The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 207: Master, I want to tell you something.

The ink burns open the door.

Not fully open, it was a narrow slit. He saw Xue Meng bathed in the sun, followed by a teacher in a green shirt.

Xue Meng said: "We have given you some medicines to come over... What are you doing? The door opens and let us in."

The ink burned for a moment and loosened the hand holding the door frame. The two entered the house, Xue Meng went to the window, the probe went out to look at Xi Xixia, and then retracted, said: "You have a good view of this house, I have just a few big banyan trees outside, all blocked Anything is gone."

The burning heart is not shouting: "You want to like it, I will change it with you."

"No, everything is put down, and I will say it casually." Xue Meng waved his hand and walked to the table. "Let the teacher give you medicine, the wound that was cut by the vine on your shoulder, no. Handle the suppuration."

The dark brown eyes look at Xue Meng. If Xue Meng knows the things of the past life, know what kind of soul is hidden under his cousin\'s shell, and he will smile at him and give him medicine. ……

Xue Meng was stared at him with some worry and asked, "What\'s wrong? Is there something on my face?"

The ink shook his head and sat down at the table, falling down.

The teacher stood on the side and said to him: "Take off your shirt, I will show you the wound."

The ink burned in my heart, and I didn’t think much. I raised my hand and solved my shirt and said, "I am bothering you."

Shi Yan shook his head and sighed: "You, I don\'t know how much attention. Follow the teacher, if you don\'t learn bad, there is danger in the front, and you always get hurt." It makes people feel uncomfortable."

As he said, he took out the contents of the medicine box, carefully wiped the sores, applied the medicine, and wrapped the gauze.

After doing all this, the teacher said: "Don\'t enter the water recently, don\'t have too much movement, the vine is poisonous, the wound is not very easy to heal. Also, the hand sticks out, I have a diagnosis."

The ink burned and stretched his arm to him.

Shi Shi\'s ten fingers are as soft as white jade, and he has been sitting in the pulse for a while, and his eyes flashed a sorrow.

The look was flashing, but it was burnt and unintentionally glimpsed: "What happened?"

The teacher returned and said, "Nothing."

“Poisoning is very serious?”

Shi Yan shook his head and hesitated for a while. He smiled a little at him: "There is nothing more, remember to cultivate more, or you will leave behind."

He said, bowing his head and packing up the medicine box, and said: "I still need some medicine to clean up, go first, let\'s talk." The door was covered behind him.

Xue Meng looked at where he disappeared and frowned slightly: "How do I feel that he is not in a good mood recently, strange, like something."

The mood of the ink is not very good, and said: "After the diagnosis, I found that I am coming to the limit, sorry for me?"

"Hey, the crow\'s mouth." Xue Meng yelled at him. "Why is there such a curse on my own? What\'s more, I told you seriously, the teacher is always very low these days."

This is a bit of concern, he stopped the action on his hand and asked, "Is there?"

"Yes." Xue Meng said with certainty. "I told you that he was in a daze several times before. I called him two or three times before he reacted. You said he would be..."

"What is it?"

“Like someone?”

Ink burning: "..."

Does the teacher like someone? If he changed to eight years ago, Xue Meng told him this way, he was afraid that he could turn the vinegar jar and jump up and swear. But at the moment, I only felt a little horrified. Looking back and looking for some clues, I found that my attention to the teachers in the past few years was really too little.

"Don\'t ask me, anyway, I don\'t always like it, I will be right." The ink burned, pulled on his open placket and put on his clothes. "What\'s more, the things of other people\'s feelings, what do you do so much?" ""

Xue Meng was a little embarrassed, blushing and coughing: "Where I am in charge! I just said it!"

He screamed fiercely, glaring at the guy who was dying, dressed and groaning, and suddenly felt as if there was something wrong.

After carefully reading it again, his gaze fell on the tight chest of the burning muscles and stopped.

Ink did not care, casually said: "What are you doing with me? Like me?"

"..." Xue Meng did not say anything.

The tone of ink burning is still alive and dead: "Don\'t watch, we are not possible."

Xue Meng was only blushing, turned his head away, and made a calm decision: "Hey, you think it\'s beautiful."

But he was as good as a drumstick - he saw the ink on his neck, the place where he was hanging, and a crimson spar pendant, which was extremely familiar, and he seemed to have seen exactly the same place. He couldn\'t remember for a moment, but the goosebumps didn\'t know why they suddenly got up and screamed in their heads.

Where have you seen it?

When the ink burned on the clothes, he suddenly found some medicinal stains on the table. He asked Xue Meng: "Is there a handkerchief?"

"Well?...oh, yes." Xue Meng returned to God, turned out a piece and handed it to him. "You don\'t always remember to bring a piece."

"I\'m not used to it."

Xue Meng said with a smile: "The last time I said that the Master will send you a piece, and the bragging is not so blown."

I remembered that I had been begging for a late night, and asked him to send him a piece of jellyfish handkerchief. I don’t know if Chu was rather forgotten or lazy, and he never gave it to him. He couldn’t help but feel awkward and coughed a few times. He said: "This is not busy recently, and the Master is not free..."

"There is no idle master who will not only give you one person to do." Xue Meng sneered, "I definitely have a share. Maybe who... who is in Nangong, he has a share."

Speaking of the Nangong Temple, the burning of the original is not so good, the mood is more and more caged. "Have you seen him?"

"No, I went to see what he did." Xue Mengdao, "He and Ye Yexis, living next to the old ghost of Jiang Yan, I can\'t wait to leave there for a hundred thousand miles away, and I don\'t want to go."

The ink burned and nodded: "On the other side, Jiang Yan\'s temper is bad, and there are many problems, but the left and right are still a reasonable person, and they should not be embarrassed."

Xue Meng was discouraged: "He? If his dog thing can understand things, I can follow his surname, not Xue Meng, called Jiang Meng."

Ink burning: "..."

Xue Meng always has such ability, arrogant and arrogant, and the upper and lower mouths touch, hurting people without a little bit vague. But perhaps because of his noisy, the burning of the air felt a lot of warmth in the room.

The horrible nightmare of the past life finally faded a little.

Xue Mengdao: "Speaking, Master will not really want to accept Nangong as an apprentice?"

"Before the Master is definitely not willing." Mo Yan said, "But now, you and I can\'t stop him."

Xue Mengyi: "Why?"

Ink sighed: "I asked you, before Li was indifferent to Nangong, obviously an elder, but never dared to say anything to Nangong, why?"

"Because he is very powerful, the head of the first martial art in the realm of cultivation, this is still used."

"Well, I will ask you again, for those who are now Huang Xiaoyue, and those who simply can\'t even name their names, dare to bully him, why?"

"...because of enmity?"

There was no words in the ink, and I thought that only Xue Meng could tell this kind of words.

He suddenly became very beautiful. He thought that although Xue Meng had more than 20, but sometimes he still thought of being like a child - "like a child" is a very subtle description, because the most obvious feature of the child is pure. Simple, straightforward, but it also means that a person does not grow up, is immature, and sloppy.

But for the ink burning, he felt that he had lived for twenty years, and the eyes of this red dust are still extremely clean. This is a miracle.

He looked at the miracle in front of him and then smiled and said:

"Where there is so much enmity."

"The Confucianist door shook out so many things in the world..."

"That is Xu Shuanglin\'s shaking, how much relationship can he have with Nangong?" In the air, "not to mention the secrets of the original shaking, is Nangong 不是 not one of the most injured people? He learned that his mother is He was ruined by his father. He was not the initiator, but a victim, a victim."

Xue Meng opened his mouth and wanted to say something. There was no snoring in the ink, waiting for him to say that Xue Meng was so open-mouthed, and he was closed for a long time.

He does not know how to refute.

For a long while, he reluctantly asked: "What do you think is because of this?"

"First, look at the excitement." The ink ignited, "The thing of the Confucianism, the big guy looked at the stimulus is too late. Bullying a difficult son is far more fun than bullying a small flower."

This is the same as the previous Xuemeng. After the phoenix\'s chicks were in trouble, what kind of exclusion was suffered? Xue Meng did not know, but the ink burned clearly.

In order not to be guilty of stepping on the emperor, no one is willing to take him, no one is willing to cooperate with him. He has been rushing around the world, requesting large and small heads, hoping to smash the ink and not make more crazy. The matter, teamed up to overthrow his tyranny. That was the first year of ink burning.

Xue Meng ran for nine years, lobbied for nine years, no one listened to him, and finally reluctantly gave him a place to live, and only Kunlun stepped into the snow palace, willing to help him, and only Mei Hanxue.

Xue Meng, who is lucky enough to be in this life, no longer has to suffer this humiliation.

Xue Meng suddenly did not know, asked: "What about the second?"

"The second one is to think that it is the best way for heaven."

"How do you say this?"

"Do you know what our gods will do when they deal with the crimes of the real world?"

"The public shows the crowd, first hang for three days and three nights." Xue Meng said, "You asked me what to do, you have not seen it, you have just come to death, there will be a recidivism I am going to go to the public trial. You and I don’t bother with it. You also watched it when you executed the sentence, but your courage was really small at the time. After reading it, you were scared to have a high fever, four or five days. Only then disappeared..."

The ink burned and smiled, and said: "No way, that is the first time I saw the dig of the core."

"What are you afraid of, no one will dig your spiritual core."

Ink burning: "The world is unpredictable."

Xue Meng had some mistakes, raised his hand to explore the forehead of the ink: "There is no fever, how to say silly words."

"Dream dreams have passed, dreaming of a personal sword stabbed to the heart, and then a few inches, the heart and the nucleus are destroyed."

"..." Xue Meng is speechless and swings his hand. "Get it, although you are very annoying, but it is my cousin, who wants to dig your spiritual core, I am the first one to be polite with him."

The ink burned and laughed, and the dark scorpion was deep in the bottom, with light inside, shadow, light and shadow shaking, and thousands of thoughts.

Why did he mention the past of Xue Meng Tian Yin Ge?

Perhaps Xue Meng did not pay attention to it at all, but those faces, but in the burning heart of the year, left a strong reflection.

He still remembers that the case was a woman, twenty years old, very young.

In front of Tianyinge Square, a large group of people watching the crowd, men, women, old people, children, monks, civilians, everything, they all looked up, squatting on Xingtai, tied with fairy rope, fixed soul lock, volt The woman with the three magical instruments wrapped around the chain whispered. "Is this not Mrs. Lin?"

"I just married a famous door. What crimes I committed, I was alarmed by Tianyin Pavilion..."

"You still don\'t know? The fire of Zhao\'s family is what she put! She killed her husband!"

"Ah..." Several people around heard it, and they took a sigh of relief. Someone asked, "What can she do without thinking about it? I heard that her husband can be very good to her."

In a whisper, Tianyinge’s main step went to Xingtai, holding the scrolls, and first greeted everyone in the audience. Then he opened the scrolls unhurriedly and began to read the guilt of the woman named Lin.

The guilt was very long, and I read a small half hour. The fundamental point is that this woman named Lin is not the lady of the family that Zhao had wanted to marry. She is just a substitute, a shackle wearing a man/skin/mask, close to the real purpose of Zhao Gongzi, for the murder of this private affair, and the one who was originally married to Zhao’s family has long been It became the sorrowful ghost of the Lin girl.

"A good raccoon cat is changing for the prince." Tianyinge finally judged in abruptly, "However, Skynet is not leaking, Lin girl, you should tear off your mask, let everyone take a good look at your original It looks like it."

The person/skin/mask was uncovered in public and thrown to the ground like a snake. Under the scattered hair of the woman on the stage, another pale and sullen face was exposed, and the disciples of Tianyin Pavilion held their chins and asked them to show them.

The audience immediately picked it up and someone shouted: "A woman who is so poisonous!"

"The killing of the innocent daughter, is also ruined by the family, just because of their own private enmity?"

"Kill her!"

"Get rid of her eyes!"

"Let\'s delay her! Cut her skin one inch down!"

The crowd is made up of independent people, but they end up with the same head, like a dull beast that can\'t be smashed, flowing in the water, roaring and groaning.

This ugly thing thinks that it is only a beast, it can represent the blue sky, the next can represent the emperor, and it is righteous in the world.

The screams under the stage were getting louder and louder, and the eardrums burned by teenagers. He was amazed at the anger of these people. It was like a woman under the knife, and Zhao Gongzi, who was not born, became theirs at the moment. Relatives, friends, sons, mistresses, they hate to be able to get justice for their loved ones, sons and sons, and hate to rip off the sinner named Lin.

The smoldering eyes widened and slammed: "Condemned... Shouldn’t it be set by Tianyin?"

Xue Zhengxuan comforted him: "Don\'t be afraid of burning children. It is set by Tianyinge. Everyone just looks at it. They are all talking about it. What the last thing is, of course, it is by the Tianyin Pavilion. Indications to conviction. Fair and just, don\'t worry."

But things don\'t develop as Xue Zhengxi said. The content of crowd shouting is getting more and more crazy and more and more exaggerated.

"This 婊 / child! Indiscriminate killing innocent! How can we let her die easily? Wood Court Lord! You are the justice of the real world, you must judge her, give her ten times the pain! Let her have Eat good fruit! Get the punishment you deserve!"

"First tear her mouth, pull out her teeth one by one, and cut her tongue into countless pieces!"

"Dry it on her body! After it has dried up, tear it down and connect it with a layer of skin! At this time, take the pepper water and pour her, kill her! Kill her!"

More old-fashioned daddy came to see the excitement, she licked the melon seeds, and then smiled and smiled: "Oh, tear off her clothes, shouldn\'t such a person be naked? Put a snake in her lower body, stuffed with mud, Looking for a hundred men to take care of her, then it is worthy of sin." In fact, these people\'s anger, really all come from their own righteousness?

At the time, the ink was sitting next to Xue Meng. He was more stimulated and shivered slightly. In the end, even Xue Zhengyi noticed his uneasiness. He was about to take him out of the stands. Suddenly, the station uploaded "砰" There was a loud explosion, and I didn’t know where the crowd was. Someone threw a detonator on the head and was thrown at the woman’s feet. This is unruly, but the people of Tianyinge didn’t know if they could stop it. I didn’t want to stop it at all. It’s always that the detonator quickly blasted, and the woman’s legs and feet were blown away when the flesh and blood were blurred – “Uncle –!”

The ink burned tightly on Xue Zhengyi’s clothes. He shook too much. He shook too much...

"it is good!!"

There was a burst of screams in the air below, and the heroes slap and slap.

"Play well! Punish evil and promote good! Come again!"

"Who threw it? Don\'t throw it." The disciples of Tianyin Pavilion shouted two scorpions on the stage, and as the people went, they threw various things, leaves, stones, eggs, and knives. Those who have made an enchantment themselves, stand by and watch, as long as they don’t want her life immediately, they won’t stop. Tianyin Pavilion has always been so arrogant that it will not pass the people who are doing justice.

When I remembered this, I only felt that my heart was so bad that I didn’t want to think about it anymore. He closed his eyes and opened again.

"Look at it, Xue Meng. If Nangong refuses to admit that he is an apprentice of the teacher, then he completely loses the barrier in the realm of comprehension. When the Lushan line ends, if they really bring Nangong to the sky In the auditorium, you will see the same scene as the year.” Xue Mengdao: “It was a trial at Tianyin Court. Everyone was so angry, just because the woman killed someone, so...”

"So the knife is in the hand, how do you want to swear, how is it wrong, right?" The mood of the ink burned more and more, and the latter half of the sentence, he did not say.

How many people in this world, through the banner of "excellence of justice," in the vicious things, the unsatisfactory life, the violent, crazy, amazing suffocation in their chests are vented in such places.

After drinking the tea, I chatted for a while, and when the sun was getting late, Xue Meng left. The ink burned to the window, took out the Jane chess that was only collected in the sleeve, stared at the beggar, and the **** injected the force, and when they slammed, they became ashes.

The wind was blowing, all the leaves were shaking, and the people in front of the window were shaking. He slowly raised his hand and covered his face. He was almost exhausted, and he was on the window. For a long time, he turned and left, went to the depths of the house, and was swallowed up by the darkness.

He sat in the dark room for a long time, thinking about it, thinking that the whole person was broken and collapsed. He really didn\'t know what to do. He felt that some things might be said by himself, but said It may also be more chaotic and even more out of control. What should I do?

he does not know……

The more he thinks, the more unwilling he is, the more he wants to be more confused. He is jealous, he is suffering.

He thought about the black hand behind the scenes behind him.

He thought of the worship and superstition of the gods in the realm of the truth.

He thought of the woman who was interrogated, his legs were bloody.

The ink burned like a beast in the room, paced in the room like a madman, and the shadows of the fairy and the ink masters appeared on his handsome face, one swallowed one.

In the end he finally couldn\'t help it, he stood up.

Push the door and go out.

Late at night.

Chu nightning is ready to fall asleep, and suddenly someone knocks at the door. He opened the door and saw the ink burning outside, a slight glimpse.

"How did you come?"

The smoldering only feels that you are going crazy, and it is mad by the catastrophe that will come anytime and anywhere. He took the courage and wanted to explain everything that was ridiculous. But when he saw the face of Chu Xiaoning, his courage was broken into dregs, became mud, and became selfish and weak.

"...master..." The ink burned, and the nasal sound was slightly heavy. "I can\'t sleep. Can I go in and sit down?"

Chu, late, let it go, the ink burned into the house, and the backhand closed the door. Perhaps it is because his uneasy atmosphere is too strong, so thick that even if he does not say a word, Chu night Ning can perceive his inner anxiety. He asked: "Is there something wrong?"

There was no snoring in the ink, and he looked at him silently for a while, then suddenly went to the window, folded his hands and closed the only window door.

"I..." The ink burned an opening, the voice was hoarse and screaming, and suddenly the mood surged, fueling the crazy impulse. "I have something, I want to tell you."

"About Xu Shuanglin?"

The ink shook his head, hesitated for a moment, nodded again, then shook his head again.

The light of the candlelight reflected in his eyes, like a poisonous snake with a letter, a bright red tongue, twisted and coiled, his face was too chaotic, and the light in his eyes was very faint. Chu nightned for a while, lifting Start, want to touch his face.

But the fingertip touched his face, and the ink burned his eyes sharply. His eyelashes were shaking and his throat was rolling. It seemed to be smashed by the scorpion. He turned and vaguely said: "Sorry."

"..."

"Can you turn off the lights." The ink burned, "... see you, I can\'t say it."

Although Chu Evening didn\'t know what happened, he never saw such a smoldering fire, which made him sweat upside down. It seems that there is a ruined thing that is about to fall, crushing each of the following. people.

Chu night Ning did not speak again, stood in place for a while, nodded. The ink burned and went to the candlestick. He stared at the candle for a while, then raised his hand and wiped out the last light.

When I was in the house, I fell into a darkness.

However, the ink burning only stared for a long time, and the illusion of the candlelight was still shaking from the orange to the five colors, from concrete to fuzzy.

He stood in the same place, facing back to the late night of Chu, and he was not urged by Chu, but he waited for him to speak.