The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Although Chu Wanning didn't hear what Rong Jiu shouted behind him, he didn't need more explanations for this battle. He also understood that it was Rong Jiu who deliberately provoked him in the warehouse and wanted him to be angry. Flee to inform.

Thinking that I always think twice when I encounter problems, but now when I encounter something related to Mo Ran, I am no longer so calm, and I can make an Er Yizi cheat me with a few words, and Chu Wanning is a little bit choked.

He looked at Mo Ran running a short distance in front of him, and couldn't help asking: "Did you... have you been to Xiantao Tower again?"

Hearing this name that was almost forgotten by himself, Mo Ran staggered and cursed angrily: "Rong Jiu, a bastard! He said that I went to Xiantao Tower later?! How could I go there again! Master, you Is it because of this that you are angry with me and say that I lied to you?"

"..."

"After the Terrace of Good and Evil, I never went to those...those places again. I never lied to Master. If Master didn't believe me, he would tie me up with hell and interrogate me."

"……no need."

Chu Wanning lowered her eyes, looked at the hell she was still holding tightly in her hand, and thought that she would use the willow vines infused with spiritual power to tear Mo Ran apart, it was really...

Wait a minute, Shenwu? !

The flames of the hell reflected his eyebrows and eyes very brightly in the night. Chu Wanning stared at him for a moment, and his heart was full of turmoil. He tried to pour the spirit of the ghost into his palm, and suddenly felt a powerful wave Plenty of power is coming continuously.

Chu WanNing suddenly understood where to get the source of spiritual power——

Although spiritual flow can no longer be transmitted between the living and the dead, the spiritual power of Shenwu does not matter whether it is human, ghost, god or demon, as long as the weapon itself does not resist, then it is common!

Mo Ran ran halfway, and suddenly felt that Chu Wanning stopped. He immediately turned his head and asked anxiously: "Master, what's wrong?"

His face was still painted and bleeding, and against those bright black eyes, he looked even more pitiful.

Chu Wanning pursed his lips, a little embarrassed and a little unbearable, but the self-esteem and pride in his bones made him feel that although he wronged Mo Ran, this kid was really entangled with those Zhang Sanrongjiu in the past, and he should fight.

After thinking about it for a moment, Chu Wanning didn't know what tone and expression he should use to face him, so he had to keep it simple, and continued to say without tone or expression:

"Mo Ran, you stand and retreat to the edge of the palace wall."

"……doing what?"

Chu Wanning said lightly: "I'll do a trick for you."

"..."

Before he realized what the master meant, he saw the ghostly red light source continuously flowing into Chu Wanning's remnant soul, covering his entire soul with a layer of hot flames.Mo Ran opened his eyes wide, watching Chu Wanning echoing the ghost for a moment, and suddenly the flame disappeared, and the man in the golden red robe held the willow vine that was spitting flames, and turned to himself and said:

"Mo Ran, give an order to the hell."

Mo Ran already vaguely knew what he was going to do. Although he couldn't believe it, he still shouted immediately: "Damn, the master is like me, listen to his orders."

The willow vines ran in Chu Wanning's hands, bursting out a string of crystal red sparks, and the willow leaves on the vines were shining brightly, shining brightly.

Chu Wanning raised his other hand, and his fingertips brushed the ghost's vine body inch by inch, and the brilliance surged wherever he passed.At this time, thousands of Yin soldiers had rushed to not far from the two of them. Behind the two of them was the palace wall that towered into the clouds and was sealed by an enchantment. There was no way to retreat.

However, Chu Wanning did not intend to retreat.

I saw a gleam of light splashed in his eyes, thousands of ripples floated up, the wind rose suddenly, and his robes danced wildly. Chu Wanning held the willow vine and slammed into the air, and in an instant, the ghost flew out like a dragon, and the golden light flourished , according to the night!

Hell obeyed the instructions of Mo Ran, and no longer rejected Chu Wanning, but continuously gathered his powerful spiritual power into Chu Wanning's earth soul.

The dazzling brilliance flashed in Chu Wanning's eyes, and his voice was calm and steady: "Damn, coffins for thousands of people!"

"Boom—" In an instant, countless golden and red willow vines burst out of the ground, tearing the majestic palace into broken bricks and tiles, and the thick ancient vines tightly strangled the ghost soldiers and ghosts, dragging them to the willow. The center of the vine was tightly sealed.

Mo Ran looked at all this in front of him in amazement, watching Shenwu and Remnant Soul echoing and merging.

Watching Chu Wanning's robes flying, her ink hair like clouds of smoke.

During life and after death, there is this earth-shattering fiery heroic spirit, unstoppable.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Chu Wanning slammed back and put his hand on the palace wall. It was just a matter of closing his eyes, and he immediately cut off the weak point of the enchantment.

"Nine feet up, four inches to the right, you attack with fire!"

Mo Ran immediately jumped up according to what he said, and before all the ghosts in the palace had time to react, the curse of raging fire gathered in his palm, and he slammed down towards the position pointed by Chu Wanning!

In an instant, the earth trembled and the mountains shook, the sky-reaching palace wall quickly collapsed and returned to its original height, and the sealing barrier guarding the surroundings was instantly torn apart and crumbled into powder.

"go out!"

There is no need to say it a second time, Mo Ran jumped to the top of the wall, turned around and pulled Chu Wanning who came up later, the two broke out from the four ghost kings' palace, and disappeared into the night in an instant...

In the narrow alley, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran were leaning against a wall, looking at each other without saying anything, but Mo Ran couldn't hold back, and laughed first: "The old ghost is afraid I'm so mad... hiss!" As soon as he grinned, the wound on his cheek hurt.

"..." Chu Wanning said, "Don't laugh."

Mo Ran stopped laughing. In the dark alley, his eyelashes moved lightly, and his dark and warm eyes looked at each other: "Master, are you still angry with me?"

If he said "Master, you wronged me", then Chu Wanning might feel uncomfortable listening, but he asked himself if he was still angry, Chu Wanning hesitated for a moment, and silently bypassed the topic: "... ...Cast the spell quickly, we escaped from the palace of the four ghost kings, he didn't have the face to tell the other ghost kings for a while, but it won't be so if it drags on for a long time."

As soon as he heard this, he knew that Chu Wanning would not leave, not leave, and the heart that had been tight since then was finally relaxed.

Mo Ran couldn't help laughing again: "Yeah." Laughing and hurting, he couldn't help covering his face.

Chu WanNing: "..."

Mo Ran took out the soul-inducing lamp, held it in his hand, bowed his head and silently chanted the mantra, after three rounds, the soul-inducing lamp suddenly emitted a dazzling brilliance, and the person who illuminated it could not open his eyes at all.

He seems to have heard the chanting voice of Master Conceived Sin, coming from the rushing and majestic water of the Yellow Spring, and coming from the quiet and serene River of Forgetfulness.

"When will you come... When will you come..."

The voice was so far away that it was almost indistinguishable. After a while, the chanting of "When will you come back" seemed to be closer, and then the voice of the master of guilt rang in Mo Ran's ears.

"Why are there two earth souls?" There was a hint of doubt in the hazy voice of the guilty master.

Mo Ran closed his eyes, and said everything in his mind to guilt.

That Miaomiao voice was quiet for a moment, and said: "Have you seen Chu Xun from Shunfeng Tower?"

"Ah."

"..."

"Grandmaster?"

"It's nothing, since Mr. Chu said that it is normal to have two earth souls, then it should be so." Huai sin said, "It's just that the poor monk has never tried to recall two earth souls from the ghost world at the same time. It will be longer, please Mo Benefactor to wait a little longer."

Mo Ran took a look at the Palace of the Four Kings and asked, "How long will it take? We just came out of the Palace of the Four Ghost Kings. I don't know when they will catch up..."

"It won't be long, please be at ease, Master Mo."

After Huai Zui said these words, his voice faded even more. After a while, he was completely drowned out by the chant of "When will you come back?"

Chu Wanning couldn't hear the voice of guilt, and frowned slightly: "What's wrong?"

"Master's soul is special, the master said that we need to wait a little longer." Mo Ran said, "This place is too close to the palace, let's go further."

Chu WanNing nodded, and the two walked to a corner. At this time, it was almost dawn. The old man who pointed the way was about to close the stall. When he saw Mo Ran, he was very surprised.

"Looking for someone?"

Mo Ran didn't expect to meet him again, he froze for a moment, and then said: "I found it, I found it, thank you old man."

"What's there to thank for this, it's Xiaoxianjun's own good luck. Hey...why is your face broken?"

"Oh, it was... whipped by the scattered souls of Yin soldiers." Mo Ran nonsense.

"No wonder, I said that ordinary things should not be able to hurt ghosts, alas... how painful this is."

The old man thought for a while, put down the packed drawers, cooked two bowls of small wontons, and gave them to them, "The rest of these wontons won't be sold today, please eat some before leaving."

Mo Ran thanked him, watched the old man pick up the burden again, and went away, and then put the soup bowl on the small stone bench next to him.

Chu Wanning doesn't like to eat green onions, the old man's wonton soup sprinkled some green onions, Mo Ran scooped up all the green onions in the bowl in front of him, and then switched with the one in front of Chu Wanning, saying: "Master, eat this Bowl."

"..." Chu Wanning glanced at him, did not push back, picked up the spoon and tasted it slowly.

Mo Ran just watched him eat, the cold soup of Ghost Realm touched his light-colored lips, the wonton and soup were not missing, the authentic way of eating ghosts.

"Is it tasty?"

"Alright."

"It's not as delicious as the Longchaoshou you made."

"Cough!" Chu Wanning was caught off guard, as if he had been choked, he suddenly raised his head, and stared at the person holding his chin in front of him, smiling and looking at him, suddenly felt like a shell that had been forcibly broken, The mussels exposed to the scorching sun have lost all their secrets.

"...What dragon chasing hands?"

Elder Yuheng frowned, with a solemn expression, trying to pretend to be stupid, to hide the prestige of his teacher who fell to the ground.

"Don't pretend." But before Shiwei picked it up, he was crushed by Mo Ran's hand stretched out to rub his hair.

Chu Wanning was very angry and frustrated about this.

"I know it all."

"..."

Mo Ran took the lantern containing the human soul out of the Qiankun bag, put it on the side of the stone bench, and said: "Master was awkward when he was alive, but when he came to the underworld, only the human soul is honest."

"I'll do it for you, but..."

Mo Ran raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a half-smile.

But what?

Guilty?Afraid you are hungry?Regret it?

He couldn't even say these words.

Chu Wanning feels that he has a hidden disease in his heart. He always has too much self-esteem than ordinary people. He regards "being kind to others", "loving someone" and "attaching to someone" as a shameful thing.After so many years of wind and rain, he was used to being alone, and he became a tall and majestic towering giant tree.

This kind of giant tree never trembles like a flower, which is arousing emotion, nor is it like a vine, swaying in the wind, making people itch.

He just stood silently and solemnly, very stable and reliable, silently sheltering passers-by from the wind and rain, and taking shade for those leaning under the tree.

Maybe it's because the trees are so tall and luxuriant that people have to deliberately raise their heads to realize—ah, it turns out that this gentle shade was cast by him.

But those passers-by came and went, no one raised his head, and no one noticed him.

A person's field of vision is always used to looking at a place lower than himself, at most on the same level as himself, so he gradually gets used to it, and it becomes natural when he gets used to it.

In fact, no one in the world is born to be dependent or born to be dependent.

It's just that those people who always cling to the strong will become more and more charming and gentle, stretch out their boneless waists, and use flattery, flattery, and honeyed words to win a piece of the world.

And another kind of person, such as Chu Wanning, has been dependent since he came out of the mountain. This kind of person will become more and more resolute and stronger. Later, his face becomes iron and his heart becomes white. steelmaking.These people are used to the weakness of others and the servile obsequiousness of the world, so they are extremely unwilling to show even the slightest bit of softness.

They are the ones who hold the sword and must be fully armed and ready to fight.

Don't show your weakness, and don't know what a gentle country is.

After a long time, I seem to have forgotten. In fact, when people are born, they are all affectionate, strong and soft. When they were children, they would cry and laugh, and they would get up by themselves when they fell. .

He may have also looked forward to, looking forward to someone to help him.But after waiting once, no, and the second time, still no, he gradually got used to it amid repeated disappointments.When someone really came to help him, he would only feel unnecessary and ashamed.

It was just a fall.

The leg is not broken, so why be hypocritical.

What if the leg is broken, this kind of person will think again.

Oh, it's just a broken leg, but it's not dead, so why be hypocritical.

What if he died.

Even if you become a ghost, you have to think about it, hey, you are dead anyway, no matter how much you say it is hypocritical.

They are trying to get rid of the hypocrisy of being weak, but unconsciously, they have fallen into another kind of hypocrisy, and they are suffering from self-esteem diseases, which are incurable.

Mo Ran looked at this hopeless person to see what he had to say.

After all, Chu Wanning didn't say anything, pursed his lips, and put down the spoon dryly.

He was very unhappy.

So after a long while, he suddenly stood up and said, "Try to cast another spell, I'm going to enter the soul lamp."

"Ah..." Mo Ran froze for a moment, then smiled, "Is the soul lamp a conch shell? If you're embarrassed, just hide in it."

Chu Wanning looked majestic, and flicked his sleeves: "Excuse me? Tell me, why am I embarrassed?"

"Master, I'm sorry, of course it's because..."

"!" I didn't expect him to be so thick-skinned that he could speak out, Chu Wanning said, as if being stabbed by a needle, "Shut up."

"Because it's good to me."

"…………"

Mo Ran also stood up, the red cloud of the ghost world floated across the sky, and the dark crescent moon covered it poked its head out, and sprinkled a layer of clear frost on the ground, which also illuminated Mo Ran's face.

He no longer smiled, his expression was solemn and serious.

"Master, I know that you treat me well. I don't know if you can remember what I said now after you return to your soul, but... no matter what, I want to tell you. From now on, you will He is one of the most important people in the world to me. My apprentice did a lot of ridiculous things in the past. He obviously has the best master in the world, but he still has resentment in his heart. Thinking about it now, I only feel very regretful."

Chu WanNing looked at him.

Mo Ran said: "Master is the best and best master, and disciple is the worst and worst disciple."

Chu Wanning was a little uneasy at first, but when he heard Mo Ran trying to express himself with his pitiful words, he tried his best, but he was still so clumsy.

After holding back for a while, I couldn't hold back, and finally smiled lightly.

"Oh." He nodded and repeated, "Master is the best and best master, and apprentice is the worst and worst apprentice. You finally have some self-knowledge."

Chu Wanning was never a greedy person. He gave a lot to others, but he always asked for very little. Although he didn't get Mo Ran's friendship, he could treat him as the most important person, the best teacher, That's not bad either.

He was originally an emotionally poor person, so poor, but he was unwilling to beg.

Some people are willing to give him a small piece of hot biscuits to eat.

He felt very happy, gnawing on the cake in small bites, he was very satisfied.

It's Mo Ran, a stupid guy, staring blankly at this piece of soul and being amused by himself, the grass grows in his heart, and he is so happy that he can't tell, he said: "Master, you should smile more, you can't laugh better than you!" Nice smile."

Chu WanNing stopped laughing.

Self-esteem disease.He thinks that "good-looking" is the compliment that those wild flowers and weeds deserve to be coquettish, such as Rong Jiu and others, he doesn't want it.

But Mo Ran, who has no eyesight and is still thinking hard, praised his good master: "Master, do you know, you laugh...uh... only that word can describe..."

He was trying to think of what kind of words could express the beautiful scenery he had just seen.

pertaining to laughter.

The clapper in the underworld rang three more times.

This person was blessed to the heart, and blurted out: "Yes! Smiling Jiuquan!"

"..."

Chu Wanning was really angry this time, and he refused to pay attention to Mo Ran again. He suddenly waved his sleeves, held up the soul-inducing lamp, and said sharply: "Mo Weiyu, you are so long-winded that you still don't cast spells? You If I say one more nonsense, I will go back to the Four Kings Palace by myself, it is better than returning to the world to listen to your nonsense all day long!"

The ink burned.

Smiling Jiuquan... Did he use it wrong?

In the underworld with a particularly nice smile, nothing, nothing wrong...

After all, the dispute at the intersection was a bit ostentatious, and Mo Ran didn't know where he said something wrong, but since the master told him to shut up, he just shut up.Thinking of this, Mo Ran scratched his head and pulled Chu Wanning to a corner.At this time, the slow chanting in his mind was getting louder and louder, Mo Ran tried to ask Huai Gui: "Master, are you ready?"

There was silence for a while, and the sound of the wooden fish came, and the guilty voice seemed to be right next to my ears, and it had become extremely clear.

"It's coming."

As soon as the guilty words fell, a little bit of golden light drifted out from Chu Wanning's second earth soul, and the soul standing in front of him became weaker and weaker as the golden light flowed away, and finally turned into ten thousand fireflies, the galaxy All of them flowed into the soul lamp.

Mo Ran heard the sound of the master's chanting, which came from the rushing and majestic water of Huangquan, and came from the quiet and peaceful Wangchuan.

"When will you come... When will you come..."

All sufferings are gradually washed to pale in this long and almost sighing Buddha's voice.Mo Ran hugged the soul-inducing lamp, only feeling that his body was getting lighter and more empty.

"Boom!"

There was a crisp and hard wooden fish sound.

Like a sharp blade, it suddenly shattered the trance.

Mo Ran opened his eyes suddenly, as if he was awakened!

Everything in the ghost world dissipated, as if it was a big dream not long ago.He found himself lying on a bamboo raft, and the bamboo raft was docked by the Naihe Bridge, the peak of life and death. Under the bamboo slices, there was an endless torrent of water surging and splashing waves.

The sky is crab-blue, but it has been stained with a little red, bamboo leaves are flying on both sides of the river, and thousands of leaves are fresh and tender.

Dawn seemed to be coming.

He blinked dazedly.

Suddenly found that the soul-inducing lamp in his arms was gone, he was so shocked that he sat up suddenly.

"Master—!"

"Don't shout."

Someone said lightly.

Mo Ran panted, like a person who had experienced a nightmare, turned his face pale, and saw Gui Gui sitting on the shore, knocking on the wooden fish on the bluestone, and raising his eyelids.

"You shout, he can't hear you at the moment."

The soul-inducing lamp is placed on the side of the wooden fish, overflowing with color and light, golden brilliance, Chu Wanning's soul power is indescribably beautiful.

Guigui picked up the soul lamp, stood up from the rock, and nodded to Mo Ran: "Little benefactor Mo, you are doing very well."

Mo Ran climbed up and jumped from the bamboo raft to the shore.Holding back Huai Zui, he hurriedly asked: "Master, let's go to Shuangtian Temple to find Master's mortal body? Hurry up, I'm afraid the soul will be scattered again if it's too late."

Huai Zui couldn't help laughing: "How can it be so easy to break up?" Then he said, "Don't worry, the poor monk has already asked Xue Benefactor to talk to the head of your sect, and Chu Wanning's mortal body should have been killed by now. Move to the red lotus water pavilion, where the poor monk will retreat and cast spells to transport your master's soul into the body again."

Mo Ran said: "Let's go, let's go!" Seeing the sinful smile, he hurriedly said: "Master, come slowly, don't rush, don't rush."

But it was clear that his eyebrows were frowning, he subconsciously stepped forward, and wanted to reach out his hand to pull the sleeve of Guigui, so he didn't seem to be in a hurry.

Huai Zui shook his head, sighed and said with a smile: "It's no use being anxious, little benefactor."

Mo Ran waved his hands again and again: "No hurry, no hurry, no hurry, it's important to be safe."

"Yes, it's important to be safe. The soul is out of the body and cannot be attached to the body in an instant. Otherwise, if it goes against the sky, it will be very easy for the soul to fly away. The poor monk naturally takes his time."

"Yes, yes, yes, take your time." Mo Ran echoed, but still couldn't help it, hesitated and asked cautiously, "How long will it take for Master to come back to life?"

Guilt is very calm: "Five years."

"So that's it, five years is five...five years??!"

Mo Ran was shocked and felt that he was choked.

"Five years at the earliest."

Ink burning: "........."

The author has something to say: When the master officially wakes up, what he will see will be Mo Ran 2.0~~Come on!Ready for system upgrade!