The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

The nightmare in the comprehension world has become more and more insane these days.The Zhenlong chess game spreads like a plague in the world. The people behind the scenes are like lunatics. They don't pick at the identity of the host at all. Whether it's an octogenarian or a child with a yellow mouth, all are collected in the account.

With such a wide net, no one can guess what he wants to do.

Someone sadly asked Tianyin Pavilion for help, but the owner of Tianyin Pavilion suddenly said that he was not sick, even if someone fled and starved to death in front of the pavilion, the door would not be opened.Gradually, these people finally realized with great unwillingness—maybe they were wrong from the very beginning.

But it was too late.Master Mo is dead, Chu Wanning's whereabouts are unknown, the peak of death and life has collapsed, and the various sects are overwhelmed. More and more Zhenlong chess pieces who have lost their consciousness are wandering around the world, killing people and setting fire, and the battle is like burning grass. The astonishing speed permeated the entire comprehension world.

Jiangdu, Yangzhou, Shuzhong, Leizhou... Carved beams and painted buildings, buildings and boats snowed at night, all sighed dully in the hot and scorched flames, the walls collapsed, and so many romances in the world died solemnly amidst the flames.

On the stargazing platform of Tianyin Pavilion, Shi Mo looked at the chaos of the distant mountains and near the water. He stood alone for a while, and there were faint footsteps behind him.

The woman's silk shoes stepped on the fine snow, covered her hands, and Mu Yanli put on the cold clothes for him.

"Where is Stepping Xianjun?"

"He left this morning."

"...you already sent him to do that?" Mu Yanli was slightly taken aback, "Why so fast?"

"There's nothing to wait for. All the preparations that should be done have been made. Now everything is ready. It's up to him."

After the teacher finished saying this, it took a while before he spoke again, and there was a tremor in his calm voice.

"Sister." He murmured to Mu Yanli, "After so many years, two lifetimes, I finally did it..."

Mu Yanli turned her face to the side, and saw that his peach blossom eyes were shining with moisture, she seemed extremely excited, but at the same time seemed extremely wronged.

The teacher closed his eyes and couldn't help shaking slightly: "Let's go."

He said in a low voice: "The gate of life and death in time and space is about to open. Let's take all the finished chess pieces and send them over there."

"All the chess pieces?"

"all."

"But there are so many people..." Mu Yanli's face was a little pale, but she saw Shi Mo's expression of pain and excitement, so she still said firmly, "...Okay. I get it."

She turned and left, and when she was about to step off the edge of the observatory, Shi Mo suddenly stopped her.

"and many more!"

She turned her head and saw Shi Mo leaning sideways under the dim yellow sky, with the strong wind blowing his cloak, he looked at Mu Yanli, and seemed to want to say something, but his eyes were red, but he never said it.

Mu Yanli just looked at him for a while, and then Mu Yanli said: "Don't worry, even if I am cruel, I will not betray you."

The teacher suddenly closed his eyes, people always seem to be so sensitive and fragile in critical moments.

His voice trembled slightly: "I have betrayed myself in this life..."

"He didn't betray you." Mu Yanli said, "He betrayed the entire Sphenoid Bone Clan and all of us. His hands are not stained with the blood of monks—but he sentenced us to prison from then on. hell."

"..."

"I understand your helplessness." Mu Yanli said to Shi Mingjing, "Ah Nan, no matter what people in this world say about you, you are a well-deserved hero among the sphenoid beauty clan."

she left.

Shi Mei watched her back gradually walk away, then turned around, and put his bony hand on the jade railing, and the cold touch spread to his heart.

"Hero?" Shi Mo raised his head, looked at the gloomy clouds in the sky, and sighed for a while, "Heroes can't be done, no hero has so much life debt."

There seemed to be a moment of regret in his eyes, and then they condensed into ice again.

"I, Hua Binan, have spent two lifetimes fighting against the sky and the earth. I don't believe that the way of heaven can't be changed—now that the Gate of Time and Space Life and Death, Zhenlong Chess Game, and these forbidden techniques are all in my hands. I would like to see it. No one else in the world can stop me."

The knuckles are kneaded into jade color.

"It's okay to be a hero. I just want to ask for a way out."

Three words, scattered into the wind.

"for us."

On the vast Kunlun snowy land, a black figure flitted across.

The strong wind and snow scraped his cheeks like a knife, but he squinted his dark purple pupils, as if he couldn't feel the piercing chill.

He soars and circles like a vulture on a cliff.Leaping onto the Biwa Feiqi, the footsteps are light and the movements are swift.There are so many experts patrolling Kunlun Snow Palace, no one noticed his arrival.There was not even a trace of the snow he walked on.

Soon the man reached the highest peak of the Snow Stepping Palace. From here, one could see the Tianchi Lake in the snow, hazy and quiet, filled with mist.

The black lightning-like figure stopped.

The man stood on the top of Kunlun, standing upright like a bayonet, with black eyes looking at the surface of Tianchi Lake.The wind picked up, and quickly, it blew off his cloak, revealing a pale and bloodless handsome face.

It's the Emperor of Immortals.

Having experienced Shi Mo's second tempering, he possessed Mo Zongshi's spiritual core, and restored his power as powerful as before.And no longer disobey the orders of the "master".

He finally became the murderous blade and the source of spiritual power that satisfied Shi Mingjing.

However, since Tianyin Pavilion woke up, there will always be some scattered fragments in Ta Xianjun's mind-before he always thought that he hated Chu Wanning, he loved Shi Mingjing, and his joy, anger, love and hatred were all related to him. These two people are related.

But he vaguely felt something was wrong.

Recently, he often hears a vague voice and sees some vague sights.

He saw Chu Wanning wrapping his hands carefully in Meng Potang, and heard himself saying to Chu Wanning: "Master, let's start over, okay? You care about me... okay..."

He saw a round of moon on the sea cliff, only according to the hearts of the two, he held Chu Wanning's hand tightly, and Chu Wanning kept his head down, and the tails of the sharp phoenix eyes seemed to be wet red.He heard Chu Wanning say to himself: "I'm not good. I haven't been liked..."

He saw him and Chu Wanning lingering on the bed in the inn, and the wind and rain outside had nothing to do with them.

He saw the red lotus water pavilion Chu Wanning raised his eyelids and looked towards him——

Suddenly heart palpitations.

Ta Xianjun opened his eyes suddenly.

What are these?

He saw Chu Wanning looking at him so tenderly, it was the kind of eyes that had been tortured and imprisoned by love medicine, tortured and humiliated, but could not be replaced by death.

Ta Xianjun felt that his head was hurting, he raised his hand, the halo of daylight illuminated the cold spikes on his wrist, he rubbed his forehead, and cursed in a low voice: "What mess?"

He stood on the roof for a moment in a daze.The snow in Kunlun is very heavy, and the shoulders are covered with frost in a short while.He was vaguely surprised, because deep down in his heart, he felt that this was also very good, like a good dream, and he would feel peaceful because of Chu Wanning's gentle eyes in the dream.

"...This seat is really crazy."

He blinked, pushed these absurd thoughts to the back of his mind, and moved on.

The master's order is to let him go to the place where the spiritual power of Kunlun is the most abundant, and completely open the door of life and death in time and space leading to the previous life.So he was supposed to head north.But when he saw Tianchi, he couldn't help but circle around.

That's where he lost Chu WanNing forever.

Ta Xianjun restrained himself and stood there for a while, and finally he couldn't help but walked over there in a fascinated manner, but when passing by the corridor of Ta Xue Palace, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.

"Daddy... Mommy..."

The voice was very familiar, he stopped suddenly, hid in the dark, revealed a pair of dark eyes, and looked down.

Then he saw it clearly, and he couldn't help but sneer: "I don't know who it is, so it's you."

In that courtyard, only Xue Meng was alone.Xue Meng was holding a jug of wine, lying on the table, already drunk.

"This time your parents are not killed by me." Ta Xianjun admired Xue Meng's drunkenness for a while with great interest, and touched his chin, "But when you are sad, I will be very happy. This seat has not forgotten who made a hole in the chest before."

"How about it, isn't it good to feel distressed?"

The courtyard was silent, and there was no one else.

Stepping Xianjun stared down for a while, and suddenly thought, the black shadow flicked, and he had come to Xue Meng.

Fenghuang'er, who was so drunk, didn't notice his coming, and still reached out to caress the wine pot, trying to pour the nectar and jade dew inside into his mouth again.

But suddenly a cold hand stretched out, pinched the body of the red clay pot, and stopped his movements.

"You...who...?"

"you guess."

Xue Meng barely opened one eye that was swollen from crying, and looked up along that hand in difficulty.Facing Shangta Xiandijun's handsome but mocking face.

Ta Xianjun has never seen such a depressed Xue Meng. Although he firmly believes that Xue Meng also secretly collapsed many times in his previous life, this is the first time he has seen it with his own eyes. He licked his lips and felt very excited and excited. Stimulate.

He leaned over, staring at Xue Meng like staring at the prey: "Interesting, it turns out that the most proud apprentice of Chu Wanning will also buy drunk with wine and drink into a mess."

He said, sitting on the edge of the stone table, and then reached out and raised Xue Meng's chin.

"It's been a long time since I saw you when you were young." Ta Xianjun was a little emotional, "I stayed in that world of mortals for too long, and I almost forgot what kind of domineering face you had when you were young."

Fingertips rubbed it up little by little.

Skimmed the cheeks, the bridge of the nose, and the eyebrows, and then poked it gently on the forehead.

"Xue Meng, do you know? There is one thing, I actually regret it." He looked at Xue Meng's eyes, and gradually revealed a chilling smile, "In my previous life, I have a moment of kindness, let you go Survive, but you want to kill me instead. Sometimes I wonder...whether I should have killed you in the first place."

"People, living is not necessarily comfortable, but dying is not necessarily painful." Ta Xianjun's voice was low and gloomy, "Xue Meng, do you want to accompany your parents?"

As he spoke, he bent down.

The cold breath brushed against Xue Meng's cheeks, and two cold fingers touched the arteries on the side of Xue Meng's neck - he kept staring at Xue Meng's eyes during this process.

He looked at his own reflection in those hazy, tearful eyes, like a ghost descending into the world.

"Actually, people in this world will die in the end." Ta Xianjun had white teeth, "You and I are brothers for half our lives. Since I met you here, why don't I give you a ride first to help you escape."

With force on his fingertips, he was about to hit the killer.

"elder brother……"

Suddenly, there was a murmur, like a spring bud breaking through the ground, and a stone breaking the sky.

Ta Xianjun was startled.

Xue Meng looked at him, and he seemed to finally recognize the appearance of the person in front of him in the drunkenness. He wet his heavy shirt with tears, choked up and staggered up, and grabbed Ta Xianjun's cold arm, like grabbing driftwood in the vast sea .

"elder brother……"

He calls him.

Where did he distinguish the subtle difference between Mo Ran and Mo Ran? He only said that the person in front of him was Mo Ran, his elder brother, his family, and the return of his most carefree years.

Ta Xianjun heard it clearly this time, and was sure that he heard it right.So he was a little startled, and he didn't know what expression to put on his face.

The brain was in chaos again.

In a blur, a phantom flashed in front of Ta Xianjun's eyes. He saw himself and Xue Meng sitting in the red lotus pavilion, cooking tea and wine, and clinking glasses under the moon.

... Is this something that Grandmaster Mo did?

"Brother." Xue Meng's drunken eyes were hazy, he was buried in Ta Xianjun's arms, and he was holding back sobbing at the beginning, but in the end, Qiqi Aiai, choked up sobbing, and finally wailed, "Don't go...don't leave me behind ..."

After a while, he seemed to think of something else, and suddenly his whole body trembled, his lips turned pale: "Don't kill my father, don't force them... I killed those people, don't hurt my parents , come to me..." Big teardrops rolled down, wet Ta Xianjun's chest, "Don't...don't dig my brother's heart..."

In this tossing and choking, Ta Xianjun's hand that was going to kill was finally slowly let go. He froze for a moment, trying to push Xue Meng away.But Xue Meng hugged him so tightly, his blood was thick.

Gradually, the place closest to the heart was finally soaked with tears.

In the end, Stepping Xianjun ran up the roof tiles and beams as if fleeing, and lowered his body to hide in the corridor, looking at Xue Meng who was curled up in the snow and cried bitterly.

Xue Meng in his memory has always been fierce, arrogant, aggressive and sharp.But the one left in the wind and snow at this moment is a child who can never find his brother again.

He watched Xue Meng cry for a long time in the same place. Later, Xue Meng got up. He didn't know whether he was sober or tired from crying. walk around.The young man walked aimlessly, with a dazed expression, slowly going away——

Stepping Xianjun looked at the snowy ground, two lines of crooked footprints that did not turn back, spread to the depths of the snow and snow until Xue Meng's back was no longer visible.

In the new wind, a shrill singing sound suddenly came. It was a short Shuzhong song that Xue Zhengyong sang before his death. Now it flows from Xue Meng's throat and echoes in the Kunlun Snow Treading Palace.

"I worship my old friend as a ghost, but now I can have fun when I'm drunk." The voice is still young, and the tune has been vicissitudes.

The heavy snow dyed the black hair of the youth.

The hoarse voice was mixed with the sound of wind and snow, and Wan Lai was bleak.

"The light of the sky and the dream are broken and everyone travels far away..." It is getting farther and farther away, and it is getting closer and closer.Or maybe it wasn't Xue Meng who walked away, but the young man finally couldn't cry, and the words choked up, "Abandon my old body with tears in my eyes."

Abandon my old body.

He is only 22 years old, but only when he is drunk and dreaming can he see his old friends laugh again and get together again.He was a young man, but only after drinking a pot of Dukang, he could see the kindness and kindness of the high hall, and the two or three old friends.

Xue Meng looked up, as if trying to hold back the tears in the corner of his eyes, but he didn't know if he could hold back, the wind and snow had fascinated his eyes.

He closed his eyes, almost screaming loudly, resounding against the clouds, as if he was inquiring with the sky and aspiring to the earth.

"May I extend my life to the Duke of Zhou, let the king hold the wine, go and return it!"

The cloud gathered, and he smashed the wine jar in his hand.

Opening his hands, Xue Meng fell straight into the snow. He didn't want to go any further. Where is the front?There is a world of ice and snow everywhere, no familiar figure, no home.

Even the ink burning I just dreamed about is fake, it's all a spectacle, fleeting.

Xue Meng lay in the snow, and after a while, he raised his hand and covered his eyelids.

The blood-thin lips parted and closed slightly, and tears rolled down my cheeks.

"Why are you all gone, leaving me alone."

Xue Meng choked suddenly and lost his tone.

"Why... why did you leave me alone..."

In fact, for two lifetimes, in the end, he was the only one.

Ta Xianjun listened to the lingering sound that was swallowed by the whistling wind, and looked at the place where Xue Meng went away. He stood motionless on the ridge of the roof, and the strong wind blew his cloak fluttering.He raised his hand and touched his chest, not knowing what it felt like.

I worship my old friend as half a ghost.

This is true for Xue Meng, so why not for Ta Xianjun?

The Wushan Temple in the previous life was empty, and in the end only his family and widows were left, and there was no one left.He doesn't know where the incense burner in his house used to be placed, and he can't wear half-worn clothes when he was a teenager. Sometimes he blurts out a joke when he was studying, but he is surrounded by respectful and tense faces. .

No one knew what he was talking about, no one understood him.

Those who understand him are either at the bottom of the spring or at the end of the world.

Ta Xianjun slowly came to the edge of the Tianchi Lake, the weather was not good, the rime was foggy in the distance, and the snow seeds on the pool were rushing.He stood there calmly, like a heartless, woodcarved clay sculpture that didn't know how to feel warm or cold.

Let the frost and snow cover him.

"Chu Wanning..." sighed softly, "If it was back then..."

What if it was back then?

He didn't say any more, his eyelashes overlapped, and he closed his eyes.

There has never been anything like it was back then, he is the Emperor of the Immortal, an unmatched lord in the cultivation world.He doesn't know what is regret and what is looking back.

What happened happened.

He neither regrets nor defeats.

Even if the blood and blood are bloody, relatives and friends are betrayed, this is the path he chose, no matter how thorny it is, he will bite the bullet and go on.

However, in this vast sky, in the snowy sky, in this place that no one will see, no one will know.Ta Xianjun stood with his hands behind his back for a long time, and finally, he did something unexpected—he knelt down.

In the place where Chu Wanning died in battle, Changbai fell down.

A salute.

Two thanks.

Until three prayers.

Ta Xianjun raised his face, under the hood, his eyelashes were frosted, and his expression was solemn. No one knew what he was thinking.Then he got up, as if fulfilling a wish he had made for many years, brushed off his cloak and black robe without saying a word, and headed towards the most aura-rich place in Kunlun Mountains.

Now that the emperor is out, no one in the world can stop him.Shi Mingjing did not make a wrong choice, he possessed the most powerful spiritual power in the world, and also possessed an unmatched majestic cultivation base.

The door of life and death in time and space will open.