When the wax is burned out, there is darkness left.

The fire is extinguished, only the embers.

But the darkness has also been brightened, the ashes have been heated, and he has had the light and the heat of the years, no one knows at this moment, will not be mentioned again.

The ink has already exhausted its last trace of spiritual power.

He looked at Yaque, and the sinisters fell to the ground. He watched the living beings no longer under control. The chess pieces were splitting. He looked at the black tide that was about to engulf the dead and dying, and looked at the **** disaster.

Everyone said that he was not evil, and he felt so much. But this demon finally did exactly the same thing as the G.o.d, and Chu Ning was his wax torch. After he followed the light, he walked away.

"brother!"

"Fire!"

He vaguely heard someone calling him, and he was seen by Xue Guang screaming at him, and saw Xue Zhengxuan and Mrs. w.a.n.g break out of the encirclement and rushed to him.

He was relieved by the call of them. He licked his mouth and seemed to want to laugh, but the tears rolled down his **** face.

He wants to say: "I'm sorry, I didn't do well."

But the throat whimpered, and in the end, he pleaded: "Don't hate me."

I am real……

I really like you.

I like my aunt and my aunt, I like the life and death, I like this kind of stolen warmth and my loved ones.

Uncle, aunt, Xue Meng.

Don't hate me.

Millions of soldiers retired, and the ink burned heavily on the ground, covered with mud.

When the previous life was late, the white clothes were stained with blood, but the whole person still looked very clean. He is not the same as the ink, and the ink is always dirty.

When the consciousness was dissipated, he felt that Mrs. w.a.n.g reached out and took him, soft and warm arms, and called him without any pain: "burning."

He heard Xue Zhengyi and the wooden cigarettes arbitrarily arguing, angered: "The traitor? There is still a traitor! If it is the chess he called, why can he do this for the sake of retreat!"

He heard Xue Meng shouting: "Don't move him! Don't move him! Don't take him away!"

a mess.

The ink burned and explained, how much more, but he was really tired and too tired.

He closed his eyes.

Lushan.

In the main hall of the sage, the long lamp sighs and sighs. The wax torch made by whale oil has a thick bowl of mouth. There is no suns.h.i.+ne, no light, no light, no flowers, no flowers, no tears, and a tear. It shows the pa.s.sage of time.

The teacher squatted in the white fox robes and sat in the high position. He is holding his forehead and is closing his eyes.

This position was originally sitting by Xu Shuanglin. At the beginning, he looked at Xu Shuanglin to refine a piece of chess, to create bliss and purgatory, and to hope that his master can return to the world.

He thinks this person is very interesting, but unfortunately he can't stay.

In front of him, there was a crepe with illusion on one side. The dragon and the snake fluttered above, and the dense dots of various colors were scattered.

This is the "sand plate" created by the former s.h.i.+xian Xianjun in conjunction with the Zhenqi chess game. The black point is the precious black spot, the silver point is the white child, the red one is the abandoned child, and the small square on the cloth represents the small box. Hostile forces - as long as this sand table is in hand, even a thousand miles away, he can see the battle.

The teacher put the crepe in front of the case, but did not elaborate. He is very clear about the choices that the ink will eventually make, and the cloth is placed, but it is interesting. There are countless ways to get rid of the predicament, but the Mozong Master has only one way to go, so there is nothing to look at.

I don't know how long it took, the temple door suddenly opened, and there was a slight footstep in the hall. The teacher didn't look up, only faintly asked: "Are you here?"

On the masonry of the light, a man stood.

The man who came in was covered in a white cloak, his hat was very low, and he couldn't see his face. He stopped in the middle of the main hall and looked like a lotus.

The man spoke, his voice was elegant, but his tone was low: "There was a movement outside, and the ink burned the pieces made by Stepan."

The teacher didn't even twitch the eyelashes, and faintly said, "Yeah, he didn't have to choose."

The man said again: "...Take the body of Xianjun is no longer good. So the pieces that he controls have already begun to counteract you. Now the ink is burning with the power of the spirit, and they are all solved. You have to understand, but also count A good thing."

The teacher smiled and said: "Oh? Are you caring about me?"

The man did not answer, after a while, he said: "Next, what are you going to do?"

"I still follow the old plan." The teacher finally moved. He licked his waist and opened a pair of peach blossoms. Under a smile, he was full of spring. "I haven't told you about it long ago."

"...I know that you think carefully. But if you want to make it clear, the ink burns so much to stop the plaques. The monks of these sects are not fools, and they don't have any doubts about the whole thing."

The teacher smiled and said: "I know what you mean. In order to stop the next catastrophe in the real world, he will not hesitate to break his own spiritual core, hero."

"Do you think the comprehension community will interrogate their heroes?"

The teacher did not answer directly. He still smiled, and the ten fingers overlapped. He was lying under his arm and gently asked the person: "Is this thing done by the ink-burning, not like the previous life?"

The man was silent for a while: "...like. It’s almost a repeat."

"That's good, I will ask you again. In the past, Chu, Ning was taken over by Xianjun, and there were several people who really care about him in the real world. Remember him?"

"..."

Seeing him not answering, the smile on the face of the teacher’s face became more and more unpredictable: “Almost no, right? I told you. In those years, Xue Meng ran west and west, and there were still two drops of sympathy. Promise that he will give a helping hand to save lives after death. But then? Under the prestige of stepping on the king, those promises are only on the lips. And as time goes by, the initial feelings are scattered, people The more I feel that Xue Meng is bored. When he ran to ask someone else, everyone said to him - Chu Xi Ning has been in the palace for so long, maybe he is already dead. For a person who is unidentified, how can he lose other living? What about your life?"

The mysterious man shook his head: "Chu Ningning was really missing at the time, but now the ink is burning but it is still at their side. Even if it is worrying, they will not hurt a blood that has just flown through the world of comprehension. People."

Listening to his reb.u.t.tal, the teacher could not help but sigh: "You, compared to me, I have lived for a few years, so it is too naive."

As he spoke, he put away the c.o.c.kroaches on the case, and the pieces on it had all turned red, which meant that they all failed. He didn't care, he put the donkey back into the Qiankun bag.

"When people do not care about their own interests, they can be n.o.ble. But once they are damaged, they will gradually reveal the animal nature."

The slender fingers tied a knot on the Qiankun bag, and the teacher looked up and said: "Now in their eyes, half of the ink burns may be a good person who is shackled, and half of them may be a scheming wicked person. It is a pity to accidentally hurt a good person. But the misplaced wicked person may lead to a **** hurricane in the entire realm of cultivation."

"..."

Seeing the other side silently listening, the teacher will continue to continue: "So, even if he breaks the nucleus, he will stop the next catastrophe for the true world. But there are still too many doubts on his body, human nature is suspicious, and damages his own things. You will choose to remove the roots. This small variable will not change the final result."

The mysterious man asked: "So, do you think Tianyin Pavilion can still slam the ink?"

The teacher smiled and smiled: "Tian Yin Ge is a person on our side. Everything is in the plan. This is inevitable. Next, as long as I can find a way to get the smoldering nuclear debris, I will be able to re-enter the step Packed up and obedient. With his power, there is nothing that can't be done."

The man did not answer the call immediately. After a while, he said: "In another world, you have controlled him for nearly ten years, and what has been done?"

The teacher was slightly stunned and seemed to be stabbed by the man's questioning tone. His face slowly sank. After a long while, he squinted and asked: "What do you mean, do you question me?"

"...No, I didn't question you." The man sighed. "You are the same as my original intention. I am afraid that no one in this world can know you more than I do."

The cool look of the teacher was slightly relieved, but his beautiful voice was still staring at the man’s face. It seemed that there was a bit of truth in the man’s words, and he had some leave. Finally he smashed. With a thin lip, he said, "You understand. Every step I take is to get back what we deserve, so some sacrifices are inevitable."

"Ok."

"You are right, the one who knows me the most is you." s.h.i.+ Yan gently, "I am living between the two worlds, living step by step, fearful and scared. I can hardly trust anyone except you."

"..."

"You don't let me down."

The voice of the teacher fell, and the music was like a b.u.t.terfly. After a complicated silence, the mysterious man spoke up. He said in a calm tone: "I have been asking you for a while."

"what?"

The clouds in the outskirts of Lushan were densely covered, and the winds were raging. Wherein there business people are chilling.

The man said: "I really want to know, in my life, for the sake of our affairs, what is the sacrifice of the end? You tell me the truth."

I didn't expect him to suddenly ask disposed, the teacher 昧 宇 宇 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰 騰Thinking about the trampling we have experienced before, it will be-"

"What is some?"

The gentle and resolute voice of the man interrupted the teacher’s words, and the teacher’s voice seemed dumb.

His complexion began to visibly sink. This is very unusual, because the teacher has always been a man who is not angry, but in front of this mysterious man, he does not seem to have his own teeth, just like the murder on his face at the moment, this man can not see the same .

"Some are some. Do I have to register the innocent people and send them to you?"

The man smiled a little, and he whispered, "Okay, you know, I can't see it anymore."

"..."

"I have been working with you for a long time. I have come to find me from you. After telling me the truth about the past life, I have been helping you for so many years. You are lurking on the lonely moon night, I will do every piece of your life and you will explain it to me. The man said, "Although there are some puzzles and occasional confusion, your thoughts are my thoughts, your pursuit is my pursuit - for the sake of our common, I have already set aside life. I always thought that you are like this, so I don't care if I sacrifice myself, as long as we can succeed."

The teacher got up and walked back and forth.

"What do you mean by saying this? You have set your life out of the way, which means that I am jealous and stealing?"

He looked back and stared at the white man, his face frosty.

"If you know what kind of person I am, you should not say such words at all."

"I know." The mysterious man said, "But I was thinking, after you swindled in your life, you hid behind the scenes as Hua Binan, and controlled the worms that burned your heart - ten years."

"Eight years." The teacher interrupted him. "Later Chu Ning later divided his soul into two, and broke into his body, how many times he recalled some of his nature. In eight years, he committed suicide, no ten year."

"Okay, eight years." The man said, "In the past eight years, you have expanded his hatred in his heart and made him commit such a sinful crime, but it is farther and farther away from our original intention. You see him like this, why not? Stop him in time?"

The teacher yelled and smirked: "Do you know how difficult it is to refine a flower of eight bites?"

"……I know."

"Do you know that people who have spent a lot of time in the flower garden can no longer take effect for the second time?"

"I know."

The teacher didn't smile, and his eyes flashed with anger: "What do you ask? Switch to you, what do you do?"

The man was silent, and after a long time he sighed: "You have not made a choice for me?"

The teacher is aphasia.

The man said: "I have not done this kind of thing personally and walked the way you walked, so even if I know that if I encounter the same situation, I will make the same decision, but I..."

The teacher squinted, step by step, walked down the long steps and stopped in front of the man: "But you?"

"...but I still have a question."

Dead.

Suddenly, the teacher grabbed the man’s robe. Such a beautiful hand, wearing a snake-shaped ring, an extremely elegant hand, close to the front of the person, the back of the meridian burst.

He gritted his teeth: "A good question is awkward, what is the difference between you and me? The past things are one piece, which one is not planned by us? You used to understand it very well, understand it? You Isn't it a bad heart? Are you guilty now? - Why?"

"..."

"Because you think Xu Shuanglin regards you as a friend, but you have been deceiving him all the time, telling him about the fake rebirth, let him open the door to life and death for us, are you jealous?"

The man whispered: "He didn't sell me when he died."

The teacher stunned, and the eyes flashed with sorrow and anger: "Good, good - I said how you were so reconciled at the time - and what? You saw thousands of pieces, you are heartbroken for those people." Are you blaming yourself?"

The man is very calm: "Do you have no blame in your heart?"

"You..." The teacher gnawed his teeth, his eyes almost mad and mocking. He stared at his eyes and stared for a long time, like watching a big joke, and looking at a traitor who made him cold.

Suddenly, he thought of a very vicious wording. He sneered, revealing poisonous cheeks and smas.h.i.+ng into the man's blood.

"Okay, very good, you said so many beautiful words. Self-blame, oh. But after all, are you still deploring?"

Looking at the other side of the eyebrows between the cage, the light in the eyes of the teacher is more prosperous, he is like a slap in the air, soaring, hovering, waiting for the moment of prey, smas.h.i.+ng.

"You suddenly asked me about sin. You probably think that you have regretted seeing the millions of chess games. I probably feel that I saw Xu Shuanglin’s death, so I touched it. But I know you. I know how you are. People - self-blame and jealousy do not exist for you, you are as cold-blooded as me, and you are sympathetic."

The shadow of death from the wings of the dragonfly is falling more and more, and it is getting colder.

"You are not confessing at all. Don't lie to yourself."

He laughed proudly and decently.

It is always elegant and calm to pinch the seven-inch teacher.

He has a word.

"In my opinion, you are just deploring your eyes."

After the words, the teacher took out the waist dagger, and slowly, with the shank, picked up the man's low-hanging white cape hat, and slammed it down.

The cloak fell, and after the white velvet hood, it revealed the face of a beautiful country.

A peerless, elegant look.

Both of them have the same face!

Only this cloaked cloak, his eyes were smashed, covered with a white bandage, and a few foreheads fell in front of the sash.

The teacher looked at the man who had opened the cloak and sneered: "s.h.i.+ Mingjing, see yourself. What you deplore is nothing more than your sacrifice. I went to the very bad situation on the mountain. Disturbing the mood of Chu Yuning, we had to come up with the last resort of discussion - so many people around us, we naturally can not do the play. So in the end you lost your eyes, but I am still good, you are embarra.s.sed."

"...If I am embarra.s.sed, from the very beginning, I will not promise you this plan, and I will not do my best to sacrifice myself. In fact, for me, any one of us is alive to complete the unfinished Things can be. Why should I --"

The voice was not closed but was interrupted.

"Who?!"

The dagger was thrown and hit the pillars with precision.

The teacher returned to the hustle and bustle, and the cold and cold road said: "Come out."

Huang Xiaoyue’s unkempt face turned weakly from the back of the stone pillar.

On that day, he betrayed the people and looked for the treasures of the mountains. However, because of the triggering of the organs, he was unable to escape from being trapped in the secret room. Confucian style secret room gold and silver treasures, swordsmans.h.i.+p cheats, nothing is lacking, only the lack of food.

Jiang Dongtang was trapped in it, his hands and feet were broken, he was bullied, and people were eating. In the end, only Huang Xiaoyue left himself.

He finished the last disciple, struggled and fumbled, and finally came out of the secret room, but did not want to hit such awkward situation.

- What did he see? Two divisions clear?

Huang Xiaoyue couldn’t figure out how to understand it.

With his mind, he can only guess that this is a twin brother. He would never have thought that this was the two divisions of the same world under the influence of time and s.p.a.ce.

But the more I listened to the dialogue between the two, the more ugly, Huang Xiaoyue was savage and savage, and it was vaguely aware that it was wrong. He wanted to go first, but he knew that the teacher was sharp and sharp, and he found his existence.

The teacher narrowed his eyes: "Who I am, it turns out to be an old old mouse."

He moved down and fell to the robes of Huang Xiaoyue: "Blood?... There are no animals in the mountains, what blood?"

He was quiet for a moment and seemed to want to be transparent.

The lips and teeth are open and closed, but there is contempt.

"Human blood?"

Huang Xiaoyue feels murderous and runs away.

"Where can you escape?"

The teacher's green s.h.i.+rt is elegant and light, and it is firmly standing in front of Huang Xiaoyue, lifting a pair of smoke and rain.

Unfortunately, his eyes were too cold, and the rain became frozen in the ice.

"Old man. You are afraid that you don't know, the most disgusting thing in my life is that people eat people."

- This is the last sentence that Huang Xiaoyue heard.

The hall was filled with blood and suffocation. The teacher looked at Huang Xiaoyue and fell to the ground. The blood poured out from the hole in the chest and wrinkled the eyebrows in disgust.

As he wiped the blood on his hand, he said, "Disgusting things."

Looking back, he stared at the other teacher for a moment.

Then his tone slowed down.

"Two generations, the world is a lot of animals like Huang Xiaoyue, have you seen it? So this card of the real world should be re-washed. In addition, you don't think too much, what I told you will not let you in vain Sacrifice. When things are over, I will find a way to cure your eyes."

"..."

Seeing the white man in the cloak, he still didn't make a sound. He turned his eyes and said faintly: "Don't be embarra.s.sed.... Forget it, I promise you, if you have to, you will not be tired of innocence. You can always rest a.s.sured. Are you satisfied?"

Hearing this sentence, the white sergeant’s tight back is only slowly relaxed. His lips are moving and he seems to want to say something to himself. But after this trouble, the teacher from the previous life has become very bad. And did not intend to listen to him again, has strode out of the main hall of the Pantheon.