The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

People are subject to change. Even if it is the same person, the appearance is the same at first, but due to various chances, the variables are reversed. After ten or twenty years, the temperament and situation will no longer be exactly the same.

In fact, when he planted a curse on Mo Ran, Shi Mei was also a person with a cold heart and a firm will.

In his eyes, apart from his own revenge and his own pursuit, he couldn't accommodate anything.

But at that time, he looked at what the other Hongchen himself was doing, and asked his heart, he suddenly wanted to know if there was ever such a slight discomfort in Hua Binan's heart, a moment of cold teeth.

He finally did as Hua Binan ordered.Sacrifice so far, he can't get off the tiger.

He clearly knows that personal affairs will make great things fall short, and there is nothing more important than keeping the ink burning and keeping himself.

Anyway, he has been acting for so long, wearing a mask for so many years, he is disgusted to the bone, and he is numb.What is playing on the spot, what is not the same, even if Chu Wanning's death, it can't change anything.

Just holding the soul-guiding lamp given by the master of guilt, standing by the bridge of Naihe, never going anywhere, even when he can't resolutely go through fire and water for the person he loves, he can't help feeling envious.

It would be great if he could also be like Xue Meng, like Mo Ran, be the master of his own life, or if he thought he could be the master of his own life.

But fate never let him.He is like a small student in a pear garden, unwilling but silently handling this excerpt in his hand that only he can complete.

In the beginning, seduce the ink to burn.

Mo Ran smiled at himself and said, "Master, I really like you."

Later, Xu Shuanglin was used.

Xu Shuanglin tossed the orange lazily, squinting his eyes: "I have been wandering all my life, and I never thought I would meet a friend like you. Thank you for your willingness to teach me the forbidden technique of rebirth. When that trash Luo Fenghua comes back to life, I will definitely let him cook for you Eat glutinous rice balls—you don’t know, the glutinous rice balls he cooks are the best. I’m willing to give you a taste because I think highly of you.”

In the end, I will see you in the end.

Just like the worst plan he had discussed with Hua Binan, he had to make some sacrifices of his own to win the hearts of his teachers and friends, so that the gate of time and space could be opened smoothly at that critical moment.

He was originally a person holding chess pieces.

But when the self ten years later came, he also became his pawn.

The feeling of being controlled is actually not pleasant, and he doesn't have no hatred at all, but his obsession is too strong and his desire is too deep, he doesn't want to give up lightly.

but.

He really, really doesn't know that the so-called "minor sacrifice" of the mortal self refers to the death of tens of thousands of people, the downfall of a world.

He only saw such a cruel truth after he opened the gate of life and death in time and space.

This teacher is clear and pure, after all, that teacher is not clear and pure.He has not experienced that ten years, and he has not experienced that day after day of falling.

Up to now, he really can no longer understand himself ten years later.

But there was no way out.

At this moment, he is just an abandoned piece, like all the black and white soldiers on the chessboard, they have lost their sharpness and are useless.

"Master." The shadow of the lamp is dim, reflecting his beautiful face, he is still calm and gentle, "Actually, I have thought about this for a long time... I am thinking that Mo Ran can start all over again, can become It’s no longer the same. I was thinking, if everything could go back, would I have made a different choice because of a single thought.”

The room is very quiet, only his voice.

"However, it's too late now." The teacher said, "I know, the master has hated me, Mo Ran has hated me, and the young master will no longer treat me as a friend... Regardless of this Along the way, whether I hesitated or not, I eventually became like him."

He put his hand against Chu Wanning's hot cheek, and quietly distributed the healing spiritual power to him.

"I'm sorry, I still disappointed Master." He said, "The only fortunate thing is that I am blind, so I don't need to see you hate me."

After a pause, the teacher smiled, and with a smile, the room was full of spring.

"The last thing I saw in my eyes was you feeling sorry for me. Enough."

He untied the fairy rope in Chu Wanning's hand, removed the curse on the couch, and then extinguished the curse of Shimen.

After finishing these, the teacher turned around, rubbed, and slowly left the secret room.

He traveled far, engulfed in darkness.

At the same time, Tianyin Pavilion belongs to Qidi.

The teacher, Mr. Furu Ma, just came back from his private school. He entered the room on his sore shoulder. As usual, he first went to the kitchen to make a cup of eight-treasure tea.

Open the door and go in, the black light is blind.

Mr. Ma couldn't help frowning, and while rubbing the lampstand, he shouted: "Ma'am? Why don't you even light a candle in the middle of the night? You are..."

With a bang, the fire knife and flint were polished.

Mr. Ma was speechless, standing in the middle of the house in horror and speechless - he could see clearly that all the servants in his house had been strangled to death, like a string of wind chimes hanging on the beam.His old wife had been disembowelled, bloody intestines were flowing all over the floor, her eyes and mouth were open, and she turned her head towards the door.

"Ah..." Mr. Ma wanted to scream, but what came out of his mouth was a trembling and powerless moan. After a while, he screamed out with tingling scalp and urine, "Ah!!!!"

"Tsk. What are you arguing about?" A man came out from the back room, holding a volume of "Shangshu" in his hand. He scratched the itch at the base of his neck with the volume and yawned, "Have you never seen a dead person?"

"You...you you you!! Mo—mo...!!"

The man snapped his fingers and lazily explained: "The Curse of Obliteration."

"What, what curse?"

"Muffling curse, I don't know about this." The man rolled his eyes, "I am reading the scriptures in Mr.'s house, and I know it's not good to have a rest at night when the neighbors are noisy. Come on. Call it whatever you want now, if anyone can hear it , please feel free to blame me, sir."

Mr. Ma's face was as pale as a ghost, and he stood on his buttocks. He is usually just like a man. He has never seen such a bloody scene. He was so frightened that he lost control, sweating all over his body. ...the devil...you...shouldn't you be in the Tianyin Pavilion practice field...you...you..."

"Tianyin Pavilion Law Field?"

The man raised his black to purple eyes and smiled.

"That's right, I went there to see it. Otherwise, how could I have heard Mr. Wang's great opinion the day before yesterday?"

As he said, he threw the book away, straightened up his tall and straight body, and walked slowly towards the teacher.

The candle is shining on his extremely handsome face, who else is it if he is not Ta Xianjun?

Ta Xianjun grinned brightly, with deep dimples, and even bowed to the teacher: "I admire scholars the most in my life. It is really rude to come and kill your whole family. Mr. Greetings."

This incoherent and strange tone of voice, coupled with people who died in vain.

Even if the surname Ma has seventeen or eighteen guts, he fell to the ground with a thud, gasping for breath: "What do you want to do... what do you want to do!!"

Ta Xianjun just smiled, raised his hand, and a Mo Dao appeared in his palm.

He turned his face to look at the teacher: "Guess?"

"Don't kill me!!!" Mr. Ma screamed and kept moving back, "Don't kill me!!!"

Backing away, he bumped into something, he turned his head, and was facing his wife's face with open eyes, and wailed uncontrollably: "No no no!!! No no——don't, please...don't ...AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!"

He responded with a knife stabbing straight into his thigh, piercing the ground!

"what--!!!"

Ta Xianjun narrowed his eyes, and smiled kindly and sweetly: "Dare to ask Mr.... what is the difference between Le Ling and prostitutes?"

"What, what?" Mr. Ma was taken aback, he was in so much pain that he didn't have the brain to think, he just cried, "What..."

"You said it yourself." Ta Xianjun said slowly, "Mr. once said in front of Tianyin Pavilion. Le Ling, prostitutes, prostitutes, they are all people who don't know self-respect and self-love, and have no shame. These days, someone secretly secretly You are sophistrying, I didn't expect my morality to be so low when I went up to the world of cultivation."

He imitated the tone of the teacher's speech, with ups and downs, and the old god was there.

After finishing speaking, he paused for a while, sneered, and turned his handsome face.

"Are you familiar with memorizing, sir?"

Mr. Ma finally regained some vague consciousness during the pain and scare, remembering that this was what he said when he criticized Mo Weiyu's mother, he hurriedly said with snot and tears: "No, no, I'm confused! I'm confused! This ..." He swallowed his saliva, his face covered with sweat, "Prostitution is prostitution, Le Ling is Le Ling... No, it's different, it's different..."

"Why is it different? I think what Mr. said makes sense." Ta Xianjun walked over with a smile on his face, and raised his Mo Dao again, "Speaking of which, my brain is not very good. There is always a lack of personal guidance. Mister has such a dexterous tongue, why don't you give it to me, huh?"

"No...no no no!! Grandmaster, please forgive me! Daoist, please forgive me!!" Mr. Ma was sweating profusely, speaking incoherently, "I beg you, be kind and righteous..."

Stepping Xianjun smiled and said, "What is the master and Taoist? Do you have long ears? - Call your majesty."

"Your Majesty...Your Majesty?" Mr. Ma was taken aback, but who cares, as long as he is alive, he can be called Dad.Immediately, there were repeated voices, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, please forgive me! Your Majesty is merciful!"

Ta Xianjun squatted down, pinched his chin, and said with a smile: "Hey, a moral model, let me ask you, is it my shamelessness or my husband's shamelessness?"

"I, me, me! It's me, it's me! It's me...it's..."

But what's the use of letting go.

Ta Xianjun exerted strength in his palm, and amidst his begging and crying, he smiled and pinched his entire throat.

After doing this, the black-robed man looked around the room and confirmed with satisfaction that no one was alive. Then he stood up, wiped the blood on his hands, opened the door and walked out of the courtyard.

Hua Binan was waiting for him outside.

"Are you done venting?"

"almost."

"Can you follow me back to Tianyin Pavilion to prepare?"

Stepping Xianjun glanced at him: "Okay."

Hua Binan shook her head: "There's really nothing I can do about you. You have to worry about such a small enmity, why don't you just say a few words about your mother, why are you—"

"Then why don't I say a few words about your mother?"

"..."

Hua Binan's expression changed slightly, and finally turned his face away, and stopped answering.

"Let's go. Didn't you say that you will take the heart of Grandmaster Mo tomorrow and put it back into my body? Then what are you doing in a daze, I can't wait."

As Ta Xianjun said, he swept his robes and walked towards Tianyin Pavilion.

The golden light is shining, the clouds are shining through, and the sky is dawning soon.

Accompanied by a terrified scream, the bodies of Mr. Ma's family were discovered by early neighbors.Such a murder case should have set off a big wave in Qidi, but unfortunately it didn't.

Because at this moment, a more eye-catching judgment is going on.

On the execution platform of Tianyin Pavilion, the torch was burning fiercely.The wax oil melted and gave off the fragrance of pines and cypresses. Two maids of Tianyin Pavilion, dressed in golden silk robes and soft jade arms, lit the lampstands on both sides of the execution platform one by one.

It's strange to say that the guards of Tianyin Pavilion are all surprisingly good-looking, with handsome men and beautiful women. I don't know if this is caused by the mental method cultivated by Tianyin Pavilion, or because of Mu Yanli's harvest. When I was a disciple, I was extremely fancy about appearance.

"Heaven and earth have their own spirit, and good and evil will eventually be rewarded."

One after another, the bestial bronze lamps jumped into flames, and the flames fluttered like bright red silk.

People are everywhere.

On stage, off stage, northwest, southeast.

The execution platform was blocked, and Xue Meng was sitting on the seat of death and life, trembling and trembling slightly.

In the past three days, Xue Zhengyi begged for help everywhere, but to no avail.Those monks are superstitious about the fairness and justice of the divine martial arts scale, and they are also afraid of Mo Weiyu who controls the Zhenlong chess game.

"He saved us."

The person at the summit of death and life tirelessly tried to explain to everyone who could be persuaded, "It was he who scattered his spiritual core to save us that day. If he had a conspiracy, why did he do this?"

But there are too many doubts about Mo Ran, so there is still no sect willing to stand on their side, even Gu Yueye and Treading Snow Palace remain neutral and silent.

-

The first forbidden technique that had been lost for thousands of years suddenly reappeared, compared to the first public trial hall that stood for thousands of years.

Only a fool would choose to believe the former.

That's why Xue Zhengyi's running around seemed so stupid, and his defense at the peak of death and life seemed so feeble.

Xue Meng once thought vaguely, otherwise, let's rob the prison.

But he also knew it was impossible.

There are guards of Tianyin Pavilion everywhere here, and there are also heads and disciples of other sects. Below the stands are Wang Yang's ordinary people.

Countless pairs of eyes stared at it, and it was impossible to escape.

Therefore, digging out the spiritual core, after all, is the end of Mo Ran.

"Tianyin Pavilion has announced for three days, and the punishment has been determined." Mu Yanli solemnly and gracefully looked down at the boundless sea of ​​people below, and rang the chime in his hand, "Bring the prisoner Mo Ran."

From the confessional to the execution platform.Mo Ran was escorted, and a person with a shattered spiritual core was stared at by dozens of highest-ranking Tianyin Pavilion disciples.

They are vultures.And he was about to die, and few people could survive after digging out the spiritual core. The vulture smelled the blood, and the pupils of the eyes shone.

"The body of the felony is burned, and at noon today, the punishment of deprivation of the spiritual core will be imposed." Mu Yanli's voice was clear and cold, "There are ten crimes, and I will read them here to tell the world."

The rain had stopped, but the ground was still wet. Mo Ran was standing in the pond, the sky and clouds hovered under his feet. He moved his gaze upwards and found Ye Wangxi among the crowd.

His dark eyes stared at her, as if asking questions.Ask her if she has followed her instructions to mention the people who are at the peak of death and life.Ask her if she has figured out what happened behind her that she can't let go of.

Ye Wangxi nodded to him, and the corners of Mo Ran's lips curled into a bright and soft smile, and his eyes were full of brilliance.

The weather is great.

The rain stopped.

"Crime one, massacring the common people, disregarding human life."

Mu Yanli's voice echoed in Tianyin Pavilion, solemn and solemn.

"The second charge is to set fire to the building to avenge personal injustice."

Incense was burned in front of the Buddha, and the gods and Buddhas of the heavens were asking questions from the clouds. They were angry or kind, and they sat down and held the ring, looking down at the vast sentient beings.Over the years, Mo Ran doesn't like to look at Gao Tian. If there is a god in the sky, there are sins hidden in his eyes and evil intentions, and he is afraid that he will be discovered.

But at this moment, he finally relaxed, he looked up at the sky, the sun was like washing, soaking his dark to purple eyes into glassy light brown, unexpectedly pure.

He looked at the sky, the sky was sparse and clear, even the clouds were pale.

Mu Yanli's voice was so distant that he closed his eyes.

Don't look at the peak of life and death, and don't look at any face of an old friend.

"Crime six, learning the forbidden technique secretly and violating the great precept."

When he suddenly thought of something, there was some regret and tenderness on his brows.

Originally, in this life, I wanted to treat Chu Wanning well, but unfortunately I couldn't do it, and even the first real lingering promise I made was a mess in the end.

Ended with failure.

He is really not a good man, a disaster, a plague god, and a bad joke.

These two lives.

He wanted to protect his mother, but failed.

I wanted to repay my kindness, but I never did.

When I was a child, I wanted to be a hero, but later I wanted to be the nephew of the head of Xue for the rest of my life. At the end of the road, I decided to be the most cold-blooded and ruthless emperor in the world.

But nothing happened.

"Ta Xianjun, Mo Weiyu, Grandmaster Mo..." His eyelashes trembled slightly, his Adam's apple rolled, and finally he let out a sigh of sneer and emotion that only he could hear.

"You are really the most ridiculous person in the world."

He sighed, looked up to Gao Tian, ​​the wind was blowing his thin forehead hair, he narrowed his eyes, and then thought, where is Chu Wanning now?

Probably because I have gained too much and exhausted all the fate, so this life, the last journey, I will never see you again.

fine.He bent his eyes and smiled on the platform.

At least, Wan Ning doesn't need to see him in such a mess.

"The time is coming! Prepare for punishment—!"

There was a majestic chorus, and the horn sounded.

As if a nightmare cast a shadow, as if the sound of "preparation for punishment" was transmitted to the eardrum across thousands of miles, in the secret room of Jiaoshan, Chu Wanning suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from the drowsiness.

"Ink burning!"

The candle flickered, he was panting heavily, his shirt was drenched in sweat.

He trembled slightly, almost subconsciously, when he opened his mouth, he uttered the name that had entangled him for two lifetimes.Then the Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his eyes became a little straight.

Just now he seemed to see the shadow of the knife, and he felt a strong urge, his heart beating like a drum, and for some reason he was terrified.

"..."

Sitting on the couch, rubbing his palms on his face vigorously, the sweat gradually cooled down, and he was relieved.

There are clear memories flashing before him, but those memories don't belong to him—half of his earth soul stayed in Mo Ran's body for too long, so that when he returned to him, he brought a lot of memories belonging to Mo Ran. burning memory.Those who are swallowed up by the Eight Bitterness and Everlasting Hate Flower, those who are abandoned.

Important memories that even Mo Ran himself no longer remembers.

Chu WanNing saw it...