The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Hearing someone calling him, Ye recalled the past. Although her expression is embarrassing, her spirit is not as bad as the imaginary imagination.

Seeing the burning of the ink, the leaves are forgotten, and with him a gift, it is still the number of men's rituals - she can't change this habit and said: "Mu Gongzi."

The ink burned and looked at her, and looked at the Nangong Temple next to her.

He could not help but ask: "You... this is where you came from, how is this body blood..."

Ye forgets the road: "We started from Linyi, and we encountered evil spirits on the way. It is inevitable that the dress is not perfect, sorry."

Ink burning is about to ask again, Xue Zheng said: "The fire is coming? Yeah, let's talk about it."

When Chu Ning entered the house, he stopped looking at the ink, but sat down on his own position, rectifying the dress and looking at the Nangong Temple.

Although he and Nangong Temple did not have the name of mentoring, they also had the enlightenment. He saw Nangong for a moment, and his heart was inevitably sour, but the export was just a simple sentence: "... Are you all right?"

Since the death of the Confucianism, this is the first time someone has seen them and will ask them if they are doing well.

Nangong’s eyelids were a little red. He slammed his head down, and he squeezed his fist into a fist. He closed his eyes for a long time, and then restrained the urge to cry in front of Chu’s night. He said: “No, nothing, Still have a good time."

Chu night Ning gently sighed and hung down, no more words.

He did not believe in the words of Nangong, and Linyi Road was far away. How could the two young people feel like they were not suffering?

Xue Zhengyi was very distressed and helped explain: "Yu Heng, you have not come, it is like this. Nangong Gongzi and Ye girl found some clues and came to tell us."

"I heard, is it related to Xu Shuanglin?"

"Ok."

Chu night Ningdao: "Sit down and talk."

The ink burned and moved to the chair, but Nangong and Ye Jingxiu felt that they were dirty and stinky, and they were not willing to sit down. Chu nightning did not force them, and for a while, asked: "Where did you go there, where did you go later?"

Nangong Shu Road: "I and Ye Forgether were forced to sneak into the Weishan Mountain, which was separated by a river." Suddenly, continued, "Weishan is in a remote situation, it is inconvenient to subpoena, and Ye Yexi was injured again. So after the fire went out, we took a rest for a while before we returned... I returned to the Confucianist Gate."

Nowadays, listening to Nangong驷 mentions that the martial art that he first entered the red dust is already a human being. Chu Evening also couldn’t tell what it was like, half a sigh, sighed: "There should be no grass in the grass."

"The guru said it was good. It was true that the grass was not born, but there was something in the ruins."

Chu night Ning was asked: "What?"

"These bugs."

Nangong 驷 opened a **** pocket in front of him, opened half, half hidden, filled with worms, green shells with black spots, three big two small and five spots, the insect tail scattered Light **** suffocation. Most of these worms are still in the bag, seemingly afraid of light, but a few have already flown out, parked on the wall of the Danxin Temple, on the colonnade, the place where the climb climbed out another blood mark.

The ink burns the worm, the soul worm.

This kind of worm lives only in the blood pool near the Confucianism Gate of Linyi. It is a kind of worm that lives and does not die. It depends on eating human flesh and soul.

Almost all the elders felt that the worm was extremely disgusting. Lu Cun even took the mouth and nose directly from the sputum, and he could not stand the stench.

"We found these soul-eaters in the ruins." Nangong said, "I thought it was the worms in the nearby blood pool that were attracted, so I flew some here, but later I found out."

"How to say?"

"There are too many insects. I and Ye Ye have walked through the 72nd city of Confucianism, the bricks, the mud, the ashes, the densely numb. These are the soul-eaters. We feel that something is wrong. After careful inspection, we found that not only Adults, and larvae.... The master should understand what I mean."

Chu nightning did not understand the locusts, but at the beginning there was some embarrassment, but then I thought about it and I figured it out.

The blood pool is next to Weishan, and there is a big river separated from Linyi. The power of the soul-sucking wings is weak. The adult smells the breath of the dead. It can barely make sense, but what about the larvae?

How can the larvae squat across the river with their legs and cross the mountains and rivers, how could they come to the scorched earth of the Confucianism Gate.

Chu night Ning Emei said: "Is anyone placed here in advance?"

"Well, I think so."

The elders of the greedy wolf listened at the side, and suddenly realized: "This kind of soul worm can store spiritual power. After the catastrophe, the grievances are everywhere, and there are many monks in the Linyi. The worms eat the soul of the monks, and they become one and the other are stored differently. The seed of the attribute Spirit. With these thousands of seeds, even if you don't need your own spells, you can drive most of the arrays."

So who is the person who puts the bug? Who can predict the disaster in Linyi in advance? Who needs outside spiritual power?

No one answered, but the answer is self-evident.

Xue Zhengxuan said: "So, during the period of up and down the boundary, I have been relying on the traces of the spell to find Xu Shuanglin. As a result, he is not using his own power, but the worm?"

Nangong said: "Well, it is true."

Xue Zhengyi said: "Hey...Detecting spells, you can only detect people, and you can't detect the traces of the beasts. If Xu Shuanglin used this method, it can hide the traces for a long time."

He also asked the greedy wolf: "Can you track the worms and find the whereabouts of Xu Shuanglin?"

The greedy wolf said: "Impossible, the soul-eating worms go through the gloom, and after eating the soul fragments, they all go underground, and they can't find out."

Hearing here, Xue Zhengyi suddenly remembered something and said: "Since going to Nether, why not ask a master of guilty? He should be able to know the ghosts."

Chu nightning immediately said: "You don't have to ask him."

"why?"

"It is useless to find him." Chu said, "He doesn't want to get involved, nothing will be said."

Chu nightning was once a pro-disciple disciple of sin. At this moment, he said this sentence with such ulterior motives. Although everyone is puzzled, it is always difficult to say more, and the hall suddenly falls into silence.

For a long while, Xue Zhengyi muttered: "How is that good? Since Xu Shuanglin can use locusts

Spirituality avoids hunting and hunting, how can we check it is useless, is it because of him? ”

Chu Xiaoning proposed: "If you change your search and find ideas, can you do it?"

"How to say?"

"Respect the Lord, when Xu Shuanglin walked away, he took away three things. What kind of things do you remember?"

Xue Zhengyi slammed one by one: "Luo Fenghua's Linguin, Nangong..." He glanced at Nangong and sighed in his heart, letting his voice lighten. "The head of Nangong, there is also a god."

Chu night Ning said: "Well, there is always a purpose for a person to do things. When he is rushing to escape, he still insists on taking away these three things. It will never be idle and boring. Xu Sulin, this person, take his brother what to do?"

"Well... revenge?"

"Then he took the martial arts, what is it for?"

Xue Zhengxuan thought for a moment: "Resist the cracks in the ghost world by five pure spiritual powers."

"Tearing the cracks in the ghost world is to get the spiritual core of Luo Fenghua." Chu said, "I don't have to tear open the second time."

"What is it for?" Chu Yuning said: "I think there is a possibility, he is for the rebirth."

Xue Zheng sighed a bit: "But the rebirth...you don't need five kinds of pure spiritual power to perform, can you not show your master of sin?"

Chu Xiening shook his head: "The crime of sin has said that the law of rebirth in the world is not exactly the same, so the Lord does not have to use his display as a reference."

The greedy wolf heard this and sneered: "The jade elders have no idea, how can they dare to speculate, Xu Sulin is doing these to cultivate the rebirth?"

Chu night Ningdao: "With the last thing he took, Luo Fenghua's spiritual core."

Among the halls, Chu’s voice was steady and low, and methodical.

"A few years ago, I had tried a dying girl in Choi Butterfly Town. When she was young, she had a madman who was covered in blood. She gave her oranges to eat. She also said that her eyes look like herself. The old man, the madman finally said a word - Linyi has a man, twenty hearts are dead."

At the age of twenty, it was the Nangong bat that was planted and slammed by everyone for the age of eternal life.

At that year, Lingshan Conference, he was full of enthusiasm and arrogance. He felt that as long as he relied on his own talents and worked hard for his life, he would have fairness and justice and possess all the things he deserved.

However, he did his best and got only one name.

The sharp edge of the hand, the ambition of the heart, the enemy is not even the brother tongue lotus, slipping to shoot the horse.

He hates.

There is nowhere to be heard in the depths. Everyone is laughing at him, accusing him and spurning him.

In the end, the living person became a dead person, and the dead became a devil.

The devil has climbed out of the blood of the ruined mountain, and wants to go to all the righteous gentlemen in this world to recover the justice he deserves.

"This madman doesn't have to say much now, it's Xu Shuanglin, then who is it? Who is Luo Sui's eyes like?"

"It looks like a similar name and has a surname..." Xue Zheng said, "Isn't that Luo Fenghua?"

Chu night Ningdao: "I think it should be Luo Fenghua. At the bottom of Jincheng Lake, Xu Shuanglin tried to cherish the game of chess and rebirth. The chess game is for manipulating others, who is born again? He took away two bodies in total. The head of the Nangong, Luo Fenghua, is not always for the head of the Nangong."

Xue Zhengyi muttered: "But what did he do to resurrect Luo Fenghua? Isn’t Luo Fenghua not someone who has framed him?"

"The heart is unpredictable, can't be rumored." Chu said lately, "But he took Luo Fenghua's body, except for resurrection, I can't think of other uses."

Everyone was silent, and they thought about it. They all thought that Chu’s analysis was really good, but it was still unfounded. After all, these are only their inferences. The answer to this question is probably that Xu Shuanglin, who does not know where to hide at this moment, can answer himself.

After the meeting, the ink burned for a long time, and that night, he went to the warm cabinet to find Xue Zhengyi.

Xue Zhengxuan is reviewing the classics and looking at some of the contents related to "the soul worm", hoping to get some clues to trace the whereabouts of Xu Shuanglin.

"uncle."

"Fire? Is it so late, not going to sleep?"

"I can't sleep, there is something I want to ask my uncle."

Xue Zhengyi raised his chin and motioned him to sit down. The ink burned and hesitated. He asked the uncle to ask: "Uncle knows, Luo Fenghua...that is, Xu Shuanglin’s master, what kind of person is it?" "Luo Fenghua." Xue Zhengyi frowned, thinking hard for a long time, Shaking his head, "I have very little contact with him. I can’t say it. It’s probably...justice, fortitude, fairness, ignorance, but the temper is actually very good. It’s also a good thing to do things. It’s not going to drag the water. He is a Confucianist. At the time of the head, he also sent disciples to practice the demon and demon."

Ink burning: "In short, in addition to the position of the head of the Nangong family, he has no criticism in other places, right?"

Xue Zhengyi sighed: "Yes, there is no criticism. He is a good person. I don't want to understand. People like him can make such a heavy curse on their apprentices."

The ink burned for a moment, suddenly said: "Does the uncle think that you are only a person like Luo Fenghua?"

Xue Zheng stunned: "You want to say Yu Heng?... Got it, Yu Heng temper is good."

"No, it's another person."

"Who?"

Ink burning: "Leaves forget."

"Ah..." Xue Zhengyi slowly, the tiger's eyes were round, and the three words were chewed silently between his lips and tongues, and then he whispered, "Leaves forget..."

This person is kind and resolute, tough and unyielding, and Luo Fenghua, who only spent a year or so in the memory, is very similar.

"looks like?"

"...like." Xue Zhengyi was a little surprised, because Ye Jingxiu and Luo Fenghua were different in gender, and the age difference was big, and the status of Confucianism was different. So he did not put these two people before. I have compared them together, and at this moment, I was so ignited by the ink, I was surprised that these two people were just a model carved out, exactly the same. Xue Zhengyi was more and more surprised, and the long-lost memories appeared. He could even vaguely remember that when Luo Fenghua was only a Confucianist, the clothes he wore and the ones he used to wear were very similar. There are also two people who talk and behave in a speech.

Even the way to pull the bow -

When he was young, he also saw Luo Fenghua's bow, which was to celebrate Nangong Liu Shengchen. Confucianism also invited Xue's brothers. Xue Zhengyi remembered that the snow was in the sky. Luo Fenghua only had three fingers and bowstrings. From then on, the arrow smashed out of the air, scratching the smudges, and a snow-eyed rabbit outside the hundred steps fell to the ground.

Around the people are boasting that he bowed, Luo Fenghua just smiled softly, casually put the bow and arrow back, squatting on the left arm, fingertips subconsciously rubbing the body.

It is a set of movements that are flowing, and the final ending is not the same as the mighty and powerful of others.

Xue Zhengyi looked around and felt amazing, and he remembered it.

Suddenly at this moment, when the Battle of the Heavenly Cracks, the Ye Forgets and the Nangong Temple together made the bows and arrows, and the feathers of Nangong Temple were sharp, but Xue Zhengyi did not have much impression, but the leaves were forgotten, and a round of flying feather arrows was used up. It is always customary to slap the bow to the left arm and leg, and the backhand is also a pull, and the fingertip is subconsciously rubbing the bowstring.

I couldn't help but look at it at the time. It seemed that I felt that it was gentle and smooth, and the chic and self-contained posture was like someone.

He slammed his head and said, "Oh, really... really really! It’s just like it!"

The ink burned and raised his eyebrows: "What is the same?"

"The way the archery looks, Luo Fenghua is just like the forgetfulness of the leaves, exactly the same, exactly the same!"

The ink burned and watched Xue Zhengyi marveling again and again, and could not help but smile, but he said: "The uncle said this."

"Ah? Where is it wrong?"

Ink burning: "The cause and effect is wrong."

"Causal?"

"Well, it’s not Luo Fenghua’s like a leaf forgetting." Ink sighed, "It’s a leaf forget, like Luo Fenghua."

When he said this, the luster of his eyes was very bright. He felt that he could finally be sure this time. He must have not guessed wrong: Xu Shuanglin’s rebirth is to resurrect Luo Fenghua.

Although he did not know how many secrets of Confucianism in the past, there were still many secrets hidden in the past, but for the rest of his life, Xu Shuanglin of the last life can die for the sake of Ye, and this world will not only bear her, but why?

He does not think that Xu Shuanglin is simply because Ye Yexi is his own righteous woman, and he can't bear to start.

Xu Shuanglin, this person, seems to be very free and easy, saying "Linyi has a man, twenty hearts are dead", and the place where he lives is named "Sansheng Bieyuan", and one pair must forget the past in the past. After the virtue, even the name of the righteous woman, take the red and naked.

Forgetting.

Forget the old self, the old man, forget the hatred and kindness of the past.

However, Xu Shuanglin unknowingly cultivated the leaf forgetting into a reflection that could not be forgotten, and raised this abandoned orphan to another person.

This eagerly hopes that I will forget all the past, but perhaps from the beginning to the end, I live in the mud of memories.

At this point, there is a vague speculation in the burning heart, probably because he has been crazy in the dark, he feels that his prejudgment of Xu Shuanglin's behavior should be more accurate than others. However, his thoughts are not very convenient to say to others, you can only estimate it yourself and wait and see.

On the second day, the people who had been recalled by Xue Zhengyi, who had no results in the classics, said: "The poisonous insects are the strengths of the lonely moon night. It is better to find the soul-eaters on the site of the Confucianism Gate. It is better to inform Jiang Yan first."

&n璇玑 agrees: "The world's first pharmacist's cold scale holy hand is under Jiang Yan, let him find a way to check, there should be no mistake."

But Chu Xiaoning frowned and asked Ye Yexi Shi: "Ye girl, you grew up, have you ever seen your father raised any poisonous poisonous beast?"

"No."

"So what about medicine and animal training? You can have been involved."

"He...had only raised a parrot. Others said that it was a strange animal. It was a common puppies. He didn't have the mind to take it in. The medical skills were even weaker." To Xue Zhengyi said: "Do not tell the lonely moon night," "Why?" "If Xu Shuanglin is not good at medical skills and is not good at animal training, then it is not necessarily him who feeds the locusts. And most of it is the hand that sticks out in the last crack." "You are doubting the lonely moon night..." "The conclusion cannot be left." Chu said, "But caution is always right."