Chapter 669

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His voice seemed to have aged a hundred years in an instant.

"He knelt on the ground and looked at me. I suddenly wondered if the Buddha had that look in his eyes when he forgave the mortals who had hurt him."

"He was pitying his executioner, the creatures under the knife, and the bloody butcher."

"No!!!" Mo Ran hissed.

But the light of the knife flashed, and he suddenly closed his eyes. There was a clearly audible stabbing sound, and Mo Ran curled up on the ground.

"don't want……"

Hot blood spurts out, and flesh and blood are separated.

The ink burned and wailed and crawled over to Chu Wanning. He kept shaking his head and crying, and he was in a panic. He hurriedly blocked Chu Wanning's wound and tried to infuse spiritual power to stop the bleeding.

Nothing works.

Nothing works.

He watched as Chu Wanning endured the pain and used magic to prevent himself from fainting from pain in an instant. He watched as Chu Wanning stabbed the knife into his chest inch by inch, and there was blood everywhere.

Hot, rushing, fiery.

How could it not be a living person?

Meat, it is meat that is torn apart.

Bright red, fishy sweet, broken.

How could it not be a living person? ! how come! ! !

Huaisui stood there stiffly, his expression still fixed at the last moment, looking ferocious and cruel, but the light in his eyes was flickering, trembling, trembling, and at a loss...

Is this really what he hoped for?

At that moment, the picture scroll suddenly became dynamic and blurry, and the scene in front of Mo Ran became distorted and messy because of his guilt when making this scroll.

He saw how many old things emerged in the blood, each one was soft and true.

Mo Ran saw that the eleven or twelve-year-old Chu Wanning was about to leave after calling Tian Wen in Jin Chengchi, but a Guqin with a tail shaped like a crabapple wood emerged from the lake. The moment it floated on the water, Chu Wanning's body also shone with light, seeming to complement it. He touched the strings of the guqin in surprise and confusion: "What is going on?"

Huai Zui immediately guessed that this guqin was probably also made from a section of Emperor Yan's sacred wood. It and Chu Wanning were of the same lineage, and they would naturally perceive each other. His expression looked very excited, a little surprised, but also a little happy: "This should be your destined divine weapon."

"Destined Shenwu?"

While feeling guilty and surprised, his eyes were a little dodgey: "...yes, some people are born with extraordinary bones, and their birth is closely related to the gods and martial arts."

Allen Chu smiled: "My bones are so good?"

"..." Gui Gui avoided answering, only caressing the wooden body of Jiu Ge, and sighed, "This guqin is destined to you. I'm afraid it can be summoned without a spiritual core... It is connected to your blood. "

As soon as the scene turned, Mo Ran saw two people walking outside Lin'an City. They followed Xiao Wanning with guilt and kept telling him to walk slower.

He saw the steaming flower cake, and Chu Wanning had a smile on his face across the steam.

He saw that in the inn, Chu Wanning was holding a small cattail leaf fan, trying hard to help Huaisui, who was meditating, cool down.

He saw Chu Wanning eating sweet-scented osmanthus and lotus root for the first time. The sweet juice filled his mouth, and he grinned at Gui Gui.

Finally, the vision was fixed on a lotus pond in the summer of a certain year. The lotus leaves touching the sky were infinitely green, the lotus flowers in the pond were in full bloom, and the red dragonflies were dancing high and low, curling up and down. It was a perfect evening.

Chu Wanning, who was five or six years old, smiled and learned to meditate cross-legged without guilt. He looked at his master with a pair of dark and gentle eyes: "Master, master, let's play again, play again."

Huai Gui said: "No more fun, Master is going to the dining hall to recite sutras and save his old friends."

"Let's play it once before we go. The last time, really the last time."

Then, without waiting for the big monk to speak, the little guy had already rolled up the sleeves of his green-gray monk's robe. The lotus flowers were swaying. He stretched out his little hand and touched the sinful hand with great interest. The child's voice was sweet and crisp. , like fresh water chestnuts and sweet lotus roots.

"You are against one, I am against one, what blooms in the water? Lotus blossoms in the water.

You are against two, I am against two, why are they blooming in bunches? The elm trees are blooming in clusters. "

I had no choice but to look at his smiling face, and in the end I had no choice but to shake my head, smile and clap my hands with him, playing a childish game.

"You are against Jiu, I am against Jiu, why do flowers bloom and go with the wind? Dandelions bloom and go with the wind.

You are against ten and I am against ten. What flowers have no leaves? Wintersweet flowers bloom without leaves. "

The clothes are stained with blood, and the red lotus is soaked.

In the Zen courtyard, I closed my eyes while feeling guilty.

It's...a broken piece of wood.

The laughter of Lang Lang in the past is still in my ears.

Yes, a soulless person.

"What are the flowers blooming in the water? Hahaha, Master is so stupid, the lotus flowers are blooming in the water."

It's an empty shell, it's the body he wants to sacrifice to Chu Xun, it's the tree of atonement he spent hundreds of years to get! Not a living person! No soul! !

"Master, share half of the flower cake with you. You eat the big one and I eat the small one."

Tears of guilt flowed down.

He trembled and trembled violently, he winced, and he ran towards the child who had already pierced the heart with the blade, and whose spiritual core had begun to rupture and was about to be dug out.

He knelt down, he howled in pain, and his voice was hoarse. He was holding Chu Wanning at the moment, but he could only be the same as the ink burning by Chu Wanning. The cry in his throat was like crying.

Blood, like a knife, stabbed not Chu Wanning's heart, but his voice and his soul.

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