[Jian Sanming and Tang Dynasty] Same return after different paths

?Tang Ling fainted. He couldn't hear the long recitation of his trial speech, couldn't see the golden holy knife specially used to kill souls, and couldn't witness Lu Misheng when his throat was cut. on his knees.

Risking punishment, Lu Misheng knelt down in front of Kalubi.Holding the yellow sand with hands stained with Tang Ling's blood, he performed the most solemn gift of Mingjiao.

The Shadow Moon disciple sighed.Kalubi glanced at him, got up, and stood where he was.

Lu Misheng's hoarse voice echoed on the empty sandy ground: "I beg Ye Di not to let him defile the Holy Flame of Light!"

"This person's real soul is extremely dirty and dirty, and he is not worthy of being burned by the holy fire to purify his dirty soul!"

"The disciple's request is handed over to the disciple, and the corpse is buried in the desert!"

A sentence spit out from Lu Misheng's mouth, every word was heartbreaking.A crystal drop of water slid down the side of the face, and disappeared instantly on the yellow sand. It was hard to tell whether it was a drop of sweat or a tear.

Lu Misheng knelt for a whole stick of incense, thinking about Tang Ling's life and death.Kalubi finally said: "Go. Bury farther away."

Lu Misheng almost burst into tears of gratitude, and slammed his forehead heavily on the ground, another big gift.Immediately, he staggered and untied Tang Ling, who was like a tattered puppet, hugged him horizontally, and jumped into the distance.Several disciples wanted to follow, but Kalubi stopped them.

An hour later, Lu Misheng, covered in dust, rushed back to the side hall to report to Kalubi.

"Report to Emperor Ye, Tang Ling has been buried."

"Ah."

Lu Misheng backed away nervously.But as soon as he stepped up, Kalubi actually called out: "Mi Sheng."

He was a little at a loss, so he knelt down with a plop: "The disciple is here."

"You are my most proud disciple."

"..." Lu Misheng didn't know how to answer.

"Well done."

"……Yes."

"Go down."

Lu Misheng was finally able to retreat.After leaving the hall, he supported the wall pillars and breathed a sigh of relief, and the wind under his feet made him fly away with lightness kung fu.

When he came to his residence, he opened the door and entered.Lu Misheng is a senior disciple and has his own separate house.

Fortunately, fortunately, Lu Misheng sighed secretly.Looking at Tang Ling lying on the bed covered in blood, he sighed again and walked over slowly.

By the time Tang Ling woke up, it was already the evening of the second day.He was surprised to find that he didn't die, he walked through the gate of hell, and was pulled back by Lu Misheng.At this time, he couldn't move, his whole body was bound with white gauze, the blood oozing out had turned dark brown, and a layer of cool and pungent ointment was applied on his face, and he wanted to wipe it off with his hand, but the wound was touched Take a deep breath.

Here... where is it?Surrounded by brown mud walls, large felt cloths were hung on the walls, several small bowls and a set of wine utensils were placed on the table, and a small stool was placed beside the bed.

Squeak.The door was pushed open.Tang Ling couldn't get up, so naturally he didn't know who was coming.Until Lu Misheng's handsome face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.Surprise was written all over his face, and he was a little overwhelmed.

Tang Ling's heart was like a mess, he didn't know what Lu Misheng's intention was this time.

The injuries, the pain, and the miserable situation are all thanks to him.

Lu Misheng clearly saw that Tang Ling's eyes turned from blankness to hatred.He no longer knew what to do, and every time it was related to Tang Ling, he would be in a mess.After his whereabouts were discovered, he didn’t kill him and even took him back to the church. Seeing that he was tortured, he even applied for torture in person. The superior interceded for him, saved his life at the risk of punishment, and hid it privately at home.

It's messed up, all messed up.He was no longer the most proud and loyal Mingjiao disciple of Emperor Ye, and he had an inseparable bond with this guy named Tang Ling.

Lu Misheng smiled wryly and said, "Tang Ling."

Tang Ling ignored him and looked away.

"I know you hate me."

"However, this is not the result I want."

"I……"

"Forget it, this is yours."

As Lu Misheng said, he took out a silver-white object from his bosom.Tang Ling took a closer look and saw that it was his mask.Lu Misheng approached cautiously, and put the mask back on his face.

Tang Ling didn't understand Lu Misheng's intentions, and he didn't want to understand either.

After finishing the mask, Lu Misheng stared at Tang Ling with a deep and elusive gaze, not knowing what was going on in his heart.After a long time, I finally spoke: "I'm out to deal with things in the classroom, I'll be back later."

After leaving these words, Lu Misheng got up and left.Tang Ling looked at his leaving back and sighed softly.

Does this mean that he has another chance to leave?Tang Ling thought about it carefully.At this time, he was seriously injured, and it would be difficult for him to recover within two or three months. After he recovers from his injury, he will make plans. Now he has to live here in seclusion...

Lu Misheng really kept Tang Ling in his room like a treasure in a golden house.Every day, she fed Tang Ling, wiped his body, and changed his medicine, all in every possible way.Every time he looked at him, the guilt and tenderness in Lu Misheng's eyes seemed to overflow.

During this period of time, Lu Misheng became more talkative.Although Tang Ling still treated him indifferently, he always picked something to tell him.For example, Lu Misheng would talk about the recent news of the Central Plains martial arts, the struggles of various sects, and even the interesting stories of the disciples of the Ming Cult. Regardless of whether Tang Ling wanted to listen, he insisted on doing so.

Of course Tang Ling was listening carefully, chewing every word in his heart repeatedly, so as to understand the situation in the Central Plains.

At present, the Mingjiao forces are expanding rapidly, and there are faint signs of entering the Central Plains. Several Dharma Kings challenged the masters of various sects and returned with victories, with high arrogance.

In order to capture the information in Lu Misheng's words, Tang Ling also felt his deep and pleasant voice along the way.Lu Misheng's voice was not clear, but a little deep, and when he lowered his voice and spoke softly, it seemed to have a magnetic temptation.

Tang Ling also knew that there was a little girl who often came to see Lu Misheng, she was his junior sister, and he always called her "girl".

Lu Misheng's attitude towards the girl was very doting, he often coaxed her and took her out to play, but he never let her step into the bedroom.Once she wanted to push the door open, but Lu Misheng picked her up by the waist, and threw it out jokingly, and said with a smile: "Senior brother's bedroom is not something a little girl can enter~"?