The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

The ink burns in horror.

He has only seen Chu Wanning's Nine Songs once in his life, and it was the time of the life-and-death confrontation. Chu Wanning summoned the Guqin Nine Songs, and the sound of the piano broke through the sky, and the fine sounds entered the clouds.

The living spirits, strange beasts and birds controlled by the Zhenlong chess game were recalled to their spiritual consciousness amidst the sound of the nine-song zither, and a long song caused chaos by burning millions of chess pieces.

Summoning the gods needs to mobilize the spiritual core and consume a lot of spiritual power.

Chu Wanning couldn't even call back his usual Tianwen, so how could he suddenly summon the "Nine Songs" that was stronger than Tianwen?

The vicious battle above the Tianchi Lake was no less powerful than the master-student duel back then.

But Mo Ran couldn't remember so many details clearly. After this bloody battle, there was finally no one left to talk to him.

In fact, until Mo Ran died in the previous life, he didn't understand why Chu Wanning could use his soul power to summon Jiuge.

This is a fetter that any god and master will not have, but Chu Wanning did it.

On that day, the Zhenlong chess pieces made by Mo Ran shattered into ashes in the sound of the piano. The power of Jiuge was purer and stronger than what he had seen for the first time many years ago. It was so powerful that he even doubted Chu Wanning's spiritual core It wasn't broken at all. For so many years, Chu Wanning was pretending, bearing the burden of humiliation, and wanting to be ashamed.

He couldn't help but think later that it would be nice if this was the case.If Chu Wanning is really pretending, then perhaps things will not reach the final step.

that would be nice.

Jiuge destroyed Mo Ran's forbidden technique, awakened the monks who were lost in fighting each other, and even shattered the spell icicles that imprisoned Xue Meng and Mei Hanxue.

The ink burned to the clouds, his robes fluttered, and the anger and joy in his eyes coexisted. He wanted to see how many shocking moves Chu Wanning hadn't used.

He stepped on the top of the enchantment, approached, and stood in front of Chu Wanning.

He saw that pair of pale and slender hands slow down, caressing the strings of Jiu Ge Qin, the sound of the piano stopped.

Chu Wanning raised his head, his face was as white as ice and snow under the sun.

He said: "Ink burning. Come here."

By coincidence, he walked towards him.

Chu Wanning's fingertips moved lightly, and a few strands of blue light flew towards Mo Ran, rushing to his heart, and Mo Ran was suddenly surprised, thinking that Chu Wanning was going to kill himself.

But the brilliance was neither painful nor itchy, lingering on his chest, slowly seeping into the skin texture, it was indescribably warm.

"The sword that Xue Meng hurt you, I healed you." Chu Wanning sighed softly, "Let him go, Mo Ran, if he is gone, you want to find someone to talk about the past in the future, Who else can I find..."

Before Mo Ran could react to what he meant by his words, the powerful enchantment on the soles of his feet suddenly disappeared, and what disappeared with it was the Jiuge Guqin summoned by Chu Wanning.

He immediately raised his hand to call Mo Dao Bugui, and then he stood in the clouds, but Chu Wanning fell and withered like a fallen leaf, as if the song just now had exhausted the last strength left in his life.

"Wan Ning!"

His face suddenly changed, Yujian swiped down, and snatched the man into his arms before he was about to fall into the icy Tianchi.

"Chu Wanning! You—you..."

Chu Wanning closed his eyes, mouth, nose, eyes, and blood flowed out of his ears.

Dignity is extremely important to him. Even if he is imprisoned in Wushan Palace, he still has a straight back and rarely makes himself look embarrassed, but right now he is bleeding from all seven orifices, and his usual upright and elegant appearance looks so embarrassed, like that. gaffe.

Chu WanNing swallowed a mouthful of blood foam, and said hoarsely: "You said... death and life are not up to me... but you see, Mo Ran... you still underestimated your master after all, if I am determined to leave, you just stop... ...It can't be stopped..."

"...Master...Master..." Looking at him, Mo Ran felt a chill in his heart, his scalp was numb, and he shouted helplessly.

Chu Wanning laughed, and his expression seemed to be a little happy: "I have been living all the time, but I have a little unwillingness, I always think, I want to stay with you for a few more years, so that I can teach you...don't commit more sins... …but now… now…”

The ink burned and trembled, holding the person in his arms, he suddenly felt very scared.

Scared.

This kind of emotion has not belonged to him for more than ten years, but now it hits suddenly, destroys it, and almost digs out his heart.

"But now I know that only if I die can I change you... stop doing evil..."

When he said this, he seemed to be in extreme pain.Forcibly summoning Jiuge, his body couldn't bear it at all, and where the viscera was broken, a big mouthful of blood gushed out, Mo Ran hugged him and fell to the edge of Tianchi, his expression was crazy and painful, and he kept sending With spiritual power.

But the forceful force reached Chu Wanning's body, but it went into the sea like a mud cow, and never returned.

Mo Ran was really panicked, Stepping Xianjun hugged the person in his arms, hugged him tightly, failed again and again, but tried to distribute the spiritual flow to him again and again.

"It's useless...Mo Ran, I finally summoned Jiu Ge with my life, life and death are already decided, if you...have a trace of clarity in your heart...please...let it go..."

Who do you let go?

Xue Meng, Mei Hanxue?

Kunlun Snow Palace, or the entire cultivation world?

Yes, yes...he can let them go!As long as Chu Wanning lives, as long as this person hates him so much, don't just die like this.

Chu Wanning raised her hand tremblingly, her cold fingertips seemed to be pity and intimacy, and she tapped gently on Mo Ran's forehead.

He said, "Just please...let it go...let yourself go..."

The ferocity on Mo Ran's face froze in an instant.

Who to let go...

Before he died, who was he thinking about?

Let go...yourself...

Did he say so?

Ta Xianjun hugged him, he seemed a little dazed, but also a little relieved, it seemed to be in severe pain, and he seemed to be satisfied.

"Let me go? Your last wish is for me to let me go?"

Mo Ran murmured, his eyes were bloodshot, he suddenly laughed, the laughter was like a raging fire, piercing through the clouds, burning away all reason and consciousness.

"Hahaha—hahahahaha—let me go? Chu Wanning, you are crazy than me! You are so naive—hahahahaha—"

The entire Kunlun Mountains reverberated with his hoarse and mocking laugh, distorted, beyond recognition, and shuddering.

Chu Wanning swallowed the blood foam amid Mo Ran's crazy laughter. If he still had the strength, his expression would be extremely painful, but he no longer even had the strength to frown, only a pair of phoenix eyes... those two The phoenix eyes that used to be either sharp, decisive, harsh, or gentle, filled the pool with sadness.

Pure as snow in Tianchi, hazy as frost on tiles.

Chu Wanning's eyes gradually lost focus and gradually became lax. The eyes that were once brilliant and sharp as electricity gradually couldn't see anything clearly.

He finally said softly to Mo Ran: "Don't laugh, you are like this, I feel very uncomfortable..."

"..."

"Mo Ran, in this life, no matter what happened later... I was the one who didn't teach you well at first, and I said you were poor and difficult to learn... I was the one who underestimated you, and I will never complain..." Chu Wanning's pale face On the ground, there is no more blood, his lips are blue and white, he tries to look up, to look at Mo Ran's face, he opens his eyes, he wants to cry, but the eyes slowly overflow, It was blood, running down his cheeks, dripping down.

Chu Wanning cried, and he said: "But you...you really hate me so much...in the end...you don't even want to give me a moment of peace..."

"Mo Ran...Mo Ran...Don't do this again, wake up, turn back...turn back..."

you wake up...

He asked him to wake up, but he opened his eyes blankly and fell asleep like this.

Mo Ran didn't believe it, he didn't want to believe it, Chu Wanning died like this.

A generation of masters, Gao Shan Yangzhi, his master, the person he hated so much, just died like this.

Lying in his arms, beside the blood-soaked Tianshan Lake.

Bit by bit, the cold turned into frost and snow, and condensed into ice.

Chu Wanning's face was covered with blood, Mo Ran looked down for a while, raised his sleeves, and wiped it off indiscriminately.

But there was too much blood, the more he wiped it, the dirtier that cold and clean face became.Mo Ran pursed his lips hard, and wiped hard.

Instead, he got a blood-stained face.

The facial features can no longer be seen too clearly.

He finally stopped smiling.

He closed his eyes and said softly: "This time you won, Chu Wanning. I can't stop you from dying."

After a pause, he opened his eyes again. It looked dark and cold, but it was burning with the flames of a great abyss.

He said: "However, you underestimate me too much. If you don't want to live, I can't stop it, but if I want you not to die, you can't stop me either."

Mo Ran did not announce the life and death of Chu Wanning, he brought people back to the pinnacle of life and death.

At that time, he already had the spell of Tongtian, which could keep the corpse forever immortal-he stored Chu Wanning's body in the red lotus water pavilion, and he forced Chu Wanning to "live" like this.

It was too difficult for him to admit that he killed the last person in the world who cared about him.

As long as Chu Wanning's body is not ashes for a day, as long as he can still see him every day.

He can feel that Chu Wanning is not dead.

Whether it is his crazy hatred or twisted love, there is still a place to vent and a place to rely on.

Stepping on Xianjun, he finally went completely insane.

After Chu Wanning left, he would go to Honglian Waterside to see his corpse every day. In the first few days, his eyes were shining with vicious luster, and he kept swearing in front of the corpse. He said: "Chu Wanning, you deserve it. "

"You cross all the people in the world but you don't cross me, you are hypocritical."

"What kind of master are you? I worshiped you as my teacher because I was blind! You bastard!"

Afterwards, he would ask tirelessly every day: "Why did you sleep for so long? When will you wake up?"

"I have let Xue Meng go, and you are almost ready, get up for me."

Every time he said such words, the servants around him would think that he had lost his mind and gone crazy.

His wife Song Qiutong also thought he was crazy.She was very scared, so after a rare pleasure, she said to him beside his pillow: "Ah Ran, you can't be resurrected after death. I know you are sad, but you..."

"Who is sad?"

"..."

Song Qiutong is a person who is very good at observing words and expressions. Over the years, he has been more cautious around Mo Ran. Seeing his unkind expression, he immediately shut up and said with downcast eyes: "It's my concubine's words."

"Don't." Mo Ran didn't let her go easily this time, he narrowed his eyes, "You spit out all the words, what are you doing swallowing? Tell me, who is sad?"

"His Majesty……"

There was a backlog of thunder in Mo Ran's black eyes, he suddenly sat up, grabbed Song Qiutong's slender neck, lifted the woman who was still in love with him with one hand, and threw her off the bed.

His face changed, and he looked like a fierce jackal.

"Who is dead and can't be resurrected, who is dead? Who wants to be resurrected?" Mo Ran bit each word, so hard, so hard, "No one dies, no one wants to live, and no one is sad!"

Song Qiutong's lips trembled, trying to struggle, but she had just said "Red Lotus Water Pavilion..." The half of the words, Mo Ran's eyes were red, and he was furious.

"There is only one sleepy Chu Wanning in the red lotus water pavilion, what do you want to say! What do you want to mention about this seat! Sinister!"

Song Qiutong saw that he lost his restraint in his anger, and his heart trembled. He didn't know what crazy move Mo Ran would do if he continued like this, so he made a bet and said in a high voice: "Your Majesty, the one lying in the red lotus pavilion is dead My dear, you indulge in this all day long, how can I not worry about my concubine..."

She said it cleverly. In order not to let Mo Ran blame her, she finally said her own selfish desires were her concern for Mo Ran.

Mo Ran stared at her, and his breathing gradually stabilized, as if he had listened to it somewhat, and stopped yelling at her.

He paused for a while and said, "I'm worried about you."

Song Qiutong breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "As a concubine, I can disregard life and death in order to seek His Majesty's well-being. Your Majesty is deeply affectionate, but you shouldn't be so depressed."

"Then what do you say about this seat?"

"This concubine speaks too much for His Majesty's benefit. According to this concubine, Chu... Grandmaster Chu will be buried in the future... He is gone, and leaving his body empty like this will only teach His Majesty to see it better." pain."

"What else? You haven't said enough, why not say it today."

Seeing his expression gradually softening, Song Qiutong felt a little relieved.

She lowered her half-rolled eyelids and turned her head slightly. She knew that she was most similar to Shi Mingjing in this appearance.

She firmly believes that Shi Mingjing is Mo Weiyu's weakness. Although she doesn't understand why she finely embellishes and imitates the details of Shi Mingjing's appearance, she can't arouse Mo Ran's interest.

Although this uncertain man likes to be with him, he has only touched him since they got married unless he was extremely depressed or drunk.Song Qiutong felt that maybe it was because Mo Ran didn't like women so much, but it obviously had nothing to do with Shi Mingjing.

Not to mention her, the entire peak of life and death knew that the man who died many years ago was the true love of Emperor Taxian.

What is Chu Wanning.

Song Qiutong thought, that was just a plaything used by Ta Xianjun to vent his lust, a man who was tired of fucking.Although Chu Wanning exchanged her life for Mo Weiyu's restlessness after her death, she thought about it day and night, but she understood that it was just a moment of guilt and a moment of unaccustomed.

She was confident that with a face that looked so much like Shi Mingjing, the living dead man in the Red Lotus Water Pavilion would not be her opponent.

But Mo Ran can't go on like this. Now that the world is chaotic and wars are everywhere, she is afraid of following the wrong master. If the Mo Ran trend goes away, she is no longer young and young, and probably can't find any trees that can cling to the sky.Therefore, she sincerely hopes that Mo Ran will regain her spirits and stop being so crazy.

So she thought about it, weighed the pros and cons, and finally mustered up her courage, and said: "After Master Chu left, there will be no one worthy of going to the Red Lotus Water Pavilion."

The ink burned: "Yes. You continue."

"My concubine thought, since this is the case, if your majesty goes down to the waterside pavilion, he will only be touched by the scene, why not..."

"Why not?" Mo Ran narrowed his eyes.

"It's better to seal off the red lotus water pavilion. There is only one owner in one pavilion, and it's a good story."

The author has something to say: Miss Song made a big death.

Ms. Song's graduation thesis "On how miserable it is to die if you don't see the essence through the phenomenon"