The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 123: Master respects my dreams, Ming I remember

Chapter 123: Master respects my dreams, Ming I remember

"Zhao Daochang, Li Daochang, you can all read the list? The black horse that was killed at the Lingshan Conference this time is really amazing!"

In the Pearl Beach Tea House, a few scattered pieces of peanuts, a pot of hot tea, are talking about this hotter than the hot tea.

"Of course I have been watching it for a long time! The winner is actually the sorrow of the dead, the martial art of the lower cult, can suffocate the old gangs of the upper cults. Especially the Confucianism, oh, the coffin board of their ancestors I am afraid I can't hold it anymore! Is the little fairy who won the game called Xue Fenghuang?"

"Ah? Hahahaha, Xue Fenghuang? Lao Zhao, you really want to laugh at me, Phoenix is ??his nickname, his surname is Xue, Mingmeng, Zizi Ming, his father is Xue Zhengyi. Tiger father no The dog, this Xue Ziming, is very good!"

Sitting next to the fire pond, a man in a cloak, tall and tall, is drinking tea from his own. I heard them say this, the man suddenly lowered his voice, "Hmm?", the tea pot stopped at the lips and did not move.

"All said that he is the phoenix's chick, this is not a virtual one. Other lessers have sacred martial arts, he is good, a machete is broken and others are retreating, really God."

"Then you don't look at who is his apprentice? Can you be vegetarian when you are a disciple at the night of Yuheng?"

"But I think that Xue Ziming is a victorious victory. You haven't heard of it. When the two are against each other, Xue Ziming and Nangong are beaten up. If the girl who was in Nangong is dragging her legs, hey, ask me. Say, the outcome is not yet known."

The man who had been listening to God listened to this and finally put down the hanging tea.

He turned his head back, and the end was sharp and violent, and Qiu Shui Shen Huahua, a very good skin. He smiled at the monks and said: "Several same/repair, harassment. I practiced in the mountains a few days ago, I don't know the sun and the moon, so I missed the Lingshan Conference. I just heard you say it." Xue Meng got the leader... Some curious, I wonder if I can ask a few more words?"

Those people who wished to have an audience, quickly greeted the ink, gave him a place, and let him sit with them.

The ink is not rude, he is now much more stable than when he was just down the mountain. He asked the owner of the teahouse to add six pots of Lingshan Miaoyu, and then sent candied dates, sourdocks, yak-yellow cherries, snake-like melon seeds, and everyone, and then smiled and said: "Xue Zi tomorrow's pride, even without Shenwu It’s not too surprising to be the first one. It’s just to listen to you, when the two men confronted each other, the Nangong of the Confucianism Gate brought a girl...?”

This circle is a man, always willing to talk about things related to girls, even though the girl is not theirs.

"Isn't it? It's really a beautiful town to bury the heroes, or else the magic of the Nangong Temple, can not let Xue Ziming take the upper hand is not necessarily."

"This is a bit of a meaning." It is not the same as the results of previous lives. The previous Lingshan Conference was the first place in the past and the Nangong Temple. The smoldering originally thought that the death of Chu Xiaoning spurred Xue Meng and let Xiaofeng start it, but now it seems that the variables are not only on Xue Meng.

"I don't know what identity the girl is?"

"Nani son surnamed Song, what is Tong's... I don't remember, in short, it looks good. I see that the mentality of the brother of the Confucianism is completely for her."

"It’s just beautiful, it’s just a national color. For me, it’s Nangong, I’d rather not want this Lingshan first, but also to be beautiful.”

Ink burning: "..."

it is as expected.

The Lingshan Conference is divided into single competitions, doubles against each other, and group killings, and three rankings are neutralized to reach the final leader.

In the past life, Xue Meng and Shi Yi formed a two-person confrontation, and the battle was the Nangong Temple and the Ye Forget. The Ye Forgiveness was later the most powerful person in the world except Chu Xi Ning. The result of this game can be imagined. However, I didn’t know where the problem was in my life. Nangong’s sorrow did not cooperate with Ye’s forgetfulness. Instead, she brought Song Qiutong’s woman to her hind legs...

The ink burned down the tea pot and raised his hand to rub his own forehead.

I really don't know what the guy thinks.

"Women, women, even the wild horse of Nangong, isn't the clothes that have been cleaned up?" Someone sighed like this, and everyone else sneered.

The ink burned and couldn't help but ask: "What about the leaves?"

"what?"

Ink burning: "Leaves forget."

Seeing everyone in a stunned, smoldering in the heart, I feel that some are not taste. That was the **** of war that gave him a lot of pain in his life... How can you not know?

So he said with a stroke: "It is another son of Confucianism, the legs are very long, the people are tall, the temper is very good, not so much love to talk, make a sword, and..." See everyone's sluggish look The ink sighed and he had vaguely known the result, but he still finished the last few words.

"There is still a bow."

"do not know."

"Not famous, this person."

"Brother, who do you listen to? At the Lingshan Conference, there are 16 disciples in the Confucianism, and none of them are surnamed leaves."

Sure enough, this world, Ye Forgiveness did not participate in the war.

The ink burned silently for a moment, thinking of the last leaf of the restaurant and Nangong said: "You come back, I am going." He suddenly felt a little unbearable and somewhat uneasy.

Isn't this true?

Ye forgets, does it really leave the Confucianist door?

Thinking of past lives, Ye forgets to say to the executioner before his death that he wants to be buried in the heroes of the Confucianism after his death, and together with the tomb of Nangong Temple. I can't help but sigh, how can things become like this? A little subtle change has expanded into an infinite embarrassment.

Then it turned upside down and the sea became a mulberry field.

It turns out that the change of fate can be raging, and it is necessary to sacrifice hot blood and painful tears to change the prodigal son.

For example, he is in the late night of Chu.

But the change of fate can be quiet, such as the leaves of the past in the Nangong Temple.

Maybe it was only in the inn that day, Nangong Temple took the leaves and forgot to settle down. At night, Nangong was thirsty, and got up and went downstairs to get a pot of tea. It happened to meet the poor Song Qiutong.

Perhaps Song Qiutong poured a glass of water on him, and maybe she was inconvenient in her legs and feet. When she went upstairs, she accidentally fell, who knows.

Even, maybe he just slammed into the water and licked some to the broad chest. She was careful and handed him a handkerchief.

At that time, the clouds were light and windy. About Nangong, I simply said thank you.

But none of them knows. In fact, the business has been turned around and the Beidou has been rotated. Their lives have changed because of a handkerchief, a glass of water, and a thank you. It’s just the parties, no one heard the loud noise of fate:

Nangong yawned and went upstairs.

Song Qiutong fidelity looked at him.

And Ye forgets to illuminate the candle in the room and read a book that has not been read.

In the past, the ink burned the past and I didn’t know how to be tall and thick. I thought that I had thoroughly passed through the cycle of life and death.

Now I know that they are all duckweed in the world, and the wind blows away overnight, and the rain falls all night. When a person on the shore throws a stone, he can crush the blue spirit.

He is so lucky, far away, and can return to the end of the night.

I can still filial piety in front of the master, but I can also say to Chu Yuning: "I am sorry, I have failed you."

Drink tea and say goodbye to everyone.

The wind is coming out, and it will soon rain.

The ink burned up the cloak and went to the deep forest.

His figure became more and more distant, more and more vain, and gradually became a small point in the twilight, like the ink stains in the wash basin, and finally disappeared into invisibility.

"Booming up!!"

The gloomy sky burst into thunder, purple electric blue light, and sudden showers like a thousand troops.

"It’s raining." Someone in the teahouse looked out and saw that the thunder was amazing and shrank back.

"It’s so big rain... It’s really... no one in the house is getting too much, but I’m afraid it’s going to be broken.”

"Forget it, boss wife, come back to a pot of tea. Wait until the weather is fine, then go home."

The ink burned in the rain, ran in the rain, fled in the rain, and escaped from the rain for thirty-two years that he had spent in the past.

He didn't know if such a heavy rain could wash away his evil. Chu nightning forgave him, but he didn't. His mind is heavy and he is forced to breathe.

He is willing to use his later life to do good deeds to pay.

But the pouring rain of the rest of my life can really wash away the sins in his bones, the dirt in the blood?

He hates not letting this rain fall for five years.

I just want to wait for the night when I wake up, I stand in front of the master, can be a little cleaner, and then clean a little.

He didn't want to be there, it was as dirty as it is now, dirty like sand, like dust, like the dirt on the soles of the feet, the ash inside the nails.

He just wants to do better before he wakes up, and better.

In this way, the worst and worst of the world, perhaps with some faint courage, call for the best and best master in the world.

This night, the ink burned down.

His body has always been tough and strong, and once such a person is ill, it is often like a landslide and is out of control.

He lay in bed and fell asleep with a thick quilt. In the night, he dreamed of the things of his life. He dreamed of how he would torture the late night, and dreamed that Chu Yuning was struggling under him. Chu nighting died in his arms. He woke up from his sleep, and he was screaming at the outside. He fumbled for Flint to light the candle, but no matter how he played, the flint did not shine.

He threw himself into the side of the fire, and his face was buried in the palm of his hand. He licked his hair in pain, his throat rolled, and the beastly sorrow in his throat.

He escaped death, escaped condemnation, but eventually escaped his heart.

He is very scared, sometimes unable to distinguish between dreams and reality, sometimes he will constantly confirm whether he is awake or asleep.

He is very painful. He feels that his soul has split into two halves. In the past and in this life, these two souls are biting each other, one is reviling, the other is full of blood, mad, and the other is not to be outdone. Nothing is like everyone else, and there is a face in this world.

The soul of this life is angering the soul of past lives:

In the light rain, step on the fairy, you are not something, why do you commit such crimes! How do you let me repay in my life!

I want to start from the beginning, why are you struggling, in the dreams, in the drunkenness, in the dim light, when I can't catch up, I jump out and curse me with twisted faces?

Cursing me can't be over-life, cursing me and wicked people will have bad news.

You curse all this is a dream, one day will be broken again, you curse I will wake up one day, you will find yourself still lying in the Wushan Temple, you laughed and said that I have no pity in this life.

The only person who is willing to die for me is that I killed him.

Can that person be me? !

No, it’s not me, it’s you, step on the fairy! It’s your rain! !

I am different from you, I am different from you...

I have no blood in my hand, I am -

I can come over from the beginning.

The other half of the soul is also screaming, it opens its sharp mouth, and its face is distorted:

Are you not apologetic?

Are you not doing it wrong?

Then why don't you die? Why don't you use your blood to pay homage to the people who were hurt by your unprovoked life?

brute! hypocritical!

How is your difference from me? I am a little rain, are you not? You take the sins of past lives, you carry the memories of past lives, you can never get rid of me, I am you, my dreams are your heart, and the gods and gods ask you your disgusting soul.

Have you ever been through?

Why? What is your face and what qualifications do you have to come over? You keep the world in the dark, and you keep the person who loves you in the dark.

You do the best, just to smooth out the little guilt in your heart! what! Ink rain! Do you dare let them know who you were in your previous life?

You dare to let Chu Xiaoning know that the past life is you! The knife stabbed him on the neck, letting his blood run out, and he was better than death! It's you! Let the world become hungry and devastated!

It is you.

Hahahaha, swearing, I am you, you are me, you can't escape, I am you, ink rain, do you dare say no?

The ink burned was almost crazy, and he went to the bed to touch the fire knife. He tried to light the candle and dispel the dark night of the claws.

But even the candles don't want him, and the candles don't bother to save him.

He was thrown into the darkness, his trembling hand rubbed the flint at once, and for a moment, nothing, nothing.

He finally fell to his bed and burst into tears. He kept apologizing. In the night, his bed was surrounded by people. The stunned figures were cursing him. They were all asking for his life. They all told him that he was evil for the world, and he did not know how to burn. What to do, he suddenly became very helpless, he could only keep saying: "I'm sorry... sorry..." but nobody cares about him.

No one forgives him.

His forehead was hot and his heart burned.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear someone sighing gently.

In the enchanting sorrow, he opened his eyes. He saw that Chu Ning came, and Chu Ning was still the same as before. The white clothes were stalking, the wide-sleeved robes, and the eyebrows were as good as the past.

He came over and walked over to his bed.

The ink burns the pharynx: "Master...I am not... I don't deserve to see you..."

Chu nightning did not speak, but picked up the fire knife and flint, and burned the ink from the candle that had not been lit.

Where there is a teacher, there is fire.

There is a late night in the place where there is light.

He stood in front of the candlestick, with long eyelashes on his back. He looked up and quietly looked at the ink, then smiled quietly and smiled very lightly.

He said: "Let's sleep, you see, the light is on. Don't be afraid."

The burning heart is like a blunt thing. He feels that his brain is hurting. He feels that this sentence is very familiar and seems to have been heard.

But he can't remember it.

Chu night Ning opened the sleeves and was placed along his bed. The cold rain Lianjiang night into Wu, but the house is warm. The night is gone.

Chu night Ning said: "I am with you."

He heard this sentence, the heart was awkward and painful, almost twisted into a ball.

"Master, you don't want to go." He took the hand of Chu Yuning's wide sleeves.

"it is good."

"When you are gone, it will be dark."

The ink burned and cried. He felt a little shameful. He lifted the other hand and covered his eyes. "I beg you, don't leave me... I beg you... I really... I really don't want to do it anymore. Emperor, Master... Don’t want me..."

"Ink burning..."

"I beg you." Perhaps it was because the heat made him feel a little stunned, making him extremely vulnerable. Or perhaps he knows in his heart that this is actually a dream of his own. He knows that he will disappear when he wakes up, so he muttered, "Please, don't want me."

This night, outside the window, the iron horse glaciers, countless grievances knocked on the window, like to enter the house to kill his life.

But in the burning dream, Chu nightning lighted up the light, and a little faint light dispelled the boundless chill. Chu night said: "Well, I don't go."

"Don't go?"

"Don't go."

The ink burned and wanted to say something, but the throat made a whimper. When the dog wanted to be careful, he had some grievances.

"You all said that you won't go, saying that you won't leave me." When I was about to fall into a dream, the ink burned and squinted, and suddenly muttered. "But in the end, don't want me. No one is rare, I am. When I have abandoned my dog ??for half a lifetime... whoever adopted me for a few days, then I abandoned me... I am so tired... really... Master... I am really tired, I can’t stand it, I can’t walk. ......"

Like a windy meal, a homeless stray dog, the hair is dirty, the claws are broken, in order to survive, have to fight with the cockroaches, and wild cats to grab food.

After being bullied for a long time, I don’t trust anyone. When someone sees someone kneeling down, the dog may think that it is feeding him, but abandoning the dog will only make someone else take the stone to slap him. He rushed to the emperor, and he walked uneasily, and walked away. He was grinning at anyone, this is his life.

"Master, if you don't want me any day, kill me, don't throw me away."

He choked and said softly.

"It feels too uncomfortable to be abandoned once and for all, preferring to die..."

He was really burnt.

In the end, he didn't know where he was, and he couldn't remember who the dream appeared.

"Auntie." Before he slept, he finally said a word, "It’s dark, I’m so scared... I want to go home...”

The author has something to say:

The title was taken from Du Fu, "The old man entered my dream, and I remembered it, and I am in the net, why is there a wing", which is a mistake.

Today, in addition to the "Master Shi fox" spoiler screenshot, the "Master Shi bath" game screenshots, there are many benefits ~

Thank you for the "Desolation" wife's master's step on the flower map, the master and the color are beautiful to suffocate, the fairy is very ~ is just the **** fairy brother ~ ~ suitable for the old man, this girl's heart is to be a screen saver ~ ~