Chapter 281: [The sorrow of death] I want to be more good

Chapter 281: [The sorrow of death] I want to be more good

"what……"

Many of the older people couldn't stand this kind of mentoring, and immediately covered their sleeves and frowned.

"What is this system!"

The woman repaired the tea bowl in her hand and lowered her head. "I felt weird and stunned at the time. But both of them are famous masters. I said that I dare not think about the place where there are people." But looking back at this time, the two of them are really not quite right."

She paused and continued: "There are those words that you just mentioned before, Shi Mingjing was caught before he was arrested. At that time, his words were vague, I only felt awkward, never thought about it, now I want to come, he It means that it should have been a sigh of relief, and later changed his mind and fell in love with Chu.

Everyone will not say anything.

A lot of inconspicuous details have become clear at this time.

Suddenly someone whispered: "When the Tianyin Pavilion was robbed, have you gone? When Chu nightning comforted him, I seemed to see him kiss his forehead."

"Ah!" The description of the details is more disgusting, but it is more and more curious. "Who is who?"

The man scratched his head and explained: "Chu Ning has kissed the ink."

"..."

"You haven't seen it yet?"

Everyone said that they didn't see it clearly. The man then said with a hand: "Well, then when I didn't say it. Maybe it was my eyes that I was wrong."

But many times, "just when I didn't say it" is actually a nonsense, and it has the same effect as "there is a saying that I don't know if I don't know what to say."

Can the water poured out be recovered? So this kind of nausea is becoming more and more vivid. If the apprentices take the initiative, it will be better.

This kind of private discussion and speculation is of course not limited to this broken temple. As the biggest suspect, Mo-burn and Chu-Lingning became talks in the streets and lanes.

The so-called good things don't go out, the evils go a long way, the topic of "teachers and filial piety" can make people sleepy, and the "teachers and apprentices" can make the eyes of the whole dinner table gather together in an endless stream. On the mouth. Even if someone suspects that someone is dissatisfied, it does not hinder the rumors.

So for a time, I guessed everything - saying that the ink burned on the bed, saying that Xue Meng and Chu Xi Ning also had dyed, saying that Shi Yi and Chu Xi Ning are probably not clean. In this way, the original Beidou Xianzun, which became clean and clean, became a perverted old man who liked a handsome boy.

"It’s never been empty talk," it’s never been empty.

"Look at his three apprentices, which one is not the top one. It is said that he does not have this thought. Do you believe?"

"When the ink burned just before the entry party, did Chu latenight refuse to accept him? I have a friend who knows in the dead, and he told me that the ink burned and went to Honglian Water for a night, then Chu night. Ning will accept him - why? This is still used to ask, have slept, and burned the bed."

The people who are hooked on these details are tickle and talk about it more and more.

"The time when the ink was burning, it was just a weak crown, and it was really good to go to the night."

"Suddenly understand why the woman who went to peek at his bath was half-dead, I am afraid I saw something that I should not see."

After a few silences, then there was a hooligan who smiled in disappointment and said, "Oh, actually, I am really curious. You said, when they are sleeping, who is above, who is below?"

"It must be the ink burning below. You know the temper of Chu Xiaoning. He is so proud. He will never find a disciple to sleep."

"Thinking like this, the ink burns is really pitiful... I was forced to go to bed with an old man who was so old. The temper is hard and hard to serve. It is not the best looking, it must be disgusting. Let's go."

"Ugh……"

These swear words are not the most arrogant. As time goes by, there are a few cherished pieces that have been recognized as identities. They are all disciples of life and death.

If one or two are coincidental, then the clues that are caught every time point to the shackles of life and death, that is, the innocent sects will inevitably become the target of public criticism, causing great panic.

In the past few days, some people have come to the point of dying, but they have all eaten closed doors.

"Snow is not in the door, what will happen in a few days."

"Where did Xue Zhengzhen go?"

Seeing the other party directly calling the name of the Lord, the young disciple of the goalkeeper came to the temper: "Since the change, my head has been running around the clock, busy with the chess pieces, and personally, wherever he is suffering, where is he, you find it yourself!"

Those who are looking for troubles sneer: "Busy and flatten the pieces? I think it is busy to control the pieces, and the criminals are burning and burning."

"What are you talking about?!"

"I don't talk nonsense?" The humanity, "The smoldering practice of escaping, the late night of the murder of Chu, the escape of the prisoner, combined with Xue Zhengxuan's enthusiasm for the enthusiasm, these days, the disciples of life and death are made into chess. Say that you are not stupid behind this sect, who believes?"

In the face of these pieces of chasing, Xue Zhengyi always sighed exhaustedly after listening to the sigh, saying: "The Qing dynasty is self-cleaning, and now this world, can do what he has on hand, thank you very much. Don't worry about what they are talking about, let them go."

On this day, someone came to the mountain gate and brought a few bodies, saying that they would let the dead and the dead pay for their lives.

Xue Zhengxuan came back late at night. He was covered in blood and suffered several injuries. While listening to Mrs. Wang telling him about these things, he washed the sludge on his face and took a breath, not immediately snoring.

Mrs. Wang said: "It’s not a way to go on like this. You see if you should go to Tianyinge for help..."

"And Tianyinge ask for help?" Xue Zhengyi passed his eyes, and there was a scratch on the cheek. "I don’t see the place in Tianyin Pavilion. The wood smoke is like a clay sculpture." , it’s a simple idiot.”

Mrs. Wang is busy to cover his mouth: "You can't talk nonsense."

"..."

"I know that you are not feeling well." Mrs. Wang sighed and touched his face. "But what is the solution? It is a descendant of the gods. It is the Chitose school of the gods. They are very powerful. So even Three hundred years ago, no one dared to question them during the disaster of Ping Wang. What strength did you have to incite it?"

Xue Zhengxuan’s eyes are resentful and seem to want to say something, but he does not know how to say it. Finally, he threw the towel from the wound, and went to the window alone. He held his hand in front of the window and looked at the outer round of the moon.

"You said what happened to the burning child at the moment." After a long time, he was hoarse and asked.

Mrs. Wang dragged her long skirt and walked over to him: "The husband..."

The moonlight sprinkled on the man's face, and the face that had always been a haha's face smirked at the moment, and it seemed so exhausting, and even some old-fashioned.

"Although he is not my brother's biological family, he even killed my relatives. But for so many years... Do you understand? For so many years, I have taken him... I..."

"I understand. You don't have to say it anymore, I know." Mrs. Wang's eyes are also a bit red. "I am the same."

Xue Zhengyi buried his face in his palm, groaning with pain and pain, suddenly bowed his body and coughed hard.

It’s hard to stop the cough, and the hand is removed, but it is the blood of a palm.

Mrs. Wang was ashamed, and she was in a hurry: "How do you hurt so much? Lie down, let me see."

"There is nothing to look at." Xue Zhengyi wiped the blood with a towel. "I was injured by a little internal injury. It will be good for a few days."

"Tomorrow, you should stop running outside. You look at the head of another family. Who is like you?"

Xue Zhengyi seems to want to squeeze out a smile, but he is too tired, both physically and mentally exhausted, and the smile is half-finished: "The children and Yu Heng are still missing, and these days are not quite flat." The impermanent towns at the foot of the mountain have been murdered a few days ago, and nine people have died. At this time, let me sit?"

"..." Mrs. Wang stared at him with a pair of eyes and looked at him silently.

Xue Zhengyi patted her head: "You know me, it's impossible."

Mrs. Wang bit her lip and said: "Then you will rest at least for a day. You have been vomiting blood, you can't be contemptuous. Can you forget how your brother went?"

The last trace of smile on Xue Zhengyi’s face also condensed.

He saw Mrs. Wang’s eyes falling, and the soft eyelashes under the faint faint sorrow, and could not help but sigh, saying, “You, don’t cry... I’m so big... oh, ok. Then, I will stay in the martial art tomorrow, and I will not go anywhere. I will take a day off and then go out again. Is this the head office?"

Mrs. Wang choked: "I don't care about you, the tube can't help, wherever you go."

"Where can it be." Xue Zhengxuan smiled bitterly. "Well, don't worry. You see me for decades, what big winds have not seen, it's okay. You believe me, it will be alright."

On the second day, Xue Zhengyi did not go out, but he did not idle, and he was mulling in the library.

"Respect the Lord, the Lord has given you the medicine, and you should drink it hot."

Xue Zheng said: "Let's put it."

He was thinking about the important places, and he didn't have any thoughts to get up and left, and he was busy until the afternoon. Later, due to the onset of abdominal rib injury, I thought of slowly taking the already cold medicine.

Stepping out of the library, Xue Zhengyi asked the disciple who was guarding the door: "Mrs. and Xue Meng?"

"The young master has just returned from the foot of the mountain. My wife is burning incense in the ancestral hall, and is going to call them?"

Xue Zhengyi originally wanted to talk to them and rest for a while. But when I was about to speak, I felt that I was dizzy in front of me - he was old, and he was no longer a young man in his twenties. He recovered well after being injured and slept.

He had to serve the old.

"Forget it, don't bother them." Xue Zhengyi endured the pain and smiled reluctantly. "I went to the retreat to meditate for a while. If there is something, come there and look for me."

"Yes, respect the Lord."

Xue Zhengyi raised his hand and patted the shoulder of the disciple. It was about a time when the fusion of the disciples was awkward. His whole state of mind was a bit desolate. At this time, he looked at the little disciple in front of him and couldn’t help but sigh in the heart. It was the most lush. Great good years.

And he, if you can do something more for the good times of these young people, then it would be better.

"Go, those books that I have messed up, bother you..."

He didn't finish his words. Suddenly someone rushed to see Xue Xingyu squatting down, looking at the look of a big disaster, and said: "Respect the Lord! Not good!"

This all-night screaming of Xue Zhengqi's abdominal ribs is even more painful. Oh, really, I knew that I should let the greedy wolf diagnose it first.

His face was white, but he still had a painful question: "I am in a hurry, what happened?"

The disciple said with a deep heart: "Dan Xindian came to all the martial art in the upper sect, even including the world's first big party."

Xue Zhengxuan snorted and vaguely guessed the reason, but still said: "...what they are doing."

"It is said that this time, there are too many complaints and doubts about the death and death. They said that they can no longer sit back and watch, and they must ask the Lord and ask the Lord." The disciple said more and more, I almost have to shed tears. "Respect the Lord, look at their posture, I am afraid it will force us to disperse."

"..." Xue Zhengyi's face was blue and green, biting his molars, raising his hand at several acupuncture points on the abdominal ribs, and endured discomfort. "It's true and false, it's too deceptive."

He turned his head and said to the bookstore: "Don't say anything to the lady before, lest she worry too much."

"Yes."

After the command, Xue Zhengyi slammed the little disciple who was stunned on the ground and said, "Come with me to the front hall."