Chapter 668

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"Please, run quickly..."

Chu Wanning did not leave. He was like a pine and cypress, walking towards Huaisui step by step, and finally stood still. His high ponytail was blown to pieces by the wind behind him, and his blood-stained robes were also blown to pieces by the wind.

Huaisui opened and closed his lips, crushing the words: "If you want to leave the temple and go down the mountain, you can."

"Master?" Chu Wanning's eyes widened slightly. He didn't understand the dangers of people's hearts. He only regarded the knife raised by the executioner as a bright moon by the window. For a moment, he was even grateful and happy.

He thought Hui Gui had finally understood him.

But the butcher's knife was cold, and his murderous intention was already expressed, and he said guiltily: "When you walk out of this courtyard tonight, you will no longer be a member of Wubei Temple. The fourteen-year friendship between you and me as master and disciple is now severed."

"..." The phoenix eyes were still wide open, but the content inside changed from joy to shock and sadness.

Chu Wanning probably did not expect that the guilt would be determined to this point. He stood there for a long time before moving his lips. Mo Ran was so anxious beside him that he kept murmuring: "Please, go quickly, leave here, don't talk anymore, leave here."

The lips moved, but no complete words came out.

Staring at him with guilt, this is the heaviest bet he has made. Wan Ning is very affectionate. In the past fourteen years, he has only been with the two of them. If he breaks the friendship between master and disciple, he will cut his heart with a knife. He should Won't--

Allen Chu knelt down.

"..." Huai Zuining was stunned.

He was still thinking numbly, no, how could he decide to do this and insist on his own way.

Chu night rather kneels and kowtows.

One knock, two knocks, until nine knocks.

He raised his face again, his eyes were clear and there was no moisture, but his cheeks were moist.

"Disciple Chu Wanning, thank you Master for your kindness in raising me up. From now on..." His Adam's apple twitched, what will happen from now on? He didn't know, he couldn't go on.

Perhaps it was because of the strong wind and the cold weather, and the sinful body swayed slightly in the wind. His cassock was thrown into chaos, and the strong wind filled his sleeves. His face became darker and colder, and his lips lost the color. He stared at the man kneeling in front of him.

That part...

wood! wood! !

He carved and painted, and sacrificed his blood to survive. He taught carefully and thought exhaustively.

He had done so much and waited for fourteen years to send this piece of wood to the ghost world to become the body that carries Chu Lan's soul. If not to see it here today, talking about worrying about the country and the people, what is it?

——A piece of scrap!

firewood!

The fire in his chest burned straight into his eyes, destroying the world and being extremely impulsive.

This kind of guilt is too dangerous. Mo Ran leaned over and tried to hug Chu Wanning, but he couldn't catch him. He couldn't touch him. Chu Wanning was still so stubborn, so stubborn and meekly kneeling there, stubborn. It's because there is truth in one's heart, and being gentle is because there is guilt in one's heart.

Chu nightning's eyes reflected the increasingly ferocious face of guilt, and his chest was filled with unquenchable blood.

Every part of him was born for others, this wood-chopping, wood, soulless thing.

He knelt on the ground, but the only thing he didn't think about was himself.

"Wan Ning..." Mo Ran suddenly choked up. He raised his hand and touched the face that he couldn't touch. "Please... let's go... let's go..."

There was a "clang" sound, which was the sound of metal falling to the ground.

The ink slowly turned back, and there was a scimitar lying on the blue brick ground, which was the accompanying blade of Guilty.

Under the moonlight, there was endless blood in the butcher's eyes. He kicked the knife again and kicked the scimitar directly to Chu Wanning's knees.

"No, no, no, no, no."

Mo Ran was completely panicked. He went to grab the knife, but the tip of the knife passed through his fingers. He couldn't catch it. No matter how desperate he tried, he couldn't catch it.

The last slender and well-proportioned hand stretched out and held the knife that Mo Ran could not hold.

Chu Wanning's eyes were calm at this time. The initial shock had disappeared, and the great pain gradually subsided when he threw the scimitar at him with guilt.

He looked relieved.

"If the master wants my life, I will give it up." Chu Wanning said, "There is no difference between living for fourteen years and living for one hundred and forty years, if you only sit in this world."

The guilty eyes suddenly became nothing like that otherworldly monk. For a moment, Mo Ran clearly saw the shadow of Xiao Man on his face.

The shadow of that young man on the rainy night in Lin'an, on the eve of the rebellion.

"Chu Wanning." He said sinfully, "If you want to end it with me, I won't keep you. I don't care about food and clothing for the past fourteen years. But you have to return to me what you have learned. .”

"..."

Huaisui narrowed his eyes: "I want to take away your spiritual core."

The spiritual core is the most exquisite crystal of a cultivator. It is the same as a sacred tree. As long as there is a spiritual core, it may be possible to reshape a Chu Wanning.

This time, we will definitely not be able to teach him morality and justice, and we will no longer be able to teach him the way of benevolence and kindness.

He wants Chu Wanning's spiritual core.

The heart of a living person.

Chu Wanning looked at him for a while. The light and shadow in the Zen courtyard flickered. There were monks doing evening classes in the Main Hall. The sound of chanting came from afar, like sandalwood Buddha smoke.

The guilty voice suddenly sounded in Mo Ran's ears again, but this time, he only said two sentences.

One sentence seemed to have exhausted all his life's courage and strength.

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