The two of them were chatting about something interesting. They had a relaxed smile on each other's face. Xue Meng even raised his hand to the teacher's hair and released a small flower of a yellow goose. He was picked up by the teacher and laughed. He Haha laughed out loud.

"Ah, Master?"

It’s too late to get out of the way. When Xue Meng turned his head, Yu Guang saw him. He first glimpsed it. Then he said with joy: “It’s rare to see the Master so late.” As he spoke, he greeted him.

The teacher also smiled and followed, gentle and rude: "Ask the teacher respect."

When he was late, he couldn’t say anything. He wanted to calmly agree, but he hadn’t opened his mouth yet, and his eyes were red. Fortunately, the night was deep and there was enough darkness to cover him.

Xue Meng is quite curious about some cats: "Where is the teacher going?"

"With..." The voice was exported, but it was hoarse. He was busy with his mouth, coughing, and for a moment, "just walk away."

After a while, I couldn't help but ask more.

"what about you?"

"My sister and I have just returned from the town of Wuchang. I bought a lot of delicious food." Xue Meng was very happy when he mentioned this. "There is a temple fair today, and it is very lively."

In exchange for the late Qing Dynasty of this era, this dialogue should stop here.

Chu nightning will not have too much interest to understand what these young people have gathered together, what to eat, why are they so happy.

At that time, he was faint, and if he was away from anyone, he would not like to take a look at the trivial matters of others.

But now Chu Jingning, but I feel that Xue Meng is also good, and the teacher is worthy. Every word, every look, and even every light and shadow in the eyes is precious.

He wants to look at it a little more and listen to a few more words.

This is something in his own red dust that he can never get.

So he asked: "What did you buy?"

“Is the teacher respected to see it?” Xue Mengxing went to his own Qiankun bag with great enthusiasm, and the treasure was general. “Godan skin, pine nuts, sweet-scented osmanthus...”

Counting a lot of things, suddenly holding a sweet-scented osmanthus sugar, all in the hands of Chu Yuning.

"Buy more, these are for the Master."

The teacher also rummaged through his bag, but he didn't seem to buy a few things. He turned it over and couldn't find anything to get his hand. The ear was a little red.

"..."

Chu night Ning said: "No need to give me any more." He picked two or three candy, and returned the rest to Xue Meng. Under the moonlight, his eyes were almost moist and gentle.

"It's enough."

He knows that time and space will close at any time. He has overdrafted the power of nine songs, and it is not easy to open it. What's more, there is only one night light there, and it is too late to go back.

Holding on to the difficult mood, he asked: "Is it burned? Not with you?"

The two face each other, Xue Meng said: "I didn't see him after lunch."

Shimei also said: "He hasn't been with us for a few days. Maybe he has something to do."

Chu Yuning went to the disciple room, but no one in the room went to the temple to find it. Seeing the time and space consumption, not only the more heart and soul.

Thinking about it for a long time, suddenly, he remembered one thing.

He thought of it.

The ink will not go away...

After thinking about half of it, I didn't think about it any more. The thought of this flame-like squatting made him not very comfortable. His face slowly sank and the knuckles were involuntarily pinched.

——

He remembered a place where ink burned when he first went astray.

After half an hour, Chu Ningning stood outside a red and purple lacquered wooden building, hanging Zhu Xi, and writing the four characters of Xiantao Huijun.

This is the nearby famous Liyuan Xiantaolou. At this time, the night is deep, but the Huahuazhang of the flower building begins. There are passengers flowing in from the left and right, most of them are greasy men, smeared with powdered powder, and Chu nighting is cold, with a straight back and standing out of the crowd.

"Guest officer, please be inside."

"Let's take a look and see, today there is a famous **** play, Xiangtan's famous Dan, the song does not lose the hurricane of the year, the dance is not inferior to the past, the clothing is cold. Eighty-one text, the front row plus ten texts - ”

At the door, Xiao Yan was screaming at the scorpion, and there was a son who was shaking the literati fan. He happened to pass by and mocked: "It’s really a big word, what a big name, and dare to scream with the two paragraphs of the year."

"That is, the 80-year-old one has a face and a weak hurricane, and the hurricane is not enough for a play of eight hundred gold."

"This breaks the garden and swindles the money!" There was a passer-by, and he smiled at the armpits.

Chu night, I don’t understand, and I have a headache. He simply raised his hand and went into the building. There is a high knot in the silk lamp there. Some people are listening to the drama, some are drunk, and some people are ups and downs in the charm and gentleness of the rouge oil paint.

The play of Jin Sheng Yu Zhen, Xiao Yu Yu muscle spring.

On the first floor of the stage, the nobles are drunk and have a lot of flowers. The play was full of soft mourning, and the audience was touched with endless enthusiasm.

"Good -! Good!"

"A little more!!"

Chu Xiaoning was scented with a pungent fat powder and his eyebrows were wrinkled and his face was gloomy. The phoenix swept over and patrolled the circle, not seeing the young man.

He thought, isn't he guessing the wrong place?

At this time, the nephew who was too busy to take off the body noticed him, just like a colorful and colorful butterfly, he walked toward him, opened a pair of mouths with Zhu Hong Danxia, ​​and smiled and solicited:

"This son, please come to the audience and listen to the eaves."

Chu nightning looked at her: "Find people."

"Looking for..." The child was condensed, and the smile fell, and his eyes were cold for three points. "Looking for people."

Chu night sighed and sighed, and took the waist ring to take it down. It was the beautiful jade that was given to him by the Emperor Xian, and the tentacles were warm. He handed the jade to his nephew and repeated: "Find people."

The nephew took it, and looked around, and the color of the stream was shining, and her eyes were bright.

She coughed up the jade and re-appeared her smile. It was fuller and fuller than before. "Who is the son looking for?"

"A young man who looks fifteen or six years old." Chu Xi Ningdao, "named ink."

The third floor of the Rongrong Pavilion is decorated with rugs. It's no wonder that many people are willing to buy drunkenness all night, just throwing the money into it, and the beautiful girl will make up a poppy-like dream. How many heroes are there. If the night can be spent like this, being sent gently, who is willing to face the scars of life, the pain of reality?

"This is the place." The nephew raised the narrow fingers dyed with the cardamom and turned over the wooden sign with the word "Rong Jiu" on the door.

She raised her eyes and exquisitely thought. If she looked thoughtfully at the late night, she said: "The son is not busy, wait for the slaves to call out the nine children, and then ask the son to go to the house to talk with the friends."

"..."

Even Lian Niang can see that he cares about him.

Chu night Ning closed his eyes and closed his eyes: "I am bothering you."

She went in, and there was a language in the house that was unclear.

After a while, she came out again, followed by a handful of squats, and Chu night squinted. The cheeks named Rong Ji still had blush on their cheeks, and the side squatted on them quite familiar, seemingly like someone. When Rong Jiu and his low salute, he left with the nephew. Chu Xiaoning shoved in, and the eyes were red, purple and purple, and the scalp was numb. There is no incense in the house, but there is a wine smell. The ink burned on the cheek, lying on the bed, and the slender fingers were still playing with the red tassels tied on the small clay pot. The bed was also red, very messy. It is best not to think about what has happened on this.

He walked over, frost and snow, standing in this spring with his own incompatibility.

"Hey... is the Master coming?"

"..."

"Sit down and drink a glass of wine? Pear white, good wine. Guaranteed has not tasted."

Chu night Ning said: "You are drunk."

The ink burned and smiled, seeing the white man walked to his bed. He was really drunk, and suddenly reached out and dared to cover the sky.

"It’s so drunk, I’m not afraid of being drunk, I’m not afraid, come and come, long nights, it’s better to have a fight.”

Chu nightning did not scream again, but the young boy’s ink was lifted from the bed that was generally floating in the sea, and the blue veins were slightly convex. He is a man with a master's demeanor. At this time, he is still solemn, and only the trembling of the fingertips sells his heart.

He closed his eyes and whispered: "Ink burns."

The stunned teenager "snapped" and still was unclear, even with some heartless laughs.

Chu night Ningsha dumb said: "I am late."

He put his forehead in the past, his fingertips moving lightly, and it was extremely painful -

In this pain of tearing flesh and blood, a **** is born in the world, sea otters, flowers, tails rolled up, seven-string streamer. A good **** wood guqin.

Chu nighting bites the back molars, let Shenwu put his strong spiritual power on him. This kind of spiritual power against the Emperor is simply a joke, but it is enough for him to cast many spells.

He pressed his inked forehead against himself and closed his eyes.

Then he felt... The body of the burning body did have the breath of eight bitter long hatred flowers. It seemed as if I saw a black double-flowered flower, rooted in the heart, and the roots were buried deep along the veins.

It is this long hate flower.

It is the source of all sin.

Chu night Ning took a deep breath and recorded the curse in accordance with the ancient books. Then he sang a word and almost did his best to drink:

"The soul is broken!"

Chu night, Ning Yu opened his eyes, and the bottom of the bottom suddenly floated cold.

The long-sucking flower can only be suppressed by the power of the soul. As he said in the book, he will split his own half of the soul and pass it from the forehead of the two men to the inside of the ink.

When the sun was blowing, the nine songs were actually phoenix sounds.

Aura is blazing.

Ink burning... ink burning...

Once upon a time, Master did not protect you.

Now, I am here to save you.

I am crossing you.

The shredded soul turned into a white dusty smoke, and it kept flowing.

The smoldering is disappointing, and the late night is very painful.

The amount is constant.

I am crossing you...

The last glare disappeared and the two slammed away. Chu night Ning loosed his hand, and the ink burned heavily back to the bed.

The nine songs were gone, and they were hidden in the bones of Chu’s late night. He has lost half of his soul, and it is extremely difficult to maintain the stability of Shenwu.

Chu Xiaoning sat on the couch, slowly squinting his eyes, his face pale and pale, and even his lips were bloodless. But his heart is relieved and easy.

He finally made the first step to change his life.

Use the power of the soul to interfere with the eight bitter long-soul flowers that have not yet been deeply swayed, and not let the ink burn again.

Time back. He finally protected him.

Chu nightning can't stay for a long time. The first thing he has to do is to prevent the ink burning from being swallowed up by the long-sucking flower. This has already been done, and then he will do the second thing.

He didn't know what the ability of the people behind the scenes was so big. Although the man can't tear the cracks in time and space, the caution is always right.

- He wants to ensure that once the disaster starts again, he can restore the memory of his previous life and resist it in time.

So the second thing is to find yourself in the past.

All the screaming curses of the red lotus otter were useless to him, and he came in easily. He stood in front of the semi-open window and looked at the white man who was already sleeping on the table.

Halfway through the night, God is still painting.

... If the troubles of the world are just to deal with these little devils.

Chu nightning has crossed the half-soul soul that he has torn to the red dust.

Originally, this soul was his own, so the person who fell asleep would not have a slight discomfort. He looked at the white and bright light and floated over it, and surrounded a gentle glow around himself. Slowly, the brilliance was extinguished, and the wind blew over, blowing the drawings on the hand of "Chu Ningning" on the ground.

"If there is another major disaster, the ink will not be an enemy of you." He stood by the window and said softly to the people inside. "Now I have broken the core and separated the soul. I can only do this. One step can't change our time, but you can."

The people in the house are not awake.

"I divided the weakest souls of the three souls into two halves, half of which gave you, and half gave it to the ink. If you have a smooth life, these two halves of the soul will not have much impact on you. If you hate to invade, or if there is chaos in the world, then I will try to get this soul together again."

If he does not predict the mistake, the moment when the soul coincides, the eight bitter hatred in the burning body will be completely destroyed and removed. And he will also restore the memory of past lives after the soul of the earth is combined.

Chu night Ning said: "Do not blame me for giving these things to you. If you can, I hope you don't have to think about it, but..."

He didn't say anything more, only sighed in a low voice.

Then he went to do the third thing.

This is the last barrier - he went to find a crime. I gave it to the incense burner that I had already begun to refine.

In that incense burner, he applied the technique of healing the soul. This mystery will capture the deepest memories of his subconscious mind, to stimulate the two torn apart souls to merge again.

Chu Xiaoning is not very clear about what his deepest memories are. He thinks there are too many. Perhaps it was a big battle when the mentoring division broke down. Perhaps it was the experience that was made into a blood leak after being burnt down by the ink-burning hand. Perhaps it was the first time that the pain was humiliated under the ink. Too much. Sometimes people don't even see themselves.

He sinned and sealed the incense burner in the Dragon Blood Cave. If you see red dust, you must bring yourself and the ink to the place.

After doing all this, the time of Chu Xiaoning has arrived. Time and space are self-healing. If it is not a destructive tear, the gap will be closed.

He actually wants to stay here, staying in this peaceful, nothing that has not happened yet.

However, Chu Xiaoning knows that he does not belong here. He will not do anything against the forbidden morality in order to be self-sufficient and to be greedy for warmth.

he left.

Liu Jiangshan dreams are far behind, no longer look back.

"Chu Zongshi."

Returning to his own time, Chu Xiening just came out from the cracks in Houshan, masking the traces of spiritual power, and saw that there was a Zhuyi man on the Bluestone Trail. It is the old slave Liu Gong who is serving the ink.

"Where did the guru go? Teach me to find it."

Chu night Ning asked: "What about others?"

"In the red lotus water."

Looking for the past, the ink burned and sat down under the wisteria flower stand, and when he saw him pushing in, he slowly raised his face. Slightly waved at him.

"come."

Chu night, Ning licked his lips, and his look was indifferent: "The songs didn't sound too good? It was so early."

"There is nothing to be unsatisfactory." Ink ignited, "Listen to listen, so few toned. Tired."

The sleeves of the robes were opened, and Chu Xinning lifted his hand into his arms. The ink burned did not go to ask him where he went. After all, Chu Xi Ning has always been untamed, and it is strange to stay in the water.

He forced him to sit on his own lap and kissed the man's cheek, then buried it in the man's neck.

"There was a dream in this seat." "Well?"

"...in the dream, you are teaching me to write."

Chu night Ning Yi, the heartbeat suddenly stalled. But at this moment, Teng Xianjun indulged in self-remembering, but he was unable to extricate himself. Therefore, he did not notice his strangeness. He only continued to speak, his tone was light, but he was not saddened by his own unconsciousness.

"One word, I haven't written it four or five times. You are angry, but you have not given up on me." Mo burned, "Then you held my hand, there was a flower coming in the window, I saw..."

He was too indulged in that big dream, not even calling himself a seat.

The ink burned, and the look was naive.

"I saw it on the paper, seeing the letter as a meeting, and showing the letter."

When he said it, he suddenly grinned. That smile can't be said to be comforting or embarrassing.

"This kind of thing can only be seen by dreaming."

He looked up, and the eyes that were filled with thoughts on the night of Chu, gradually recovered the coldness of the son who belonged to Xi Xianjun: "Do you know why this group suddenly wants to see you?"

"..."

The hand reached up and touched the cold cheeks of Chu.

"In that dream, your appearance is very good." Stepping Xianjun faint, "I can't even forget to see this seat. So I want to see the real you."

Chu Xiaoning lowered his eyes.

"I'm afraid I don't hate you, I want to hate you." Ink said, "Otherwise I..."

Suddenly, what is it?

Otherwise, I will never be able to self-width, otherwise I will not know how to go forward, otherwise I will not know how to continue this broken life.

I have to hate you, I have not changed, and I have not hated it.

"Late Ning." He finally sighed. "There is only me and you left in this world."

For a time, my heart was like a knife, and Chu was rather awaiting to talk. Suddenly, I felt that I had to step on the edge of the cliff, and I fell asleep and suddenly woke up!

Chu night Ning stunned his eyes, and it was dark in the middle of the shackles. He could hear his own drum-like heartbeat, cold sweats, and the face of the emperor’s sullen and cold face seemed to be still in sight.

He shivered and gasped slightly, and the influx of past life reminded him of the cold hair behind him, causing him to tremble, and the memories were not stopped, and he continued to madly rush toward him.

The throat is agitated, he... Where is it?

where is he……

Why can't I see it? Why is everything in front of me black?

Consciousness, come over for a while, Chu night Ning finally finally remembered the Dragon Blood Mountain thing.

He slowly reacted back to God and muttered: "Ink burning..."

At this time, the cheeks were suddenly touched by a cool, soft palm.

The hand held his chin, stretched out his thumb, and rubbed his lips. Chu Xiaoning heard a sonar that was obviously applied to the sound-changing technique, and smiled at him gently.

"Wait for a long time, you are finally awake."