The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 190: Master retreats again



Chapter 190: Master retreats again

After this day, Chu Ningning and Mo-burning had no chance to meet privately.

The heavy rain in the middle of the river is like a demon, and there are a large number of dead fish and dead shrimps in the rolling rivers outside the Baidi City. There are many water beasts in the folks, and the elders of the dead are all going to the villages and towns. Demon slayers, Chu Yuning and Mo-burn are extremely powerful because of their respective mana. At this time, they will not be arranged to waste their strength. One went to the Three Gorges port and one to Yizhou.

Confucianism has a hundred years of foundation, and there are countless monsters in the Golden Drum Tower, which have been regrouped and destroyed.

In addition to the shackles, Yangzhou, Leizhou, and Xuzhou, which were originally in the Taiping area of ??the Shangxiu world, also frequently gave birth to the tragedy of killing the beasts and killing the civilians. At one time, they divided the human rights of the public to explore the whereabouts of Xu Shuanglin. It is even slower.

The ink-burning spirit is amazing. Now it is more stable. It took only four days to quickly stabilize Yizhou. When I returned to the dead, I heard that Chu-Ning had returned, and I couldn’t help but rest. I just want to go to Honglian Water to find him.

As a result, the water gate closed, and again, Xue Zhengyi said strangely: "Retreat, did Yuheng not tell you?"

"Closed again?" The ink burned and was shocked. "Is the teacher respected?"

"What hurts, isn\'t it the reason for the heart? He has to close once every seven years. When you go back to the retreat, you have to look after him. Why have you forgotten it?"

Xue Zhengxuan said this, the ink burned suddenly remembered, there is such a thing - at that time he just worshipped the late night as a teacher, only after half a year, Chu night Ning said that he was practicing youth when he was young. Going forward, there are old diseases, although there is no serious problem, but every seven years, they must retreat for a long time.

On the tenth day and ten days, in the tenth day, the master of Chuzong was a faint, almost mortal, and he needed to meditate and rehabilitate his body. During this period, he only had one hour a day to recover his knowledge, to get some water, to eat a little something, and the rest of the time must not be disturbed, and even more can not be injured, so Chu nightning will pre-elect the most powerful around the Honglian otter. Enchantment, only Xue Zhengxuan, Xue Meng, Shi Yi, and the ink-burning four entered, and the disaster was caused by safety.

Not long ago, the last time he retired, he had just had a contradiction with Chu Xiening because of "picking flowers." After he was punished by Chu, he was somewhat disheartened. Therefore, he was retired on the 10th. He did not accompany him for one day. Instead, he ran to help his uncle organize the library.

Thinking about the year, the burning heart was uneasy, and immediately said: "I will go see him."

"You don\'t have to go. He said it before entering the customs. Like last time, let Xue Meng stay in the first three days, the teacher will guard the middle three days, and you will accompany him in the last four days."

"I just want to give him a look..."

"What\'s the good thing about this." Xue Zhengxi said with a smile. "The last time I crossed this pass, it wasn\'t that the teacher was accompanying him. What else do you care about? What\'s more, when you passed, Menger saw you, I have to talk to you, it’s not good to make a joke."

When I thought about it, I promised that I didn\'t go. I didn\'t fall asleep that night. I thought that Xue Mengzheng and Chu Yunning were alone in the red lotus water, and I felt so sad, especially not taste.

Of course, he knows Xue Mengchun, and he has no interest in men. But he is uncomfortable, that is, he is awkward, and he has tossed and turned to the opposite side. When he was polished, he barely slept for one or two hours.

After waking up, I don’t think it’s ok.

He still couldn\'t help it. He wanted to see Chu Yuning, even if he was far away.

Although the door of the Honglian Water Margin is closed and the enchantment is full, but the ink is the apprentice of Chu Yuning, the enchantment will not stop him. As for the Qinghai bamboo, the firewood is even more a decoration. , it fell smoothly in the courtyard. Every time I meditate in the practice of Chu, I am used to a green bamboo pavilion in the depths of the lotus pond. This time should be the same.

Sure enough, I saw the smoke wave pool far away, the lotus leaves from the middle, the elegant bamboo pavilion swayed on all sides, and Chu was quietly sitting on the ground, and the white clothes were laid out.

Xue Meng stood next to him, feeling that the outside was bright, so he bundled the snow on one side, so that the Master can also get some warm sun. The morning sun in the winter flowed into the pavilion, shining the slightly pale face of Chu night, and felt the warmth in the meditation. His face gradually had some blood.

After a while, Chu Yuning was caused by the cycle of Zhou Tian, ??and his forehead gradually pulled out the fine sweat. Xue Meng took the white towel to wipe him off. After rubbing it, he couldn’t help but look up. He said: "It’s weird, how do you feel that someone is staring at me..."

Ink is not a slap, it is a stare.

Looks like a calm, in fact, the heart is arrogant.

He felt that Xue Meng had a handkerchief and wiped the night of the forehead of Chu, and the distance was a little longer. The distance was a little closer, and his eyes were awkward. In short, all kinds of unwarranted crimes were all thrown to Xue Meng. He was unhappy and depressed. . The sullen and sullen, the burning of the ink can not stand, do not want to stay here to live sin, intend to leave.

But he didn\'t control it, and his voice was a little louder. Xue Meng immediately took out a plum blossom dart that was full of spiritual power and shouted: "Who?!"

Plum blossoms were a trivial matter, but they caught it with bare hands, but listening to him shouting, the ink burned his heart and quickly mentioned the eyes of the blind man, busy plucking out from the bamboo forest, passing through the lotus pond, and leaping gently into the bamboo pavilion. .

Xue Meng’s eyes widened and he said, “What are you—”

"Lightly." When the ink burned, he held his mouth and lowered his voice. "How do you call such a loud noise?"

"Hey-hey!" Xue Meng struggled for a long time, violently earned from the burning of his hands, his face was red, and he snorted and smashed a scattered hair, angered, "Do you still say me? What do you like to hide in the bush like a thief?"

"...I am afraid that you are as embarrassed as you are now."

"I can\'t hear the teacher!" Xue Meng said, "The voice curse, you haven\'t seen the master who has already given himself a curse? Unless you give him a curse, or you are facing him. The ear shouted that he couldn’t hear what you were talking about..."

He groaned, and the ink burned for a moment: "The curse of the voice? How did the uncle say that I was afraid of coming over to you?"

"I blame him for thinking that you have just come back from Yizhou and are tired. I want you to rest first." Xue Meng said without words. "He also believes in his words. He doesn\'t know how to think about it first. It’s not the first time I applied this curse to myself. It’s convenient for us to be comfortable and comfortable. You don’t mind, it’s stupid to die.”

Ink burning: "..."

Seeing the burning of the ink and preparing to sit down in the pavilion, Xue Meng was busy pulling him: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Ink burning: "In this case, I will keep it."

Xue Mengdao: "Who wants you to keep it, I said that I have kept it for the first three days. You have to sell it with the Master. Walk around and don\'t grab my job."

"Are you taking care of him alone?"

"How can I take care of it? I am not the first time to take care of the teacher."

Seeing Xue Meng\'s anger, ink burning is not good to say anything, hesitating for a while, is preparing to go, suddenly seeing the tea pot on the table, the leaves are wide, the color is deep, and there is a slight fragrance of smell, then ask: "Kunlun The cold snow tea produced?" "Hey? How do you know?"

"..." How could he not know that this tea is Xue Meng\'s favorite drink, Xue Meng is always willing to give his favorite things to the master, but did not think about these things. Not suitable, like it or not.

"The cold and fragrant nature of the snow is cold, and the master is originally a cold physique. You can give him this tea. Can he be comfortable?"

Xue Meng stunned, his face was a little red, and he was embarrassed to explain: "I didn\'t think so much. I only know that the cold fragrance is good tea, I..."

"Go for some rose tea, add two spoonfuls of honey, wait for him to wake up and then give him a drink. I will make some snacks and send them to you later."

Xue Meng wants to save himself a face, busy: "Diners can not eat, this ten days to find the valley."

"I know, but my uncle said, it is okay to eat a little." The ink burned, and waved his hand, and went out of the bamboo pavilion and walked outside the otter. "See you."

Xue Meng looked at his back, slammed, and went out for a while. When the ink burned away, he lowered his head and couldn’t help but look at the neck of the teacher - the point he had no intention of seeing yesterday.

Light blue and purple traces. Under the sun, it is clearer, not like the traces of mosquito bites, nor the wounds. Xue Meng is not a 14-year-old now. Some things have not been experienced, but it does not mean that he knows nothing. The traces on the neck of Chu’s night make him very restless.

He thought of all the details, especially the movement he heard on the back hill that day. He has been telling himself that it is the wind, the wind.

But the vague haze in my heart seems to be caged again. Under the inexhaustible smog, there seems to be something strange and faintly revealing the original appearance.

In the warm sun, Xue Meng did not know why, suddenly felt very uncomfortable, involuntarily shuddered and frowned.

Because of this restlessness, Xue Meng made a decision on the sixth day of the retreat of Chu.

He intends to follow the ink in the dark.

This is the last day of the teacher\'s service of Chu Yuning. The shift should have been at midnight, but the ink burned the dinner in Mengpotang early on the day, and brought a box of snacks, and went straight to the red lotus water. Xue Meng didn\'t expect him to go to the division to change the teacher\'s time. The rest of the meal was no longer eaten. The cat followed him up and followed him to the red lotus water. The ink burned from the main entrance. He slowed for a while, followed the example that had been done before the ink burned, and turned over the wall into the door.

At this time, the setting sun has not fallen, the crescent moon has already come out, and the sky scorpion unloads the makeup of the overflowing streamer. Only the remaining tail of the eye has not been wiped out. The magnificent sunset is a faded lead, the fat powder is greasy, and it is dark and heavy. The night is engulfed, and the stars are like water. The ink burned the food box. When he saw the teacher facing his back and walked into the bamboo pavilion, he did not seem to hear the movement of the ink burning, and stopped in front of Chu night. The ink burned and smiled. He was planning to say hello to him, but he suddenly saw a faint flash of light in his hand, pointing to the late night of the meditation, the ink burned a bit, the brain was flashing, and shouted:

"Teacher!"

The back is cool and the hair is upright.

In his two lifetimes, there have been too many lives and deaths, so that today, with a little bit of wind and grass, he can be a soldier. The so-called one was bitten by a snake for ten years, and this red lotus otter once parked the body of Chu Xinning and parked for two years until the day he died.

He doesn\'t really like it here. When he steps into the otter, he can always think of the last period of his life. He is lying in the lotus flower, and he is never angry. Therefore, he subconsciously felt that the red lotus water shovel was a disaster-stricken area, and there was a deep and dead bottom throat that would swallow up the last fire in the world.

The teacher turned back and he lowered his hand, and the silver light was hidden in the sleeve: "A burning?... How come you?"

"I--"

The ink burns heartbeat and frenzied, and does not come up in one breath. Nothing is taken care of. The black eyebrows stand: "You are in your hands..."

"Hand?"

The teacher stunned and raised his hand again. He saw that he was holding a comb in his hand, casting it in sterling silver, and the broken back stone was inlaid with a smooth and meridian.

There is some language in the ink, and it’s half awkward: "You... are you combing your hair?"

"... um, what\'s wrong?" The teacher looked at him up and down, and then picked up his beautiful eyebrows. "The face is so ugly, is there anything out there?"

"No, I am just..." I said halfway, I couldn\'t say it, but my face was pale and reddish. Fortunately, the night was dim and I couldn\'t see the truth. After a while, the ink burned his face slightly and coughed: "Nothing."

The teacher still looked at him silently, and then seemed to understand what it was. He looked awkward and hesitated and said: "Do you think..."

The ink burned busy: "I don\'t have it." After all, the teacher is also a very good person to be treated by him. He is a person who regards him as a relative. The ink is also shocked by the misunderstanding of his moment. He only feels very sorry. Oh, so the words "I don\'t have" blurted out.

The teacher did not speak for a long time, and said: "A burning."

"Ok?"

"I haven\'t said the second half yet." Shi Yan sighed softly. "Why are you so anxious to deny?"

This statement undoubtedly shows that the teacher has already understood the moment of the moment, and the ink burned the silver comb in his hand as a murderous blade.

Although this is due to the fear of the death of the late brothers of the late Qing Dynasty, no matter who is facing the ink burning station, Xue Meng or Xue Zhengyi, he will probably give birth to the shudder of the beggar. But in the face of the teacher, the ink burned down, and my heart is still uncomfortable.

He coveted: "...sorry."

In memory, when a teacher encounters a person, it is always gentle and broad, and there is little time to be cold or to blame others. But this evening, next to the lotus pond, the teacher looked at the ink, but he never made a sound for a long time.

Windy, full of lotus leaves rolled, red lotus light dance.

Shi Yan said: "People are not as good as the old ones, but Ah Burning, acquaintance for nearly ten years, I am in your heart, why is it so unbearable."

His voice was soft and calm, and there was not much anger and anger, and there was no grievance from crying. The ink burned into his eyes, and the two clear waters seemed to have seen everything, but they didn\'t want to care about anything. They didn\'t want to say anything more.

The teacher handed the comb that had overflowed with silver light to the ink-burning hand, faintly said: "Before the master looks at the meditation, let me put it on for him. Since you are here, I will hand it over to you. ”

"Teacher..."

However, the man with a long and beautiful beauty has crossed his shoulders and his footsteps are gentle. However, he never turned back and left the red lotus water of Wanye.


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