The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 278: [The sorrow of death] has never been negative

Chapter 278: [The sorrow of death] has never been negative

These days, both the Shang Xiu and Xia Xiu circles are rumored to be rumored to be the first time that the Tianyin Pavilion in the thousands of years has been robbed. The robbers were actually the first great master of the world, Chu Yuning. He killed the Tianyin Pavilion with eleven people and injured 100 people. He took the felony prisoner and drove away.

Some people say that the night is rather crazy, and some people say that the night is like a rainy animal. There were still some people who were close at the time, so they saw the details, and they were angrily. The relationship between Chu and Ning was not right. They were stupid and dirty.

But no matter how the outside talks, Chu Xiaoning and Mo Weiyu did not appear on the rivers and lakes, no one knows where they are.

The most pure master of the world took away the most dangerous evil spirits in the world.

Then, the sound disappeared.

The wooden window is half open, the snow is like a crisp, the curtain is covered with a new trace of moss, and the remaining flowers are four or five.

It has been four days since the Tianyin Pavilion storm. The outside has already made a pot of porridge, and there is nothing to judge. Only in this empty mountain is there a little quiet.

Suddenly, some people came from the depths of this empty forest, and walked into the colorful ink paintings framed by the window frame. He took a large oil-paper umbrella and held a bundle of firewood. The house was very cold. He piled the firewood on the edge of the fire pit and added a few pieces of chopped wood to the hearth, which would burn the weak flames.

This place has been in disrepair for a long time. It has not been used for a long time. Although it has been roughly cleaned up, there is still a musty smell in the air. To this end, he deliberately folded a branch from the outside with a white plum, brought it back to the bed.

Chu night Ning sat down and looked at the man lying on the narrow couch.

The fourth day, still did not wake up.

Since that day, after stepping away from the step of stepping on the king, he used the spells he had learned in the previous life plus the spiritual power that had not been lost in this life, and finally he hangs the ink. But after so long, the ink burns still groggy, and the lifeline can no longer be repaired.

"This room is still made by my master when I first traveled. I haven't lived for too long. There is always some flavor." Chu night looks at his face and looks at himself. "Know that you don't like incense, but you don't hate flowers." I brought a branch of plum, which should be open for a long time."

The ink burns down and the eyelashes fall.

The appearance of his sleep seemed very quiet and peaceful, and it was a rare peace of life.

In the past few days, the ink has been so quietly asleep, and Chu Ning, after finishing the work he is doing, will stay with him and talk to him.

When they got along with each other, they always burned a lot of people and he listened to them.

Unexpectedly, the person who said one day and the person who heard it would turn upside down.

"The outer enchantment is reinforced, and the curse is also laid down. No one will find it here." Chu said, "The firewood and the food are brought back, and there will be no other things for a while."

Suddenly, sighed: "You, why are you still not awake?"

He said, reaching out and touching the burning hair.

The fire in the pond is swaying. He sat on the bed and waited for a long time, waiting until the shadow cast on the ground moved with the sun, but still did not wait for the blink of the man.

Chu night Ning closed the eyelashes and sighed softly.

"Since you still want to sleep, just sleep... I will continue to tell you the story that I told you yesterday."

"Sorry, you said that you like to listen to bedtime stories, but I can't say anything...so, I can only talk about what we have experienced before." He was silent for a while, and he said, "Well... Where did you talk about yesterday?...Let me think about it. Right, when I found out that you cursed in my life, I always wanted to unlock it for you."

Chu night Ning said: "But the eight bitter long hatred is too deep, and I have done nothing to help. I have finally solved this life, but I have never thought that it will become like this."

He touched the cold back of his hand.

It’s always so cold.

He held the ink-burning hand like this and whispered to him with such words.

In the past, because of their conspiracy and because of their personality, many of them never spread to the table, so that they were so wrong and wrong.

Chu nightning regrets very much.

What if there is more frankness? Everything will change in this way, will you find out that the ink has already been poisoned earlier?

Can you all go back?

"You have been living forever, and you always want to redeem." Chu nightning closed his eyes and sighed. At the end, the voice was condensed, and he couldn’t say anything. "But you still remember, how did you end up with eight bites and hate? You Think about it... ink burns, you think about it..."

You never owe me.

From the beginning, I owe you.

Please, wake up.

If you can wake up, if you can remember the lost memories, you will know... The truth of all this originated from the rainy night that I closed seven years ago.

——

That is the node he changed with the fate of the ink. It was a day that he did not pay attention to in his life. On that day, the red lotus water rippled, the rain rushed through the roof tile, and the thunder and lightning flashed, but he could not hear.

Chu night Ning Ling nuclear is weak, that year is just the time to repair.

In order to make the disciples who are with him around, he gave a curse to himself before retreating, and then quietly sat in the pavilion, and God became too imaginary.

So he couldn’t see the arrogance in front of him.

That day, just in front of him, in the thunderstorm, in the red lotus water, the ink burning and the division of the teacher stared at each other, the burning face was pale, and the teacher's look was cloudy.

A truth that Chu Xiaoning did not know before, slowly unfolded in the night rain.

That retreat, the ink burning soon after entering the division door felt aggrieved because of the "flower picking" incident, saying that the service was not good, and did not want to come to accompany him.

But where can the young people's words be taken seriously?

For two nights, the ink burned or remembered not to avenge the enemy, pressed down the pain in my heart, went to the red lotus water alone, and wanted to take the class for the teacher.

I didn’t expect that because of this erroneous yang, he bumped into the conspiracy that changed his life.

The teacher was swearing at the late night of Chu.

Amazing, horrified, fearful, angry, disappointed. Burn the internal organs in an instant.

He rushed forward and grabbed the sharp edge of the teacher's hand - low drink, as the beast snorted: "What do you do?!"

Shi Mingjing only used the whisky to be surprised, and then a pair of gentle and beautiful peach eyes were finely smashed.

He smiled: "Who is my way? Nowadays, this red lotus otter is very enchanted. It can only enter our three apprentices, and the head of this life and death. The Lord is good, the Lord is good, who is coming? It’s all trouble, but fortunately it’s you.”

The ink burned and rushed, and he gasped, and the thin body was stopped in front of Chu, and the night wind blew his clothes and broken hair.

He stared at the teacher's face.

"What do you want to do to retreat? You...you..." The ink burned at that time couldn’t even believe that the gentle and succinct brother had a second devilish devil’s face. "Who are you?" ?!"

The teacher smiled and said: "A burning is so cute, I am naturally your good brother. Or who else can I be?"

He smacked the ink to protect the look of Chu.

A new entry disciple, so small, not self-reliant.

It’s like a lame joke.

"You are not saying, do you hate the Master and never want to see him again?"

The teacher was so eager to tease him as he was in the chest, laughing at him.

"When I confessed to you, you can tell me that you hate the sturdy person who is a sultry man. Why didn't he change his mind after two days, and he came to him again."

"If I don't look for him, who knows what you will do today!" The smoldering is resentful and sad. "Shi Mingjing, I thought you were good at that time, I believed you at that time!"

"Oh, you are so good, who is it?" The teacher smiled and said, "A bowl of hand-picked, a few words of warmth, will lie to you." In fact, you are a dog that no one wants, who will give you a Root bones, you just leave with him."

"..."

"Why are you squatting at me like this, how about making a good hand?"

The darkness of the ink is cold, and his dark eyes are wet and cold in the night. After a long while, the throat is moving: "Shi Mingjing... Your heart is black."

The teacher is still laughing: "The black one is the heart of the heart, the heart is sick, my heart is not sick, no pain, naturally, you are the same as the teacher at the moment, the red is the same."

He paused, and the delicate white fingers swayed, and there was an extremely beautiful flower on his fingertips. The flowers are waiting to be placed, not yet opened, the black leaflets, the edges flashing silver.

The teacher clung to the flower and sniffed at the tip of his nose.

Flowers and beautiful people, but the style is devastating.

It’s chilling.

The ink murmurs: "What are you going to do..."

The teacher squinted, the eyelashes were long, the peach eyes were full of waves, and he smiled. He looked very good: "In fact, it is useless to explain to you. I just apply a curse, and you will soon take things tonight. Forget it, nothing will be remembered."

The black flowers are slicking his fingers.

"However, if you look at the same door, you can't tell you." Shi Yan said, "This is the flower bud that my mother gave birth to. It is the eight bitter long hate flower that I have worked hard to cultivate. If nobody appreciates it, it will be It disappeared into the world, and I feel that it lacks some flavor."

"Eight bitter... long hate?"

"The younger brother, born with eight bitterness, death and long hate. There is a kind of flower left by the Mozu in this world. It is extremely difficult for mortals to cultivate. It is called the eight bitter long hate." The teacher is very gentle, "This kind of flower, drink people when you are young." After the blood is in full bloom, it is necessary to take root and absorb the kindness and warmth in the heart, and breed sin and hatred."

He said, touching the black leaflets with relatives.

"The best people in this world, as long as there is a trace of dissatisfaction in the heart, can be born by the eight bitter long hatred, gradually... become the devil who kills people without blinking."

There was a snake-like gleam in his eyes.

The peach blossoms turned and stared at the Chu Ningning who was meditating.

Ink burns: "Do you want to plant long hate into the teacher's heart?!!"

"Why must be so surprised." The teacher smiled. "He is the world's largest master. You said, if he becomes a devil, how big will it be?"

"You are crazy?! How can you... how can you bear it..."

"He is cold-blooded and inhuman - isn't that what you said?" The teacher was faint. "I turned him into the most annoying way for you, the younger brother. From then on, you can hate him with justifiable words. You can't do everything."

The burnt scalp was almost blown up, and the spine was numb with sputum.

"You... ridiculous... that's what I said for a moment, I, I didn't hate him, you let go, don't hurt him like this..."

The teacher is interested: "Why?"

why?

He is so good, the table of the red lotus water is all the drawings he has drawn, the armor made, the weapons, or not for himself, are worried about the safety of others.

He is pure and clean, like the first new snow falling in the early winter.

Although he is very strict, sometimes not close to human feelings, but he will hold his own hands over and over again, teaching himself to literate.

Will accompany him to practice martial arts, from day to night long night.

He is willing to accept himself. From then on, the light rain is no longer lonely, only fake relatives and happiness.

Since then, there has been a real identity.

- The disciple of Chu Yuning.

"You can't harm him..." The ink burned anxiously. He wanted to wake up the master, but he didn't know what to do. He could only stand in front of Chu, and he couldn't be a evil spirit. He was so Ok, if you let him kill... he will be sad."

The strong anger in the chest does not know how to express it, can only use the simplest and most simple, even incoherent sentences to persuade.

It's like you haven't had time to learn a spell, you can only resist it with a thin body.

It is extremely painful to let a good person kill.

In the fire of the drunken building, he has already felt it.

The teacher looked at him and only thought it was funny.

"Is it sad? When he becomes such a person, he will not be sad. Ah, you don't have to worry about it."

"But why are you doing this?! Why do you want to hurt him?!"

This time, the teacher did not answer immediately. He dropped his eyelashes and paused for a moment before he said: "Because I also have things I have to do."

"..."

"I need the strongest strength for my use." The teacher licked his lips. "You won't understand."

Juvenile smoldering is almost doing his own poor power, trying to convince the innocent brother in front of him.

"What kind of person is the Master, you will not be unclear, even if... even if you are doing this to him, polishing all the goodness of his heart and making him a murderer, he will not only listen to you. Used for you - you... you can't do it."

"How do you know that I can't do it?" The teacher chuckled. "Oh, I forgot to tell you that this eight bitter long hate flower, I have melted my half-piece remnant soul. As long as I spend my time, I will slowly love it. I am unable to understand the whole life."

The ink burned: "You are crazy!!"

The teacher Shi Shiran approached them. The night was polished by lightning, and the roar of the roaring sound reflected the face of the teacher.

"As you said, he is so good, for my use, to be my own, is it impossible? Even if it becomes a demon. By then, he only listens to me alone, and loves me, I am not good."

He knew that Chu Xiening would not wake up at the moment and would not hear the dialogue between the two. Therefore, he was not afraid of it. He said with a sigh of relief: "Teacher, let's go to the side. Do you think that you who have just cultivated the spiritual prototype of the spirit can fight me?"

The smoldering is almost gnashing: "I won't let it."

The teacher just laughed, and the latter blinked. He had already sneaked into the ink and burned his body. His hand was vacant on the top of the crown of the night, holding the black flower that was about to open.

"A burning, do you know how much effort I have put in order to refine this eight bitter long hatred? I am bitter and lonely, waiting for the day when the teacher retreats."

He lowered his body and his cheeks were almost affixed to the side of the night.

"He is going to be my blade, my embarrassment, to be my person. What can you stop?"

The flowers fell.

The life will change.

Suddenly I heard the young man screaming, and I was struggling.

"Don't touch him!!"

"You are really ridiculous." The teacher gradually lost patience. "Do you know..."

"Change me."

The rest is broken between the lips and teeth, and the sky is thundering and the flames tear the night.

The teacher squinted and asked, "What?"

The whole person is shaking.

It was only a little time for him to get started. The spells he had learned were so poor that he was destined to stop the teacher, and he did not know how to wake up the night.

He is unarmed and has no strength.

Only the flesh and blood.

So he can only say: "Change me."

The teacher quieted for a while and then sneered: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"I know."

"The eight bitter long hate flowers are my mother's painstaking efforts, which I cultivated when I smashed the soul." The teacher straightened up and stared at the burning face. "What are you, you also match?"

"I..." means pinching into a fist, half a squat, and slamming his face up. "I may not be worthy, but it is more suitable than the teacher."

There was a little bit of flash in the eyes of the teacher: "...how do you say this?"

"You said that this flower will give birth to hatred in the heart. But if that person is clean, don't hesitate?"

The teacher shouted for a moment and smiled: "Impossible. Everyone has enmity in their hearts, even if it is Beidou Xianzun."

But his hand was smashing the petals of the long-sucking flower, and it gradually became a gloom.

There is nothing wrong with ink burning. In fact, he has been thinking about whether Xi Ning can become a hotbed of long-sucking flowers in the past few years - in case there is no trace of resentment in this person's heart?

It takes time and effort to cultivate another flower. Moreover, the division of the soul is too painful. He does not want to experience the second time.

When the ink burned and he hesitated, he took a step forward: "So many years have you seen the Master hate anyone?"

"..."

"You said that long-sucking flowers will swallow the goodness and warmth of your heart... These things may not be all for ordinary people, but you should understand the Master more than I do."

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, Wanmu is bleak.

"Shi Mingjing, you are not afraid that he gradually loses all memories, and no matter what good is no longer remembered, you are not afraid of being discovered."

The teacher squinted his eyes.

The scorpion is faint, and it seems that a snake has spit.

The ink burned closer to him step by step, his heart was like a drum, he was cut, and he was more urgent than the rain.

"I don't know what you are going to do, but if you have to sacrifice for one person, change me."

"you……"

"I have hate in my heart, I can breed. I don't have too many pure memories, even if I don't forget it, it's not easy to be discovered."

The ink burned as much as possible to convince the executioner to turn the blade around his neck.

"I still can't do anything today, but both Master and Uncle have said that my endowment is high, my spiritual power is enough... I can do it."

He shuddered, his nails fell into the palm of his hand, but he insisted on it.

"I can replace him and become the blade and weapon you want."

"I can replace him and become the killing demon you want to make."

"Sister." He finally stood in front of Shi Mingjing, lightning was shocking, the wind swelled, and the rain curtain slanted and slanted into the pavilion.

After another burst of coldness.

"Change me."

It is probably his key point, but perhaps because the teacher is not sure whether Chu Xinning can make the eight bitter long hate flower take effect, or, even if the ink power displayed in the year is unprecedented, his time for the spiritual core is even higher than that. The singer of Heaven is quicker and quicker.

In short, after several adjustments by the division, the final black bud that is about to bloom is finally burned into the bottom of the heart.

After doing all this, the teacher was sitting at the stone table, holding his hand and his eyes faint.

He does not understand why this is.

Why does the ink burning block the night for this night? With life, soul, future and dignity.

They clearly have only a few years of mentoring.

He doesn't understand.

The teacher looked at the black flower from the ink-burning chest, which is obviously a soft leaflet, but the steel needle can penetrate people's flesh and blood and stab to the depths.

In this process, the ink burned forever, without snoring, until the flower is like some kind of locust with a strange tentacle, a fierce plunged into his heart, and the smoldering finally snorted and crouched on the ground.

The teenager trembled in front of himself, and the teacher was sitting quietly like this, the jade arm was clear, high above, watching the ink burn in front of himself, vomiting blood in front of himself.

"Is it painful?"

"Cough..."

The teacher is very interested, his eyes are still gentle: "How much pain? I have never given this kind of curse, I am really curious... My good teacher, the taste of being hated and flowering is What is it?"

His gaze was like spring water, one section, flowing through the body of ink burning on the ground, and finally fell on the pale knuckles.

The ink-burning fingers unconsciously glared at the ground, and the fingertips were worn out, and the blood marks were one by one.

“Is it more painful than digging my heart?”

The smoldering did not answer him.

The pain is true, but...there is much better than the pain in the mass graves outside Linyi City that year.

It’s much better than watching the dead in front of you.

It’s much better than burying the sand and burying the flesh.

"At the beginning... I didn't protect Aunt, now, finally... can protect Master."

He was muttering like a gaze.

Those best memories faded a little bit, and those pure and sloppy pasts disappeared a little bit, and his eyes flashed through those poor, poor memories.

In a certain year, someone gave him a bowl of hot soup with his mother.

An old farmer once wanted to invite them into the house to get warm in the snowy night, and the fire was resting.

I also beg for the children who want to eat, and share with him half a piece of meatloaf.

Duan Yihan took his hand and took him through the long, **** of the autumn sun...

No hate, no bitterness, no unwillingness, no jealousy, no suffocation.

Everything is peaceful.

It is the purest beauty.

He saw the embroidered Haiyan handkerchief carefully under the lamp, and saw the stork sitting at the stone table, laughing and watching the teacher respecting the moon cake himself. He saw the moon under the discretion, the first time with the pear white to the master. Yourself.

These memories must be forgotten from now on.

Never remember again...

From then on, hatred will breed, and those gentle past memories will change.

From then on, the heat in his heart will be extinguished, and there will be no more fire. The spring water in his eyes will be frozen and condensed into ice.

From then on, he will run counter to his mother's last words.

Duan Yihan said: "Repay it, don't take vengeance."

I can't do it anymore.

I don't know where it came from. He bit his teeth and endured the visceral shredded pain. He staggered and wanted to stand up - squatting, but he couldn't stand, he groaned, crawled, and finally hurt the soul. Shaking, but still squatting, climbed to the night of Chu.

"Master respect..."

He struggled ridiculously and squirmed.

Shi Yiyuan thought that he wanted to do something, but finally found that the boy was just trying his best to exhaust the last enthusiasm and gratitude.

Tears are coming out.

"Master, I am very fast... I will disappoint you..."

The night rain is falling.

"I will soon remember your good, I can't... I can't learn spells with you... you hate me, hate me..."

He was crying, and he said the last words when he told the attempt of good deeds.

But Chu night would not hear.

He is in front of him, but he can't hear anything.

"Sorry, I folded the flower because I wanted to give it to you. Master, I am here today. It was originally... I am going to wait for you to wake up, I will apologize to you, and I will tell you everything I want."

The voice was hoarse and seemed to come out of the throat and flesh and blood.

"Master, thank you for not giving up on me, willing to accept me..."

"I am real, really."

The heart is pumping, and the bottom of the eye is already bloody. That is the sign that the eight bitter long hate flower began to take root, and it is also a manifestation of the beginning of the situation.

The forehead fell, hitting the ground and rolling the ground.

Weeping.

"I am real, I like you very much."

The teacher sighed softly, and his expression seemed to be interesting and pity.

But his pity is also good, interesting, it is faint, nothing can not enter his heart.

He finally walked over, picked up the burning cheeks, stared at the faintly chaotic eyes, and whispered, "Come, brother, tell me, what are you asking for now?"

"What to ask..."

What is being asked?

Linyi autumn color, in front of the tower.

Duan Yihan was laughing, and Chu was rather low-lying.

The hurricane weak sister of Lefang showed two pointed tiger teeth, and her eyes flashed with eager and excited luster. She said to him: "A burning, I will soon make enough money for redemption. I will take you with you. We left here and my sister took you to a good day."

The smoldering stunned, but still trying to capture these memories like the stalks.

He murmured: "I want to repay my grace...not to avenge..."

The teacher shook his head and waited for a moment.

Ask again: "What are you asking for?"

The ink burned hoarse and obsessed: "I want to... one day, I can die in the hands of the master."

The teacher stunned and then laughed: "Did the teacher's hand?"

"I don't want to be a devil... I don't want to go to hell..." He slammed four times and repeatedly whispered, "I don't just remember hate, Master..."

He actually broke the hand of the teacher, and Fuxi was in front of the night, almost squatting. His eyes are already scarlet-filled, and his consciousness is getting more and more chaotic.

"kill me."

In the end, the only thing that repeats is this one wish.

"On the first day of my evil... please, please, please... kill me."

The torrential rain blew, devour the dark night, the sorrowful sorrow of the young and the beast. The thunder and lightning flashed, the bamboo forest was bleak, and all the lotus flowers in the red lotus water stalked and fell into the pool.

There are eight bitterness in life, and there is long hate in death.

Before the loss of consciousness, the ink burned out the trembling hand and held the corner of Chu’s clothes. He looked up and whispered: "Master...you...justify me...you reason me...good ......"

You reason about me.

How many sufferings and hatreds in this world have been covered by the rushing winds and rains?

After two lifetimes, I finally learned the truth of the night, and then looked back, and vaguely remembered the next day, and ended on a Sunday, waking up from meditation.

The golden brilliance sprinkled into the bamboo pavilion, and the sea otter and the red lotus in the otter had to be destroyed. The fragrant Philippine of the old branches would soon be crushed into mud.

The rain has stopped, and Chu night has stunned his eyes. He turned to see the teacher standing at the stone table to cook tea. The mist rises. The eyebrows of the teacher are so gentle and beautiful. When he wakes up, the teacher smiles.

"Master."

"Why don't you still have a rest? You have been on the third day, and you have to change the ink."

On the samovar, the amber hot water is full of thoughts.

The teacher sang tea at him and smiled and said: "Today, I am still guarding the teacher, and I am burning the child's heart. I was punished by the teacher, and my heart still couldn't get through."

Chu nightning stunned: "He is not coming?"

The teacher’s eyelashes, the thick black soft eyelash curtains fell, like the two clusters of tender springs in the early spring, he “humbled” and said: “Don’t come, go to the library, help the Lord to organize the books. ""

Chu nightning has such a moment of loss and sorrow.

He had intended to use the opportunity of two people to be alone and to talk about the smattering of the ink, and that day he was too harsh...

He never encountered an apprentice sin, and afterwards he thought about it and felt that he was too fine.

However, the ink burned but did not want to see him, and he was reluctant to accompany him.

Chu night Ning smashed his eyes.

"Master, drink tea."

For a long time, he should have, from the hands of the master's long white hair, took over the full of fragrant tea, blowing the misty mist and taking a sip.

The tea was too full, and when it came over, it was a little dripping on the robes.

The teacher’s heart was as fine as a haircut, and when he saw it, he laughed: “I have a slap.”

"You don't have to borrow yours." Chu Xiaoning took out a white sun-striped towel embroidered with sea otters, and wiped off the dried tea stains.

"A beautiful handkerchief, squatting up like the best one bought in the town." The gentleman said softly, "Do you want to buy it yourself?"

There is such a need, Chu night would rather say, no, it is inked.

It is his embroidery.

Give me a teacher's gift.

But I was in a bad mood, didn't want to say it, and felt that I was so shameful.

So I was silent for a while, and Chu Ning was just a sigh of "hmm", then he folded the scorpion and took it back.

After collecting the scorpion, he sighed softly.

On that day, the sun was shining. Last night, the hurricane and rain had only left the red and dried, and the lotus leaves were stained with new dew.

"Is the rain last night very big?"

The teacher sang the tea set and heard the fingertips smothered, and the twilight was deep: "Well?"

Chu night Ning turned his attention to Manchi Fangfei, faintly: "Flowers are thankful."

The teacher smiled again and put the tea pot carefully. Then the cloud was light and windy: "The thunderstorm last night, it was noisy for a while, it stopped. Today will be a good weather, wait for the ground to do something, I will go Sweep off the flowers in the yard."

Chu, Ning, never said anything again.

The sky is shining, the brocade is beautiful, and when we look far away, the sky is like a wash, and when the sun rises, Jin Yu flies.

indeed.

It is a rare sunny day.