Article 837

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Stepping Xianjun suddenly held his forehead, only to feel the pain in his skull as if it was about to split.

These two memories are intertwined by mistake, biting each other, trying to gain the upper hand. Which part is true? Which is the nightmare? He didn't know, he didn't dare to think about it.

Mian qiáng calmed his heart, he took the road and left the red lotus water pavilion.

He came to Wujianping, stood in front of the white jade carved fence and looked at the shadows of the distant mountains, his chest heaving slightly. What was that fragrant memory just now?

Is it the life that the ink burning of another world has experienced...

He couldn't help recalling the moist and soft eyes of Chu Wanning, and he leaned his neck and breathed low on the couch.

Step Xianjun suddenly squeezed the guardrail.

——Could it be that Chu nightning was willing to go to the chat with the Mo Zongshi who had seen a ghost? !

I don't know why, obviously they are the same person, but the anger of Step Xianjun is still burning and burning, and the eyes are blood red.

If this was really another memory of himself, then he suddenly felt extremely resentful and unwilling.

Why? Why?

After he was resurrected by Hua Binan, the walking dead returned to this world, leaving him the devastated Wushan Temple and a pile of disgusting mess.

When he rushed to the red lotus water pavilion, what did he see? It is the dry lotus after the spiritual power has dissipated, the begonia falling to the ground, and the empty house.

And the lotus pond where the deceased is no longer.

He was resurrected from hell by Hua Binan, but Chu nightning's body has turned into ashes and powder, nothing is left, and can no longer be found.

He remembered that he walked slowly to the lotus pond, stared blankly for a while with his head down, then leaned down and dipped his fingers into it, taking a handful of water. The cold pool is deep and cold to the bone.

He shivered involuntarily, water leaked from his fingers, and he sat slumped on the ground.

So, when he returned to the world, what was left of him?

He hates living in this world more and more every day, but he is controlled by others and cannot help himself, so he has to obey Hua Binan's orders.

Later, Hua Binan groped for a crack in the door of life and death in time and space, but refused to tell him who left it. The guy happily went to another world and left him here to work hard. But the only gratification is that, in order to let him do things with confidence, Hua Binan tried to send him some news every few meetings.

So he learned that he still had a part of his soul reborn in that era. He learned the news of the teacher, the news of Xue Meng, and the news of Ye Wangxi Nangong Si who had already died.

He also learned the news of Chu Wanning.

The letters Hua Binan sent him were always short-lived and cherished like gold. He also disliked Hua Binan's handwriting very much.

But those letters became his biggest hope for the living dead, as if to breathe a breath of people drowning in the deep sea. He received every letter, and when there was no new letter, he read the words that made him sick to death hundreds of times back and forth.

He thought he was probably crazy.

At night, the servant was having dinner, and he liked the excitement. So he ordered everyone to gather in front of the temple, as he had always done since his rebirth. He reclined lazily in the soft seat to watch them eat, occasionally asking them how they were feeling.

In the past, Ta Xianjun didn't like to read, but in these years, no one was by his side, and there was nowhere to spend the long night, so he had to read bamboo slips for entertainment. Reading and reading, but also pondering some fun to chew on words.

For example, if he wants someone to eat a deep fryer, he will say, "Come on, try a flat thunder for this seat." If he wants someone to chew spinach, he will say, "Try a bowl. red-billed green parrot".

It is very difficult to make an illiterate read. If the illiterate still finds it interesting, he can only say one thing: his life has no other fun at all.

At the banquet, someone came to report: "Your Majesty, the senior saint has also returned."

"He's alone?"

"With the wooden pavilion master of Tianyin Pavilion, they said that they should arrange the sacrifice first, and then come to meet your majesty when it is properly."

Ta Xianjun pinched the purple-skinned grapes in the silver plate with a dull expression: "Then let them take their time, this seat is happy and relaxed."

The person who came said again: "In addition, the senior saint said that he has a word to warn your majesty."

"what?"

"Be careful these days, the world is in chaos, and 'he' will definitely come."

"..." Step Xianjun's eyes were faint, and after a while, he smiled, "I know, I know this in my heart."

Of course he knew he would come.

Two red dust jiāo mistakes, millions of victims were displaced, Mo Zongshi lost his life, and the top of life and death fell - Chu nightning is also like himself, there is nothing left, and he is afraid that he will come to himself with the will of death.

Stepping Xianjun is not afraid, and even has some secret expectations.

It was late at night, and there were candles lit up in the palace. There were 9,999 lampstands in Wushan Hall alone, reflecting the darkness into extreme day.

Stepping Xianjun called Liu Gong and said, "Go teach people and extinguish half of the candles."

The light was too bright, and he was afraid that it would be difficult for Chu Wanning to sneak in, so he lowered his guard.

Duke Liu did as instructed. He stood there and waited until Duke Liu came over and told him, "Your Majesty, half of the fire is out."

He looked at Man Ting's faint Huaguang, still dissatisfied, and thought for a while and said, "It's all extinguished."

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