Chapter 167: Master, I don’t want you to be jealous again.
The illusion does not disappear because of the pain of Nangong, and it is still cruelly continuing, spreading the vulgar truths of the year to everyone.
At the edge of Jincheng Pool, Nangong Liu used his feet to grind the face of the cannibal, and looked around and said: "The beast."
"The beast wants the lady's spiritual core, and the Lord can not give it." Xu Shuanglin said, "But the Lord is for the martial arts, or sells his wife."
"What sells and sells, don't say it is so ugly. Rong Shijie was originally poor, and invited the best doctor of Lin Lingyu to see it. She said that she is running out of time. If she is healthy, how can I? Willing to dedicate her to this evil beast."
Xu Shuanglin raised his brow and did not speak.
Nangong Liu stared at the cannibal for a while, and suddenly he was angry and complained with anger: "The fate is unfair."
It seems that he did not expect that his fame and fortune would still blame his fate. Xu Shuanglin was a bit surprised and laughed: "What?"
"I said that the fate is unfair."
"..."
"Why do some people ask for a god, and what the beasts are asking for is a song of sings and sings. When I am here, I am calling a beast, but I want my wife's life. How can I?" How can I choose?"
Nangong Liu looks very angry.
"When I was in Jin Chengchi's request for Shenwu, you also saw it. With the silence of the servant, the master accused. The Chu nightning... Mom, a fifteen or six-year-old boy, even dared to violate me, full of morality and morality. It looks like... I really stand and talk without hurting! I don’t believe that if he is to make a choice, he will choose the former in a wife who is dying and a powerful and powerful!
Xu Shuanglin smiled: "That can't really be said. You don't look at me like this. I mean, they are the kind of gentlemen, you can never guess what you think."
"What else can you think? It’s nothing more than a name for the history of the world. Can I not know them?"
Nangong Liu Yue thought more and more wronged, cursing and kicking the squid.
"Since I became the head of the game, I really suffered aggrieved, the curse did not say, I had to smile at the smile all day long... I also lost my voice, I could suffer the humiliation, or I was afraid to ask for a sword. That year, I had to die in the hands of Chu Yuning."
"You said it is good." Xu Shuanglin actually smiled. "I also think that Chu Ningning really wanted to kill you. But I didn't expect you to persuade him to move, not only from his day." After a death, he sealed his mouth so that he did not publicize what you did at Jincheng Pool. To say that the life-saving ability, I still admire the head of the king."
"He also knows that Confucianism can't be chaotic, and how can he be angry again." Nangong Liudao, "Why, I still have a child, let him think that his mother is a deceased and killed, but it is more than his true stimulation." It is much smaller."
Xu Shuanglin sighed and nodded in a fair position: "No wonder he has to go. If I am him, it should be disgusting."
"Do you think I think? I have a choice? I said it--" Nangong Liudao, "The fate is unfair."
When I saw this, someone quietly looked over to Chu Yuning, and said: "Is it true that Mrs. Rong actually knows about it?"
"He knows that he still helps the Nangong Liu, and he doesn't even tell the world."
"He is probably afraid of things. He was only fifteen years old. If he really offended the Confucianism, he couldn’t eat and walk."
Someone whispered to Chu Yuning: "I don't think so. He just lost it because of the small loss. You didn't say that Nangong Liu didn't say it. Chu Zongshi didn't tell / the truth. It was because Nan Gongyi knew it was sad."
"But he is a little bit different. Is it important for a child to be a child, or is it important to be a master of the school? Hey, if he said it earlier, the Confucianist door would not be in the present situation."
"If you can't say this, if he really said it in the past, I am afraid that there will be a big chaos in the upper repairing world.... In short, everyone has their own choices. If you change to you, you will not be willing to stand up."
"Oh, that may not be, it is me, I will definitely come out immediately to break the true face of Nangong Liu. This kind of thing, you have to stand by, it is equal to accomplice."
Their voices are small, but their ink is good, and a few words float into his ears. When he is angry, he is about to talk about it, but his sleeves are pulled.
"Master!"
Chu night Ning looked faint and shook his head: "No need to say anything."
"This is not the case at all! They didn't understand it? In that case, how can you make things public? Who can't tell the priorities? Clearly-"
Chu night Ning faintly: "Im?"
The ink nodded.
Chu Xiaoning said: "What do you have to do?"
The ink burned and nodded.
Chu night Ning said: "Yes, then you help me with an ear."
"..."
"I don't want to argue with it, but I don't want to hear it. You help me, wait until they don't say it, and you let go."
The ink burned really went to the late night of Chu, and raised his hand, one side, holding his ear. He looked at the people in front of him and only felt very angry and very distressed. He really couldn't understand why he had done everything so well, and would someone be dissatisfied? This person's two generations seem to be living for others. I have never been selfish for a day. Why is it that as long as one thing is controversial, as long as one thing is not so black and white, it is necessary to be poked by so many people. ?
It seems that things are always like this. People are used to being grateful for a good deed of the wicked, and biting a bit of a good man's fault.
The predecessor stepped on the immortal murder of countless people, and the wrong medicine was given on a certain day, and the masters of the Wushou Temple were given 10,000 gold each, so they were praised by people. They all said that they stepped down to form a knife and became a Buddha. During that time, people were in the mouth. Because of this little good deed, because of this little good deed, it is full of dazzling brilliance.
And what about Chu Ning? Chu Yuning is an undisputed guru, a fairy who is the best in the world, so if he is a star or a half, he will be inadvertently speculated.
How many times are the case.
Chu nightning is doing things, and some people roar him cold-blooded.
When Chu’s work was soft, some people questioned him for fear.
During the five-year tour, the ink-burning people even heard someone talking about the outside of the coloring town of Chendie, and there was a voice that Chu Xianning was trying to seduce the public, so he whip his employer and hurt the mortal.
"He is a wood man without conscience, or you look at it. Where do normal people have no friends?" Look at this late night, at the age of fifteen, he rebelled against the master of sin, and later he has been alone. Big, who wants to be his friend?"
"Yeah, in the same year, the Chendie of Caidie Town, how is it wrong, it is also the employer, Chu nightning is so heavy, then regardless of the face of the sect, regardless of the rules of the fairy door, I think he is lonely for a long time, and my heart is somewhat distortion."
Psychological distortion?
Who is distorted?
Isn’t this person paying enough?
Is it really necessary to squeeze out his blood, chew the meat, and even sacrifice the bones to go out, is it right, is it good, is it a veritable Chu Zong teacher?
The ink burned his ears, and Chu was rather tall and slender, but standing in front of the current smoldering, his head was only to his chin. Chu Evening was not a weak and weak person, but the ink burned his eyelashes and looked at him, but suddenly he felt very pitiful, could not help but give birth to unlimited love and softness.
He wants to hug this person more than ever before.
Without love/desire, just want to hold him, and want to give him a warmth in the flesh and blood between the heavens and the earth, nothing more.
For these questions, but the question of the export, and the words "If it is me, how must I, how?", Chu Evening is more than the burning habits, it seems very dull.
At this time, Jin Chengchi’s memories were over, and the memories were re-collapsed and reorganized. Chu Yuening turned his eyes away and landed on Nangong Temple.
Nangong squatted at him, kept groaning and never stood up again.
Chu night Ning sighed softly.
He and Nangong Temple, although there is no name for mentoring, but there are masters and apprentices. If you can, he really hopes that Nangong’s life will be that he is unfortunately killed when he killed the monster. For so many years, the paper was still penetrated by flames and burned to ashes.
In the eyes of Chu Xiaoning, the Nangong Temple, now squatting, and the child who was in the hall of the temple, overlapped in this way.
The child was awkwardly carrying a sneak peek, but his back was very raw, and he couldn’t even get up. He wiped his tears and slowly turned his back to his mother.
"There is a fish in the north, and it is called 鲲. The big one, I don’t know how many thousands of miles. It’s a bird, it’s called Peng...” He groaned, every time he stopped, his young and tender face There are pains that should not be suffered by this age. "And the world... reputation... without persuasion, the world...not...not adding...frustration, it must be ... inside and outside, Debate..."
The soft voice of the child came to an abrupt end. He didn't carry it down. The little body was trembling gently, like Puliu in the wind. He finally covered his face and couldn't stand it anymore. He burst into tears.
"A Niang... I am wrong, my nephew is wrong... You wake up and wake up well, A Niang... I am no longer playing, you wake up, you teach me again, okay?"
Later, Xiaoyao Tour became a essay written by each of the early lessons of Nangong Temple, accompanied by him, from coveted children to the genius of Confucianism.
Mrs. Rong left and could never teach him.
Soon after, Chu Yuening also left, and did not look back.
Nangong Yu has never been a teacher. He relies on this old sac that is patched by the seams. With the phrase "gracious grievance, murder and piracy, it is my Confucian gentleman who can't do it." In the first door of the world, he grew up to be a different person from his father.
At this time, the death of Mrs. Rong has passed for nearly fifteen years.
The illusion once again gathered. This time, in front of everyone, it was the sleeping hall of Nangong Liu. It was the night of the full moon. The Nangong was huddled on the bed, and the mat was covered with a mat, and Mrs. Zhu was obviously summer. However, Nangong Liu was wrapped in several layers of thick scorpions, constantly shaking, and his lips were blue.
Chu nightning shot the hand that burned the ink: "Let it loose, I want to see it."
Ink ignited: "You can also not watch, I will tell you." He still didn't want to put down the hand that licked the ears of Chu, but he was shot twice by Chu Ning, but he knew that he had to hang his hand. On the one hand, he was still very gloomy and swept around. He wanted to say who is going to say that he was not in the middle of the night. He stamped himself in his mind and went back to find these people alone.
In the illusion, Xu Shuanglin walked in through the doorway and walked a slap in the same place. There was no rule. However, Nangong Liu seems to get used to it, and did not care. His eyes were bloodshot and he asked: "Shrimp forest, medicine? Medicine?"
"With it, it failed."
Nan Gongliu shouted "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh The thorn is tying himself! You, you can help me close the windows, don't spill a little light, don't do anything..."
"It's already closed. Today is the full moon. Even if you don't go out, you will feel pain." Xu Shuanglin said, "It's useless, you can't escape."
"No - no! Medicine?" Nangong Liu is a bit mad. "Pharmaceutical medicine!! You can say it! I believe you! Medicine!"
"I read through the scrolls again. I can't match it. The evil in your body is too poisonous. You have to have one thing to unlock."
"What?! I can give anything you want!! Just give me medicine! Give me medicine!!"
Xu Shuanglin said: "I want to cast a man's spiritual core."
"!"
Nangong Liucha was pale in the face.
"Spiritual nuclear... you want... you want his spiritual core?"
"Have it?"
"How can there be!!" Nangong Liu snarls, hair is scattered, mouth drooling, "You know who cursed me! My good teacher, that waste... pustules... gentleman! Luo Fenghua! He married me The position, when I drove him off the throne, he had already smashed his corpse! I also pressed his ashes into the **** pool of the feng shui, sending him the soul into the hell, never surviving! His bones are ruined! You want me to find his nucleus? How do I find it? How do I find it!?!"
Xu Shuanglin calmed for a while, waiting for Nangong Liu Yan to finish, gradually becoming desperate, and his throat was sobbing, he slowly said: "I still have a way, just hard to do. Do you want to listen?"
"Say... talk, you are going to say!"
"Luo Fenghua is dead, but you should know that the ghosts that broke into the infernal **** have been recorded in "The Dead", although they can never be super-life, but they can aggregate the three souls and seven scorpions, giving birth to the skin and flesh of life, forming a ghost, the more It is the tragic death of a ghost, the stronger it is, and some even grow a giant python outside the ghost, protecting the soul."
"What about that? I can't go to **** in hell."
"You can't go, but he can come." Xu Shuanglin smiled slightly and looked very peaceful in the candlelight. It seemed to be talking about which friend to go to drink tea tonight. "Ghost and Yang are enchanted. Barrier barriers, as long as the aggregation to the pure five aura, can tear open the gap of hell."
"Tear open... the gap in hell?"
Xu Shuanglin smiled and said: "Yes, tearing open the gap, and attracting Luo Fenghua's ghosts. The ghost is exactly the same as the body before birth. There is also a nucleus. You eat his flesh and blood, and then take out his spiritual core, not cursing."
He paused and said: "It’s just that the five auras are a little difficult to gather. It is best to need the best spirit of the best... Don’t worry, let me think about it."
Nangong Liu opened his mouth and wanted to say something more. What he could send out was a terrible mourning. He swayed and slammed on the bed.
"Is there really such pain?" Xu Shuanglin sighed. "Your master, I must have hated your sorcerer, and it would be a pitiful curse on the ring. It is really pitiful."
"Hey..."
"Okay, forbearance, it won't hurt if it's dawn." Xu Shuanglin said, sitting down on the bed, his legs crossed, one hand holding the shackles, one hand licking his feet, "I am accompanying You, talk to you, distract and distract, you are not so painful."
The whole man of Nangong Liu arched into the depths of the quilt and snorted and gasped.
Xu Shuanglin said: "Hey, what are you talking about?...Do you want to talk about it? He is also a child who is not easy. The natural spirit is violent and it is easy to get rid of the evil spirits. This seems to be the dysentery of the Nangong family. I heard that he was a great-grandfather. Is there something wrong with this?"
The Nangong squash was under the quilt and swallowed: "Well."
"What are you going to do?"
"What to do." Nan Gongliu’s voice was fighting. "His illness is better than mine, so much better. After he married his wife... all of them can pass the double repair and suppress the flow of the spirit. You, Still... still care more about my curse..."
"I don't always care about your curse? But the more you think, the more painful you will be." Xu Shuanglin turned his head again and smiled with his toes. "But this double repair will not be right. The body of the companion is so good? I heard that my great-grandmother went to a young age."
"Waste, nonsense."
"Oh, I just asked casually. I didn't think she was really dead because of the double repair." Xu Shuanglin exclaimed, "The Confucianist door is really deep, and the head is actually going to take the wife's life to help him through the disaster."
"Women's life... this is... useless."
Xu Shuanglin smiled and said: "So look down on women."
"Too much training, you don't understand."
"I don't understand, what did the head say?"
"The Confucianist Gate, when you are a gentleman."
"Yes."
"What is a gentleman? Is it a man, do you understand?"
"...hey, it’s disrespectful. The head, you misinterpreted this sentence, fearing that you should live too hard from the hero."
Nangong Liu Yan said: "You haven't married your wife, you don't understand. Women... It's useless, only to pass on the family, it's their responsibility. Grandmother can sacrifice for her grandfather, and she is willing..."
"Is willing?" Xu Shuanglin smiled. "So, do you have to find someone who is willing to do it with him and kill him?"
"...has already found it..."
Xu Shuanglin said: "What? Who? Who and who?" He looked very gossip, climbed into the bed and almost climbed out of the quilt. "Yes, you have even the Confucianism in your heart." The lady of the young master has a choice, then you will talk to me soon."
Nangong Liu wrapped his quilt in the depths of the bed and endured it for a while. He was hoarse and said: "You are a righteous woman, and the leaves are forgotten."
"!"