The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

The dawn is just breaking, and the sky is full of red clouds.Although it was still early, a large number of disciples had already gathered outside the Red Lotus Pavilion.They are all dressed in plain clothes, with their eyes downcast and their heads bowed, standing on both sides of the road.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

The morning bell rang from Tongtian Tower, and several people in the distance were slowly approaching with a coffin.The leader is Xue Zhengyi, the elder Tanlang, and the back row is Mo Ran and Xue Meng.On the left and right stood Shi Mei and a monk with half-worn cassocks.They stepped on the slippery bluestone road and walked gradually from the mist.

The monk held a lantern in his hand. It was already bright tomorrow, but the brilliance of the lantern remained undiminished in the daytime. The golden brilliance was like summer flowers, dazzling.

All the disciples lowered their heads one after another, concentrating and holding their breath.They had already heard that the master of guilt from Wubei Temple had come here specially for Elder Yuheng, so it must be this ugly monk.For this legendary figure, the juniors were still in awe over their curiosity after all. On the long mountain road, no one dared to look carefully. They could only hear the tap of the stick, and saw a pair of monk shoes entwined with hemp grass in their eyes. After passing by, the master walked away like this, leaving everyone standing in silence.

The coffin was carried steadily all the way, because it was resurrection, not burial, and no one cried.Arriving at the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, Gui Gui looked around and said, "Let's put it by the lotus pond, where there is plenty of spiritual energy, making it easy to cast spells."

"Okay, it's all up to the master!" Xue Zhengyi led the rest of the people, and put the Xuanbing coffin there, "If you need anything else, the master, just ask. You saved Yuheng, you saved me Someone Xue has half his life, and someone Xue will do his best to help!"

"Thank you for the kindness of Sect Master Xue." Huai Zui said, "The poor monk has nothing to ask for at the moment, if there is any in the future, it will not be too late to tell the Sect Master."

"Success, then master, please don't be polite."

Huai Zui clasped his hands together, smiled and bowed to Xue Zhengyong, then turned to look at the others: "The poor monk is not talented, and it will take five years to recover the soul of Elder Chu. In order to avoid troubles, from now on From now on, the Red Lotus Water Pavilion will close its doors to thank guests, and it will reopen five years later on the day Elder Chu is resurrected."

Although Xue Meng had heard about it before, but once again confirmed from Huai Zui that Master would not wake up until five years later, his eyes were still red.He silently lowered his head.

"If you benefactors want to say goodbye to Elder Chu for a while, please go to the coffin. After today, it will take more than 1000 days to see you again."

Everyone went one by one.

First, Xue Zhengyi and the elders stood in front of the coffin to bid farewell. Xue Zhengyi said: "I hope to meet again soon."

Tanlang said: "Wake up early."

Xuanji said: "May everything go well."

Lu Cun sighed and said, "I'm a little envious of you. You won't look old even after five years of freezing."

The rest of the elders were more or less short, each had their own rhetoric, and soon it was Xue Meng's turn. Xue Meng originally wanted to endure, but he was used to being impulsive, so he didn't hold back, and finally shed tears at the side of Chu Wanning's coffin .

Wiping his tears vigorously, he choked with sobs and said, "Master, I will practice swordsmanship well without you here. Afterwards, at the Lingshan Conference, I will never embarrass you. When you wake up, I will tell you my good ranking." .Under the seat of my master, there is no apprentice who gives up."

Xue Zhengyi walked over and patted him on the shoulder.Xue Meng didn't hug his father as usual, but turned away stubbornly with his nose twitching.He didn't want to be a playboy who only relied on his father in front of his master anymore.

Then when I arrived at Shi Mo, Shi Mo's eyes were also wet, and without saying anything, I looked down at Chu Wanning for a while, and stepped back silently.

After he left, a pale pink crabapple flower was gently placed in the coffin.The hand holding the flowers still looks like a teenager, but it is already very slender.

Mo Ran stood beside the coffin, and the wind gently blew across the lake, bringing the sweetness of lotus flowers.The broken hair on his forehead was blown a little messy, but he raised his hand and sorted out Chu Wanning's face.

Mo Ran pursed his lips, and seemed to have a lot to say, but in the end, he was just a little hoarse, and said softly: "I'll wait for you."

What are you waiting for?

He didn't say.He felt that he should have said that he would wait for you to wake up, but it seemed that this sentence was not enough.It seemed that he couldn’t express the full and crowded emotions in his heart. His heart seemed to be filled with hot magma, and the magma couldn’t find an accurate exit, so it ran rampant in his heart, making him panic and ache. .

He felt that one day his heart would be broken, and the lava would flow uncontrollably, and he would be melted into ashes in the raging sea.

But now, he is still not sure what that fiery feeling is.

So he just said "wait for you".

The Red Lotus Water Pavilion was finally closed.

The huge enchantment fell, like a door separating life and death, isolating everyone.

From then on, the summer lotus is fragrant, and the winter snow is quiet. For five full years, no one else can enjoy it in the water pavilion.

Bamboo leaves are bleak, Begonia flowers fall, stretching from the red lotus water pavilion to the front of the mountain gate, all the disciples kneel down one after another, and Mo Ran, Xue Meng, and Shi Mo kneel at the front of this endless river.

Xue Zhengyong's voice vibrated the trees, and his voice sounded to stop Xing Yun: "Send, Elder Yuheng retreats."

All the disciples bowed their heads and said in a deep voice, "Respectfully, Elder Yuheng is retreating."

The voices of thousands of people converged unevenly into a stream, and suddenly exploded on the smoky peak of life and death, so that crows screamed everywhere in shock, hoarse and mocking, and they walked around the treetops but did not dare to attach.The rumbling human voice was like muffled thunder, running over the rolling clouds and piercing through Xiaohan.

"Gentlemen, master retreat." Mo Ran said softly.

Knock down.

Shoujun for five years.

After Yuheng retreated, his three disciples did not want to temporarily teach the rest of the elders, and practiced hard on their own.

Due to aptitude, mentality and other reasons, Shi Mo and Xue Meng stayed on the mountain, while Mo Ran chose to travel far.

However, the reason why he made this choice is not only that he is suitable for experience, but also because he has lived a new life, and many things are different from before. Not to mention the changes in Chu Wanning, what worries him most is the fake hook List.

He had some guesses in his heart, and felt that the person who had been hiding behind the scenes was reborn at worst.After all, it can be said that this person has a good grasp of the Zhenlong chess game, and in his last life until his suicide, there is no second person in the world who can use this forbidden technique to such an extent.

Investigating that person's identity is not his forte. After the battle of Caidie Town, the entire cultivation world is watching carefully, waiting for the old glutton in the dark night to show his fox tail. This matter does not require him to intervene too much .

Mo Ran knows that he is not smart, but his spiritual energy is strong and abundant, and his cultivation talent is amazing. Since he is destined to have another battle in the future, what he can do is to return himself to the powerful strength before rebirth as soon as possible.

In his previous life he was the Destroyer.

In this life, he will be a protector.

Not long after Chu Wanning retreated, Mo Ran stood in front of the mountain gate on the summit of death and life.

He is carrying a bag and will travel far.

Not many people came to see him off, Xue Zhengyong, Mrs. Wang, and Shi Mo.

Xue Zhengyi patted him on the shoulder, and said with some embarrassment: "Meng'er won't come, he said..."

Mo Ran smiled: "He said he was going to practice the knife in the forest, so he didn't have time to send me off?"

"..." Xue Zhengyi became even more embarrassed, and couldn't help cursing, "That bastard is really ignorant!"

Mo Ran smiled and said: "He wants to win the first place at the Lingshan Conference, and he should practice more diligently. It is up to him to give the teacher a long face."

Xue Zhengyi looked at Mo Ran hesitantly, and said: "The Lingshan Conference is the pinnacle of the orthodox fairy art competition. Although Ran Er travels around the world, although he can have great vigor, I am afraid that the conference will not recognize the mixed kung fu of the three religions and nine streams. It would be a pity to miss it because of this.”

The ink burned: "There is my cousin."

"You don't want to get a ranking?"

Mo Ran really laughed this time.

ranking?

In his previous life, at the Lingshan Conference, he was fined and confinement for doing something wrong, but he never passed, and there was resentment in his heart.But now it seems that what is this little thing?How many times has he experienced life and death? In the torrent of disaster, he went from unwillingness to longing, from longing to resentment, from resentment to relief, from relief to guilt.

Up to now, what he Mo Ran is looking for is no longer wine and beauty, eternal pilgrimage, let alone revenge, complaints, killing and stimulation.

He had already seen the infinite prosperity in the clouds, and he was tired of seeing it. He didn't want to go back, but felt that it was very cold there, and no one was by his side.

They are all people who have been stepping on the immortal emperor, who once called the wind and rain on the top of Mount Tai, and saw all the flowers in the world.Who cares about the time of applause on Lingshan, and cheers in twos and threes.

As for rankings...

Whoever likes to row should go.

"I still want to do something else." Mo Ran laughed, "Xue Meng is a son, a son has a son's way of life, and I am a gangster, a gangster has a gangster's life."

Mrs. Wang couldn't help but pity her and said: "Silly boy, what are you talking about, you and Meng'er are the same, there is no difference between you and me."

Mo Ran smiled, but it was a bit bitter.

Born rich and humble, even if one is lucky enough to come to this pinnacle of life and death, but the previous ten years have been muddled through, so how could it be the same?

But seeing Mrs. Wang's gentle and concerned expression, she naturally couldn't say anything, she nodded and said: "Auntie said yes, I didn't make it right."

Mrs. Wang shook her head with a smile, gave him a small kit with Du Ruohua tattooed on it, and said, "You are traveling abroad and no one is taking care of you. You take this kit. There are many wound medicines in it, all of which are uncle's medicines." The ones made by my mother are better than the ones bought in ordinary stores, so keep them carefully and don’t drop them.”

Mo Ran was very grateful: "Thank you auntie."

The teacher said: "I have nothing for you, only this jade pendant, you can wear it, it is used for warming and nourishing the core."

Mo Ran took a look, and saw that the white jade was like fat, and the tentacles were warm, which was an extremely rare and top-notch product.He hurriedly put the jade pendant back into the teacher's hand, and said: "I can't take this away, it's too precious. What's more, my spiritual nucleus is originally a fire element, and I have to warm it up again... I'm afraid I will go crazy."

The teacher smiled and said: "What a mess, how can you go crazy?"

"Anyway, I won't accept it." Mo Ran insisted very much, "Your body is weak, and it would be better to match yourself."

"But I asked someone to take the photo for you at the Xuanyuan meeting..."

Hearing what he said, Mo Ran felt very warm, but more distressed: "The things in Xuanyuanhui are all sky-high prices. I really don't have much use for keeping this jade pendant, but it is very good for you. Teacher Mo, I love you I got it, but you can keep the things yourself. Remember to wear them on weekdays, to raise your spirit."

The teacher wanted to say something more, Mo Ran had already bypassed the string of the jade pendant and put it in front of his lapel for him.

"It's pretty good-looking." He said with a smile, raised his hand, and patted Shi Mei's shoulder, "You wear it much more suitable than me. I am such a rough person, I am afraid that I will wear it in two days." Got bumped."

"Ran'er is right. Although this jade pendant can be worn by everyone, it is still the most comfortable for people with a water spirit core. Mei'er can keep it for herself."

Now that Mrs. Wang has spoken, Shi Mo naturally listened to her, nodded, and then said to Mo Ran: "Then you take care."

"Don't worry, I'll write to you often."

The parting is imminent, Shi Mo is a little sad, but hearing him say this, he can't help laughing: "The words you wrote can only be understood by the master."

When it comes to Chu Wanning, Mo Ran doesn't know what it feels like in his heart.

The bone-eating hatred dissipated, but the guilt remained, as if the scars were scabbing over, and the whole heart was aching and itchy.

With such a mood in mind, he went down the mountain alone.

"one two Three……"

He lowered his head and counted silently in his heart as he walked.

"One hundred and one, one hundred and two, one hundred and three..."

When he got to the foot of the mountain, he couldn't help turning his head back, looking at the cloud-shrouded peak of death and life, the stretch of stone steps was almost invisible, and he murmured: "Three thousand seven nine nine."

He walked and counted all the way.

This is the number of steps leading to the mountain gate. On that day, Chu Wanning carried the number of steps he climbed.

He felt that he would never forget Chu Wanning's hands in his life, cold, blood-stained, and damaged.

Whether a person does good or evil is often not his nature.Everyone is like a field, and some people are lucky. The rice seedlings are scattered among the ridges. In autumn, the five grains are abundant, and the rice is fragrant. Everything is good and commendable.

But there are still fields that don't have such good luck.The seeds of poppies are planted in the soil, and when the spring breeze blows, the blissful evil will be born, and the sky will be filled with golden red blood.People resent it, scold it, fear it, and are all drunk in its stench, rotten into dregs.

In the end, righteous men and benevolent people will gather together and throw a fire into the field, twisting and rising into the scorched smoke. They say that he is a hotbed of karma, that he is a ghost, that he cannibalize people without spitting out bones, and that he deserves to die. no conscience.

He twitched and groaned in pain in the fire, and the poppies quickly curled up and turned into scorched mud.

But he was once a fertile field, and he also longed for rain and sunshine.

Who cast the first seed of darkness, and then the evil became a disaster, and it was out of control.

This piece of field, once gentle and splendid, was ignited and turned to ashes.

Abandoned.

No one wants it anymore, it's an old abandoned land.

So he never thought that there would be someone who would come into his life and give him another chance to plow the soil and start all over again.

Chu Wanning.

It will be five years before he can meet with him, and today is the first day in five years.

He suddenly realized that he had already begun to miss Chu Wanning's face, stern, angry, gentle, solemn, and upright.

Mo Ran slowly closed his eyes.

He was carefully recalling his past and present lives, how many past events were blown away by wind and snow, and he gradually realized that the incident of the ghost world was actually the biggest watershed in his life.

In his previous life, he loved someone deeply.

Later, that man gave his life and he went to hell.

In this life, there is another person who loves him.

Later, that person donated his life and sent him back to the world.