The hot sun is in the head.

The shackles of life and death are magnificent, and the corridors stretch.

As a rising star in the Xiuxian faction, it is quite different from those of the famous monks.

Let's take the most prosperous Linyi Confucianism door today. The main hall of the people is called the "Six Virtue Hall", which means that the disciples can "smart, believe, holy, righteous, benevolent, and loyal". The disciple's living area, called the “Six-Dollar”, warns the disciples to “filial piety, friends.h.i.+p, jealousy, marriage, responsibility, and s.h.i.+rt”. The place where the lecture is taught is called “Six Arts Taiwan”, which means that Confucian disciples need to be proficient in the six techniques of “ritual, music, shooting, imperial, book, number”.

All in all, it is elegant and endless.

On the other hand, the shackles of life and death are worthy of being poor. The name is a difficult word. "Dan Xin Dian", "Good and evil Taiwan", that is good, probably it is not burning a few days. The book, I thought that I couldn’t find a few words at the beginning, and started to make a fuss, playing a talent like “Xue Wei”.

Therefore, there are many names of plagiarism in the life and death, such as the dark room of the disciple's self-reflection.

The Yuqiao, which connects the rest area to the teaching area, is called the Naihe Bridge. The dining hall is called Meng Po Tang, the performance of the military field is called the Knife Mountain Fire Sea, the back mountain is called the dead ghost, and so on.

These are still good, and the more partial places are simply called "This is the mountain" "This is the water" "This is the pit", as well as the famous "Ah, Ah" and "Wow Wow" two steep cliffs.

The elders’ sleeping halls are naturally difficult to escape, each with its own nickname.

Chu nightning is no exception. He likes to be quiet and does not want to live with everyone. His home is built on the south peak of the dead and dying. He is hidden in a bamboo and blue sea. There is a pool in front of the court. Lotus Day, due to the abundance of spirituality, the pool is full of hibiscus all year round, can be red.

The disciples secretly called this beautiful place a place -

Red Lotus h.e.l.l.

The ink burned this point and laughed at it.

Who asked Chu tonight, one night, a mother's face, the disciples in the door saw him and saw the Shura and the ghosts, what is the place where the ghosts are not called h.e.l.l?

Xue Meng interrupted his reverie: "You still laughed at the loss! I ate breakfast soon. After I finished eating, I went to the good and evil platform. Master is going to punish you in public today!"

The ink sighed and touched the whip marks on his face: "Oh... hurt."

"Live it!"

"Hey, I don't know if the sky has been repaired. If I haven't fixed it, don't take it out and judge me. Who knows what I will talk nonsense."

In the face of the burning heart and sincerity, Xue Meng’s face was red, and he said: “If you dare to speak out in public, be indecent, you will not pull your tongue!”

The ink burned his face and swayed his hand: "You don't need to pull it out, you don't need to pull it out, and the teacher will tie me with the willow, and I will confess it on the spot."

When Chen arrived, the ink-burning rules were brought to the good and evil, and he looked at it, and there was a deep blue sea below. The disciples of the dead and the dead are dressed in martial arts robes, the blue is almost black and the light armor, the lion's first belt, the silver edge of the guard and the hem of the placket s.h.i.+nes.

The rising sun is rising, and the good and evil are under the stage.

The ink burned on the high platform, and the elders of the law read a long sin book in front of him.

"Yuheng elders are under the guise, ink rain, eyes and air, care for teaching, do not follow the rules, morality and sorrow. In violation of the fourth, ninth, and fifteenth commandments of the door, according to the law, the stick is eighty, copying the door It’s a hundred rules, it’s forbidden for one month. You can have something to argue with the ink.”

Ink burned a look at the white figure in the distance.

That is the whole life and death, the only elder who does not need to wear a uniform blue silver robes.

Chu night Ning snow satin is the clothes, the silver smog is a thin cover, like a nine-day frost, but people look thinner than frost and snow. He sat quietly, some distance away, and the ink burned to see the expression on his face, but I also knew that this person would have no waves.

Taking a deep breath, the ink ignited: "There is nothing to argue."

The elders of the precepts, according to the rules, asked the disciples below: "If there is any dissatisfaction with the judgment, or if there is a confession, it can be described at this time."

The following disciples began to hesitate and face each other.

None of them expected that Yu Heng’s elder, Chu Ning, could actually send his apprentice to the good and evil, and disciplinary in public.

This thing is good to say, called iron face unselfish, said it is ugly, called the cold blood devil.

The cold-blooded demon head Chu Ning faintly supported the chin and sat in the position. Suddenly someone shouted with amplifying: "The elders of Yu Heng, the disciples are willing to plead for the younger brother."

"……plead?"

The disciple apparently felt that the ink was the relative of the Lord. Even if he made a mistake now, the future will still be bright, so he decided to take the opportunity to please the ink. He began to talk nonsense: "Mr. Brother is a fault, but he loves the same door on weekdays, helping the weak, asking the elders to look at his essential evil, and deal with it wide!"

There is obviously more than one that intends to please the younger brother.

Gradually, the number of people who talked to the ink has increased. The reasons are all over the place, and even the ones who burned their own voices are all embarra.s.sed—when did he “the heart of the heart, the world of the heart” pa.s.sed? This is a disciplinary meeting, not a commendation meeting?

"The elders of Yu Heng, the younger brother of Mo has once removed the magic guard for me, and killed the tricky beasts. I would like to ask for the merits of the ink master, and I will pa.s.s the penalty and hope that the elders will reduce the sentence!"

"The elders of Yu Heng, the younger brother of the ink, helped me to dispel my heart when I was in danger. I believe that this time, the mistakes made by the younger brother are just a moment of confusion, and the elders are relieved of the punishment of the younger brother!"

"The elders of Yu Heng, the younger brother of the ink has given me a magical medicine to save my mother. He is a kind person and asks the elders to punis.h.!.+"

The last person’s rhetoric was robbed by the former one. There was no time to edit it. Seeing the cold eyes of Chu’s late Qing dynasty swept over, and the eagerness of the students’ wisdom was unspeakable: “The elders of Yu Heng, the younger brother of Ms. helped me to double-education—”

"Hey." Someone couldn't help but smile.

The disciple suddenly blushed and fell back.

"Yu Heng, anger, anger..." The elders of the precepts were not good, and they were busy advising him.

Chu night Ningsen cold road: "I have never seen such a brazen man. What is his name? Whose apprentice?"

The commandment was slightly hesitant, and then the scalp whispered softly: "The little singer."

Chu nightning picked up his eyebrows: "Your apprentice? Face?"

The precepts elders are inevitably embarra.s.sed, red-faced and old-fas.h.i.+oned: "He sings a good singer, and he can help when he receives the sacrifice."

Chu night, Ning snorted, turned his face, too lazy to talk to the shameless elders.

It is normal for thousands of people to go up and down, and a dozen or so dog legs.

When you look at the look of the brothers and sisters, you have to believe that you are really serious. You are good at squinting and talking about your own words, and you are talented in this sect.

After being recited numerous times, "Jade Heng elders please enlighten" Chu Yuening, finally made a speech to the disciples.

"Thank you for the rain?" He paused and said, "Yes, you all come up."

Those people were ignorant and trembled.

In the evening of the night, the golden light flashed in the palm of the hand, and Tian asked to come out. He slammed the dozens of people into a group and firmly tied it to the original place.

Come again! !

The ink burned quickly and desperately. He saw that the legs were soft when he saw it. I really don’t know where the late night Ning was made of such a perverted weapon. He lost his life and never kissed him. Whoever gave it to him was not alive. When you die, you have to be killed and asked to die.

Chu Jingning’s eyes were quite ridiculous. He asked one of them: “Is it necessary to help you get rid of the magic guard?”

Where did the disciple resist the torture of the heavens, he immediately shouted: "No! No!"

Ask another one: "Ink burning helps you get rid of the fire?"

"Ah!! Never! Never!"

"Ink burns you a panacea?"

"Ah-! Help! No, no! No, I have compiled it! It is my editor!"

Chu night Ning loosened the tie, but then he waved his hand and waved, and the fire splattered in the air, and the sky suddenly slammed out, according to the few lying disciples on his back.

Suddenly screams, blood splashes.

Chu night Ning twisted his eyebrows and angered: "What are you calling? Give me a kneeling! Commandment!"

"in."

"Give me a penalty!"

"Yes!"

As a result, those people not only did not get the benefits, but each of them was beaten by the deceitful rhythm, and each was beaten with ten sticks, plus the Yuliu who was accompanied by the Yuheng elders.

After entering the night, the ink burned on the bed. Although it had already been applied to the medicine, all the backs were staggered and scarred. Even the body could not be turned over. The tears of pain were so strong that they sucked their noses.

The cuteness of his birth, so sullen and shrinking looks like a beaten plush cat scorpion, but the content he thinks is really not like a blind man.

He licked the bedding, biting the sheets, imagining that this is the grandson of the late night, he bites! kick! kick! Tearing!

The only consolation was that the teacher had personally made a copy of the hand to visit him, staring at the gentle and pitiful eyes, and the tears of the ink burned even more fierce.

He doesn't care what the man is not tearing, who he likes, who he loves.

"Sore you so painful? Can you still get up?" The teacher sighed at his bed and sighed. "The master respects him... he is too embarra.s.sed to start. He beat you... there are several wounds. The blood has not stopped yet."

The ink burned and he felt distressed, and the chest gradually rose up a warm stream. Mingrun’s eyes lifted from the beak and smashed.

"The teacher said that you care about me so much, I, I will not hurt."

"Hey, look at you like this, how can it not hurt? You don't know the temperament of the master, do you dare to make such a big mistake in the future?"

In the candlelight, the teacher was somewhat helpless and looked at him with some distress. The fascinating eyes and eyes were full of light, like a warm spring.

The ink burned under the heart, and he said: "It will never be. I swear."

"Why did you swear that it was true?" But after returning, the teacher finally smiled. "Put your hands and let them cool. Are you coming up? If you don't come, you will squat, I will feed you."

The smoldering had already climbed halfway up, and once I heard this, I immediately stumbled and did not squat.

Teacher: "..."

Regardless of the last life or this life, the most loved ones are the hand-picked by the teacher. The skin is as thin as cloud smoke, and the stuffing is tender, such as gelatin. Each one is full and smooth, soft and fragrant, and the entrance is instant. .

Especially the soup head, the milky white glutinous rice, sprinkled with green onion, tender yellow egg silk, and then poured a spoonful of garlic and stir-fried red oil and spicy toppings, eat into the stomach, as if to warm people for a lifetime.

The teacher took a spoonful and a spoonful and carefully fed him. While feeding, he also said to him: "There is no red oil on the day, you hurt badly, it is not easy to eat spicy, just drink bone soup."

The ink burned and stared at him. He couldn’t move his eyes and smiled and said: "Spicy and not spicy, as long as you do, it is delicious."

"I can talk." The teacher also smiled and picked up a poached egg lying in the soup. "Take you a heart, know that you like it."

The ink smirked and laughed, and the forehead was stunned and squirmed like a flower: "Sister."

"what happened?"

"Nothing, just call you."

"..."

Stay swaying.

"Teacher."

The teacher refused to laugh: "Is it called me?"

"Well, it’s just calling you, I feel so happy."

The teacher snorted and touched his forehead gently: "This silly boy, isn't it a fever?"

The ink burned out and laughed. He rolled a half and rolled his face, his face glaring at him, his eyes bright, like a tiny star.

"If you can eat the master's hand every day, that would be great."

This is not a lie.

After the death of the teacher, Mo-burning always wanted to try the dragon handwriting he had done again, but the taste was never able to come back.

At that time, Chu Ning had not completely broken with him. I don’t know if it was out of jealousy. I watched the ink burned and lingered in front of the teacher. Chu nightning quietly went to the kitchen, and stuffed with glutinous rice, and carefully wrapped it. A few hand-picked. But when I haven’t finished the package, I will let the smoldering see it. I can’t bear the pain of burning my love. I just think that this kind of behavior of Chu’s late sneer is ridiculing myself, is ill-conceived, and is stinging himself. .

The teacher died, and the night of Ning Mingming could be saved, but he refused to give him a helping hand. Afterwards, he still wanted to slap his hand for himself to eat. Did he think that this would make him happy?

He rushed into the kitchen and overturned all the utensils, and Xue Yu’s full hand was rolled over the floor.

He leaned toward Chu night: "What are you doing? Are you also equipped with the things he used? Also used as the dish he has done? The teacher is dead, are you satisfied? Do you have to take all your apprentices? Are you forced to die, you are willing? Chu night Ning! No one in the world can make that bowl of hand-written, you can imitate, can't seem to him!"

Now in this bowl, he is both happy and emotional, and slowly eats the back. Although he still smiles, his eyes are a little moist. Fortunately, the candlelight was dim, and the teacher couldn’t see his subtle look.

Ink burns: "The teacher."

"Ok?"

"Thank you."

The teacher sneaked a sigh, and immediately smiled softly: "Isn't it a bowl of hand? As for being so polite with me, if you like it, I will always give it to you."

I want to say that you are not only thanking you for a bowl of hand.

I still want to thank you, the last life, or all of my life, only you can really afford to see me, do not mind my origins, mind that I am outside the fight, unscrupulous for fourteen years.

I still want to thank you. If it is not because I suddenly remembered you, after I was born again, I am afraid I will not be able to kill Rong Jiu, and then cast a big mistake, and then embark on the old road.

Fortunately, in this life, rebirth before you die, I will definitely protect you well, if you have a flaw, Chu nightning, the cold blood devil is not willing to save you, and me.

But where can these words be spoken?

In the end, the ink burned, and the soup was all finished. Even the roots were not left, and then the lips were smashed, and the dimples were deep, and the little cats were very cute.

"Is there still tomorrow?"

The teacher is crying and laughing: "Don't change something else? Not tired?"

"I don't get tired every day, I am afraid that you are bothering me."

s.h.i.+ Yan shook his head and smiled: "I don't know if the flour is enough. If it's not enough, I can't do it. If it doesn't work, can you see the syrup eggs? It's also what you love."

"Okay, okay. As long as you do, everything is fine."

In the burning heart, the gra.s.s grows and flies, and I am so happy that I can't wait to hold the quilt and hit two rolls.

Look at the teacher's many sages, Chu nightning, you smoke me! Anyway, I am lying in bed and there are beautiful people to care for, hehe!

Thinking of his master, just in the tenderness can not help but mix a anger.

The smoldering began to resentfully squatting on the bed, the heart, what night Yufeng, what Beidou Xianzun, all his aunt's s.h.i.+t!

Chu nightning, let's walk in this life! !

The author has something to say: the teacher slaps the hand

Ink feeding fish: eat and eat!

Master respects the hand

Ink feeding fish: throw and throw!

The death of the dead ink, the fish is wasting food, and the labor is ruined. Is this the annihilation of humanity or the demise of morality? Please see today's "Legal Forum".

The real reason:

Master's cooking is too unpalatable. As an apprentice, he has already had a deep distrust of the food safety of the chef's various dishes.