On the second day, the ink ignited, and remembering what happened after drunkenness is not so clear.

But he does not remember, Chu nightning will not forget.

After that day, he knocked on the side and confirmed that the smoldering was really a memory of many past events, so he became more and more uneasy. He spent a long time, and finally found a record of this formation from a medicinal scripture in the library of the dead.

The light spilled out of the window: "Eight bitter hate..."

The fingertips rubbed the dark black lines depicted on the scrolls, and Chu Xiening took out the charms of the dragon paintings. The two were exactly the same.

It is a black heart, which is easy to recognize as a love affair, but the love is that the heart will have a sesame-sized white s.p.a.ce to the left, and this is reversed, on the right.

The traces of the spells displayed by Xiaolong correspond to the spell effects. So it seems that this is a flower pot that is similar to the bell, but has the opposite effect.

In the empty and uninhabited hall, the ancient books are mixed with the ancient magic, not so well understood. Although Chu Xiaoning is somewhat involved in the magic, it still looks very difficult.

He read slowly word by word, but whenever he reads a word, his heart is even worse.

"Eight bitter long hate flowers, magic species." The water color thin lips lightly open, Chu night Ning whispered, "It is said that thousands of years ago, the hook Chen Shanggong brought the world into the world."

The book is painted with a pair of seeds, with a drop of blood and a thin smoke.

"This kind of cultivation is very difficult. It needs to be drenched with magic blood for ten years, and then it can be scented with a stalk of the owner."

Chu night Ning whispered: "Need the magic blood and the soul of the owner to grow out? But this world...where there is pure magic."

However, the literature does not necessarily have to be all right, and it is not necessary to study it.

He then looked down and saw a heart painted on the plaque, with a double-flowered flower on the right side of the heart. Beside this interpretation, there is another complex magical text: "This magic flower, the soil is not alive, the hydroponics is not alive, seeing the sky is not alive, seeing the earth is not alive, only someone can raise it."

Chu night Ning was shocked, this is actually a flower that can only be opened in the heart?

Looking further down, it is even more shocking.

What I mean by transcript, roughly speaking, once someone has been planted with eight bitter long hate flowers, they will go through three stages.

In the first stage, the host is not much different from the past, but it will gradually start to feel emotional, easy to maliciously speculate on others, and begin to gradually forget some good memories. At this stage, although the eight bitter long hate flowers are difficult to remove, as long as they are discovered in time, the effectiveness can be slowly suppressed. If the situation is good, the last hate flower will fall into dormancy and it will be difficult to work.

But if this time is not discovered, then according to the host itself, the slowness is ten or eight years, and soon, only the emotion of a big event needs to be intensified, and the eight bitter long hate flower will grow to the second stage.

At this stage, the host will quickly forget all the pure memories related to "pure", "gentle" and "hope", and will repeatedly recall the frustrations and frustrations in life, malicious and bullying.

Life is bitter, life, illness, grievances, love will not be separated from the five sinister, will be remembered by the host.

Go deep into the bone marrow.

Chu Xiaoning read here, his face is white and frosty.

Ink burning... Isn't that true?

He forgot his childhood wish, forgot a letter that he had written, and even no longer had a clear impression of his mother.

He continued to look down. In the third stage, the host became bloodthirsty and irrational.

It will retaliate back thousands of times of suffering that has been suffered before.

Chu Xiuning seems to have sneaked in the blood of the Confucianism in front of the eyes of the Confucianism. One hand was filled with spiritual power and slammed into the monk.

Full of blood, the heart will be pulled out and crushed.

How many people mourn and swear, the corpse is the body of the corpse, but the smoldering is just a long laugh, the eyes are flas.h.i.+ng with agile and crazy l.u.s.ter, and the mouth keeps saying a word:

"You hit a three-footer, you can't ask for a slap... You can't ask for a sigh!"

Awkward, crazy, evil, awkward.

Why does the ink burn like this?

I didn’t have any doubts at the time, but the effect of eight bitter long-sentimental flowers was progressive and deepened, and the most crucial point was that it was written on the transcript – this magic flower would not be plain. The land breeds tyranny, but it expands the hatred and desire of the host itself.

In other words, these hatreds and desires are indeed true to the ink, and no one has blasphemed him.

I did not want to think about the Confucianism of the Tucheng, I really thought about going to the world, and I really hated the resentment of Chu, but this kind of emotion may be just a moment, maybe just buried deep in my heart, even I have forgotten myself. A period of madness.

It’s just that the eight bitter long hate flowers will dig out all the hatred of his heart and put it into practice.

In this way, in the eyes of outsiders, although the host of long hate flowers is crazy, but hateful, it is justified, rather than suddenly temperament, has become another very different person. People will think that "he is slowly becoming like this because of hatred", and will not think "he is slowly becoming like this because of cursing."

For this reason, almost no one can easily detect the eight bitter long hate flowers in the body of the burning body, and when others discover it, it is often in the second and third stages. If you want to remove or want to contain it, it is impossible. .

After reading the pa.s.sage of this paragraph, Chu Jingning was unable to return to G.o.d for a long time.

What kind of feeling is in my heart?

Surprised? regret? anger? fear? Or deplore...

he does not know.

He sat on the floor of the bookstore that was slightly damaged due to his disrepair. At this time, it was afternoon, the sun was still warm, but it was sprinkled on him, but he could not call back the heat of a star and a half.

Chu Xiaoning sat in the book scroll for a long time. He felt that there seemed to be a person who couldn’t see or touch him. The man smiled faintly, and the ghosts and the dead were generally squatting, watching them from behind the scenes. One move, one word.

He looked down again and went to see the sentence written on the plaque -

"In the first stage, if we find out in time, it is difficult to remove the long-sucking flower, but it can contain it, and the host will not lose its heart."

In this sentence, Chu Xi Ning came back and forth, and repeatedly recited countless times.

In the end, he found that there were drops of water and slowly smudged on the transcript. He held out his cold hand and tried to wipe the water stain.

But the hand has not touched the face, and instinctively turned to the face, covering the wet eyelashes, covering the trembling eyelids.

It is not good for him, it is his loss. It is he who has always been proud, and his face is more important than anything else. He is not willing to speak openly.

If you find out in time...

Not to lose the heart.

But for so many years, he did not notice anything. The so-called night-time Yuheng Beidou Xianzun, but even the apprentice became the host of the magic flower, he was not aware of it. It was his solitude and incompetence, which eventually led to the burning of the ink on his own. Long night, involved in **** seas and enmity.

How can he have a face-to-face position, how can he face his face with ink and call him a "master"?

If you find out in time.

A sentence is like a nightmare, like a curse, and his thorns are screaming at him. He is shocked. He is a teacher.

Looking back at this time, how long has the ink burned? It’s not a year or two, and so many years of time, the ink burned from the beginning of the somewhat awkward and somewhat brilliant teenager, was swallowed up by the darkness little by little, and was soaked by the **** hurricane little by little.

As a master of his own, even until today - until everything is irreparable, it is difficult to look back, until this time, he knows afterwards that he knows how to sneak inside him. Hate the pole - he is a teacher! !

On that day, Chu nightning did not know how to pick up the emotions, how to slowly step out of the library, and walk in the dead bamboo forest.

I don't know how I returned to the red lotus water, and under the wisteria flower stand, everything was chaotic. He sat alone, from the sun to the sun.

Later, he entered a person in his vision.

The man has a wide shoulder and a narrow waist. He stepped on the sunset, his hands carrying a glimmer of light, slowly and slowly rus.h.i.+ng toward the water.

Chu nightning because of the ecstasy, a moment of reaction, but who is coming, what the year is. The tall, handsome man overlaps with the boy in his memory in his eyes-

He remembered that it was a month when the teacher was full, and the ink burned a small clay pot wrapped in bamboo and rattan, and rushed to the red lotus to find himself.

The teenager ran too fast, his cheeks were reddish, gasping, and his eyes were bright.

"Master, I tasted a particularly good wine at the foot of the mountain, hit a little, I invite you to drink."

Chu night Ning asked: "You have not received the appointment, where is the money?"

The smoldering grin and laughed: "Ask the uncle to borrow."

"... why bother to pay."

"Because the master likes me." The ink burned and laughed, holding the jug in both hands and handing it to the front of the night, "I like the teacher."

Chu nightning still remembers the embarra.s.sment and sorrow of his time.

The young man's show is too blazing, he feels like a hot potato, can't hold it.

He screamed: "There is nothing to say. I don't like it. I won't say it in the future."

"Oh... that's okay." The teenager scratched his head. "But I have a good meal. If I drink well, I will definitely think of the Master. I want to try it with the Master."

"...I have not drunk."

The ink burned and laughed: "Is always going to try it? Maybe the Master is a huge amount."

Chu night Ning licked his lips, took the jug, opened it, and tried to smell it, his eyes wide open.

"Scent?"

"Ok."

"Haha, let's have a look."

Chu nightning took a sip, although it was strong, but the taste was mellow, and the lips and teeth were soaked with fragrant and fragrant, and Chu Ning couldn’t help but take a sip: "It’s good, what is it?"

The ink burns his mouth and stuns: "This is called pear white."

This is the first time in his life, he murmured: "Pear blossom white... it is a good name."

The smoldering is very happy: "If the teacher respects it, I will be able to accept the appointment and earn money. I will buy it every day."

Chu Evening took another sip and leaned over the phoenix to see him. His face was still faint: "Then your silver money is afraid to survive."

The ink burned and smiled: "You don't have to save it, and all I earn is used to buy things for Master and Uncle."

Chu night Ning does not say anything, but the heart faintly feels cracked, and the sweetness of the silky oozing out. In order to prevent his ink from burning his own joy, he would not feel that "the elders of Yuheng could buy through a gla.s.s of wine", and they continued to hold the jug quietly, drinking coldly and faintly.

Beside him is the newly recruited little apprentice, and Chu Evening sometimes feels amazed that his indifference is a wall for anyone.

Only this guy happily turned over the wall, and no one else touched the back of his head and looked around.

I am afraid to be a fool.

Here, the ink burning disk counts to buy a filial master, and then asks: "Does the teacher like to eat sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

"Ok."

"What about lotus flowers?"

"Ok."

"Osmanthus sugar?"

"Ok."

The darker dimples became more and more sweet. He smiled and said: "Master is really like sweet things."

Chu Xiaoning was not good this time, and he probably finally realized that the sweet food was not consistent with his usual cold and cold appearance.

He took another sip of alcohol, because he was annoyed, so the drink was quite heroic. Although this wine is sweet and mellow, it is still a bit rus.h.i.+ng. He was picked up.

Helpless face, Chu nightning feels that drinking is being embarra.s.sed to be such a thing, so it is hard to resist, not to cough, endure the pain, the throat is more intense, so that his eyes can not help but some red.

The teenagers around me are still ambitions, saying that he is not a magnificent future. Some heroes are short-lived: "Then I will buy them back to the Master. I will collect the delicious food from all over the world and compile them into a booklet. The Master is eating all over the South, and then..."

He smiled back and suddenly jumped.

"Master, you, what's wrong with you?"

Chu nightning: "..."

As a teacher, if it is the drink brought by the apprentice, is it a joke?

Hold on, can't cough.

Then the tail of the eye became more red, and even a layer of misty water vapor was created.

There is something left in the ink: "Is it wrong? Master, how are you crying?"

"..."

Chu night Ning glared at him, long eyelashes trembled slightly, some anger.

The ink burned did not feel his anger. After a while, it seemed that he understood it somewhat. His tone became very gentle. "Is there anyone who bought it before the teacher?"

The anger of Chu Xiaoning is even worse.

The ink burned from the ground: "In fact, I have been eating for a while, and I still can't eat anything. I am starving to death. Later I met a little brother on the road and gave me a pot of sweet rice porridge... I also like it. Sweet, but no one can buy it for me before."

This young boy has a lot of talents to push himself and others. In the end, he believes that Chu Xiaoning is red because of his emotions.

He took the hand of Chu Yuning.

This is really unexpected. Chu is so long, and he has to deal with other people's spells. He only has to take his hand. It was so cold that he was caught by a newly recruited disciple who was unruly and unruly. He felt very surprised.

He was angering, but he raised his eyes and saw his little accident. He was looking up at a handsome and childish young face and said seriously:

"Master, wait for me to come out, I will buy you sugar to eat."

The eyebrows of the teenager's brow are soft.

"I will buy you the best candy, and I will manage it. I have taught me to give me a reward."

I didn't go to school very well. I have been in the music hall for a long time. The speech is always so strange and strange. There are always some words that are unsatisfactory.

However, Chu Xiaoning knew that he was burnt at that time. He stared at the ink and saw the whiskers. He suddenly fell down and no longer snorted.

After a long time, the wine strength finally slowed down, and Chu Ning had some uncomfortable light coughing a scorpion, faintly: "Don’t talk about it later. And..." is also a sudden curiosity, he asked "I have something, I want to ask you."

"Master s.h.i.+ said."

Chu night, rather than squatting, he finally asked some questions: "At that time, there were so many people in front of the tower, why wors.h.i.+p me?"

The teenager burned his mouth and spoke -

But at this time, the memories were interrupted.

Stepping on the jug with a jug, Tienjun stood in front of Chu Yuning, who had been worried, raising a finger and poked his forehead.

"what happened?"

Chu Yuning’s nephew slowly got the focus at this time, and he looked at the ink in front of him.

His face was pale and his face was dark, although he was still handsome, but it was difficult to cover up the tyranny. A pair of eagle eyes like a beast.

It was no longer the hot boy.

It's in the past.

He suddenly felt very tired and very tired. It has been a long time since the house was under house arrest, and it has never been so extreme.

He is very contradictory, and he doesn't even know how to face this man.

Chu nightning turned his face.

A small, cool hand grabbed his chin and licked his face. In the eyes of the phoenix, the light and shadow flow, reflecting the last red glow of the horizon, but also reflected in the dark and dark, stepping on the face of Xianjun, a slightly gloomy face: "Are you still angry?"

Chu nightning closed his eyes for a long time, and his throat was hoa.r.s.e: "No."

"Hot out?" After the evening, he answered the words, and the ink burned his chin, explored his forehead, and then took care of himself. "Well, back."

He sat down and patted the seal of the wine jar and said: "Since the illness is good, the gas is gone. Today, I will accompany my seat to drink a bar."

"..."

Ming knows that there is an invisible behind-the-scenes black hand behind the stepping fairy. It is clear that the seemingly calm life and death at this moment is in danger, and knowing that it should not be a surprise, should not be different.

But when the wine poured out, the ink burned lightly: "Pear blossom white, your favorite wine." When he was still stunned.

The aroma floats out, like the world, like a illusion.

That was also the first wine he had ever had in his life.

I will never forget it in my life.

Chu Xiaoning raised his eyes and looked at the person who poured the wine. He knew that the burning of the ink must not remember this past. Suddenly his heart was dull and his throat was sore, so he picked up the wine cellar and drank it.

The wine is too strong, so booze will be picked up.

But this time, Chu Yuning no longer has no scruples, even as if he caught the floating gra.s.s in the rapids, coughed up sharply, his eyes were red, his eyelashes were wet, and even tears fell.

The ink burned slightly, and there seemed to be a moment in the middle.

However, he quickly narrowed his eyes and grinned unhurriedly: "What happened to Master? How did you cry?"

Chu night will endure, even if it is tormented, even if it is known, even if the truth is known, nothing can be done.

Or remove long hate flowers.

Or find out the black hand behind the scenes.

Or die by yourself.

Before that, he knew that he had to bear it.

I don’t know what to pretend to pretend to be hateful, and I’m so late, I’m so embarra.s.sed, I’m struggling with my back and hoa.r.s.e: “Wine.”

The ink burned slowly and slowly: "Is the wine too rus.h.i.+ng?"

Chu night Ning did not answer, and filled a cup, drinking into the lungs, all the way to burn.

"Why did you wors.h.i.+p me?"

He opened his eyes and looked at it. Between the two, the Tongtian Tower stood still solemnly. It was just that smile that said: "Because I like you, I feel that you are kind." The teenager can never come back.

There are eight sufferings in life.

Old and sick. Love is not to leave. Can't ask. Resentment will. Five sinister.

It is long hate.

There have been many opportunities to perceive the truth, but he has missed it, and when he finally perceives the real cause of the distorted ink, he has become a waste man and can't do anything.

In the night, Chu nightning looked at the ink burning on his pillow and slept, the once pure face was covered with a layer of cold, white-like paper.

He hated and blamed.

When the ink burned and he broke his knife, he was also chilling. When the ink burned his own female, he also died.

It can be long in the long night.

He is lying next to the emperor, and finally knows the truth of the Chu nightning only feels that the past hate or grievances, chills or death, it is so absurd.

The smoldering of the smoldering has already been poisoned, and all this has not been his original intention.

The singular Fengdi Emperor, who had already been imprisoned by the iron lock, was bound by the iron chain. As a teacher, you can't do anything.

Because he doesn't know how many eyes are behind him, he can't tell the truth to anyone.

He can't even show a half-hearted pity and relief to the ink burning. He can only hate, resent, and his heart is cold and dead.

Only when the night is quiet, in this Wushan Temple, in the depths of the Sumu, when the ink burns and sleeps, Chu Ning can get up and put on the pale face.

I can say it softly: "Sorry, Master is not protecting you."