Chapter 119: Master respects the four souls

Although Chu Evening did not hear what Rong Ji shouted at the back, he did not need more explanations. He also understood that it was only in the warehouse that Rong Ji deliberately provoked him, asked him to be angry, and look good on time. Escape to inform.

I think that I will think twice about things I have encountered, but now I have become more concerned about the things related to ink burning, but I have been able to make a second idiot swindle in a few words, and Chu Ning is somewhat embarrassed.

He looked at the burning place in front of him and couldn't help but ask: "Are you later... Have you ever visited Xiantaolou?"

I can't help but hear the name that I am almost forgotten by myself. I burned my feet and sighed with anger. "Yongjiu is a beast! He said that I went to Xiantaolou again later! How can I go there again! Master you Is it because I am angry with me, saying that I lied to you?"

"..."

"I have never been to those who have never been to me after the good and evil.... In those places, I have never deceived the Master. If the Master does not believe it, I will use the ghosts to tie me up and interrogate."

"……no need."

Chu Xiuning lowered his eyes and looked at the ghosts in his hands. He thought that if he didn’t ask, he would use the Liu Li, who was filled with spiritual power, to burn his skin, and it was really...

Wait a minute, Shenwu? !

The glaring fire illuminates his eyebrows in the night, and Chu nighting stares at it for a moment, and his heart has turned up the storm, trying to infuse the spirit in the ghost into his palm, and feels awkward at the time. Enthusiastic power is constantly coming.

Chu Xi Ning suddenly understands where to get the source of spiritual power -

Between the living and the dead, although they can no longer pass each other's spiritual flow, but the spiritual power of Shenwu does not matter, the ghosts and gods, as long as the weapons themselves do not resist, then they are common!

The ink burned halfway, and suddenly Chu stayed in the footsteps. He immediately turned back and asked anxiously: "Master, what happened?"

There was still color on his face, bloody, and the black eyes were more and more pitiful.

Chu night Ning licked his lips, both awkward and somewhat intolerant, but the self-respect and pride in his bones made him feel that although he was smashed, this kid was indeed entangled with Zhang Sanrongji.

So thinking for a moment, Chu nightning did not know what tone he should use, what face to face him, so he had to be simple, continue to have no tone, and no expression:

"The ink burns, you stand, and go back to the palace wall."

"……doing what?"

Chu night Ning faintly said: "Give you a trick."

"..."

I still haven't responded to what the teacher said. It is the source of the red light source that flows to the ghost of Chu's late life, and the whole soul is covered with a hot flame. The ink burned with big eyes, and the night of Ning and the ghosts echoed for a moment. Suddenly the flame disappeared. The man in the golden red robe rushed to the willow, and turned back to himself:

"Ink burning, the next order to hell."

The ink burned vaguely knew what he was going to do. Although it was unbelievable, he immediately shouted: "Hell, the teacher is like me, listen to his orders."

Liu Teng smashed in the hands of Chu, and burst into a string of sparkling red sparks. The willows on the vines were full of sparkling light.

Chu Xiaoning raised his other hand, and his fingertips wiped the vine body in an inch and an inch. Wherever he passed, Guanghua surging. Thousands of yin soldiers have already arrived at the front of the two people. They are behind the towering towers, and the palace walls that have been sealed up by enchantment have no way to retreat.

However, Chu Xiaoning did not intend to retreat.

I only saw a gleaming splash in his gaze, floating a thousand layers of scorpion, the hurricane swelled, the robes danced wildly, and Chu nightning held a sway of Liu Teng volley, and the ghosts rushed out like a dragon. , shine through the night!

Hearing the instructions of the ink-burning, and no longer rejecting the late night, but the spiritual power of his own strength, continuously gathered in the soul of the late night.

In the late night of the Chu Dynasty, there was a dazzling brilliance of the brilliance, and the voice was calm and steady: "Hell, people!"

"Boom--" In the blink of an eye, countless golden and red interlaced willows broke through the ground, tearing the majestic temple into pieces of broken bricks, and the thick ancient vines clung to the ghosts and ghosts, dragging them to Liu The center of the vine is sealed.

The ink burned and glared at all of this, watching the martial arts and the remnant of the soul echo, blending.

Looking at the Chu night Ning robes flying, the ink is like a cloud.

After the death of his life, it was the blazing glory of this earth-shattering, unstoppable.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chu Xi Ning slammed back and put his hand on the palace wall. It was only a closed-end effort, and immediately broke the weak point of the enchantment.

"Up to nine feet, four inches to the right, you use fire attack!"

The ink burned immediately as he said, and when the ghosts in the palace had not yet come to the reaction, the curse of the fire was gathered in the palm, and it slammed down to the position pointed by Chu Yuning!

In an instant, the earth moved to the mountain, and the palace wall of the sky quickly collapsed and restored to its original high appearance. The seal enchantment that guarded the surrounding area was also instantly split and collapsed into powder.

"Go out!"

Needless to say the second time, the ink burned to the wall, and the body will pull back the late Chu Ning, who came out from the four ghosts and palaces. The figure is extremely fast and disappears into the night...

In the narrow lane, Mo’s night and the smoldering one leaned against a wall and looked at each other. Nothing was said. In the end, the ink did not hold back. He laughed first: “The old ghost is afraid Exhausted... Hey!" He licked his mouth and the wound on his cheek hurt.

"..." Chu Yuning said, "Don't laugh."

I don’t laugh when the ink burns. In the dark alley, his eyelashes move lightly, and the black and warm eyes look at each other: "Master, you are not angry with me?"

If he said "Master, you yell at me", then Chu will rather feel uncomfortable listening, but he asked himself if he was still angry, and Chu nightned for a moment, silently circumvented the topic: "... ...you are quick to cast spells. We escaped from the four ghost kings' palaces. He has no face to talk to other ghost kings for a while, but it may not be long after dragging."

When he heard this, he knew that Chu would rather not leave, and he would not leave. The heart that had been close to him from the moment was finally relaxed.

The ink burned and couldn't help but laughed: "Well." He smiled and hurt, and could not help but lick his face.

Chu nightning: "........."

The ink burns out the soul-collecting lamp, holding it in the hand, bowing his head and silently chanting the curse. After three rounds of reciprocation, the soul-lighting lamp suddenly emits dazzling brilliance, and the person who shines can't open his eyes.

He seems to have heard the screaming voice of the master of sin, passing through the rushing water of Huang Quan, passing through the quiet and peaceful forgetting of the river.

"When will it come back... When will it come..."

The voice was very far-reaching and almost impossible to distinguish. After a while, the humming of "When to return" seemed to be closer, and then the voice of the master of sin was ringing in the ink.

"Why are there two souls?" There is a trace of doubt in the voice of the master of guilt.

When the ink burns and closes the eyes, he will say things to his sins in his mind.

The voice was quiet for a moment and said: "Have you seen the Chu of the SF Building?"

"Ok."

"..."

"Grandmaster?"

"Nothing, since Chu Gongzi said that there are two souls that are normal, that should be the case." He said, "It’s just that barren has never tried to recall two souls from the ghost world at the same time. It will be a little longer, and the troubled ink donor will wait a little longer."

The ink burned the four kings palace and asked: "How long will it take? We will come out from the four ghost palaces, I don't know when they will catch up..."

"It won't be too long, please ask the donor."

When the crime is dropped, the voice is even more faded. After a while, it is completely overwhelmed by the humility of "when to return."

Chu Xiaoning couldn’t hear the voice of guilty, and frowned slightly: "What?"

“The teacher’s soul is special, the master said that he needs to wait a second.” Mo burned, “It’s too close to the palace, let’s go further.”

Chu Xiaoning nodded, and the two went to a corner. At this time, the sky was already bright. The old man who was guiding the road was preparing to collect the stalls. When he saw the ink, "Oh," he was very surprised.

"Looking for someone?"

The ink burned did not expect to hit him again, and stunned, and then said: "Looking, looking for it, thank you."

"What is thankful for this is that Xiaoxianjun is good for himself. Hey...has your face broken?"

"Oh, it was whipped by the ghosts of the sinisters."

"No wonder, I said that ordinary things should not hurt ghosts, oh... this should hurt."

The old man thought for a moment, put the packed drawers down again, cooked two bowls of small oysters, and gave them to them. "There are no sales left today. Please eat some and leave."

The ink blew the road, thanking the old man and picking up the burden, and going far away, this put the soup bowl on the small stone bench next to it.

Chu nightning does not like to eat green onions, the old man’s soup sprinkled some chopped green onion, the ink burned the bowl of green onion in front of him, and then confronted the night in front of Chu, and said: "Master, eat this Bowl."

"..." Chu night Ning took a look at him, did not push it, picked up the spoon and slowly tasted it.

The ink burned and he watched him eat. The cold soup head of the ghost world touched his pale lips, and the soup and the soup were all divided, and the authentic ghosts were eaten.

"Tasty?"

"It's still."

"The dragon that you didn't do is delicious."

"Cough!" Chu night Ning couldn't get out of defense, as if he had been picked up, he looked up slyly, squinting at the person holding his eyes and smiling at him, and suddenly felt like a strong shell. The rivers that were exposed to the sun in the hot sun were gone.

"...What dragon is a copy?"

The elders of Yu Heng squinted and looked solemn, trying to fill the stupidity and hide the teacher who had fallen to the ground.

"Don't pretend." But when the teacher Wei hadn't picked it up, he was smashed by the smoldering out of his hair.

Chu Yuening was very angry and frustrated.

"I know it."

"..."

The smoldering lantern that took the human soul was taken out of the sacred sac, and placed on the side of the stone bench. He said: "When the teacher is alive, he is awkward and comes to the land, and only the soul is honest."

"I am doing it for you, but it is..."

The ink burned his eyebrows and looked at him like a smile.

But what is it?

What is your heart? Are you afraid of being hungry? Quite regret?

He can't say these words.

Chu Xiaoning felt that his heart was hidden. He always had more self-esteem than ordinary people. He regarded "good for others", "loving one person" and "attaching" as a shameful thing. In the wind and rain, he was used to it, and became a towering towering giant.

This kind of giant wood, never like a flower, trembles, irritating, and does not sway like vine snails, swaying in the wind, itching.

He was only so silent and solemn, very steady, and very reliable. He silently sheltered the passing people from the wind and rain, and let the people who leaned under the trees enjoy the cold.

Perhaps it is because the birth is too high, too lush, people must deliberately look up, only to find - ah, the original gentle shade, he cast.

But those who came and went, no one raised their heads and no one found him.

People's vision is always used to seeing places lower than themselves, to be more than their own, so he gradually gets used to it, and getting used to it becomes nature.

In fact, no one in the world is born to be a dependent, born to be dependent.

Those who are always attached to the strong will become more and more charming, softer and softer, stretch the boneless waist, and seek a world with welcoming, flattering, sweet words.

Another kind of person, such as Chu Yuning, has been a dependent person since he came out of the mountain. Such people will become more and more resolute and stronger, and later they will become iron and their hearts will become hundreds. Steel making. These people are used to the weakness of others, and they are so eager to reveal the softness of a star and a half.

They are the ones who hold the sword and must be fully armed and ready to go.

Do not expose the soft ribs, but do not know what is gentle township.

After a long time, it seems to have forgotten. In fact, when I was born, I was affectionate and tender. When I was a child, I would cry and laugh when I was a child. I would fall and climb myself. I also longed to have a hand to help myself. .

He may have looked forward to expecting a person to help him. But I waited once, no, the second time, still not, he gradually got used to it in the loss of time and again. When someone really comes to help him, he will only feel that it is unnecessary and feels shame.

Just fell for a while.

If the legs are not broken, why bother.

If the leg is broken, this kind of person will think again.

Oh, it’s just that the leg is broken, and it’s not dead. Why bother.

If it is dead.

When you are a ghost, you have to think about it. Hey, anyway, he is dead. He said that there are more emotions.

They are trying to get rid of the temperament of being a weak person, but unconsciously, they fall into another kind of temperament, one by one suffering from self-esteem and incurable.

The ink burns this incurable person and sees what he wants to say.

After all, Chu Xiaoning did not say anything, licked his lips and put the spoon down.

He is very unhappy.

So after a long while, he stood up and said, "You try to apply a method, I will go into the sacred light."

"Ah..." The ink burned and smiled. "Is the soul-lighting a conch shell? If you are embarrassed, you will hide in."

Chu night Ning looked majestic and looked at his sleeve: "Sorry? You talk about it, what am I embarrassed?"

"The teacher is sorry, of course, because..."

"!" I didn't expect him to be able to talk thickly, and Chu Ning was like a needle, and he said, "You stay."

"Because it is good to me."

"..............."

The ink burned and stood up. The red clouds of the ghost world floated across the sky, and the faintly crooked moon that covered it covered the head, sprinkling a layer of frost on the ground and illuminating the burning face.

He no longer laughs, his expression is solemn and solemn.

"Master, I know that you are good to me. I said these words now, I don't know if you can remember after returning to the soul, but... I want to tell you anyway. From now on, you will It is one of the most important people in my world. I have done a lot of ridiculous things in the past. I have the best masters in the whole world, but I still feel resentful. Now I just want to come, I just regret it."

Chu night Ning looked at him.

Ink burning: "Master is the best and the best, and the disciple is the worst and worst."

Chu Zhongning was originally a little uneasy in his heart, but he was so clumsy when he heard the ink burned with his pitiful words and tried to express himself and did his best.

For a long time, I couldn’t hold back, and finally I smiled.

"Oh." He nodded and repeated. "Master is the best and best teacher. The apprentice is the worst and worst apprentice. You finally have some self-knowledge."

Chu Yuening is never a greedy person. He gives a lot to others. He always asks for very little. Although he does not get the feeling of burning, he can be the most important person and be the best teacher. That's not bad either.

He was a man who was emotionally poor and screaming, so poor, but not willing to beg.

Someone is willing to give him a small piece of hot biscuits.

He felt very happy, and he was very satisfied with a small mouth and a small mouth.

It was this stupid guy who burned this piece of soul, and he was laughed at by this piece of soul. He was so happy that he couldn’t tell the joy. He said, "Master, you should smile more, you laugh more than not. Laugh and look good."

Chu nightning did not smile.

Self-esteem. I feel that "good-looking" is the praise that wildflowers and weeds have to show off in style. For example, he does not want to.

I can't burn the eye-catching meditation and praise his good teacher: "You know, you know, you laugh... oh...only that word can describe..."

He is trying to figure out what kind of words can express the beautiful scenery that he only saw.

Related to laughter.

The scorpion of the local government rang three times.

This person is blessed to the soul and blurted out: "Yes! With a smile!"

"..."

Chu nightning is really angry this time, he is no longer willing to pay attention to ink burning, suddenly waved his sleeves, took the lead light, and sighed: "Ink rain, you still do not cast spells? You If I talk more about nonsense, I will go back to the four royal palaces on my own, and it will be better to return to the world and listen to your nonsense all day long!"

The ink burns.

Happiness Jiuquan... Is he using it wrong?

In the Yin Cao government, there is a particularly nice smile, no, no problem...

After the dispute at the intersection, there was some publicity. I didn’t know where I was wrong, but since the master told him to shut up, he shut up. Thinking this way, the ink burned his head and pulled the night to a corner. At this time, the slow singing in his mind has become more and more loud, and the ink burned and tried to ask for sin: "Master, is it alright?"

There was a moment of silence, and the sound of the wooden fish came, and the voice of sin seemed to be in the ear, and it became very clear.

"It’s right now."

When the guilty voice is falling, a little golden light is scattered from the second soul of Chu’s late night, and the soul standing in front of it becomes more and more faded with the golden light, and finally turns into a ray of fire, Galaxy. All of them broke into the soul light.

The ink burned the sound of the master's voice, passing through the rushing water of Huangquan, passing through the quiet and peaceful forgotten reed.

"When will it come back... When will it come..."

All the bitterness is gradually washed away into paleness in this long Buddha's voice that is close to sigh. The ink burns with the spirit of the soul, only the body is getting lighter and more vain.

"Boom!"

A crisp and hard wooden fish ring.

Like a sharp blade, suddenly smashed this stunned temper.

The ink burned and blinked, and seemed to be awakened!

Everything in the ghost world has dissipated, just like a big dream made not long ago. He found himself lying on a bamboo pole, and the bamboo poles docked at the bridge of the dead and the dead. Under the bamboo film, the flowing water was flowing and the waves were splashing.

The sky is crab blue, but it has been stained with some thin red. The bamboo leaves on both sides of the river are flying, and the thousands of leaves are fresh and tender.

Dawn seems to be coming.

He blinked openly.

Suddenly I found that the light of the soul in my arms was gone, and I was so shocked that I suddenly sat up.

"Master -!"

"Don't shout."

Someone said faintly.

The ink gasped, like a person who had experienced a nightmare, turned pale face palely, and saw the sinful sitting on the shore, knocking on the wooden fish resting on the bluestone, picking up the eyelids.

"You shout, he can't hear it at the moment."

The soul-inducing lamp rests on the edge of the wooden fish, overflowing with colorful light, Jin Huizhen, Chu Xinning's soul power, can not tell the beautiful.

I was guilty of sinning and igniting the light. I stood up from the rock and nodded to the ink: "Ink, you are doing very well."

The ink burned up and jumped from the bamboo pole to the shore. Pulling the guilty suspicion and asking: "Master, let's go to the Frost Heaven Hall to find the servant's body? Come a little faster, I am afraid that the soul will be scattered again."

I couldn’t help but smile: "Which is so easy to disperse?" Then he said, "You don't worry, the poor has already let Xue Shizhu go to talk with your head. The night of the night is supposed to have been Move to the red lotus otter, where the barren is going to retreat and cast the law, and the soul of your master will be once again into the body."

Inkburn said: "Let's go, let's go!" I saw the look of guilty sin and laughter, and said: "The master is slow, no hurry, no hurry."

Can be divided into eyebrows wrinkled, feet consciously marching forward, and some want to reach out to pull the sleeves of sin, how can there be a little bit of anxious appearance.

He shook his head in guilty sigh and smiled and said: "The little donor is also useless."

The ink burned and waved again and again: "No hurry, no hurry, no hurry, it is important."

"Yeah, it's important to be secure, the soul is inseparable, and you can't immediately return to the flesh. Otherwise, you can go against the sky and it's easy to fly. The barren nature is slowly coming."

"Right right, good, come slowly." The ink burned and echoed, but still couldn't help it, hesitated and asked carefully, "How long will it take for the Master to resurrect?"

The crime is very calm: "Five years."

"It turns out that five years are five... five years??!!"

The smoldering was shocked and I felt that I was hit.

"The fastest five years."

Ink burning: "....................."

The author has something to say: When the Master is officially awake, what he sees will be the Burning 2.0~~ Come on! Prepare for system upgrade!