The ink burned was asked like this, and the look was a bit embarrassing.

I miss him?

Despite the profound grievances of the past, there is no way to reconcile, but in this life, Chu Ning has never done anything that can't help him. Instead, he has been in the adversity for the second time, and he has fallen into a sickness.

He slowly said slowly: "Well... he was injured several times, all for me..."

Chu Xiaoning listened to him in this way, but he felt warm in his heart, just wanted to say something to the ink, but he heard him say the second half.

"This kind of kindness is too heavy. I just hope that I can help him get better soon. I don't want to owe him too much."

The warmth of the heart seems to be dead, motionless, and condensed into ice.

When Chu was quiet for a while, I felt that I was ridiculous.

The smoldering has long been said, but the apprenticeship is only his own. There is a little hope that he will faintly rush into the flames, and finally burn it to ash and no wonder others.

Chu night Ning smiled, the smile must be very ugly, touched a nose gray.

"You don't think too much. Since you are his apprentice, what are you owing? Everything is his own willingness."

The ink burned his eyes and stared at him: "You, little age, always talk to the adults." Then he smiled and licked his head.

Chu Xiaoning was squatted by him, and laughed at the beginning. Later, he slowly began to layer the water. He looked at the bright and young face in front of him and said softly: "I don't want to play with you." Now, let go."

The ribs in the ink-burning head were too thick, and he did not notice the strangeness of his expression. What's more, he used to laugh at the "Xiaishi reverse" on weekdays, so he still squeezed the cheeky cheeks on his cheeks and gently licked his mouth and made funny faces.

"Hey, how can the younger brother get angry again?"

Chu night Ning looked at the childish young child in the other eye, the smile that was made up was so ugly, like a sad and ridiculous monster.

"let go."

He didn't notice, as usual, teasing him: "Well, okay, not angry, don't you say that you are like an adult? Come, reconcile, call the voice brother~"

"You let go..."

"Oh, let's call a brother, and I will buy you a sweet-scented osmanthus cake for a while."

Chu night Ning closed his eyes, his eyelashes shivered slightly, and the voice was finally a little dumb.

"Ink burning, I am not kidding, I really don't want to play with you, you let me loose, you let go, okay?" His slender brows picked up, because he didn't shed tears, but the throat But it is already choked, "Ink burning, I hurt..."

It’s so painful, and my heart is full of people. He hides him carefully in the deepest part of his heart. He doesn’t like himself. As long as he can silently mourn and protect that person, he can’t get it.

But all the softness of that person is for others, leaving him with only one thorn. He held him in his heart, and when the person moved, his heart would be bloody, and day after day, the old ones did not heal, and the new wounds started again.

So he knows that even if he doesn't ask for it, as long as he still has this person in his heart, it will hurt for one day.

He doesn't know how long he can sustain in such pains, and he doesn't know when he will collapse.

The ink burned finally noticed that something was wrong. Some loosely loosened his hand and touched his slightly red face. He was so busy that he didn’t know what to do. Chu night Ning suddenly felt that it was actually smaller and better.

I can shout a pain without any scruples, showing a soft inch.

He can make him look at himself with concern.

That is something he never thought about.

In a blink of an eye, New Year's Eve is coming. This is the most lively and leisurely moment of the year of death. The disciples are sticking to the peaches and sweeping the snow. The master of Meng Potang’s master is busy from the morning to the evening, preparing for the end of the year’s feast, and the elders themselves The spells that are good at it add to the taste of the year. For example, the elders of the wolf will turn a pool of spring water into a fine wine. The elders of the elders released more than 3,000 fire-breeding rats that they had domesticated, and kept them in the various sects to warm the cold. Elder Lu Cun, he cast a spell on the snowman that everyone piled up, let them run around the mountains, and scream "Happy New Year."

Everyone does not expect what the elders Yuheng can do. In fact, Yu Heng is still in retreat. For a long time, he has never appeared in front of everyone.

Only Xue Meng stood by the window and looked up at the sky. I don’t know when to raise the falling petals of the sea otter. If I thought about it: "After today, we have to leave. It seems that we still have no time to see him when we leave. ... don't know what the Master is doing at the moment?"

"It must be practicing." The ink burned an apple and was confused. "It’s a pity that all the elders will play at night. If the master is there, he has to go. I don’t know if he can play. what."

After all, I laughed first: "Probably how to be 'angry'?"

Xue Meng yelled at him: "Why don't you play ‘Sucking in the rain?'”

When the New Year was over, Xue Meng opened a grin, and the ink was not angry. He suddenly remembered something and asked: "Right, have you seen the younger brother today?"

"You said Xia Shi reverse?" Xue Mengdao, "I didn't see you. People are good disciples. They are mixed with us every day. You haven't care about it. If you are mixed with us for the New Year, his master should be mad."

The ink burned and laughed: "That is also true."

The red lotus water ripples, the sun is late.

Chu nightning pinched a pill to look carefully. Xue Zhengyi sat opposite him. Chu had never asked him to drink tea. He himself filled himself with a pot and unknowingly ate a cake from a plate.

Chu night Ning gave him a look, he did not feel it, but chewed the pastry, said: "Yu Heng, you don't look at it, although the greedy wolf mouth is poisonous, but the heart is not bad. How can he harm you. ”

"...Where the Lord wants to go." Chu night Ning faintly said, "I just thought that since the elders of the wolf had worked hard to develop a drug that would allow me to restore the adult form of the day, why didn't he simply refine it? How many? If you need it, take it."

"Oh, how can it be so easy." Xue Zhengxuan said, "The medicine needed for this medicine is very rare. He has refining three pieces and it has already been consumed. It is not a long-term solution."

"This way." Chu nightning Shen Shen said, "It turns out, thank him."

"Haha." Xue Zhengyi waved his hand. "You two are actually quite like, they are all ugly, but their hearts are not bad."

Chu night Ning gave him a look and didn't talk. He gave himself a cup of tea and took the remedy that would make him return to the past.

Xue Zhengyi was about to eat another piece of flower cake, but he was held down by Chu.

"What?" The Lord is dissatisfied.

Chu night Ningdao: "My."

Xue Zhengyi: "..."

As night falls, the disciples of the dead and the dead are coming to Meng Potang. Each elder sat with their apprentices, and bread dumplings, snowmen and fire rats shuttled through the crowd to help them pass salt jars, paprika, chopped green onions, or other sundries.

Every table is lively and extraordinary, and laughs and laughs. Only the table of the elders of Yu Heng, the disciples are all gone, but the master is absent.

Xue Meng looked at the side and sighed: "I want the teacher to respect."

Shi Yanwen said: "Shi Zun did not write a letter in the past few days, let us have a good life, and practice hard in Taohuayuan. When he leaves the customs, will he come to marry us?"

"It is true that this is the case, but when will he leave the customs..."

He was sighing and sighing, his eyes stunned and passed through the hall. Suddenly, he sat up straight and looked like a cat, looking at the door of Meng Po Tang.

The blood color quickly faded and rushed up again. Xue Meng face was red and faint, and the light was shining. It was so excited that he could not speak: "Yes...Yes...Yes..."

When the ink burns, the rare and strange animals raised by the elders ran out of a helping, and felt that Xue Meng was shallow and fussed. I couldn’t help but laugh: "What's the matter? Look at you like that, see what the gods are like, what's so big and shocking-"

He turned his head with a smile and looked up casually.

The word "weird" in the back can't be said anyway.

Outside the open lobby door, in the twilight and snow, Chu Yuning was dressed in white, wearing a bright red cloak, and he was arranging the oil-paper umbrella sideways, shaking off the fine snow, and then curling the eyelashes. A pair of sharp and slender phoenixes came and gave them a glimpse.

In this regard, when the ink burned, he found that he was already experiencing rapid heartbeat, and his palms were sweating, and even breathing could not help but gently slow down.

Meng Po Tang gradually calmed down. At the end of the night, Ning Ping’s sunrise is now Meng Po Tang, and the disciples are not afraid to marry. What's more, he has been retiring for a long time. At this time, he appeared in the snowy night of New Year's Eve. The meaning of the frost and snow is so white that his face is more innocent and beautiful, and the eyebrows are dark and deep.

The ink ignited and muttered: "Master respects..."

Xue Meng stood up, like a cat scorpion rushing toward the late night of Chu, while shouting "Shi Zun!" while plunging into the night of Ning Huai.

Chu nighting clothes are extremely cold in the snow, but the expression of Xue Meng is like holding the peach in March, the charcoal fire in October, not warm enough, has been screaming: "Master, you finally came out, I I thought that I couldn’t see you before I left, and you still hurt us, Master respects..."

The teacher also greeted the past, and he was able to worship and smile: "Welcome to the Master."

Chu nightning shot the head of Xue Meng, and nodded to the teacher. "Be late for the teacher, let's go, stay with you."

He sat down at the table and sat next to Xue Meng, who was burning opposite.

After the late arrival of Chu, the original excitement and joy, the people resumed their habits in the past, and they were all in danger with the teacher. The table was quiet and weird.

On the middle table are various ingredients such as flour, meat and eggs, and a brand new copper plate.

Ink burning is the best among them, so everyone finally decided to be directed by him.

"Then, I would be more respectful than my life." The ink burned and laughed. "Would you like you?"

No one snorted.

"...well, I am coming to the face." Mo Yan said, "Yi, you can't make a copy of the hand, and the stuffing of the dumplings is no different. Let's adjust the stuffing."

The teacher hesitated for a while and said: "This... there are still some differences. I am afraid that I can't do well."

Chu night Ning faintly said: "You can eat, you don't have to worry."

The teacher smiled and said: "That's alright."

"Xue Meng, you will help hand a water, roll a sleeve or something. Don't help."

Xue Meng: "........."

"As for the master," said the ink, "Would you like to sit down and drink tea?"

Chu night Ning cold and cold road: "I make dumplings."

“Ah?” I was shocked and thought that my ears were violent. “What are you going to do?”

"I said, I make dumplings."

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

He suddenly preferred that he was violent.

The author has something to say:

There is a little baby to ask questions about the background setting of the article. Although the article is scattered, it will be written later, but there is no systematic introduction, because after all, the world view is rather boring, one time instilled for everyone, I am afraid that everyone will want to sleep 2333 ~ So I have a part of the introduction today, and I can look at it if I am interested.

First of all, about the upper and lower repairs, the "upper" of the upper repair boundary refers to the rise of clean air. In the coastal area of ​​the map, near the Kunlun Tianchi, these are the upper repair circles. The "below" of the lower revision circle refers to the turbidity sinking, the spirit of the cross, and the ghost city as the core, mainly concentrated in the area of ​​Sichuan and Guizhou. The Shang Xiujie is full of aura and is suitable for cultivation. Therefore, it has gathered the nine fairy gates, and the lower repair world has only one family.

Then on the practice: the article will not be divided into the clear stratification of the ancestors of Jindan. The introduction of the monk is called building foundation. After waking up the spiritual core, it is better to constantly strengthen itself. There is no complicated level to remember. The main purpose of the Taoist practice is to have a powerful mana, to be able to make a difference, and of course, like a master, who wants to do more good things with the power of the spell. Those who are strong and strong can live for centuries, face is not old, and they will become mortal after death, but those who fly directly when they are alive can say that there are very few people, and when they are old and sick, the reincarnation is the final outcome of most of the Taoist.