The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 287: [The dying of life and death]

Chapter 287: [The dying of life and death]

Jiang Yan did not say anything. Xue Meng did not speak.

After a long time, Jiang Yan was so depressed that his face was very uncomfortable and succinct: "Since you have heard it, you don't have to say it."

"..."

"You go to settle down, according to the rules of life and death." Jiang Yan turned his eyes away, he did not even want to see Xue Meng's eyes again, "Your mother is alone. I will wait for you under the mountain."

Xue Meng moved, but it only moved in a meaningless way.

The blood of his body seemed to be taken out, but the two or three activities of the finger joints exhausted all his strength.

Xue Meng went straight to the deep Dan Dian Temple. The blood on the carpet is no longer so clear against the flames, but Xue Zhengyi is still on the ground. When he was not laughing, his appearance looked a bit old, his wrinkles were very clear, and his horns had already produced white hair.

However, Jiang Yan is only 30 years old and looks like a forever.

Xue Meng slowly walked a few steps forward and then stopped.

"Let's go."

Jiang Yan looked back and saw the back of Xue Meng.

Xue Meng said: "I don't recognize you, you are not my father."

After the words, the backhand slammed the door. After a while, Jiang Yan heard the crying of Xue Meng’s hoarseness and sorrow and sorrow.

"..."

Jiang Yan stood in the cold wind for a long time, until the hands and feet were cold, then slowly stepped down the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, all the monks were afraid of the phoenix skyfire, mostly scattered. There are still a few disciples in the Wei Ting Xue Palace. Among them, there is plum and snow.

See Jiang Yan came out, because of the number of rituals, these juniors from the Snow Palace gave him a sigh of relief, whispered: "Ginger Gate."

Jiang Yan felt that the muscles on his face were very stiff. He licked his lips and turned brown, and fell to the head of Mei Hanxue: "Don't you leave?"

Mei Hanxue is gentle and cold: "wait for a friend."

Jiang Yan understands who he is referring to and says: "He will not come down for a while."

Mei Hanxue said: "I will wait for a while, and wait for three or four days. There is nothing left and right, just keep it here." He paused and continued, "In addition, Jiang Jiangmen. The palace owner has a sentence. Let me bring it to you."

Full of heart and soul, there is no vent, Jiang Yan repressed and asked: "What?"

Mei Hanxue made a ceremony: "The palace owner decided not to blindly follow the gods and smash the Tianyin Pavilion, and no longer cooperate with the upper-repairing public. Jiang Jiangmen is the head of the public, and will act from now on. I don't have to think about my trip to the Snow Palace."

Jiang Yanjing for a while, his face does not look like: "You are planning to be independent of the outside of the door?"

"Isolation and helplessness is terrible." Mei Hanxue’s eyes are still full of spring waves, with a smile, but his expression is a bit cold. "However, blind obedience and the so-called **** beliefs are the most undesirable things."

Jiang Yan stared at him.

He felt angry when he didn't come, and felt bored and felt cold.

In the past, he saw Nangong Liu sitting in this position. He only thought that Nangong Liu’s many determinations were ridiculous. But when he really got to this point, he discovered that many things were involuntarily.

Is it his intention to dispose of ink burning?

Is it true that he blindly listens to Tianyin Pavilion?

This time he crucified the dead, he once tried to discourage, but the public retorted, he was the head of the cents, and finally what? He used to be able to lead a lonely night and have his own attitude. And when he stepped on the throne, when the lonely moon night became the world's largest faction, he found that he had nowhere to look back.

He will eventually become the next Nangong Liu.

Jiang Yan closed his eyes and did not say a word. Mei Hanxue knows the book, and he makes another gift behind him. He said: "Give me the door of Jiang, and the rivers and lakes will meet again."

He did not respond, and he was wearing a green silk embroidered with dark silk, and he did not return to the distance.

In the past, he was in the throne of Lingshan, replacing the glory of Nangong Liu yesterday, and the following applause was full of joy and joy. At that time, he thought that he would be different from his predecessor, thinking that he could change the sun and the moon by his own power. At that time, he was ambitious, bloody, and ambitious.

But now he understands.

The applause of the day was not to welcome a fairy head. Instead, he is buried for a free spirit.

Since then, the rivers and lakes are far away, the world is vast, it is easy to meet Jiang Zunzhu, and it is hard to find Jiang Yan.

After Xue Meng’s parents were buried, they have not left the dead. Later, the skyfire was extinguished. Mei Hanxue was ordered to go up the mountain to find him. Finally, he found the unconscious Xuemeng in the Frost Heaven Hall and took him back to the Kunlun Snow Palace.

At the same time, the president of the Snow Palace Palace announced to the world that since then, the resolutions of the various parties have not required to support Kunlun. Kunlun has never been bound by the laws of the real world. In this regard, one cut and two cuts.

Later, Jiang Yan called everyone in Lingshan to discuss recent events. At the meeting, Jiang Yan proposed that the major case should be decided by the third instance, that is, “public court trial”, “Zhang Xianmen’s trial” and “people’s trial”, and should not listen to the words of the family.

Although he has not yet pointed out which "one of the words" refers to, but everyone has understood that he is dissatisfied with the status of Tianyin Pavilion. Therefore, Jiang Yan’s move was strongly refuted—

"Tianyin Pavilion was created by the gods, and the wooden cabinet chief trial used the gods that the gods left behind. Nothing is more fair than the gods."

"Jiang Jiangmen is so capricious, he is afraid of being condemned."

There are some more convinced Tianyin Pavilion, which is a conservative sentiment of the wooden smoke from the words and deeds, and does not know where the courage comes from.

"Tianyin Pavilion is the glory of the thousands of years of cultivation. How many sinful sins are washed away by them. The whole truth-cultivation world is because there are Tianyin Pavilion, and many people will hesitate before they commit rape." At the head, are you going to extinguish this sacred fire in the realm of comprehension?"

Jiang Yansen said: "According to your opinion, Tianyin Pavilion is actually a place where you can't make mistakes when you are white and clean?"

"Tian Yin Ge is a thousand years old, created by the gods, and naturally there will be no mistakes."

"We cultivate the immortals, and all of them can be swallowed up after death. If Jiang’s head feels that the gods in the sky will be wrong, where is the true faith?"

There are too many people with conservative opinions, and they are excited and eager to defend the Tianyin Pavilion left by the gods. In the end, Jiang Yan looked pale, but he could not compete with it.

It’s not going to end.

But the paper can't hold the fire, and the truth will eventually surface. After the stagnation of the dead and the dying, the chaos did not slow down, but it became more and more fierce. Three days later, the riots began to be violent.

The first one couldn’t help but the impermanent town. A group of cloaks wore filial piety and went to the Shangyin Pavilion to insult the protest.

"When did you get a boy and a girl?"

"Where is the beast found in Tianyin Pavilion! It means that the dying of death is a thief! Can your conscience be safe?!"

"Cultivate the immortals and cultivate the immortals with closed eyes! The town of Wuchang is at the foot of the mountain. Why don't you dare to come down to the mountain when we ask the sin? We are the traitors who have no heart and lungs, and the dog who is willing to report is nothing more than to give Find your own reason for atrocities and ugliness! A group of murderers!"

"Please Chen Xue’s head is innocent!!"

The old people who were rescued in Linyi’s robbery before were even tearful and wet, and they were full of anger. They said: "It’s not a human being, it’s a ghost!!"

Some monks can't stand it, and they hold the sword and anger: "Is it enough? Tianyinge is a god-declared, full of foul language, not afraid of going to **** after death?"

The people were silent for a few moments. Suddenly, Mr. Storytell took a paper fan and sneered at the door of the Yinge Pavilion: "Go to hell?... Then you can hear it well--" He cleared his throat and slammed his throat. Tianyin Pavilion, not as good as a pigsty!"

The people laughed and shouted.

A son sighed: "Sir, this is how you have been talking for more than ten years, and you have heard the most exciting one."

"Not bad! Tianyin Pavilion is not as good as a pigsty!!"

The shouts of the one-and-a-half sound rang, and the morale of the monk was like a pig's liver. It wasn't a fight. It wasn't awkward, and the place was dead and awkward, and his face was blue and green.

Because these people are all spiritual people, Tianyinge does not put them in the eyes, they are arguing. But I didn't expect more and more people coming from all corners of the country. On the second day, the disciples in the cabinet couldn't help but sing the wooden smoke.

"The owner, the square is all about the people who are screaming for death. You see, should you go out and say something?"

The wood smoke is faint: "There is no need to explain to them. If the person shouts twice, they will feel that they are not interested and will leave."

"But now there is..." The disciple said, "There are more than a thousand people stuck in the door..."

The wood smoke is awkward: "Thousands of people?"

She got up from the red rosewood stove, and stepped on the thick animal skin carpet and came to the window.

The eyeballs go down and look out from the window of the flower garden. The main square of Tianyin Pavilion is all white. Those clothed people wear filial piety and filial piety. Some are screaming at the mouth, while others are sitting on the ground, a stubborn appearance that is going to take root here.

A pleat of wrinkles in the wood smoke from the eyebrows.

The pro-disciple disciple carefully cautiously said: "Two days, there are not many people, but more and more. The people in the large and small towns and villages in the middle of the country have begun to come to Tianyin Pavilion. If this continues, we will find People who do perjury may not be able to take it anymore and want to be exposed."

Wood smoke away: "..."

"What about the owner?"

The wooden cigarettes licked their lips and had not answered yet. They heard the sound of a warm and jade behind them: "If you can't take it, don't take it."

After the curtain, the teacher walked into the warm cabinet, and the disciple saw him and was busy bowing his head: "The predecessor."

When the wood smoke left, he frowned. "How come you? Don't you guard the fairy?"

"Spiritual nuclear debris has all melted into his heart. But he will not wake up for a while." The teacher walked to the window and glanced down. "There are many people who go up, they It’s really free.”

The wood smoke is a little bit sorrowful: "When are you, you still say cool words. Nowadays, it is supported by Tianyinge’s reputation. There is no situation out of control, but I don’t know how long it will last. There are many fools in those monks. But there are also some stupid ones. Under the group, the people will continue to make troubles. I am afraid that when I step on Xianjun, I will not change, and the situation will change dramatically."

The teacher smiled and smiled: "The wooden sister doesn't have to worry. How can it change dramatically? Tianyin Pavilion is also stable."

"How to say?"

"Cultivating immortals, in the end, wants to fly into a fairy. It is not always on the ground to offend the gods." Shi said, "In fact, the sin of death is not guilty. Is it unclear to those monks? Is it perjury? ?"

"..."

"At the time they chose to believe, because they feared the conspiracy of life and death, and feared the burning of the ruins. They wanted to eradicate this sect, so they would be willing to believe the testimony of dozens of people." Put on the window, faintly, "they are clear in their hearts."

Next to the pro-disciple disciple said: "Yes, but these people are here to squat, there is always no way, always need to explain."

"So I just said it. If you can't take it, don't take it."

The wood smoke asked: "What do you mean?"

"Just take it, drive them away."

The wooden cigarettes left the road: "... Tianyinge can never help but bluntly, and will not rush to leave without reason. You may be afraid to do so."

The teacher said faintly: "I haven't just explained it yet? Tianyin Pavilion is right or wrong. In fact, they are all very clear. But they will not be able to rise up for a while. When they turn around, - Our stepping fairy has already woken up. Do you know what it means?"

"..." The wooden cigarette seemed to want to say something, but he felt that there was some contradiction. In the end, he closed his eyes and turned to his disciples. "To disperse them."

The most loyal disciple left, and there was only a wooden cigarette left in the warm cabinet and Shi Mingjing.

They stood by the window and looked at the situation below.

The disciples of Tianyin Pavilion sneak out, and the white gold crown shines in the sun. The people who were white-skinned and saw them coming out, thinking that they had finally got a saying and got up. I went to the group of disciples.

Because the distance is far apart, the teacher and the wood smoke can not hear what they said, but the anger is visible to the naked eye.

Suddenly, I don’t know why it happened. A people rushed to grab the disciples of Tianyin Pavilion, and raising their hands was a loud slap in the face.

Scene violence / chaos!

The wooden cigarettes widened their eyes, and the crowds were surging. You pushed me to squeeze, and the more than ten Tianyin disciples were surrounded by them.

Is this still ok? Rao is a wooden cigarette to stay calm, seeing his disciples being blatantly insulted, but also can not stand. She was about to push open the window, so that the disciples could use their own spells to protect themselves, but they were caught.

The teacher said: "Let them play."

The wooden smoke is off the road: "Tianyin Pavilion has rules. If there is no order, the monk can't reply to the people. I will not say anything, my feet will be ruthless, and they will have a life worry."

The teacher said calmly: "Then die."

Wood smoke away: "!"

Anger can make people lose their senses. Especially when a group of people gather together to beat a few people, the start is not so important.

Soon, the wood smoke saw the crowd settled.

They slowly spread a small circle, and there was a new introduction to the Tianyin Pavilion disciple. The wooden cigarette did not even remember the person's name. The disciple was kneeling on the ground, and gradually a pool of blood was stained under him.

The teacher smashed the hand of the wooden cigarette and said, "Okay, now there is reason to crush these ants. Let's do it."

It is hard to find an excuse for violence/force/town/pressure.

As long as you find an excuse, violence/force and town/pressure are all things that can be done easily.

The Tianyin Pavilion opened in the middle of the door, and soon a large number of disciples came out, and each of them stood up and rushed toward the group of incompetent people.

The crowd was in a mess.

They first drove, and then stabbed the sword. Screams, roars, and raps are intertwined. People dodge, drink, and support, but they don’t see people turning around.

"If Seoul is so entangled, it’s cold and ruthless!"

"When did Tianyin Pavilion have a feeling of love?" A tremulous voice suddenly sounded in the crowd. It was actually the village head of Yuliang Village. "The old man is going to ask for a fair today, even if he died here, there is nothing to regret."

The Linger Shantou in the village is even more sad and angry. It is not a retreat with the seven aunts and eight squatters in the village. "You have to kill them. Come on, my grandmother will see if you can kill all the cockroaches today." The people in the country, blocking the mouth of the long!"

The head of the Tianyin is sharply gnashing his teeth: "A group of pretty people, lined up to find death." Seeing the group and attacking, the curse flashed.

Suddenly, "bang", the feather arrow pierced into the ground, bursting a golden light! Then the Ming and Huang Jiejies vacated and slammed into the air.

Tianyin sharply yelled: "Who?!"

A white light volley flashed, and the corner bow crossed the clouds in the blink of an eye. In this amazingly powerful spirit, a beautiful and handsome monk jumped down and stood in front of the people in the cold with his bow. Behind her, there were two adult men with high wolf demon standing on the wind. It had snowy golden claws and red eyes, and was licking his teeth and vomiting a breath.

The teacher squatted upstairs and said: "Leaves forget..."

The leaves reluctantly raised their hands, and the bow was closed, and the other hand called the long sword. The single-handed horse stood in the wind, and the eyes were tough and hard.

"Is it you?!" The person with Tianyinge recognized her and glared at her. "You are the ember of the Confucianism."

The leaves have no snoring, and a pair of long legs have taken a step forward.

"In the last time, you insisted on giving water to the ink, and you know that you are not right!" The Tianyin Pavilion said with exquisiteness, "You really and the ink are a group! It is a curse!"

The long sword is sheathed, such as water flowing.

Ye forgets to squint and said: "Who is the devil's head, you know it in your own heart. However, there is a saying that you are doing well."

She paused and reopened:

"Ye Mou is indeed a person standing on the side of the ink master."

The head of the Tianyin sneer sneered: "Ye is a forgotten, you have to be a woman, do you want to fight alone with us?"

Ye Forgetting has obviously been indignant because of the sorrow of death, and there is a flame-like light in the scorpion. She violently throws the sword in front of her, and the savage spirits smash the long-blade stalk that is not the martial arts. Into the slate, the ground cracked a long slit!

She gnawed her teeth: "I have been holding you for a long time. Don't hang on to your mouth all day long!"

"..."

The monks have seen the leaves in the past, and she is basically a kind of attitude that is tolerant and retreat.

This is the first time they saw her anger.

"I have listened to it." Yeh’s body was so tight that every inch was very tight, like a cheetah. She stared at the men without hesitation. "In the past, the dead and the dead have never been to my Confucianism. Falling down the stone, and protecting the Linyi people in the sea of ??fire - although today's life and death are no longer there, but Ye is here, will not let you hurt the remaining people!"

Tianyin Pavilion has never had a positive hand with Ye Yexi, so she does not know her strength. She only thinks that she is just a female baby who is crying around her family. So some people couldn't help but sneer out: "Small girl, do you know what you are talking about?... Just rely on you alone, want to protect a group of hairs behind you? You have a big tone. Where are you coming from? Can you bear the resistance?"

"Then you will open your eyes and see if I have this ability!"

Throw the sheath to the side, the sword is like a frost.

The leaves are no longer nonsense with them, a ringing finger, a long leg, and a light body like a swallow. Then she raised her hand and pulled up the sword on the ground, and rushed to the group of thin or frivolous Tianyinge monks.

In the warm cabinet, the teacher looked at the lively chaos in the air, and the lips of the water opened and closed. He sneered: "Hey, I thought I would never see the female war gods of previous lives. I can’t think of it, she was forced. On this road."

"God of War?"

The teacher did not answer, just a little pity, and looked at the leaves with a little irony: "Sister, you see. People in this life, going around will probably go a lot of ways. But in the end, the ending is the same. She What kind of people are in the past life, and this life is also destined to escape."

The blood spewed, the flames collided, and the sound of the killing in the blink of an eye, she was infested in countless swords and swords, and the enemies behind them blocked all the people who could not pass the spell.

This woman is dressed in black and has a long waist and a long leg. When she holds the sword, she is a leaf forget.

The white gold can be matched with her, and the arrow sac embroidered by Mrs. Rong swayed at her waist.

At the moment of Qing Gong, she was again in Nangong.

In this life, she experienced more than her previous life. She has been helpless, has been confused, and even had such a short cloud, and her children have long love.

Nangong gave her the night of Yu Pei, and Yunxia on the bridge was just right. She thought that she could relax her tight-knit bones from now on, and finally she could be the gentle girl who laughed and laughed.

But Nangong is dead.

There was no sign of his death. Before he left, he even said to the leaves that had left the enemy at the time: "I know that you are afraid of black, and will come back soon."

But he never came back.

Therefore, Ye forgets, after all, like her previous life, lost her weakness and lost her armor. She slowly digested and digested the remaining tenderness, and she slowly accepted herself as a figure. In her heart, she quietly did two funerals for herself -

Xu Chang was dead and took away the small leaves. She personally buried her with the righteous father's peach Li Chunfeng a glass of wine.

Nangong was killed and took away the girl. She personally extinguished her ten years of rain with the aunt's rivers and lakes.

God of War sealed off the tomb of the girl and the woman.

She turned and single-handedly came to the Tianyin Pavilion, facing the monks and soldiers.

The teacher looked at the situation of the fierce battle, and said to the wood smoke: "Remove all the high-level disciples of Tianyinge to fight. This woman can't stay."

The wooden cigarette was slightly surprised: "All high-level disciples? She, she is just a girl..."

The teacher smiled and smiled: "The girl who gave birth to this girl had to suffer from the hardships of her life. If you look down on her, you will have to learn how hard my bones will be."

The valve opened, and the high-ranking Tianyin disciples rushed out of the nest. The leaves were ecstasy and the enchantment was invincible.

She still wears the Confucianist's green crane hair band, evading the advance and retreat, and carrying the hunting and hunting. The wood smoke left the death order, so those Tianyin disciples killed her step by step, the power of one person was originally difficult to attack the group, but the leaves are still gnashing, but the white gold is brave, and there is no downwind for a while. .

"Add people." The teacher is like watching the fish at the pool, squatting under the head, faintly, "In short, she is sent to the door today, she can't let her live back -"

"A Nan, look over there!"

Suddenly, the wooden cigarettes interrupted the teacher’s words and looked at her gaze. The teacher saw a blue-and-smoke cloud in the sky.

The elders who died in the real life are arriving at the disciples!

Those who survived because of the protection of Mrs. Wang, still wearing the armor of life and death, stepping on the silvery sabre, from the depths of the cloud curtain, the majestic unfolding, headed by the wolf With the two, they took the wind and the robes flew.

More than a thousand disciples behind him are all glaring and glaring.

?? Elders rang: "The so-called gods in Tianyin Pavilion, is this so much bullying?"

The greedy wolf is sullen and violent, and a pair of brown eyes are staring at the bottom. He does not come to so many literary, five words are concise, and his anger is clearly visible: "Go to hell!"

"..." In the face of this stormy rushing rushing male soldiers, the sergeant's face was slightly depressed, and the curvature of the lips was not a smile or a mock.

"It’s really a shackle. Every time you fight, you have to win the battle with the people who are dead and dying." He said this as he watched the crowd.

There is no figure of Chu Yuning in the crowd... After the robbery of the Tianyin law court, where did Chu and his ink burn? The ink burned was dug many times, and the decision was that it couldn’t be done, so what about Chu’s late night?

Is it next to the new smoldering ink, or just like the last life, died with the ink burning.

No matter which kind of thing may make him irritated, there is a kind of uneasiness in the heart of the teacher. He turned and walked to the inner room.

The wood smoke left the door and said: "Where are you going?"

"Go and see the situation on the side of the stepping fairy." The teacher paused. "Think about the way, let him wake up early. When he wakes up, life and death can be opened again - no one can stop We are."

The long fingers stroking the runes of Tianyinge, and the secret room opened. The teacher stepped down the long steps, along the lines engraved with the exquisite ancient charms, after three gates and enchantments, came to the deepest part of the stone room.

It was covered with ice and mist, and a gypsum was inlaid on the blue-gray vault, and there was a holy light. Underneath the jade, there was a crystal-clear crystal of the air, and the sergeant stopped in front of the scorpion, bowed his head and looked at the man lying inside the coat.

"Take the emperor Jun ink rain..." He sighed and his eyes fell on the man's chest. "Sleep for a long time, should you get up?"

His words obviously did not have any effect. Stepping on the fairy is still closed and his lips are bloodless.

"The Spirit is so turbulent." The teacher shook his hand in front of the forehead of Stepping Xianjun. After careful perception, he stared thoughtfully at the handsome face. "Are you a nightmare?"

The stunned person naturally will not answer him.

The teacher smashed his frontal hair and looked very gentle. It was like looking at a dying soldier who was about to be cast. He whispered: "Although it is your own spiritual nucleus, it is the nucleus. Things are closely related to the heart, and when you are one, it will make you feel uncomfortable."

His voice was tempted and he imposed a spell of hypnotic will.

"Take the fairy, don't believe anything, don't believe it, it's all fake.... Come, wake up. Wake up, you can get everything."

The body is low, almost sticking to the ear, soft and extremely tempting.

"Shi Ming net is good, Chu night Ning is good, even you a mother, will come back."

"Come up, come on." He muttered to the emperor in his dream. "I am waiting for you."