The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 301
In the torrential rain, a newly-recognized army of justice has stood in front of the mountain, and the monks of various sects have it.
Time and space are beginning to open, and everything is still unknown. The Longtan Tiger Cave in front of the crisis is in jeopardy. Therefore, the internal forces of this newly built allied army are unstable, and each has its own calculation. Almost no one is willing to take the lead. They are all worried about the cherished chess pieces crouching in the dead and dying, fearing that they will revisit the tiger wolf that they have encountered in Shangyu Mountain.
They looked into the distance, and they were in the heart. In the Wushan Hall where the rain was shining, would there be a demon who was sitting in front of the devil, waiting for the squad to shoot the rat, so that everyone would bite into slag?
Someone held up the torch lit by the spell, looked up at the mountain, and muttered: “I don’t think… Tianyin Pavilion will actually do this… I still feel like dreaming at this moment.”
“Don’t sigh again.” Bitingzhuang’s Yan Ming took a look at the man’s shoulder. “With this effort, it’s better to think about how to attack the mountain and end the nightmare.”
Another person’s face is gloomy: “I’m afraid it’s not that simple. The wood smoke is the body of the blood of the gods. Hua Binan is the first generation of medicine, and the one who is the emperor’s emperor… that is the ink burning, the magic power is high, it is sinister, We are still cautious and must not be taken lightly.”
The monk’s words have won the approval of many people.
——If Xuemeng of the past life is standing here, then he will definitely feel that life is going around and he will always return to the starting point.
All the things in front of me are so similar to the night when the top ten sects were besieging the dead and the death of the priest.
It is a pity that the people in the crowd are not the past Xuemen, but the young people who have just lost their parents.
Although his eyebrows are handsome, his face is very embarrassing. In order to wear Xiaoxiao, he did not wear the silver-blue bright armor of death. He only wore a plain blue dress, and the pony tail was smashed with a white hair band.
Xue Meng said: “Don’t gossip about it, and the situation will be more difficult to recover. What is sinister and cautious? If you are afraid of things, you will stay here. You don’t have to go up.”
Everything is repeating the mistakes of the past life. Like the same year, Xue Meng said that a circle of people will explode.
He once again became the target of public criticism –
“Xue Gongzi, what you said is really too much. What is fear?” The female repairing Liu Yemei of Jiangdongtang was extremely tall. “You are not afraid of things. In the past few days, the head ran to the Wushan Temple.” Xianjun. What is the result?”
“…”
“The result is not that you are defeated, but also dragged down the brother of Mei and you to clean up the mess!”
“you–”
A slender hand of a white scorpion can block Xuemeng’s way, and the silver bell on his wrist.
Xue Meng angered: “You don’t have to worry about your business!”
Mei Hanxue and Yan Yueqing: “How can you be a little thing about the son of the benefactor?” He said, turned his head and smiled at the woman who had turned red on the occasion.
“Moreover, such a good-looking girl doesn’t listen to what is said. Of course, I have to point it out so that the girl can make a mistake.” He was polite and said, “Help Xue Meng is a friend, not to clean up the mess. Heaven and earth are On, my heart is so clear, I also ask the girl to be squatted.”
Who knows the charm of Mei’s brother on the rivers and lakes, when the woman repairs, she can’t speak, and her face rises like a pig liver.
Seeing her appearance, the Taoist priest suddenly felt that her head was a little green, so she stood up and taunted: “I am interested, Xue Gongzi is brave and invincible, we will only be afraid of the tail, then you still have to go up the mountain first. You are the most familiar, and I heard that the one who is on the top is still the past life of your cousin, and you will not have your life, so how stable.”
When it comes to stepping on the emperor, many people have a look of embarrassment on their faces.
When the ink master told them the truth, at that time they were playing ghosts and ridiculous words. But now, things have surfaced, everything is as smoldered as originally said, and many people are somewhat uneasy.
It is a pity that not everyone is this attitude. An elderly monk should not have a light cough and said: “In fact, I think that the identity of the emperor has yet to be verified.”
Xue Meng gave him a cold look: “What is the verification?”
The old man said: “I mean, the stepping fairy is exactly the same as the ink, but it doesn’t necessarily mean what he said before the ink burns. It is his past life. After all, ah, ah, cherish the pieces. Ah, anything is possible.”
“Yeah, I still feel that it is the ink of the person who kills people on a lonely night. What is the past life is not a reason, it is an excuse!”
Even if this field is reached, there are still some people in the crowd who believe that Mozong was lying, they did not marry him.
After all, some of them used to be generous in the Tianyin Pavilion and bullied him. Someone once threw a stone leaf on him during the three days of the public trial and laughed at him. To admit that Mo Zongshi is telling the truth, it is tantamount to acknowledging that he has been blinded and defiled. This is too shameful for some people.
It is sometimes more courageous to admit mistakes than to make mistakes, and cowards are obviously lacking this courage. In order to insist that they have no mistakes, they will not be able to let the ink burn. Even if he suffers more grievances, insults, and carries more crimes, his life will not be peaceful. This sin, they still want him to go on.
For these “gentlemen”, the innocence of others is more worthless than the face of oneself.
Mei Hanxue heard this and smiled with a smile: “Sun Daochang, you are really proud and unbreakable.”
The old man looked at it for a long time and found out that Mei Hanxue was laughing at him. He couldn’t help but be angry. He rushed to want to work with him, but he was stopped by an old monk.
Master Xuanjing advised: “Well, the two donors don’t quarrel. Let’s listen to the old man first. It doesn’t matter what kind of identity is in the end. What is important is how we should respond after going up the mountain, how to dispatch troops.”
He turned his head and asked Xue Meng with a sigh of relief: “Xue Gongzi, you are the one who has played with the stepping fairy. According to your opinion, how is this person’s force?”
Xue Meng gritted his teeth for a long while, and pinched his fist: “The power of all the heads in the seat may not be able to win.”
“Oh!” The grandson of the Sun raised his white eyebrows. “A good prince of heaven, it will really lengthen his temperament and destroy his prestige!”
The master of the mysterious mirror was somewhat surprised: “So, the strength of this person should be better than that of the Chu Master. It is no wonder that the Chu Master will be taken away by him…”
“Well? Those who are ruined by the late night and the burning of the ink, who still don’t know. I don’t think it’s going to go down at all. It’s not a past life. It’s the whole thing that is burned behind the scenes. Chu Yuening and he are also a group! Do not believe that we walked up the mountain!”
Xue Meng’s face was white, and he had already angered and rushed to smash the mouth of the old man before, but not long ago he just learned the truth between the master and the ink, and he himself was disgusted to the extreme. It was actually a stalemate, and it looked like a word, and I couldn’t say a word.
At the time of the embarrassment, a tall, pale blue figure was underestimated in front of him.
Jiang Yan coldly said: “Sun Daochang is so bold and arrogant. If it is not what you said after going up the mountain, then your demon tongue will confuse the people, I don’t have to stay.”
The old facial muscles pumped out, and the lips seemed to want to say something, but for a long time, Jiang Yan still did not grow out and shut up.
Jiang Yan looked at Xue Meng and looked at it. He didn’t say more, but looked down and thought about it. Other people said: “If you don’t want to be late, we will arrange the target of each battle after going up the mountain, and then act immediately.” His sight Turning to other heads and elders is a confirmation. “What are the people who are known to be dead and dead, except for the precious pieces?”
Someone around the world replied: “There will definitely be a wooden cigarette.”
Jiang Yan asked: “Is there someone who has played against her?”
A woman raised her hand: “I had a few tricks with her during the civil strife.”
Jiang Yan asked: “How is the body?”
The woman thought and thought: “It is enough to send three elders to hold her.”
“Well, which three elders are willing to lock the wood smoke after the start of the war?”
Those who have died of life have long regarded the wood smoke as a nail in the eye. At this time, three elders came out immediately. These three people are the same door, the kung fu is very good, and the healing and healing aids are all good at them. Jiang Yan answered them without thinking.
Jiang Yan asked again: “What else?”
“There are also a group of close waiters in Tianyin Pavilion. This number of people is not good. But at least six or seven hundred, the strength is hard to estimate.”
Jiang Yan confessed: “The closest thing to the Tianyin Pavilion is the Wushou Temple…” He looked up at the master of the Mirror: “Masters can let your disciples stare at those Tianyin Pavilions in wartime?” ”
“This…” Master Xuan Jing secretly praised the pros and cons.
The drawbacks are obvious. The number and strength of the disciples in Tianyinge are unknown, and the weak is the best. However, if they are strong, I am afraid that the Wusi Temple will be seriously injured. But Lee is also very attractive, because at least they don’t need to face the most terrible stepping emperor.
He nodded. “The old man is worried about the world.”
“The rest is Huabi Nan…” Jiang Yan sighed and closed his eyes. “This needless to say. Although you can’t say that he knows his tricks, but at least the same.” At the time of the war, please ask me. The elders are staring at this person, and they don’t have to be soft-hearted.”
These have been arranged one after another, and the only thing left is the Zhenqi chess piece and the stepping fairy.
Jiang Yan’s eyes swept through the crowd, but in addition to some monks’ petitions, more of them seemed to suffer from cervical spondylosis at the moment, one by one, the lower ones, and some simply reaching out and touching the neck, as if the neck was hurting. of.
“The palace owner?”
Mingyue Building nodded: “Take the snow palace should be effective.”
Jiang Yan also asked the owner of the Qingge Court. The leader of the court also said: “There is no responsibility.”
But apart from this, other sects are not afraid of things, they are really not suitable for fighting, and those who are home are more or less hesitant. There are even people who swear: “Since the stepping fairy can tear through the space and time, the power of such a head is definitely not enough.”
“Yeah, this is not a dare to blame…”
Some people sighed: “If the Confucianism is still there, the seventy-two monks in the city, so many city owners, oh… a pity.”
“Hey?” Suddenly a Jiangdongtang monk raised his voice. “Is that leaf forgetting? Isn’t she very capable of playing? The strength is probably comparable to the ten Nangongliu, which is definitely the power of the head. What about her?”
It’s okay not to mention this, and Jiang’s face is dark. He said in a cloud: “We set up a group of asylum-seekers on the lonely moon night before we set off. At that time, we said that we should keep a monk guarding, in case the chess piece was overwhelmed by the army – no one automatically asked. Finally, she stayed.”
The monk “ah” screamed, and the face was dew.
Jiang Yanyin said: “All the kings are true heroes. How do you need a little girl everywhere?”
“…”
Wait a moment, there are still a few people in the crowd who are willing to take the lead. The young and beautiful new head of Jiang Dongtang even said: “I think it is still necessary to think about it. After all, this is not a joke. Wait a moment?”
As soon as he heard the word “wait”, Xue Meng suddenly became angry with his lips. He tried to suppress himself and asked: “Will time? Wait a little longer and wait for a while?”
“But I can’t rush to the mountain to die.”
“The success or failure is here, Xue Shao is cautious.”
Master Xuanjing also advised: “Xue Gongzi, carefully drive the ship for thousands of years. If today turns over the ground, the life and death door is in the world, no one knows what kind of variables will be in front. The whole truth of the real world is now gathered here. Really all the scorpions are in the water, who can be responsible?”
“Yeah, what if we killed the head of the sages, what should we do…”
Xue Meng has been forbearing, but he can’t help it anymore. He looked up and looked at his blood. “You haven’t died yet, you are already thinking about what to do. What about life and death?!”
“…”
When it comes to the shackles of life and death, everyone can’t help but think that the heads of the couple are killed because they are being shackled. Many people have their eyes flashed, and some people feel guilty and bow down.
“The dying of life has long been ignorant of what to do.” Xue Meng’s voice was dumb. “I don’t have a cousin, I don’t have a brother, I don’t have a mother, I don’t have a jealousy, now I even have a master…”
Xue Meng’s eyelashes are slightly twitching, and the throat is squirming. It seems that he is trying his best to swallow his pain. But the pain was too deep, and he couldn’t bear it. He closed his eyes and opened it: “The princes are afraid of death, because they still have sustenance. I don’t, so I am not afraid of death.”
Mei Hanxue whispered aside and stopped: “Xue Meng!”
But how can he listen?
No one in this world can stop him.
Xue Mengdao: “You don’t go, I go.”
“Less Lord!” The disciples of the dead and the death have come forward to persuade, but Xue Meng has decided to kill, and the heart has been shown. He turned and left everyone behind, and the wrath and grievances that had been forbearing all the time became tears in the air and fell in the place where no one saw it.
Jiang Yan stood in the rain and looked at his back: “You…”
Hearing his voice, Xue Meng walked faster, his Dragon City was broken, and he didn’t even have a decent sword. But he still did not return to the hustle and bustle of life.
“Xue Meng!”
After several hesitations, a hoarse cry finally broke from the throat of Jiang Yan.
Jiang Yan walked up, his hand had not touched Xue Meng’s shoulder, and he saw the young man turn sharply. A pair of birds with rounded eyes flashed with flames, and he angered: “Prim! Go! Don’t touch me! After talking about the forceful opening of Jiang Yan’s restraint, he no longer gave anyone the opportunity to speak and turned away.
On the order of the moss, the bamboo in the mountains.
Xue Meng wheezed in the torrential rain, and the world was a dreamy and humid world.
This place, Mrs. Wang had a Dutch horse and watched a peony bloom. In that place, Xue Zhengyi was once awe-inspiring, and returned from a battle. Xue Meng walked through the Baishimen, saw the teacher squatting down, ran over the heroic column, and saw the ink burning in the moon. He saw the bustling disciples returning from class in the storm, and the laughter on the bridge was like yesterday.
He fled as fast as he could, stepping forward like a tiger. Then his afterglow saw an old peach tree. He saw the young man under the tree three times and nine times, and raised his head with a smile. He said to the late evening in the white dress:
“The disciple Xue Meng, worshipped the Master.”
Close your eyes.
There are too many past events carried by the dead and the dead, and the pieces are burned inside him. There have been many splendid fires here, and now there are many ashes.
Xue Meng went all the way, the wind and the rain, and the people were jealous.
“Don’t follow me… don’t let me see this again…”
He muttered, shuttled in the shadows of the ghosts, and fled from the youthful moments of arrogance. When he was standing in the foothills, he was soaked and soaked with rain. Like a phoenix whose wings have been withered, it trembles.
cold.
The bones are frozen into ice.
He stared at the deep eyelashes and looked at the palace in the distance. The candlelight was dark. This is the life and death of the past life. When I came to the thorns last time, I have never been careful…
Suddenly, he saw three graves standing in front of the Tongtian Tower.
This is something he has never seen in his own door. He couldn’t help but walk to the details. The three graves, one with a “oil explosion queen”, one was flattened and the stone tablet fell to one side.
The last one is very old and very old.
There was a phantom in front of the grave, but it stood still.
The man’s robes were bloody, wide-sleeved and grounded, standing in front of the shackles and raising their hands on the tombstones.
Xue Meng was shocked, his brain seemed to be puncture by the feather arrow, and the blood of his body rushed to the head at this moment. He screamed: “Ink burns!” To pull the dragon city, but the waist is empty.
Then he remembered that Dragon City was broken. Broken in the last confrontation with the emperor.
The man with his back facing him seemed to hear no sound, just slowly leaning over the tombstone, as if an extremely exhausted journey finally reached the end, Xue Meng saw him put his forehead against the cold stone Face, gently licking.
Xue Meng’s palm ignited a fire, and the orange light splashed.
Regardless of his enthusiasm, he slammed into the back of Xianjun’s back and attacked it.
“boom!”
A loud noise, the fire did not hurt anyone, only the piece of moss that had been growing for a long time.
Xue Meng was shocked, looking around, but what step on the emperor, what black figure, no one – nowhere.
The rain around him was like a torrent, and Wan Mu was stunned by the East, as if there was only one person in the sky. However, the tree shadows are screaming, and it seems that thousands of horses and horses are lurking in the dark forest, in the grass, and the volume of the armor is awaiting.
“Take the fairy king!! Step on the fairy!!”
He shouted, and the sound was instantly crushed into a broken powder by thunder.
Wrong?
How could it be wrong, obviously it is so clear back, obviously standing here just now, obviously that person still reached out and touched the stone tablet, stone monument…
I lived in a hurry.
Xue Meng leaned over and raised his hand to slowly pick up the broken body that had been broken by his own, and picked it up halfway.
That monument is written:
Tomb of the late teacher Chu Yuning
Whose tomb? What tomb? ! ! !
Xue Meng slammed up and slammed back. Lightning white illumined his horrible face. Xue Meng shook his head and said: “No… No… what’s going on… How is it possible?”
He swallowed and tried to calm himself down. He wheezed in the same place for a while before he barely sighed, squinting his eyes and looking at the tombstone.
The body of the monument has been very mottled, at least for more than ten years, not new. There are traces of chiseling on the tablet. It seems that something was originally engraved. Later, some people erased the original words and re-engraved the seven words.
First division.
The tomb of the late night of Chu.
Is this the grave of the last generation?
Xue Meng’s lips are blue, trembling, and the tumbling in his chest is sadness, anger, fear, or something else… He buried his face in his palm, wiped the wet rain, and his heart was confusing.
So, in the future that he did not know, what kind of love and hate?
He is not known, just as he does not know what has been engraved on this stone, and for what reason, who has changed the inscription.
I don’t know.
Xue Meng stayed in the ground for a while, but when he opened his eyes, he saw that the dark golden shadow appeared again. This time, I was closer, and the dragons and tigers of the Lushan River embroidered on the gold robes on the robes were so clearly visible.
That person is like a figure between the soul and the living, neither completely alive nor completely a soul. The man looked at the Tongtian Tower, and Xue Mengyu heard him whispering softly: “Master, you…justify me.”
The sound is ethereal, like a dream.
“I want to go home, I want to go home.” He said, but there was a hint of sorrow in his tone. “I am going home…”
“Master respect…”
With a bang, the Thunder seemed to be hammering the earth, and the hinterland of the mountains and rivers was trembled faintly, and the five internal organs were numb.
“But I don’t have a home…”
Black gold figure suddenly looked back, in this stormy storm, Xue Meng clearly saw his face, the burning face.
The ink burned as if he didn’t see him, just muttered himself: “There is no home… I have to go back… I want to go back!”
He was anxious and desperate: “Let me go back, let me go back! I want to see him… I want to see him!!”
In the thunder and lightning, the black shadow appeared, and Xue Meng was not prevented from being attacked by this cold and violent black wind. The shadow passed through him, with a bitter chill, and it was much cooler than the rain. He was so fascinated that he couldn’t open his eyes and fell to the ground.
“I can’t die… I want to see him!”
Xue Mengqing clearly heard the low-burning ink, and the black shadow flew like a whirlwind to the back mountain of the dead. When he returned to God, he had already disappeared, and the back of the mountain was splashing with a red sky!
……
what happened? What is the shadow just now?
ghost?
He looked pale and stabbed in the place – until someone took him in the back.
At this time, Xue Meng’s whole person has been stretched to the extreme, and he suddenly jumped up when he touched it, like crazy and extremely helpless: “Who?! Who!!”
Mei Han Xue held him and said, “Don’t be afraid, it is me.”
In the woods behind him, he walked out of a very ugly stepping snow palace, but there was a pair of Xue Meng familiar with the light blue. It’s Mei’s big brother who is wearing a cold, cold ice.
Big brother Mei Hanxue stepped out from the forest, holding two swords in his hand, one is his own martial arts, and the other is…
“Snow phoenix.”
Mei Hanxue went to the trepidation of Xue Meng and handed Jiang Yan’s sword to him.
“Ginger Gate asked me to hand it over to you. He said that you used it, you don’t have to refuse for some reason.”
When the younger brother is still somewhat curious: “Can you ask a question, what is your relationship with Jiang Yan?”
“Go away.” The words were interrupted unscrupulously by the eldest brother. “When you go to Wushan Temple together, look at the situation of Chu Zongshi.”
Mei Hanxue dropped this sentence, stunned Xue Meng, knocked on the other’s shoulder with a hurricane stalk, and plunged into the depths of heavy rain without saying a word.
And his twin brothers sighed and raised his hand and patted Xue Meng’s head, and followed his brother to the Wushan Hall, which was swaying in the wind and rain.
