"Ink burns, ink burns."
It seemed that someone was calling him.
He opened his eyes vaguely, and a snow-white shadow was reflected in the drowsy vision. He vaguely felt that this person was very similar to Chu Wanning, but he couldn't believe it. He only felt that the man had his hands on his chest and kept going to him. Sending spiritual power where the blood is flowing.
so warm...
who is it
He blinked his eyes hard, trying to look at the too vague figure.
"Ink burns..."
"Master, Master?"
He swallowed the blood in his throat and murmured.
There were warm drops of water dripping on his cheeks. Gradually, he could see clearly that the person in front of him had a pair of phoenix eyes like apricot flowers in the south of the Yangtze River. His face was pale and stained with blood. The ink burned and looked at him, and never saw such a look on the face of Chu nightning.
His master has always been indifferent, but the person in front of him is crying.
The ink burned out and wanted to touch it, wondering if this was true, or an illusion seen by the dying. But the fingertips were a few inches away from the man's cheek, and then stopped again.
Sometimes hating someone is a habit. If all of a sudden you shouldn't hate him, you'll be at a loss.
He dared not touch it.
I'm afraid it's true.
I'm afraid it's fake.
He saw that Chu nightning was full of corpses and a sea of blood. I don't know if it was Caidie Town after the fierce battle, or he was already in Shura Hell. He knows that he has done many evils, and that he will die.
But Chu nightning...
He is a good man.
How can you come to accompany me, forever trapped Abi.
"There is one last point." Chu nightning's voice seemed to come from the deep sea, so hazy, "You can't sleep, otherwise..."
He saw blood oozing from the corner of Chu Wanning's mouth.
The golden light became more and more intense, and suddenly the person in front of him was enveloped by the halo and turned into the appearance of a child.
"Otherwise, under my seat, Yuheng, there will be no more apprentice of you."
"Junior Brother Xia!"
Seeing that Chu nightning became Xia Sini with his own eyes, under the shock of the ink burning, the wound suddenly hurt, and he passed out again without thinking about it.
"Ink burns."
That gentle, almost sighing voice, I don't know if it was a phantom of a previous life, but a whisper in his ear.
"I'm sorry, it's master's fault..."
It's this sentence again! It's this sentence again!
Chu nightning, I don't want you to admit your mistake, I want you—
how
Suddenly he stopped, not knowing what he was thinking.
Don't let him admit his mistake, so what about him
He opened his eyes suddenly, gasping for breath. The ink burned sweat and the heavy shirt, looked up, and saw a neat and clean house without too much decoration.
He was already lying in the dormitory on the top of the dead.
He is still alive...
Looking around in disbelief, he raised his slightly cold hand and touched the injured part of his heart. There was a thick bandage wrapped there, and the blood stained through the gauze, and it hurt a little to touch, but under the gauze, the heart was still beating, so powerful, surging with the ecstasy of the rest of the life.
He is still alive.
He is still alive! !
The blood rushed frantically in the young body, shaking his soul and shaking his fingertips.
Suddenly I heard the sound of the warm curtain rolling up, and the ink burned on the couch and looked up suddenly, facing a beauty who came in with the curtain up, or it was a little cold outside, he was wearing a white fur robe, and his black hair was hanging down. As he stared, his soft and bright eyes were slightly raised, and the tail felt that he was dyed a three-point thin red, but the victory was a lot of rouge.
The teacher didn't expect that the ink burning had woken up, and he was shocked, and then he said: "A burning? You, you..."
"Teacher! Teacher!"
Mo Ran called him several times in a row, his eyes were very bright, and the obsidian glowed. He jumped out of bed, and he didn't care about the pain of the wound. A series of voices from the victory.
"Great! You're not dead! I'm not dead either! It's over, it's over!"
This fissure was the catastrophe of his previous life. The scorpion fell from the sky, took away the teacher, and pushed the ink to the abyss of sin.
After his rebirth, it was this turmoil that he was uneasy, and he was afraid that he would repeat the same mistakes. In the end, he would be alone again, stepping on the jagged bones of his loved ones and walking alone to the empty Wushan Hall.
But God has never underestimated him. When he stood up and was willing to die for the teacher, everything changed.
He will no longer be alone, he will no longer betray his relatives, he will not be forced to rush to Liangshan at night and become a loner in the world. From now on, the curse will be broken—
He truly got rid of the nightmare of his previous life, he was truly reborn.
The ink burned with the teacher, and it took a long time to separate. The fireworks overflowed in the eyes, so bright, like two curtains of twinkling stars.
The teacher was still standing in the same place, until the ink burned his shoulders and looked at him with a low smile. After watching for a long time, he gradually came back to his senses, and his forehead was probed, but he actively resisted the ink burning. chin.
"A burning."
"Uh-huh."
When the teacher raised his face again, there was a slight smile, but his eyes were a little wet.
"Fortunately you are still alive."
Mo Ran smiled and rubbed his head, took his hand, and said: "Fool, how can I be in trouble? I..."
Wanting to say more, suddenly another person outside suddenly lifted the curtain and strode in.
"Xue Meng?"
"..." Xue Meng is really a careful eye. It was probably that Caidie Town was robbed of the limelight during the exorcism. His face was gloomy and his lips were tight. Seeing that Mo Ran woke up, he just paused for a moment, then turned his head to the teacher and said, "When did he wake up?"
The teacher hesitated for a moment before speaking, and there was some worry in his tone: "Just now."
"... Well." Xue Meng responded, still unwilling to see the ink burning.
The ink burns the heart and the child is a child. It is like being robbed of candy when compared to the limelight, and there is no good face for a long time.
But he was in a good mood, and he didn't want to bother with Xue Meng, but smiled: "It seems that I have been in a coma for a long time, who brought me back?"
"Who else can I have." Xue Meng threw his sleeves and hands, his face was very bad, "Isn't it a master?"
"what."
Hearing that the ink burned for a while, and some fragmented fragments flashed before my eyes when I was in a coma, but I was surprised when I woke up, and what I saw at that time became more and more uncertain whether it was true or false.
He pondered: "Master... Junior Brother Xia..."
Listening to him saying this, Xue Meng's body was slightly shaken, and then he said bluntly: "Did you see it?"
"what?"
"Junior Brother Xia is the Master."
The ink burned was originally just a guess, but at this time, it was suddenly shocked, and I couldn't help but lose its color: "What!!"
Xue Meng turned his head suddenly, his expression seemed strange, as if he was trying to press something: "What? I thought you already knew it."
The ink burned and exclaimed: "How could I know! When I was just in a coma... The blur seems to see the silhouettes of the two of them alternately together... I..."
Thinking of the company of Xia Si Ni and himself in Peach Blossom Spring, the two slept together, and also remembered that he couldn't help himself when he was in Linlingyu, and the golden hair button that fell out of his shirt when he was entangled with Chu Wanning.
Begonia handkerchief.
Clothes that change size according to body shape.
The pot of soup in Shashi's hand.
He raised his head and called his senior brother, while he touched his head and said with a smile that we will be brothers in the future, and senior brother loves you.
The pieces of the piles are gathered in front of the eyes like blue smoke. For a while, it is the face of Chu Wanning too dull, and for a while it is the appearance of Xia Si Ni pursing his lips.
He once said in front of Xia Sini that Chu Wanning was not good and didn't like him.
He also patiently combed Xia Si's long hair in reverse.
The hair is so soft that it flows like ink between the fingers.
Come to think of it, it's so similar...
Mo Ran only felt that his head was about to explode, and he twitched for a few laps, muttering: "Master is Junior Brother Xia... Master is Junior Brother Xia... Master is..."
He stopped abruptly, almost frantically.
"What a joke! How could Shizun be Junior Brother Xia!!"
"A Ran..."
Mo Ran couldn't help crying and laughing: "He, although they have many similarities, but ... but they are always different. Xia Shidi is such a good person, how can he-"
"What do you mean."
Xue Meng suddenly interrupted Mo Ran's words, and a pair of sharp eyes stared at the other's face.
"Junior Brother Xia is such a good person? Why, wouldn't such a good person be Shizun?"
The ink burned: "I don't mean that the master is not good. It's just that Junior Brother Xia has always been sincere to me, and I have taken him as a younger brother. You suddenly told me that he is the master, how can you let me? accept… "
Xue Meng said angrily: "Junior Brother Xia is sincere, and Master is fake?"
Hearing the taste of wind and rain in his voice, the teacher hurriedly pulled his sleeves.
"Young master, think about what your uncle said! Ah Ran just woke up, but..."
Xue Meng slammed away the hand of the teacher, and the brown eyes still stared at the burning face, and the blue veins on the neck even swayed slightly because of anger, like a hissing letter, ready to bite the prey and quench it out. Poisonous snake.
"Mo Weiyu, you made it clear to me today, why can't Shizun be Xia Sini? Why is he not worthy of the word sincerity, eh? Tell me, why is he fake in your heart? ?!"
Mo Ran was a little bored by his forced questioning. Xue Meng looked angry and resentful. It was not the first time he saw it. Eat a choking drug-like temper.
He couldn't help being a little annoyed, he frowned and said, "What do you do with me and him?"
"What about you and him?" Xue Meng said, "Do you have him in your heart?"
The ink burned and laughed: "You are sick, Xue Ziming, what are you crazy about when you are idle. After leaving the teacher, let's go to the Danxin Temple to find the uncle and the master to ask clearly." After speaking, he pulled the teacher and told Xue He passed by by mistake and wanted to go out.
Xue Meng stood there for a while, and seemed to be trying to suppress something, but when the ink burned out, he still couldn't hold back, and he turned back and roared: "Mo Weiyu, do you have this master in your heart?!"
"… "
The ink burned by his roar was disturbed for no reason. He paused, and his originally stretched and bright eyebrows gradually became fiery.
The teacher squeezed his palm and whispered uncomfortably: "Don't pay attention to him, he has a bad temper these days. Let's go."
"… Um."
But the hand just touched the warm curtain, and before it was opened, Xue Meng's voice rang, suffocating, hot and hot, as if it came out of the flame.
"Mo Weiyu, you fucking, it's really not a thing."
With a sound of "sand", the curtain was lowered.
Mo Ran closed his eyes, and then opened them.
"A Ran..."
The teacher wanted to hold him, but he was gently blocked by him.
He turned his face and turned around. The two young people were of average age, but their stature was already a lot higher. This man's icy and icy appearance was really terrifying.
The ink burned suddenly and smiled, but the black eyes were heavy and there was no smile.
"A good one is not a thing," he said.
"Xue Ziming, I have never despised my master on weekdays, and I have never stood by when the sky is cracking. There is a leak in the endless hell, and he can't repair it alone, so I ask you to help him. I ask you, as his apprentice, I did something wrong. what?"
"… "
"I have a huge disparity in strength with him. After repairing the barrier, I couldn't support it. I fell from the dragon column, but he didn't even look at me, and let me live and die. I'll ask you again, if it's you, don't you feel cold ?"
"Ink burns..."
The heart of the two worlds, when it comes to the pain point, the handsome facial features of the ink can not help but distort. He said word by word: "I think that I have been righteous and righteous, and I am worthy of him. I don't know what face you have to stand in front of me and say that I am not a thing.... Xue Meng, do you think I have never cared about him? You are wrong. , I care."
"But this person is made of stone." Mo Ran whispered, every word was like a machete cut in the heart, blood dripping, "Xue Meng. Listen to me, I don't care how good he is in the eyes of the world. Daoist, how powerful a master is, and Wan Ye Yuheng Beidou Immortal Venerable, these are not important."
"The important thing is that when the sky leaks, my life is not guaranteed. I begged him to turn back, but he didn't even give me a single glance."
It was obviously so cold and so angry.
But when he said it, he could be considered calm, but his eyes were somewhat red.
"Also, Xue Meng, I can tell you. No matter who fell from the dragon column at that time, even if it was not me, it was you, or the teacher. He would not save you."
Because I have seen it with my own eyes.
In the heavy snow, he turned around, leaving his apprentice's bones cold.
"Nothing is more precious than his good reputation of Beidou Xianzun." Mo Ran sneered, I don't know if the light was dim, and his smile was a little desolate.
"The big ones survive, the bad ones, die."
The last word has not yet been picked up, and suddenly light and shadows move in front of me, and a strong wind hits.
The room was narrow, and although the ink burned, he was aware of it, but because the teacher was behind him, if he avoided it at this time, he might hurt the innocent, so he stood in the same place and blocked his blow.
Xue Meng rushed over like a cheetah, and slammed the ink-burning clothes, only to hear a crisp sound, Xue Meng had slapped him in the face.
The ink burned in vain and was beaten in vain, and it was also burning with anger. He held the violent young man with his backhand, and his silver teeth were crushed: "Xue Ziming! What are you doing?!"
Xue Meng didn't answer, only roared: "Mo Weiyu, you beast!"
He is unreasonable, and he doesn't know what medicine he took wrong. He has no sanity at all. He is fighting with the ink in this empty room, like two trapped beasts. Chew into the abdomen. A solitary lantern swayed abruptly, revealing their furious silhouettes on the stone wall, like a shadow puppet play with blood and hair, like a totem of evil spirits.
Suddenly, Mo Ran heard Xue Meng's choking.
Not too loud, he thinks he probably heard it wrong.
But just after thinking about it, a few tears fell on the back of his hand.
Xue Meng suddenly let go of the ink and shoved him back, so he hugged his knees and sat on the ground, unable to cry by himself.
The cheeks were still red and swollen, but he was completely stunned by him. I thought that I didn't make a killing move, so I wouldn't make him so painful. Besides, it was my cousin who shot him first. Why suddenly...
Before I could finish thinking, I heard Xue Meng crying and screaming.
"How can you say he doesn't save you! How can you say he doesn't save you!"
Tears rolled down, and it was hard to breathe.
On the one hand, the teacher saw that Xue Meng could not hide the matter for a while, and he couldn't help but sigh, and finally lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Xue Meng choked: "You say this, how sad he should be when he heard it underground..."
This sentence came out too abruptly, and Mo Ran didn't react for a while, just stunned: "What?"
Xue Meng just cried bitterly, his fangs were quenched into the neck of the ink, but he also hurt himself.
He cried so sadly, Ai Ai was broken and he couldn't stop wiping his face, his eyes, his eyes were sometimes fierce and sometimes sad.
He squatted on the ground and couldn't get up.
His face was buried in his arms for a long, long time.
The ink burned and gradually felt a numbness rising from the soles of the feet, gradually cold all over the body.
He felt his lips move and heard himself ask.
"Xue Meng, what did you say..."
Xue Meng cried for a long time, or maybe not so long, but Mo Ran felt that he had waited for the thunderous answer and waited too long.
"Master..." Xue Meng finally choked, "He's gone."
The ink burned for a while and was speechless, and the whole body was cold, and only listened blankly, as if he didn't understand what he meant.
gone
what's gone
Where are you gone
who's gone... who's gone! !
who's gone! ! !
Xue Meng slowly raised his head, his eyes seemed to have hatred, ridicule, and the deepest hatred.
"Do you know why he didn't look back then?"
"… "
"My father said, he has exhausted his spiritual power after repairing the sky crack. Do you think the evil spirit of the ghost world is only hitting you? Watching the enchantment is a twin! How much damage you have suffered, he has suffered the same. It's just that he held on and didn't tell anyone."
The ink burned only felt a "buzz" in the brain.
Could it be that he didn't save the teacher in the previous life, also...
Mo Ran didn't dare to think about it anymore, and the fingertips were shaking slightly.
"Impossible... He's so self-conscious..."
"When did he feel uneasy in front of people?" Xue Meng said, his eyes were red and tears fell, "After he came down, he was exhausted, and after giving you a defensive spell, he left you and didn't look at it. You, what do you think it is?"
Xue Meng's words wept blood.
"Master knows that he can't hold on for too long. He is very spiritual, and once he reveals his flaws, he will attract a lot of evil spirits... Ink burning, ink burning... Do you think he will leave, do you not want you... "
Ink burning: "..."
"He left so as not to hurt you! Mo Weiyu! He is afraid of dragging you down!"
"After the closure of the endless hell, the corpses ran wild, and the ten major sects fought bloody battles until dusk. There were countless casualties. Who cares about you? My father took the seriously injured Elder Xuanji back to the top of life and death, only to find out that you are gone. "Xue Meng breathed for a while and choked, "Mo Weiyu, you were brought back by him... He took the medicine to restore his body, and then dragged you and crawled out of the sea of blood. He was covered in wounds. , and gave you the last spiritual power..."
"impossible… "
"It was he who brought you home. At that time, you hadn't woken up yet. His spiritual power was completely damaged. He was no different from a mortal. He could no longer use spells or transmit sound. the steps…”
"Do not… "
"More than 3,000 long steps... He is... a person who has exhausted his spiritual power..."
The ink burned and closed his eyes.
He saw that under the sparkling moonlight, Chu nightning, who was still alive, was carrying his dying self, crawling slowly on the endless steps, covered in blood and mottled in white.
That person used to be so unattainable and spotless.
Big Dipper Immortal Venerable, Yuheng in the night.
The ink burned the throat and choked, trembling: "Impossible... how... can it be done..."
"Yeah." Xue Meng said here, and he was stunned, with red eyes.
"When I saw him, I thought I was crazy, and what I saw was a hallucination. Because I was thinking too." He almost sighed, "How... can it be done..."
"Impossible..." Mo Ran suddenly let out a whimper, hugged his head, and muttered helplessly, "Impossible..."
"The long-order blood is not exhausted, that is the way he takes you home." Xue Meng was extremely cruel because of his hatred. "You go and see, the ink burns. You go and see."
"impossible!!!"
Extremely horrified and helpless, Mo Ran suddenly became furious. He suddenly grabbed Xue Meng, dragged the person from the ground, and hit the wall, his face changed.
"Impossible, absolutely impossible! How could he save me? He never liked me, never looked down on me!"
"… "
Xue Meng didn't speak, he was quiet for a moment, and suddenly smiled miserably.
"Mo Weiyu, it's not that he looks down on you."
In the flowing candlelight, Xue Meng's moist eyelashes lifted and looked at him with hatred.
"I look down on you."
Ink burning: "..."
"I look down on you, the elders of Xuanji look down on you, the elders of the greedy wolf look down on you... What are you." Xue Meng almost smashed these words and spit them on the face of the ink, "Bitch."
"you!"
Xue Meng smiled suddenly, and he looked up at the dark roof: "Ink burning, this is the top of life and death, if there is someone who looks up to you the most, it is him. But you repay him like this."
He smiled and smiled, suddenly closed his eyes, and the tears rolled down again.
This time it was a soft sob.
"Ink burning, your Xia junior brother, my master, is dead."
The ink burned was really bitten by the most vicious snake in the world. He was scalded, and he let go of his hand suddenly, and took two steps back, as if he understood this sentence for the first time.
He was shaking all over.
Xue Meng suddenly called him: "Brother."
The ink burned back, but the back hit the cold wall, and there was no way to escape.
Xue Meng finally stopped crying.
Just the tone of voice, as calm as death.
"Brother, we don't have a master anymore."
The author has something to say:
Ergouzi: "..."
Forget it, Ergouzi 1.0 is now facing collapse, and the 1.0 system has been completely disordered. Let him digest the truth alone. Mengmeng, come here.