Chapter 298: [The dying of life and death] people are not as good as days
The rain hits the tile, and in the silence, the teacher drank the tea, as if he had made up his mind, saying, "I will show you something."
He took out a rusted bronze mirror from the Qiankun bag, and the mirror edge engraved with the Feifeng Youlong, carved with the sun and the moon.
"This mirror is called yesterday's book, it is my father's relic. My father's surname is wood... Master respects must be guessed somewhat. I am a half-sister and brother."
When he finished, he bit his finger and dripped blood on the mirror. The mirror began to fog. When the fog was gone, some illusions appeared on the mirror surface. Those phantoms gradually form and form a clear scene and face -
It is the viewing platform of Tianyin Pavilion. The picture is in the hot summer day. The lotus pond below the viewing platform is filled with red dragonfly.
There is a lady in the Chinese costume standing on the side of the squatting side, touching the little finger of Zhu Xi, and feeding the fish in the dish. The pool is so bright. Although the woman was born with exquisite elegance, she was extremely cold. When she turned her head and talked with the waiter, she could see that she had a pair of Ruifeng eyes, her eyes were slightly up, and some fierce and arrogant.
Chu night Ning slightly frowned, looked at her, looked up and looked at the teacher.
"She is not my mother." The teacher looked like he saw the doubts of Chu Xiaoning and smiled. "She is Lin's mother, Lin."
Soon after, a young woman wearing a silk embroidered skirt and wearing a Tianyin Pavilion walked into the picture from the edge of the bronze mirror. She touched the appearance of only 17 or 18 years old, and her face was tender and gentle. The teacher smirked the mirror and said: "This is my mother.... She is the descendant of the sacred sacred Song Xing, who used her as a livestock to raise her name. She did not give her a name. She escaped and wanted to give herself I got a name, but Song is the big surname of the skeletal beauty. She didn't dare to take it. So she used the chemical word of Huabi, and took a homonym. She called herself Huayi.
"It is the meaning of returning home. My mother knows that after the 蝶骨族 can return to the devil world, I always hope to bring all the people back home."
The bronze mirror mottled could not cover the face of Huagui. She was talking to Lin in a gentle and gentle manner. Chu Xiaoning noticed that Lin’s picture had been cold and cold, and other maids were sincere and fearful. Only Huagui’s laughter was awkward. The true meaning of the twelve points for the hostess.
Chu night Ning raised his eyes: "How did she enter Tianyin Pavilion?"
"It was the high-ranking disciple of Tianyinge who helped her. In fact, those recorded in the book are not the truth. My mother did not leave from him after she escaped from the moonlight night. They were very affectionate, my mother. I begged him to find a way to put his own family. The disciple listened to her, so she managed to steal the fire from Tianyin Pavilion and helped her."
Chu night Ning's eyebrows rolled a shallow mark, and the heart was actually like this.
The records in the books of history are not always correct. Some truths will be slowly eroded by the flood of years. When the people of that era are old, Fanghua is no longer, no one knows the true meaning of the past.
The teacher paused and said, "After two years, the comprehension community gradually forgot the murder of the moonlight night. It happened that at that time, Mrs. Lin of the Tianyin Pavilion gave birth to a woman, and Lin’s temper was strange and she was not good at taking care of the children. So I need to find a few hands-and-feeling girls to help. The disciple took the opportunity to introduce my mother into the pavilion. Since then my mother has become the maid of Lin."
Hearing here, Chu Ningfu looked at the bronze mirror again. I don’t know when the mirror had changed the scene. Lin’s book was on the side of Xuan’s window. Huagui was kept by her side, holding a child in her heart to do her duty. The ground is squatting.
This scene is very gentle at first glance, the hostess is sad, the prostitute is loyal, and the child is tender.
But under the thought, I feel that the dark tide is surging.
"...She later replaced Mrs. Lin's position."
"... um." Shi said, "In the Tianyin Pavilion for a long time, my mother saw the detached position of this martial art in the realm of cultivation. At that time, she was still a little naive, and came up with a self-righteousness to return to the devil. A better idea."
"what."
"Become the wife of Tianyin Pavilion." Shi said, "After the gods, a word is worth a thousand dollars. She thinks that as long as the owner can open his mouth, no one will be murdered in the future." At least no one will blatantly go. The sphenoidal beauty is ruined."
The light and shadow changes, the dark rust of the copper rust on the mirror surface, or the original observation deck, but it has reached the winter of unknown year.
The lotus flowers in the audience are all dry and dying. No, there is no red rush in the pool. Those bright creatures and the cold beauty of the past were gone. Instead, it is the snow, the fragrant, and the back of a woman with a thick white fox.
After a while, a man approached, and she heard the sound back. The fascinating face of the wind was in the soft fox fur. She smiled at him and smiled, and the new snow was eclipsed.
At this time, Huagui, I do not know what means to let the Tianyinge master of the time take the original match, Lin died shortly after the break. The bizarre disciple who had died with her was the one who had helped her.
She finally got what she wanted, and became the wife of the owner of the Tianyin Pavilion after the gods.
The sky is lead-gray, with heavy snow and snow. When Hua returned to the husband, he first blessed him, then smiled and reached out and touched the hair of the little girl around him.
"...is the wood smoke?"
The teacher smiled and said: "Yes."
"..."
"Isn't the Master respected why the wooden sister is the daughter of Lin, but she is bent on my mother, but she has abandoned her mother?"
Chu night Ning did not set whether to continue to look at the situation in the mirror.
The wooden cigarettes were as many as four or five years old at that time. They were reluctantly picked up by Huagui, and even laughed at Huagui’s show neck. It seemed that the stepmother was very funny.
Shi said: "Lin's nature is full of sorrow, silence, and no envy. After the birth of Ms. Sister, her condition became more serious, even to the point of hurting or self-harming. Once my mother was not in the house. When she looked at it, she took the scissors and tied her sister’s back and poked four or five holes. My mother came back. She saved the wooden sister who had already cried into tears.
"One will kill her own mother, and a young woman who loves herself and takes care of herself. Ms. Wood chose the latter."
As soon as the picture turns, the window is covered with a thin layer of frost, which is attached to Wanshou Hongfu. It should be that the Spring Festival of a certain year has just passed, and Huagui is sitting in front of the red sandalwood table.
She was sitting next to a man, a woman and two children. The girl’s solitary HD was cold, and the boy’s eyebrows were gentle. It was the Huabi Nan and the wood smoke when he was a child.
"Okay." Huagui smiled and picked up the rice paper to blow it, and said, "Well, your mother-in-law's copy of the drug sect, is written well?"
When the wooden cigarettes were spoken from the time, they were still milky, and they pointed at the scorpion. "The mother-in-law is of course good-looking."
The teacher is younger and younger, and even the milk is not milky. Just sit in the same place and lick the fingers and scream at them.
"I am fascinated by the spells of the day, and I am negligent about my brothers and sisters on weekdays. The enlightenment of my sister and my sister is taught by her words." Looking at the situation in the mirror, the teacher recalled, "She taught us Learn essays and teach us some basic little spells."
"She will spell?"
"Only a little." The teacher stunned, "frightening the ordinary people's fake style, even the worst monks are afraid to beat."
"..."
"But she is willing to accompany us, with us day and night." A sigh, the eyes of the teacher are straight and straight, "No matter how she works in the mind, how to treat outsiders. But she treats me and the wood sister, but is digging for heart The lungs are good."
The scene on the mirror turned faster, and it seemed as if the time was like a water, slipping through the fingers. In many of these rushing flashes, the wood smoke and the teacher gradually grew up.
In the process, almost every step of their sisters and brothers is guarded by Huagui.
On a thunderstorm night, she fell asleep with a cigarette.
In the afternoon of Zhongxia Qingfang, she gave her a drink to eat red bean soup.
All of this, bit by bit.
"Later, I went to the age of the enlightenment, my father personally taught me the magic of the Tianyin Pavilion, but I was dull and ignorant, I really can't learn. He was very disappointed, I also felt that I was a waste mediocrity at that time - after all, the wooden sister was When I was eight years old, I had already built the foundation smoothly. And I had enough time to work, but I didn’t feel anything."
The little teacher on the screen sat in the pond and stared at a small sword with a small sword.
Huagui dragged the long skirt, his brow was locked, and he walked through the driftwood bridge. She looked around and found a lonely child, and her anxious look finally relaxed.
She walked over to him, leaned over and said something to him, then hugged the teacher in her arms and walked back to the end of the garden.
"Because I have been in a lonely night for a long time, she has seen many people with weak spiritual ability, and can get a place in the realm of cultivation through the practice of medicine." Shi said, "She did not abuse the beauty because of the lonely moon night." She overthrew everything with a stick. She convinced her father and let me begin to practice medicine."
When the teacher told me about the content of the intrigues of men and women, Chu Jingning generally knew that Huagui had the means, but he was not very knowledgeable. He couldn’t say it.
And when he heard this, he suddenly felt the sharpness of this woman -
Lonely moon night is like a **** nightmare for her, engulfing her first half of her life. For the average person, even if you don't hate it, you should be discouraged by the drug sect. But she is very clear about what the medicine is, what she needs, and how to do it.
She has an extremely cool eye, and even if the enemy is like the sea, she is not interested in it.
"Her plan has always been methodical. Taking a step, I may have thought of the next hundred steps. So in addition to taking care of me and Ms. Sister, she still has the strength to collect the whereabouts of the people, and then pass the sea and provide them with shade."
But apparently, the post-Butterfly beauty seat has not changed. And Chu Xiaoning remembers that Mrs. Hua passed away very early. There must be some hidden in this.
In connection with the rumors of the sphenoid and the descendants of the Protoss, there is a vague speculation in the lateness of Chu. He asked: "...Is the identity of Mrs. Hua...there was it exposed?"
The teacher did not answer immediately. His eyes were flashing with too bright luster. At first glance, it was extremely sharp, like a hatred of bones. But under the finest, it is like the sorrow of the tide.
"The original should not be revealed." He said, "The father has no brains, and he can't feel the difference of his mother.... But what he said is also a descendant of the gods. Even if the blood of the protoss is very small in his body, there will still be some talent. Perception."
He coveted the glasses, and the picture has been transferred to the house of the Tianyin Pavilion. A man with two freckles is lingering.
"When I was nine years old, this man was seriously ill, and the illness was bizarre. I asked the best doctor to see the cause."
The teacher said, sneer: "In fact, after knowing the inside story, the reason is very clear. He is after God, my mother is after the devil. After the battle of the demon, the demon has a curse - from now on For generations to come, there must be no combination of gods and gods, and offenders should die."
"My father's strange disease was born because of this ancient curse, but because he did not know. And the gods, perhaps because of pity, perhaps because you want to make the devil embarrassed. In short, one night, there is a **** Tomon's father, originally told him the truth of the matter. And said... If you want to live, you need to break with the witch."
Chu Xiaoning looked at the teacher’s face and waited for him to continue.
He knows that things are not as simple as a break.
Shi said: "After the dream, my father was furious. Tianyin Pavilion always wants the wind to be rainy or rainy. His position in the realm of cult is supernatural. Everyone respects him as a god. But this woman... this pig dog The smashing of a row of rotten meat, double repairing the stove, actually count him, use him, lie to him."
"..."
"She even almost died of his death. What a poisonous thing. So..."
A deep breath, even if it is so good, the voice of the teacher is still hoarse.
He squeezed the tea pot, the tea there was already cold, and he didn't finish it. Under one thought, the force was too fierce, and the porcelain cup was "squeaky" and burst into life.
Tea juice splashes...
The mirror was also splashed by the tea, and the picture was blurred by the amber tea juice. Vaguely, the man on the sickbed was summoned to return to Huagui.
He walked out of bed with bare feet and chatted with her for nothing. He smiled and walked toward the door, facing back to Huagui, and slammed the door closed and locked.
- The man turned his head and turned to his wife. In the distorted mirror and water stains, a face with a leopard face emerges.
The teacher shook a little, and suddenly reversed the mirror and turned away from the mirror.
The blue veins on his back are like the roots of the trees in the wrong dragon. Every blood vessel is full of fear and hate.
After a while, he buried his face in his palm. The sound is extremely exhausting.
"he……"
When the mouth said a word, it stopped.
"This beast..." seems to have a flood of hatred to vent. It seems that there are thousands of words to be reviled, but Wanma Qianjun kills his throat, and you fight for it. I don’t know which sentence is first-in-first, so it is dumb.
The teacher has eased and slowed down. He should have seen this bronze mirror many times, but after so long, after so many years, still hate.
He slowly stopped shaking. In the end, these hates became a seemingly plain sentence.
"On that day, my father of the gods, eaten my mother alive."