After death with the master

Ning Sui nodded expressionlessly.

Zhou He glanced around, skipping Chen Widow who was shocked again: "I told you earlier that not all charms can be eliminated by violence with your method. Your method is really good, but the charm And not entirely insane.”

What he said was like this, but it didn't mean to preach, but it was a bit of a joke and a good show: "Look, don't you meet now?"

Ning Sui looked up at him, the expression in his eyes was as cold as ever.

He didn't answer, just raised his hand, and the string in his hand flew out instantly to cut a tree, and then countless threads wrapped around the tree that was two people wide.

Zhou He saw his movements: "Then Mei will stop you from touching the wood? Then this spiritual wisdom is probably extraordinary."

He raised his hand and licked his chin, thoughtfully: "But it didn't drive you out of the theater, which means that the scene of this illusion is only this size, as far as I understand these two days... this is very charming Eight/nine is related to that girl Yusu."

Ning Sui didn't answer, and the string in his hand was still retracting and releasing following his slightly raised and lowered fingers.

He seemed to be concentrating on other things, and didn't listen to Zhou He at all, but Zhou He knew he was listening: "You try it yourself?"

Ning Sui nodded his chin coldly.

Zhou He could understand what he was thinking just by looking at his expression.

He sighed with a headache, because Chen Widow was still at his side, he didn't say much, he just asked, "Do you remember what I said to you before?"

Ning Sui understood what he was referring to, but he still didn't speak, and even lowered his eyes.

His eyelids drooped slightly, and he looked like he couldn't get in.

But he couldn't stop flashing memories in his mind.

He still remembers that day, even though it has been a long time.

Ning Sui was sent to No Return Mountain when he was three years old.

He stayed in Wugui Mountain for half a year, did not learn anything, did nothing, but he just had the ability to make Wugui both headache and angry.

For half a year, Wugui finally figured out why this little boy could sit by his fish pond for half a year without moving.

"Let's talk about it?" Wugui sighed, "It's only because my brain is squeezed that I accept you as my apprentice..."

This Taoist priest, who is always evaluated by the outside world as good-tempered, good-natured, gentle and reliable, sat beside him casually, and the words he said were not like those of a highly respected person: "You are only three years old and you want to Kill yourself? It's cruel, kid."

Ning Sui was dressed in black and sat on the boulder with his short legs hanging slightly in the air. He looked down at the pool in front of him without saying a word.

"Just because of that stupid thing in you, you want to kill yourself and die with him?"

Wugui smiled: "Is it worth it?"

It was probably because Wugui was the first one besides him to find out about it, so Ning Sui finally said the first sentence he uttered after coming here: "I can't live to be eighteen."

The child's voice at this time was so childish, Wugui thought it was cute and pleasant to listen to, but the little kid next to him turned into an iceberg, his tone was cold and mature, and he forced the softness in Wugui's heart It was washed clean: "Oh, then you jump down now."

Wugui raised his chin and nodded at the pool in front of him: "I promise I won't save you, and I'm not afraid of your father."

His tone was gentle with a little smile, but what he said was very cold: "Who in this world doesn't know that he will die eventually? Even demons know the day when their lifespan will end, but they Don't you still work hard to live? Why? The prince thinks you have the ability to kill everyone in this world? Anyway, they will always die, right?"

Ning Sui raised his eyelids when he was blocked.

He turned his head to look at Wugui, and saw Wugui's gaze fell on him at some point.

Just after Wugui thought he had won and prepared to teach him a lesson in anger, Ning Sui answered blankly: "So I don't understand."

He said, "Why do you want to live?"

No return: "?"

Ning Sui is very talented.

There is no doubt about this.

He was born with the ability to induce spirits into his body, and he was able to speak and think when he was born.

He is a born mystic teacher.

But I'm afraid that people from the Taoist sect have never thought that precocious wisdom will cause this child to become what he is now.

This is only three years old.

Wugui pinched his eyebrows with a headache.

Why on earth is he soft-hearted?

It has nothing to do with him to control the world.

"People don't live to live forever." Wugui sighed, he put his hands on Ning Sui's head, seeing that Ning Sui didn't push him away, he rubbed it: "There are always various reasons. The things they like, the delicious food, the people or things they want to see, these are the reasons that support them to live."

Ning Sui: "But I don't."

"You have." Wugui said softly: "Your father loves you very much, and your mother and queen died because of you. I know you all know that even though your father told me not to mention these things to you, I think you Not that fragile. You know how your mother died, right?"

Ning Sui didn't answer, but just lowered his head and eyelids.

Wugui rubbed it again: "Although I don't want these to become your shackles, you have to live. Because they love you, you will always find something you like."

He paused, and finally couldn't hold back and knocked his head angrily: "You are only three years old and you tell me that you don't want to live anymore? If you don't take the initiative to eat tomorrow, I will throw you away." Go out and feed the wolves."

Ning Sui frowned and moved his head away: "Is there really no one in this world who can live forever?"

Wugui put down his hands, the mountain wind gently brushed his clothes, and the black and golden cranes fluttered on his sleeves, almost taking the sleeves out, turning into cranes playing in the clouds.

His voice was also very soft, like a cloud floating in the sky, or like a mountain wind blowing gently, dissipating at any time——

"People can't do it."

Ning Suide admitted that if he hadn't been homeless at that time, he might not have been able to get to the back.

But he also had to admit one thing——

"It's different."

At least he was living as a human being at that time, and he couldn't really end his life early to make his father sad.

But now he will only become the weakness and attack point of those who love him.

Ning Sui couldn't find a reason to live for a while.

Zhou He seemed to want to say something, but he still didn't speak.

At the same time, Ning Sui finally shifted his sight to the courtyard.

Sawdust and branches and leaves fell to the ground, and the puppet parts he temporarily made with strings lay in the courtyard. The workmanship could not be said to be very fine, but it was enough to make Chen Widow a fool on the spot.

Widow Chen: "...Ning, Brother Ning, can you make a puppet?!"

He said it out of his mouth, and only then did he realize it later.

Ning Sui never said that he couldn't make a puppet.

Then why did he think that Ning Sui couldn't make a puppet?

Because Ning Sui didn't have a box.

Looking at the entire history of Xuanshi, is there anyone who can make puppets now?

have.There are two Taoist sects, the patriarch can also do it, and there is the pair of master and apprentice in No Return Mountain.

But looking at the entire history of Xuanshi, is there anyone who is as special as Brother Ning?

have.Ning Sui, the dead Taoist prince.

At this moment, Widow Chen recalled what Ning Sui said to Zhou He, and then recalled what Zhou He said just now.

There is only one person in this world who can dispel charms with special force.

Ning Sui, the only apprentice of Taoist priest of No Return Mountain No Return.

Widow Chen went into cardiac arrest immediately.

Ning Sui ignored him, and just lowered his eyes to untie one of his own threads to connect those parts, and connect the puppet thoroughly.

Widow Chen slowed down a little, then remembered Zhou He's words "I am his master".

All right.

Chen Widow has since announced his death.

He looked at some hidden joints where Ning Sui flicked the string in a daze, and then cut his finger with force, and the blood spread along the string to the puppet.

The originally transparent thread turned blood red, and the surface of the dark brown puppet also flowed with blood lines, and then a golden light flashed, and the originally ugly puppet turned into a seemingly dull guard.

Make a couple.

The highest state of Yanshu.

The puppet had his mark on it, and Mei couldn't make it go away.

It's like Ning Sui's cassock, which cannot be moved by Mei Mu.

Widow Chen was speechless, but Zhou He twirled his fingers beside him and said "uh", "Your aesthetics are still the same as before..."

Ning Sui looked at him expressionlessly, and Zhou He stopped laughing.

Although this puppet has a human appearance, it is completely different from the beautiful or suave puppets made by other powerful Yanshi that Chen Widow has seen.

The puppet made by Ning Sui has a typical Chinese character face, but with big eyes, it looks a bit burly, with a dull expression.

Ning Sui was once asked why he didn't make some nice puppets to catch the eye.

But only Zhou He and Ning Sui knew about it, because a certain Taoist priest said something to Ning Sui—"Are you a puppet who will be a witch for the country or a beauty trick? It's okay, kid, pretend to be a puppet in your head." There's a lot of intrigue."

Zhou He was just joking, and wanted to tease Ning Sui with a few words, but since then Ning Sui's puppets have never been good-looking.

Because he himself felt that the puppet was sent up to fight the enemy anyway, so what made it look so good?

Ning Sui withdrew his gaze, pulled his string, all the blood on it was absorbed by the puppet, and his wound healed quickly, leaving only a shallow scar.

The puppet walked to his side as he pulled, but didn't speak.

Ning Sui never made a puppet that could speak.

The puppet came to stand behind him, and Ning Sui looked at Widow Chen.

Chen Widow stared blankly at Ning Sui, cautiously: "...Master Ning?"

Ning Sui didn't even shake his eyelashes.

Facts have proved that not everyone is Ning Sui's translator. Chen Zhi didn't understand why Ning Sui wanted to look at him, and he didn't understand why he was standing here.

He should dig a hole and stuff himself in!

Zhou He spoke for Ning Sui: "You don't need to call Master Ning, he doesn't like this title very much. It's just as good as before."

He paused: "Oh, you don't need to call me Daoist, I don't like this title very much either. Also, let's keep secret for the time being."

Widow Chen swallowed: "...then, then I..."

Ning Sui didn't speak, Zhou He smiled: "Follow if you like, he doesn't care about these."

Chen Widow nodded in a daze: "Okay, okay..."

He paused, and couldn't help asking: "Then, are you resurrected from the dead or suspended animation...?"

The author has something to say:

Question: How does it feel to pick up a little master when you go out?

Chen Widow: Thank you for the invitation, the future master has become my brother, which is a bit exciting.Please send a quick-acting heart-relief pill across time and space.

In addition, I always think that Brother Ning was so cute when he was young hehehehe

My friend said that Brother Ning attacked inexplicably in this chapter, so he recalled the clip, which has the potential to attack, and said that my New Year's cp is going to be broken, I have nothing to say, I just want to hit her :)