In the hall of Lushan, a bean lamp is lit.

Nangong Liu Yan was sleeping next to the throne, and he still had two oranges that he had not finished eating.

Suddenly, a slender figure appeared at the corner, and the shadow fell on Nangong Liu and slowly approached. The man's footsteps were extremely slow, with a stick of scepter, and the soft nose was covered with a white cloth, completely covering his eyes.

"Oh..." Xu was the sound of the bamboo stick and the ground was disturbed to the Nangong. He woke up from the shallow shackles and blinked his eyes. Some of them were awkward: "Ah, my brother, my friend... What happened to your eyes?" ”

What appeared in the temple was the blind eyed teacher who had been out of the crowd before, and tried not to appear in front of everyone.

Nangong Liu Yandi: "Are you not going to Tianyin Pavilion?"

s.h.i.+ Yan shook his head: "If you talk long, you won't talk to you." A little bit, and again, "Aliu, I should have a piece of Zhen Zhi on the table, can you help me find one?" Looking for it?"

"There is nothing wrong with this." Nan Gongliu immediately turned over and looked for it in the case, and soon found the soldier's military squad, "Give."

"Thank you."

The teacher’s slender fingers slowly moved on the shackles. His eyes were blind and he could not see the words on the head. But this squad is not only recorded by characters, but also for the sake of prevention. Read the knowledge. He stood in the empty hall and interpret the contents little by little. The one that was written on the top was Hua Binan’s previous efforts to force the ink to ruin the spirit and call all the chess games.

Called, the former Lin Lingyu is a citizen, 46,000 people.

Wusi Temple belongs to the people, 13,000 people.

......

All of these.

The disciples of the past life and death, all.

The teacher squeezed the soft and delicate shackles of the party. The first fas.h.i.+on felt numb, and the mind was just bluntly thinking about it: the original sacrifice of the previous life was such a sacred blood?

Disciples of death and death, all.

All of them were made into precious pieces, and they were driven by the emperor, except for Xue Meng, who was spared?

But he clearly remembers that Hua Binan once said softly to him: "You know, I am also used to people who are acquainted with life and death. I have a lot of hards.h.i.+ps in the world. I hope that all evils can be done. I hope that there will be fewer people who die on this road. There are few, otherwise, I am also very conscience."

That was what Hua Binan had just come to him through the cracks in time and s.p.a.ce and said something to him.

- There is more suffering in the world, and all evils are not done.

This is not too much deviation from his own ideas. He is very guilty, but he is not what he wants. He is also forced to do so.

"Conscience is uneasy..." At that time, Hua Binan, who pleaded with sincerity to say this to him, had already killed the world in another world.

And he did not know until now.

"My brother, you, what's wrong with you?" The cranial sputum was congested, and the ear was blurred and the sound of Nangong Liu was anxious. "Your face is so ugly, how are you shaking? You... Are you sick? You Cold?"

The child-like groaning, and suddenly wrapped around him warmly, Nangong Liu took off his robe and hurriedly put him on him.

"Come, I am not cold, I will give you my clothes."

The sinner who used to hang the needles and count the organs, became so simple after losing his knowledge.

Perhaps everyone has had such an urgent need, worrying about people, when is young and sincere? Just under the ravages of the years, the heart is also wrinkled like the face.

Become no longer like yourself.

The teacher was wrapped in the clothes of Nangong Liu. He was cold and cold.

There was a stun in front of him, and the white cloth oozes and sheds tears... He falls to the seat and makes his body small.

"He is not me..." The teacher groaned, "He is not me..."

Nangong Liu was confused at the side: "What?"

The teacher smashed his face into his arms. The tiny shudder spread from his fingers. He didn't even want to touch the c.o.c.kroach.

"I want to save people. I also know that sacrifice is inevitable. I know that there will be a lot of calculations. I will live up to a lot of sincerity. I have already prepared for it. He discussed with me that maybe I want to donate my purpose. Never hesitated. But I..."

"Friends brother..."

Nan Gongliu put his hand on his hair, like the comfort of the child, awkwardly comforting him.

The teacher whimpered: "But I really didn't think about it. He killed so many people..."

The c.o.c.kroach fell to the ground, and what was recorded above was almost all the monks and civilians in the red dust.

All become white bones.

After a long time, I went to the Nangong Liudu squatting for a long time, and I didn’t know what to do if I stayed, and the sergeant slowly supported the cold case, and stood up.

Nangong Liu busy asked: "Where are you going?"

The teacher was quiet in the place for a while. He seemed to be really confused about where he should go. When Nangong Liu asked the third time, he only pa.s.sed away. He bit his lip and said, "The Chamber of Secrets."

He can't go wrong anymore, he is going to save the teacher.

When he came to the door of the secret room, he found out that Hua Binan had imposed an extremely deep curse on the stone gate.

"..." The teacher whispered slightly, and then there seemed to be a bitter smile.

From the squad, to the stone gate curse. He suddenly felt that he was so ridiculous.

He is wary of him, so the curse imposed is a spell that has never been practiced by the teacher. After all, Hua Binan did not trust him at all.

"Let you down." The teacher whispered, and a bright blue glow lit up in his hand, touching the heart.

"Maybe you, at my age, haven't learned this curse yet. But I will, but you don't know."

The stone door of the secret room suddenly opened.

Who is going to live again, and the road to life will be the same?

Even if it is the same person, it may be because the spring has avoided a rain, sleep in the summer shade, and change your life.

The teacher squatted in front of the secret room and finally slammed in.

In the secret room, there is a bright light of the Kowloon candlestick, which is exuding pure light, but this light is of no use to the two people in the house.

They are comatose and one is blind.

The bandaged teacher sat on the bedside of Chu’s night, and reached out his hand. The slender, white fingers rubbed the face of Chu’s late night.

He whispered softly: "Master respects..."

Chu nightning did not wake up, there was no response, his cheeks were still hot.

The soul splits and the two are one.

He bears the piecemeal memories that belong to the smoldering, and suffers in his dreams.

The singer's fingertips illuminate the radiance of the glory, and he points to the side of his neck. The gentle, watery spirit pa.s.ses over and flows through the body.

“Can it be better?”

Still no one answered him.

The teacher dropped his eyelashes. In fact, he also knew that Chu Ning was still asleep, otherwise he could not courageously enter the stone room and sit next to Chu.

He stayed for a while, as if he thought a lot, and he didn't seem to think about anything.

In fact, before he entered the division, when he was still very young, he had a long-cherished wish. It is worthwhile to sacrifice anything for this wish.

He knows what his fate is, so he never feels that he is missing.

But one day, time and s.p.a.ce were wrong, and another dusty servant in the red dust suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

He saw himself more than ten years later.

I didn’t say that I was surprised and scared. When he saw Hua Binan for the first time in his youth, the biggest feeling was actually a violation. He didn’t know what it was like to kill himself. It’s cold, sullen, sullen, and desperate.

However, in order to share the wishes of the two people, he finally promised Hua Binan's request, step by step, and finally came to this step.

In the past few years, the two red dust divisions have performed their duties, and it has always been him who stayed with the ink-burning side, and the other behind the scenes is the one who pa.s.sed back.

Just like Teng Xianjun and Mo Zongs.h.i.+ are two, he and the teacher are not so similar. Because of their different experiences, the teacher is more like a cold-scale sacred hand, and he has become a shadow on the chessboard in the torrent of time.

Looking back now, before Hua Binan broke the s.p.a.ce and life, he was also a sultry young man. However, after he cooperated with Hua Bi Nan, Hua Bi Nan has been telling him: To conquer the edge, you must learn to disguise.

In his youth, he once had a big fight with Hua Binan: "I am fed up. When do you want me to be loaded? Everywhere is gentle and good, and swallowing. I have so many lies and you should be outside, who remembers?" ”

At that time, he and the ink-burning group returned from Jin Chengchi. Hua Binan was dissatisfied with his performance in front of the heart-splitting Liu. He blamed him for a few words, but did not expect that the reaction of the teacher would be so huge, and could not help but see: "I am just reminding you to be cautious and not to show up."

"You said it was light." He bit his lip. "You asked me to confirm the burning sensation several times. I didn't do it for a while? Do you know how disgusting it is to be a person who doesn't like it?"

Hua Binan seems to be ignorant of how to answer for a while. After a while, he said: "I have experienced everything you have experienced. What qualifications do you have to say that I don't know."

"But I have never experienced anything you have experienced!"

"..."

"After you came to this world, you told me how to do it wrong, how to do it right. Yes, you are coming over, for that purpose, I am willing to listen to you and pay for it. All. But Hua Binan." The more the teacher said, the more excited, the gasping, the eyes are red, "You better know, you have no position to count me."

This is the first time since the crossing, when it was such a big conflict with the younger ones, Hua Binan’s face was gray and his lips were not snoring.

s.h.i.+ s.h.i.+ said: "You have failed in your world, so come here through the cracks in the life and death of the night, and want to start from scratch. But you have to be clear, I am not your chess piece."

"..."

"I am colluding with you for the purpose of our common cause."

Hua Binan closed his eyes and closed his eyes: "You think more, no one will treat you as a chess piece."

The teacher’s emotions are still very excited: “Forget it, from the time you perceive it to the resurgence of ink, what kind of thing I am not doing according to your instructions? I have been staring at you for the eight bitterness of his body. Hate flower! It's me!"

"..."

"From the impermanence town, he first appeared, you are anxious to let me go to 'occupy' him, and later you let me take a side dish to explore his tone, let alone those you let me deliberately leave him and Chu Yuning The thing." s.h.i.+ Yi, a pair of peach blossoms, stared at the increasingly embarra.s.sing face of Hua Binan. "I spit in the show!"

"Even if you don't have me, you will do it." Hua Binan gnawed his teeth. "You don't think that I am forcing you. These things are the same as before. I have done it. The ink is a bitter long hate flower. The host, only by repeatedly confirming his emotions, can find out the situation of his body flower. Do you think that you have suffered these grievances, I have not received it?"

Seeing the teacher did not immediately refute, Hua Binan said again: "Previous life, I did almost the same thing as you, I have been disguising until the ghost world, I gave birth to his hatred with his own death. After that, I started living again as Hua Binan."

"..."

"I have endured it for so long. Why have you been unable to bear this for only a year and a half?"

The teacher looked up and said: "Do you still ask? You are fighting for yourself. What about me?"

Hua Binan: "...What is the difference between you and me?"

"There is a difference. If I can, I don't want to be left or right." The teacher stared at him, half a sigh of spit out, "even if it is another world."

However, it was difficult to be sincere, even if there was a big disappointment in the heart, after the dispute broke out that day, the division had to bow to fate.

After all, he is too young, and many of his mistakes have never been experienced, and he does know exactly what he is ultimately seeking, so he will eventually compromise himself.

In the past few years, he has been listening to another red dust, and he is more like a jealousy than a rare piece. If you are not tired, it is fake. But whenever the heart is filled with sorrow, he will stop telling himself that these pains are nothing for the big things.

"When can I end this play?" This became the phrase he most often asked Hua Binan, "When is the sky cracking."

Hua Binan’s answer to him is often like radis.h.i.+ng in front of the flower scorpion: “It’s faster, it will be faster than the past.”

He waited day by day, waiting for the trouble.

Later, the door of the ghost world finally opened, and he thought that he could be as free as a previous life. However, I did not expect that Chu Ning was in this battle.

That night, his contradiction with Hua Binan broke out to an unprecedented level. In the closed disciple's room, the teacher smashed all the celadon bowls in front of him, and his chest was undulatingly swaying -

"How do you let me pretend to pretend to be calm? The master is dead, you count it, do you count this out?"

Hua Binan’s face is also extremely ugly: “How can you blame me for this matter? You have to blame and blame it, it’s he’s rash.” The fingers he put on the table squeezed into a fist and almost fell into In the palm of his hand, the voice was fierce and fierce. "It is he who killed Chu and night."

"...Yes, it’s him." The teacher’s eyes were red, but he could not lose his tears. He was warned by his mother from an early age, and he must not cry no matter what he encountered.

Hua Binan is the same.

"It is he who killed the Master, then you don't stop me, I will kill him now!"

Hua Binan looked up and said: "Are you crazy?!"

"Oh?" The teacher gasped, beheaded, and his eyes were full of provocation. "Do you still know that you are crazy?"

Hua Binan gnawed his teeth: "...protecting the ink, tempering him, controlling him, this is the key to our work. As for the rest, it is not what you should think."

"Look, that's it." The teacher sneered at the sneer, and the eyes flashed with agitation. "You are the sacred hand of the cold scale. You can sing the master of the sorrow with the monks on the lonely moon night, and even smother the ink." A few words - but what about me? What are you talking about with me?"

"..."

The teacher was seated in the chair, and the look could be said to be inferior: "The first thing you come to tell me today is to confirm as soon as possible whether the eight bitter long hate flowers in the burnt body have completely lost their effectiveness. Is it still possible? save."

He muttered, slowly raised a few inches of gaze, and fell to the gray face of Hua Binan.

He sneered: "You told me to confess at this moment and ink? Tell me, can't let Chu Xiening in his heart, replace my position?"

The words are as sharp as a thorn, stabbing to Hua Binan, and stabbing himself.

He sneered: "Where are we crazy between the two?"

Hua Binan squinted his eyes, and Huanren rolled under the thin eyelids. Then he said, "I can't do it. Because of the sacrifices made by Chu's past life, the eight bitter hate flowers in the burning body are in jeopardy. It was completely destroyed, and it was hard to control the ink burning at that time."

"So you will push everything that is not done by people to me, is it?!" The teacher couldn't stand it anymore, and slammed the case and got up. "The teacher respected him just to go... Have you considered my feelings?" ?"

"..."

"Do you like him, don't I like it?"

After the teacher said this, the voice could not help but tremble.

The house was dead.

At last he sat down and raised his hand, and the long eyelashes were fighting under the palm of his hand. For a time no one snorted again, the rainstorms outside the window, the heavens and the earth seemed to be splitting in the lightning and thunder.

After a long time, I heard Hua Binan sigh softly: "...A Nan, I can't afford you."

The teacher’s reaction to this was just a stiff and cold sentence: "Don't call me A Nan."

"..."

"I am different from you. Call me a teacher, or a teacher."