On the day when Chu’s retreat ended, the undead guests came to the death.
"Hey."
Early in the morning, the door of Honglian Shuiyu was anxiously sizzling.
Mo-burning is serving the late night of Ning, and this person’s practice has just ended. Ten days of meditation is empty, the whole person is somewhat confused, and when he hears the sound of the door, he said quite calmly: "Please come in."
Ink burning: "Hey."
"……Why are you laughing?"
"The teacher respected the enchantment at the door. Who can come in except for me and Xue Meng?"
Chu Xiaoning remembered this and raised his hand to untie the enchantment. Outside the fire, there was a disciple who was rumored to be a messenger. He was full of alcohol, like a headless fly: "Yuheng elders, not good, there is a big demon at the door of Danxin Temple!"
The two looked at each other and immediately rushed to the Dan Heart Hall.
In the long distance, the smoldering glimpse of a huge gourd is spinning around the square, and a group of elders and disciples are watching and laughing.
Ink burning: "...big demon?"
Fat gourd: "Hey."
Seeing the late night of Ning and the ink burned, Xue Zhengyi’s eyes lit up and patted the thigh: “Ah! Yu Heng! It’s time to wake up! Saved and saved, come!”
Chu nightning is still a bit embarrassing, but he grows cold in the sky, even if it is awkward, his face is still very inscrutable: "Well?"
"It is another monster that escaped from the Golden Drum Tower." Xue Zhengyu bitterly, is also good-natured, and funny, "Let's not go here - wine gourd!"
Chu night Ning raised his eyes to see the big gourd running all over the mad, two tall, exuding the mother-of-pearl shine, the gourd mouth smashed with pink smoke, and burst out of the simmering wine, it was the rumored wine-colored gourd Demon.
Chu night Ningdao: "This demon does not hurt people."
"But it fills the wine!"
This is true, the wine-colored gourd squats with a group of young disciples running around, as long as they catch up with one, they immediately split a hole and start to spray into the mouth of others, while spraying and sending out an unclear "咕噜咕噜啵!"
Chu nightning: "..."
"I heard that it only serves people who are better than it." Xue Zhengyan was stunned. "Yu Heng, look..."
Chu Xiaoning had some headaches to help the forehead, plundered the field, called out the day to ask, across the wine gourd.
"Don't run," he said. "I will accompany you."
The fat gourd was overjoyed and swayed back and forth. The cracked mouth immediately rose, and a small arrow of wine pulp squirted toward the face of Ning Qingjun of Chu, and he was able to avoid the flash and calmly escaped the wine. Everyone saw only the golden light, and the fat gourd had been tightened by Tian.
"Change the way, do you have a cup?"
"Hey!" A small gourd scoop was spit out in the crack of the fat gourd, and the clear wine was full of wine, "Hey!"
Chu Xiu Ning was under the watchful eyes of everyone, sitting on the ground and taking care of the wine-colored gourd.
"咕噜波波波!"
"Yes, let's take another look."
"Hey!"
"Is there a pear white?"
"Hey!"
Xue Zhengxuan was shocked and said: "Yu Heng, do you seem to understand it?"
"Yeah." Chu said, "I can always understand a little bit of this kind of monster."
&nbs wine color gourd: "Hey!"
The ink burned and laughed: "Master, what did he say this time?"
Chu nightning: "I am chatting with me and saying that it has not been sunburned for a long time."
The wine-colored gourd looked very happy. It didn’t know why. He obviously understood the words of Chu’s late night, and then he kissed him intimately and gave him a big scoop of wine.
"This time is pear white?" "Hey!" "I don't love daughter red."
"Oh..." The wine-colored gourd slammed the wine down and changed it again.
Everyone was shocked, and they couldn’t speak.
Seeing this person, a demon from the morning to noon, people are not drunk, demon happy, everyone is stunned, more and more people gather at the entrance of Danxin Temple.
Xue Meng and Shi Yan also came.
When the ink burned, he saw the teacher, remembered the misunderstanding before, and felt guilty in his heart. He wanted to take the initiative to apologize to him. He told Yu Guang to see him and turned and left.
When Xue Meng came out of the doorway, he took his elbow and smashed his ink: "He seems to be still angry. You misunderstood him last time."
There is some sorrow in the burning of ink: "What should I do?"
"Talk to him, you are like this, I am not in the middle of the folder." Xue Meng said, "Go, anyway, there is nothing wrong with you here."
The ink burned a look at the night of the wine with the wine gourd, and felt that there would be no problem for a while, just to Xue Mengdao: "Then I will go to him first, you don't go here, look at the master. If there is anything, let me know."
It didn't take much effort to catch up with the teacher. The ink burned him in front of Wu Jianping: "Shi Yan!"
"..."
"Teacher!"
The teacher stopped and turned and looked at him quietly: "Is it burning for me?"
"No..." The ink swayed and squinted. "I came to tell you that the last thing was really bad for me."
"What are you talking about?"
The ink burned for a moment, and it was slightly wide-eyed: "What?"
The teacher’s look is still mild and gentle, and he has smashed his broken hair: “I’m in the red lotus water, you misunderstood what I want to do to the master. Or when you eat together in Yuliang Village, you are not Sitting at a table with me. Or earlier, when the Master wakes up, I am going to give you wine. You haven’t told me a few words from beginning to end. Which one?"
I didn’t think that he would mention the things that were so long ago, and it’s been a long time ago. After a long time, “You...had you been so angry?”
Shi Yan shook his head: "I'm not angry, but I will care."
"..."
"A burning, since the teacher respects life, you have been deliberately alienating me."
The ink burns without words. He is indeed deliberately alienating the teacher. The two of them have been so close, and they are close to the night, and they are clearly seen. Just because I always felt that something was missing. When I was young, the layer of window paper between them was not broken. Later, when I burned my mind, I didn’t know how to deal with the relationship between the teacher and the teacher.
He had thought about talking to Shi Yanming, but he felt that it was inappropriate.
He has never expressed his sympathy with the teacher, and he does not know what kind of feelings he has in his heart. If he rushes over and says that he wants to clear the relationship, it is too abrupt and too self-righteous.
So what he finally thought was that he slowly faded.
The teacher stared at him quietly. After a while, he said, "When you first came to life, I told you that I have no father and no mother, and there are not many friends. Since then, we are a family. ”
"……Ok."
"Then why did you change?"
The burning of the ink is very sad. He suddenly has some confusion in his heart. He does not know why he should be so alienated from his teacher.
Since returning from the ghost world, what has he said with the teacher, can it add up to more than one hundred sentences? The two people who used to be inseparable, but now they are gradually drifting away, and they are hesitant to hesitate. They have done too much.
He said: "I'm sorry."
"...nothing is so good, sorry." Shi Yan turned his eyes away. "Forget it, that's it."
"You don't get angry. You are angry, I... is not good, you have always been good to me."
The teacher finally smiled a little: "I am very good to you, is that better than the teacher?"
Ink burning: "This is not the same."
The teacher looked at the distant mountains and said: "I remember you told me before, I am waiting for you, it gives you a lot of warmth. What about the master?"
Ink burning: "He gave me life."
The teacher did not answer for a long time, and finally sighed: "Furu is also."
When he looked at him like this, his heart became more and more uncomfortable. He said: "There is nothing to compare, people and people are different, you-"
The teacher did not wait for him to finish his words, facing his face, against the wind, raising his hand and taking a look at the burned chest: "Okay, you don't have to say it. I know what you mean, in fact, I am not such a person." But you have misunderstood me like this before, I am really sad."
"Ok……"
"Flip it, no one thinks anymore."
The ink burned black and warm, and nodded a little, almost gratefully: "Good."
The sergeant was slender and leaned on the jade bar of Wujianping. He looked at the leaves below, and after a while -
"Let's go back."
"What did you want to say that year?"
Almost at the same time, the ink burned a bit: "Which year?"
The teacher said: "The day of the day."
It was only when the ink burned that it was remembered that the color of the butterfly town was cracked, and that one of his unspoken confession was stagnant.
The teacher said: "You didn't finish talking to me at the beginning. I don't know what you want to say. Can you ask me now?"
The ink burned just wanted to answer, and suddenly heard a loud noise from the Dan Xin Temple.
He and his teacher’s face are all changed, and the ink burns: "It’s the master!"
The teacher also chatted innocently and said: "Go back and see."
Together, the two men rushed back to the main hall and went to the front of the Danxin Temple. They found that there was another second fat gourd on the big square.
The ink burned and said: "What is this again?!"
Xue Zhengyi hides his face: "The wine is a gourd."
"How many?"
"Two, one wine, one color. They are both twins." Xue Zhengyi was about to blow up. "It’s just a younger brother who fights with Yuheng. This is just a brother."
The ink burned my eyebrows and twitched. After a while, I reacted: "The wine gourd likes to fight with people, that color gourd..." His face turned blue and turned, glaring at the dripping pink fat gourd.
Xue Zhengxuan is not swearing: "The color gourd can do the best in the world, it only listens to the orders of the most pure people."
The ink burned and turned: "Xue Meng!!"
The teacher snorted and said: "Why is Xue Meng not there? Where have you been?"
Xue Zhengyi pointed at the color gourd: "...has been tested in the gourd, he said that he wants to worry about Yuheng."
The ink burned a sigh of relief: "That's okay, if there isn't even a pure Xue in this world, then there is no pure person."
When the voice just fell, I heard a burst of "砰".
Xue Meng's whole person was sprayed out of the gourd mouth of the color gourd, and fell heavily in the center of the crowd. The movement was so big that everyone looked at it, and even Chu Ning, who was drinking with the wine gourd, followed his head.
The teacher said: "What happened?"
Others were surprised: "It won't be even less than the Lord..."
"Cough and cough." Xue Meng blushes and swaying from the ground, a pair of scorpions are angry and shy, shouting toward the color gourd, "You - you enchanting, you, you, you stinky face!!"
The ink burned back and forth, and Xue Meng did not know when he had changed into a set of golden red robes. He only thought it was funny and curious: "What is going on?"
Xue Zhengxuan is only helping the amount, and he can't speak.
Shi said: "I have heard that this color gourd is not a lust, but an infatuation. It wants to find the cleanest and most infatuated person in the world. There is no one in the heart who is married. It is said that people who are absorbed into the gourd, Will be in a new room."
"……and then?"
"Then the **** of the color gourd will become the bride or the groom, but regardless of the bride and groom, they cover their faces and wait for the other person to uncover them."
Ink burning: "Uncovering is the color gourd deity?"
"Nature is not. Uncovering what you see will vary from person to person. If you have a sweetheart, you will see what your sweetheart looks like. If you don't have a sweetheart, but you are lascivious, it is said that you will see..." Some sly, "There is no one who is the best man or woman. Only the most pure person can see the body of the color gourd."
Something turned incredulously and looked at Xue Meng, who was angry with the smoke in the same place: "What did Xue Meng see?"
He really can't believe that Xue Meng can be a good person, but he can't believe what Xuegang's beauty or beautiful man can see in Xue Meng's eyes.
However, Xue Meng was really thrown out by the color gourd, and the color gourd jumped and rolled to the unbearable look. Obviously, Xue Meng was a joke.
The teacher couldn't bear it, and played a round for Xue Meng. He said: "It may be that the color gourd misjudged..."
When he hadn't finished speaking, he listened to Xue Meng's out of the dragon city, referring to the coloring gourd roaring: "You **** actually turned into my own illusion to confuse me! You also let me wear women in the illusion!!! You Your dog breaks the gourd!! You dare to humiliate me!!!"
"..." Many disciples of the dead and the dead, including the ink burning, silent, want to endure, but did not hold back, all hahaha laughed out loud.
The most narcissistic Xue Ziming, the peacock opened the screen of the narcissus, the new marry of the color gourd, Xue Meng a hijab, seeing the face is actually his own makeup -
"It's reasonable." The ink burned as much as he could, not letting himself laugh too exaggerated, and nodded in a hurry. "Xue Meng is a girl, it should be very beautiful."
He was still not happy, he heard Xue Zhengyi shouted a headache: "Yu Heng, do not wait for the wine gourd, this color gourd, you also help to cure?"