I don’t know how long a kiss lasted, and I stepped on him to let him go. Chu night Ningyuan thought that he would stop here, but he did not expect the lips to leave, and then touched.

Repeated this many times, stepping on the fairy is finally enough, he licked his lips, dark eyes staring at the face of Chu Xiaoning.

"No change, it is you."

There are too many things to ask, and the changes that are encountered are too great. After a quiet moment in Chu, I finally hoarsely said: "...the past things, you still remember?"

"natural."

"Do you remember how you died?"

The look of the emperor’s emperor is somewhat gloomy: “The ten sects have joined forces to besiege, and this seat is very sick.”

"Then you remember how I died?"

The sin of the stepping fairy eyebrows faded slightly, but it was caged with another layer of ashes: "You are blocking the big things in the snow palace, this place hates."

Chu Evening asked: "So, do you remember how you died and resurrected?"

"Hu Binan rescued."

“How specific?”

"This self..." but did not say anything again, stepping on the face of Xianjun gradually revealed a trace of embarrassment. But this kind of embarrassment did not last long. He closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, it was already clear.

Stepping Xian Jun frowned: "What did you just say?"

Chu nightning will not scream.

He almost knows what the teacher has done to this body. It is the most difficult to control from the ancient people. After the ink burns, the teacher can't fully control the emotion of this body, and he dare not beat the memory of the ink. To be more divisive, so I have to choose a few parts that will affect the important things of obscuration and eradicate them.

In front of this, I am afraid that it is just a weapon for walking dead.

Chu night Ning closed his eyes. After a while, he seemed to want to say something, but the words were not exported, and the throat was filled with sweetness. He coughed hard.

"Ink burning..." He dyed his blood between his lips and raised his eyes with water mist. "Don't do anything for others. You are already a body, and you should rest in peace. You... cough."

The front of the line burst into black, and the scattered pieces began to rise again.

You should go back to the past, you have been sleeping, and it is not yours.

However, this sentence is no longer enough to say, Chu nightning only moved his lips, and consciousness began to scatter again -

In the end, he only saw that Stepanjun was frowning and talking to himself. The handsome and pale face seemed to be a little anxious.

"Chu Ning," he vaguely heard that he was calling him, just like a past life, "Late..."

He closed his eyes, and the pain of the soul's reintegration invaded again. He didn't know the next thing.

Outside the mountains, the forest is bleak.

In the past few days, there have been drizzling rains in the middle of the day. Even the rafts with the rafts have produced a layer of mildew. They look out from the small window of the station, and the strings of water drops from the bamboo leaves, falling in the pool, and opening a little. ripple.

Suddenly, a pair of shoes stepped into the water, and the sky and clouds were broken.

Mo Zongshi appeared in front of the Qufu Mountain Road.

After the sudden change of the Dragon Blood Mountain, his spiritual power has not recovered, and he is unable to defend the sword. He was worried about his death and death, and he rushed back from the dragon blood horse, and spent a total of four days.

On the way, he actually thought a lot of things.

For example, why should he be born again? For example, why did the late Qing dynasty of the late Qing Dynasty lay this mystery in the Dragon Blood Cave, such as the teacher.

I have been thinking for a long time, but I can't find any clear answer.

He was not a smart person. Now he is suffering and worrying. He is more and more unable to calm down and think carefully. After all, he understands him. Chu is rather a soft rib of his life. When I think of it, I will undoubtedly pronounce his death sentence. He is in a mess. The rain gradually grew bigger, and the smoldering wind stood at the entrance to the mountain of the dead and dying. He looked up and his silvery cream fell on his face. In front of it, a stone step twists and turns, leading to the mountains of the clouds steaming Xia Wei.

This mountain road, the life has also passed, the death has also passed, the sorrow has also passed, the joy has also passed, the two have been countless times, from the younger times of less things, to the dust settled, the guilty return today.

It was very cold, and the rain mixed with snow seeds fell, wet his black clothes, and stained his hair.

The youth should have no worries, and the wind blows the snow...

The ink burned closed eyes, stepped on the long steps, and walked up the mountain.

A sinner who has thrown himself into the net has finally "opened up" the door of Zhu paint, the heart of the dead.

The door, slowly opening, his two years of madness and glory, nightmares and darkness are all here.

He remembered his past life. At the age of twenty-two, he changed his mind to Wushan, and his smashing and smashing, the dust and smoke dispersed. Before he stood in the old days, he vowed to go all over the world to honor the world. That life has fallen here, and this life is here to end.

In the heart of the Dan heart, there are people, and the people with heads and faces gather more than the mountain to attack Xu Shuanglin.

When I heard the opening of the door, everyone looked back, but saw a tall black man standing in front of the threshold, his face pale, and a few wet black hair in front of his forehead. The skylight is behind him, and the cockroaches are lead-gray, rainy and snowy.

No one thought that the ink burning would suddenly appear like this.

He is the hero who changed his life to Anping on the mountain, or is he the murderer who sees no blood on the night of the moon? What kind of person is he?

No one was snoring for a moment, and every pair of eyes stared at the returning man.

The person who trusted him felt that he was poor, wet and cold, like a dog who came home in the rain. People who don't trust him only think that he is terrible, dark and deep, like a ghost who climbs out of hell.

The rain continued to strike the ridge of the ridge, infiltrating the stone in front of the step, and the moss on the tile.

The ink burns up the black-painted eyelids, the fan-like eyelashes, and the eyes moisturize. He whispered: "Uncle, I am back."

"Fire! How are you - how are you alone?"

Xue Zhengyi sat in the position of honor, his face was very poor, and the rare ones were not trimmed. The iron fan was randomly spread on the table. The words "the world is very ugly" glimmered like a farce.

"Yu Heng?"

When the ink burned into the temple, he fell like a drop of water in the rolling oil that burned to the sun, causing it to sizzle. Almost everyone shouted a big step when he entered.

"Ink burning!"

"Devil, you have a face!"

"You killed so many people in the lonely night, you actually dare to show up!!"

The ink burned without paying attention to these sounds. This way, he had already heard about the **** case that happened before the lonely moon night. He is also very clear that there will be more heartbreaking madness. What are dozens of people? Hundreds of thousands and tens of thousands of people, the world is a dead body in his eyes, a lonely moon night, stepping on the immortal will not be in the eyes.

"Maniac... You and Hua Binan are just a bunch!"

"What else do you want to do? Today's masters are here, and the Tianyin Pavilion will soon come. Even if you are scheming, you can't escape this day!"

"Ink burn, you are too cunning, you sing / red face for a while to sing a white face, make everyone confuse and then your **** will be successful, how vicious you are!"

Surrounded by tidal slams and sorrows, an angry face is surging. No one cares about the ink, he continues to move forward, he has already understood the meaning of Hua Binan - forgive him for not wanting to call him a teacher.

Hua Binan gave him a grave. Even the inscription on the tombstone was written, and Huabi Nan was very clear, he would jump in himself.

Because, at the moment when Chu Jingning recalled his predecessor, Mo Weiyu had already sentenced himself to a dead body that could not be saved.

ended.

"Whether you wear a few fake masks on your face, today's heroes gather, you must dismantle your true face."

"You must be sent to Tianyin Pavilion!"

Noisy and loud people. The three words that pierce the eardrum are the most: "Tian Yin Ge."

The ink burned did not think that Hua Bi Nan would also bring in the Tianyin Pavilion. Coincidence? Still planning?

The mighty sound of the heavens is an ancient sect that has been handed down for thousands of years in the realm of cultivation. The head of this martial art was first known as the son of the gods and mortals, and later generations were passed down by blood. In the past generations, the blood of the Tianyin Pavilion has been thin, but it is still very aura. Although Tianyin Pavilion is not involved in red dust, but like a mortal believe in monks, monks also believe in the justice of Tianyin Pavilion.

The authority of a hundred years has been difficult to overthrow, not to mention the millennium. Therefore, even if I used to go to the world to win the world, I finally left the pure land of Tianyin Pavilion. The teacher is very clever, and it is better to put the ink on to the Tianyin Pavilion. No one will disobey the judgment, and no one can disobey the judgment.

There was a lot of noise in the hall, and the ink burned along the carpet embroidered with Du Ruo, went to the front, and then stood still.

"I……"

The man only said one word, and the human voice suddenly went out. They stared at him, and many people’s eyes were hatred and alert.

They waited for his arguments and other ills to wait for his fault. They stretched their necks and prepared to rush to smash the sly demon into pieces.

This person is difficult to distinguish between good and evil, unpredictable, but rather kills, can not let go, must - "I come to sin."

The bird is silent, even more silent than it is.

It’s like honing a knife and fighting for a big fight. The golden drum is ringing and killing, but suddenly it is known that the enemy generals have been self-selling.

It is ridiculous.

"what did he say?"

Only a few people responded, but couldn't believe that this demon confessed so easily, so he whispered to the person next to him: "Does he say that he is coming to sin?"

The ink burned down the curtain, kneeling down, facing the uncle and aunt, and Xue Meng, who was pale. The light shadows reflect his handsome and thin face.

He really wants to lead the neck, but Hua Binan counts him so much, and he won't let the person be so comfortable. Before he blasphemes, he still has one thing to do -

He will do his last bit of power to protect those who can no longer be protected.

Then the ink burns slowly and the voice is blazing.

"I am really full of blood, because I have personally hatred and killed a lot of people. Although I want to repent in these years, I still have no guilty sins. This matter is also known to me, and I am known as a prince today. Chen has shown his guilt and has another matter to declare."

He paused, and the words fell, like a knife: "I have no friendship with the teacher."

When I heard this sentence, most of the people present were shocked: "What happened?"

To know that the mentoring of the mentoring is a great scandal in the realm of cultivation, this kind of thing, whether it is a master or an apprentice, is very difficult to face. So as long as there is no blood and deep hatred, even if the relationship is not bad, the surface kung fu will always do enough.

After the horror, many people whispered: "Isn't it good before? How come suddenly, it won't be tempting."

"I don't look like it, will it be what happened to them later in Lushan?"

"It is possible... Chu Xianning does not seem to put the apprentice in his eyes. When Shi Mingjing was shackled by Hua Binan, did he not let go to save it? The people later even stunned their eyes... I am his apprentice, and I am also chilling."

People's voices rise and fall like tides.

Among these voices, the ink burn continues: "He can't resist me. It's small to kill people and set fire. But all the time, he treats me indifferently, and humiliates my dignity. This person is full of the world, but he treats disciples everywhere, how hypocritical! If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have come to this field at all."

It hurts too much.

He stopped his voice, his lips and teeth trembled slightly, but he still had to finish it word by word. Will be thousands of knives.

"It is him who harms me. He mistaken me. I have nothing to do with him. I have been worshipping him as a teacher. Now, I have completely broken with Chu, and I will treat me as his disciple in the future..."

He lifted his cockroach and stepped on the eyes of Xianjun.

"That is disgusting me, I hope that the kings will not mention it!"

Xue Zheng stunned: "Fire children -!"

Xue Meng is even more unmanned: "Brother, are you crazy?! Do you know what you have said!"

The ink burned and closed his eyes. He didn't want to go to see anyone in the Xuemeng family. The "brother" had pierced his heart like a claw.

The ink burned and said: "In addition to this, I still have something to watch."

"If you plead guilty, you will plead guilty. Where is one, two, three things, you --"

The man had not complained yet, and was stopped by Jiang Yan, the head of today's cents. Jiang Yan looked at the ink: "...please say."

Ink ignited: "I have a deep sorrow and a good confession. But the moonlit night is not what I did."

Many of them were here to discuss blood debts. The mood was originally very exciting. At this time, he was denied the murder of the lonely moon night. There have been a lot of words:

"Hah! Joke! This is a fact of ironclad, what else can you argue!"

"Yes, not who you are?"

Ink burning: "I was not at the end of the night, when I was in the Dragon Blood Mountain with Chu night. It was someone else who did this. And that person, if I did not make a mistake, it should be..."

He hesitated, did not immediately report the identity of the emperor.

He is not afraid of the wrath of everyone, but he believes that no one in the scene will believe that the door to life and death has broken open, and there is another escaping such ridiculous thing.

"who is it?"

The ink burned his lips and decided to take the time to step on Xianjun later. So he did not answer immediately. Instead, he said, "Who is after me?" In short, the man colluded with Hua Binan, one was in a lonely moon night. Planting the other, the other took away the late night."

After he finished this sentence, the crowd divided two voices.

The first wave of sound is weak, but it is also clearly identifiable. Most of the disciples who are dead and dying are shouting: "What happened to the elders of Yuheng?!"

"Where did the elders take?!"

Another voice is the group of people who came to the house to ask for sin.

"Ink, do you think we will believe you?"

"You don't know what medicine to sell in your gourd! What other people, I am jealous of you and Hua Binan is a group! On the Lushan Mountain, you both colluded to play a play!! You do not hesitate to die Many people, even ignoring the friendship of the same brothers and brothers, have harmed the teacher, you, you are a liar!!"

Hearing the name of the teacher, the ink burned slowly and looked up at Xue Zhengyi on the seat. He looked at Xue Meng again: "The teacher yelled at him..."

Xue Meng cares about chaos, grabbing the next step: "What happened to him? How is he?"

You can't look at him at all.

Seeing a person's broken appearance, just one time is enough.

The ink burns the road: "The teacher is Hua Binan."

Dead and silent.

For a long while, Xue Meng slammed down and sat back on the seat, muttering: "What a joke, how could it be..."

Yes, if you don’t see it with your own eyes, you will hear it, and you will want to say how it is possible. The teacher is so gentle, so beautiful, the three of them have experienced many storms together. For him, the teacher is the first true friend of his life.

But this friend is fake, but it’s just a mirror.

So ridiculous.

The people around have talked about it: "What is messy?"

"Insane, then a little monk, will be the first holy hand in the world?"

"If the teacher is Hua Binan, he helps us to solve the heartworm in Lushan."

There are also people who have been saved by the teacher in Lushan. They are especially grateful to the teachers. At this moment, regardless of 3721, they angered at him: "Ink burns, you actually say this big to cleanse your sins." The word of sorrow, you are bloody!"

At this time, I kept frowning, and Jiang Yan, who did not speak, also spoke.

"Do you have any evidence that Hua Binan is Shi Mingjing?" Jiang Yan said, "Hu Binan has been under my door for many years and has never left the lonely moon night. If you say that he is Shi Mingjing, then how can he do it at the same time? Two locations?