The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

But Chu Wanning did not stop, nor did he look back.

He can't look back.

He gritted his teeth and endured, but the tears still flowed down.

Really feel wronged.

But even if he was wronged, so what?

excuse?

Rebuke?

It has come to this point, how can he still have the face to tell Mo Ran those truths.Do you want him to explain it hard when Mo Ran resented him and mocked him?Or do you want to earn another sentence of "the dove occupies the magpie's nest" after "dong Shi imitates the magpie's nest"?

he left.

That night beside the Naihe Bridge, beside the Yellow Spring, the conversation between the master and the apprentice, I don't know if it flowed down the mountains and rivers, into the rivers, into the underworld along the turbulent river.

And that young man who is as gentle as a flower, if Izumi knew him, would he feel sad and sad because of the discord between his master and his family when he heard such a conversation.

Mo Ran stood alone by the river beach for a while, he thought, maybe it was fate.

——Chu Wanning suspected others, but he alone did not suspect him.

Speaking of that day, it was also a coincidence. When Chu Wanning's Tian Wen was patrolling the back mountain before, he was called out to use it because he encountered a little ghost, and he didn't take it back later, so he rolled it up and hung it around his waist.

The golden Tianwen shines in Chu Wanning's white clothes. This cane that can tell his truth and kill the later Emperor Taxian has been shining brightly.

But Chu Wanning did not take it down, and did not interrogate him.

Mo Ran escaped Tianwen, and left slowly alone, walked to the depths of the rustling bamboo forest, walked to the place where the night was the thickest, and was finally swallowed by the darkness completely.

From then on, he began to secretly refine chess pieces in a premeditated way, two, four, ten.

more and more.

He planted them one by one into the disciples at the pinnacle of death and life, making them his eyes and ears, minions, and backstabs.

After the initial joy, Mo Ran gradually became irritable and gloomy. He became more and more irritable, irritable, and dissatisfied.

too slow.

He didn't think it was enough.

He was afraid that Chu Wanning would notice something, so he didn't dare to spend all his strength to do Zhenlong chess like the first time.He only does one at a time, leaving half of his energy, and he is no longer on the brink of the sword, but finally puts away his fingers and claws, returns to Chu Wanning's seat, and follows Chu Wanning to practice.

He calculated, thinking that Chu Wanning could help him improve his cultivation as quickly as possible, laying bricks and stones for his first step in the world.Why not do it?

On this day, he practiced too hard and was exhausted. He accidentally lost control from the slender treetop and fell straight down.

In just a moment, Chu Wanning's white clothes passed by, he hugged Mo Ran, but he couldn't free his hand to summon the enchantment for a while, and the two fell under the tree together.Chu Wanning was pressed down by Mo Ran, humming in pain, Mo Ran opened his eyes, and saw that Chu Wanning's hand was scratched, a bloody cut, and the flesh turned out.

Mo Ran stared at the opening, and his heart was actually cruel and excited. At that time, his mind had already begun to distort, and he didn't feel too much gratitude and guilt. He only felt that the blood was so beautiful, so it's better to bleed a little more.

But he knew it was not the time, and he couldn't show the sinister face under the hood at this moment, so he helped Chu Wanning wipe the wound and bandage Chu Wanning.

Neither of them said a word, each had their own concerns, and the white gauze was wrapped around many roads.

At the end, Mo Ran said meaningfully: "Master, thank you."

This sudden thank you made Chu Wanning feel very surprised. He raised his eyes and looked at Mo Ran's face. The sun shone down, and according to Mo Ran's face, the brown was lightly illuminated.

At that time, Mo Ran was actually a little curious. What did Chu Wanning think of this thank you?

Finally the prodigal son turned back?

Finally starting to calm down?

But Chu Wanning didn't say anything, just dropped his eyelashes and put down his cuffs.

The wind is blowing, and the sun is just right.

In his previous life, he still couldn't see through his master, just as his master misunderstood him.

Later, Mo Ran's magic power became stronger and stronger, and he had an amazing talent. The chess pieces that could be made by consuming half of his spiritual power changed from one, to two, and then to four.

But not enough.

What he wants are millions of soldiers, who can win the summit of life and death in one fell swoop, and the powerful force that will trample Chu Wanning under his feet.

Mo Ran is not good at counting. This person who is about to become the emperor of stepping on the fairy, holding the abacus, is clapping the beads in front of the table.

When Xue Meng came to see him, he happened to bump into this scene, and asked curiously, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Accounting."

"What account?"

The ink burned for a moment, his eyes were dark, and then he smiled: "Guess."

"I can't guess." Xue Meng walked over, picked up the book in front of him and looked at it, and muttered while looking at it, "One... 360 five days... 360 five... four... 360 five days... nothing very messy?"

Mo Ran said calmly: "I want to buy sugar."

"sugar?"

"One piece of Yuechengzhai's best candy costs one penny. If you save one copper plate every day, you can buy five candies for 360 in five days. If you can save four copper coins every day, it's..." He said in a low voice. He shook his head, shook his fingers, couldn't figure it out, shook his head again, and made a calculation, "It's one thousand..."

Xue Meng's mental arithmetic is faster than him, and he said neatly: "460 candies."

Mo Ran raised his head, remained silent for a moment, and said brightly: "You can count really fast."

Xue Meng was rarely praised by him, stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "That's not true, after all, I helped A Niang to call medicine since I was a child."

The ink burned for a while, and smiled: "It's not clear about the left and right, why don't you do it well, help me to calculate it?"

After Shi Mo passed away, Mo Ran hadn't been so calm for a long time. Xue Meng looked at him against the sun, and felt a little pity in his heart.

So he nodded, opened the chair, and sat down beside Mo Ran.

"Come on, let's talk."

Mo Ran warmly said: "Ten candies a day, how much can you save in a year?"

"Three thousand and 650, don't count this, it's too simple."

Mo Ran sighed and said, "Let's add some more, fifteen a day..." After thinking about it, I felt that making such a chess piece was beyond the limit, so I asked, "Twelve pieces a day. How much?"

"Four thousand... four thousand 380."

"I want [-] pieces, how many more days do I have to wait?"

"I have to..." Xue Meng scratched his head, thinking a little hard, so he asked, "What do you want so much sugar for? You can't eat it."

Mo Ran lowered his eyes, covered the gloom in his eyes, and said: "Next year, the peak of death and life will be established for 30 years. I want to share a candy with everyone, and I must save it from today."

Xue Meng froze: "You have such a thought..."

"Well." Mo Ran smiled, "Surprise? You also have a share."

"I don't need it." Xue Meng waved his hand, "I don't want you to eat this candy, come on, I will help you count it, and see how long it takes to save before you can buy more than 5000 candies."

As he said, he took the abacus, and under the background of the flowers and trees by the window, he carefully helped Mo Ran to calculate.Mo Ran looked at it with his chin on the side, his eyes glowed, and after a long while, he chuckled and said, "Thank you."

Xue Meng snorted, he was very focused, and didn't pay much attention to him.

All he could see were those crackling black beads, one by two, like black chess pieces, stacked up one by one, increasing little by little.

At that time, Xue Meng probably would never have thought that what he was counting was not sugar at all, but human lives, overthrowing the lives of people who were at the top of life and death.

He didn't know, probably because of his appearance helping by the window, which vaguely touched the only kindness left in Mo Ran's heart.

So the five thousand sunspots, after all, Mo Ran took into account the old relationship, and did not give him a share in the end.

"It takes so long?" Finally looking at the number Xue Meng wrote, Mo Ran shook his head, "It's too long."

Xue Meng said: "How about I lend you some money?"

Mo Ran smiled: "No need."

After Xue Meng left, he thought over and over again, turned over some scrolls, and gradually had a plan in his heart-and this plan became the embryonic form of the "Common Heart Formation" created by Ta Xianjun later.

That night, Mo Ran refined ten chess pieces, and those chess pieces were all incomplete. Without using all their strength, they could not control living people, or even more powerful corpses.

With these ten chess pieces in his pocket, he went down the mountain to Wuchang Town, humming a little song, and came to a place on the outskirts of the town:

The crane returns to the slope.

When a person dies, he goes away on a crane and returns to the nine heavens.This is a beautiful and simple illusion of mortals. To put it bluntly, this hillside is a cemetery.Anyone who died in Wuchang Town was dragged to this mountain for burial. This is the hometown of the town's people.

Mo Ran didn't delay much, he walked through the rows of tombs, and glanced at the words on the steles. Soon, he stopped at a new tomb with bright writing and fresh fruit steamed buns in front of the tombstone. Raising his hand, his five fingers tightened in the air, and the seal cracked open, revealing a crude coffin in the gravel.

Because of a certain experience when he was a child, Mo Ran was not afraid of dead corpses at all, and he had no fear of dead corpses at all. He jumped off the raised mound, summoned Mo Dao, pried open the coffin nails forcefully, and then kicked the thin The cover kicked open.

The moonlight shone on the corpse's face.Mo Ran leaned his head over to weigh the quality of the pork, looking at the body lying inside.

It is an old thing, newly buried, wrapped in a shroud, with a shriveled face and sunken cheeks, because the environment of the tomb is not good, and there is no money for embalming, so there is a strong stench in the coffin, and some flesh has already begun to rot , gave birth to maggots.

Mo Ran frowned, endured the stench, put on the metal gloves neatly, strangled the old man's neck, and lifted him out of the coffin.The old man's head hangs down stiffly, Mo Ran's eyes are cold, and the light in his hand flashes, and the Zhenlong sunspot has been driven into his chest.

"Be good, be good." Mo Ran seemed to touch the face of the dead man intimately, and suddenly slapped the corpse with his backhand, and said with a smile, "What are you doing listlessly? Stand up straight, my precious little grandson. "

Although the mutilated Heizi couldn't control a strong corpse, it was more than enough to control an old man with thin legs and feet like a stick.

The corpse squirmed, and a pair of closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing the eyes covered with gray eyes.

Mo Ran said: "Report your name."

"I can't help myself."

"Where are you?"

"It's not up to me."

"What evening is this evening?"

"It's up to me how old I am."

Mo Ran squinted his eyes and weighed the remaining nine remnants in his hands. Sure enough... If you just control this level of corpses, you don't need to spend so much spiritual power to make such pure sunspots.

He grinned, with deep dimples, and burst into an extremely handsome smile.Slowly, he asked the last question:

"What do you want?"

The old man said hoarsely: "What I want is to be a king's pawn, and I will not hesitate to be smashed to pieces."

Mo Ran laughed loudly, he was very satisfied with the result, he used the remaining chess pieces to make another nine corpses, the ones he picked were all fresh, and the corpses that had just been buried must at least have intact skin and flesh It is not eaten away.

These corpses, old, weak, sick and disabled, fell down as soon as the wind blows, without any strength at all, but Mo Ran looked at them, but his eyes flashed with crazy and joyful light.

He took out ten small boxes from the Qiankun bag, opened one of them, and saw two small blood-red bugs curled up inside, the male and the female biting their tails, inseparable.

"Okay, it's cool enough, it's enough to bother you two, and it should come in handy to me." Mo Ran said lazily, then fiddled with his fingers to push the two bugs that were intertwining, Take out the male worm, and say to the first old man who was made into a chess piece, "Brother, please open your mouth."

The old man opened his mouth obediently, revealing the rotten tongue inside, Mo Ran threw the male worm into his mouth and said, "Eat it."

There was no resistance, no hesitation.

The corpse obediently ate the soul-devouring insect into its stomach.

Mo Ran did the same thing, fed all the males in the box into the mouths of these corpses, and then said: "Okay, lie back, let's all rest."

On the second day, Mo Ran refined another ten sunspots, which were also damaged and did not consume too much spiritual power.After refining, he glued all the remaining female soul-devouring worms to the chess body, and then quietly penetrated into the bodies of some low-level disciples.

At the beginning, those disciples just felt a little itchy on their backs, but they didn't have any special feelings. Mo Ran was not in a hurry, he was waiting——

Wait for the female soul-eating worms to lay eggs, and in the hearts of these disciples, leave behind larvae that correspond to those of the male worms.

In this way, the two irrelevant chess pieces passed through the adults and larvae, and became a one-to-one corresponding mother and child puppets.

This is like flying a kite, those weak corpses become kite strings, one end leads Mo Ran, and the other end leads the more powerful Zhenlong Heizi.Mo Ran only needs to give the order to the corpse hiding the adult, and wrap another corpse corresponding to the young child, and it will do exactly the same.

It means common heart.

This trick was figured out by Mo Ran himself. Before him, those who had access to the Zhenlong chess game were all great masters. There are tens of thousands of precious chess pieces, so they don't need to think about this opportunistic method.

And Mo Ran, who was obsessed with sorcery at the time, didn't even realize that he had done a terrible thing that no one in the comprehension world had done for tens of thousands of years——

Turn a sorcery that can destroy the world into a world that everyone can use.

Anyone can do it.

"elder brother!"

Suddenly, there was a loud shout in my ear.

Mo Ran woke up suddenly, and a bloody light flashed in front of his eyes.

The phoenix evil spirit buried in the center of Huangshan has transformed into more vines than before, and slashed swiftly. The phoenix is ​​a beast that is good at flying, and its speed is extremely fast. Mo Ran couldn't dodge it, and its shoulder was cut open At the mouth, blood surged in an instant.

Xue Meng said in surprise: "How are you?!"

"Don't come here!" Mo Ran gasped for breath, his eyes were cold, staring at the blood vines on the ground that were swimming like tentacles, ready to jump up and carry out the second wave of raids at any time, and stopped Xue Meng sharply, "Quick, go to Master's place Side! Tell him, stop! Make everyone stop!"

Blood dripped down, and he tightly clutched the heart and the chess piece in his hand.

The mind was spinning rapidly, and all thoughts came to my heart.

There is nothing wrong with this Concentric Formation, and it is even used better than in his previous life.But no matter how it is improved, the principle is here. Only by maintaining the mother body on this side can the daughter body on the other side exert its strength.

Mo Ran held Zhenlong chess in his hand, and his whole body was still trembling finely, not because of the pain in his shoulders, but because of the chill and fear spreading from the soles of his feet.

There is no doubt that someone will be reborn.

So, the reborn person, do you know that he is also a fierce ghost who resurrected for the first time?If you know, then...

There was a sudden cold in the back, and the ink burned suddenly desperate.

Ta Xianjun's pale face seemed to appear in front of his eyes, with a rustling nine-pointed crown, a gloomy face, and a sneer grin.

He is high above the ground, Zhi Yi is sitting reclined on the dragon chair, he is cold and playful——

"Master Mo, run away, where can you run away?"

Ghostly shadows creep up like tides, they are all people he killed in his previous life, and they are debts he owed in his previous life.

He saw the bloody Shi Mo, saw the bloodless Chu Wanning, saw the hanged woman dragging a three-foot white silk, and saw the disemboweled man bleed all over the floor.

They all come to demand his life.

"You won't be able to hide sooner or later."

"Someone already knows what kind of filthy soul you have in your shell. You will never be reborn."

Mo Ran closed his eyes.

If the person behind the scenes really knows that he is also reborn, if that person reveals all his past, then... what should he do?

He didn't dare to think about it at all.

The author has something to say: Boss: I like this kind of thing, I can see you, but you can't see my feelings.

Gouzi: Who are you?

Boss: I am a little blue dragon, little blue dragon, I have many little secrets, little secrets!

Gouzi: ...Go away!