling. After a while, he screamed with numbness on his scalp, and the feces and urine flowed, "Ah!!!!"
"Tsk. What's the quarrel?" A man came out of the back room, holding a scroll of "Book of Documents" in his hand. He scratched the itch at the base of his neck with the scroll, and yawned, "Have you ever seen a dead person?"
"You... you you you!! Mo-mo...!!"
The man snapped his fingers, and explained lazily, "The Desolation Curse."
"What, what curse?"
"I don't know about the annihilation spell." The man rolled his eyes, "I am reading the classics in Mr.'s house. I know it's not good to disturb the neighbors at night. Come on. Call me now, if anyone can hear it. , please feel free to complain about this seat, sir."
Mr. Ma's face was as pale as a ghost, and he was standing on both sides. He usually does nothing. Where have he seen such a bloody scene, he was so frightened that he lost his control, sweating all over, and after a while, he said in a trembling voice, "Mo... you devil... The devil... you... shouldn't you be in the Tianyin Pavilion magic field... you... you... "
"Tianyin Pavilion Law Field?"
The man raised his dark purple eyes and smiled.
"That's right, I went there to see it. Otherwise, how could I hear the high opinion of Mr. the day before yesterday?"
As he spoke, he threw the book away, straightened his tall and straight body, and walked slowly towards the teacher.
The lamp candle shone on his extremely handsome face, who was it if he wasn't Treading Xianjun
Ta Xianjun grinned, his dimples were deep, and he gave the teacher a bow: "I admire scholars the most in my life. It's really abrupt to come here to kill your whole family, sir. Greetings, sir."
This strange tone that is neither yin nor yang, coupled with the people who died in vain.
Rao's surname Ma was not brave enough. He fell to the ground with a thud, panting: "What do you want to do... What do you want to do!!"
Stepping Xianjun just smiled, raised his hand and swept away, a Mo Dao appeared in his palm.
He turned his face to look at the teacher: "Guess what?"
"Don't kill me!!!" Mr. Ma screamed and kept moving back, "Don't kill me!!!"
Back and forth, he bumped into something, he turned his head and faced his wife's dead-eyed face, even more sobbing: "No no no!!! No no-don't, please... don't... ah Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!"
In response, he was stabbed with a knife, sticking straight into his thigh, piercing the ground!
"what!!!"
Ta Xianjun narrowed his eyes, his smile was kind and sweet: "Dare to ask Mr. What is the difference between Le Ling and a prostitute?"
"What, what?" Mr. Ma was stunned for a moment. He couldn't think about it because of the pain. He only cried, "What..."
"You said it yourself." Ta Xianjun said slowly, "Sir once said in front of Tianyin Pavilion. Leling, prostitutes and prostitutes, they are all people who don't know how to respect themselves and love themselves, and who are shameless. There are people who are secretive these days. ·The prostitute made a quibble, I didn’t expect that my morality has been lowered to such a level when I ascended to the world of cultivation.”
He imitated the tone of the teacher's speech, cadence, and the old god was there.
After speaking, he paused for a while, sneered, and turned to a handsome face.
"Is it familiar enough, sir?"
Mr. Ma finally had some vague consciousness between the shock and the shock, remembering what he said when he criticized Mo Weiyu's mother, he hurriedly snorted and said with tears: "No no no, I'm confused! I'm confused! This ..." He swallowed, his face covered in sweat, "A prostitute is a prostitute, Le Ling is Le Ling... No, it's different, it's different..."
"Why is it different? I think that what Mr. said is very reasonable." Stepping Xianjun walked over with a smile and raised his sword again, "Speaking of which, my brain is not very good. There is always a lack of personal guidance. Sir, with such a dexterous tongue, why don't you give it to this seat, eh?"
"No... no no no!! Grandmaster spare your life!! Daoist spare your life!!" Mr. Ma was incoherent and sweaty, "I beg you, great kindness, great virtue, great benevolence and righteousness..."
Stepping Xianjun smiled and said: "What is the master Taoist. Does it have long ears? - I want to call your majesty."
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty?" Mr. Ma was startled, but who cares, as long as he is alive, he can be called Dad. Immediately after a series of voices, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty spare your life! Your Majesty is gracious!"
Treading Xianjun squatted down, pinched his chin, and said with a smile: "Ah. Moral role model, let me ask you, is this a shameless man, or is it a man who is shameless?"
"I am me! I am me! I am... is..."
But what's the use of forgiveness
Stepping on Xianjun's palm to exert force, already in his apology and cries, Can smiled and pinched his entire throat.
After doing this, the man in black robe looked around the house, satisfied that no one was alive, then stood up, wiped the blood on his hands, and pushed the door out of the hospital.
Hua Binan was waiting for him outside.
"Finished venting?"
"almost."
"Can you go back to Tianyin Pavilion with me to prepare?"
Ta Xianjun glanced at him: "Okay."
Hua Binan shook his head: "I really can't do anything about you. You have to care about such a small grudge, if you don't say something to your mother, as for you—"
"Then why don't I say something to your mother?"
"… "
Hua Binan's expression changed slightly, and finally turned his face to the side and stopped answering.
"Let's go. Didn't you say that you got Zongshi Mo's heart tomorrow and put it back in this seat? Then what are you doing, this seat can't wait."
Stepping Xianjun said, his robe swept away, and he walked towards Tianyin Pavilion.
The golden light is shining, the clouds are beginning to penetrate, and the sky is soon bright.
With a terrified scream, the bodies of Mr. Ma's family were found by the neighbors who got up early. Such a murder should have caused a big stir in Qidi, but unfortunately it didn't.
Because at this moment, there is a more eye-catching judgment going on.
On the execution platform of Tianyin Pavilion, the torch is burning. The wax oil melted, giving off a fragrant pine and cypress fragrance. The two maids of Tianyin Pavilion wore golden robes and their jade arms were soft, and they lighted the lampstands on both sides of the torture platform one by one.
It's strange to say that the appearance of Tianyin Pavilion's guards are all surprisingly good-looking, handsome and beautiful, and I don't know if this is due to the mind method cultivated by Tianyin Pavilion, or because of Mu Yan's departure. When he was a disciple, he was very fond of his appearance.
"Heaven and earth have their own wisdom, and good and evil will eventually pay off."
One after another, the animalistic bronze lamps and candles leaped into flames, and the flames were like bright red silk, fluttering and swaying.
People are everywhere.
On stage, off stage, northwest and southeast.
The punishment platform was blocked, and Xue Meng sat on the seat at the top of life and death, trembling slightly and trembling all the time.
In the past three days, Xue Zhengyi has been begging for help, but to no avail. Those monks were superstitious about the fairness and justice of the Shenwu Libra, and they were also afraid of Mo Weiyu, who was in charge of the Zhenlong chess game.
"He saved us."
The people at the top of the dead and the dead took the trouble to explain to everyone who could be persuaded, "That day, he scattered the spiritual core to save us. If he has a conspiracy, why should he do this?"
But there are too many doubts on Mo Ran, so there is still no sect willing to stand on their side, even Gu Yue Ye and Ta Xue Palace remain neutral and silent.
—
The first forbidden technique that had been lost for thousands of years suddenly reappeared, compared to the first public trial hall that had stood for thousands of years.
Only a fool would choose to believe the former.
Therefore, Xue Zhengyi's running seems so stupid, and the defense of death and life seems so pale.
Xue Meng thought vaguely, or else, rob the prison.
But he also knew it was impossible.
There are Tianyin Pavilion guards everywhere, and there are other sect leaders and disciples. Below the stands are ordinary people like Wang Yang.
Countless pairs of eyes stared at it, and it was impossible to escape.
Therefore, digging the spiritual core is still the end of ink burning.
"Tianyin Pavilion announced on three days, and the punishment has been decided." Mu Yanli solemnly and gracefully looked down at the boundless sea of people below, and sounded the bell in his hand, "Take the prisoner to burn."
From the confession platform to the punishment platform. Mo Ran was escorted, and a person with a broken spiritual core was stared at by dozens of the highest-level Tianyin Pavilion disciples.
They are vultures. And he was going to die. Few people survived after digging the spiritual core. The vulture smelled the blood, and his pupils shone with light.
"The body of a serious crime is burning with ink. At noon today, the punishment of depriving the spiritual nucleus will be imposed." Mu Yanli's voice was clear and cold, "There are ten counts, and they are read here to tell the world."
The rain has stopped, but the ground is still wet, the ink burned standing in the pool of water, the sky light and cloud shadow wandered under his feet, he moved his eyes up, and found Ye Wangxi in the crowd.
His dark eyes stared at her, as if asking. Ask her if she has followed her instructions to mention the person on the top of life and death. Ask her if she has figured out what's behind her that she can't let go of.
Ye Wangxi nodded to him, and the corners of the ink burned lips rolled into a bright and soft smile, and his eyes were drenched with brilliance.
The weather is great.
The rain stopped.
"Criminal number one, slaughtering the people and taking lives."
Mu Yanli's voice echoed in Tianyin Pavilion, solemn and solemn.
"Criminal number two, setting fire to the building to avenge personal injustice."
The incense burns in front of the Buddha, and the gods and Buddhas in the clouds ask questions, either angry or kind, sitting down and holding a ring, looking down at the vast beings. Over the years, Mo Ran doesn't like to look at Gaotian. If there is a god in the sky, there are sins in his eyes, and he is afraid of being discovered.
But at this moment, he finally relaxed, he looked up at the sky, the sun was shining like a wash, soaking his black to purple eyes into a glass of light brown, which turned into pure and pure.
He looked at the sky, the sky was sparse and clear, even the clouds were pale.
Mu Yan was so far away from the voice, he closed his eyes.
Don't look at the peak of life and death, and don't look at any face of an old friend.
"Criminal number six, stealing forbidden techniques, breaking the Great Precept."
Suddenly thinking of something, his eyebrows showed some regret and sternness.
Originally, in this life, I wanted to treat Chu Wanning well, but unfortunately I couldn't do it, so I even had the first real lingering promise in my heart, and it was all messed up in the end.
Ended with failure.
He really is not a good man, he is a disaster star, a plague god, and a lame joke.
These two lives.
I want to protect my mother, but I can't.
Desire to repay the kindness, but failed.
When I was a child, I wanted to be a hero, and later I wanted to be the nephew of the head of Xue for a lifetime. I was desperate, and I gave up my heart to be the most cold-blooded and ruthless emperor in the world.
But it's all over.
"Tap Xianjun, Mo Weiyu, Mo Zongshi..." His eyelashes trembled, his Adam's apple rolled, and finally he sighed with a sneer and emotion that only he could hear.
"You really are the funniest person in the world."
He sighed, looked up at Gao Tian, the wind blew his fine forehead hair, he narrowed his eyes, and then thought, where is Chu nightning now
Probably because I have gained too much, I have exhausted all the fate, so this life, the last journey, will never see you again.
pretty good. He rolled his eyes and smiled on the execution platform.
At least, don't let Wanning see him so embarrassed.
"The hour is coming! Prepare for punishment!"
A majestic reconciliation, the horn sounded.
As if the nightmare cast a shadow, as if the sound of "preparation" was introduced into the eardrum across thousands of miles. In the secret room of Jiaoshan, Chu nightning suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from the drowsy.
"Ink burns!"
The candles flickered, and he was breathing heavily, sweating heavily.
He trembled slightly, almost subconsciously, when he opened his mouth, what he read was the name that had been entangled in two lives. Then the Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his eyes were a little straight.
He seemed to have seen the shadow of the knife just now, and he had a strong face, his heart was beating, and he was so frightened for some reason.
"… "
Sitting on the couch, he rubbed his palms hard on his face, the sweat gradually cooled down, and he recovered.
There are flashes of memory clearly in front of him, but those memories do not belong to him - half of his soul has been in the ink burning body for too long, so that when he returned to him, he also brought a lot of ink burning. memory. Those who were swallowed up by the Eight Sufferings and Everlasting Sorrows were thrown away.
Even the ink burns important memories that he no longer remembers.
Chu nightning has seen it...