Scorching sun.
The summit of life and death is magnificent, with long corridors.
As a rising star among the cultivators, it is quite different from those famous families in the upper cultivator world.
Take the most prosperous Linyi Confucianism door for example. The main hall of the family is called the "Six Virtues Hall", which is intended to hope that the disciples can be "wisdom, faith, sage, righteousness, benevolence, and loyalty", and have all the six virtues. The area where the disciples live is called the "Six Elements Gate", and the disciples are warned to "filial piety, friendship, harmony, marriage, responsibility, and compassion" among each other. The place where the classes are taught is called "Six Arts Terrace", which means that Confucianism disciples need to be proficient in the six skills of "ritual, music, archery, horsemanship, calligraphy, and arithmetic".
All in all, it is infinite elegance.
On the other hand, at the top of life and death, it is worthy of being born in poverty. The name of the name is called an indescribable one, "Danxin Temple", "Taiwan of Good and Evil", which are all good, probably because his father and his uncle have not read it for a few days. Shu, thinking that he couldn't hold back a few words later, he started to play around and used his naming talents like "Xue Ya".
Therefore, there are many plagiarized names of the underworld on the top of the dead, such as the dark room for the disciples to reflect on themselves, which is called Yama Hall.
The jade bridge connecting the rest area and the teaching area is called Naihe Bridge. The dining hall is called Meng Po Tang, the martial arts field is called Daoshan Huohai, the forbidden area in the back mountain is called Dead Ghost Room, and so on.
These are not bad, and the more biased places are simply called "this is a mountain", "this is water", "this is a pit", and the famous two steep cliffs "Aah" and "Wowwow".
The dorms of the elders naturally cannot escape the same pattern, and each has its own nickname.
Chu nightning is no exception. He likes tranquility and is unwilling to live with everyone. His residence is built on the south peak of life and death, hidden in a sea of bamboo and green. There is a pool in front of the court, and the pool is red The lotus covers the sun, and due to the abundance of spiritual power, the hibiscus in the pond is in full bloom all year round, as bright as a red glow.
The disciples secretly called this beautiful place—
Red Lotus Hell.
The ink burned thinking of this, and couldn't help laughing.
Who let Chu Wanning have a late mother's face all day long, and the disciples in the sect saw him as if they saw Shura ghosts. What is the place where the ghosts stay is not called hell
Xue Meng interrupted his reverie: "Thank you, you can still laugh! Hurry up and eat breakfast. After eating, I will go to the stage of good and evil with me. Master will punish you in public today!"
Mo Ran sighed and touched the whip marks on his face: "Hi... pain."
"Deserved!"
"Hey, I don't know if Tianwen has been repaired. If it is not repaired, don't take it out to judge me. Who knows what nonsense I will talk about."
In the face of the sincere worry of the ink burning, Xue Meng's face flushed red, and he said angrily: "If you dare to speak out in public, indecently respect the master, I won't pull out your tongue!"
The ink burned his face and waved his hand faintly: "You don't need to pull it out, you don't need to pull it out, the master will tie me with willow vines again, and I will kill myself on the spot to prove my innocence."
When the time came, Mo Ran was brought to the stage of good and evil according to the rules. He looked around, and there was a dark blue sea of people below. The disciples at the top of life and death all wore sect robes, the blue and almost black armor, the lion head belt, the gauntlets and the silver borders on the hem shining brightly.
The sun rises in the east, and under the stage of good and evil, there is a light of armor.
The ink burned and knelt on the high platform, listening to Elder Silu reading the long guilt book in front of him.
"Elder Yuheng's disciples, Mo Weiyu, oblivious to the law, disregarding teachings, disobeying the rules of the sect, and losing morality. Violating the fourth, ninth, and fifteenth precepts of this sect, according to the law, you will be a stick eighty, and you will copy the door. A hundred times, one month ban. Mo Weiyu, do you have something to argue?"
The ink burned and glanced at the white figure in the distance.
That is the pinnacle of life and death, the only elder who does not need to wear a uniform blue-bottomed silver-brimmed robe.
In the evening of Chu, Ning Xueduan is the clothes, and the silver mist is the thin cover. He sat quietly and was a little far away. The ink burned and couldn't see the expression on his face, but he wanted to know that this person must have no waves.
Taking a deep breath, the ink burned: "There is nothing to argue."
According to the rules, the precept elders asked the following disciples: "If anyone is dissatisfied with the verdict or ordered to make a statement, he can discuss it at this time."
The disciples below began to hesitate and looked at each other.
None of them expected that Yuheng Elder Chu Wanning could really send his apprentice to the stage of good and evil and punish him in public.
This is a good thing, it's called selfless, but it's ugly, it's called a cold-blooded devil.
The cold-blooded demon Chu Wanning held his chin lightly and sat in the seat. Suddenly, someone shouted with loudspeaker: "Elder Yuheng, the disciple is willing to intercede for Junior Brother Mo."
"… intercede?"
The disciple obviously felt that Mo Ran was the nephew of the Lord. Even if he made a mistake now, the future would still be bright, so he decided to take the opportunity to please Mo Ran. He began to talk nonsense: "Although Junior Brother Mo is at fault, he usually loves his fellow students and helps the weak. Please treat him leniently for the sake of his non-evil nature!"
There is obviously more than one person who intends to please Junior Brother Mo.
Gradually, more and more people spoke for Mo Ran, and there were all kinds of reasons. Even Mo Ran himself was embarrassed to listen to it - when did he "heart as a child, with the world in mind"? This is a punishment meeting, not a commendation meeting, right
"Elder Yuheng, Junior Brother Mo used to exterminate demons and defend the Tao for me, beheading thorny beasts, I would like to apply credit for Junior Brother Mo, the merits and demerits are equal, and I hope the elders will reduce the sentence!"
"Elder Yuheng, Junior Brother Mo once helped me to relieve my inner demons when I went into trouble. I believe that Junior Brother Mo made a mistake this time, but he was just confused for a while. I would like to ask the elders to ease the punishment on Junior Brother!"
"Elder Yuheng, Junior Brother Mo once gave me a panacea to save my mother. He is a benevolent person, so please give me a light punishment!"
The last person's rhetoric was robbed by the previous one, and there was nothing to make up for a while. Seeing Chu Wanning's Qinghan's eyes swept over, Zhizhongsheng Zhikou said in a hurry: "Elder Yuheng, Junior Brother Mo once helped me double cultivation—"
"Pfft." Someone couldn't help laughing.
The disciple immediately blushed and retreated in embarrassment.
"Yuheng, calm your anger, calm your anger..." Seeing that the situation was not good, the elders were busy persuading him.
Chu night Ning Sen coldly said: "I have never seen such a brazen person. What is his name? Whose apprentice?"
The precepts hesitated a little, and then bit the bullet and said softly: "Little disciple Yaolian."
Chu nightning raised his eyebrows: "Your apprentice? Want a face?"
The precept elders couldn't help embarrassed, blushing and changing the topic: "He sings well, and he can help when he comes to sacrifice."
Chu nightning snorted and turned his face away, too lazy to talk nonsense with this shameless elder.
There are thousands of people up and down the top of life and death, and a dozen dog legs are out, which is normal.
The ink burned to see the words of the brothers and Taiwan, and I had to believe it. It was amazing. It turned out that it was not only myself who was good at talking nonsense with eyes open.
Chu Wanning, who was recited "Elder Yuheng, please be kind", finally spoke to the disciples.
"Pray for Mo Weiyu?" He paused and said, "Okay, you all come up."
Those people didn't know what to do, and they went to the ground tremblingly.
The golden light flashed in the palm of Chu Wanning's palm, and Tianwen came out in obedience, and with a swoosh, tied the dozen people into a ball and tied them firmly in place.
again! !
The ink is burning and despairing. He sees Tianwen and his legs are weak. I really don't know where Chu nightning got such a perverted weapon. Thanks to him, he never married in his last life. If you die, you will be asked to die alive.
Chu nightning's eyes were quite mocking, and he asked one of them: "Ink burning once helped you to remove the devil and guard the road?"
How could the disciple resist the torture of Tianwen, and immediately shouted: "No! No!"
Ask another one: "Ink burning helps you get rid of the fire?"
"Ah!! Never! Never!"
"Ink burning gives you a panacea?"
"Ah! Help! No no no! I made it up! I made it up!"
Chu nightning loosened the tie, but then he raised his hand and waved it fiercely, and the fire was splashed everywhere, and Tianwen suddenly threw it out, and slammed it on the back of the lying disciples.
In an instant, there were screams and blood spattered.
Chu nightning frowned and said angrily: "What are you shouting? Kneel down for me! Commander!"
"exist."
"Punish me!"
"Yes!"
As a result, not only did those people not get any benefit, but each of them was beaten ten sticks for violating the rhythm of deceit, plus a ruthless willow vine from Elder Yuheng.
After the night, the ink burned on the bed. Although the medicine had been applied, the back was full of staggered scars, and it was impossible to even turn over. The painful eyes were full of tears, and the nose was sniffed.
He was born cute, whimpering and curling up like a beaten fluffy cat, but unfortunately, what he thought was really not what a pup should have.
He grabbed the quilt and bit the sheet, imagining that this was the grandson of Chu Wanning, he bit! kick! Kick! Tear!
The only consolation is that the teacher brought a hand made by himself to visit him, and was stared at by those tender and pitiful eyes, and the tears fell even more fiercely.
He doesn't care about any man who doesn't cry easily, he likes to act like a spoiled child with whomever he likes.
"It hurts so much? You still can't get up?" The teacher sat on the edge of his bed and sighed, "Master, he... He was too ruthless. Look at you... There are several wounds, blood It hasn't stopped until now."
Mo Ran listened to him distressed, a warm current gradually rose in the chest, and the bright eyes lifted from the quilt and blinked.
"Master, you care about me so much, I, I will not hurt."
"Hey, looking at you like this, how can it not hurt? It's not that you don't know the temperament of the master, do you dare to make such a big mistake in the future?"
In the candlelight, the teacher looked at him with some helplessness and some distress, and the eyes of the amorous feelings were full of waves, like a warm spring water.
Mo Ran's heart moved slightly, and said obediently: "Never again. I swear."
"Which time did you swear it was true?" But when he said that, the teacher finally smiled, "The hand is cold, are you up? If you can't get up, just lie down and I will feed you."
Mo Ran had already climbed up halfway, and when he heard this, he immediately collapsed and became paralyzed.
Teacher: "..."
Regardless of the previous life or this life, the favorite food of the ink burning is the hand made by the teacher. The skin is as thin as smoke, and the filling is as tender as cream. .
Especially the soup, the milky white is mellow, sprinkled with green chopped green onion, shredded yellow egg, and then poured with a spoonful of red oil and spicy topping stir-fried with garlic paste, eating it in the stomach, it seems to be able to warm people for a lifetime.
The teacher took a spoonful and fed him carefully. While feeding, he also said to him: "There is no red oil today, you are seriously injured, it is not easy to eat spicy food, just drink bone soup."
Mo Ran stared at him, couldn't look away, smiled and said, "It's not spicy, as long as you make it, it's delicious."
"I really know how to talk." The teacher also smiled, picking up a poached egg lying in the soup, "I reward you with a heart, I know you like it."
The ink burned and laughed, and a bunch of messy hair was raised on his forehead, like a flower: "Master."
"What's wrong?"
"It's nothing, I'm just calling you."
"… "
Shaking and shaking.
"Teacher."
The teacher held back a smile: "Is it called me?"
"Well, I'm just calling you, I feel so happy."
The teacher froze for a moment and gently touched his forehead: "This silly child, can't it be a fever?"
The ink burned with a laugh, rolled for half, and looked at him sideways, his eyes were bright, as if full of fine stars.
"It would be great if I could eat the hands made by the master every day."
This is not a lie.
After the death of the teacher, Mo Ran always wanted to taste the dragon hand copy he made again, but the taste would never come back.
At that time, Chu nightning hadn't completely broken with him. I don't know if it was out of guilt. Seeing that the ink burned and knelt in front of the teacher's coffin, Chu nightning quietly went to the kitchen, chopped stuffing with noodles, and wrapped it carefully. Several copycats. It's just that I haven't finished the package yet, and I let the ink burn. I can't bear the loss of my beloved ink. I just feel that Chu nightning's behavior is mocking himself, imitating badly, and deliberately stinging himself. .
The teacher died, and Chu night Ning Ming could save it, but he refused to help. Afterwards, he wanted to outflank the teacher for himself to eat. Did he think this would make him happy
He rushed into the kitchen and knocked over all the utensils, and Xue Yu's full hand rolled all over the floor.
He roared towards Chu Wanning: "What are you? You are also worthy of what he has used? Also worthy of the dishes he has made? The teacher is dead, are you satisfied? Do you have to take all your apprentices? You are all driven to death and crazy, so are you willing? Chu nightning! No one in this world can make that bowl of hands, and you can't imitate him again!"
Now this bowl, he is both happy and emotional, slowly eating the back, although still smiling, his eyes are a little wet. Fortunately, the candlelight was dim, and the teacher could not see his subtle expression clearly.
The ink burned and said: "Teacher."
"Um?"
"Thank you."
The teacher was stunned for a moment, and then smiled gently: "Isn't it just a bowl of hands? As for being so polite to me, if you like it, I will often cook it for you in the future."
The ink burns to say, not only thank you for a bowl of hands.
I also want to thank you, no matter in the past life or in this life, you are the only one who really looks up to me, doesn't mind my background, minds the 14 years I spent outside, unscrupulous.
I also want to thank you, if it weren't for the sudden thought of you, after the rebirth, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to help but kill Rong Jiu, make a big mistake, and go back to the old ways.
Fortunately, in this life, before you die, I will definitely take good care of you. If you are ill, the cold-blooded devil in Chu nightning is not willing to save you, and me.
But where can these words be spoken
In the end, the ink burned just gudugudu drinking the soup, and there was no green onion left, and then licked his lips with a sigh of relief, the dimples were deep, and it was very cute like a fluffy kitten.
"Is there any more tomorrow?"
The teacher didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't change something else? Isn't it tired?"
"I don't get tired of eating every day, I'm afraid you will find me annoying."
The teacher shook his head and smiled and said: "I don't know if the flour is enough. If it is not enough, I'm afraid it can't be done. If not, do you think sugar water eggs are good? It's also your favorite."
"Okay, okay. As long as you do, everything is fine."
The grass grows in the heart of the ink burning, and I am so happy that I can't wait to roll with the quilt for two.
Look at how virtuous the teacher is, Chu nightning, you can smoke me! Anyway, I'm lying on the bed and there are beauties who care and wait on me, hum hum hum!
Thinking of my master, I couldn't help but add a bunch of anger to the tenderness just now.
The ink burned and started to dig the seams of the bed with resentment, thinking, what is the night Yuheng, what is the Big Dipper Immortal Venerable, it's all shit!
Chu nightning, let's wait and see in this life! !
The author has something to say: The teacher outflanked the hand
Ink feed the fish: eat, eat, eat!
Master outflanking hand
Ink feed the fish: throw throw throw throw!
At the peak of life and death, feeding fish wastes food and wastes labor. Is this the annihilation of human nature or the loss of morality? Please see today's "Legal Forum".
The real reason:
Master's cooking is too unpalatable. As an apprentice, he has deeply distrusted the food safety of Master's various dishes.