The next morning, the sun shone through the windows.
Chu nightning opened his eyes, the bedding was warm, and the temperature of one person could warm the bodies of two people. He quietly looked at the burning face, in his eyes, this is the most handsome person in the world, the best person.
He didn't move, he was thinking, what kind of porridge should I cook today
Yesterday's drink has been finished, and the ink-burning starving ghost reincarnated generally drank a full four bowls, and there was nothing left.
He kissed the burning cheek and asked, "I'll make some for you, okay?"
The man slept soundly, his dark eyelashes hanging down there, as gentle as two rolls of rushes, as gentle as if he would open his eyes in the next moment, he pulled him with a smile, and said to him, "I'm hungry, I'm going to give him a meal tonight. Cook a bowl of porridge here."
And it seems that he will tell him affectionately and affectionately: "Whatever Master does is good, I will like it."
The corpse is already cold, and the cheeks are cold to kiss, and there is no temperature at all.
Chu nightning did not cry.
He got up and covered the quilt with the ink, and then he went to the yard to pick up firewood to make a fire. He cooked seriously and cooked well.
The water boiled, and the mist filled the air, and the rice porridge was churning and bubbling with tiny bubbles. He skimmed the foam with a slotted spoon, added some salt, and simmered under the wooden lid.
A person who has been reborn once cannot be rescued a second time by the rebirth technique.
Chu nightning stood blankly beside the stove. There was a moment of clarity in his consciousness. This moment of clarity almost killed him. He was busy restraining the trembling of his fingertips and raised his hand to uncover the cover—
When the porridge is cooked, there will always be someone drinking it.
He now has fragmented memories of the burning of the ink. The burning of the ink was very poor when he was a child. He couldn't eat enough, and getting a steaming cake was something that could make him happy all day.
Ink burning will not be wasted, so it will always wake up.
After the porridge was cooked, he went to the yard to clean up the snow, then broke a new plum, took it back and cut off the branches, and dipped it in a small clay bottle to keep it.
The fragrance of plum blossoms is ten miles away, so that when the ink burns on the road, you can still smell the world.
No, his consciousness was confused again.
What is walking on the road, what is smelling the world... The ink burns clearly and lies here, exactly the same as yesterday, the day before and a few days ago, but the face is clearer and thinner, and the complexion is paler.
He will still wake up.
For two lifetimes, whether it is resentment or hatred, love or pity, since they met, Mo Ran has never left himself. So gradually, the ink burned through his life, became the wind, became the hour, became the spring flowing through the finger gaps, and the light draped in the long hair.
He is his day and night, and his life.
Chu nightning strolled in this red dust. In this world, the snow will still fall, the cicadas will still chirp, the autumn lotus will still die, the summer flowers will still be born, everything is the same as before, so how can the ink burn leave
He is willing to guard him, accompany him, day after day, waiting for him to wake up. Just like the ink burning of the previous life and the body of Chu nightning, the yin and yang were reversed in this life, and Chu nightning also did the same thing as stepping on Xianjun.
"Only the day I leave will you leave."
Once stood in the red lotus waterside, the ink burned a black robe, so he said to the sleeping Chu nightning.
"Stay with me."
Now, in the deep valley of Nanping, Chu nightning is dressed in white, which overlaps with the emperor of the year.
He stretched out his hand and stroked the bloodless face: "... accompany me."
Jin Guangqi, his spiritual power flowed into the corpse. From then on, even if Bi Luo Huangquan, heaven and earth, as long as there is still Chu Wanning in the world, Mo Weiyu's corpse will not rot. Only after many years, Chu Wanning passed away and the flow of spiritual power ended, they would die together.
Turned into ashes, scattered into powder, scattered into mud and crushed into dust.
He left with him.
The charcoal fire of the Tianyin Pavilion Temple was burning, and the walls were emitting light and shadows. Mu Yanli stood alone in the center of the hall, with his hands behind his back, his eyes closed and his eyes closed.
Suddenly, the door of the palace opened, and a man walked in.
Mu Yanli didn't look back, and said lightly, "Are you here?"
"Come on." The man took off the cloak and hood, revealing a face of the country and the city, it was the teacher, "Sister Mu doesn't go to the apse to see?"
"There's nothing to see." Mu Yan left, "It's just that you open your chest and open your mind. The blood is too heavy, I can't stand it."
"Then there is no way, Yaozong is together, this is the case." Shi Mei smiled, "Even if it is Jiang Xi in the lonely moon night, it will not fill the room with fragrance if he moves a knife to the dead."
Mu Yanli frowned, and didn't intend to talk to him about dissecting corpses and cutting alive people, so he asked: "Speaking of which, you have been using this technique for a few days, when will Emperor Step Immortal be able to Completely reborn?"
"Rebirth doesn't count. He only has a piece of consciousness in his body. At most, he is a living dead."
Mu Yan looked away from his beautiful eyes and said, "What we want is a living dead person. The more obedient the better. ... What about those spiritual core fragments, are they still useful?"
"Almost, although it is not complete, but the power is equally terrible." The teacher said, "The ink burning is indeed the monk with the first talent, enough to clear the way for us."
Mu Yanli sighed: "I hope there will be no more accidents this time."
"It's hard to say whether there will be an accident or not." The teacher said, "I am casting a spell to restore the spiritual core in the body of the fairy, at least ten days. In these ten days, I hope Sister Mu will do two for me. thing."
"Go ahead."
"First, we will do that big thing after the step of Xianjun fully recovers. At that time, no matter how stupid these monks are, they will know that the ink burning is telling the truth, and I am afraid they will join hands to stop us." The teacher paused. Dayton, "Although there are not enough shrimp, soldiers and crabs, but there are too many people, it's always a headache."
"so what?"
"Although the upper class is strong, it lacks experience. The key is the peak of life and death. I hope Sister Mu will release some news, first provoke disputes between the peak of life and death and the various sects, and disintegrate this sect ahead of time."
Mu Yan left the road: "Chu Ning robbed the prisoner, and Mo Weiyu escaped. These two people were originally on the top of life and death. It is not difficult to make an article. What's more, the top of life and death has been criticized before, many people They all want to force them to disperse. This is easy to say. What about the second thing?"
"Second." The teacher sighed and seemed to regret, "Kill someone for me."
"Who?"
"Myself."
Mu Yan turned back and stared at him, the light of the flame illuminated the gentle face of the teacher: "You in the previous life?"
"Um."
"Are you crazy? Are you serious? No matter what he says..."
She paused and didn't say any more, because she saw the teacher lifted up the soft and thick eyelashes like the grass, revealing a pair of black pupils below, and the murderous intention was full.
"No matter what he says, it's me?" Shi Mi smiled, "That's right. But he's also a traitor."
"… "
"If it wasn't for him to let Chu Wanning go, would someone come to rob the prisoner?"
"… "
"If it wasn't for him later disturbing the consciousness of stepping on Xianjun, could Chu Ning Ning take away the half-dead ink?" Speaking of this, the teacher flashed a cold in his eyes, "It's also a blessing that he learned from me. Some magic tricks, a blind man, he ran fast without a trace, and I didn't let me kill him alive."
Mu Yanli couldn't help but said: "I know that he did this inappropriately, but he is our clan after all."
"He is me, these two red dusts are destined to be superimposed in the end, and one of me is enough." Shi Mei stepped up the steps and stood beside Mu Yanli, "Just like you, you died of illness in the previous life. But It's the same with the current sister Mu to help me."
"But you don't have to kill him, our family has suffered enough." Mu Yanli stared at the teacher's eyes anxiously, "Anan, we swear, as long as it is in the family. People, they should empathize with each other, support each other, and not kill each other."
The teacher turned his eyes away, he did not speak, looked at the flames of the dragon and snake dance, and said after a while: "I also thought so in Jiaoshan before, I doubted that no one had suspected him, so I gave him at the end. He has an opportunity. After all, he's not like me anymore."
"… "
"I am still Hua Binan and Shi Mingjing." The teacher was faint, and finally closed his eyes and sighed, "But what about him? He just remembers that he is Shi Mingjing, and he has long forgotten who Hua Binan is."
The flames crackled and orange sparks splattered out.
Mu Yanli finally shook his head: "I can't do the second point you said. He has lost a pair of eyes for us, and now we can no longer tolerate him, Chu nightning they will not accept him again - he You can’t go anywhere, and you can’t accomplish anything, so why do you rush to kill him, just because he betrayed you? Just because he and you chose a different path in the end?”
The teacher didn't speak, for a long time, smiled: "You have always been decisive, how come you suddenly softened?"
Mu Yanli raised her head suddenly, her eyes flashed with pain: "Because he is also my brother, and he is also you."
Because of the emotions in this world, her face finally became no longer so cold, no longer like a stone statue, an ice sculpture.
"Anan, whether it's a past life or this life, no matter what you become, I can't do anything to you. I can't do it."
The tongues of fire in the charcoal basin rose up faintly, dancing across the staggered red silk.
The teacher sighed: "... Forget it, this is a private matter, if you want it or not, it's up to you. But the first thing is about success or failure, please Mu sister must do it properly."
Mu Yanli closed his eyes, and at this moment, the evening bell rang, and he solemnly perched from the turret on the top of the pavilion. This old bell of Tianyin Pavilion has been around for thousands of years since its establishment, and its tone is still magnificent. In the lingering sound of the bell, Mu Yanli spoke slowly.
"I see. ... Don't worry."
On the second night after this conversation in Tianyin Pavilion, a serial murder case suddenly occurred in Bitan Village in the Upper Xiujie. This matter has not been thoroughly investigated, and there have been similar cases one after another in the Huohuang Pavilion, Wubei Temple, Guyueye and other sects.
Soon, a single horror event becomes a cycle, and people quickly discover the crux of the problem—
Treasure Chess.
Chess is everywhere.
Townships and alleys, Huadu Xianmen, no one was spared.
There are more and more chess pieces that have lost their minds, killing people and setting fires everywhere, and all the cultivators in the cultivation world are too busy to take care of themselves, and they no longer have the energy to manage the life and death of the people.
Day by day, blood stained the rivers, and one city after another became a barren city. This catastrophe was more terrifying than any previous rift.
Because people are not even sure who is behind the scenes and how to end this sudden massacre. But most monks believe that this disaster was planned by Chu Wanning and Mo Ran, whose whereabouts are still unknown. However, some people are suspicious. For example, a group of refugees gathered in the ruined temple at the moment, they said: "If it is said that it is burning, it is also credible. But why does Chu nightning help him?"
"Who knows, maybe for a piece of the pie?"
Someone else said: "I don't think it's as simple as getting a piece of the pie. You all saw the robbery field that day. If it was just an ordinary master and apprentice, how would it be so emotional? In my opinion, Chu nightning and Mo Ran The relationship is not normal at all.”
"Ah... you mean?"
"Longyang's good, master and apprentice rape each other."
The upper and lower lips and teeth touched, not swearing by foul language.
Those who were sitting together showed expressions of extreme shock and disgust, and murmured: "No way? He is the Big Dipper Immortal Venerable..."
"Then don't forget that when Chu Wanning was repairing the sky, he accidentally died. His apprentice Mo Ran risked his life to go to hell to save him. Although the master and apprentice are deeply in love, this is a matter of life and death, for you ,Can you do it?"
Convenience was silent.
A bean pod cracked and cracked in the campfire.
"And the time of Jiaoshan, have you heard about it? Shi Mingjing once said something before being kidnapped."
"what?"
"I don't remember the specifics. The situation was critical at the time, and many people didn't chew it carefully. After thinking about it carefully, I always felt that there was ambiguity between the lines."
Someone frowned and said, "But I heard that Shi Mingjing is Hua Binan, can you believe what he said?"
"What nonsense!"
Everyone was startled by this anger, and turned to see a man with an angry eyes: "How can this kind of words be taken seriously! It is clear that the ink is burning and pouring dirty water on Shi Mingjing!"
"Brother Li, why are you so excited..."
The man said, "Why am I not excited? My life was saved by Shi Mingjing!"
"what… "
"At that time, I was in Jiaoshan, and Hua Binan gave us a poison called heart-piercing worm. If Shi Mingjing hadn't solved it for me with pupil therapy, I would have died on the spot! If Shi Engong was Hua Binan, why does he bother to lift the curse for us?"
This burly man became more and more excited as he talked, and finally his eyes were wet.
"Engong was injured by Hua Binan in order to save us. His life and death are still unknown, but he has to be slandered by ink burning. I... I am not worth it for him."
As he spoke, he burst into tears. The other people in the broken temple didn't know what to do for a while, and they all looked after each other—
On one side are Shi Mingjing and Tianyin Pavilion, and on the other side are Mo Weiyu and Chu Wanning. There are doubts on both sides, but obviously the latter has more doubts and is more doubtful.
There was a female cultivator in the crowd. At this time, looking at the bright and dark fire pond, she suddenly whispered: "Actually... I was in the team when I fought against Xu Shuanglin on Jiaoshan that day. What Shi Mingjing did and what Mo Ran did. I've seen it all, and neither of them look like bad people."
"But between the two of them, there's always someone who's lying, right?"
The nun shook her head: "Who is lying is a big deal, and I don't dare to judge. But I want to say something I saw with my own eyes."
Seeing that everyone turned their eyes to her, she was a little embarrassed, coughed lightly, and said: "At that time, everyone was injured, Mo Ran and Chu Zong... Chu nightning's state is not good, sitting next to it to rest. I have no intention of When I saw it, Mo Ran secretly reached out... and touched the face of Chu nightning."