On the second morning, the sun shone into the Xuan window.

Chu night Ning opened his eyes, the beggar is warm, a person's temperature can warm the body of two people. He looked at the burning face quietly. In his eyes, this is the most handsome person in the world, and the best person.

He didn't move, he was thinking, what kind of porridge is cooked today?

Yesterday's has been finished, the ink-burning starving ghosts generally drink a whole four bowls, and there is no leftover.

He kissed his cheeks and asked, "Do it for you, okay?"

The man slept very hard, the dark eyelashes fell there, like two rolls of gra.s.s, gentle, gentle as if the next moment would open his eyes, smiled and pulled him, said to him: "Hungry, late to give Cook a bowl of porridge."

It seems that he will tell him deeply and awkwardly: "Whatever the teacher does is good, I will like it."

The body was already cold, and the cheeks were cold and there was no temperature.

Chu nightning did not cry.

He got up, covered the quilt with ink, and then he went to the yard to collect firewood. He cooked seriously and cooked well.

The water was open, the mist filled, and the rice porridge twitched and squirmed, carrying small bubbles. He used a colander to remove the foam, added some salt, and covered it with a wooden lid.

Those who have been born again can no longer be rescued for the second time by rebirth.

Chu night Ning was standing on the side of the stove. There was a moment of clearness in his G.o.ds. The Qingming of this moment almost killed his life. He was busy suppressing the trembling of his fingertips and raised his hand to uncover it.

When the porridge is cooked, there will always be people drinking.

He now has a piecemeal memory of smoldering. When he is a child, he is very poor. If he doesn't have enough food, he has a steaming cake that is a happy day.

Ink burning will not be wasted, so it will always wake up.

After the porridge was cooked, he went to the courtyard to clean the snow, and then folded a new plum, took it back to cut off the branches, and immersed it in a clay bottle.

Plum blossoms are ten miles, so that the ink burns on the road and can smell the world.

No, his consciousness is confused.

What is going on the road, what is smelling in the world... The ink is clearly lying here, exactly the same as yesterday and the day before and a few days ago, but the face is clearer and thinner, and the face is paler.

He will still wake up.

For two generations, no matter whether it is blame or blame, it is love and pity. Since they met, the smoldering never took the initiative to leave. So gradually, the ink burned through his life, became the wind, became the hour, became the spring flowing through the finger gap, and the light that was worn in the long hair.

He is his day and night, and it is his red dust.

Chu nightning strolls in this red dust. This earthly world, the snow will fall, the c.o.c.kroaches will still sing, the autumn will still die, the summer flowers will still be born, everything is as old, so how can the ink burn away?

He is willing to guard him, accompany him, day after day, waiting for him to wake up. Just like the burning of the past life and the body of Chu Xinning, the contract was made, and the yin and yang of this life was reversed. Chu Yuening also did the same thing as stepping Xianjun.

"On the day I left, you will leave."

Once stood in the red lotus water, the ink burned a black robe, so I said to the late night Chu.

"With me."

Nowadays, in the Nanping deep valley, Chu Yuning has attacked the white clothes and overlapped with the emperors of the year.

He reached out and put on a burnt, bloodless face: "...with me."

Jin Guangqi, his spiritual power flowed into the body of the corpse. From then on, even if it falls into the yellow spring, the heavens and the earth, as long as there is still a late night in the world, the body of the ink rain will not decay. Only after many years, Chu Yuning pa.s.sed away, and the flow of spiritual power was terminated, and they would die together.

It is turned into ash, scattered into powder, and turned into mud and dust.

He left with him.

The charcoal fire of the Temple of the Tianyin Pavilion burned, and the light and shadow of the dark and the inconspicuous on the wall. The wooden smoke stood alone in the center of the main hall, holding hands and closing the eyes.

Suddenly, the temple door opened and a man came in.

The wood smoke did not look back, faintly: "Are you coming?"

"Come." The man took off his cloak and hood, revealing a face that fell into the country. It was the teacher, "Isn't the wooden sister going to the apse?"

"There is nothing to see." The wooden cigarette left the road. "But it's just that you give people a chest-cutting thing. The blood is too heavy, I can't stand it."

"There is no way, the medicinal sect, this is the case." s.h.i.+ Yan smiled. "Even if it is a lonely moon, Jiang Yan, the knife will not be full of fragrance for the dead."

The wood smoke frowned and didn't intend to talk to him about the corpse-cutting of the living, so he asked: "Say, you have been doing this for a few days. When will you be able to step on the emperor? Reborn completely?"

"The rebirth is not counted, and there is only one piece of soul in his body. At most, he is a living dead."

The wooden cigarettes pa.s.sed away from the eyes and said: "What we want is a living dead. The more you listen, the better.... How do those spiritual nuclear fragments come in handy?"

"Almost, although not complete, but the strength is as terrible as it is." s.h.i.+ Yan said, "The ink is indeed the first monk to be the best, enough to open the way for us."

The wood smoke sighed: "I hope that this time I will not regenerate the accident."

"It’s hard to say if you don’t have an accident." s.h.i.+ said, "I am casting a spiritual nucleus to restore the body of Stepanjun. At least ten days. In these ten days, I hope that Ms. Wood will do two for me. Things."

"You say it."

"First, after the full recovery of the stepping fairy, we have to do that big thing. At that time, these monks will be stupid, and they will know that the ink is telling the truth, I am afraid that they will join hands to stop us." Dun, "Although the shrimp and crab will not be enough, but there are more people, always a headache."

"So?"

"The strength of the upper training industry is strong, but the experience is not enough. The key is the death and death. I hope that the wooden sister will release some news, first provoke the dispute between the dead and the sects, and dismantle the sect in advance."

The wood smoke leaves the road: "Chu night Ning hijacked the prisoner, and the ink rained away. These two people who were originally dead and dying, it is not difficult to make an article. Not to mention the fact that many people have been attacked before the death of the dead. I want to force them to distribute. This is good to say. What about the second thing?"

"Second." The teacher sighed and seemed to regret, "kill someone for me."

"Who?"

"Myself."

The wooden cigarette turned away from him and the light of the flame illuminates the gentle face of the teacher's eyebrows: "You from the past?"

"Ok."

"You are crazy? Are you serious? He will say it again..."

She paused and didn't say anything more, because she saw the teacher's soft and thick eyelashes lifted up, showing a pair of black c.o.c.kroaches underneath.

"What does he say is me?" The teacher smiled. "This is true. But he is also a traitor."

"..."

"If it wasn't for him to let him go, would anyone come to jail?"

"..."

"If it wasn't for him that he later disturbed the G.o.ds of stepping Xianjun, could Chu nighting take away the half-dead ink?" Speaking of this, the teacher’s eyes flashed a trace of Sen Han, "I also lost my life with me." These techniques, a scorpion, sneaked away and ran fast, did not let me live him."

The wood smoke could not help but say: "I know that he did not do this thing, but he is our people after all."

"He is me, these two red dusts are destined to be superimposed together, and one is enough for me." The teacher stepped up the steps and stood beside the wooden cigarette. "Like you, you have died in previous lives. But The same is true of the current wooden sister who helped me."

"But you don't have to kill him. Our family has suffered enough." The wooden cigarette was staring at the eyes of the teacher anxiously. "A Nan, we swore, as long as it is in the family. People should be accustomed to each other and support each other and cannot kill each other."

The teacher turned his gaze away. He didn't talk. He looked at the flame of the dragon snake. He said: "I used to think so in Lushan. I doubt that n.o.body has doubted him, so I will give it to the end. He can take the opportunity. After all, he is different from me."

"..."

"I am still Hua Binan and s.h.i.+ Mingjing." The teacher was faint, and finally closed the scorpion and sighed. "But what about him? He just remembers that he is a teacher, and he never remembered who Huabinan was."

The flames are smas.h.i.+ng and there is an orange starburst.

The wooden cigarette shook his head and finally shook his head: "I can't do the second thing you said. He has lost a pair of eyes for us. Now we can no longer afford him. They will not accept him again." He can't go anywhere, he can't do anything, why should you hurry to kill him, because he betrayed you? Just because he and your last choice are different?"

The teacher didn't talk, for a long time, smiled: "You have always been decisive, how suddenly is your heart soft?"

The wooden cigarette looked up and slammed, and her eyes flashed with pain: "Because he is also my brother, he is also you."

Her face has finally become so cold because of this secular mood, no longer like a stone statue, an ice sculpture.

"A Nan, whether it is a past life or this life, no matter what you become, I can't start with you. I can't do it."

The fire tongue in the charcoal pot faintly squats and dances into a staggered red silk.

The teacher sighed: "... forget it, this is a private matter, you will follow you if you want to. But the first thing, the success or failure, please be sure that the wooden sister must do it."

The wooden cigarettes closed their eyes, and at this moment it happened to ring at the end of the night, and the turret from the top of the pavilion was solemnly inhabited. The old clock of Tianyin Pavilion has been built for thousands of years, and the tone is still very macro. In this lingering bell, the wood smoke is slowly opening.

"I know....you can rest a.s.sured."

On the second night after the dialogue of Tianyin Pavilion, there was a serial murder case in the upper square of Bitongzhuang. The matter has not been thoroughly investigated, and similar cases have appeared in the sects of Huohuangge, Wushen Temple, and Lonely Moon Night.

Soon, a single terrorist incident became a cycle, and people quickly realized the key to the problem -

Jane Chess.

There are treasures everywhere.

Towns.h.i.+p Lane Mo, Huadu Xianmen, no one was spared.

There are more and more pieces of these lost minds, killing people and setting fire everywhere, and the self-cultivation of the realm of the real world is no longer enough to control the lives of the people.

Every day, the blood stained the river, and one city after another became a desert city. This disaster was more terrible than any previous crack.

Because people are not even sure who is behind the scenes, do not know how to end this sudden big kill. However, most monks believe that this disaster was planned by Chu Yuning and Moxue, whose whereabouts are still unknown. However, there are also people who are suspicious. For example, a group of refugees gathered in the temple at the moment, they said: "If it is said that it is a smoldering ghost, it is also credible. But why should Chu Ningning help him?"

"Who knows, maybe for a share?"

Some people said, "I don't think it's as simple as a piece of cake. You sneaked into the court that day. If you are just an ordinary apprentice, you will be so excited. In my opinion, Chu Yuning and Mo-burn The relations.h.i.+p is simply not normal."

"Ah... are you saying?"

"The good thing about Longyang, the mentoring and the traitors."

The upper and lower lips touched each other, and there was no swearing.

The people sitting around together showed a very horrified and extremely disgusted look, muttering: "No? He is Beidou Xianzun..."

"Then don't forget that when he was late in the night, he accidentally died. His apprentice burned his life and risked his life to **** to save him. Although the teacher and the teacher are deep, this is a matter of life and death. ,Can you do it?"

It is convenient to be silent.

There was a pod in the campfire that burst and gave a crisp sound.

"There was also Lushan that time, have you heard that? Before s.h.i.+ Mingjing was taken away, he once said something."

"what?"

"The specifics don't remember very much. At that time, the situation was critical. Many people did not chew them carefully. Later, when they thought carefully, they always felt that there was a share of the stocks in the lines."

Someone frowned: "But I heard that the teacher is clear, Hua Binan, can he believe in his words?"

"A nonsense!"

Everyone was shocked by this angry anger, and turned to see a man glaring: "How can this kind of truth be true! It is clear that the ink is burning in the water to the teacher!"

"How can Li brother be so excited..."

The man said: "Why am I not excited? My life is saved by the teacher!"

"what……"

"At the time I was in Lushan, Hua Binan gave us a kind of scorpion venom called the heartworm. If it wasn’t for s.h.i.+ Ming’s use of sputum therapy to solve it for me, I would have been on the spot! If the teacher is Hua Binan, why bother to curse us?"

The more the big man said, the more excited he was, and the last time his eyes were all wet.

"In order to save us, Engong was hurt by Huabi Nan, and his life and death are still unknown, but he still has to be burned by ink. I... I am not worth it for him."

He said, he burst into tears. Other people in the temple have not known how to be good at the moment, they all look at each other -

On the one hand, s.h.i.+ Mingjing and Tianyin Pavilion, on the other hand, Mo Weiyu and Chu Yuning, both sides have doubts, but obviously the latter has more doubts and more doubts.

There was a female repair in the crowd. At this time, looking at the fire pool in the dark and dark, suddenly whispered: "Actually... when I was against Xu Shuanglin on Lushan, I was in the ranks. s.h.i.+ Ming’s work and ink burned. I have seen everything I do, neither of them is a bad person."

"But among them, there is always someone lying?"

The woman shook her head and shook her head: "Whoever is lying is a matter of great importance. I dare not break it. But I want to say something that I have seen with my own eyes."

Seeing that everyone turned their eyes to her, she was a bit stunned and coughed and said: "At that time everyone was injured, and the ink burned and Chuzong... The state of Chu Xiaoning was not good, sitting next to the rest. I Inadvertently glimpsed, the smoldering secretly reached out... I touched the face of Chu’s late night."