The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Master, please take care of me.

This is the first sentence Mo Ran said when they first met in Tongtian Tower.

At that time, Chu Wanning closed his eyes, Mo Ran called him, and he raised the eyelash curtain.

This was also the last sentence that Mo Ran said when they parted at the Red Lotus Water Pavilion.

At that time, Chu Wanning closed his eyes and Mo Ran called him, but he never looked up again.

In a word, after wandering from the Tongtian Tower for half a lifetime, to the edge of the lotus pond, the dust finally settled.

Whether it's the hatred or the love of these years, it's all gone, and it's all cold.

Mo Ran drank the last jar of Pear Blossom White, walked down the Nanfeng peak of death and life, and walked into the afterglow of his own doom.On the second day, the rebel army attacked Wushan Temple, only to find that Ta Xianjun, who had been a disaster for the world for ten years, committed suicide at the age of 32.

Up to now, two lifetimes have passed.

Mo Ran opened his eyes.

He slept under the flower tree in front of the Tongtian Pagoda for the whole night. When he woke up, he was still in a daze, not knowing what was going on.

He just murmured subconsciously: "Master...you talk to me..."

Then he remembered that in this life, Chu Wanning was no longer there.

In his previous life, he was used to suffering, and Chu Wanning was the one who accompanied him to the end. In this life, he didn't want to be a villain again, but Chu Wanning couldn't see it anymore.

Maybe God couldn't bear it, or maybe there was a destiny in the dark, Chu Wanning had already disgusted him in his previous life, so in this life, he was the first person to leave.

Mo Ran covered his eyelids with his arms, resisting the choking in his throat.

He heard Xue Zhengyi's anxious shout from a distance, his uncle was looking for him, and his uncle was shouting: "Ran'er——where are you? Ran'er!"

The teacher is also calling him: "Ah Ran, where are you... come out quickly..."

"Ran'er, come back to accompany Yuheng! Don't do anything stupid, Ran'er!"

Accompany Yuheng.

accompany him...

Mo Ran got up from the ground, staggered, and stumbled to follow the sound.

He can't collapse, he can't collapse - he still has a lot of things to do, the mastermind behind the scenes has not yet been found out, not to mention that the catastrophe may happen again at any time, let alone the catastrophe, the death and life peak suffered heavy losses, A thousand wastes are waiting to be done... Xue Meng has lost his mind in pain, and he can't get up again in pain. He can't collapse.

He endured and held back.

He told himself, no more pain, no more pain.

Chu Wanning's death, he has experienced it more than once, and it doesn't hurt anymore.

No pain……

But how could it not hurt!

More than 3000 long steps, he crawled back with his back on his back, how could it not hurt...

Exhausting the last bit of spiritual power, giving myself all the spiritual flow in the whole body, how could it not hurt...

Obviously, I also suffered the same injury, in order not to drag down my apprentice, I made an appearance of despair, and left on my own... How could it be painless...

In the previous life, Chu Wanning's injury was actually the same as that of the teacher, but he didn't say it. If he didn't say it, Mo Ran wouldn't know.

He still roared at Chu Wanning, and vented his endless hatred towards Chu Wanning. He knocked all the handcuffs that Chu Wanning worked so hard for him when he was still injured.

Chu Wanning lowered his body in front of him, lowered his head, picked them up one by one, and threw them all away.

How... maybe... no pain...

How could it not hurt! !

He dug Chu WanNing's heart!How could it not hurt! !How can it be……

Mo Ran couldn't go on anymore, he endured in the same place for a long time, calmed down for a long time, trembling all over, trembling all over.

it hurts.

He buried his face in his palm, bit his lips tightly, and swallowed the crying and dripping blood together.

It took a long, long time before he managed to calm down his emotions.

He raised his head, his eyes were red, he took a deep breath, and slowly walked down the endless steps.

Can't break down.

"uncle."

"Ran'er, where have you been? You're going to kill me. If something happens to you, what face will I have to see Yuheng in the future?"

"I'm not good." Mo Ran said, "I'm fine, let my uncle worry about it."

Xue Zhengyi shook his head, didn't know what to say, just patted Mo Ran's shoulder, and said after a while: "I don't blame you, I don't blame you, you are much better than Menger... Sigh..."

Mo Ran asked hoarsely: "Where is Xue Meng?"

"I'm sick and have a high fever. I just drank medicine and fell asleep. Fortunately, he fell asleep. He cried when he woke up. No matter how much he could persuade him, he couldn't persuade him." Xue Zhengyi looked very tired. Aroused an uproar. The Upper Cultivation Realm also began to send people to picket the whole story, but the people behind the scenes handled it extremely cleanly, Caidie Town was almost razed to the ground in the bloody battle, and there is no clue at all."

Hearing this news, Mo Ran didn't think there was anything strange. That person's ability was obviously beyond everyone's expectations, even beyond his expectations.

Those who can kill Chu Wanning's life will not easily fall into the trap when doing things.

"Shang Xiujie, what are they going to do?"

Xue Zhengyong said: "For this matter, they decided to set an example for each faction and discuss at the top of Lingshan Mountain. I will set off tomorrow...but Menger looks like this, I really can't rest assured..."

What he said is right, even Chu Wanning, the number one master in the world, was killed in the matter of Caidie town, no matter how indifferent the upper cultivation world is, it is impossible to sit idly by.

"Who is the person who set up the formation to open the enchantment?"

"Why would he do that?"

"What should this person do next?"

These three questions lingered in everyone's mind like vultures. Everyone wanted to know the answer, but after investigating for a long time, they were still at a loss. They had no choice but to join hands.

The ink burned: "Uncle, don't worry, I will help my aunt to take care of everything in the school."

"That's good, that's good... Sigh... I'm sorry for you."

Xue Zhengyi left, and Xue Meng was out of his mind all day long, and all the backlog of file commissions fell on Mo Ran's shoulders.

Mo Ran immersed himself in the copybook, not daring to be tired for a moment, because as long as he stopped to think, stop to rest for a while, the intense pain and regret would drag him down the abyss, torture him to be broken soul.He wished he could bow his head and scroll forward day and night, so as to get rid of the endless guilt and torture in his heart.

When the Infernal Hell splits, the mortal world is full of Yin Qi.Many evil spirits who had been dormant for a long time took advantage of this spring breeze to re-emerge and harm the Quartet.These days, the letters of request for help from the Peak of Death and Life have piled up like a hill.Mo Ran is busy, forgetting to eat and sleep, often rushing to the Danxin Temple at dawn, and going back to rest in the middle of the night.

But even so, he will still be caught by the fragments left by Chu Wanning in the sea of ​​Wang Yangshu.

"... Green zombies are making waves, and the 82 households in Fengling Village are old and weak. Fortunately, the mecha 'Night Tour God' made by the elders of your sect can temporarily ward off evil spirits. However, it is not a long-term strategy. Please also..."

Candle tears slowly fell, and a string of fireworks exploded from the lamp core.

After Mo Ran regained consciousness, he realized that he had been staring at this letter for a long time in a daze. He rubbed the words "Ye You Shen" with his fingers. Holding a file, he focused on applying tung oil to the mech man.

Mo Ran sighed, touched his forehead with his fingertips, and rubbed it gently.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door.

"Teacher?"

A handsome young man dressed in plain white came in, put down the tray in his hand beside the ink-burning case file, turned on the candle with his sleeves, and then said warmly: "Ah Ran, it's been a busy day, let's eat something."

"...Alright."

Mo Ran smiled bitterly, put down the dossier, and pinched the throbbing eyebrows.

"I stewed a bowl of ginseng chicken soup, and fried a few small dishes." Shi Mei put the dish cloth on, and tested the temperature through the bowl, "It's okay, it's still warm."

The two of them were eating, and Shi Mo saw a strand of broken hair scattered on the corner of his forehead, which made his handsome face look a bit haggard, so he stretched out his hand and twirled it for him.

"A burning."

"Ok?"

"That day... what did you want to say to me?"

Mo Ran was very confused in his heart, he didn't react for a while, he glanced at him and asked: "What day?"

"..." Shi Mo pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and said, "It was the day when the sky cracked."

"..."

"You said you were going to help... help the master repair the cracks in the sky. There is a saying, if you still want to tell me when you come back, just..." The voice gradually softened, and the head also lowered.

In the sea of ​​lanterns and candles, Shi Mei's earrings, which are crystal clear like snow, seem to be a little red.

Mo Ran stared for a long time, but was speechless for a while.

For Shi Mei, he felt that he undoubtedly loved him deeply, but he really didn't have this kind of thought at the moment, not at all.

He is indeed stinky and shameless, he is informal, and he does not pay attention to the criticism of the world, and he does not know what righteousness is.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't have a heart.

"I'm sorry." After a long silence, the ink burned softly, "I feel uncomfortable, I think...now is not the time to talk about this, so I will tell you about that later, okay?"

The teacher suddenly raised his face, his beautiful eyes were full of astonishment.

Mo Ran smiled wryly, stretched out his hand, hesitated for a moment, and rubbed Shi Mo's hair: "I'm always stupid, and there are so many things to deal with these days, I... I don't even know when I can be quiet Come down and sort everything out. I'm afraid I'm being hasty."

Even if the candlelight is warm, it can't hide Shi Mei's complexion gradually pale.

"Sloppy?"

After a pause, he suddenly laughed.

"Ah Ran, life and death were parting at that time, and life and death were at stake. I thought what you were going to say was a well-thought-out thing."

"Yes." Mo Ran frowned, "I have kept that matter in my heart for a long time, and it has never changed, but..."

"Can?"

"...not now."

The hands are clenched into fists in the sleeves, Mo Ran said.

"Not now, Shi Mei. You don't know, it's a very important thing, I don't want to tell you in such a uncomfortable and hasty situation, I..."

"Little Lord!"

Suddenly, a subordinate rushed in recklessly, but saw that the person who was handling sect affairs in Danxin Hall was Mo Ran, and hurriedly bowed his head and saluted: "Ah, Mr. Mo."

Interrupted by this, the blush on Shi Mei's face also receded, he flung his sleeves, leaned forward and sat back again, the whole person became light and looked very clean.

Mo Ran didn't notice the change in his mood, and raised his eyes: "What's the matter?"

"There are distinguished guests visiting outside the mountain gate, so I'm here to report."

"Distinguished guest?" Mo Ran said, "The top ten sects are all in Lingshan now, where are the distinguished guests?"

The disciple seemed fearful and excited, and his whole body was a little incoherent. After a while, he blushed and said, "Yes, it's the Master of Condemnation of Wusai Temple!!"

"what?!"

Even if he was stepping on the emperor, Mo Ran couldn't help standing up suddenly, and Shi Mo was also shocked.

"Master of guilt?"

It's no wonder that Mo Ran was so shocked. This master of guilt is basically a legend in the world of comprehension.

This person, who has already achieved a positive result, deserves to ascend.However, when the gate of the world opened to him, he immediately responded, saying that he could not bear to break through the world of mortals, could not let go of his lifelong obsessions, and could not wash away the sins of his early years.In the end, the light of the sky disappeared, the lotus flowers withered, the cassock of the sinful master was worn out, the staff was lightened, and he drifted away, but he never became a fairy.

After he refused to ascend, he went to Wusai Temple to retreat and meditate. In a blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed in the human world.

A hundred years later, the world of comprehension only heard of his name, but not his person.There are only a handful of seniors who have met him in the world.

Mo Ran turned the world upside down in his previous life, but he also had no chance with Master Sinful.Because Huai Gui is really too old and too old. One year before Mo Ran reached the top of the world, he passed away in a spring rain, and no one knew that he had lived in immortality.

Unexpectedly, after rebirth, the master of guilt would visit late at night.

For a moment, countless thoughts flashed through his mind, although he didn't know what he was going to do.But for a while, Mo Ran remembered the rumors about the master of guilt.

Guilty... Guilty!

How could he have forgotten the guilty master!

When the teacher in his previous life died, due to his lack of knowledge, he didn't know that there was such a senior in the world of comprehension. Later, after he ascended the throne, he heard the report from the people below, and only then did he know the meaning of "rebirth", one of the three forbidden arts. The art is practiced by someone in the world.

That person is guilty.

He was in a hurry to go to Wubei Temple to invite people to come, and wanted to bring back the soul for the teacher, but when the sent person returned, he told him that the master had passed away, and he missed the last chance to let the teacher be reborn.

But at this moment, this legendary character is still alive!still alive! !

How could he have forgotten!How can I forget?

Mo Ran's heart trembled, and the whole person trembled. He stood up suddenly, the flames in his eyes lit up, and said anxiously: "Please come in, Master!"

Before the disciple who came to report had time to agree, Mo Ran said again: "No, I'll go outside to meet him." Before taking two steps, he suddenly saw a yellow shadow flashing outside.

The candle has not moved, the fire has not moved.

There was no wind at all.

No one saw clearly, not even his eyes were burning like ink, and he didn't see how he came in. A monk wearing a bamboo hat and half-worn cassock had already stood firmly in the Danqing Hall.

He is like a thunderbolt, and the stop position is just in front of Mo Ran, and the distance is a bit abrupt.

"Trouble in the middle of the night, don't bother me, the benefactor will move."

A low and gentle voice slowly came from the eaves of the bamboo eaves. Mo Ran and Shi Mo were surprised when they heard it.

How does this voice sound like a centenarian should have?

Before he could think about it, he saw that besides the green hat, in the lights of the main hall, he could only see that it was a man in his thirties. Clear and clear, as if the river and the sea are condensed.

"……You are……"

The monk clasped his hands together and bowed in a low voice: "Amitabha, the poor monk is guilty."

No one expected that the guilty master was at least over 100 years old, and he looked younger than Xue Zhengyi, and he was dumbfounded for a while.

But ink burning and practice together are not stupid.He thought that Huai Gui was a person who had given up on ascension and stayed in the mortal world.Except for the final rebirth and crossing the catastrophe, he is no different from a god, so he is a little relieved.But his eyes couldn't move away from him.

Guigui didn't want to disturb more people, so only the three of them sat in the Danxin Hall.Mo Ran personally served hot tea to the master, took it with guilt, thanked him lowly, but didn't drink it, only put the tea on the red sandalwood table, and then slowly raised his head.

Although he was very gentle and courteous, he did not make detours, but went straight to the point:

"Master Mo, please forgive the poor monk for being presumptuous, but the poor monk came here today because of an old friend."

Mo Ran's heartbeat jumped up, he felt dizzy before his eyes, and his knuckles slammed the corner of the case, so hard that he almost crushed the table.

He stared at the face of the guilty master, and all the words from his previous life hit him like a snowflake again——

"It is said that there is only one person in the world who has successfully used the technique of rebirth among the three forbidden techniques, but the rumors are rumors after all, and I don't know if it is true or not..."

"Where is the guilty master? No matter how much I pay, I will save the teacher and come back!"

"Your Majesty doesn't know something, guilty...has passed away many years ago. He didn't write anything in his life, and he only left a sentence about rebirth, "Change your life against the sky, it's extremely dangerous." Besides, the film No words left..."

Those fragmentary words rushed past the pinna.

"The master of guilt is deep in the reincarnation of humans and ghosts."

"It is rumored that he can communicate with the ghost world. If he is still in the human world, Brother Mingjing may be able to revive his soul. It's a pity, alas..."

"The master of guilt is the ghost that is still in the yang world, and the things of yin and yang are not around him."

Mo Ran took a deep breath, and was surprised that his voice was trembling.

"Old friend... old friend..."

He murmured, looking at the clear eyes of the guilty master.

The ink burns as light as a mosquito, and the sweat even oozes from the back. He asked in a low voice: "Who is the old friend?"

The monk stood up slowly, and in the dim candlelight, there was no shadow under his feet.

The sleeves of the thin yellow robe hang down, the clothes are half-worn, but there are no wrinkles, floating in the wind like ghosts.This master really taught people that they couldn't see through the numbers.

Mo Ran could almost hear his own heartbeat, and he couldn't help standing up with Guizui, and the two looked at each other.

"Master." If there is a bright mirror hanging high at this moment, he can see a ray of extravagant hope unconsciously in his brows and eyes, and because of this extravagant hope, he pleads again, "Who... for an old friend..."

is it him?

is it him?

Huaigui suddenly lowered his eyelashes, sighed and folded his hands together: "Little apprentice Chu Wanning, died seven days ago. Tonight is the night of his return. The poor monk couldn't bear the white-haired man to send the black-haired man, so he came to the pinnacle of death and life, begging the mercy of the benefactor Mo, Return the old monk as a disciple."

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Xue Mengmeng: "..."

Xue Mengmeng was seriously ill.