The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

"what?!!"

The whole house changed color!

Only Mo Ran closed his eyes and closed his eyes, calm as water.

Everyone was in a mess: "What the hell is going on?"

"What was the old case in Xiangtan back then?"

"Why did he kill..."

Mu Yanli said: "It's a long story, and because of the age, many people who knew the inside story are gone. But if you want people to know unless you do nothing, Tianyin Pavilion has found some evidence after several investigations. .”

In this smoke of gunpowder intertwined with human language and horror, Mu Yanli looked back calmly: "Have you brought all the witnesses we found in Xiangtan?"

The attendant went out to take a look, and replied: "Go back to the pavilion master, I'm waiting outside the hall."

"Then get the first witness in."

The first witness entered the hall, he was an old craftsman, very old, hunched over, trembling, submissive, when he saw the palace full of immortals, his first reaction was to kneel on the ground with a plop, and kowtow repeatedly , muttering anxiously: "My thanks to all the lords of the celestial beings... My thanks to all the lords of the celestial kings..."

Mu Yanli's tone slowed down: "The old man has been exhausted by the boat and the car, and it has been a lot of hard work. You don't have to be nervous, I just ask some questions, answer one for one, and answer two for two."

The old man was trembling and couldn't get up, the monk of Wusai Temple walked over, gave him a seat, and helped him to sit on it, but he was very scared, so he only touched half a corner of his buttocks and tried his best to shrink himself to a very small size.

Mu Yan left the mouth and said: "The first two questions. Where are you from, sir? What do you do?"

The old man's teeth were chattering, and when he opened his mouth, he spoke with a thick accent: "I... I'm from Xiangtan, and I'm just pasting lanterns on the side of the street..."

Everyone looked at him very curiously, from the thin white hair to the leaky shoes.They don't know what past stories this lantern seller can reveal.

Mu Yanli asked: "Sir, how many years have you been selling lanterns?"

"For most of my life... there will always be in 50 years, I can't remember exactly..."

"It's been long enough, the thing I want to ask you is not as far away as 50 years." Mu Yanli said, and lit the ink to show him, "Do you recognize this person, sir?"

The old man raised his head and glanced at Mo Ran. Seeing that the man was tall and handsome, he was full of vigor, and he didn't dare to look at him at all, so he immediately turned his eyes away.After a long while, he hesitated and sneaked a glance at him again, then muttered, "I don't know."

Mu Yanli said: "It's not surprising if you don't recognize it, then let me ask you again, when you were selling lanterns next to the Zuiyu Building in Xiangtan, was there always a child who liked to stand by your stall and watch you make lanterns?"

"Ah..." The old man's eyes were cloudy, but he was very clear about this matter. He sighed and nodded, "Yes, there is such a child who comes to see it almost every night. He likes the lanterns I made, but he is poor. Ah, I can't afford it... I even talked to him a few times at that time, but he didn't like to say anything, he was very timid."

"Do you remember his name, sir?"

"Well, it seems to be called... Mo... Mo Ran'er?"

Just now everyone was still listening intently to the old man's words. At this time, all eyes fell on Mo Ran.

The old man sank into the memories of the past, and muttered: "I don't remember exactly whether there is such a 'son'. I only know that he is from the Zuiyu Tower..."

Xue Zhengyi interrupted with a sullen face: "Ran'er was originally the heir of the elder brother and the nanny in the building. What's the point of asking the old gentleman to testify for it?"

"Mother?" The old man was stunned for a moment, and waved his hands, "Oh, no. Although the son of the mother's surname is also Mo, his name is Mo Nian, and he was a well-known bully in the streets and alleys at that time." The old man said, He bowed his head and pointed to an old scar on his forehead.

"I was hit by him with a brick back then. That kid is fierce, wild and skinny."

Xue Zhengyi's face has changed: "Mo... read?"

Mrs. Wang anxiously said: "The old man remembered it wrong? After all, it's only a word difference. Is the mother's child called Mo Ran or Mo Nian?"

"...It's Mo Nian." The old man thought for a while, then nodded again, "I can't be wrong, how can I remember wrongly, it's Mo Nian."

Xue Zhengyi himself was leaning forward slightly, and when he heard his words, he froze for a moment, then slumped on his seat, his eyes dazed.

"Mo Nian..."

Mu Yanli continued to ask: "The kid who came to see you paste the lanterns, what does he do in Zuiyulou, do you know?"

"Well, I don't know the details. I vaguely know that it's someone who cooks in the kitchen." The old man said, "The reputation is not very good. It is said that his hands and feet are not clean and he always steals things from guests." What, his face changed, "Ah, I remembered, that child was not good, and after growing up, he became worse and worse, and later he raped a young girl, that girl couldn't bear it, and finally committed suicide."

"what?!"

If it is appalling to say that the civet cat changed the prince, it is even more outrageous that Mo Ran had defiled a girl from a good family before.

There are quite a few monks present who are parents, and they immediately burst into anger, gnashing their teeth and said: "Unexpectedly... the majestic Grandmaster Mo is such a beast in human skin!"

"too disgusting!!!"

"It's not a pity to die!"

Mo Ran didn't say a word, just looked at the old artist quietly.

In the previous life, when I was in the world of self-cultivation, Tianyin Pavilion also tried to stop it. At that time, this old man was brought here by Mu Yanli and identified him.

How did he do it?

Laugh out loud and take it easy.

He turned his head to look at Xue Zhengyi and Mrs. Wang, mockingly said with a distorted smile: "How? Do you hate me? Dislike me? Are you going to be like my good teacher again, saying that I--bad in nature, poor in quality? Difficult to figure out?"

At that time, the fact that Mo Ran stole the game of Zhenlong Chess was almost exposed, but Xue Zhengyi still chose to believe him at first.It wasn't until this time that Xue Zhengyi got up angrily. He was so angry that he was about to vomit blood, and shouted fiercely, "Naughty beast! It's a wicked beast!!"

Mo Ran listened to these two words, laughed, and laughed more and more wantonly and happily.

Smiling until the corners of his eyes were wet.

Rape a girl?

Xue Zhengyong believed.

Xue Zhengyi actually believed it.

Hahahaha——Mo Ran's smile suddenly tightened, and he simply gave up on himself, his heart broke, and his handsome face was twisted like wax.

"Yes, I did these heinous crimes, I killed your nephew, I killed that poor girl—how? Uncle wants to do justice for the heavens, and kill me to—"

Before he finished speaking, his heart ached.

Xue Zhengyi had a violent temper, and before Mo Ran finished speaking, he had already yelled and attacked, with hatred and tears in his eyes, and the tip of the fan pierced Mo Ran's chest.

The ink burned for a moment, and then a slight smile opened at the corner of his mouth.He lowered his head, watched the blood gradually smeared on his chest, and sighed:

"Uncle, I have called you uncle for so many years. But in the end, you still won't believe me. "

"shut up!!"

Mo Ran smiled, and his shoulders trembled slightly: "Forget it, after all, we don't shed the same blood after all. So, this false home, this life and death... What else is there that I can't bear to bear?" ?”

Blood spattered and splashed all over his face.

He watched Xue Zhengyi fall down in front of him, and his brain was slightly numb - he didn't want to kill him - it was his temper that rushed up to do it... he was looking for death.Mo Ran was quiet for a while, raised his blood-stained eyes, and looked at Mrs. Wang who was extremely astonished and sad. He licked the corner of his mouth, stepped over his uncle's body, and walked towards his aunt.

Xue Zhengyi hadn't died yet, he held onto the hem of his clothes tightly, refusing to let go.

This half-old man seemed very angry, and it seemed that the sadness and heartache were greater than the anger.

At that time, Mo Ran's mind was crazy, what was the meaning of his uncle's eyes, and what was the purpose of the tears in his eyes, he didn't understand, and he didn't want to understand.

Mo Ran heard Xue Zhengyi say: "Don't...don't hurt..."

"She saw it. So she is going to die." Mo Ran was very kind and calm, "However, Xue Meng is not here, so...seeing that you have raised me for so many years, I have the right to stay with his life."

What is Mrs. Wang's struggle in Mo Ran's eyes?

What's more, she couldn't struggle at all, she just cried, and she said to him like her husband: "Bastard...", but the knife pierced in, blood flowed out, her consciousness gradually lost, she looked at him, and finally... He murmured again: "Ran'er, why do you..."

Mo Ran's hand was actually shaking at that time, trembling, and finally pulled it out.He looked down at the palm, the palm was wet, the scarlet dagger was clutched in the palm, it was greasy and smelly.

heat.

But it will be cold soon.

Like what he calls home, what he calls family.

From the very beginning, he was uneasy, because he knew that, in fact, it didn't matter whether it was Xue Meng, Xue Zhengyong, or Mrs. Wang.

They are not his relatives at all.

Their biological nephew had already died in his hands.

"absurd!"

A loud drink interrupted Mo Ran's memory.

Mo Ran raised his head almost in a daze, wandered around in the hall, and finally landed on Xue Zhengyi.

It was Xue Zhengyi who was speaking.

"The child I raised, I know, how could he bully innocent girls, don't spit blood on me!!"

"..."

The ink burned, and suddenly felt that my heart was filled with some kind of sourness.

His eyelashes fluttered and he closed his eyelids.

Not the same.

Two lifetimes... many things have changed.

The old artist was so frightened that he rolled off his seat and kowtowed on the ground: "No, no, I didn't lie, please calm down, I just... I just... I really..." He was just a poor man The craftsmen in this class have never seen such a scene at all. After being accused by the leader of the faction, their faces turned pale with fright, and they couldn't even utter a complete sentence in the end.

Xue Zhengyi shouted, like a beast ready to go: "Get out."

"..."

"roll!"

The old artist immediately got up to get out, but the people from Tianyin Pavilion stopped him, he couldn't move forward or retreat, he fell to the ground, shaking like chaff, muttering: "Oh my god, what's going on... ..."

Mu Yanli said: "Sect Leader Xue, don't get angry from embarrassment, and don't be afraid, old man. What Tianyin Pavilion wants is to let the world's grievances be cleared up. It will never be framed and hurt innocent people."

She paused and helped the old artist up.

"Sir, please finish."

"I have nothing to say..." The old man was really frightened, and he didn't say anything more, "I beg all the immortal elders and Taoists, please let me go, I really don't have anything to say anymore." What can I say, I have a bad memory, I have a bad memory."

In this stalemate, Mo Ran, who had been silent all the time, suddenly looked at Xue Zhengyi, bowing and kowtowing.

The meaning of this action is self-evident.Xue Zhengyi and Xue Meng were unable to say a word, or even a word, in an instant.Mrs. Wang murmured incredulously: "...Ran'er?"

Mo Ran said: "When I was in Jiaoshan, I thought about coming back and confessing to my uncle. But I didn't expect this to be the case."

"..."

Mo Ran's eyes were very quiet, because it was too quiet, and even seemed a little dead silent: "The wooden pavilion master came here today, and the witnesses and evidences must have been collected. There is nothing to say. Yes, I am not the second child of the peak of life and death. Little Lord."

He paused, and a sighing sentence fell into the hall, the voice was as soft as a feather, and the waves rose up.

"I am the 72nd city of Rufengmen, the son of Nangong Yan, the lord of the ninth city."

"What?!!" Everyone was terrified.

"Don't you all want to hear the whole story?" Mo Ran closed his eyes and said, "...I set the fire in the Zuiyu Tower back then, and dozens of lives were indeed destroyed by me."

Madam Wang said with tears in her eyes, "Ran'er, why...how did you..."

"But in Xiangtan, there was the case of a girl from a tofu shop who was raped to death." He was silent for a while when he said this.

In his previous life, no one was willing to listen to him tell the truth.

They were all angrily accusing him, insulting him, so he didn't want to explain, anyway, in the eyes of others, he was just such a heinous monster, and it didn't matter if he added another bloodstain.

But in this life, he finally wanted to say it.

"I didn't kill that girl."

There was silence in the Hall of Danxin, and everyone was staring at Mo Ran, waiting for him to speak out about those unknown dusty old cases.

Mu Yanli raised her eyebrows: "Oh? Is there something else hidden in that case?"

"Have."

"Please make a statement." Mu Yanli said, "Listen carefully."

Mo Ran shook his head: "Before talking about the murder of the girl in the tofu workshop, I want to talk about a more important person."

"who?"

"A player."

Mo Ran said, his eyes evacuated, and he looked towards the distant sky through the open window.

"...At that time, there were two young pipa girls in Xiangtan. One was named Xun Fengruo, and the other...surnamed Duan, named Duan Yihan."

When many people present heard him mentioning these two names, they all showed expressions as if they had passed away.

"...Xun Fengruo...Duan Yihan...ah! Could it be the two top-ranked Lefang instructors back then?"

"It's them. I remember that both of them are musicians in Xiangtan, and they are called Linjiang Shuangxian."

"Yes, the wind is weak and the spring is coming to the ground, and the clothes are cold and dancing, and the flowers are all over the sky." Someone twirled his beard and sighed, "I was only in my thirties at that time, and I was very familiar with these two names. But they It’s hard to find a song, and I heard that every time they perform, the band will be surrounded and get a lot of limelight.”

Someone else said: "The two music fairies seemed to have fought against each other at that time."

Mo Ran said: "It's a fight. Xun Fengruo is two years younger than Duan Yihan, and entered the band two years later. She was arrogant at that time, and she was not convinced that Duan Yihan was as famous as her, so she left Huatie, invite Duan Yihan to play three songs and dance three songs on the Zuiyu Tower to determine the level of skill."

"Who won in the end?"

"A tie." Mo Ran said, "But since then, the two have cherished each other. Although Xun Fengruo and Duan Yihan are not actors in the same band, they often walk around each other and are called sisters."

Someone said impatiently: "So much nonsense! Well done, what are you talking about two women for?"

Mo Ran glanced at him and said, "Duan Yihan is my mother."