The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

The two of them were chatting about something interesting, and there were easy and bright smiles on each other's faces. Xue Meng even raised his hand and dropped a small flower with light yellow and white petals between Shi Mo's hair, which was picked off by Shi Mo, who couldn't help but laugh. Just laughed out loud.

"Ah, Master?"

It was too late to dodge, Xue Meng glanced at him from the corner of his head when he turned his head, he was stunned for a moment, and then said happily: "It's rare to see Master at such a late hour." As he spoke, he stepped forward.

Shi Mei also followed with a smile, and said softly and courteously: "Greetings to Master."

Chu Wanning couldn't say anything for a while. He wanted to calmly agree, but before he spoke, his eyes were red. Fortunately, the night was very deep and there was enough darkness to cover him.

Xue Meng was quite curious like a cat: "Where is Master going?"

"Follow..." His voice came out, but it was unbelievably hoarse. He hurriedly stopped, coughed, and said after a while, "Walk casually."

After a while, I couldn't help asking one more question.

"what about you?"

"Shi Mei and I just came back from Wuchang Town. We bought a lot of delicious food." When Xue Meng mentioned this, he seemed very happy, "There is a temple fair today, and it is very lively."

For Chu Wanning in this era, this conversation should stop here.

Chu Wanning would not have too much interest in understanding what these young people were doing, what food they bought, and why they were so happy.

At that time, he was indifferent, he was distant from everyone, and he didn't like to take a look at other people's private affairs.

But today's Chu Wanning feels that whether it is Xue Meng or Shi Mo, every word, every expression, and even every ray of light and shadow in their eyes are precious.

He wanted to look at it a few more times and listen to a few more words.

This is something he can no longer get in his own world of mortals.

So he asked, "What did you buy?"

"Master, do you want to see it?" Xue Meng happily turned over his Qiankun bag, offering treasures, "Fruit skin, pine nut cake, sweet-scented osmanthus..."

Counting babblingly, suddenly holding a handful of sweet-scented osmanthus sugar, all of them were given to Chu Wanning.

"I bought too much, and I will give these to Master."

Shi Mei also rummaged through his bag, but he didn't seem to buy a few things, turned around, couldn't find anything to get out of it, and his ears were a little red.

"..."

Chu Wanning said: "Don't give it to me anymore." He picked two or three candies and returned the rest to Xue Meng.Under the moonlight, his eyes were almost moist and gentle.

"Enough is enough."

He knew that the door of life and death of time and space would be closed at any time, and he had already overdrawn the power of Jiu Ge, so it would not be easy to open it again.What's more, there is only one night of light over there, and it is too late to go back, for fear of being noticed by Stepping Xianjun.

Suppressing his emotions, he asked, "Where is the ink burning? Didn't you stay with you?"

The two looked at each other, Xue Meng said: "I didn't see him after lunch."

The junior sister also said: "He hasn't been with us much these days, probably because he has some things to do."

Chu Wanning went to the disciple's room, but there was no one in the room, and he went to the temple fair to find it, but he couldn't see it.Seeing the time and space wasted, not only became more and more anxious.

Frowning and thinking for a long time, he suddenly remembered something.

He thought about it.

Is the ink burning supposed to go...

After thinking about it halfway, he didn't think about it anymore. This thought that came up like a flame made him not very comfortable. His face slowly sank, and his knuckles couldn't help but pinch.

-

He remembered a place where Mo Ran went astray when he first went astray.

Half an hour later, Chu Wanning stood outside a red and purple carved lacquered wooden building with a red plaque hanging from the building, and wrote the four characters Xiantaohuijun.

This is the well-known Liyuan Xiantao Building nearby. The night is already deep, but the brilliant splendor of the flower building has just begun.Passengers poured in from left and right, most of them were greasy-looking men and smeared young students, while Chu Wanning's face was cold, his back was straight, and he looked out of place in the crowd.

"Guest officer, please come inside."

"Go around and have a look. Today there is a famous actor playing a play, and a famous actress from Xiangtan. The song is not inferior to that of Xun Fengwei, and the dance is not inferior to Duan Yihan in the past. Eighty characters per game, ten characters in the front row—— "

At the door, the young servant was yelling at the top of his voice, and a young master who was waving a literati fan happened to pass by beside him, mockingly said: "It's really shameless, what a famous person, you dare to challenge Duan Xun and the two music celestial beings back then."

"That's right, there is still a face in eighty characters and the same reputation as Xun Fengruo, and Xun Fengruo's eight hundred gold is not enough for one play."

"This poor theater is scamming money again!" A watchman passed by, scratching his armpit and giggling.

Chu WanNing couldn't understand, and even had a headache.He simply raised his hand to lift the curtain and entered the building.There are high knots of silk lamps, and there is a lot of noise.Some people are listening to an opera, some are drinking drunk, and some are ups and downs in the charm and gentleness painted by rouge and oil paint.

The actor's golden voice vibrates, and the young man's jade muscles give birth to spring.

On the stage on the first floor, the imperial concubine was drunk and surrounded by flowers.The actor's gestures were soft and mournful, and even the audience below him expressed endless sighs and moved.

"well!"

"One more time!!"

Chu Wanning was frowned by the pungent powder and fragrance, and his face was gloomy.The phoenix's eyes swept over and lingered around, but there was no figure of the young man.

He thought, maybe he guessed the wrong place again?

At this moment, the bustard who was so busy that she couldn't get away noticed him, and like a colorful butterfly, she walked towards him lightly, opened her mouth with vermilion danxia, ​​smiled and beckoned:

"Young master, please take a seat to listen to the play, and look in the room for pleasure."

Chu WanNing glanced at her: "Looking for someone."

"Looking..." Bustard froze, her smile fell, and her eyes turned cold, "You can find someone yourself."

Chu Wanning sighed, and took off the ring around his waist. It was a beautiful jade gifted to him by Emperor Taxian, and it was warm with the touch.He handed the jade to bustard, and repeated: "Looking for someone."

The bustard took it, looked left and right, there was a lot of light, it made her eyes bright.

She coughed lightly and put the jade away, and smiled again, more plump and plump than before: "Who do you want, my lord?"

"A young man who looks fifteen or sixteen years old." Chu Wanning said, "surnamed Mo."

On the third floor, Feirong Pavilion has gorgeous carpets and graceful carvings.It's no wonder that many people are willing to get drunk here all night long. As long as the money is thrown, the actress and beauty will fabricate a dream like poppies, and many heroes will be transformed into bones.If the long night can pass away like this, and be sent away gently, who is willing to face the scars of life and the pain of reality?

"This is the room." The bustard raised her long and narrow fingers dyed with cardamom, and turned over the wooden signboard with the word "Rong Jiu" carved on the door.

She raised her eyes, Linglong thought, looked at Chu Wanning thoughtfully, and said: "The young master is not busy, wait for the servant to call Jiuer out, and then ask the young master to go to the house to talk with friends."

"..."

Even the bustard could see that he cared about him.

Chu Wanning closed his eyes: "Trouble you."

She went in, and there seemed to be someone talking in the room, broken and indistinct.

After a while, she came out again, followed by a little waiter, Chu WanNing glanced at it, and the young man named Rong Jiu still had blushing cheeks, and he looked quite familiar from the side, as if he looked like someone.Rong Jiu saluted him in a low voice, then left with the bustard.Chu Wanning pushed the door and entered, and what caught the eye was a red, purple and purple color, which made people's scalp numb.There was no incense in the room, but it smelled of wine.Mo Ran supported his cheeks, lying on his side on the bed, his slender fingers were still playing with the red tassels tied on the small clay pot.The bed was also red and messy.It's best not to think about what happened to it.

He walked over, like frost and snow, standing in this piece of spring love that was incompatible with him.

"Hmm... Master is here?"

"..."

"Sit down and have a glass of wine? Lihuabai, good wine. I'm sure you haven't tasted it."

Chu Wanning said: "You are drunk."

Mo Ran smiled and saw the man in white walking to his bed.He was indeed drunk, and suddenly stretched out his hand, boldly, to grab Chu Wanning's girdle.

"It's okay to be drunk. If you're drunk, you don't fear the heavens and the earth. Come, come, come, the night is long, it's better to make a fool of yourself."

Chu Wanning didn't say anything more, but lifted the young Mo Ran from the bed that was as red as the sea of ​​desire, and the veins on his hands were slightly protruding.He is a man with the demeanor of a master, and he is still dignified and solemn at this time, but the trembling of his fingertips betrays his heart.

He closed his eyes and said softly: "Ink burns."

The drunken boy let out a "huh", still not knowing why, and even smiled heartlessly.

Chu Wanning said hoarsely: "I'm late."

He pressed his forehead against it, moved his fingertips lightly, and felt extremely painful for a moment——

In this kind of pain of tearing flesh and blood, a handful of martial arts appeared in the world, with crabapple flowers and trees, the tail was rolled up, and the seven strings were shining.What a Shenmu guqin.

Chu Wanning gritted his back molars and asked Shenwu to temporarily transfer his strong spiritual power to him. This kind of spiritual power is a joke against Emperor Taxian, but it is enough for him to cast many spells.

He pressed the ink-burning forehead to himself and closed his eyes.

Then he felt... Mo Ran's body does have the breath of the flower of eight bitterness and long hate. It seems to see a black double flower in front of him, which is taking root in the heart, and the roots are buried deep along the veins.

This is the flower of eternal hatred.

is the source of all evil.

Chu Wanning took a deep breath, recited the mantra silently according to the records of ancient books, and then said word by word, almost shouting with all his strength:

"Soul break!"

Chu Wanning suddenly opened his eyes, and a cold light suddenly appeared in his pupils.

The Everlasting Hate Flower can only be suppressed by the power of the soul. As the book said, he cut off half of his soul and passed it from the foreheads of the two to Mo Ran.

A sudden gust of wind blew up all around, and Jiuge made the sound of a phoenix.

The aura is blazing.

Ink burning... Ink burning...

It was Master who failed to protect you in the past.

Now, I'm here to save you.

I cross you.

The torn soul turned into wisps of white dust and smoke, flowing continuously.

Mo Ran is absent-minded, and Chu WanNing is extremely painful.

The credits continue.

I cross you...

The last ray of strong light disappeared, and the two suddenly lost their strength.Chu Wanning let go of his hand, and Mo Ran fell heavily back into the mattress.

Jiuge also disappeared, hiding in Chu Wanning's flesh and blood.Having lost half of his earthly soul suddenly, it is extremely difficult for him to maintain the stability of Shenwu.

Chu WanNing sat by the couch, slowly closed his eyes, his face was so pale that even his lips were bloodless.But his heart is relieved and relaxed.

He finally took the first step to change his horoscope.

Use the power of the soul to interfere with the flower of eight bitterness and eternal hatred that has not yet been deeply penetrated, so as not to let Mo Ran lose his heart again.

Back in time.He finally protected him.

Chu Wanning can't stay for a long time. The first thing he has to do is to prevent Mo Ran from being swallowed by the Flower of Everlasting Hate. This has been done, and then he has to do the second thing.

He didn't know how capable the person behind the scenes was. Although that person couldn't tear the space-time rift, it was always right to be cautious.

——He wants to ensure that once the disaster strikes again, he can restore the memory of his previous life and fight against it in time.

So the second thing is to find who I was back then.

All the screaming curses of the red lotus water pavilion were useless to him, and he came inside easily.He stood in front of the half-open window, looking at the man in white who was already asleep on the table.

Ye Youshen is half done and is still painting.

... If only the troubles in the world were dealing with these little devils.

Chu Wanning put the half of the earth soul that he had torn into the body of the world of mortals.

Originally, this soul belonged to him, so the sleeping person would not have the slightest discomfort. He watched the white and translucent light drifting past, casting a gentle radiance around "himself".Slowly, the brilliance went out, and a wind blew over, blowing the blueprints on the hand of "Chu Wanning" to the ground.

"If there is another catastrophe, Mo Ran should not be your enemy anymore." He stood by the window and said softly to the people inside, "Now my spirit core is broken and my soul is separated. I can only do this One step, cannot change our era, but you can still."

The people in the house did not wake up.

"I divided the earth soul, the weakest of the three souls, into two halves, and gave half to you and half to Mo Ran. If your life goes well, the two halves of the soul will not have much influence on you. But if the eight suffer If hatred continues to intrude, or there is chaos in the world, then I will try to make this strand of soul blend together again."

If he didn't predict wrongly, the moment the souls overlap, the eight bitter and long-lasting hatreds in Mo Ran's body will be completely destroyed and removed.And he will restore the memory of his previous life after the earth and soul merge into one.

Chu Wanning said: "Don't blame me for sharing these things with you. If possible, I hope you don't have to think about it again, but..."

He didn't say any more, just sighed in a low voice.

Then he went to the third thing.

This matter is the last barrier - he went to find Guigui.He gave Huai Zui an incense burner that he had already started refining.

In that censer, he applied the art of combining souls.This secret technique will absorb the deepest memory in his subconscious to stimulate the two halves of the torn soul to merge again.

Chu Wanning is not very clear about what his deepest memory is.He felt there were too many.Maybe it was a big battle when the master and apprentice broke up, maybe it was the experience of being made into a blood drip after being defeated by Mo Ran, or maybe it was the pain of being humiliated under Mo Ran for the first time.Too much.Sometimes people don't even see themselves clearly.

He told Guigui to seal up the incense burner in the cave of Dragon Blood Mountain.If you see any difference in the world of mortals, you must bring yourself and Mo Ran to this place together.

After doing all this, Chu WanNing's time has come.Time and space have the power of self-healing, if there is no destructive tear, the gap will be closed.

In fact, he really wanted to stay here, in this clean and peaceful world where nothing had happened yet.

But Chu Wanning knows that he does not belong here, and he will not do things that violate the morality of forbidden techniques for his own selfishness and greed for warmth.

he left.

Liu Jiangshan's good dream left behind, and did not look back.

"Master Chu."

Returning to his own era, Chu Wanning had just come out of the crack in the back mountain, covering up the traces of spiritual power, and saw a man in red clothes walking on the bluestone path.It was the old slave Liu Gong who served Mo Ran personally.

"Where did the master go? Teach Your Majesty how to find it."

Chu WanNing asked: "What about others?"

"In the red lotus pavilion."

When looking for the past, Mo Ran was sitting under the wisteria flower stand with his eyes closed, and when he saw him push the door in, he slowly raised his face.He waved slightly at him.

"come over."

Chu Wanning pursed her lips, her expression indifferent as usual: "Is the song unsatisfactory? We left so early."

"There is nothing wrong with it." Mo Ran said, "Listening to it, there are only a few tones. Tired."

The sleeves of the robe were stretched out, and Chu Wanning raised his hand and pulled him into his arms. Mo Ran didn't ask him where he went.After all, Chu Wanning has always been unruly, and it would be strange if he stayed in the water pavilion and did not move around.

He forced Chu Wanning to sit on his own lap, kissed the cheek of the man in his arms, and then buried it in the man's neck.

"I just had a dream." "Huh?"

"...In the dream, it was you who taught me how to write."

Chu Wanning was stunned, and his heartbeat suddenly stalled.But at this moment, Ta Xianjun was addicted to self-reminiscence, and he couldn't extricate himself, so he didn't notice his strangeness, and just continued to talk, with a light tone, but with some plain sadness that he didn't even notice.

"One word, I didn't write it four or five times. You were very angry, but you didn't give up on me." Mo Ran said, "Later you held my hand, and flowers came in from the window, and I saw..."

He was so indulged in that big dream that he didn't even call himself the seat anymore.

The ink burned for a while, and his expression was actually green for a moment.

"I saw what was written on the paper, seeing a letter is like meeting you, and you can feel comfortable when you spread your letter."

When he said this, he suddenly grinned.It's hard to say whether the smile was comforting or hideous.

"This kind of thing can only be seen in dreams."

He raised his head and met Chu Wanning's eyes full of thoughts, and gradually, he regained the coldness that belonged to Ta Xianjun: "Do you know why I suddenly want to see you?"

"..."

Stretch out your hand and touch Chu Wanning's slightly cool cheek.

"In that dream, you looked very good." Ta Xianjun said lightly, "It's so good that I can't even forget it. So I want to see the real you."

Chu Wanning lowered his eyes.

"I'm afraid I don't hate you, I want to hate you." Mo Ran said, "Otherwise I..."

Suddenly speechless, otherwise what?

Otherwise, I will no longer be able to forgive myself, or I will not know how to move forward, or I will not know how to continue this broken life.

I must hate you, I haven't changed, I haven't hated wrong.

"Wan Ning." He finally closed his eyes and sighed, "After all, only you and I are left in this world."

For a moment, his heart was twisted like a knife, and Chu Wanning was about to speak, when he suddenly felt that he had stepped on the ground from the edge of the cliff, stumbled and fell, and suddenly woke up from the dream!

Chu Wanning suddenly opened his eyes, and it was pitch black that hit his pupils. He could hear his heart beating like a drum, sweating coldly, and the gloomy and cold face of Emperor Taxian seemed to be still in front of him.

He was trembling all over, panting slightly, the influx of past life memories made the hairs on his back stand on end, and made him tremble, but these memories didn't stop, and they continued to kill him frantically.

Adam's apple is throbbing, where is he...?

where is he……

Why can't I see it?Why is everything in front of me black?

The consciousness was confused, and after coming for a while, Chu Wanning finally vaguely remembered the matter of Dragon Blood Mountain.

He slowly returned to his senses, muttering: "Ink burning..."

And at this moment, the cheek was suddenly touched by a warm and soft palm.

The hand took his chin, stretched out its thumb, and rubbed against his lips.Chu Wanning heard a voice that had obviously applied a voice-changing technique, and smiled at him gently.

"After waiting for you for a long time, you finally woke up."