The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 120: Master retreat



Chapter 120: Master retreat

The beginning of the pilgrimage, the red clouds are all over the sky. Although the time is still early, there are already a large number of disciples gathered in the lotus pond. They are dressed in sorrow, they are all coveted and stand on both sides of the road.

"咚-咚-咚-"

The sound of the morning bell came from the Tongtian Tower, and several people in the distance carried the coffin slowly. The first is Xue Zhengyi, the elder of the wolf, the back row is ink, Xue Meng. Left and right, the teacher and a monk who is half-old and old. They stepped on the slippery bluestone road and gradually came from the mist.

The monk carried a lantern and it was bright tomorrow, but the brilliance of the lantern was still not lost in the daytime. The golden brilliance was like a summer flower, and it was dazzling.

The disciples have bowed their heads and sighed. They have heard that the master of guilty sins of the Temple of Nostalgia has made a special trip for the elders of Yu Heng, and it is sure that this sinister singer is. For this legendary figure, the younger generations are still awe and overwhelmed by curiosity. On the long mountain road, no one dared to look carefully, only to hear the scepter, and saw a pair of smashing shoes in the hanging field. After that, the master went so far, leaving everyone standing.

The coffin was steadily carried all the way, because it was a resurrection, not buried, and no one was crying. When I arrived at the Honglian Water Margin, I was guilty of guilty and said: "Just put it in the lotus pond, where there is plenty of aura and it is easy to cast spells."

"Well, listen to the master!" Xue Zhengxuan led the rest of the people and put Xuan Bingyi there. "There is still a need for the master, even though the opening is. You saved Yuheng, it saved me. Xue is a half-life, and Xue Mou will try his best to help!"

"Thank you for the good intentions of Xue Zhangmen." He said with sin, "There is no need for poverty. If it is in the future, it will not be late."

"Cheng, the master can be very welcome."

He was guilty of sinning his hands and smiling. He smiled at Xue Zhengyi and then turned to look at other people: "Being poor, not for the elders of Chu, it takes five years. In order to avoid confusion, since the day From then on, the Honglian Shuiyu will close the door and thank the guests. After five years, the resurrection of the Elder Chu will be reopened."

Although Xue Meng had already heard about it before, but once again confirmed from the guilty mouth that the teacher would wake up five years later, he could not help but still be blind. Silently lowered his head.

"If the donors want to say goodbye to the elders of Chu, please go to the side. After today, it will take more than a thousand days to meet again."

Everyone went in turn.

First, Xue Zhengxuan and the elders, they all said goodbye before the embarrassment, Xue Zheng said: "I wish to meet soon."

Greedy Wolf Road: "Wake up early."

Ruan said: "May everything go smoothly."

Lu Cun sighed: "Some envy of you, five years of freezing, and it will not appear old."

The rest of the elders were more or less short, and each had some rhetoric. Soon it was Xue Meng’s turn. Xue Meng originally wanted to endure it, but he used to be used to it. He didn’t hold back, and finally he fell in tears on the night of the night. .

While wiping his tears, he whimpered: "Master, you will practice the knife if you are not there. After the Lingshan Conference, I will never give you a face. When you wake up, I will tell you my good name. Under the command of my teacher, there is no disciplinary disciple."

Xue Zhengyi walked over and patted him on the shoulder. Xue Meng did not take his father as usual, but turned his nose and reluctantly turned away. He does not want to be a young boy who relies only on his father in front of the master.

Then I went to the teacher, and the teacher’s eyes were moist. I didn’t say anything. I looked down at Chu’s night for a while and retreated to the side silently.

After he left, a pale pink Begonia flower was gently placed in the coffin. The hand that was resting on the flower still had some juvenile forms, but it was already very slender.

The ink burned on the side of the lake, and the wind blew gently across the lake, sending the lotus sweet and sweet. The shredded hair on his forehead was blown a little, but he raised his hand and sorted out the face of Chu Xiaoning.

The ink burned his lips, and there seemed to be a lot of words to say, but in the end, it was just hoarse and gently said: "I am waiting for you."

Waiting for you?

He did not say. He felt that he should want to say that when you wake up, it seems that he only said this sentence and felt that it was not enough. It seems that he can\'t express his inner feelings of fullness and crowdedness. His heart is like a hot magma. When the magma can\'t find an accurate exit, he runs rampage in his heart and hits him with a panic. .

He felt that one day his heart would be broken, and when the lava would run out, he would be ash in the wrath of the sea.

But now, he is still not sure what the hot feelings are.

So he only said "wait for you."

The red lotus water is finally closed.

The huge enchantment falls like a door that divides life and death and keeps everyone out.

Since then, Xia He\'s fragrance, winter snow and silence, for five years, no one else can enjoy in the water.

The bamboo leaves are bleak, the sea otters fall, and from the outside of the red lotus rafts to the front of the mountain gates, the disciples have fallen, and the three burning, Xue Meng, and Shi Yi are at the forefront of this endless river.

Xue Zhengzheng Sheng Zhenlinmu, ringing the line of clouds: "Send, Yuheng elders retreat."

The disciples sighed and said: "Gong Gong, Yu Heng elders retreat."

Thousands of people\'s voices were mixed and flowed into the stream, bursting into the lingering death of the smoke, and the crows were screaming, screaming and screaming, and daring around the treetops. The rumbling voice is like a thunder, rolling over the clouds, straight through the Han.

"Gong Gong, the teacher retreats." The ink whispered.

Long down.

Shoujun five years.

After Yu Heng retreats, the three prostitutes under his seat are not willing to temporarily work on the rest of the elders.

Due to the qualifications, the mind and other reasons, the teacher and Xue Meng stayed on the mountain, and the ink burned the choice.

However, the reason why he made this choice, in addition to his own suitable for the experience, but also because of the heavy life, there are many things that are different from the past, and do not say the change of Chu Yuning here, the most worried about him is the fake hook Chen.

There is a speculation in his heart that the person who has been hiding behind the scenes is also born again. After all, this person can say that there is a total of eight or nine for the mastery of the chess game, and until the last life until he died, there is no second person in the world to play this access control to such a degree.

Investigating the identity of the person is not his strength. After experiencing the battle of Choi Butterfly Town, the entire comprehension community is concentrating on it, waiting for the old man in the dark night to reveal the fox tail. This does not require him to intervene too much. .

Ink burning knows that he is not smart, only abundance and abundance, and his talent for cultivation is amazing. Since he is destined to have another battle in the future, what he can do is to return himself to the powerful strength before rebirth.

He was a destroyer in his previous life.

In this life, he is going to be a protector.

Soon after the late retreat of Chu, the ink burned in front of the mountain gate of the dead.

He carries his bag and will travel.

There are not many people who come to send him, Xue Zhengyi, Mrs. Wang, and the teacher.

Xue Zhengyi patted him on the shoulder and said awkwardly: "Menger does not come, he said..."

The ink burned: "He said that he wants to practice the knife in the forest, no time to send me?"

"..." Xue Zhengyi was even more embarrassed, and he could not help but swear. "The kid is really ignorant!"

Ink smirked: "He wants to take the lead at the Lingshan Conference. It is okay to practice diligence. It is up to him to give him a face."

Xue Zhengyi hesitated to look at his eyes and burned his eyes. "The Lingshan Conference is the peak of the orthodox sect of the orthodox sorcerer. It is a great enthusiasm for the singularity of the sacred sorcerer. Although it can be very strong, I am afraid that the conference will not recognize the mixed efforts of the three religions. If you miss it, it is a pity."

Ink burning: "I have my cousin."

"You don\'t want to take a place?"

The ink burned this time is really laughing.

Ranking?

In the last generation of the Lingshan Conference, he was wronged and was sentenced to no past, and there was resentment in his heart. But now, what is this little thing? He has experienced many deaths and deaths. In the torrent of catastrophe, he never wants to eager, from eagerness to resentment, from resentment to relief, from relief to embarrassment.

Up to now, what he is looking for is no longer a good wine, a good pilgrimage, not a revenge complaint, a spurt.

The infinite prosperity of the cloud, the drunkenness of the paper, he has seen it, and he has already become tired of it. He does not want to go back. He only feels that it is very cold, and no one is with him.

They are all people who have stepped on the emperor\'s emperor. They used to call for the rain in the mountains of Mount Tai. Where will I care about the applause of the Lingshan, cheering in three or two.

As for ranking...

Who loves to row and who to go.

"I still want to do something else." Ink smiled. "Xue Meng is a son, the son has a son, and I am a gangster, and there is a mix of days."

Mrs. Wang couldn’t help but pity: "Stupid child, what do you say, you are the same as Menger, and there is a difference between the sons and the sons."

The ink burns and smiles, but it is bitter.

Born to be rich and born to be humble, that is, good luck has come to this life and death, but the first ten years are all over, how can it be the same?

But seeing Mrs. Wang’s feelings of tenderness and concern, naturally it’s hard to say anything, nodded: “The aunt said, I didn’t say good.”

Mrs. Wang smiled and shook her head and gave him a small kitu with a small sac, with a thorn on Du Ruhua, saying: "You are traveling outside, no one is taking care of it. You are holding this kit, there are a lot of wounds in it, all of them are Mother-made, better than the average store to buy, carefully close, do not want to fall."

The smoldering is very grateful: "Thank you aunt."

The teacher said: "I don\'t have anything for you, only this jade, you wear it, it is used by Wen Yangling."

After the ink burned, I saw that the white jade was like gelatin, and the tentacles were warm, which was extremely rare. He was busy re-entering Yu Pei back to the teacher\'s hand and said: "I can\'t take it away, it\'s too expensive. What\'s more, my spiritual core is the fire system. I have to raise it again... I am afraid I have to go to the fire."

Shi Yan smiled and said: "What is messy, how can it go into flames?"

"I won\'t accept it anyway." The ink burns very much. "You are weak and your body will be better."

"But I was the one who took it to you at the Xuanyuan Meeting..."

I heard him say so, I feel very warm, but more is distressed: "The things of Xuanyuan will be high prices. This jade is really not very useful for me. It is very good for you. Teacher, mind, me. I’ve got it, but you’re taking it for yourself. Remember to wear it on weekdays and raise a spirit.”

The teacher also wants to say something more, and the ink has already circumvented Yupe’s string and placed him in front of him.

"It\'s pretty good," he said with a smile. He raised his hand and patted the shoulder of the teacher. "You wear more than I wear. I am so rough, I am afraid that I will take things in two days. I got a touch."

"The burning child said it is good. Although everyone can wear it, it is still the most comfortable for the people of the water core. You can keep it yourself."

Since Mrs. Wang has opened her mouth, the teacher is naturally listening to her words. She nodded and said to the ink: "They take care."

"Don\'t worry, I will always write to you."

The farewell was just around the corner, but the teacher was a little sad, but listening to him said, he couldn’t help but laugh: "The words you write are only understandable by the master."

When I mentioned the late night of Chu, I didn’t know what it was like in my heart.

The hatred of the bones has dissipated, and the cockroaches are still there. It seems that the scars are scarred, and the whole heart is painful and itchy.

He took advantage of this feeling, alone, and went down the mountain.

"one two Three……"

He lowered his head and walked, silently counting in his heart.

"One hundred one, one hundred two, one hundred and three..."

When he reached the foot of the mountain, he couldn\'t help but look back and look at the misty life and death. The long stone steps couldn\'t be seen, and he muttered, "Three thousand seven hundred and ninety-nine."

He walked all the way and counted down all the way.

This is the number of steps leading to the mountain gate. On that day, Chu nightning carried the number of steps he climbed.

He felt that he could never forget the hands of Chu Yuning in his life, cold, full of blood, and damaged.

A person who is good or evil is often not his nature. Everyone is like a field, some people are fortunate, the stalks are scattered with the wheat and rice seedlings, and in the autumn, the grain is full, the rice is fragrant, everything is good, it is commendable.

But there are still fields that don\'t have such a good path. The seeds of the poppy are planted between the soil, and the spring breeze blows, giving birth to the sin of bliss, and the sky is full of gold and red blood. People blame it, swear it, fear it, and they are all drunk in their shackles, decaying into scum.

In the end, the Yishi Renren will gather together, throwing a fire into the field, twisting the rising smoke, they said that he is a hotbed of industry, saying that he is a devil, saying that he eats people and does not spit bones, saying that he is damn, No conscience.

He twitched in pain in the fire, 呻/吟, and the poppies quickly distort and turned into stinky soil.

But he used to be a good field, and he also longed for sunshine and sunshine.

Who cast the first dark seed, and later the sin became a disaster, and it was out of control.

This piece of land, warm and good, splendid, and fired, became gray.

Abandoned.

No one wants it anymore. He is an abandoned old land.

So he never thought about it, and there will be someone who came to his life and gave him a chance to turn over and plow and start all over again.

Chu nightning.

He wants to meet him five years later, today is the first day of five years.

He suddenly realized that he had already begun to miss the face of Chu Yuning, harsh, annoyed, gentle, solemn, and upright.

The ink burns slowly and closes your eyes.

He is carefully thinking about past and present life, how many past events are blowing, and he gradually realizes that the original ghost of the sky is actually the biggest watershed in his life.

He loved a person deeply in his previous life.

Later, the man gave his life and he went to hell.

In this life, another person loves him.

Later, the man gave his life and crossed him back to the world.


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