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What is still unclear, Shi Mingjing has concealed his true identity from the top of the dead from the beginning. For so many years, he has avoided talking about his biological parents, and even if he mentions it occasionally, he shows grief in just a few words, making it hard to continue questioning.
There are always loopholes in lies, and if you say too much, you will lose. This kind of simple truth will not be understood by teachers.
At this time, I looked back and thought that from childhood to adulthood, no matter what kind of grievances and traumas I suffered, I did not shed a single tear...
"Come up, this seat will take you to the end of the road to martyrdom."
The carriage is of the demon race. The whole body is made of gold, and the statues of the demons are embedded with silver water. Two human figures are carved at the joint of the chariot. On the left is a man with a long beard. What kind of enmity is there, this person described being painted as extremely ugly and disgusting. On the right is a plump woman with low eyebrows and eyes, holding a square. This is slightly better, ugly is ugly, but it is still in the tolerable range.
The most uncomfortable thing is that in front of the five magic horses pulling the cart, five things are suspended with spiritual power, namely limbs and a bloody head - these are fake and woodcut, but Chu nightning I had seen the appearance of fake Gouchen at the bottom of Jincheng Pond, so it was easy to recognize that this was actually the appearance of Gouchen Shanggong.
"All the carriages and horses in the devil world have always been like this." Ta Xianjun glanced at the delicate head, "It has been like this for thousands of years."
Sitting in the compartment, the little bell on the bridle of the magic horse, Ta Xianjun sat down in a comfortable position, and said, "You should have guessed who the two little statues are on the bridle. "
"...It's Fuxi and Nuwa."
"That's right." He smiled, "Old Demon Lord hates the God Realm to death, and I wish the First God would pull the cart for him for the rest of his life."
"... How could Shennong be spared?"
"I haven't heard Hua Binan talk about this. However, it is rumored that Shennong is gentle and generous, and he doesn't care about fighting and killing things on weekdays, and his relationship with Fuxi Nuwa is not very close. , the old slicker shouldn't be involved much."
Chu nightning stopped talking and turned to look at the red road of martyrdom outside the window.
The magic horse traveled very fast, and after about a cup of tea, it carried them to the end of this bloody long bridge.
When I got off the carriage, I saw a bridge made of white bones under my feet. In front of me was a boundless sea of clouds, and the gate of the demon world was hundreds of circles bigger than it looked at the top of death and life. I could see the whole picture and details. very clear. It is so huge, as if it is connected to the universe, and it is landless below, splashing the fire of the Demon Realm in the rainy night. A mortal standing in front of it is like a mayfly to a giant tree, or a corn to the sea.
Chu nightning looked at this giant gate to the sky, and there were exquisite relief paintings and carvings across the eyes, carving the scenes of the five realms, of which the demon world was in the upper position, followed by ghosts, demons, and people, and the god realm was at the bottom. These reliefs are magnificent, but there is a vague sense of mystery.
"Do you think it's strange?" Step Xianjun walked to him and looked at the giant door side by side with him. "When I saw it for the first time, I felt something was wrong."
"… "
"It took half an hour to see the problem."
However, he obviously didn't plan to spend any more time to let Chu nightning stare at it for half an hour, so he said: "All the reliefs on this door and the stone gate are not the same material, but were cast later. It's a fairy bone."
Chu night Ning looked back suddenly.
The demeanor of Step Xianjun became more and more uncertain under the reflection of the devil fire: "During the Great Desolation, the gods and devils fought, and the devils skinned and boned all the captured gods, made relief sculptures, and embedded them on all the gates to and from the devil world."
The strong wind blew the hem of his clothes.
"From now on, all the creatures who go to the demon world will see how many gods have been captured by demons. It also shows that the demons behind the door will never communicate with gods forever."
After watching this shocking vision for a while, Ta Xianjun said: "It's almost, now you know what we are going to do, do you still have so many complaints?"
"... Killing two generations of people, just to pave the way home." Chu nightning raised his eyes, even though he knew that stepping on Xianjun was just a puppet controlled by people, he still couldn't help but his teeth were cold, "There is no resentment. Do you still want me to say, are you doing well?"
Ta Xianjun was about to answer when he heard a commotion behind him.
They turned their heads, but saw that Mu Yanli led thousands of people from Haohaotangtang to the mountain from the top of life and death. She didn't expect these two people to be here. She was stunned for a moment, and then her eyes fell directly on Chu Wan. on Ning.
"Why did you bring him here." She stared at Chu Wanning, but she said to Ta Xianjun, "I'm not afraid of making trouble."
Ta Xianjun said coldly: "With one look, this seat knows what he wants to do next. Don't bother you."
"This place is an important place for the Sphenoid Bone Race to return home, do you know—"
He didn't want to listen to her at all, so he interrupted, "Then who among you group of trash can tie him?"
The wood smoke choked.
"He's by my side, and it's more difficult to escape than in a cage with ten forbidden spells. I kindly brought him to share your worries with you. Why are you talking so much nonsense."
"you!"
"What?" Ta Xianjun raised his thin eyelids, his eyes were extremely cold, "If you are not convinced, I will send him back immediately, and I will do nothing from now on. You can find a way to keep an eye on him. Don't let him approach again by accident. Hua Binan, it's easy to kill Hua Binan."
Mu Yanli was blocked by him and was speechless for a while. After a long time, he staggered the topic and said angrily: "... This matter is over. I'll get some chess pieces and fill them all in. In addition, , Anan has detained some people from this world, and they are all imprisoned on the top of death and life. After you have sorted out the things in front of you, go back and make some new chess."
After she finished speaking, she left with her sleeves. Stepping Xianjun glanced at Chu Wanning, showing her white teeth and pouring a deep pear vortex.
"You are really lucky. You have a batch of materials. Want to see how this bridge was built?"
The situation where living people sacrificed to build a pontoon bridge is too terrifying. After going back that day, Chu nightning had a nightmare.
In the dream, Step Xianjun stood at the end of the road of martyrdom, stepping on the broken bones, heart, liver, spleen, stomach and intestines, every organ and every piece of minced meat grew a bright red mouth, wailing mournfully.
"I don't want to die..."
"Give my life back... give my life back..."
He saw half of Xue Meng's face in these corpse fragments, Xue Zhengyi's eyes, Mrs. Wang's body, and sinful hands with thin moles.
He rushed to them with all his might, shouting: "Xue Meng! Honorable Lord! Husband—"
The voice was cut off.
He saw the blood in the sky, and the ink burned slowly back. It was still the old disciple's uniform. His eyes were gentle and sad. He said: "Master, save me..."
"I don't want to die, I don't want this... help me..."
Suddenly woke up, he was panting, his cheeks and vest were covered in cold sweat, he wanted to get up, but his wrist was bound by the forbidden spell of Teng Xianjun, and he couldn't move.
It was quiet in the room, and he was the only one, dripping slowly, like the tears of the dead gathered into a stream.
"come..."
During this period of time, he has been pinned to the bone, thin and lonely. At this time, he was sitting on the bed. He was too thin, and the thick quilt covered him with almost no ups and downs.
Memories of past lives, misses in this life, sea of corpses piled up, hopeless future.
Pieces of piles were pressed against his shoulders, and the iron bones were crushed to ashes.
Chu nightning's eyes were empty, he was stunned, and slowly recovered from the nightmare, but the reality was not much better than the nightmare, and his expression was particularly broken.
"come..."
Liu Gong staggered in, much older than Chu Wanning's memory.
After all, this world is too far away from the year he died in his previous life.
"Master, are you having a nightmare?"
The old servant could see his heart at a glance, and Chu nightning nodded tiredly.
"I'll go and warm you up a pot of ginger tea..."
"No." Chu nightning raised his slightly wet eyes and looked at him in the dark, "Where is the ink burning? Still on the road of martyrdom?"
"… "
"How many more did he kill?"
Liu Lao was silent for a long time and sighed: "Master, don't ask."
The hourglass dripped for a long time, and the wind and rain outside were bleak.
"The old slave doesn't know how to practice magic. But I also know that on the day when the door of life and death is completely opened, nothing can be turned back. These masters actually understand in their hearts."
Chu nightning's lips moved slightly, and after a while, he closed his eyes abruptly, and his fingers held the fiery red magic spell chain on his wrist-since he attempted an assassination attempt, Step Xianjun has been wary of him. When there is nothing to do in his spare time, Step Xianjun will stare at him in person, but when he goes outside to pave the way for the return of the demons, Chu nightning will be locked in Wushan Hall.
"Grandmaster... Forget it, in two lifetimes, you've done enough." Duke Liu's voice was old, like a shaky autumn leaf, "Last day, just like everyone else."
"It's over, there's no other way."
"Have a good life, stop torturing yourself..."
Liu Gong later brought a bowl of ginger tea and looked after Chu Wanning to drink it. The old man used to be cautious in his words and deeds, and he knew what to say and what not to say, which is why he could stay with Ta Xianjun for so long.
But in this rainy night, he looked at Chu Wanning, who was forced into a desperate situation and was extremely haggard. He looked at Chu Wanning's cheeks, which were even whiter than porcelain cups. He looked at the windy and rainy night outside, and suddenly some Mixed feelings.
Duke Liu didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only calmly say: "Drink more, anyway, this bowl will always be finished. ... Ginger tea to ward off the cold, they all say that the nightmare is because of the body cold, after drinking it, sleep, No nightmares."
After a while, in a daze, he murmured: "My son used to have nightmares too, give him a drink and he will sleep soundly..."
But the murmur was too light, and Chu nightning did not hear it.
After serving him, the old servant went out slowly with a tray in his hand, wiping the corners of his eyes before stepping out of the room. The old man is soft-hearted, but he can't do anything, so his back looks even more stooped.
He disappeared at the end of the corridor.
In fact, what Liu Lao said is right. To stop the teacher, it is the best time to open the door of life and death in time and space. If you miss it, the situation will be almost impossible to restore.
Chu nightning is sitting in the Wushan Hall without people. He knows that he still lost to the teacher in the end. It was too late to discover the truth in the previous life. His sacrifice and planning only delayed the disaster for about ten years.
In the end everything came back to square one.
He tried his best, but in the end he got nothing.
It is recorded in more than one book that the time and space are broken, and the punishment will come. In fact, even if the punishment does not come, the two worlds are already in chaos. This is the last years, many people know it in their hearts, but the divine sense of Stepping Immortal Monarch is incomplete, so he is not worried, he lives very freely.
He came back that day with a pot of pear blossom white.
While filling the wine glasses in front of the two of them, he said to Chu Wanning: "The road to martyrdom has almost been paved."
"… "
"When I finish helping Hua Binan, I'll be free." He took a sip of the pear blossom white that he hadn't tasted for a long time, and then laughed, "Well, it's still the same taste."
After the words were finished, he looked up at Chu nightning again: "When they return to the devil world, do you want to stay in this red dust with this seat, or go through the door of life and death and let this seat go back to the world before you?"
Chu nightning glanced at him and asked: "Where is the teacher."
"Teacher..."
He was stunned for a moment, then his black eyebrows slowly wrinkled, his expression seemed a little dazed and a little painful, he put down the wine cup, raised his hand and pressed his forehead.
Chu nightning watched his every move, and Hua Binan really confuses his thinking. For Stepping Xianjun, the matter of "teacher" is unreasonable now, so he has no way to deepen it. Think about it.
In the end, Ta Xianjun only felt a splitting headache, he suddenly threw the cup, and in the candlelight, he stared at the man in front of him with his troubled and reddish eyes.
"I have no idea."
He closed his eyes and pulled Chu Wanning to stand over. He still sat in the same place. After a while, his forehead pressed against Chu Wanning's waist, and he smelled the fragrance of Begonia flowers in his nose.
"Don't ask me again."
In the days that followed, Step Xianjun's style was almost the same as in the previous life, and even worse.
This corpse that should not have feelings seems to be afraid that Chu Wanning will disappear or die again, so he exhausted his most powerful spells to trap him. During the day, stepping on Xianjun to refine precious chess pieces, laying the road to martyrdom, and returning at night, he would endlessly entangle and grind with him. It seems that only the most intense sex and love can calm his inner instability, as if only by going deep into the warmth of Chu Wanning, can we confirm that all this is not a dream.
"Night Ning..."
In the dead of night, the man sleeping beside him murmured.
"You take care of me..."
He clearly knew that it was impossible, but at this time, he still felt that the person entangled with him had a soul. The heartbeat under his chest was heavy and powerful, and his eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as those of the dead young man.
When hoarsely calling "Night Ning", there is even something similar to love in Ta Xianjun's voice.