The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

After coming out of Jiaoshan, Mo Ran was like a clay sculpture and wood carving, his eyes were slightly straightened, and he walked forward in silence.

Standing in front of a fork in the road, he was in a daze.

The war is over, the sun is rising in the east at this time, and the morning glow has washed away the brilliance of the night, only the dewdrops and the smell of green grass still remain in the forest, like a greasy powder, floating and sinking in the morning light.

He turned his head and looked at the majestic and towering peaks.Then look at the road ahead.Going straight is Linling Island, where Xue Meng and his uncle are waiting for him, waiting for an explanation and an answer.But he can't go there, he's going to Dragon Blood Mountain.

Mo Ran vaguely understood in his heart that the sinful master knew far more than he imagined, otherwise he would not have remained so calm when he saw Emperor Taxian.Perhaps because of this, he became more and more at a loss, not knowing what was waiting for him ahead.

In fact, his mind was in a mess at the moment, and he didn't have any more mood to think. In the end, he was only numb and clear——

He must go because Master is there.

Dragon Blood Mountain is located near Wubei Temple. In the early years, monks occasionally went up to the mountain to meditate, meditate, and gain enlightenment. , Once you go in, you can't get out, so gradually, it becomes a barren mountain.

The ink burned the sword and traveled all day, and finally came to the foot of the Dragon Blood Mountain at sunset.He didn't eat or drink all day, and he was very tired, so when he saw a stream of clear spring flowing from the cypress trees, he walked over, scooped up a handful of water, and washed his face.

What got washed off was first the mud, then the melted blood, and finally his face was revealed, reflected in the sparkling water.

It wasn't an ugly face, but Mo Ran stared at it for a while, feeling unspeakable disgust and disgust. He slammed through the water, shattered the reflection, and then closed his eyes, almost painfully He buried his face in his palms and rubbed them.

Is there any perfect method in this world that can completely separate a person's past from the present?Is there any sharp weapon that can pluck out the rancid memory from my mind.

Is there anyone who can save him, tell him, you are not Ta Xianjun, you are just Mo Ran, you are just Mo Weiyu.

But when he opened his eyes, the water was calm again, and the man inside was still staring at him with resentment and despair.

He knew he had no way out.

Get up and go up the hill.

When I was halfway up the mountain, there was a sudden fog. There was no sign of thick fog, and I couldn't see my fingers.

Mo Ran thought it was sneaky at first, but under the perception, there was no evil spirit.

It was not too early at this time, the sound of cuckoos crying blood occasionally came from the forest, the surroundings were getting colder, the sun was disappearing little by little, and the surrounding fields were darkened.

"Grandmaster?"

His voice was slightly hoarse, and while rubbing, he walked forward.

"Master of guilt?"

No one answered him.

But strangely, he climbed all the way, walking almost blindly, but he was not blocked by anything. The road was so smooth that it was creepy, as if someone had already set up a situation in the depths of the fog, waiting for him to go to the meeting alone , throw yourself into the trap.

"anyone there?"

The fog gradually dissipated.

The scenery in front of him became clearer and clearer, with the dense mist falling, mountains, rocks, vines and trees all appeared in front of him.

He found that he had come to a flat and open place unknowingly. When he turned his head, the way he came was still covered by fog, but this was the only place where the grass and trees were lush and the moon was sparse.

He stepped on the dew-covered grass, all the way forward, and then he heard the back of a person.

The ink burned for a moment, then ran forward in panic, and hurriedly called: "Master?!"

Chu Wanning turned his back to him, and was kneeling beside a cave covered by wisteria. In front of him, Master Huaizui sat cross-legged and drooping, with a stunned expression and silence.

"Master! You—"

Sudden aphasia, because he saw Chu Wanning turned his head back, his eyelashes were wet, and his face was tear-stained.

Mo Ran stunned: "What's wrong with you?"

Chu Wanning didn't speak, he has been suppressing himself, since a long time ago, he has been high and majestic.It seems that when he was born, he was an elder, a fairy, and there was no time for youth and weakness.

"Ink burning..."

But this time, he exhausted all his strength, but only opened his mouth to say two words, the choked sobs could no longer be suppressed, and overflowed from his lips.

Mo Ran murmured forward, walked to him, knelt down, and hugged him tightly: "...what's wrong? Why are you crying?"

As he spoke, he lowered his head and stroked Chu Wanning's hair.Chu WanNing's body is very cold, but at the moment he found him, he can still hold him in his arms, but Mo Ran feels his heart is very hot.

Every moment of his stability is stolen, and every word he said to Chu Wanning has become the wrong charity of God. If he can get a little more, he regards it as a treasure and dare not take it lightly.

"Okay, okay." Obviously he was so helpless, but he hugged Chu Wanning in his broad and warm chest, comforting, "It's okay, I'm here, I'm here .”

Mo Ran said, kissing Chu Wanning's forehead.At this moment, he suddenly found that he was restraining in his arms, but still trembling and crying, and Chu Wanning, who was holding his clothes tightly with his fingers, was like the little junior in Taohuayuan who would never appear again.

No one is born strong, Chu Wanning should also have a young appearance.

Mo Ran's heart trembled, and he vaguely understood something. He hugged the slightly trembling Chu Wanning, kissed him, stroked his hair, and looked at the master of guilt.

The old monk was sitting on a huge cold rock, his brows were wrinkled, his eyelashes drooped, his eyes were half-closed, with no expression in them, he was holding a crabapple flower in his hand, leaning forward slightly, as if he wanted to give it away. who.But that person must have rejected his kindness, the flowers have already withered, only a few sporadic flowers have not fallen from the branches.

The guilt passed away.

This person who hides many myths and many mysteries did not show any relief until the last moment.

His expression was pained.

What is even more uncomfortable is that after his death, his face no longer retains the youthful appearance of his thirties, he has completely become an old monk with spiny skin, and for some reason, his face is being erased at a speed visible to the naked eye. A golden bug nibbles away.

"This bug..."

"It's a righteous insect." Chu Wanning finally spoke, but his voice was terribly hoarse, "Some people who hate their own appearance will make a blood contract with this kind of insect. The righteous insect can change the appearance of the host. In return, to On the day the host dies, the prosthetic worms will devour the host's whole body."

Listening to him trying to maintain a steady tone, speaking slowly, Mo Ran couldn't help but hug him tighter.The person in his arms may have knelt here for a long time, his hands and feet were cold.

From the previous life to this life, Chu Wanning has always been his lighthouse, his flame, dispelling his dark night and giving him the warmth within his power.

But Mo Ran hugged him at the moment, and only felt that the person in his arms was made of ice.

Really cold.

His heart hurts.

"I'm here, I'm here."

"He asked me to come to Dragon Blood Mountain a long time ago." Chu Wanning looked extremely tired, as if someone had taken all his warm blood and poured it into boundless pain and suffering.

"He knew that I didn't want to talk to him face to face, and he didn't want to listen to any explanations from him, so he once left me a letter with the most earnest words in the letter, but I was still self-willed, and I refused to believe him...I suspected him .”

Mo Ran touched his cheek, he had never seen such a Chu Wanning.

In addition, there were none in the previous life.

This can't help but make him panic, he asked: "What happened?"

But Chu Wanning just answered emptyly: "I suspect him..."

This person who had always been calm and rational was finally shattered.

He was like a horn bow, the string was stretched to the extreme and suddenly broke.He trembled in Mo Ran's arms, trembling constantly, so desperate, so pitiful.

Chu Wanning crouched and curled up. Once a person who has been stretched for half a lifetime collapses, the grief that is still accumulated is enough to break the embankment: "I should have come here a long time ago... If I listened to him, many things would not happen, Nangong It won't die, the teacher will not be blind, it was all in time... it was all in time."

"Master."

"If I'd listened to that letter, it wouldn't have been like this..."

It took Mo Ran a long time to comfort him slightly. After a long time, Chu Wanning finally stopped crying, but his eyes were out of focus. Mo Ran pinched his fingertips, but found that he couldn't help it. The heat, just like the slight trembling, can't stop no matter what.

"Why don't I want to believe him again..."

Mo Ran listened silently.In fact, this way, because of the reason of stepping on the immortal emperor, Mo Ran actually envisioned countless scenes of meeting Chu Wanning again, and thought a lot of explanations and beggings.

But he found it was useless.

He didn't expect to see him again, it would be like this.

"He... also left a memory scroll..." Finally, Chu Wanning finally calmed down, Mo Ran touched his cheek, his cheek was cold, "...Before he left, he always hoped that If you can come, I will give it to you personally."

Hearing that it was related to himself, Mo Ran's fingertips froze.

Memory Scroll?

What will be written there?What do masters of guilt know?

Mo Ran felt that his hands were starting to get cold, his hair was standing on end, and he was so cold.

Chu Wanning said hoarsely: "But he can't wait, his life is over." After he finished speaking, it seemed that he had been touched by a certain extremely painful scar, and he frowned and said no more.

He was probably afraid that if he said one more word, he would collapse again.

Chu Wanning covered his eyelids with his arms, he calmed himself down, and slowly cleaned up his messy calm, peaceful, cold, and reliable.He picked up these pieces and slowly put them on himself.

After all, he is not used to being a weak person.

In the end, Chu Wanning raised her wet phoenix eyes, took the scroll out of her arms, and handed it to Mo Ran.

"It contains all the secrets he knows."

Mo Ran's voice trembled undetectably: "...has he seen it for you?"

"seen it already."

The ink burns and the heart trembles.

He looked at Chu Wanning's eyes, and at that moment he had a terrible thought.

He felt that Chu Wanning seemed to have everything clear.

Take the picture scroll with sapphire as the axis.

He was suddenly so uneasy, so he suddenly held Chu Wanning's fingers and rubbed them.

"Wan Ning..."

"..."

"If you were in Jiaoshan, that person... told you the truth, would you hate me?"

Chu Wanning's face was originally very pale, but at this time there was no blood, and even his lips were slightly blue.

"Would you hate me?"

Mo Ran held his hand, so powerful, stubborn, and even barbaric.But what was completely different from that strength was the pleading under his soft eyelashes.

"can you?"

Chu WanNing shook his head, did not answer, he closed his eyes, "...Look at the scroll."

The scroll left by the master of guilt is very sinister, and it is not similar to the spells in the mortal world, but it is close to the dreamland of the feathermen in the Taohuayuan.

Mo Ran took another deep look at Chu Wanning, then opened the painting scroll, and pressed the picture scroll exuding the brilliance of jade to the center of his eyebrows.

The scene of Dragon Blood Mountain disappeared, followed by a bottomless darkness. In the darkness, a guilty voice sounded, with a bit of sigh, echoing in Mo Ran's ears.

"Master Chu, Master Mo, the old monk knows that time is short, but seeing that the world is changing and a catastrophe is approaching, if you don't do everything you can, tell the two of you what you know, so as to help you return to the world, old monk In purgatory, you will feel ashamed and regretful."

The voice paused, then spoke slowly.

"In this scroll, the past events involved are all unimaginable, and there is no way to hide the old monk's past mistakes. I know that half my life has been embarrassing, and I have committed a lot of crimes in my past. Coupled with my stupidity, shallowness, and narrow-mindedness, I have spent more than 200 years of stealing my life. The days of sobriety are few and far between, and the good deeds I have done are pitifully few. I have sinned all my life, and there is no redemption. I have extravagant hopes, and I hope that after watching it, the two of you will not feel disgusted with the old monk, thinking that the old monk...is not as good as a beast."

There was a faint light in Mo Ran's eyes, and he blinked his eyes. As far as he could see, there were ruins, old trees and crows, and there were birds pecking at the eyeballs and eating their stomachs everywhere.

He was slightly stunned, inexplicably feeling that this scene was very familiar, but he couldn't remember it all at once.

Until the dust was flying at the gate of the city, a group of people came galloping, wearing forehead rings, carrying feathered arrows, and riding skinny horses.One of the young men reined in abruptly, rolled off his horse, and rushed towards a corpse at the gate of the city, shouting incessantly, "Father! Father!"

Mo Ran was taken aback, and felt a chill behind him.

This is……

Peach Blossom Spring Feathermen Fantasyland?

This is Gu Lin'an in the midst of war? !