The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

"Why..." Mo Ran took a step back, shook his head and muttered, "How is it possible? It's really you...?"

"Yes, it is this seat."

Ta Xianjun looked at him slowly, and then smiled: "Well...I thought that after you were reborn, you probably wouldn't remember too many things from your previous life, but seeing you like this now, it seems that you are still very clear?"

"..."

"And looking at your expression, you seem to have guessed the existence of this seat to some extent. In this case, you are not too stupid."

Mo Ran murmured, he had a lot to say, and those words would rush out of his throat, but in the end, it was an unbelievable shout: "But you are clearly dead!!!"

"Oh?"

"You took the poison as early as in Wushan Temple, the king of poison, there is no possibility of survival! You died in front of Tongtian Pagoda and buried in the coffin under the flower tree, you are already dead!!"

Stepping Xianjun chuckled: "That's not enough reason."

As he spoke, he slowly raised his eyelids, showing a bitter smile, his eyes were like the sharp beaks of a bird of prey, trying to peck and pierce Grandmaster Mo's body.

"Why don't I tell you something for you?" He said softly, with the calmness of playing with people, and said with a light smile, "Yes, I am indeed dead, the best proof that I am dead People, stand in front of you right now."

Ink burning: "..."

"Because you are the soul of this seat who escaped from birth." Ta Xianjun laughed, "The most benevolent and benevolent master Mo, across the world of mortals, people often come to tell this seat, your... how to say, A heroic act of kindness?"

He grinned.

"You are so interesting. I thought you didn't remember too much of your past life, so you pretended to be a normal person. But you actually remember them all."

"..." Mo Ran clenched his back molars.

"Hey, Grandmaster Mo, do you think that as long as you keep silent, no one will know the truth? Do you think that as long as you put down the butcher knife, you can start over from scratch? Most importantly, do you think..."

Stepping Xianjun slammed his hands more ruthlessly, strangling Chu Wanning's neck, his nails deeply sunk into the flesh, and Chu Wanning's skin was blue and purple, frowning with anger, but he couldn't say a word.

"Do you think that if there is no fire in my world, I will still be kind enough to let you enjoy the light alone?"

"Don't touch him!"

Stepping Xianjun sneered: "Don't touch him? Don't you think it's absurd for you to say this to me?"

He held Chu WanNing, slowly, in circles.

He and Mo Ran are looking at each other.

Ta Xianjun is staring at Mo Zongshi.

Mo Ran was staring at Mo Weiyu.

The past life is staring at the present life.

Ta Xianjun was mocking him: "How did I move him, don't you know? Now you're pretending to be a good person again."

"Don't say it!"

"Huh? Why don't you say it? Don't you think those things are not interesting and comfortable? After years of separation, life and death are fleeting, don't you think you should have a pleasant talk?"

Mo Ran couldn't shake his head, his face was probably uglier than Chu Wanning's at the moment, he was angry and helpless, guilty and desperate: "Don't say it."

"Oh, you just want me to shut up so much? It's really interesting, our wise and benevolent Grandmaster Mo seems to be..." Ta Xianjun thought for a while, and spit out three words, "I'm very scared."

Mo Ran couldn't wait any longer, he watched Chu Wanning being tightly strangled in Ta Xianjun's arms, and his heart was full of turmoil.He didn't know what to do, he just wanted to block the tongue of the devil in front of him, he just wanted to sink all the ugly things and the past underground and seal them in the coffin.

Seeing the ghost light up, he suddenly attacked Ta Xianjun, the red sparks were crackling, and the flames were more fierce than ever before.

Avoiding the attack, Ta Xianjun's expression changed slightly: "... Tianwen?"

No, he already came up with the answer after he finished speaking, this willow vine shining red is not a question from heaven.

"...Your new martial arts is very interesting." Ta Xianjun looked a little complicated, he stared at the rattan whip for a while, and looked a little colder when he looked up at Mo Ran.

"In that case..."

He said that after floating away, he handed Chu Wanning to a subordinate behind him, and then raised his hand, and summoned him, "Come on, fight with me. I am curious, whether I will not return It's powerful when it's on, but it's still fierce when it's holding the rattan whip."

As he said that, Ta Xianjun's fingers wiped Mo Dao inch by inch, and the blue light of no return surged, and his spiritual power reached its peak.

At the same time, Grandmaster Mo brushed the willow vine inch by inch with his fingers, and the ghostly red light overflowed, and the flames ignited fiercely.

"Fire attribute?" Ta Xianjun sneered, "Although I am a spiritual core with dual attributes of wood and fire, I clearly remember that I am better at using wood than fire. Why did you change your temper?"

The ink burned silently, his expression was cold and solemn, his lips were tightly pressed, and there was a trace of sternness in his eyes.

Those were the eyes of a man standing on the edge of a cliff, who was on the verge of falling.

"Zheng!"

Two almost identical tall figures jumped up, collided fiercely in mid-air, and culled and fought.

Ghosts and Buguizai screamed silently, flowing out a surging spiritual flow, just like a dragon meeting a giant whale, a flood smashing against a beast, and in an instant the bricks and stones of the Dragon Soul Hall were splashed, stones and sand were flying, their turbulent currents even set off The magma that entered the Dragon's Blood Pond sprayed several feet high and fell to the ground.

Everyone possessed spirits under their feet, so as not to let the overflowing lava water scald themselves.

Ta Xianjun and Mo Zongshi were no exception. They fought fiercely, even if they were equals, the blades contended, and the rattan dance became popular.The black shadow pounced on the black one, bloody eyes stared at the desperate one, every move was at its peak, the flames surged wildly!

There was another sharp whistle of the weapon, and the two of them pointed their toes and jumped into the air. The vine whip and the Mo knife collided, and the splashed spiritual power reflected the two pale faces.

A resurrection from the dead.

A life is better than death.

During the power struggle, a thousand piles of snow surged in the eyes of Ta Xianjun, and he shouted sharply: "No return, Quen Ling!"

Master Mo gritted his teeth, and said in a low and deep voice, "Damn, Quen Ling."

In an instant, their own spiritual power surged into the Shenwu, and the two Shenwu were shining brightly, Liehong and Youbi bit and fought - in the end, only the sound of "bang" bursting was heard, and the strike was lost Mo Ran's shoulder, the ghost pierced Ta Xianjun's left arm.

Both of them snorted, one on the left and one on the right, each fell to the ground, panting, they didn't feel any pain in the wound, and all their attention was on each other.They are like ferocious beasts fighting in a cage, either you die or I live.

Ta Xianjun's eyes were dark: "Your tricks and moves of the rattan whip are too similar to him."

"He" refers to Chu Wanning.

Master Mo didn't want to entangle with Ta Xianjun, and his eyes were murderous: "Aren't you going to get out soon?!"

"Let me go away?" Ta Xianjun sneered, "Mo Weiyu, what qualifications do you have? You've been wearing sheepskin for a long time, you won't forget that you still have sheep's blood on your lips, right?"

Before he could say a word, he jumped up again and fought the lore.Taxianjun rushed over, the lava was boiling under his feet, sparks splashed, but his every move and style would not be clear, he seemed to be looking at his own reflection in the lake, and he had died before the Taxianjun knife fell. Withdrew abruptly for a few feet, the scorching sun was burning under his feet, and the fire was rushing.

Between the two of them advancing and retreating, their gestures did not go as expected by the other party. In the blink of an eye, there were more than a hundred rounds of peak duel, and they were evenly matched, and no one could take advantage of the other.

Mo Ran's forehead was full of fine sweat, and Ta Xianjun was panting deeply, they were still hovering, staring and turning around.

Sweat seeped between the dark brows, paused for a moment, and then dripped down suddenly.

Mo Ran gritted his teeth and whispered: "What are you doing all this for?"

"I've said it before, the Suiren Clan is gone in the world of this seat, so don't wish to swallow this last handful of fire all by yourself."

The ink burned suddenly and became angry: "That is also your last fire!!"

"But I can't get him." Ta Xianjun said solemnly, "What's more, is there any difference between you and me? My hands are full of blood, so you are clean? Why can I only be drunk and dreamy alone in the long night, you But you can guard the teacher, guard Chu Wanning, guard your ridiculous uncle and cousin-why are you?"

When Mo Ran heard what he said, he suddenly froze, and after a while he said, "You got it."

"..."

Mo Ran looked at himself in the previous life, he kept saying in his heart, but he never said a word, so he murmured like this: "What you got, it was you who stepped on him yourself. . . . It was you who extinguished it yourself. he."

Taxianjun's expression suddenly became extremely dangerous, his nose was slightly wrinkled, and there seemed to be evil waves in his pupils. He was so gloomy that he even changed his name without knowing it: "I ruined him!" Ridiculous. How do you know that he didn't ruin me?"

"You don't know the truth about the sky crack at all!"

"I don't need to know." Ta Xianjun said sternly, "Mo Weiyu, everything is already late. I think this is very good, as long as he is alive, he is my person, and he can be held in my palm, he is happy It doesn't matter if you are unwilling, hate me, or blame me. It doesn't matter."

He paused: "I just want to see him."

Mo Ran's voice was boiled by anger and pain, torn by shame and trembling that covered the sky, he trembled slightly: "You have already destroyed him once. You have to destroy yourself, and you have to destroy him." He in this world... for the second time..."

Ta Xianjun showed his face suddenly, he had a deep dimple, and looked back and forth at Mo Ran's face.

Then he said: "Is there anything that can be destroyed or not? Don't you think so? It doesn't matter whether this person is dead or alive, as long as he can hold it in the palm of his hand, he can do anything."

Mo Ran shook his head, closed his eyes, and said hoarsely: "You are wrong. You shouldn't treat him like this, he...he is the best person in this world to treat you."

"It's ridiculous." Ta Xianjun's smile suddenly tightened, "He is the person who treats me the best in the world? What about the teacher? Master Mo, don't you think you are ridiculous? The person you should worry about is clearly always gentle When you never underestimate your teacher Mingjing, you tell me that Chu Wanning is the best person in the world? Do you know what you are talking about?"

"You're the one who doesn't know what you're talking about!"

They were close to each other, their spiritual power hissing and colliding.

Mo Ran's eye sockets are red.

"He treats you with all sincerity, but he is stupid. Many things... many things are done so stupidly, and he doesn't tell you. Be sober, the person you like is not a teacher at all. How have you ever Have you ever thought about the teacher? When you were lying on the empty bed in Wushan Palace, who was thinking about?"

"...This seat does not deny that he is very cool to fuck." Ta Xianjun said indifferently, "But so what. He will never be able to replace Shi Mo."

As soon as Mo Ran heard him say this, it was clear that he was himself in the previous life, but he was so angry that his blood surged up, and his brain buzzed. He gritted his teeth and said, "You are not allowed to insult him."

Ta Xianjun narrowed his eyes: "Why, you are protecting him so much now, are you getting together with him again?"

"..."

"In this life, have you fucked him too?"

His narrow eyes were like snakes.

The strength and spiritual power in the two hands did not stop, and the powerful technique even made the other chess pieces unable to support them, and some of them even curled up on the ground.

Ta Xianjun first stared at Mo Ran for a while, then his eyes squinted and fell on Chu Wanning, and then he murmured: "Master Mo, I heard that Shi Mo is still alive in this world, but you Do this to him."

For a while, Mo Ran really didn't know how to argue with such a guy who came from the gate of life and death and didn't know how to resurrect.

Finally he said: "What about you? Now that you come to this world, Shi Mei is still alive and well. But when I came in, why did you hold on to my master?"

"Your master?" Ta Xianjun rolled his eyes, with a sarcastic expression, "Oh, who is your master in this seat, you know it yourself."

"..."

"Tell me if I can hug him."

Mo Ran wanted him to let go of Chu Wanning, so he said: "If you are like this, you are right to be a teacher?"

"A person who is so pure as a teacher should not be blasphemed." Ta Xianjun was not fooled, and lazily said, "But Chu Wanning is different. He looks cold, arrogant, strong and conceited, but he fucks Kailai looks like a slut, have you forgotten?"

Mo Ran didn't expect that he would say such a lewd and straightforward, but he was taken aback.

Then he couldn't help but think of the appearance of Chu Wanning holding back the groan under him. What's more, although he didn't want to, he thought of Chu Wanning's most violent and largest dose of love in his previous life. Under the medicine, he finally succumbed to desire, entangled with himself crazily, actively catered, sweaty, and fierce sex like a beast.

The pair of phoenix eyes filled with unwillingness and shame, but misty with water vapor slightly closed, Chu Wanning's eyes were out of focus, his lips were slightly opened, and he couldn't help panting...

He suddenly closed his eyes, and then opened them again, his insides were full of anger: "I'm not like you at all! I'll pay... all my life..."

"What's going on?" Ta Xianjun was puzzled this time.

He felt that he had never pity Chu Wanning, so he couldn't imagine the love and restraint of Mo Ran on the bed.

After a while, he suddenly realized from the angry and embarrassed eyes of the other party, but after the sudden realization, he was more stunned.

"You are joking?"

"..."

"Haven't you been with him..."

The ink-burning silver teeth gnawed into pieces, and the ghostly red light almost materialized, tearing up the entire Dragon Soul Hall.

Ta Xianjun suddenly laughed: "Master Mo, at this moment I suddenly feel that you and I have nothing to do with each other. Are you still me? Huh?"

Of the two of them, one is like a mad dog, while the other is like a loyal dog.

Crazy grinning and laughing loudly.

The loyal one was silent and shy, and confronted him stubbornly and resolutely.

It's just that when he faced the monstrous mistakes he had made, the bewildered expression on Zhonggou's face was actually really, extremely pitiful, and extremely helpless.

Under the confrontation and fighting, the outcome is really indistinguishable.

Stepping Xianjun gradually became a little tired.

He suddenly said: "Okay, enough playing with you. Master Mo, let's see the real chapter."

As he said, with a wave of his hand, those Zhenlong chess pieces who had obeyed his order and stood still on the edge rushed up one after another.

"This is your true chapter?"

Ta Xianjun withdrew from the fierce battle circle, walked towards Chu Wanning at a leisurely pace, and turned back with a sneer while walking: "The chess pieces made by this seat are naturally the combat power of this seat, so it is not a real chapter."

Mo Ran looked at him and couldn't return, took the blood-stained blade and patted Chu Wanning's cheek lightly, then raised his hand and grabbed Chu Wanning's face fiercely, talking to each other sweetly.

He couldn't bear it anymore. In his anger, he forgot that there seemed to be some kind of connection between Chu Wanning and Bugui. He shouted: "Bugui!!"

The Mo knife flashed, and it really shook in the palm of Ta Xianjun.It seems to be hesitating and struggling.

It doesn't know whom to listen to.

Ta Xianjun raised his eyebrows slightly, looked down at his knife: "Oh? Do you want to listen to him?"

However, with this sound, Chu Wanning suddenly suffered from intracranial pain.

Those dreams I had, those messy fragments, rolled into my mind like sand and stones.

Scarlet tents, pungent animal skins.

Limbs entangled.

The foreign minister of the main hall could not kneel down, and the arrogance of the palace maid laughed.

Ta Xianjun noticed his strangeness, raised his hand to undo his silencing spell, and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Chu Wanning didn't answer, he was already in pain, and his whole head seemed to be split——

He saw the ashes of bones that covered the sky, the crab-blue sky was filled with dead ashes, and a man in black with long sleeves stood between the sky and the earth, with corpses strewn all over the field, and the living beings were charred.

"Master." The man turned his head, it was Mo Ran's face, grinning evilly.

He was holding something bright red in a greasy hand.

Looking closely, it was a beating heart that was still beating.

"You're finally here, are you here to stop me?"

With a little effort in his hand, the heart burst open in his hand, revealing the crystal-clear spiritual core inside, and Mo Ran absorbed the spiritual core into his palm.

He walked towards him, approaching step by step.

"Unexpectedly, you and I have been mentoring for half our lives. In the end, we still can't escape this duel."

"!"

Chu Wanning slammed his eyes shut, the veins on his forehead twitched, and the blood flowed wildly.

Ta Xianjun felt that his expression was wrong, raised his fingertips, touched his cheek, and then lifted his chin: "What's wrong? It hurts?"

"..." Chu Wanning shivered slightly under his fingertips.

Ta Xianjun became more and more misunderstood, frowned and said: "It didn't hurt you much, why did you become so careless?"

Seeing that Chu Wanning still didn't speak, he frowned, as if he wanted to say something more, but before he could speak, he heard a heavy cracking sound outside.

Ta Xianjun's face changed slightly: "Someone forcibly broke the Jiaoshan enchantment?"

His eyes were like lightning, and he turned his head suddenly.

But seeing an apricot-yellow shadow flying towards him, the momentum was astonishingly fast, and the path was treacherous and gloomy, erratic like a ghost.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Wanning was already in the palm of that person.

The ink burned: "Master!"

Stepping Xianjun said: "Wan Ning!"

"..."

The two men who shouted at the same time glanced at each other, and there was disgust in each other's eyes, but soon, Mo Ran and Ta Xianjun turned their heads again, staring at the uninvited guest who was floating in the air and the cassock was flying.

Master of guilt.

Huai Zui's face is not so good-looking. Compared with five years ago, his expression is much haggard, but the sharpness in his eyes has not diminished by half, still like the river and the sea, with ripples and waves.

Mo Ran's heart was relieved, he didn't know why Huai Gui suddenly appeared here, but since this person is willing to use the technique of rebirth to treat Chu Wanning, it will not be detrimental to the master.

But Ta Xianjun had never seen him before, so his expression looked very dangerous: "What a little bald donkey, where did he get out of it? I also want to be an enemy of this seat."

Gui Gui glanced at him, and his eyes fell on Mo Ran again.

He didn't seem to be too surprised by the simultaneous appearance of the two ink rains. On his face, at this moment, there was more of a look of worry than shock.

"Master Mo." With a wave of the sinful robe sleeve, there are too many people here. In order not to let Ta Xianjun hear it, he passed this sentence to Mo Ran's ear with the sound transmission formula, "I can't stay here for a long time. , come quickly to Dragon Blood Mountain to see me."

He paused and added three words: "It must be fast."

After all, it is just like when it came, and it goes like a gust of wind, disappearing in an instant.Whether it's these precious chess pieces or Jiaoshan's enchantment, it seems that they can't stop him.

Even for a moment, Mo Ran saw that a monk had already grabbed his arm, but the next moment, the guilty figure was far outside the gate of the temple, and the monk had nothing in his hand, only a mass of cold Air.

Stepping Xianjun wanted to rush out to catch up, but unexpectedly there was a sharp whistle in the sky at this time, his face froze, and he cursed secretly: "At this time?"

The whistle sounded sharp and piercing, his eyebrows frowned, and Mo Ran glanced at him. Although he was unwilling, his fingers were still in the air: "It's your fate, next time there will be a chance for you and me to fight."

After finishing speaking, he led the billowing chess pieces and quickly retreated towards the summoning platform.

This fierce battle came fiercely, and went quickly.

For a time, the sin disappeared, and Ta Xianjun also disappeared, and there was no one left in the Dragon Soul Palace. Mo Ran chased out of the summoning platform, but saw Ta Xianjun leaping up, towards the dark The center of the formation was swept away, followed by those Zhenlong chess pieces, one after another, they were swallowed up by the boundless darkness in an instant.

And after the last wave of monks entered, the formation shrank and dissipated immediately, and dissipated into the night sky, leaving only the Emei moon in the sky, glowing with traces of scarlet.

The gate of life and death in time and space is closed.

Mo Ran stood on the summoning platform where the wind was blowing. He looked at the boundless night and the mess all over the place, and felt chills, unable to recover for a long time.All this is like a dream, but he knows it's not, he clearly understands in his heart that everything today is just the beginning.

He... is a ghost born from the dead.

Some things are just sooner or later, and there is no escape.

The heinous crimes he once committed were like a sharp sword hanging above his head.

Finally questioned him and demanded his life.

He seemed to see Ta Xianjun's ferocious eyes that seemed to be glowing red, and said with a grin: "Atonement? How to atone? You are the same as me. You, never think about washing the blood on your body."

He saw Xue Meng from the previous life yelling at him heart-piercingly: "Mo Weiyu! I wish I could cut you into pieces! I will never forgive you in reincarnation!"

He heard the terrifying sound of Song Qiutong falling into the boiling oil and screamed for a moment. He heard Ye Wangxi say that Ningwu, the seventy cities of Huanghuang Confucianism School, was a man. He saw Xu Shuanglin standing in front of Ye Wangxi with only a smile Determination and anxiety——

"Father!"

The sound pierces the ear like a sharp cone.

Bleeding.

In the end, he saw a figure of a person in the swaying light and shadow, in the stinky past, in yesterday's nightmare.

Clean and peaceful.

Standing under the crabapple tree, and then turned his head, he smiled slightly amidst the sky and clouds.

"Ink burning."

"..."

"It's me who treats you poorly, and I will never complain."

He suddenly knelt down. He, who had gone through the whole night of bloody battle, was now in a state of disheveled clothes and blood. Under the reflection of the blue sky and bright moon, he was stunned for a while, and then he curled up like an ant, and his whole body was in a state of panic. He hunched over on the ground, whimpering and trembling.

"Master... Master..."

He wailed, he choked up: "It's not like this...that's not me...please...please...that's not me..."

"I want to turn back, I want to start over, I can pay any price, please..."

"I can take out my heart, as long as you don't let me die in the name of Ta Xianjun."

"I really... really don't want to be that person anymore... please..."

He thought of Xue Meng and Shi Mo.

He thought of the bunch of candied haws that Xue Meng handed over when he was a child, and told him proudly whether he liked it or not.

He thought of Xue Meng holding his clothes in tears before leaving, and told him, brother, don't lie to me.

He thought of when Shi Mei came to see him with a steaming hand when he was young, and told him, Ah Ran, I don't have parents either, so we will be a family from now on, okay?

He thought of the ignorant eyes of the master on the soul-calling stage, and blood and tears flowed down. He said, in fact, you have never understood me.

Then he thought of Xue Zhengyong and Mrs. Wang.

Thinking of how they died in the previous life, thinking of Xue Meng's face immersed in blood and deep feud.

He thought of Chu Wanning.

He suddenly choked up.

His fingers gripped the ground tightly, so hard that his knuckles were worn out and his skin was ripped apart.

"What to do... what to do..."

He was like a trapped animal that had been whipped until its skin was torn apart, its muscles and bones blurred, howling in despair and mourning.

At this time, he suddenly understood that he thought that Ta Xianjun was an extra person in this world of mortals, so what about him?Why not.He suddenly doesn't know how big the world is, where is peace, and he suddenly doesn't know that old friends are still there, and who can forgive him.

He is extra.

He curled up, he trembled.

He wailed, and he hugged himself tightly.

It's like being in a mass burial place many years ago, next to my mother's rotting bones.

He was crying, not knowing where to stop, not knowing where is his home.

At this moment, he was even more miserable than when he was a child——

He was suddenly not so sure, who is he, Mo Weiyu?

Stepping on the Immortal Emperor, Master Mo.

The bloodline of the seventh generation of the Nangong family is the second son picked up by the summit of death and life.

The heinous devil.

A Qingzheng master who is kind to others.

All of a sudden, he became fragments, and the edges and corners of each fragment were so sharp that they could kill him thousands of times and destroy him in one fell swoop.

died.

Alive.

He is all alone.

"I'm not Ta Xianjun..." he murmured, coldly.The summoning platform was too cold, every inch of his muscles and bones were trembling, he closed his eyes, tears fell down his cheeks, he sobbed, "I'm not Ta Xianjun...what should I do...I really don't know what to do... ...forgive me...forgive me..."

But who should I beg for mercy?Chu Wanning?My previous self?Died by countless evil spirits under his command?Or to the fate of the turbulent.

No one can give him forgiveness, no one can give it.

He buried his face in his palms, and finally choked up in this empty world:

"What on earth can I... what else can I do..."