Chapter 76: Mourning

The face of the Jiuzhi lamp suddenly lost the blood: "...what?"
Seeing the change of the look of the Jiuzhi lamp, Liu Yunhe is very happy.
He likes people with weaknesses, because these people tend to be embarrassed and lose their armor.
"Dream Master does not remember?" Liu Yunhe's green crow's eyeball nailed to the face of Jiuzhi Deng, like a smile, "The cool valley of the first gentleman Wen Xuechen on the day of the wedding, the Lord is drunk, and the subordinate pain The past of Chen Zunzhu and Xu Xingzhi, and later talked with the subordinates about the world book..."
The nine branches of the lamp are cold and cold.
For a time, he could only see the six-clouded crane with a maliciously opened lips and a tongue that bounced between them.
... How can he talk about this matter with others?
At that time, he clearly said to himself thousands of times, to completely ruin the matter in his heart...
This matter is a secret of the day when he first entered Fengling.
The brothers gave him a little insignificant filial piety, and delivered his family book to the Grand Master of the Magic Road. However, he was flattened by Guangfujun thirty basaltic bats. He was in bed and soon started to burn. He was groggy in bed. Language.
Qu Chi has been pulled back to the face of Danyang Peak, leaving a Zhou Beinan anxious to scratch his head, and the two disciples who are responsible for taking care of Xu Xingzhi make the group turn around.
"What about water? Pour water."
"You, you, don't lie here! Boil water, not enough water."
The disciples are all teenagers who are not personnel and do not know how to take care of people. Zhou Beinan is a well-behaved son. He is thinking that people are like his newly-bred orchids. You can live with plenty of water.
Jiuzhi Lantern was outside the temple, and he did not dare to pass it by himself. However, he couldn’t stand the way of Zhou Beinan’s playing with Xu Xingzhi. He endured and endured, and he was about to get up. When he turned his head, he saw Wen Xue’s dusty wheelchair. I also put myself on the ground: "...predecessors."
Wen Xuechen did not answer, even lazy to give him a light, straight through his side.
When he was completely opposite, he was indifferent: "Don't be here. Go elsewhere."
At that time, the nine lights did not know that Wen Xuechen was extremely disgusted with the non-doing people, but there was also a feeling of thorns on his back, and he had to turn around and retreat.
Before leaving, he heard Wen Xuechen, who came to the temple, asked Zhou Beinan Road: "Have he got a fever?"
Zhou Beinan answered: "It will be cooked if you burn again."
Wen Xuechen was indulging for a long while: "Cobble some ice. Cut more and immerse him in it. It will be faster to cool down."
Zhou Beinan’s dreams are awakened:
Yes, it’s justified.

Obviously, the arrival of Wen Xuechen has no other benefits except to change the number of male sons in the temple from one to two.
"...there is a fart." Xu Xingzhi was sobered by the whispers in the room, just heard the words of Wen Xuechen's big words, his face was white. "Two brothers, I beg you to be a lot of adults, what? Don't worry, let me sleep well and become a failure."
The Jiuzhi lamp was separated from the sleeping hall of Xu Xingzhi, and all the way to find the way to clean and far away, but also avoided a lot of eyes like a rare animal.
Fortunately, there is no magic in his body, no spirit of the spirits, a lonely white paper, as long as he walks down his head, no matter where it floats, it will not attract attention.
He made up his mind and went to the Qingzhu Temple to plead guilty to the gentleman who had not met him.
The evils of Master Xu were provoked by him. Although the brothers did not blame him, the Jiuzhi Lan did not take the initiative to make it clear, and the conscience was uneasy. Secondly, it was not explained clearly. It is not good to stand in Fengling Mountain in the future.
The coil was wound around and walked to the window of the side of the Qingzhu Temple. He suddenly heard the voice of Guangfujun: "... Brother, you said it lightly! You know that when I know that he went to the Magic Road privately, I can’t wait for the time. It’s good to kill him!"
The nine branches of the lamp were shocked and sighed, and they fell between the green bamboos.
"Nothing is so serious..." A soft, slightly microsounding sound drifted out of the window. "Xiyun, it’s just to send a letter, and there’s also a child from Quchi."
"Isn't it serious? If he is in conflict with the people in the Great Altar of the Magic Road? If the eternal death is there, the artifacts are gone, and they fall out of the hands of the magic, what should they do?" Anxious, "Sister, what am I doing for him this time, don't you know? If he is seriously injured, we can get the world book back!"
The nine branches of light are condensed.
In the window, the soft voice is no longer spoken, only the rest of Guangfujun’s helplessness after the anger:
Brother, I know what you want to say. God does have a good life, it can be turbulent, it’s hard to measure, even It is difficult for Daozu Laojun to count one or two. Xu Xingzhi’s temperament is unhealthy and difficult to raise..."
The man he called "the brother" is not: "I am not protected by the virtues of God."
"Why is that?"
When the man hesitated for a moment, he softly said: "I can't bear it."
Guangfu Jun: "..."
"His nature is never bad, and there is a funny and gentle child in his heart." The man smiled lightly. "If I can have a son and produce his appearance, I will be satisfied."
Guangfu Junqi: "...you are really unfortunate at home."
"Unfortunately, it’s right." The man whispered. "In that year, the town was three or two yellow wines. He became attached to me. I introduced him to Fengling. Later, if I didn't drink with him, I drunk after taking it. He entered the Tongtian Pavilion, and he would not be mistaken by the world book for the Lord. I can't afford him, I will protect him forever."
The two later said something before they quit the partial hall.
Perhaps it is believed that no disciples will pass through here in the afternoon. Perhaps it is believed that even if a disciple passes, there will be traces of spiritual flow, and there is no need to worry about it. Guangfu Jun has not been careless and has not set up a protective enchantment.
The Jiuzhi lamp just did not cultivate, and the walking was extra careful. All kinds of coincidences were mixed, and the secret was passed from the two known populations to the third person.
The white paper of the Jiuzhi lamp floated silently, but did not want to dye the first ink here.
The nine lights that were first known to be secret were scared. He squatted under the window for a long time, and he took full advantage of his strength and ran back to Xu Xingzhi’s dormitory.
He still dared not enter the hall without permission, and then quietly climbed up the roof of the brothers' temple, staying up the night, uncovering the tiles, and looking at the young man who was sleeping in bed.
Looking at it, the nine branches of lights faintly have a feeling of mutual sympathy with him, and even think that the brothers are more pitiful than themselves.
After all, the nine lights know the reasons for their rejection, and the brothers don’t know anything.
However, the Jiuzhi lamp has not been able to solve the problem for a long time.
- After a long period of time, the Jiuzhi lamp still does not know, Guangfu Jun will be gone, why even Qing Jingjun did not notice that he was outside the window?
When he was young and fashionable, he might think that Qing Jingjun was worried about his brother, and he didn’t care.
However, as time went by, the Jiuzhi lamp became more and more skeptical. In fact, Qing Jingjun knew that he was there.
The reason why he does not pierce the nine lights is quite simple.
If he smashes the matter, according to the character of Guangfujun, the nine lights that are descendants of the magical path know that these secrets will be "violent" in the Fengling Mountains for some special reasons.
Qing Jingjun has always been tempted by water, and his heart is like the sea. If he does not want to hurt anyone, he will choose "inaction", for himself and for his brother.
However, nowadays, the only quiet King who can answer his question is no longer there.
What is the meaning of truth geometry?
The nine branches of the lamp hang over and look at the six Yun Yun cranes in front of them. The voice has lost the joy and anger: "You have harmed Master and also hurt your brother."
Liu Yunhe cocked his chin and smiled fearlessly: "In a big way, the demon lord tells his secrets, and naturally he thinks that you want me to do something."
Nine lights sneered and did not comment on his actions.
Liu Yunhe saw his sarcasm, and his heart was indignant. He gave birth to a sharp piece of thorns, and the voice became sharp. "Nine lights, what is your expression? In the year of the hunting, Master died in Fenglingyue." Under the dust, this time, he died for the magic road again! What about you? In addition to dragging the magic road into the abyss step by step, step by step to force the magic road to be broken, what have you done? What can you do?!"
Nine lights stared at him quietly, with hidden undercurrents in his eyes.
"Kill one for sin, Tu Wan is male!" The silence of the Jiuzhi lamp angered the Liuyun crane. His legs were broken and he could not afford to struggle. He simply stunned his lips and shouted. "I am ruined by one's own strength." The master of Fengling Mountain, ruined the first person of Fengling Mountain, I am worthy of the magic road! Jiuzhi Deng, what are you?! What are you counting? Why do you punish me?"
The more he said it, the more he said it, the more he said, the more he said, "Why do you think you can go back? You are the magic road! You are a magic road since you are born! You kill me, you are in your body." Still the blood of the magic road!"
"Why should I kill you?"
The Jiuzhi lamp finally opened its mouth, and the cold eyes like the snow-stained blade turned to the Liuyun crane. Seriously asked: "...is it alive, is it not more than ten thousand times worse than death?"
When Liu Yunhe was dragged away by the magical disciples he called, he struggled and laughed: "I am still alive? See how you destroy the magic road?"
Nine lights did not answer his question.
Soon, there was only one person left in the temple.
He picked up a copper cup and a copper jug ​​from the overturned table. There was still some residual wine inside, and he could fill it with a full cup.
The Jiuzhi lamp walked to the empty hall with a full glass.
The night wind blew the moonlight into a mess. He wrapped his tight robe and was still coughed twice by the wind. Some of the wine poured out and fell in front of the empty plane.
Liu Yunhe’s question was exhausted, and Jiuzhi Lan had asked himself thousands of times in countless nights.
How is he going to treat the magic? Where will he lead the way of the magic road?
At the beginning, the devil's main position, the body of the refining yuan, the nine lights recognized only to satisfy their own lusts, but simply wanted to qualify for the brothers.
Now, the brother is gone, and the master is not there.
There is no brother, no master's right path, what else is worthy of his nostalgia?
Liu Yunhe is right, it is the hometown of his life.
- Moreover, knowing that the brothers have a back injury, only himself and Meng Zhongguang. Since the brothers were saved by Meng Zhongguang, then the only person he suspected was left alone.
However, what can he argue with? Isn't it that he put the back injury of his brother to the irrelevant neighbors? Isn't it his drunkenness that hurts his brother to this field?
Before he closed his eyes, it was the tomorrow with his brother, and that tomorrow, it will never come.
The Jiuzhi lamp picked up the wine glass in his hand, but did not drink it. Instead, he even brought the wine in the cup and fell into the Songming Iron Torch in front of the temple.
The flames began to rise, the golden snake danced wildly, and found the snake letter, arrogantly slamming a wind chime under the gallery.
The fire reflected the light of the nine branches of the water, and the sound of the sound of the hustle and bustle, what Xu Xingzhi had said to him also sang a strange echo in his ear.
"The magic road, the ghost road and the fairy road are the same."
"As long as you don't want to be a disaster, you only practice your own body, then the three differences are only in prejudice."
Then, the roar of Liu Yunhe’s roaring sounded in his ear:
Kill one for sin, Tu Wanweixiong!!!

At this time, I think of these words again. The nine branches of lights have a sense of openness and enthusiasm.
- Yes, my brother, the small lamp is really wrong, too much emphasis on the difference between the Tao and the Tao.
If you can bring the magic road to the right track, if you can let the magic people practice their own bodies and concentrate on the industry, what is the difference between the four doors and the magic road?
. . . Since the four doors can lead the Taoism and belong to the orthodoxy, what is the magic path? !
The burning flame of light engulfed the face of the young man's attachment, and burned many mournings.
Since the tears of a cry, the spirit of Xu Xingzhi has improved a lot.
It was decided not to go to Fengling to seek revenge. The two men went back to Fengling, stopped and walked, and went to a southern town far away from the dust. With the surrounding scenery satisfied, Meng Zhongguang collected from his own years. In the baby, pick out an insignificant jade finger, in exchange for silver money, buy a small building that is independent of the single house.
In the twinkling of an eye, the summer is still in the summer, but the summer is still a little bit, but it is a bit more autumn.
Xu Xingzhi studied half a afternoon of swordsmanship in a small courtyard in his home. He was bored and took Meng Zhongguang to the streets.
Xu Xingzhi and Meng Chongguang are both good at the best. Walking on the street, they look like a tight-eyed girl, and it is inevitable that the girl who passed by will frequently look back.
But most of them look at Xu Xingzhi.
After all, although Meng Chongguang is higher, but he is too beautiful, Xiu Xiu is as pure as a jade bottle of value. If he takes home, he must be treasured and cleaned three times a day.
And Xu Xingzhi is totally different, the handsome man with a very standard face, like a pine, a pair of smiles wherever you fall, it seems to be tempting people, it is inevitable to make people think.
This is why Meng Zhongguang has to follow him every time he goes to the streets.
Xu Xingzhi only has half of his own and Meng Zhongguang, each has its own merits, and he will not think much about anything. He will hold the fan in his left hand and swing between the cities.
Meng Zhongguang followed behind him and bought a bowl of plum soup.
The clean and hand-picked white porcelain bowl is filled with brightly colored plum soup, crushed hail, and a drink, only to feel the ambiguity of the sky, Xu Xingzhi took his mouth and took a sip, not forgetting Look at his head to show praise.
The town is small and can be measured with a pair of legs. After all, Xu Xingzhi was seriously injured and he was a little tired. He randomly picked a small booth and sat down. He said: "You want a bowl of three fresh powder."
The girl who watched the booth only looked at Xu Xingzhi's face quietly. When she was in the heart of spring, her hand was wrong. The egg that was intended to be under the powder was broken up. The crisp egg yolk dyed the powder soup.
When the girl brought the three fresh powder to the table, she shone a face and said: "This... it’s too ugly. I will make another one with you."
Xu Xingzhi put down the left hand finger of the rich lip, and inserted the fan back into the waist. He didn't mind taking over the three fresh powder that broke the bowl of eggs. He naturally laughed: "The person who is pleasing to the eye, one person is enough." /div>