The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 288
It is a dream.
Stepping on the fairy, he opened his eyes and found himself standing in a vast expanse of wilderness. The clouds were scarlet, pressed very low, and at your fingertips. There are lush reeds growing around, floating and floating, and there are people singing in the bushes. Some people are laughing, some are crying, those voices are very light, like a gauze over the fingertips, the water is generally touched.
He walked forward and stunned the deep blue spurs in the deep reeds. Then he saw a magnificent and quiet river, which was more magnificent than any river that he had seen before, and the flow rate was extremely slow.
There were a few leafy boats floating on the river, and the singing voice of the ferryman screamed away: “I am in Leiyuan, and my limbs are all muddy. I am crying and smashing, and my eyes are dry and dusty. Eat my heart. , red ant huanghuang. 啄 my belly, 兀鹫茫茫 … the soul of the soul to come back… the soul comes back…”
The soul of the soul comes back, yesterday is like running water.
He seems to have been here, when?
Stepping on the fairy and watching, everything in front of him is so familiar, but when you think about it, your brain is empty.
“Hey you.”
Suddenly someone spoke behind him.
He turned back slyly, but he didn’t see anything except the blast.
That voice is very embarrassing, very illusory: “You go forward, I am in front.”
Although he was annoyed when he was pointed out to do things, he still couldn’t hold back his curiosity and calmly walked toward the depths of the reeds that fluttered by fireflies.
Soon, he saw a run-down mill, a small courtyard in the weedy garden, and a broken wooden shredded tile, and in the center of the courtyard, a man sitting on the dark graphite, facing away Looking at yourself, looking at the sky.
“who are you?”
The man heard his voice and did not immediately turn back, but sighed: “I may be a person to leave.”
“Where? Where?” Before he answered the man, he asked a little bit, “Where is this?”
“The other side of the soul.” The man said, “Have you seen the river? Sitting on the bamboo poles, all the way, will go to the land.”
“…”
“The birth of a child will have to wait for seven or eight years. When you enter the door, there will be a guard from the belly and your life will be measured. If you are guilty, you will directly **** the eighteen layers of hell.” Speaking of these aftermath, the man’s tone is still gentle and gentle. It seems to be revisiting some old things.
“The first layer is called Nanke Township. There is a poor scholar who sells paintings. But he should not be poor now. I later burned a lot of paper money for him. There is also an old man who sells wonton, and then goes inside. Going to a palace, it was built by the four kings of the ghost world, right, and there is a downwind building…”
“It’s a mess.” Stepping Xian interrupted him impatiently. “What do you want to say?”
The man calmed for a while and suddenly asked: “Take the fairy, are you afraid of dying?”
Stepping on the fairy sneer: “What can be feared.”
“I used to think so.” The man said, “So, I chose to take my own poison. I thought I had nothing to do in the world, I am not afraid of death.”
After a pause, the man bowed his head.
“But I don’t want to go now. He is still in the world, I can’t let him go.”
After saying this, the man gently fell from the graphite, from the shadow of the darkness, to the clear moonlight. The wind on the other side of the Soul River blew, and the wind was fascinating.
Stepping on the fairy looks slightly changed: “…is you?”
The ink burned toward him, and the heart was empty. It was a black hole that leaked the wind. His eyebrows were sturdy, his nose was high, and Zhou Zheng’s face looked so heroic. He and Teng Xianjun were almost the same when they saw it for the first time in Lushan, but at this moment he seemed more frank, and there was no longer the fear and fear at that time.
“How are you…”
“As you can see, I am not a living person.”
“…”
“But I don’t know why, I don’t seem to be the same as everyone else. The first seven have passed, but there is no black and white impermanence to get me into the house. I have been wandering here.”
Stepping Xianjun slightly narrowed his eyes.
“You don’t have to be nervous. My spiritual core is in your body, and I naturally can’t live.” The ink burned his eyes to the mighty river, whispered. “But I don’t want to go… I want to go back.”
Listening to him, stepping on Xianjun is a glimpse, then raise his hand to caress his chest. After a few silences, he suddenly twisted a slightly embarrassed smile: “Your spirit core is here in this seat? … Was Huabi Nan successful? He did it, and the seat will soon be free to come, you can –”
When he did not finish his words, he was interrupted by ink.
The ink burned over and looked at him faintly: “Do you know who Huabinan is?”
“…”
He walked toward the stepping fairy, walked closer, lifted the fingers of the white light, and gently clicked between the eyebrows of the stepping fairy.
“Actually speaking to you, it is useless. You have been touched by him here, and many things that are not good for him to manipulate you, he will be removed. However, since you still have a soul, you should remember some Let’s not be so ignorant.”
I don’t know why, at the moment when the ink burned to him, Stephen suddenly felt that the intracranial pain was difficult. It seems that scattered fragments swept past the eyes.
“what are you doing?!”
I didn’t answer the ink, just took his face, it was very quiet, and looked at him sadly: “If you can know the truth of everything, then it’s good.”
“you……”
“If I go, I can rest assured.”
Stepping Xianjun bites his teeth: “What is the truth?! What a mess! You let the seat let go!” He said, and he was furious to break away from the embarrassment of ink burning, but his strength seemed to be squandered in cotton wool. On the top, the spell and the legs and legs pass through the translucent body of the person in front of him.
The ink burned on the eyelids and sighed softly: “Do you know? I really want you to see the experience since I was born again, and I want you to get all my memories.”
“Maybe because the obsession is too deep, my soul has not been taken, I can see you here.”
He said, leaning forward, his forehead stuck to the forehead of Stepping Jun.
“Look back.” He murmured, “Let yourself.”
Hearing this sentence is too similar to the previous life of Chu Chu Ning before death, stepping on the immortal body, but his anger has not yet come to vent, before the eyes flashed a **** vertical and horizontal.
He saw the ghost world again.
In the catastrophe that changed his life, everyone was self-sufficient and cried.
Stepping on the fairy is like a paper basket, wandering in the air, the crowd is crying at the foot, is the stench of blood and broken limbs. He looked at him, what about the teacher? Where is the teacher?
He couldn’t find it, he couldn’t find it, his heart burned like he was furious – suddenly, he stopped.
In the smoke, there is a familiar figure moving. Stepping on the fairy to fly over, he was shocked to see that it was a boyhood. Unconscious and dying.
What’s wrong?
As if to answer him, stepping on the fairy to see the picture changed, someone picked up his broken body and crawled hard in the blood of the corpse.
who is it?
The fleshy hands are… who is it.
That person has been unable to climb, but still refuses to let go, who is screaming at him, who is it?
Stepping on the singer, he swayed around the two people. He stared at the man who was covered in blood and looked at the incomprehensible person. Finally, he saw it, but he was like a thunder.
“Chu nightning…?”
How is it possible… how is it possible!
Some people are roaring in the ear, but the voice is far away, but the anger of the man is like a bayonet. He sipped: “The long-term blood is not exhausted, that is the way he takes you home!”
“Viewing enchantment is twin, how much injury you suffered, and he is the same.”
“How can you say that he does not save you… How can you say that he does not save you…”
It is full of cold.
Stepping Xianjun suddenly opened his eyes and his eyes were red. He looked at the slight rain in front of his eyes and gritted his teeth. “What are you looking at this seat?! So… ridiculous!”
He had a raging anger, but his eyes on him made him squat.
The smoldering gaze at him, the dark and quiet scorpions were moist: “I have tried my best to give you all my memories.”
“Who wants to see you and him?! Who wants to know what happened since you were born again! You are stealing, you are disappointed… you are not the same as this seat!” He is almost angry, “Who wants you to be self-made Advocate? Go away!”
The anger of countless people, but in the eyes of the burning, but can not afford a wave.
The ink burned at him, and the eyes were even merciful. He stood in front of the stepping fairy, from the corner of the robe, suddenly lit up a golden flame, his vain body melted little by little in this flame. Turn into a little bit of fire.
“In fact, you don’t have to say it, I should go.”
“I gave all my memories to you with my own soul. This is against the sky, and I don’t know what I will do in the end.” When it came to this, the ink burned and laughed.” Maybe it will not be allowed by the six reincarnations, or it may be directly sentenced to hell.”
“…”
“Think of the best possible.” Ink burns, “Maybe my soul can follow the spirit core and melt into your body.”
He didn’t care about what he said before, but when he heard it, he slammed his eyebrows and said: “You don’t even think about it!”
The ink burned like a smile and looked at him: “Are you afraid?”
“What is terrible in this seat?” Stepping Jun was greatly offended and narrowed his eyes. “But this body is your own seat. You can’t think of it!”
The ink sighed: “You just don’t want to accept some facts.”
“…”
“You don’t want to accept the truth that I have admitted, but you have turned a blind eye.”
“you shut up!”
The ink burned calmly at him, and the shadow disappeared faster and faster, and it spread to the waist and chest. Before he disappeared, he raised his hand and tried to touch the hair of the fairy. However, stepping on the fairy is like being smothered by something poisonous, and he took a step back in disgust.
Seeing him like this, the ink burns just smiles. The golden light in his body is like a moth, and suddenly he goes to the chest of Xianjun. The power is so fierce and hot, like a melt under the rock.
This power made him feel gracious, but he was extremely disgusted.
“You can’t think about melting your soul with this…”
“Nobody wants to go, I have to try my best.”
Stepping on the fairy tends to be furious: “Get out of this seat!”
The smoldering is just staring at him: “I’m sorry. In the end, I still have to compete with you for this body.”
“…”
“If your performance is restored, it will be fine.”
“Make it light rain.” The golden flame quickly burned to his fingertips, and then swallowed the young and handsome face. “Don’t do it.”
The voice has fallen.
Gray smoke disappears…
At the same time, the chamber of the Tianyin Pavilion was illuminated by the glare of the golden light, as if it was white, and the teacher could not open his eyes for a moment. He jerked his sleeves to cover his face, and after a long period of time, the strong light was slowly extinguished.
The teacher had never encountered such a situation before, slamming his sleeves and looking pale into the hail.
Look at the pair of black to purple eyes.
Stepping on the fairy, he slowly sat up from the squat, his face was white and his lips had not recovered his blood. He was carved from cold jade, and it was condensed by the secluded spring. Even the black embroidered gold silk robes were covered with cold mist, and the brilliance sprinkled on him was like freezing.
Stepping Xianjun raised his hand, and the slender pale fingertips were placed on the edge of the coffin. Then he turned his eyes and his eyes fell on the teacher.
“…”
Rao knows that he is his master, but under the gaze of such coldness, the teacher is still involuntarily going backwards.
“You…” The throat was swaying, and the teacher was forced to calm down. “It’s finally awake.”
Stepping on the fairy does not answer, his face is extremely cloudy, even more unpredictable than before.
He gasped, and his back was soaked in cold sweat. His eyes still shook the last smile of Mo Zongshi. He closed his eyes and tried to perceive whether there was any unnecessary three souls and six hexagrams in his body, but this is obviously not by feeling. Can get the answer.
The teacher stood beside him and saw him look different. He stretched out his hand over his forehead, silently recited the curse in his mouth, and healed the restlessness of the heart of Xianjun.
“How?” The town spirit cursed a round, and the teacher stared at his face and asked.
Stepping Xianjun did not answer immediately. After a long time, he raised his hand and moved his fingers. The manicured fingernails were like ice, not a little bit bloody.
He stood up from the coffin.
“I seem to have had a long dream…” Stepping on the fairy, the voice said hoarsely and said the first sentence.
Shi Yan’s eyes are very vigilant: “It’s all fake.”
The emperor’s black robe is like a cloud, and the golden silk is like water. He takes a sigh and looks a little sullen: “I think so too.”
He stared at the teacher, and the teacher also stared at him. After a long while, the teacher whispered and tried: “Do you remember who you are?”
“…”
A few silences.
The cold and handsome man seems to have chuckled a little, and the thin lips are open and closed: “How can you not remember. Step on the emperor, the ink burns in the rain.”
He slammed down, dropped his eyelashes, and performed a lazy ceremony for the ultimate teacher: “May be the master.”
There was a ecstasy in the eyes of the teacher, but he still couldn’t relax. He found a spar from the shackles. The thing flashed with brilliance and brilliance, and it was the strongest spar used to test the monk’s spiritual power.
His throat was swaying, with some kind of eager anticipation, and he walked over and handed the spar to the hands of Stepan.
“Can you light it?”
“…” Stepping on the eyes of the fairy, the cold and faint glance at the stone, slow and rational, “this is difficult.” The voice is falling, the **** are pinched, and the meridians on the hand.
Only in an instant, the most powerful spiritual stream in the world is poured into it, and the spar is in a big flash of light and does not say that there is still a fissure on the surface.
The teacher held his breath, his eyes fixed on the stone, and he never moved.
Suddenly heard the sound of “啪”, this Qingbi stone was bursting and smashing between the fingers of Xianjun’s pale and narrow fingers, and then was smashed by the fierce spiritual power.
Gray! !
“What is this?” Stepping Xianjun casually licked the powder between his fingers and sneered, “Do not play.”
The teacher slammed the ground, and he walked a few steps backwards, almost sitting on the stone bench next to the force.
This is the strongest force in the world… At this moment, is it finally returned to him?
The teacher couldn’t hold it, and the trembling became fierce. The glory of the stone room reflected his fabulous face. Is it ecstasy? Or is it relieved? The light is swaying, and the picture is not so clear, even embarrassing.
After a long time, I saw the teacher burying his face in his hands, muttering in a low-pitched manner: “Mother, have you seen it? I did it.”
Suddenly he seemed to be a little crazy, suddenly rising to the empty wall, facing the stone room where he and the third person were not in the same place, and shouted in a screaming voice: “Have you seen it? It’s going soon. Have you seen it?”
No one should be with him. He laughed loudly in this empty secret room. He smiled and burst into tears and burst into tears – it was a drop of golden tears.
It is exactly the same as the former sphenoidal beauty seat Song Qiutong.
