He saw the ink burning when he was a child smiling at his mother, and he saw Duan Yihan touching the ink burning head and said, "Repay your gratitude, don't hold revenge."
He saw that Mo Ran was holding a box of cakes that Xue Meng gave him, and he nibbled it carefully, not wanting to waste a little bit.
He saw Mo Ran standing in front of the wine shop in Impermanence Town, wearing a new apprentice uniform, giving the broken silver hands in his pocket to the boss, and then smiling a little shyly and looking forward: "I want a good pot of pear flowers. Bai, can you hold a nicer jug? I want to give it to my master to taste."
All the memories came back one after another.
Those who used to be in the heart of ink burning, the warmest and clearest beautiful past - just like a revolving lantern, flashing colorfully.
The ink burning in the picture has been laughing, from the childhood of hunger and cold, to the youthful years before the outbreak of the eight bitter and eternal regrets. But these memories are not many, and the pure time that Mo Ran has had in this life is too little, and there are only a handful of days when you can indulge in laughter.
Chu nightning looked at the piles of pieces that flashed by.
Then everything settled down.
Because the souls of the two have been entangled for too long, at this moment, he can clearly perceive that before the flower of eternal hatred was planted, the ink burned liked himself, respected him, attached to him, and loved him, although he did not like to laugh , When teaching spells, it is even a bit harsh.
But I like it, it feels familiar and warm.
I feel that this cold master is actually a very good person in his bones.
The ink burned actually liked him... At such an early time, I liked him warmly and innocently.
The memory in front of him continued to flow, and Chu nightning followed the memory of the burning ink and fell into a night with a clear moon and white wind. That night, a solitary lamp was lit in the disciple's room at the top of the dead, and the ink burned sitting at the table, facing the open scroll, carefully sewing a white handkerchief in his hand.
After only a few stitches, he clumsily punctured his fingertips, and blood dripped and stained on the cloth towel.
The ink burned and opened his eyes, and then he looked very frustrated and sighed: "It's so difficult."
The white pa was rounded up and thrown aside.
Take a new one and sew again.
The candle did not go out all night, and I lost countless pieces of handkerchief. Finally, my hands and feet became more flexible. Slowly, the pale red petals opened, one petal, two petals... five petals.
Each petal is meticulously embroidered, and each petal is embroidered with sincerity.
The boy clumsily sewed a white handkerchief, stitch by stitch, to open a perennial undefeated begonia flower.
There was light in his eyes as he looked at the handkerchief.
After the embroidery is done, it is actually very ugly. There are many uneven places. At first glance, it is a novice, but the ink burns, but he is overjoyed. He looks around excitedly, and throws the towel up again. A soft handkerchief floated down in midair and landed on his face.
Cover his face.
He laughed out under the handkerchief, blew a breath, and the Haitang handkerchief lifted its horns, revealing his gentle eyes below. Looking forward to the light.
"Give this to Master, he will definitely like it."
What was heavy in his heart was warmth, the warmth that the Gu Hua planted later could not tolerate and had to be swallowed.
"Every time I use a handkerchief in the future, I will think of me."
Mo Ran put the handkerchief in his arms, thinking that Chu nightning would praise him for countless times, and he would be happy. He only felt that the grass was growing and flying, and the happiness could not be restrained. That night, he excitedly ran to Chu Wanning's bedroom and found the man who was standing by the pool watching the fish.
"Master!"
He ran over excitedly, his face full of brilliance.
Chu nightning turned back, a little surprised: "Why are you here?"
"I, Ash-"
In the cold weather, I came out in a hurry, I didn't wear a cloak, and the young man sneezed before he could say anything.
Chu nightning said: "... why is it so urgent, don't remember wearing a dress?"
Mo Ran rubbed his nose and grinned: "I can't wait, I have something, if I don't give it to the master, I won't be able to sleep."
"what?"
"Replenish the apprenticeship ceremony for the master." He said, and carefully groped out the folded handkerchief from his arms, but when it came to the gift, he suddenly felt timid, and his face turned red: "Actually... it's not worth it. Money. No, not very good."
After thinking for a while, Tuanba Tuanba hid his handkerchief behind him again, and his toes ran over the ground uneasily.
Chu nightning: "..."
"What did you buy?"
The young man's ears were all red, and he replied bluntly: "I didn't buy it, I don't have the money..."
Chu nightning stunned: "Did you do it yourself?"
The ink burned and lowered his head, and the two eyelashes were like clouds and mist, and whispered: "Well."
Before waiting for Chu Wanning to answer, he hurriedly said: "If it doesn't matter, it is actually very ugly and very ugly!" After a series of voices, he still felt that it was not enough at the end, and when he gathered up the courage to look at Chu Wanning again, He added forcefully, "Extremely ugly."
Chu nightning still remembers his mood at the time, in fact, he was surprised and surprised.
He has never received a gift made by anyone else.
But he was too embarrassed to show it, and he was too embarrassed to laugh, so he had to tighten his face even more, for fear that this young apprentice would see the sweetness in his heart.
He coughed lightly and said with consideration: "Then, it's all done, no matter how ugly it is, you should show it to me?"
In the end, the ink burned and took out the handkerchief. I wanted to put my hands on it, but I felt that the handkerchief was already wrinkled, so I hurriedly tried to smooth it.
It was when his face was flushing red that a slender hand stretched out and took the handkerchief that was embarrassing him.
All the troops were in chaos, and they died down.
The ink burned stupidly, and couldn't help but "ah" said: "Master, it's really ugly..."
At that time, Chu nightning was not in love with the ink, and only remembered those black and shiny eyes. Wet, like rain on flowers, it is very beautiful.
Love is sometimes as fast as lightning flashes, and sometimes as slow as a drop of water.
Chu nightning is the latter. He was deeply touched by the tenderness of the young man. At that time, he didn't realize how intense he was with a glance and a smile, but he had enough stamina.
When he was suddenly awakened, this tenderness had become muddy, and he was deeply immersed in it, and it was difficult to extract it from now on.
"A handkerchief?"
"Um... uh uh."
White square scarf, celestial silk, embroidered with begonia flowers on the sides, and the corners of the needles are carefully and firm, jerky to the point of being cute.
Chu nightning's empty valley-like heart was suddenly touched. There was a flowing spring in the valley, and there were falling flowers floating on the spring. He looked at the square handkerchief and didn't know what to say for a long time.
It was the first time he had received such a gift.
When the gift-giver saw that he didn't speak, he thought he didn't like it, and stuttered to explain: "I, I embroidered according to the pattern in the drawing book, in fact... uh, in fact, handkerchiefs like this are sold in town. , and it's not expensive. The embroidery is also... It looks much better than me."
In the end, he was in a hurry and wanted to get the handkerchief back. But Chu nightning was one step faster than him, and he quietly received it in the robe.
"It's ridiculous. How can there be a reason to send a teacher's gift and then come back?"
The crumpled handkerchief, and the temperature of the ink burning, are really ugly. Go to the town of impermanence, and you can buy eight of ten copper plates of the same style.
But I just think it's precious and I don't want to pay it back.
So it became the first gift that Mo Ran gave to Chu Wanning in his life. After being hit by the Gu curse, this memory, whether this square towel or a handkerchief, was forgotten by Mo Weiyu.
Chu nightning has a thin face and is not good at words, and he did not specifically mention it later, but when he saw that the ink burned more and more to the teacher, he circled around in front of the saddle, and the things he sent were not one hundred or eighty, and he became more and more silent. , I don't want to let the ink burn easily see this handkerchief.
That is what the ink burns freely with him, and he treasures it with his broom.
He remembered...
The fusion of earth and soul brings the past. Such things, one by one, Chu nightning slowly remembered.
He got up, more angry than ever, more eager, more sad, more painful—
His hands were shaking, and he finally knew the truth of everything, the whole story.
In fact, it is not just a childhood that was wronged.
Not only was he bewitched by the teacher.
Much more than that.
But these most important memories have been suppressed by the incantation of the teacher. For twenty years and two lifetimes, no one knows the original appearance of this matter.
until today.
truth, truth...
These are the ultimate truths!
There was no one in Jiaoshan, and Chu nightning couldn't care about other things. He ran from the foot of the mountain like crazy. He went to the nearest village and town and asked where the ink burned.
"That Master Mo?" The villagers didn't know the identity of Chu Wanning, and said in a rough voice, "What a shit master, it's a beast with a different appearance."
Different from the outside, beast...
sinner…
tyrant.
Dizzy in front of his eyes, two lifetimes, the previous life's Ta Xianjun is grinning at him, and this life's Mo Weiyu is smiling down at him.
no.
The truth is not so.
Chu nightning asked with a pale face: "Where is he?"
"Tianyin Pavilion," said the villager, "No one in the upper and lower worlds of the cultivation world does not know now. This person has committed a heinous crime. Today, he will be dug out of his spiritual core and will receive the punishment he deserves!"
Like a rock cracking, the shock made a hum in the skull.
"When will the execution be executed?!" Chu nightning asked too eagerly, and the phoenix eyes flashed with brilliance, which surprised the villagers.
"Remember, I can't remember clearly, it seems like... noon?"
Noon... Noon... He looked at the sundial next to the drying field, and his color suddenly changed!
The rising dragon talisman burst out of the sky, and in the gust of wind and waves, Chu nightning ordered the paper dragon to take him to the rushing wind and rush to Qidi. At the beginning, Zhilong wanted to quarrel with the master, but he was surprised that there was water vapor in Chu nightning's eyes.
The little paper dragon was stunned: "...what happened to you?"
"help me."
I have never seen Chu Wanning's expression like this, but it doesn't know what to do, and only said: "This seat has never helped you - oops, don't cry."
Chu nightning gritted his back molars, but he was ruthless, but it was an empty shelf.
The truth was the moth that gnawed his spine.
"I didn't cry, take me to Tianyin Pavilion, it will be too late!"
"What are you going to do there?"
"Save people." The trembling couldn't stop, obviously didn't want to cry, obviously never wanted to cry, but the tears finally flowed down, Chu nightning wiped the red eyes.
"Save a wrongly convicted man."
"… "
"If there is someone in this world who should be dug out and scolded by thousands of people, it shouldn't be him." Chu nightning said hoarsely, "I want to make a grievance for him."
The paper dragon didn't ask any more questions. It carried him and turned into a giant dragon that penetrated the sky and pierced the ground. It roared through the sky, soared into the sky, and the wind moved the hills. Soaring in the moist sea of clouds.
Chu nightning sat beside its dragon horn.
The strong airflow brushed across his face, and it was astonishingly cold in the nine days, and the blood on the fingertips seemed to freeze. He looked ahead, looking at the overlapping clouds and mists, the mountains, the rivers that flowed endlessly, and all kinds of things in the world, such as yesterday, passing by below.
In fact, from the moment he woke up, he was crazy, numb, and broken.
After slowing down at this time, he was completely immersed in the grief brought by those past events. He curled up on the dragon, slowly curled up, and slowly buried his face into his palms.
The wind was very fast, and the hunter blew past his ears.
They want to examine the burning ink, they want to cut his heart and break his spiritual core—
Unforgivable sins, sins deserve death.
no.
The wind was so loud, it was enough to cover up the joys, angers and sorrows of all mortals.
The sky is high and the clouds are wide, and Chu nightning finally burst into tears in this new wind. These two floating lives... It's okay to step on Xianjun, or Master Mo...
It wasn't right.
There is a saying that the ink burns is right.
The one worship under the Tongtian Tower was wrong from the beginning.
The sun was getting higher, and the copper pot outside the Tianyin Pavilion dripped to a certain mark.
Yaque was startled.
"Execution!"
Mounted on the torture rack, bound with immortal ropes, removed the outer robe, and opened the front of the shirt.
Mu Yanli looked cold, holding her Shenwu dagger, stepped forward, and stood in front of Mo Ran.
"I will punish you now, I hope you will regret it."
The lips parted, and the ancient chant of Tianyin Pavilion was recited.
"The sound of the sky is mighty, and it cannot be selfish.
Son of Tianyin, you can't have feelings.
The sound of the sky is vague and cannot be blasphemous.
Tianyin has pity, in order to respect all beings. "
She lowered her eyes and greeted Mo Ran - a farewell.
Afterwards, the blade was unsheathed, the fireworks flew, the artifact buzzed, and the golden feathers scattered. The sheen of the dagger lit up her eyes, where there was no emotion at all.
Some people below covered their eyes, some stretched their necks, some closed their eyes and sighed, and some applauded.
All living beings have different expressions, but err.
"Okay, the heavenly punishment for the dissection of the spiritual core."
The knife fell from the hand, and the blood splattered everywhere.
Dead silence.
Then someone on the stage shouted, and the voice shook for nine days: "Brother!!!"
Red, bright red blood flowed out, Shenwu submerged into his chest. The ink burned and opened his eyes, but he was unconscious at first, and then he lowered his head stiffly, looking at the flesh-and-blood heart.
His lips moved, the pain began to explode like fireworks, and light and shadow were violently boiling in front of him.
"Cough cough!!"
Blood poured out of his mouth, dripping, iron smell.
The sky and the earth were so vast that it turned into a sea of red.
But it's wrong, it's all wrong.
Chu night Ning Yulong flew, getting closer and closer to Qi.
He once thought that Mo Ran was indifferent to himself and played the world, it was because of resentment, because of resentment in his heart.
He once thought that the ink burned under the punishment again and again, and in the reprimand, has gradually forgotten the gentleness of the two at the beginning.
Actually not, those memories have always been trapped in the burning soul.
He saw it.
Chu nightning saw the deepest heart of the ink, and under the suppression of the eight bitter and eternal hatred flowers, it was all the deep friendship in the past.
That year, the ink burned so young and white, and he still had a warm and healthy heart, pulsing under the chest. That year, he looked at the newly worshipped master standing by the window of Qimuxuan, turned his face towards him, his pupils were pale, and said: "Ink burning, come here."
Approaching, there is a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of him.
"Listen to the Lord, you still don't know how to write your own words. Pick up the pen and I will teach you."
He taught him that the tone is light, like the apricot flower outside the window, which blooms in the dusty space.
"The word your lord gave you is light rain, which is the opposite of your name. I will write it again, and you will look carefully."
So, horizontal and vertical, the master was vigorous, and the little apprentice stood beside him learning.
"Write one more point."
"One less point this time."
After I taught the two words five times, I could barely write it right, but it was as shabby as a ghost's talisman, and it was ugly to death. Chu nightning has never seen such a stupid disciple, and can't help but feel a little sullen: "...Is it difficult?"
Not difficult.
But at that time, Mo Ran didn't dare to tell him, in fact, it was because he looked too good to write with his eyes down. He was insatiable and asked for a lot, so he deliberately wrote one more stroke and one less stroke.
Earn him to teach yourself again.
"It's so difficult."
Chu nightning stared at him: "You look at it seriously, don't laugh and laugh."
The ink burned and smiled, sincerely distressed: "Then, Master, write it again, and teach me again."
He really liked that moment of bowing his head, his phoenix eyes flying sideways.
As long as Chu nightning holds his hand to teach him, he can hear the sound of the blooming begonia flowers outside the window.
The execution platform has a high barrier, and no one can stop Tianyin's sentence.
The dagger of Shenwu is sharp and sharp, and it can understand the master's mind. The wood smoke is indifferent, and it seems that I can't hear the thick breathing of the ink, and I can't see the face of the man as pale as a corpse, and I can't see the meridians of the ink burning forehead. , blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.
She only executes the judgment of the scale of Shenwu.
Dig the spiritual core.
The dagger plunged into the heart and quickly slid through the flesh and blood. When the fragments of the spiritual core were found, they charged up to pick them out - the sharp tip of the knife would inevitably cut off the flesh and blood.
She didn't care, and threw the flesh and blood together with the splendid fragments on the silver plate held by the attendant next to her.
The healing female cultivator immediately stepped forward, stopped the surging blood, and stuck to the spasm of the heart, so that he would not die.
Tian Ping's judgment on him is to dig the core, so Tianyin Pavilion will protect him comprehensively, at least not to die on the stage, not to die in the execution process.
They kept him awake, in case he couldn't tell whether he was in a coma or dying, so Mo Ran watched his heart be cut open again and again, searched for fragments, and then temporarily stunned and healed.
again and again.
Xue Meng has collapsed, he is wailing, his face is buried in the palm of his hand, and tears are falling like rain.
"elder brother… "
The pain is so blurry that the soul and consciousness are blurred, and the roots of the muscles are bursting.
But I felt liberated at last.
Every time Mu Yanli fell, it pierced his heart and dug out the fragments. He felt the sins of the previous life, and the blood on his hands faded a little.
Is it possible to be forgiven when the pain is over
Is it possible to go back to the past by plucking out the remains
But where was it before
If he returned to the day he was apprenticed under the Tongtian Tower, he was still a fake son of the dead, and his mother had starved to death, and his happiness would still be in the mirror.
If he goes back to the firewood house when he was young, in the years when he and Duan Yihan were the only ones who depended on each other, he was afraid of yin and yang, and he would never meet Chu Wanning from now on, and this happiness would be regrettable.
Looking back on the past, at this moment, he could not find a node in his two lifetimes where he could truly start over with peace of mind, and he could not find a truly carefree, well-fed and warm day, even one day.
In his two lives, for more than 40 years, there was not a single night of peace.
The wood-smoke-leaving dagger is still buried deep in flesh and blood, acting for the heavens.
He knew that his soul was filthy and filthy and the sin was unforgivable, that the way of heaven reciprocated, and the judgment would always come.
But at this moment, he suddenly felt a little sad.
He wants his mother, his master, his younger brother, his uncles and aunts, and he wants a home.
However, maybe he is too greedy and wants so much.
So in the end, he had nothing.
The happiness he knew and the tenderness he had acquired were all false in the end.
He tried everything to make up for it, but got nothing.
He was beside the long river of life, holding his small, wet basket, he squatted down, the basket was empty, he stared blankly at the rushing river, the deceased like this.
In fact, from the beginning, he only had this little broken basket, and he held it.
A dream destined to shatter.