After all, Xue Meng grew up on the top of the dead and was familiar with the shortcut terrain, and finally caught the ink.
He took him all the way to the back mountain, the back mountain at the top of the dead and the life, is the closest place to the ghost world in the whole world, separated by a barrier, and behind it is the underworld.
Looking at the tragic situation in the back of the mountain, Mo Ran immediately knew why that person was obviously at home, but still needed Mrs. Wang to treat people and things in the front hall.
It's not that the person doesn't want to help, but he really can't come out-
The barrier of the ghost world is broken.
At this moment, the entire back mountain is filled with a thick ghost. Specter who never materialized was howling and whirling in the air. At the entrance of the mountain gate, you could see a huge gap opened in the sky. Behind the gap was the ghost world. Leaning out from the middle, the fierce spirit who had repaired the flesh and blood was walking down this step, swaying and densely crawling down, from the underworld to the human world.
As an ordinary person, seeing this scene must be scary, and the first time Mo Ran saw it, he was shocked with white sweat, but he is used to it now.
The barrier between the human and ghost worlds was created by Fuxi in ancient times, but now it is very weak. From time to time, there are broken places that need to be repaired by immortals. But this kind of thing, not only does not get much improvement in cultivation, but also consumes a lot of spiritual energy. It is thankless and hard work, so very few of the immortals in the upper cultivation world are willing to take this job.
When a fierce spirit is born, the people who suffer first will be the people of the lower world. As the patron saint of the lower world, the top of the dead and the dead bear the errand of repairing the barrier. Their sect's back mountain is facing the weakest part of the barrier. The key is to fill in the gaps in time.
This barrier breaking will always be missed four or five times a year, just like a pot that has been repaired, it is not banned.
At this time, at the entrance of the ghost world, on the long bluestone steps, a man was wearing snow-colored clothes, wide sleeves fluttering, sword energy lingering around him, and the golden light was boiling.
The man had a deep waist and pan temples, immortal style, and was very handsome. From a distance, it was easy to think of a literati and elegant scholar who was reading books under the flowers and trees. However, from a closer look, he has sharp eyebrows, hanging phoenix eyes, a straight and narrow nose, and has a gentle and elegant appearance, but his eyes are mean and very inhumane.
The ink burned and looked at him from a distance. Although he was prepared, but seriously, when he saw this person appearing in front of him in good health, he was still, and his bones were trembling finely.
Half dread, half… excited.
his master.
Chu nightning.
In the last life, Xue Meng finally came to the Wushan Temple and cried to see this person.
It is this man who ruined the great cause of the ink burning, destroyed the ambition of the ink burning, and was finally imprisoned and tortured to death by the ink burning.
Logically speaking, to break down the opponent and avenge the hatred, the ink should be happy.
The sea is wide and the fish leaps, the sky is high for the birds to fly, and no one can control him. Mo Ran originally thought that he thought so too.
However, it doesn't seem to be the case.
After Shizun's death, he was buried together with hatred, as if there was something else.
The ink burns has no cultivation, and I don't know that feeling is called meeting an opponent, and it is bright for a while.
He only knew that from now on in the world, there would be no longer his old enemy.
When Master was alive, he was afraid, fearful, and shuddered. When he saw the willow vine in Master's hand, his hair stood on end, like a bereaved dog who was used to being beaten. When he heard the sound of knocking on the clapper, his teeth would become sore, his legs and feet would soften, and his mouth would drool. The calf twitched nervously.
Later, the master died, and the most feared person died. Mo Ran felt that he had grown and made a lot of money, and finally made this deceitful deception.
In the future, looking at the red dust, no one dared to let him kneel, and no one could slap him again.
To celebrate, he opened the altar of pear white, sat on the roof, and drank wine all night.
That night, under the influence of alcohol, when I was a teenager, the scar that Master had drawn on his back seemed to be burning hot again.
At this moment, I saw with my own eyes that the teacher respected him in front of him, and the ink burned staring at him, afraid and hated, but there was also a twist of ecstasy.
Such an opponent, lost and found, how could he not be happy
Chu nightning ignored the two apprentices who broke into the back mountain, and was still concentrating on fighting the overflowing undead.
His facial features are elegant, his eyebrows are evenly long, and his phoenix eyes hang coldly.
However, at this moment, such a gentle, refined and beautiful man was carrying an exorcism sword with bright red blood dripping from him. With a wide sleeve, the bluestone steps in front of him exploded with the sword energy. The gravel and remaining bricks rolled down, cracking all the way from the mountain gate to the bottom of the mountain, and the long steps of thousands of steps were instantly split into a bottomless gulf!
Too fierce.
How many years have passed, have not seen the strength of the master
This familiar, powerful and domineering made the ink burn with inertia, and he didn't stand firm, and he knelt on the ground with a plop.
Chu nightning didn't take too long to kill all the ghosts, and neatly filled the loopholes in the ghost world. After doing all this, he fell from the air and came to Mo Ran and Xue Meng.
He first glanced at the ink burning on the ground, and then looked up at Xue Meng, a pair of Danfeng eyes showing some chills.
"the fat is in the fire?"
The ink burns and convinces.
Master has the ability to always make the most accurate judgment on things immediately.
Xue Meng said: "Master, the ink burned down the mountain and committed the two crimes of stealing and promiscuity. Please master the responsibility."
Chu nightning was silent for a while, and said coldly: "I know."
Ink burning: "..."
Xue Meng: "..."
Both of them were a little confused, and then what? no then
However, it was a fluke in the heart of the ink burning. When I looked up at Chu Wanning, I caught a glimpse of a fierce golden light, which suddenly cut through the air. ! !
Blood splatters!
The speed of the golden light was so amazing, the ink burned, let alone dodging, even closing the eyes had no time to close, the flesh on the face was cut open, and the burning pain.
Chu nightning stood with his hands behind his back, standing coldly in the night wind of Xiao Sha, the air was still filled with the turbidity of fierce ghosts, and at this moment it was mixed with the smell of human blood, making the forbidden area in the back mountain even more eerie and terrifying. .
It was a bunch of willow vines that appeared in Chu Wanning's hands when the ink burned. The vines were narrow and long, with green and tender leaves on them, hanging down to the side of the boots.
Obviously such an elegant thing, it should have made people think of poems such as "slender willows, holding this to a lover".
It's a pity that Chu nightning is neither slender nor a lover.
The willow vine in his hand is actually a divine weapon called Tianwen. At this moment, Tianwen is flowing with golden red light, illuminating the whole darkness, and also reflecting the bottomless eyes of Chu Wanning.
Chu nightning touched his upper and lower lips, and said: "Mo Weiyu, you are so bold. Do you really think I won't control you?"
If it is a real fifteen-year-old ink burning, he may not take this sentence seriously, thinking that the master is just talking to scare himself.
However, after the rebirth, Mo Weiyu had thoroughly learned the master's "control" with fresh blood in his previous life. He suddenly felt that his teeth were hurting. When his brain became hot, his mouth began to refuse to accept the account, and he wanted to clean himself. .
"Master..." The cheeks were bleeding, the ink burned and raised the eyes, and there was a layer of water vapor in the eyes. He knows that his current appearance must be very pitiful, "The disciple never stole... did not promiscuous... Why did the master listen to Xue Meng's words, and he didn't ask, just beat me first?"
"… "
There are two stunts in the ink burning to deal with the uncle. The first is to pretend to be cute. Second, pretend to be poor. Now he has transferred this set to Chu Wanning, and he is so wronged that tears fall: "Is the disciple so unbearable in your eyes? Why doesn't the master even give me a chance to defend?"
Xue Meng stomped his feet next to him: "The ink burns!! You, you are a dog! You, you are shameless! Master, don't listen to him, don't be confused by this bastard! He really stole it! The stolen goods are all It's still there!"
Chu nightning lowered his eyelashes and looked indifferent: "Ink burning, you really didn't steal?"
"Never."
"...you should know the consequences of lying to me."
The burning goose bumps are all up, can he not know? But the dead duck's mouth is still hard: "Please Master, please enlighten me!"
Chu nightning raised his hand, and the golden vines waved again, but this time it did not hit the ink burning face, but tied the ink burning tightly.
This taste is all too familiar. In addition to daily pumping, Liu Teng's "Tianwen" also has a role -
Chu nightning stared at the ink that was tightly locked by Tianwen, and asked again: "Have you ever stolen?"
The ink burned only to feel a familiar sharp pain hitting the heart, as if there was a small snake with sharp teeth and sharp teeth, suddenly plunged into the chest cavity, churning in the internal organs.
Accompanied by severe pain is an irresistible temptation, Mo Ran can't help opening his mouth, his voice is hoarse: "I... never... ah...!!"
Seemingly aware that he was lying, Tianwen's golden light became more and more violent, and the cold sweat broke out from the burning pain, but he still tried his best to resist such torture.
This is Tianwen's second role besides drawing people, for trial.
Once bound by Tianwen, no one can lie in front of the Lord of Tianwen. Whether it is a person or a ghost, dead or alive, Tianwen has a way to let them speak and tell the answer that Chu nightning wants to know.
In the last life, there was only one person, and finally, relying on his strong cultivation, he finally managed to keep the secret in front of Tianwen.
That person is Mo Weiyu who became the emperor of the human world.
After the rebirth, the ink burned with a bit of luck, thinking that he should still be able to resist the forced trial of Tianwen as he did in the past, but he bit his lip for a long time, and the big sweat dripped down the dark eyebrows, He trembled all over, and finally fell down in pain in front of Chu Wanning's boots, gasping for breath.
"I... I... stole..."
The pain disappeared suddenly.
The ink burned and he didn't breathe, and he heard the next sentence from Chu nightning, and the voice was even colder.
"Have you ever been promiscuous?"
Smart people don't do stupid things. Since they didn't resist it just now, it's even more impossible now. This time, the ink burned and didn't even resist. When the pain hit, he shouted: "There are some!!! The master doesn't want it! Don't!"
Xue Meng's face was blue next to him, and he was shocked: "You, how can you... That Rong Jiu is a man, you actually..."
No one paid attention to him, the golden light of Tianwen slowly dimmed, the ink burned and gasped, and the body was wet as if it had just been fished out of the water, his face was white as paper, his lips were still shaking, and he fell to the ground and moved. cannot.
Through the sweaty eyelashes, I vaguely saw the elegant figure of Chu Wanning wearing a sapphire crown and wide sleeves reaching the ground.
A strong hatred suddenly came to my heart - Chu nightning! In my previous life, this seat treated you like that, as expected! ! Even if I live again, I still see how you hate it! I'm fuckin' eighteen generations of your ancestors! !
Chu nightning didn't know that this evildoer was going to fuck his ancestors for the eighteenth generation. He stood there for a while with a gloomy face, and then said.
"Xue Meng."
Although Xue Meng knows that there are more men's sexes among rich businessmen and young people, many people play with the clerk just to be fresh, not really like men, but he still has no way to digest it, and he said after a while: "Master, the disciple is here."
"Mo Ran committed corruption, lewdness, and deceived the three precepts, and took him to Yanluo Temple to repent. Tomorrow, he will be taken to the stage of good and evil, and he will be punished in public."
Xue Meng was shocked: "What, what? Punishment in public?"
Punishment in public means that the disciple who has committed a serious precept is brought to the disciples of the whole sect, and in front of everyone, even the aunt in the dining hall is pulled over, convicted and punished on the spot.
Shame and shame.
You must know that Mo Ran is the son of life and death. Although the discipline is strict, but due to the special status of Mo Ran, his uncle pity him for losing his parents since childhood and being displaced outside for fourteen years, so he can't help but protect himself. Even if he made a mistake, he only taught a few sentences in private, and he never even hit him.
But Shizun actually didn't give respect to the Lord at all. He wanted to bring his precious nephew to the platform of good and evil, and take him seriously as a face-to-face criticism of the whole sect. "Young Master Dou Mo, and put him on his shoes. This is also what Xue Meng did not expect.
In this regard, Mo Ran is not surprised.
He lay on the ground with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
How great is his master, how unyielding and selfless.
Chu nightning's blood is cold. In the last life, Shi Mei died in front of him, and the ink burned and begged him, pulled his clothes, and knelt on the ground to ask him for help.
But Chu nightning turned a deaf ear.
So his apprentice died in front of him, and the ink burned next to him, crying so hard, but he stood by and ignored it.
Now it's just sending him to the stage of good and evil, and it's just a matter of public disposal, what's so strange.
Mo Ran only hates that his cultivation is too weak now, he can't peel his skin, cramp his tendons, drink his blood, can't tug at his hair to insult him, can't torture him to destroy his dignity and let him Life is better than death...
The fierceness of the beasts in his eyes was not hidden for a while, and Chu nightning saw it.
He glanced lightly at the burning face, and there was no extra expression on his elegant face.
"What are you thinking?"
Terrible!
Tianwen has not taken it back!
The ink burned again and felt that the vines tied to him shrank for a while, and the internal organs were twisted into residues. He screamed in pain, panting and shouting out the thoughts in his mind-
"Chu nightning, you are capable! Looking back, I don't fuck you!"
Silent.
Chu nightning: "..."
Xue Meng was stunned: "..."
Tian Wen suddenly took back Chu Wanning's palm, turned into a little golden light, and then disappeared. Tianwen is melted into the blood of Chu Wanning, and he will follow the call and disappear.
Xue Meng's face was pale, and he stuttered: "Master, Master, Master..."
Chu nightning didn't say a word, hanging his long black eyelashes, looking at his palms for a while, and then raised his eyes, a face did not collapse, but his face was colder, he used "Nie The eyes of the dead" stared at the ink for a moment, and then said in a low voice:
"Tianwen is broken, I'll fix it."
Chu nightning dropped such a sentence, turned around and left.
Xue Meng is a stupid child: "Tian, Tianwen this kind of magic, will it be bad?"
Chu nightning heard it, and glanced back at him with the look of "dead as a scoundrel". Xue Meng shuddered suddenly.
The ink burned and lay on the ground with a sluggish look.
What he just thought about was really looking for a chance to fuck” Chu Wanning, he knew very well that the master of Chu, who was called "Yuheng Yuheng, Beidou Xianzun", always paid attention to elegance and integrity, and could not stand being stepped on by others. Defiled Rolling.
But how can this kind of thing let Chu nightning know!
The ink burned like a dog and snorted, covering his face.
Thinking of the look in Chu nightning's eyes when he was leaving, he felt that he was probably not far from death.
The author has something to say: Shizun is finally on the stage~ Don't stand in the wrong cp~ Don't stand in the wrong position to attack Shou, Shizun is Shou, Shou, Shou = = Ink feeding the fish is the attack! This article is the main attack!
Meat Bun: Why did you see Shizun have weak legs, aren't you attacking? What about the aura
Ink feeding fish: old age, rheumatism, old cold legs
Meat Bun: speak well
Ink Feeding Fish: Don't repeatedly stress my thirty-two-year-old soul in the text! After I was reborn, I was very green! Lao Tzu is an innocent and lively young man!
Meat Bun: Then you should continue to suffer from rheumatism and old cold legs (????)っ