The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chu Wanning knew that he had no choice, so he finally put on a thick fox fur cloak, held up an oiled paper umbrella, and went to the Wushan Hall.

The silver and copper lamps in the hall are shining brightly, and the 99 lights are bright and dark like a galaxy, reflecting the whole Wushan Hall brilliantly.The attendants on both sides were already familiar with Master Chu's bedtime, and when they saw him coming in, they all lowered their eyes and saluted.Chu Wanning walked through the side door verandah expressionlessly, and went to the rest area of ​​the apse——in front of the carved lacquer gate, he stretched out his hand and pushed open the door.

The house is very warm, different from the cold rain outside, and there is a strong aroma of wine.Mo Ran was lying lazily on the couch, holding a small red clay pot with white jade-like fingers, drinking.

"You came."

"..."

"sit."

Chu WanNing walked to the bamboo mat farthest from him, sat down, and closed his eyes.

Mo Ran didn't force him to come closer, he was a little drunk, and his pale face was slightly red.He squinted his eyes, and there were some fragments of light flowing in the dark to purple pupils.Taking another breath, Mo Ran looked up at the top beam of the carved dragon and painted phoenix, and tapped his fingers on his knees.

He suddenly asked: "Will you still be able to copy hands?"

Chu Wanning's eyelashes moved slightly, but he finally said, "No more."

The ink burned a little bit reluctantly: "You did it. It was that year... the year he left."

"I can't do it well." Chu Wanning didn't have much expression on his face, "You're right, that's just an imitation."

Mo Ran narrowed his eyes: "Are you remembering this seat's hatred?"

"No."

"Then what if I order you to make a copy now?"

Chu Wanning didn't speak, and Mo Ran stared at him fiercely: "Ask you. If you want to make a copy now, would you still like it?"

"Even if I did it." Chu Wanning finally opened his eyes and looked at him coldly, "Can you eat?"

I didn't expect to be turned against the general, and there was a layer of blood on Mo Ran's cheeks, which seemed to be the smell of alcohol, and it seemed to be anger.In short, the emotion in his eyes suddenly became very dazed, and he lost his mind for a while before he realized it.He gritted his teeth and knocked the wine cup down in front of the desk with a violent clatter, spilling the best pear blossoms all over the floor.

The ink burned and stood up, his figure was like a mountain.He stepped over the broken pottery, strode to Chu Wanning, and grabbed the other side's skirt.

"You are good, and Song Qiutong is good too." Ta Xianjun gritted his teeth, "You all will make me unhappy."

He let go of Chu Wanning, lingering in place like a vulture, walking back and forth——

Suddenly, the footsteps stopped.

He turned his head and stared at Chu Wanning, and asked, "When did you teach me to see the letter?"

Ta Xianjun is half drunk at the moment, and he has no rationality in his speech, and he can talk about whatever he thinks.

"I don't remember anything at all."

The wrist was grabbed by a big cold hand, Mo Ransheng dragged him, and dragged him to the desk.Lay out the paper and grind it, and spread out a pile of books with a clatter.The ink burned: "Write it to me. Teach me again."

Chu Wanning was already suffering from a low-grade fever, and being forced by him like this, he became more and more suffocated under his anger, and his face flushed and he coughed.

Mo Ran stuffed the pen into his hand, and said gloomy and manic: "Write."

Impatiently urging: "Hurry up."

Chu Wanning's spiritual core had been broken in the previous master-student duel, and his health has been bad all the time. He coughed and coughed like this, and blood froth came out of his throat——

Mo Ran was stunned, staring at the dots of blood, and then slowly let go.

"It's just a letter, what's the meaning?" Finally, Chu Wanning stopped coughing, he sighed, and wiped the blood from his lips with a handkerchief.

He raised his eyes, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Mo Ran: "Every letter you used to write, you would write this beginning. But I'm afraid you haven't written for too long, so you forgot."

"I... write a letter?" The ink-burning black eyes stared at him, "Who are you writing to?" He was almost sullen: "Who am I writing to? Who else can I write to in this world? Huh Making up... making up... nonsense!"

When Mo Ran said these words, he was sleepy and frustrated, and his eyes shone with a misty luster.

It was at that time that Chu Wanning vaguely felt that something was wrong.But he didn't think much about it at that time, he only thought that Mo Ran was drunk and had a bad memory.So he just frowned and didn't answer.

In the study room of Wushan Palace, there is a letter box, and all letters from the top of death and life will be locked in a universe box for filing.The ink burned like a trapped animal in a cage for a few laps, and suddenly remembered the existence of the letter box, so he took out the dusty box and opened one after another long-standing letters.

Most of those letters were written by the disciples of the sect, and they were classified according to the elders they studied under.Most of the people who wrote the letter had died in the year of Mo Ran's betrayal.Among them, Elder Yuheng has the fewest disciples, only three, so it is very convenient to find them.Mo Ran quickly turned to a thick stack of letters.

Trembling, he took it apart.

It's because his handwriting is good, immature and crooked, but he writes very seriously.After reading one by one, each letter reads, "Seeing a letter is like meeting you, and you will feel comfortable when you spread your letter."

Every one has it.

Mo Ran's fingers were trembling, and there was a strange color in his eyes.

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"Aniang, seeing a letter is like meeting you, and you will feel comfortable when you show your letter."

"Sister Xun, it's like seeing a letter, and it's easy to spread the letter."

Those long-standing titles made people tremble and made him shudder.His pupils were long and narrow, and dark clouds were gathering on his handsome face.

Chu WanNing stood beside him, and he still didn't care at first, but later on, Mo Ran's expression made him feel strange... He couldn't help but lock his eyes on the desk, who was flipping through the old letters, and behaved A man on the verge of madness.

A small horror stretched out a sharp beak, knocking on Chu Wanning's heart.

Something is wrong.

He walked over slowly, looking at the dazed and crazy look of Mo Ran in the letter paper.

...what's wrong?

"My mother is dead..." Suddenly, Mo Ran murmured and looked up at Chu Wanning, "Why should I write to her?"

Chu WanNing watched his every move by the side, and the horror was pecking in his heart, as if some bloody darkness was about to break out of the shell.

Clouds come to the world.

It is strange to forget the greetings that have been written many times, but it is not impossible.

But I have forgotten so many letters I have written, and I have no impression at all, which is really strange.

Mo Ran is still watching one by one: "Zhan Xin Shu Yan... Zhan Xin Shu Yan..." The luster shining in those black to purple pupils is so painful and contradictory.

It does seem to be missing an important memory.

It seemed as if I could hear the sound of the hard shell about to crack.

Chu Wanning condensed his breath, and his spine was almost numb.There was no one else in the study except the two of them. In this dead silence, Chu Wanning moved his lips, and then said softly: "Don't you remember? You said that although your mother can't receive the letter, but You still want to write to her."

The ink burns and looks up.

Chu Wanning only felt that his blood was cooling down bit by bit, and his breath became ice.

"The first address you learned to write was not your own name."

The ink burned and whispered: "What is that?"

"The first address you asked me to teach you to write was A Niang."

Outside, thunder and lightning flashed, and the wind howled mournfully, like countless ghost claws slapping on the window, shaking the window paper and wooden lattices to rattle.

A bolt of lightning strikes down, illuminating the world in utter desolation.

Emperor Taxian muttered: "...you taught me?...why don't you have any impression...not at all."

The wind blew the trees down, the shadows swayed, and the mountains and courtyards were full of ghosts and ghosts.

Chu Wanning's face was pale, he stared at Mo Ran closely, his eyes were like eagles: "You, don't you remember?"

Heart beats like a drum.

There was a little silence, and the answer to him was that Mo Ran almost confusedly asked: "Remember what?"

Drums stop.

The tiny beak finally pecked through the shell, and the overwhelming terror surged towards the only sober person in the room, and the waves hit the shore!

Chu Wanning's scalp is numb—he doesn't remember?How can you not remember? !

At the beginning, Mo Ran said that he wanted to write a letter to his mother. He wrote more than [-] letters, saying that he wanted to make up [-] letters, and then burned it during the Obon Festival, and burned it with his mother in the underworld...

There are more than three hundred letters, how could they be easily forgotten!

His lips trembled slightly, and suddenly he had an extremely terrifying guess.Chu Wanning said hoarsely: "You...do you remember what you said when you saw Tianwen for the first time?"

"What did I say?" Mo Ran said, "How long has it been, how can I remember clearly."

"You said that you also want such a martial arts." Chu Wanning said, "You also want to have a heavenly question..."

The drunk man asked him, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "What do I want to ask God for? Is it murder or interrogation?"

Chu WanNing whispered: "Earthworm."

Back then, outside the red lotus waterside pavilion, the young and tender green onion held an oil-paper umbrella with a smile and said to him, "You can save earthworms."

But at this moment, Emperor Ta Xian squinted his tiger-like eyes, but he didn't understand at all: "What earthworm?"

Thunder pierced the sky outside, and purple lightning pierced through the night.

A loud rumbling sound.

Chu Wanning pursed her lips suddenly, and her brown pupils trembled slightly.

Biting chill.

That night, Mo Ran actually didn't do anything to Chu Wanning.He really drank a little too much, and then he was in a daze holding those letters.

Later, Mo Ran fell asleep in front of the desk, and when he fell asleep, he was still muttering: "What earthworm?... There is no earthworm..."

Suddenly a strong wind blew the window open, and with a bang, the mountain wind mixed with heavy rain poured in, suddenly extinguishing a few lights by the window.

The room suddenly darkened.

Chu WanNing stood beside Mo Ran, her lips and teeth were cold, and she looked down at the sleeping man.The uncertain thoughts in my mind are becoming clearer and clearer—why does Mo Ran not remember these scattered past events?Why do you selectively forget some pure past?

Is it because of being drunk?By coincidence?Or...who deliberately erased the kind thoughts in his heart.

Ta Xianjun, who was sleeping on the table, murmured softly: "Cold..."

Chu Wanning's blood was completely cold, and his whole body was numb. When Mo Ran said it was cold, he instinctively walked slowly to the window.

He raised his hand and closed the casement, blocking the wind and rain outside.

After doing this, Chu Wanning didn't leave, he put his forehead on the window with bat and deer patterns, and his knuckles were white jade.

After a while, he slowly took out a crumpled talisman from the skirt of his clothes.

Dragon Talisman.

He no longer has a spiritual core, and Mo Ran felt that he could no longer use any spells, so he didn't bother to take away those talisman papers that Chu Wanning used to have.

In fact, Mo Ran was right to do so. Chu Wanning bit his fingertips and dripped more than ten drops of blood, which almost penetrated the dragon talisman paper, and the little dragon on it floated out listlessly.

It was emitting a weak light all over, and looked up feebly: "Ah... Chu Wanning... Long time no see..."

Xiaolong was a little unsteady at all, the dragon's paw took a few steps on the paper, and then collapsed back to the paper with a thud.It was aggrieved and at a loss: "Why haven't you been looking for me for so long? Why did you only give me such a little bit of aura... Well, it's really aura... It's not even spiritual power... What's wrong with you?" ?”

"It's a long story, so I won't talk about it." Chu Wanning gently caught it and put it on the palm of his hand, "Please, do me a favor."

"There is nothing to do Zhong Wuyan, nothing to do Xia Yingchun." Xiaolong sighed, but its power is closely related to Chu Wanning, so it didn't even have much strength to complain. What do you want me to do for you this time?"

Chu Wanning took it and put it on the sideburns of the sleeping Mo Raner.

The fingers are clenched into fists, sinking into the palm.Chu Wanning's already ugly face became paler and paler: "Go try your best and see if there are any spells on him that you shouldn't have."

In fact, the brilliant and docile boy who was reluctant to kill even earthworms at the beginning turned out to be a devil in the end.

As a master, how could he not have the slightest suspicion?

He watched helplessly as his apprentice killed Xue Zhengyong, Mrs. Wang, Jiang Xi, and Ye Wangxi.

Slaughtered Confucianism.

Trampled to the bone.

He watched Mo Ran kill, watched Mo Ran with bloody hands, hot blood splashed on his face and body, standing in the pile of dead people and looking back at himself with a grin.

When he was heartbroken, why didn't he feel weird?

Mo Ran was not such a person.

But when the little paper dragon tried his best to smear a spell shape on the paper for Chu Wanning, even though he was prepared, Chu Wanning was still stunned.

Love formula.

There is actually a love formula on Mo Ran? ! !

After Xiaolong finished drawing the talisman, he lost his last strength. It turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared into the dragon talisman again.Chu Wanning was obsessed with the thin paper, as if there was a rock cracking in his skull, destroying it.

But after trying to calm down, after watching it many times, Chu Wanning found that the image of this Zhong Qing Jue was wrong——

It turned out to be upside down.