When the ink burned and he didn't talk, he suddenly heard a sharp and screaming voice behind him: "Let's let one let, let one let me! Let me pass!"

What is that? !

The camel came with heavy stones and struggled to climb forward. It was before the pharmacy at the time, and shouted: "I can't stand it! Come and save a life!"

A white-haired monk swam out - but his other scorpions in the tail were very different. The whole body was filled with gold, sparkling with a lustrous luster. The head of Huafa was tied with a simple hairpin and hung over his shoulder. Although the face is covered with wrinkles, but the face is well-proportioned, the nose is straight and the curvature of the lips is also very suitable. A pair of golden eyes are soaking and raining. It can be imagined that this young man should be born very handsome.

The ink burns.

This was not the case before, what about the green?

The old monk looked at them with a glance, but did not speak, but came to the threshold, leaned over and bent down, and took the stones that came from the camel and took them one by one.

The last stone was removed, and the illusion was broken. The cockroach suddenly blew itself up, and the pus was splashed, like a fog. Almost at the same time, all the enchanting cockroaches in the market were in a stiff shape, and then the whole body was soft and pussy, and all became the stench blood in the lake.

The lake was immediately dyed red, and as the color of the blood became deeper and deeper, the ink burned and the Chu Ningning soon became difficult to see the distant things. After that, it was not clear in the vicinity, and finally the scarlet was in front of him. It is difficult to reach five fingers.

Chu night Ningdao: "Ink burning."

The ink burned too much to understand him, and even if he didn’t want to say anything later, he said, "Master, don't worry, I am."

Chu night is not too much, but also the mouth is too stupid, silent for a while, only said: "everything carefully."

The blood is blurred, and the burning does not see the face that the sky is falling and not changing, but it is easier to perceive the concerns in the voice of the teacher. He rarely felt the warmth of Chu Ning on weekdays. At this moment, he suddenly felt a hot chest and tightened his opponent's hand. He said: "Okay."

The two men got close to each other back and forth, although they couldn't see each other, they could feel the other's heartbeat breathing. The situation is embarrassing, Chu night Ning summoned out the day to ask, the ink burned at this time the spiritual power also replied, followed by summoning a devil.

Soon after the two men called out their respective gods, the ink burned suddenly: "Master, you look over there!"

Chu Xiaoning turned over, just at the door of the pharmacy where the old man picked up the stone, and suddenly there were dozens of white spots of different sizes on the ground. The two went hand in hand, and when they came close, they discovered that the spots were the stones left by them.

These dozens of stones were neatly arranged in three rows by the old monks, each of which exudes a soft glow.

Slowly, in front of the stone, a figure gradually appeared, and it seems that the white hair is still awkward.

The ink burned and tried to ask: "Who are you?"

This person did not answer, he looked at the night, and looked at the ink, then raised his hand silently and pointed to the stones on the ground.

Ink burning asked: "Do you want us to marry this stone?"

The white-haired monk nodded and then extended a finger.

"Yes... what does it mean?"

The white-haired monk nodded and shook his head, pointing to the ink burning, and pointing to the late night.

The ink burned and understood: "Is it one person?"

This time, the white-haired monk was beheaded hard, and then he did not move, staring at the two men with big eyes.

Ink burning asked: "Master, do you want to listen to him?"

"Just do what he said, anyway, there is no other way."

So the two chose a stone to pick up, whoever touched the stone at the fingertips, and flashed through the fascinating fascination, the heavens and the earth rotated, and the colorful colors rushed past. When everything is at rest, the blood red that is not at the end will suddenly disappear.

With a fixed eye, they were sent to the arsenal of God!

"Master!!"

"Master, Ah Burn!!"

Xue Meng and Shi Yan are actually here, seeing Chu Yuning, both of them are shocked and happy, welcome to come over. I didn't think that the glowing stone actually attached and sent a curse. Chu Xi Ning was still slightly disgusted by the rapid rotation of Fang Cai. He held his forehead in one hand, but still held the ink in one hand.

In the blood lake, the ink burns with his hands and does not separate.

Chu Xiaoning’s identity is such that there is very little organic edge that can be associated with ink burning. Most of the time, he can only stand not far away, watching the apprentices intimate.

Therefore, the warmth of the palm of your hand will make him give some cautious cherish...

"Teacher!"

However, for him, it is a precious warmth. In the eyes of another person, it may be as light as a slap in the face, perhaps not worth mentioning, and perhaps even not paying attention to it.

At the moment of seeing the teacher, the ink burned naturally and released his hand.

Chu’s fingertips moved slightly, and for a moment, seemed to want to hold him.

But what is the reason?

He has no courage to like others.

I don't want to lose even a little bit of pity.

Looking at the smoldering, I saw that the teacher smiled so happily, and naturally embraced the teacher and licked each other's hair.

Chu’s fingertips hang down.

With some sorrow, with some embarrassment.

Fortunately.

The face is always used to it, and the growth of emotions and sorrows is not so obvious.

Probably older, people are stiff, and the transmission has been turned for a long time, and my heart is a bit cold.

Fortunately, there is still a little bit of heat at the fingertips.

He relied on the remnant warmth that would soon dissipate, and slowly stood up straight, sorted out his look and eyes, and cleaned up.

"Master, are you okay? How is your face so white..."

At the end of the night, Xue Meng nodded and said: "No matter."

After a while, I asked: "Are you also sent by the monk?"

Xue Meng had not spoken yet, and he heard a burst of bubbling sound. Chu night Ning turned back, suddenly saw half of the fleshy face, followed by a sizzling in the boiling sword pool, even pulled out a staggered person!

This is by no means a mortal, or a living person. No mortal can soak in the burning iron water and still live. On the other hand, this person, although the skin is burnt and the flesh is fuzzy, it is obviously a gasp. The four chains locked his limbs and set him in the furnace, suffering.

He slowly opened his eyes and screamed at the crowds, revealing the color of pleading, and they gathered at the edge of the sword pool.

He can't talk, but there is no way to express it. I saw him waving the bones and the fleshy arms. The molten iron in the pool suddenly picked up a small wave, and the waves slowly twisted into several lines in the air. Ancient text.

Xue Meng was shocked: "What is this word? How can I not understand one?"

Chu nightning: "It is an ancient book of Cangjie, and has not taught you."

Ink burning: "That - what is this written?"

Chu night Ning went to the front to elaborate and said: "...he wants...for help."

According to the ancient book of Cangjie, it is a text of the heavens. It is scattered in the human world. There are very few people in the meeting. Even a generation of masters like Chu Wanning cannot identify all the words. But the general content is still unobtrusive.

Chu night Ning looked at it for a while and slowly translated: "He said that he is the reincarnation of this willow tree. The name is the heart-splitting willow. When he was still a seedling, he was hooked up to the palace and the seven heavens from the gods. Bringing the world. After that, I don’t know why, because of what reason, I’m gone, and I’ve never seen him in the heart, and I don’t know if he is dead or alive.”

"But regardless of the absence of Gou Shanggong, the heart-splitting Liu has been following the instructions he had commanded, hundreds of thousands of years, guarding Jin Chengchi, and guarding the arsenal of God. Gradually, it was nourished by the aura, and the human form was transformed. Then, Everything is as usual, until one day, there is one - "Chu Ning suddenly suddenly lived, did not go down.

Ink burned the road: "What's wrong?"

"...I don't know these three words. It seems to be a personal name." Chu said, he raised his hand and clicked on the complicated words. "In short, this person came to Jin Chengchi. His mana is strong and his heart is hot. Kill all the spirits in the pool and control them with the chess game. The heart will not be spared."

The ink burned immediately: "This person, eight achievements is the fake hook Chen!"

Picking the heart willows heard him say this, slamming the light, and immediately followed his head twice.

"...I really guessed it." The ink burned a little embarrassedly, and scratched his head. "Haha, I can't think I am quite smart."

Chu night Ning looked at him faintly and continued:

"In the past few years, the heart-splitting willows are in a state of dementia. They have never been awake for half a day. Fortunately, the other two pieces of wicker that once had the same temperament with them - Tian Qiao and He Gui, have both awakened. Through their Power, let the heart-splitting will temporarily restore the knowledge of God. Otherwise, I am afraid that it has been out of control at this time, and it is harmful to those present."

"The present" listened, or did not dare to believe, or have a heart, the three youngsters looked up at the spirit in the sword pool, I do not know how to chew it.

Ink burning: "Liu seniors -"

Xue Meng: "Liu senior?"

"Or what is it called, picking up the predecessors?" The ink burned out Xue Meng and continued, "I said that you may not like to listen. Your words are really difficult to justify."

Although he couldn’t speak, but he could understand the words of ink burning, he turned his face.

Ink ignited: "You first said that you were tempted by false hooks, and that you recovered your mind. It was influenced by the aura of heaven and after the awakening. But the **** is a fake hook for me, don't he know What will happen to this?"

The topping of the willow shook his head, and the text in front of Chu’s eyes changed.

"I am a **** tree species. He doesn't know much about me. I don't know that Shenwu can affect my mind. He studies the three major bans and needs my strength. In recent years, because my life is going to be exhausted, he is in a hurry. I have been seeking to renew my life. But I really don’t want to live again. I’m rather dead, and I don’t want to be a tiger again. Unfortunately, I am subject to people and I can’t help myself...”

Chu Yuening read here, slightly contemplative: "So he let the ink burn to the bottom of the water, the ink is the essence of Muling, the abacus of the fake hook Chen, must be the combination of ink burning and ghostly spirit , sacrifice to you."

Picking the heart willow nodded.

The ink burn still remains puzzled: "But the fake hook said, there are two Muling essences, and the master is one of them. Why did he shut me up alone?"

Topping Liu wrote: "Since the ancient sacrifices are better for the young, and for the use of the tree, it is even more unambiguous. In addition, the sacrifices need to be full and full of food, and the seven emotions and six desires are satisfied, and then the uninformed bliss In the illusion, the life is taken away. If not, the sacrifice of the heart is regrettable, and the grievance is too big, but it will speed up my withering."

He said this. When the ink burned, I thought of the fox demon that turned into a late night in the secret room.

It turned out that it was to satisfy his feelings/desires, just like the fat that pigs raised before the pigs were killed, so that they tasted delicious.

In this way, it makes sense why he saw Chu Yuning, not a teacher. He cherished and pity the teacher, he did not dare to play. In love/destination, his desire for Chu Xiaoning is indeed much stronger than that of Shishi...

Chu night, seeing the ink burns differently, but also tells him that he has a heart and wants to dispel his two sentences, so he asks: "What are you thinking?"

"No, nothing."

Seeing the blushing of the ink, Chu night lingered for a moment, suddenly understood, and suddenly stopped his mouth, after a long while, some turned angry and turned his head.

Where is this kid's heart? It turned out that I recalled the so-called ‘seven emotions and six desires, and I began to think about it.

Chu night Ning squats, cold face, whispered a sentence: "I don't know shame."

Ink burning: "........."

Fortunately, Chu night never knows who is the person who satisfies his feelings/desires in the illusion. If he knows, will he be so angry that he will be stripped of him?

Just thinking, suddenly, the ground of the arsenal trembled for a while, Xue Meng said: "What is going on?"

The author has something to say: the second is more complete, thank you again~ la la la~

Today, the bib has forwarded the fake car map of Shizun yesterday! Thanks for the illustration of the painting of Qingqiu’s big baby~ she really drives without a word...

I transferred the most serious one to the portal, and I went to the microblog of "Call for Qingqiu" to find all the original pictures~