On the sixth day, the temple door slammed open.

The torrential rain outside continued, and some people took a wet paper umbrella and slid it into the temple.

"Master."

The person came over and smashed the white coat with a scarf, and the peach blossom eyes flew with emotion, but the eyes had a blue halo. This is the first time that Shiyi has visited the Wushan Temple since the Battle of Tongtian Tower.

"I wanted to visit the Master before, but I couldn’t get out of it. I finally got a little free until today. It’s late, the Master is no stranger.”

Chu nightning only looked at him and turned his eyes away.

The teacher did not care about this. He sat down in front of Chu night, perhaps because the paving shop was very smooth. He was very upset and had bright luster in his eyes.

"Are you still angry?"

"..."

"The door to the devil is about to open, and there is nothing left to ask me again."

Chu night Ning still did not answer, looking at the rain outside the window. His fragility and sorrow were only revealed in front of the deep loved ones. Shi Mingjing exhausted his heat, so he became a hard rock, and no amount of attachment could melt it.

The teacher sighed: "I want to talk to you about my heart. Let me take care of me."

Chu nightning finally gave him a word: "Roll."

Unlike the gloom before the war, the closer to success, the more calm the mentality of the teacher. He didn't get angry because of the coldness of Chu Xiaoning, but he smiled and said: "It really took care of me."

The rain hits the already wet window, and the time and space are in a mess of two red dusts. Any vision is normal. Chu Evening even thinks that this rain will never stop. It must be down and finally Submerged both time and space.

Shiyi didn't care about this. He got up and took two teas. He handed it to Chu's hand and said, "Since you ignore me, then I will tell you something. I don't like to explain, but Between the Master and the Master, I don't want to have too many misunderstandings."

The tea is still hot, he blows away the green leaves, and he takes a sip of it slowly.

"How to say it, I grew up, made a lot of bad things, didn't say a few truths, but I really don't want to kill innocent people."

Chu Xiaoning’s hand was unconsciously tightened, and the pale hands were covered with blue ridges.

"The teacher saw the road of the martyrdom. I originally wanted to fill in the people who are not as good as the animals in the world. Anyway, the kind of death is not enough. But then I found that it was so long, it was long to take two The corpse of the red dust can fill it up." Shi said, "I don't feel bad in my heart."

"..."

"I don't like the smell of blood on my hands, so I have hardly killed anyone. I didn't lie to you."

"You didn't lie to me." Chu Xiaoning suddenly spoke. "I believe that you have hardly killed anyone."

It seems strange that the teacher raised his eyebrows slightly.

Chu nightning turned his head and his eyes were cold like ice: "You are kind, your heart is soft, you don't want to kill innocent people, you don't like blood on your hands. So these things you never do, you made a Stepping on Xianjun, the madman who slaughtered the Confucianist door from now on is him. The tyrant who is **** and difficult to wash is him - he has done all the things that you have to do but are unwilling to do for you. You are brilliant."

"The teacher said that these words are unfair." The teacher sighed. "I didn't think about killing the Confucianism. It was his own private enmity."

"There is no eight bitterness to hate him for committing such a sinful crime."

"Without eight bitter hates, will he not commit such a sinful crime?"

Chu Xiaoning looked at the eyes of the teacher: "He won't."

The teacher just smiled and waved his hand, meaning that he didn't want to do more entanglement. He said: "Forget it. There is nothing to fight for. In short, I once said to Xu Sulin, I hope that this world can live in the human, the mediocrity Good and evil, these are the truth, I don't lie." He paused and continued. "But for the skull family, giving good to others is to ruin one's life. We must use our way back home. Blood is paved, I have no choice."

Chu nightning closed his eyes.

The teacher said, and he sighed with his empty tea. He said, "Master may not understand why I sacrificed to the devil in order to sacrifice the lives of almost everyone in two time and space. Actually, this is not difficult to understand..."

He looked at the steam that was transpiration.

The room was quiet, only to hear the teacher’s voice and the original voice.

"Does the teacher have seen the buffaloes that are being fenced?"

"Red eyes, rampage, can't wait to put people in front of you, beasts, all with two corners pierced. This is the instinct to survive."

Chu nightning knows what he means, and the skeletal beauty is like a herd that is forced into desperation. Surrounded by a greedy face, they are going to peel their skin.

"For the beauty seats, there are only two ways in the end. Either completely destroy the family or return to the devil world. This is a choice between life and death." Shi Yan said here, his eyes are a bit blank, "If the comprehension world does not have a beauty seat Regardless of the goods, arbitrarily humiliating, if we can survive on earth, no one will do such a terrible thing."

He was silent for a while, his thoughts were surging, his eyes gradually became chaotic, from chaos to cold, and finally to madness.

Like the life he has experienced so far.

"The herd has no intention to kill. But the butcher's knife has fallen, and the surrounding companions have lost their lives one by one... Master, how can we forgive this world."

The voice of the teacher is a little trembling: "The real world will not make a history book for the skeletal beauty, because these people only regard us as livestock or double repairs. But we have always remembered in our family - just in person In the eleventh year of the end of the Devil's War, almost all the pure blood beauty seats were killed. After thousands of years, even though we were careful not to reveal our identity, we still could not escape the greed of the monks."

"Four thousand years ago, two hundred and five hundred years ago, nine hundred years ago, seven hundred years ago, four games were paid. The blood of the beautiful people in the mortal was searched for, eating meat and drinking blood, house arrest/rape... ...they hate to kill my family."

The teacher's fingers pinch the tea pot, and the wrists outline the hidden blue veins.

"In fact, it’s really a dead end. It’s a hundred. But how can those monks give up such a practice?"

Chu nightning: "..."

"The teacher respects a group of books, you should know that in order to avoid the annihilation of the beauty seat, what did you do on the head of the lonely moon night?" The teacher squatted, and a pair of peach eyes were now scarlet.

This incident, Chu Ningning, does know that any book that introduces a lonely moon night will mention this matter and treat it as a hero.

At the end of the night, the medicinal sect searched 20 young skeletal beauty women, and the savage and exquisite monks exchanged day and night, making them pregnant. After the pregnancy, the head will use the elixir to induce labor, and the baby will be born in four months. The woman who had just given birth was once again defiled, continued to be forced to become pregnant, forced to vaccinate... so repeated, so that the beauty of the family can continue.

But this continuation is like a pig and a sheep to be slaughtered.

No, not like. It is they who have indeed become pigs to be slaughtered.

The child born, the boy is immediately divided into medicinal herbs, or directly sold to the big class such as the Confucianism. Girls are captive, and even after the birth, even if they are handed over, they become a new breeding hotbed.

"mating."

Chu Evening still remembers the shock and nausea that he saw when he first appeared on the "Single Moon Night Fairy Medicine".

The teacher smiled and smiled. The smile looked a bit blue and miserable for the first time: "They took the practice of practicing the beauty in the beauty seat. They won the praise of the comprehension."

"Living people... are all living people. Just because they have mixed up the blood of the ancient Mozu, they can bring benefits to the practice, and they will judge the living people as livestock." In order to cover up his pain, the teacher raised his hand and Drink a cup of tea, but the fingertips are shaking slightly.

"The medicine that promotes the embryo is very detrimental to the mother. None of the beautiful women who have been raised has lived for 30 years. But the shortness of life is a good thing for them. It can be done early, except for 'crossing/matching'. 'Reproduction' nightmare."

When he said that the words "reproduction" and "reproduction" had a stinging slap in the face. The teacher swears, and for a moment he seems to be tempted to swear, but in the end he moved his mouth, and only two of them were filled with taunts.

"very good."

Chu night Ning opened his eyes and his eyes finally fell on the teacher.

This man, who has always been faint or unpredictable, is like the most ordinary vengeful man, with a clear hatred on his face.

The teacher was quiet for a while, and seemed to think of something, and couldn’t stand it anymore. He put the samovar down, his face buried in his palm, and finally he took a deep breath, and when he looked up, his eyes were red.

In the memory of Chu Xiaoning, the emotions of the teacher have never been so real and specific.

"Master can remember how the lonely moon night stopped breeding the beauty of the family?"

"..." Chu nightning does not know what his mood is at the moment, he is hoarse, "has a murder case."

After all, the sphenoidal beauty mat is not a scorpion animal, and the locust will still be countered, let alone live.

In the generation of Master Jiang Yan, there was a girl in the beauty room who was not willing to give in and work hard. She was different from those who used to be, and she was neither dying nor numb.

She seduce a high-level disciple of Tianyinge, who was obsessed with the moonlight at night. The disciple was also a **** person, and she couldn’t help but enter the bed of this beautiful lady that night. The next day, she begged her to redeem her own moonlight night, and vowed to help him practice his life.

The disciple of Tianyinge was so obsessed and promised her. As a result, the girl fled from his side in a few days, and I did not know where to find the robbery seeds. The starry night returned to Lin Lingyu, and a fire broke the night of the lonely moon.

That night, the beautiful women who had been under house arrest fled with her help, and more than a hundred disciples were killed and burned by the fire...

The rest of the sects looked at the excitement and did not feel the backache. When they said that they were relieved, they secretly laughed at the lonely moon and night and could not even see a woman. As a result, the medicinal sects fell sharply, and the head was furious, and the end of the support for the beauty seats ended.

"Since you want to laugh, don't come to the medicine in the future. Anyway, if you have escaped so many people, if you have the ability, you can hunt yourself."

Therefore, when Jiang Yan was the head of the office, there was only one Song Qiutong left in the beauty seat in the lonely moon night. It was left to serve the Lord. However, Jiang Yan is not close to a woman. He is particularly annoyed by women. He even regards the beauty as a disaster. Although there are many elders in the martial art, he still decided to sell the woman.

Seeing that Chu can rather remember these past events, the teacher finally smiled and said: "Insert."

"……You said."

"It was at Xuanyuan Pavilion that day, yes, that was when Song Girl was sold. I also went."

Chu night Ning slightly.

Shi said: "I went, I was in the first place of Xuanzi. There was a price of 35 million."

Listening to the teacher said that Chu Jingning did blur some impressions. At that time, the ink burned with him. He saw Song Qiutong pitiful. He wanted to save her life, but there was a box with a gauze upstairs. The guest inside was 35 million. He thought about ink at that time. Burning money over the bid of this person...

"It's you?"

"Well, it is me." The teacher's expression gradually calmed down again. He smiled. "I have vowed a long time ago to guard every sphenoidal beauty seat I can help. Song Qiutong is my ethnic group." I got the news, I want to redeem her.... Of course, I want to take it back in my life and try to hook up the suffocation of the body. The result is that you know that half of the soul you left in his body protects him. It’s so powerful that it has even caused your own resonance... forget it. These are all gone, what can be said.”

"Anyway, Master knows, and finally she is the one who bought her leaves."

"Since she is your ethnic group, the Confucianism Gate has been shocked that time, why are you..."

"Why do I stand by and watch her die?" The teacher smiled. "No way, I need to hide my blood. In fact, the order to Huangshan was under me. She was just a blind man. For another situation. I may still save her life. But in front of Xu Shuanglin... Shizun also knows that my spiritual strength is weak. Xu Shuanglin is the source of my strength at that time. He treats me as a good friend, but I am a teacher of death and death. The net identity is with him."

"..."

"If he knows that I am a skeletal beauty seat, will I still be willing to collude with me?" The teacher calmly said, "I said that in the eyes of most monks, we are pigs, dogs, cattle and sheep, and Xu Sulin will not. Exception. Seeing his attitude towards the Song girl will be known."

Chu night is very heavy, and I don’t know what to say for a long time.

The teacher fell in love with him and continued to say: "Let's come back and talk about it, and then talk about the skeletal beauty seat that escaped the lonely moon."

"..." Chu Xiaoning hangs his eyes and is silent. After a while, he looks at the face of the teacher. In fact, he has made some clues from the narrative of the front and the demeanor of the teacher. He almost sighed. "That is your mother. That girl."

The teacher first glimpsed, then slowly relaxed on the back, and the five senses were softened.

He finally smiled a bit: "You can always guess. Yes, she is my mother."