The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 289
The nightmare of the comprehension world has become more and more mad in these days. Jane Chess is like a plague in the world. The people behind the scenes are like madmen. They don’t pick up the identity of the host. Whether it is the old man or the yellow mouth, they are all collected.
In this way, no one can guess what he wants to do.
Someone pleaded for help from Tianyin Pavilion, but the Tianyin Pavilion suddenly said that he could not get sick. Even if someone escaped and died in front of the pavilion, it would not open the door. Gradually, these people finally became very reluctant to understand – perhaps from the beginning, they were wrong.
But everything is too late. Mo Zongshi died, Chu Xi Ning’s whereabouts are unknown, and the dead and the dead are smashed. The major sects are self-satisfied. More and more precious pieces that have lost their knowledge are swam in the world, killing people and setting fire, and the battle is like a hay, burning The amazing speed filled the entire realm of comprehension.
Jiangdu, Yangzhou, Langzhong, Leizhou… carved beams and paintings, buildings, boats and nights, all of them are dull and lamented in the flames of burning and burning, the walls are smashing, and how many people are in the wind, all of them are solemnly going in this fire.
On the star-gazing platform of Tianyin Pavilion, the teacher looked at the distant mountains and the water was chaotic. He stood alone for a while, and there was a weak footstep behind him.
The woman’s silk was stepping on the fine snow, and her hands were covered with a wooden cigarette.
“Take the fairy king?”
“He set off this morning.”
“…have you sent him to do that?” The wooden cigarette was slightly wrong. “How come so fast?”
“There is nothing to wait for, the preparations for doing it have been done, and now everything is ready to owe the wind. Just look at him.”
After the teacher finished the sentence, it took a while to reopen, and there was a trembling in the calm voice.
“Sister.” He whispered to the wood smoke. “So many years, two years, I finally did…”
The wooden cigarette was over the side, and he saw the moist water vapor in his peach blossom eyes. It seemed to be extremely excited and seemed to be extremely wronged.
The teacher closed his eyes and could not restrain himself from shaking: “Let’s go.”
He whispered: “The time and space will soon open. We will bring all the good pieces and send them there.”
“All the pieces?”
“all.”
“But there are so many people…” The face of the wooden cigarette was a little pale, but she saw that the teacher was both painful and excited, and she said firmly, “…good. I know.”
When she turned and left, she was about to step down the edge of the star-gazing platform, and the teacher suddenly stopped her.
“and many more!”
She turned back and saw the faint yellow sky, the teacher squatted sideways, the wind hunted and blew his cloak, he looked at the wood smoke, seems to want to say something, but the eyes were red, but never said.
The wood smoke was so opposed to him for a while, and then the wood smoke left: “You can rest assured that even if cruel, I will not betray you.”
The teacher closed his eyes, and people seemed to be so sensitive and vulnerable at a critical juncture.
His voice trembled slightly: “I have rebelled against myself in this world…”
“He didn’t betray you.” The wooden cigarette left the road. “He betrayed the entire sphenoid and betrayed us all. His hands were not stained by the blood of the monk – but he has sentenced us to it. hell.”
“…”
“I understand your helplessness.” The wooden cigarette said to the teacher, “A Nan, no matter what the people in this world say about you. In the sphenoid beauty, you are a well-deserved hero.”
She has left.
The teacher looked at her back and gradually moved away, and then turned around, the hands of the knots were placed on the jade, the cold and cold touch, spread to the heart.
“Hero?” The teacher looked up and stared at the dark clouds in the air, sighing half a sigh. “The hero can’t do it. No hero has carried so many people’s debts.”
There seemed to be a moment in his eyes, and then it became a cold ice.
“My Hua Bi Nan has tried my best to fight for the rest of my life. I don’t believe that Heaven can’t be changed. Nowadays, life and death are dead, and the chess game is in my hands. I want to see this. Who else in the world can stop me.”
The knuckles are pinched into a jade color.
“The hero is even. I just want to find a way out.”
Three words, scattered into the wind.
“for us.”
On the snowy field of Kunlun Kunlun, a black figure was swept away.
The blast of wind blew his cheeks like a knife, but he couldn’t feel the chill of the cheekbones with his black and purple eyes.
He fluttered like a vulture on a cliff. Jumping on the Biva Fly, the footsteps are light and the hands are quick. There are so many patrolling masters in the Kunlun Snow Palace that no one has noticed his arrival. The snow that he walked through did not even have traces of traces.
Soon the man plunged to the highest top of the Snow Palace, from which you can see the Tianchi in the snow, quiet, and misty.
The black lightning-like figure stopped.
The man stood at the top of Kunlun, standing straight like a bayonet, and his black eyes looked at the Tianchi Lake. The wind started, very anxious, blowing off his cloak, revealing a pale face without pale blood.
It is the emperor.
After the second tempering of the division, he possessed the spiritual core of the Mo Zongshi and restored the powerful power as before. And no longer disobey the “master” command.
He finally became the killing blade and the spiritual source that made the teacher clear and satisfied.
However, after waking up from the Tianyin Pavilion, there will always be some scattered pieces in the mind of Teng Xianjun. He always thought that he hated Chu Ningning, he loved the teacher, his love and anger were all These two people are related.
However, he vaguely felt that it was wrong.
Recently, he often heard a vague voice and saw some vague scenes.
He saw that Chu Ningning carefully wrapped his hand in Meng Po Tang and heard that he said to Chu Xi Ning: “Master, we have come over, are you good? You reasoned me… well…”
He saw the sea cliff for a round of moons, only the two people’s hearts, he clenched the hand of Chu Xiaoning, and Chu nightning has been keeping his head down, and the sharp phoenix eyes are like wet red. He heard Chu Xiaoning said to himself: “I am not good. I have not been liked…”
He saw that he and Chu Xinning were lingering on the bed of the inn, and they had nothing to do with them.
He glimpsed the red lotus water, and the night of the night, he lifted the eyelashes and looked at himself –
Suddenly my heart.
Stepping on the fairy slammed his eyes.
What are these?
He saw that Chu Lingning looked at himself so gently, that is, the kind of eyes that tortured the imprisoned Ling / insulted the soft foam but could not change it.
Stepping Xianjun felt that his head was very painful. He raised his hand, and the white glare glared at the sharp thorns on his wristband. He licked his forehead and whispered a curse: “What mess?”
He stood on the roof and stayed for a while. The snow in Kunlun is very big, and it will be frosty in a short time. He vaguely felt a little surprised, because in his heart, he felt that it was also very good, like a good dream, and he would feel peaceful because of the gentle eyes of his dreams.
“…this seat is really crazy.”
He blinked and took these ridiculous thoughts behind him and went on.
The master’s order is to let him go to the most powerful place of Kunlun spirituality, and completely open the door to life and death. So he should go to the north. But he saw the Tianchi, or he could not help but circle.
That is where he will always lose the late night.
Stepping on the sinister restraint in the original place for a while, and finally could not help but go to the side of the ghost, but when he swept through the palace, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
“Oh…Auntie…”
The voice was very familiar, and he stopped and walked in the dark, revealing a pair of black lacquered eyes and looking down.
Then he saw it clearly, and he couldn’t help but laugh: “Who is my way, it turns out to be you.”
Among the courtyards of the party, only Xue Meng was alone. Xue Meng was holding a pot of wine and squatting on the table.
“This time, your mother-in-law is not killed by this seat.” Stepping Xianjun was interested in watching the fun of Xuemen for a while, and touched his chin. “But if you are sad, this seat is very happy.” I haven’t forgotten who was in the chest before.
“How is it that the taste of distress is good?”
There was no silence in the courtyard.
Stepping on the fairy and staring at the bottom for a while, suddenly starting, the shadows moved, he has come to Xue Meng.
The drunken phoenix didn’t notice his arrival, and he still reached out to rub the jug, trying to pour the nectar in the mouth.
But suddenly a cold hand came out and pinched the red mud pot to stop his movements.
“You…who…?”
“you guess.”
Xue Meng reluctantly opened a crying to the swollen eyes, and walked down the hand and went up. The handsome face of the Emperor Xiandi was filled with a mocking face.
Stepping Xianjun has never seen such a sinful Xuemeng, although he is convinced that the previous Xuemeng secretly collapsed many times after the people, but this is his first time to see him. He licked his lips and felt very excited. stimulate.
He leaned over and stared at the prey, staring at Xue Meng: “Interesting, the original apprentice who is the most proud of Chu, is also drunk with wine and drank into a mud.”
He said, sitting diagonally on the edge of the stone table, then reached out and picked up Xue Meng’s chin.
“I haven’t seen you look like you have been young for a long time.” Step Xianjun had some emotions. “In the red dust, I have been waiting too long. This seat has forgotten what kind of face you have when you were a teenager.”
Fingertips rubbed up a little.
Passing over the cheeks, nose bridge, eyebrows, and then poked on the forehead.
“Xue Meng, do you know? There is one thing, this seat is actually very regrettable.” He looked at Xue Meng’s eyes, and gradually revealed a chilling smile. “Last life, this moment, good thoughts, let you Life, you in turn want to kill this seat. Sometimes this seat is thinking… Is it the first time you should kill you.”
“People, living is not comfortable, but it is not necessarily painful to die.” The voice of Stepanjun is low and gloomy. “Xue Meng, do you want to accompany you to your mother?”
He said as he leaned over.
The cold nose smacked over Xue Meng’s cheeks, and the two cold fingers touched Xue’s neck-side artery—he kept staring at Xue Meng’s eyes.
He looked at his own reflection in the eyes of tears, like a ghost coming to the world.
“In fact, this earthly person will die in the end.” Stepping Xianjun white teeth is awesome. “You and I are so good brothers and half-life. Since you met here, it is better to send you a trip to help you get rid of it.”
Finger force, is trying to kill.
“brother……”
Suddenly, a whisper, like a spring bud breaks the ground, the stone is shocked.
Step on a fairy.
Xue Meng looked at him, and the drunkenness seemed to finally distinguish the appearance of the person in front of him. He shed tears and heavy shirt, sobbing and crawling up, grabbing the cold arm of stepping on the fairy, as if to hold the driftwood in the sea. .
“brother……”
He called him.
Where did he distinguish the slight difference between the two inks, he only said that the person in front of him was ink-burning, only his brother, his family, his most carefree years have finally returned.
Stepping on the fairy is clear this time, and I am sure I have not heard it wrong. So he was a little scared, and he didn’t know what to look for.
The intracranial is a mess.
In the blur, stepping on the fairy eyes flashed through the shadows, he saw himself and Xue Meng sitting in the red lotus water, cooking tea and cooking, and clinking under the moon.
…this is what the ink master has done?
“Brother.” Xue Meng was drunk, he was buried in the arms of the fairy, and he was still crying at the beginning, but in the end, the period of Ai Ai, he swallowed, and finally became stunned. “Don’t go… don’t leave me. ……”
After a while, I seem to think of something else. He suddenly started to shake the whole person, and his lips were all white: “Don’t kill me, don’t force them… Those people are killing me, don’t hurt me.” Come to me…” The teardrops rolled down and smashed the chest of Xianjun. “Don’t… don’t dig my brother’s heart…”
In the whim of this upside down, the hand that stepped Xianjun had to kill was finally slowly put down. He stood still for a moment and wanted to push Xuemeng away. However, Xue Meng held him so tightly, his hands and feet were thick.
Gradually, the place closest to the heart was finally soaked with tears.
In the end, Teng Xianjun finally fled and plunged into the beam of the roof of the house, and lowered the body to the potential gallery, watching Xue Meng, who was crying in the snow.
Xue Meng in his memory has always been fierce, arrogant, aggressive and sharp. At the moment, staying in the snow, but a child who can no longer find his brother.
He looked at Xue Meng and cried for a long time in the same place. Later, Xue Meng got up and didn’t know if the wine was awake, or he was crying tired. Then he was so neutral in the courtyard for a while, and finally holding the jar, the plum blossoms to the courtyard. Go away. The young man went aimlessly, looked awkwardly, and slowly went away – far away –
Stepping on the snow, the two lines twisted and twisted, but they no longer look back, and they have been spreading to the depths of the wind and snow until they can’t see Xue Meng’s back.
In the hurricane, suddenly a singer came. It was a short song that Xue Zhengyi once sang before his death. Now he is in the throat of Xue Meng and circling in the Kunlun Snow Palace.
“I worship the deceased half-ghost, but now I am intoxicated.” As soon as the sound is still young, the tone has been vicissitudes of life, “the total angle is hidden under the cassia twig, and the surface of the drinking surface has been spotted.”
Heavy snow dyed the youthful hair.
The hoarse voice is mixed with the sound of snow and snow.
“The skylight dreams of breaking the crowds…” is getting farther and farther and closer. It may not be that Xue Meng is far away, but the young man is finally crying, and the words are sobbing. “Abandon my old body and tears.”
Abandon my old body.
He is only twenty-two years old, but only in the dream of being drunk, can he see the old people laughing again and again. He was only a year of prosperity, but he only had a drink of Dukang, only to see Gaotang’s love, old friends two or three.
Xue Meng looked up and seemed to want to hold back the tears in his eyes, but he didn’t know if he had resisted it. The snow had already fascinated his eyes.
He is embarrassed, almost shouting, ringing the clouds, seems to be asking with Tianzhu, and the land is screaming.
“I hope to increase the life and the Zhougong, let the king hold the wine, go back!”
The cloud gas aggregated, and he fell into the jar.
With his hands open, Xue Meng fell straight into the snow. He didn’t want to go any further. Where is the front? There are ice and snow everywhere, no familiar figure, no home.
Even the ink that is only dreamed of is fake, it is a mirror of the water, and fleeting.
Xue Meng lay in the snow, after a while, raised his hand and covered his eyes.
The pale lips of the **** lightly merged, and the tears slid down.
“Why are you leaving, just leave me alone.”
Xue Meng stunned and lost his tone.
“Why… why should I stay alone?”
In fact, for the rest of his life, in the end, he only has himself.
Stepping on the fairy listened to the remnant of the whistling wind, watching the place where Xue Mengyuan went, he stood motionless on the ridge, and the wind blew his cloak to hunt. He raised his hand and touched his chest, but he didn’t know what it was like.
I am a ghost to the deceased.
For Xue Meng, this is the case. Why is it not for stepping Xianjun?
The Wushan Temple of the previous life was empty, and in the end there was only one lonely man, and no one else. He didn’t know where the incense burner was placed in his house, and he couldn’t wear the old clothes when he was a teenager. Sometimes he rushed out to ask for a joke, but surrounded by a respectful and tight face. .
No one knows what he is saying and no one knows him.
People who know him are either under the spring or at the end of the world.
Stepping on the fairy is slowly coming to the edge of the Tianchi. It is not a good weather, the fog is in the distance, and the snow seeds on the pool are in a hurry. He stood there quietly, like a woodcarving clay sculpture with no heart and no lungs.
Let Frost Snow cover him.
“Chu Ning…” gently sighed, “If it was the year…”
If it was the year, how?
He did not say anything more, the eyelashes overlapped and closed his eyes.
There has never been nothing. If it was the same year, he was the emperor of the emperor, and he was the unparalleled respect of the realm of cultivation. He does not know what regrets, what is turning back.
What happened happened.
He does not regret, nor does he say no.
Even if the flesh and blood are vague and close to the people, this is his own choice of road, and then the thorns are dense, he will go down with his scalp.
However, in this vast sky, between the snowy sky, no one knows where anyone will know. Teng Xianjun took a long time and finally made an unexpected thing – he collapsed.
In the place where Chu nightning died in the same year, he worshipped and fell.
One worship.
Second worship.
Until three weeks.
Stepping on the face, under the hood, the lashes are frosted, and the look is solemn. No one knows what he is thinking. Then he got up, as if he had a long-cherished wish, and he didn’t swear over the cloak black robe and swept toward the most abundant place in Kunlun Mountain.
The emperor is out, the world is unstoppable. Shi Mingjing did not choose the wrong one. He has the strongest spiritual power of the human world, and he also has an unparalleled mastery.
Time and space will die and will open.
