The ink burns.
In this life, he only saw the nine songs of Chu Xiening once, that is, the life and death confrontation that one time, Chu night Ning summoned the Guqin nine songs, the sound of the piano cracked empty, the sound into the cloud.
The living creatures controlled by the Zhenqi chess game, the strange beasts, were recalled to the gods in the sound of the nine singers, a long song, and a mess of millions of chess pieces.
It can summon Shenwu to mobilize the nucleus, which requires a lot of spiritual power.
Chu night Ning even his usual days of questioning can no longer be recalled, how can he suddenly summon a "nine songs" that are even stronger than Tianwen?
The fierce battle above the Tianchi was no less than the match between the mentor and the disciples of the year.
But the ink burned but he didn't remember so much detail. After the **** battle, his side finally had no more people to talk to.
In fact, before the death of the previous world, he did not understand why Chu nightning can use his own soul to summon nine songs.
This is any tie that neither the gods nor the masters will have, but Chu Ning did it.
On that day, the cherished pieces made by the ink-burning smashed into ash in the sound of the piano. The power of the nine songs was more pure and powerful than that he had seen for the first time many years ago, and he was so strong that he even suspected the nucleus of the late night. It’s not broken at all. So for many years, it’s all Chu’s dressing, and it’s a shame to bear the burden of shame.
He couldn't even think about it later, if that's the case. If Chu Xiaoning is really loaded, then maybe things will not go to the last step.
that would be nice.
The nine songs destroyed the ban on ink burning, and the monks who were killed in mutual killing suddenly woke up and even shattered the icicles of Xueman and Mei Hanxue.
The ink burned to the clouds, the robes hunted, and the eyes were filled with anger and joy. He wanted to see how many astounding moves were made in the late night.
He stepped on the upper end of the enchantment, approached, and stood in front of Chu.
He saw the pale, slender hands slow down, stroked the strings of the nine songs, and the piano stopped.
Chu night Ning raised his head, his face white like the snow and ice under the sunlight.
He said: "Ink burns. Come over."
When the ghost made a difference, he walked over to him.
Chu nightning fingertips lightly moving, a few 缕 缕 华 华 华 朝着 朝着 朝着 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华 华
But that Guanghua is not painful, it lingers on his chest, slowly infiltrating into the skin texture, it is unspeakable warmth.
"Xue Meng hurts your sword, I am treating you for it." Chu night Ning sighed softly. "Let him go, burn, if he is not there, you will find someone to talk about the past. Who else can I find..."
What is the meaning of this sentence when the ink burns have not yet reacted, the enchantment of the strong sole of the foot suddenly disappears, and the one that is not seen together is the nine-song guqin that Chu Ning called.
He immediately raised his hand and called for a strange knife to return, this is standing in the clouds, but Chu nightning is falling like a leaf, like a piece of music, has exhausted the last strength of his life.
"Late Ning!"
He was discolored, and the sword plunged down, and he was robbed in his arms before the man would fall into the cold Tianchi.
"Chu Ning! You - you..."
Chu nightning closed his eyes, nose and mouth, eyes, and blood in his ears could not be seen.
Dignity is extremely important to him. Even if he is imprisoned in Wushan Temple, he still has a backbone that is not bent. He will rarely show himself embarrassing appearance, but at the moment he is bleeding, and the appearance of the Qing Dynasty is so embarrassing. Loss.
Chu night Ning swallowed a **** foam, hoarsely said: "You said ... dead life can not help me ... but you see, ink burning ... you are still a small smack of your master, if I am determined to go, you are blocking... ...can't stop it..."
"... Master... Master..." The ink burned at him, only to feel a chill in his heart, and the scalp was numb, and he was so shouted.
Chu Xiaoning smiled and looked a little bit happy: "The original has been alive, there is a hint of unwillingness, always thinking, thinking about to accompany you for a few years, to teach you... don't commit more sins... ...but now...now..."
The ink trembled and held the man in his arms. He suddenly felt very scared.
Scared.
This kind of sentiment has not belonged to him for more than ten years. Now it has suddenly come, ruined and ruined, and almost dug his heart.
"Now I know that only if I die, can I change you... no longer evil..."
He said that it seems to be painful. Forced to call out the nine songs, so that his body can not be loaded at all, the body is broken, and the blood of the big mouth is coming out, the ink is burning and he is falling on the edge of the Tianchi, his face is crazy and painful, and he keeps sending it to his chest. Spiritual power.
However, the strength of the majestic force came to the body of Chu, but it was like a mud cow, and it would not go back.
The smoldering is really panic, and the people who are in the arms of Xianjun are screaming and dying, failing again and again, but trying again and again to give him the spiritual flow.
"Useless... ink burning, I finally summoned nine songs with my life, life and death have been fixed, if you... there is still a clear line in your heart... I will ask you... let go..."
Who passed it?
Xue Meng, Mei Han Xue?
Kunlun Snow Palace, or the entire real world?
Yes, yes... he can let them go! As long as Chu is rather alive, as long as this person hates people, don't die like this.
Chu night Ning trembled and raised his hand, the cold fingertips seemed to be merciful, and it seemed to be relatives. In front of the burning of the ink, he gently positioned a little.
He said: "Just ask you... let go... let go of yourself..."
The cockroaches on the face of the ink burned in this moment.
Who let it go...
Who was hanging before he died?
Let go of... yourself...
Did he say this?
Teng Xianjun holding him, seems to be a bit stunned, and some comfort, seems to be a pain, but also seems satisfied.
"Let me let go of yourself? Your last wish is to let me let go of myself?"
The smoldering murmur, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, he suddenly laughed, the laughter was like a fierce fire, piercing the clouds, burning all the reason and the gods.
"Ha ha ha - ha ha ha ha ha - let go of myself? Chu night, you are crazy than me! Hello naive - hahahahaha -"
The entire Kunlun Mountains echoed his sneer and sneer, distorted, unrecognizable, and chilling.
Chu nightning in the crazy laughter, swallowing blood, if he still has strength, look is extremely painful, but he does not even have the strength of frowning, only a pair of Fengmu... that pair It used to be sharp, or decisive, or severe, or gentle, and full of sadness.
Pure as snow in the sky, like a frost on the tile.
Chu Yuning's nephew gradually lost focus, and gradually dissipated. The eyes that once had the essence and the sharpness of electricity, gradually nothing is really true.
He finally whispered to the ink and said: "You don't laugh, you are like this, my heart is very uncomfortable..."
"..."
"Ink burning, this life, no matter what happened later... I didn't teach you at first. I said that you are inferior... I am thin, you don't blame..." Chu nightning's pale face On the top, there is no more blood color. His lips are all white. He tries to look up and look at the burning face. He is licking his throat. He wants to shed tears, but the eyes are slowly overflowing. It’s blood, running down the cheeks.
Chu nightning cried, he said: "But you... really hate me... to the end... for a moment of peace, don't want to give it to me..."
"Ink burning... Ink burning... Don't do this anymore, wake up, go back... you look back..."
You wake up...
He let him wake up, but he himself, but stared blankly, so he slept.
The ink burned and did not believe, he did not want to believe that Chu Xiening would die like this.
A generation of masters, the mountains are up, their own masters, and those who hate them very much, so they die.
Lying in his arms, in the blood of the Tianshan Tianchi.
Little by little, the cold became frost and snow, and it became ice.
Chu night Ning's face is blood, and the ink burns down for a while, lifts up the sleeves, and wipes it cleanly.
But the blood flow is too much, the more he rubs, the dirtier and cleaner the face is. The ink burned his lips and rubbed it hard.
But got a **** face.
The five senses can no longer be seen too seriously.
He finally didn't smile.
He closed his eyes and said softly: "This time you won, Chu nightning. I can't stop you from dying."
After a pause, he had to open his throat, where the head looked dark and cold, but burned the fire of the Great Abyss.
He said: "But you are too small to look at me. You don't want to live, I can't stop, but if I want you not to die, you can't stop me."
Moeburn did not announce the life and death of Chu Yuning, he brought people back to the death and death.
At that time, he had a magical spell that could protect the body from immortality. He saved Chu Lingning’s body in the red lotus water, and he forced him to be "live".
It is too difficult for him to admit that he killed the last person in the world who missed him.
As long as Chu’s body is not ashamed, he can see him every day.
He can think that Chu is rather not dead.
Whether he is crazy or hateful, there is still a place where he can vent, and where he can be pinned.
Stepping on the fairy, finally getting mad at the end.
After the late night of Chu, he went to Honglian Water to see his corpse every day. In the first day, his eyes flashed with a vicious scent. Before the corpse, he kept screaming. He said, "Chu Ning, you deserve it." ”
"You do not cross the world, but you are not hypocritical."
"What kind of master are you? I just blinked and worshipped you as a teacher!
Later, he would bother to ask every day: "How do you sleep for so long? When do you wake up?"
"Xue Meng, I have already let go, you can almost, give me up."
Every time he said this, the servant around him would think that he was irrational and crazy.
His wife Song Qiutong also felt that he was crazy. She was very scared, so after a rare joy, she said to him at his pillow: "A burning, people can't resurrect, I know you are sad, but you..."
"Who is sad?"
"..."
Song Qiutong is a person who will thoroughly observe and observe the color. In these years, he is carefully watched as thin ice. When he sees his face is not good, he immediately shuts his mouth and swears: "It is a mistake."
"Don't." The ink burned this time but did not let her go easily. He narrowed his eyes. "You spit it out, swallow it and do it? You tell me, who is sad?"
"His Majesty……"
In the dark black scorpion, there was a backlog of thunder. He suddenly sat up and grabbed the slender neck of Song Qiutong, and picked up the woman who was still lingering with himself, and squatted down the bed.
His face turned leopard, a face of a hot, wolf and tiger leopard.
"Who can't be resurrected, who is dead? Who wants to resurrect?" The ink burns a word and bites, so hey, then force, "No one is dead, no one wants to live, no one is sad!"
Song Qiutong’s lips trembled and wanted to struggle, but she just said “Red Lotus Water...” This half of the words, the ink burned and the eyes were red and violent.
"The red lotus otter has only one sleepy Chu Xinning, what do you want to say! What do you want to mention in this seat! 孽 动物!"
Song Qiutong saw that his anger was out of bondage, and he was so sorrowful that he would do something crazy, so he would go out and make a high-pitched voice. People, you are indulging in this, all over the world... How can you not worry?"
She said ingeniously, in order not to blame the blame, and finally to say that her own **** is a concern for ink burning.
The ink burned on her, and the breathing gradually stabilized. It seemed that she had listened to it and no longer yelled at her.
He slowed for a while and said, "It will make you feel worried."
Song Qiutong sighed with relief and said: "Being in a hurry to be healthy, you can ignore life and death. Your love is deep, but you should not be so depressed."
"So what do you say about this seat?"
"There is a lot of words, all of which are meant to be good. According to the whole body, the Japanese will be Chu... Chu Zongshi is buried.... Others are gone, the body is kept empty, and it will only teach you to look down. pain."
"What else? You can't say it, don't say it today."
Song Qiutong saw him look slower and his heart was slightly wider.
She put down her half-fold eyelids and turned her head slightly. She knew that she was the most like the teacher.
She believes that the teacher is the soft underbelly of the ink, although she does not understand why she finely embellishes the details of the teacher's appearance, but she can't afford the interest of ink.
Although this sultry man loves to accompany himself, he will be able to touch himself unless he is extremely depressed or drunk. Song Qiutong thinks that it may be because the ink burning is not so much a favorite of women, in short, it is obviously not related to Shi Mingjing.
Not to mention her, the whole life and death knows that the man who died many years ago is the love of the emperor.
What is the night of Chu?
Song Qiutong thinks that it is just a man who is used to vent his **** desires and is fucked. Although Chu Xiuning exchanged his life for the death of the ink after the death, day and night, but she understood that this is just a temporary embarrassment, a moment of not used to.
She is confident that with a face like a teacher, the living dead in the red lotus water will not be his opponent.
But the ink can no longer be so crazy, such as today's chaos, the soldiers are all four, she is afraid to follow the wrong master, if the ink is burning, she is no longer young and young, and she can no longer find the trees that can be attached. Therefore, she sincerely hopes that the smoldering will rekindle the spirit and stop being so crazy.
Therefore, she thought about it, weighed the pros and cons, and still braved the courage, saying: "After the departure of Chu Zongshi, there is no more matching red lotus water."
Ink burning: "Yes. You go on."
"I think, in this case, if you go down to the water, you will only touch the scene, it is worse than..."
“Not as good as?” The ink burned and narrowed his eyes.
"It’s better to seal the red lotus otter. It’s a good story to live alone."
The author has something to say: Song girl is a big death.
Song girl's graduation thesis "On the miserable nature of death through the phenomenon"