The lights are stunned and s.h.i.+ne as a double.

At this moment, it is not in Meng Po Tang, and Chu Yuning has already burned to the ink. He couldn't figure out the way, and the ink burned his hand and took him away.

The second soul of Chu, Ning, has been lost. I don’t know who is on the eve of this evening. I don’t know who is the person who has been detained with her fingers. She is led by him, and he burns him into the house and wipes the tears on his face. Closed the door.

Chu nightning put the bowl of the hand down. I groped and came to the bed and asked softly:

"Ink burning still asleep?"

"..."

When Chu Jingning saw no response, he was still asleep when he was still burning. He sighed and seemed to be a bit stunned.

The ink burned in the heart, and he was afraid that he would leave. He sat down at the bed and said, "Master, I woke up."

Hearing him calling himself, Chu night Ning's brow slightly moved, and then "hmm", he hesitated, did not speak again.

Mo-burning knows that his face is thin, if he feels that the teacher is present, he can't say more than two sentences, so he picks up a hairpin on the table, volleys on the door, and makes a teacher to cover the door. After the movement, then the following: "How did the Master come? Who brought you?"

Sure enough, Chu Xiuning under the half-soul is more deceiving than usual. He took a moment and said: "When s.h.i.+ Ming took me, did he go?"

"gone."

"Ok……"

After a moment of silence, Chu nightning finally said: "The injury on your back..."

"The injury on the back, don't blame the master." The ink burned softly. "I am good at folding the gra.s.s, and the teacher should punish me."

I didn't think he would say that, Chu night Ning Wei had a sigh, and the last two soft eyelashes trembled and sighed: "Is it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Chu night Ning raised his hand, the cold fingertips groped, touched his ink and burned his face, and said: "Sorry, don't you hate the Master."

At that time, he could never say such soft words, but after he died, the soul of the dead floated in the sinister house, and looked back on the past. He only felt that the rest had no regrets, but the apprentice was too inhuman. Therefore, once again, the opportunity to reproduce the old scene, which once ruined the face can not be said, so naturally whispered out.

The smoldering felt that the heart was like a warm spring water. The hatred that had survived since the birth, the old wounds of the years, the unwillingness of the dying, was originally broken into powder, and was now washed away in this sincere apology. Do not have any remaining.

In the light of the soul, he stared at the face of the master, the blood was like a glimpse, and the pale face seemed to be angry again. He seems to have seen the soft face of the first time in his life when he saw the night.

The ink can't help but raise his hand, and the warm hand covers his cold hand.

"I don't hate you," he said. "Master, you treat me well. I don't hate you."

Chu nightning, the G.o.ds must be embarra.s.sed, and suddenly laughed.

Even the dead person, even if his face is mottled and dirty, he laughs is still the beginning of the ice spring, full of spring, his eyes are closed, but there seems to be beads, s.h.i.+ning between the eyelashes. It was a smile that put aside the wish after death. Pride is not vertical, bright and not demon, like the most luxuriant and stable one, the sea otter has opened flowers, branches and treetops, solemn and cautiously put on thousands of gentle and thin colors, 璀璨芳菲, stars like leaves between.

The ink burned it and couldn’t help but watch it...

This is the first time in his life, the first time I saw Chu Xiening so relaxed and bright. The ink burned stupidly, and suddenly thought of "smile like a flower", and felt unsuitable, and then thought of "a smile and a hundred students", I feel even more absurd.

In the end, he racked his brains and couldn't think of a half-word to describe the beauty of his glimpse.

I only know that I repeat and sigh, look good.

So good-looking people, how did you ever... never found out?

Blessed to the soul, the ink burned and whispered: "Master, there is something I want to tell you."

"Ok?"

"Mr. w.a.n.g’s sea otter, I didn’t know it was so expensive. I picked it up that day and wanted to give it to you.”

Chu nightning seems to be a little surprised. The smoldering sound is light, some stunned, and even some isolated and repeated: "Yes... is for you."

"What do you give me a fold?"

The burning face can't help but red: "I don't know me, I just think it looks good. I..."

He didn't say anything more, but his heart was faintly surprised. It turned out that he remembered the feeling of picking up flowers for the late night.

Chu Xi Ning, who lost the rest of the two souls, was really gentle, just like the cat lost its nails, leaving only the delicate and soft skin belly, and the full snow claw print.

He touched the burning head and smiled: "It's stupid."

"... um." The ink burned and the eyes were hot. He looked up at him and sucked his nose. "It's stupid."

"Don't commit it again next time."

"No more crimes next time."

Ink burned and thought about it. After recalling his past life and self-destruction, he was guilty of all things, bullying men and women, and he was not too light in the night, until the last teacher was disheartened, and he was thrown to him for a lifetime. The verdict of "the character is inferior, the quality is difficult," and the heart is even more mixed. Said: "Master, I promise you, will not teach you to be disappointed in the future. To be good, not to do bad."

He didn't read much, and he couldn't say too many powerful promises, but he only felt a burst of blood in his chest. The soul that was once simple and simple at a young age seemed to finally wake up from sleep.

"The teacher is respectful, and the disciples are dull. Even today, I know that you are waiting for me."

His eyes were burning, he climbed up from the bed, kneeling in front of the night, and squatting down.

When raised again, the youth eyebrows are solemn and solemn.

"From now on, ink burns no longer teaches you to be embarra.s.sed."

The mentor and the apprentice talked about each other, but most of them were talking about ink. When he had a heart to be distressed, it was actually very cute. He listened quietly and quietly, shaking his head and smiling from time to time. Unconsciously, the fish belly white gradually appeared outside the window, as if the thick Huizhou ink was diluted.

Long night will be central.

The master of guilty sin was standing by the stone bridge, and the rus.h.i.+ng river splashed the clothes of his coat, but he was unaware of it and waited only silently.

A round of the rising sun slowly rises to the east, and the light s.h.i.+nes through the leaves of the forest, s.h.i.+ning on the rus.h.i.+ng yellow spring water. In an instant, the river became golden, and the waves were just like the fine scales on the dragon's body. The waves were radiant and overflowing.

At this time, he is already in a state of nothingness. Only when he finds someone who has lost his soul in the late night, can he see him. Both s.h.i.+ Yi and Xue Meng have been here, but they have not seen the old man on the river. He does not seem to be in a hurry, but the rosary in his hand is not getting faster and faster.

"譁-"

Suddenly, the rosary coils that have been encircled by countless rounds are scattered. The stars and moons bodhi fall like rain, and the hustle and bustle is scattered all over the floor.

Sinful eyes, lips, eclipse.

So ominous. He rubbed the broken lines of the beads with his hands, and the beads in the river splashed on the sh.o.r.e. The beads on the sh.o.r.e rolled into the river... It was a long time, and his face was pale.

"Grandmaster!"

Suddenly someone called him.

"Grandmaster!!"

Capable, warm.

I was guilty of sin and immediately followed the precepts. I saw the smoldering lights of the golden light and the red light, flying in the distance.

The dawn of the morning is dazzling, but the young man’s nephew is brighter than the first yang, and the crystal is s.h.i.+ning. He ran to the face of sin, his cheeks were reddish, he gasped slightly, but he could not help but be excited.

"Found it." The ink burned and broke the hair on the forehead, and held the lantern carrying the soul of the late night, in his arms. "He didn't want to see me, he was here...here." The light in my arms seemed to be unwilling, hesitated for a moment, and wanted to hand the light to the sin, but the hand stretched out a few inches and received it back.

I was relieved to sigh and sighed. I looked at him up and down. He laughed and said: "Since you found him, you can hold it, don't give it to me."

The ink burned carefully and continued to hold.

I was guilty of picking up the sticks that leaned against the trees, and gently swayed into the river. A bamboo raft with a green body and a white line on the squat appeared on the sh.o.r.e.

"If you don't want to be late, please ask the donor to board the s.h.i.+p."

The spring water of the dead and the dead pa.s.ses through the ghost world. This is a well-known thing, but because of the enchantment, it does not mean that you can successfully go to the underworld along the river.

The bamboo scorpion of the master of sin has applied a spell to make it pa.s.s through the yin and yang, so the boat is thousands of miles away, and the one who sits alone is sitting on top of it, not half a day.

Huangquan Waterfall.

This waterfall is on the side of the hustle and bustle, and the next is the nine secluded, it is boundless, vast and vast. A roll of bead curtains flows down, and the water mist splashes like a thin smoke.

The ink burned was not carefully seen, and the bamboo raft carried him straight and swooped toward the huge curtain of the prehistoric behemoth. Not responding to him, the powerful water column in an instant like countless sharp knives seems to tear the flesh and blood of the living! breakdown!

"Master -!"

At the time of the crisis, the ink burned only in the heart of the soul, he held the soul lamp in his arms, letting the whirlpool whirl, the sky was dark, and never released...

I don't know how long it took, and the deafening waterfall sounded suddenly.

The sudden rain of the same time suddenly took over.

The ink burned slowly and opened his eyes. It was only a relief when the soul-lighting lamp was safe and sound. Looking up, it was shocked by the prospect of the eye.

The waterfall that traversed the yin and yang of the two worlds disappeared. A bamboo raft floated on the vast and tranquil lake. The lake was dark blue, with a little bit of starlight, and countless faint souls were like fish, swaying through it. The reeds on both sides of the strait are surrounded by the reeds that linger on the glory of Huaihua.

At the left and right ends, deep in the leaves, there is a male and female singer dreams floating in the air, seemingly mourning, but also like peace.

"I am in Leiyuan, my limbs are all muddy. I am crying in the world, my eyes are dry and dusty. I am eating my heart, red ants are brilliant. My stomach, oh... the soul comes back... The soul is coming back..."

Huang Quan Bishui flows eastward, and all kinds of things in front of him cannot be chased.

The ink burned on the bamboo raft for a long time. Suddenly, a tower that towered into the darkness appeared in the heavy night.

Closer, he saw that the archway was a huge, grand and magnificent. But the small places are awesome, flying gold and color. It is like a beast covered with beeswax beads, a golden stone jade piece, brilliant but sullen, it squats in the darkness, open the stinking blood, waiting for the numerous ghosts and ghosts sent to the stomach.

Closer, I saw the corner of the building, such as the fangs wearing the sun, the animal head is majestic, like listening to the world.

Closer. The remnant of Chu’s lateness seems to be uneasy, and the golden brilliance of the lanterns is dark and swaying.

"Nothing." The smoldering felt his uneasiness, holding the lamp, his lips close to the paper, whispering comfort, and sending his spiritual power to accompany him more.

"Master, don't be afraid, have me."

The lamp was trembled, and after a while, it was quiet.

The ink burned down the deep eyelashes, glanced at the lamp, couldn't help but smile, reached out and touched the edge of the lamp, and then hugged it tighter.

In the dark night of the black scorpion, the three characters of "Ghost Gate" slammed into it, and it was bright and dazzling, as if it had just been written with the blood of a living person.

The bamboo poles were docked, and the ink burned on the road of Huangquan, where the soil was full of blood and smell.

He walked forward, and there were more and more people around him. The male and female, the old and the young, and the dead infants who died shortly after birth, were crying and crying. They all drifted to the depths of the land.

Whether it is the emperor's life before the birth, wealth and prosperity, or the cloth dagger, one is poor. No matter how many windings, with funeral.

At this point, I am here. This road, only their own hard-headed singly walked alone.

The ink burns along with the bustling souls and comes to the entrance of the ghost world.

There was a man sitting there, shaking the fan in his hand and looking at the clothes like a soldier. When he died, his stomach was cut open, so the intestines would flow out from time to time.

The goalkeeper soldier impatiently used his fan handle to pick up his belly and lift his eyes and ask the new dead ghost lazily.

"What is your name?"

"Sun 25."

"How come to die?"

"Hey, you are old."

The goalkeeper took a big poke and casually put a stamp on the ghost world to stamp "old death" and handed it to Sun 25: "Do not throw away the brand, lost it to go to the 17th Hall to reissue, go, the next ""

Sun Erwu is very nervous. About every person who just died, Rao is more heroic and more versatile during his lifetime. "Would you like to go to trial?" Hey, he is a good person. Even before he was a chicken, he was stupid. Can you steal a good baby from a cup of tea? At least you have a room for a wife. ”

The old man is not finished, he is uneasy.

The goalkeeper listened to his ears and waved his hand and said: "Judgement? Didn't go to the sun? There are so many souls in the ghost world. You have to wait for ten or eight years to queue up for a tire. When you are not your turn, you are in the ghost world." Waiting, there is not much difference between Yang and Yang. When it is your turn, you will go to the judge and tell you that you killed the chicken before you died, and you haven’t married the wife. Next.”

Sun Erwu was stunned, stunned, and a local accent: "Ten years and eight years?"

I was surprised to see that the ink was not far away: "What? It will take so long to be retrialed?"

"Of course, but if the sin is extremely evil, or the soul is not quite right, then another thing." The goalkeeper heard it, smiled reluctantly, he smiled, the intestines flowed out again, and he stuffed it again. Going back, "It’s never been a long time to enter the 18th floor of Purgatory."

Ink burning: "..."

Sun Erwu’s two or five eyes, I still want to ask again, but the patience of the officers and men seems to have come to an end, and they can’t help but say: “Go away, the soul goes. Everyone is rus.h.i.+ng to reincarnate, you don’t block the old man, One, the next one."

Sun Erwu was driven by his fan.

The next one is a young woman with a face powder and a face. It is still beautiful. When she opens her mouth, she has a certain kind of self-confidence and style in her eyes. She said: "Grandfather, little girl, Jinhuaer, is Killed by bullies..."

Everyone has a way to die, everyone has the mind of everyone.

All kinds of chaos are frozen here. Nothing is more lively and more mixed than this. But the ink burned only the light in his arms.

He owes him a master, and he doesn't care about anything.

He only needs to find the lonely soul left by his master.

"first name?"

The goalkeeper yawned and looked up at the ink.

The ink burned and wanted to open, but the guard suddenly looked at it. It seemed that he was not quite right. He suddenly stood up and stared at his face.

"..."

The darkness of the darkness is not good, and he does not say that he is a dead person. I don’t know if there is any eccentricity in his soul. Even if he doesn’t, he has another person’s remnant in his arms, which is also worthy of interrogation. There is no second entrance to the ghost world, which is destined to escape.

So I had to bite my head and look at the guard.

The guards narrowed their eyes.

The ink burns and calms, and self-reported the door: "Ink burning."

The guard does not say anything.

The ink is burning like a drum, but the surface is not moving: "The monk is ruined, so it is dead. Please ask the official to send me a photo."