Article 781

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That year, the ink burned so young and white, and he still had a warm and healthy heart, pulsing under the chest. That year, he looked at the newly worshipped master standing by the window of Qimuxuan, turned his face to him, his pupils pale, and said: "Ink burning, come here."

Approaching, there is a pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of him.

"Listen to the Lord, you still don't know how to write your own words. Pick up the pen, and I will teach you."

He taught him that the tone is light, like the apricot flower outside the window, which blooms in the dusty space.

"The word your lord gave you is light rain, which is the opposite of your name. I will write it again, and you will look carefully."

So, horizontal and vertical, the master was vigorous, and the little apprentice stood beside him learning.

"Write one more point."

"One less point this time."

After I taught the two words five times, I was able to write them crookedly, but they were as shabby as ghosts, and they were ugly to death. Chu nightning has never seen such a stupid disciple, and can't help but feel a little sullen: "...Is it difficult?"

Not difficult.

But at that time, Mo Ran didn't dare to tell him, in fact, it was because he looked too good to write with his eyes down. He was insatiable and asked for a lot, so he deliberately wrote one more stroke and one less stroke.

Earn him to teach yourself again.

"It's so difficult."

Chu nightning stared at him: "You look at it seriously, don't laugh and laugh."

The ink burned and smiled, sincerely distressed: "Then, Master, write it again, and teach me again."

He really liked that moment of bowing his head, his phoenix eyes flying sideways.

As long as Chu nightning holds his hand to teach him, he can hear the sound of the blooming begonia flowers outside the window.

The execution platform has a high barrier, and no one can stop Tianyin's sentence.

The dagger of Shenwu is sharp and sharp, and it can understand the master's mind. The wood smoke is indifferent, and it seems that I can't hear the thick breathing of the ink, and I can't see the face of the man as pale as a corpse, and I can't see the bào of the ink burning forehead. Meridians, blood dripping from the corners of the mouth.

She only executes the judgment of the scale of Shenwu.

Dig the spiritual core.

The dagger plunged into the heart and quickly slid through the flesh and blood. When the fragments of the spiritual core were found, they charged up and picked them out—the sharp point of the knife would inevitably cut off the flesh and blood.

She didn't care, and threw the flesh and blood together with the splendid fragments on the silver plate held by the attendant next to her.

The healing female cultivator immediately stepped forward, stopped the surging blood, and stuck to the spasm of the heart, so that he would not die.

Tian Ping's judgment on him is to dig the core, so Tianyin Pavilion will protect him comprehensively, at least not to die on the stage, not to die in the execution process.

They kept him awake, in case he couldn't tell whether he was in a coma or dying, so Mo Ran watched his heart be cut open again and again, searched for fragments, and then temporarily stunned and healed.

again and again.

Xue Meng has collapsed, he is wailing, his face is buried in the palm of his hand, and tears are falling like rain.

"elder brother……"

The pain is so blurry that the soul and consciousness are blurred, and the muscles and collaterals are bào protruding.

But I felt liberated at last.

Every time Mu Yanli fell, it pierced his heart and dug out the fragments. He felt the sins of the previous life, and the blood on his hands faded a little.

Is it possible to be forgiven when the pain is over?

Is it possible to go back to the past by plucking out the remains?

But where was it before?

If he returned to the day he was apprenticed under the Tongtian Tower, he was still a fake son of the dead, and his mother had starved to death, and his happiness would still be in the mirror.

If he went back to the firewood room when he was young, in the years when he and Duan Yihan were the only ones who depended on each other, he was afraid that he would be wrong, and he would never meet Chu Wanning from now on, and this happiness would be regrettable.

Looking back on the past, at this moment, he could not find a node in his two lifetimes where he could truly start over with peace of mind, and he could not find a truly carefree, well-fed and warm day, even one day.

In his two lives, for more than 40 years, there was not a single night of peace.

The wood-smoke-leaving dagger is still buried deep in flesh and blood, acting for the heavens.

He knew that his soul was filthy and filthy and the sin was unforgivable, that the way of heaven reciprocated, and the judgment would always come.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a little sad.

He wants his mother, his master, his younger brother, his uncles and aunts, and he wants a home.

However, maybe he is too greedy and wants so much.

So in the end, he had nothing.

The happiness he knew and the tenderness he had acquired were all false in the end.

He tried everything to make up for it, but got nothing.

He was beside the long river of life, holding his small, wet basket, he squatted down, the basket was empty, he stared blankly at the rushing river, the deceased like this.

In fact, from the beginning, he only had this little broken basket, and he held it.

A dream destined to shatter.

Chapter 276 [Tianyin Pavilion] I will sacrifice you

The execution ground is solemn. The ink-burning spiritual core fragments were continuously pulled out and dug up.

Piece after piece.

He endured and endured fiercely. It was one thing to pay for his sins, and it was another thing to show weakness. He didn't want to call out pain in front of Mu Yanli, he was like a rock.

The pain is too deep, and the sea of ​​suffering rises and falls.

Suddenly, a sound was heard, and the chūn exploded in the skull like a thunder.

"Ink burns!"

Impossible, how is it possible?

How could it be him……

It must be because he is in too much pain, hallucinations, and confusion.

"Ink burning!!"

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