The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

The three-day period was fleeting, and at dawn on the third day, Shi Mo came to the secret room.

Ta Xianjun has finished dressing, still wearing a black battle armor, with a thin waist tied with a silver hidden weapon box, slender legs, wide shoulders, wearing dragon scale leather covers on his hands, and a thousand receivers on his wrists .

He raised his eyes, his eyes were cold: "You are here."

"Get ready, let's go to Tianyin Pavilion."

"No need to prepare, let's go."

The teacher looked at him: "So what about Chu Wanning?"

"Feed him the medicine and go to sleep."

The teacher nodded, but just in case, he and Ta Xianjun re-entered the secret room again.After diagnosing the pulse, the teacher said: "His energy will almost fully recover in the next few days, so be careful."

Ta Xianjun was not afraid of Chu Wanning's fighting power, but instead asked: "What about the memory?"

The teacher glanced at him: "The same."

"..."

Ignoring the gloomy displeasure on Ta Xianjun's face, Shi Mo got up and set up a Gu array in the secret room to ensure that Chu Wanning would not wake up suddenly and ruin his plan.Finally, when going out, a high-level forbidden spell was cast on the door.

Ta Xianjun frowned: "Why cast this spell? There is no one else on this mountain. Nangong Liu is just the mind of a brat. No one can go in and save him."

The teacher's face remained unchanged, and he said lightly: "It's hard to guard against a family thief."

"Who?"

"You don't know." Shi Mo sighed, "It's the person I'm closest to. Don't say it, let's go."

The two left.

In the cold stone room, only Chu Wanning himself is left.He is still in a coma, and the memory of the two lives is recovering in coils.

But more than that, even Shi Mei didn't realize that the reason why Chu Wanning has been lingering for so long, and his consciousness and memories have not fully recovered, is not just because of his poor physical condition, but also a very important reason ——

What he wants to think of is not only his own memories!

Probably because half of the earth soul stayed in Mo Ran's body for a long time, and entangled with Mo Ran's soul all day long. When the Earth Soul returned, it also brought him some memories deep in Mo Ran's soul.

——At this moment, these memories became the last images that flooded into his head.He was dreaming, and what he dreamed was all the broken past.

He first dreamed of a mass grave, a disheveled child crying on top of a rotten female corpse, with tears running down his cheeks and eyes blurred.

"Mother... Mother... Is there anyone? Is there anyone... Bury me too, bury me and Mother..."

Then dreamed of Zuiyu Tower in Xiangtan, Mo Ran was beaten blue and purple, curled up in a dog cage, there was a brain beast in the warm cabinet, the fragrance was misty, the child was locked in the cage, and he had nothing to eat or drink. He couldn't even turn around.

A child about his age was grinning and laughing at him: "Don't even look at yourself, and want to be a hero? I think you're a joke! Bah! You've been a joke all your life!"

Spit over.

Little Mo Ran closed his eyes.

Chu Wanning's eyelashes are also trembling.

Ink burning...

Then, he dreamed that the blazing flames were like a hanged ghost, wandering and twisting on the building, dancing fiercely.

There were cries everywhere, burning beams were collapsing, people were screaming, and smoke was billowing.

The young Mo Ran sat in this sky-high fire, his face was extremely cold, his eyes were calm, he lowered his head, put a blood-stained knife on his knee, and held a bunch of grapes in his hand, slowly peeling the purple skin.

"It's all over, Mommy."

Mo Ran seemed very peaceful.

"But I can't see you... I killed someone, and my hands are covered with blood. Auntie, I will go to hell after I die, and I will never see you again."

Ink burning... Ink burning...

Suddenly there was a light in front of his eyes.

It was a woman's gentle face, with slightly raised eyes.

who is it?

Chu Wanning felt that the woman's eyebrows were somewhat similar to herself, and when she lowered her head and did things seriously, it was particularly clear.

She carefully sewed the rough coat in her hand.

"Aniang..." A child's voice called out as softly as a mosquito.

The woman raised her head when she heard the sound, and smiled at him: "Why are you awake?"

"I'm having a nightmare... I'm so hungry..."

The woman put down her clothes, opened her arms, and said with a gentle smile, "Are you having a nightmare again? Well, don't be afraid, Ran'er comes to Aniang's arms."

Burning... Ink burning...

Chu Wanning closed her eyes, and she didn't know how bitter it was in her heart.

too bitter.

Just looking at it, I feel that the days are shriveled and shriveled, and every day and night are so difficult.

Auntie...

This was the first time he saw the face of Mo Ran's mother, and he suddenly understood why the little Mo Ran would instinctively grab his robe and believe that he was begging himself outside Wubei Temple, and suddenly understood that in front of the Tongtian Tower, the Why did the boy walk towards him, persistently begging himself to accept him as his apprentice.

The boy Can smiled and said, "Because you look the most beautiful and gentle."

At that time, everyone laughed behind Mo Ran's eyes, mocking Mo Ran for flattering.

Actually not.

no……

He is not blind, nor is he flattering, he can't tell the truth, he can't cry, he can't pull Chu Wanning and say: "Xianjun, when you bow your head, you are actually a bit like the person who treated me best in this world. She is gone, can you talk to me, can you take her place and look at me again. "

I miss her so much.

Mo Ran couldn't say anything, he could only endure the great bitterness in his heart and the tears that surged up.Endure Chu Wanning's indifference and neglect.Chasing behind, pretending to be calm and laughing, fooling everyone.

No one needs to know his past, and no one can share his pain.

He can only smile like this, under the Tongtian Tower, the smile is too eager, too longing, secretly hiding endless thoughts, just like this burns Chu Wanning.

Mo Ran opened his eyes.

He is no longer at the pinnacle of death and life, he is in an extremely cramped cell.The walls here are gray, and the only light comes from a small food delivery opening under the black iron gate.

The coat of arms of the weight was engraved on the top of the cell, and he knew he was in prison.

This is the most fair and just trial temple in the world, and it is independent of the No. [-] court in the cultivation world other than the top ten sects.

Tianyin Pavilion.

He lay there with a burning throat and chapped lips.

The surroundings are very quiet, so quiet that the empty wind can be heard in the eardrums, and the ravings of the soul can be heard.It took him a long time to gather his scattered consciousness—

He actually felt that he should have such a day in his last life, but fate treated him kindly after all, let him live for two lives, and only in this life will he settle his sins.

"Mo Ran, it's time to eat."

I don't know how long I've been lying there, but here, time is blurred.

He heard someone come and push him food through the hole, a swirl, a bowl of soup.

He didn't get up to pick him up, and the attendant of Tianyin Pavilion didn't talk to him again, he walked away in a short time.

How is Chu Wanning?

What happened to the summit of life and death?

Where did the destroyed chess pieces end up?

He was drowsy and tired of thinking about these three questions. After thinking for a long time, he was willing to accept his fate, knowing that no one would tell him the answer.

He is now a prisoner.

He sits up.

There were bursts of pain in the chest, and there was no strength in the whole body, and the spiritual flow that was once surging was nowhere to be seen.He leaned against the wall in a daze for a while——

It turned out that after the spirit core was broken, it was actually this feeling.

Unable to summon divine martial arts, unable to cast spells, it is as if the Kun that rides the wind and waves has lost its tail, and the Peng that soars through the clouds has lost its wings.

He curled up in a corner, his black eyes staring blankly ahead.

Mo Ran was suddenly sad, but the sadness was not because of himself. He thought of Chu Wanning in his previous life, the reincarnation of heaven, and he finally realized Chu Wanning's helplessness and pain at that time.

He wanted to say sorry to Chu Wanning at that time.

But it's too late.

Nothing can go back.

He was trapped in the house, and the one cake and the bowl of soup went from hot to cold, from cold to freezing cold.Later he started to eat, and after eating this little food, no one came to this cell again.

He became the Mo Ran who was locked in the dog cage when he was a child again, but the treatment in this room was much better than the dog cage, and he was able to lie comfortably.

He was lying in this darkness, waking up and sleeping, but waking up and sleeping were not that important. In this room, he seemed to be dead.

Mo Ran thought drowsily, maybe he is already dead?

Perhaps this life was just a sweet dream he had while lying in the coffin under the Tongtian Tower, his soul still alive.He flashed those 32 years of his life before his eyes like a circus, full of colors, joys, angers, sorrows and joys, and in the end they all became dead bones in the tomb.

He slightly curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled.

He actually felt that if this was the case, it would be great.

He was very tired, had walked for too long, struggled for too long, he didn't care so much about whether it was hell or the world ahead, he just wanted to rest.

He is very old in his heart. In fact, since Chu Wanning died, he has completely collapsed and aged.For so many years he has been doing good deeds and making amends, and he is looking for a medicine that can cure this aging.

But he couldn't find it.

He has been fighting for so long, begging for so long with unyielding brazenness, and now he is tired of fighting and begging.In this life, he lost his mother, lost his teacher, lost his best friend, lost his lover, lost his stolen relatives, and lost his vain reputation.

Now, he even lost his spiritual core.But he was still taken to Tianyin Pavilion, and he still couldn't escape the most severe criticism from the cultivation world.

He finally gave up, knowing that he would never be forgiven again.

He, Mo Weiyu, is an ugly and deformed mountain, and his wounds are covered by the vast winter snow.

But the snow melted.

Whether it is dark or terrifying, there is nowhere to hide.

He can't be Master Mo, from the time he was stained with the blood of the first innocent person, he was doomed to be the Emperor of Immortals all his life—he burns zithers and cooks cranes, he grinds his teeth and sucks blood, his face is ferocious, he is not as good as beasts—he Damn.

He died, and the world cheered.

I don't know how many days he was trapped in the forbidden room, but the door opened.

The disciples of Tianyin Pavilion walked in, bound him with the immortal rope without saying a word, then picked him up from left to right, and dragged him outside.

They took him through a long, dark corridor.

The ink burned hoarsely, and he spoke drowsily, saying the first sentence these days: "How are they?"

No one paid any attention to him.

He was twisted and walked to the end.When the sky lighted up, Mo Ran looked like a dragon that had been curled up in the dark for too long. It had already been blinded and clawed, and it seemed so sleepy and restless in such a dazzling glare.He couldn't adapt to the sudden light at all, he wanted to cover his eyes, but his hands were tied behind his back, so he could only lower his head, with tears dripping from under his thick black eyelashes——

He was dazed, he didn't know where he was, only his sense of smell was clear.

He smelled the breath of the wind, the breath of the sea of ​​people, the smell of flowers and trees, he was pushed a bit, so he hesitated to move forward.

Slowly, the ears can get used to the noise here.

He heard many people talking, and the whispers gathered together like a river tide.The tide can wash away the dirt, but the tide can also drown people.

Mo Ran felt that he could not breathe.

He is weak.

It's extremely weak right now.

"Kneel down."

His escorts were pushing him, and he knelt down. The sun shone brightly in the high sky, shining on his haggard face.

I didn't expect it to be such a sunny day outside.

"It's that Grandmaster Mo..."

"I didn't expect to see him being tried in Tianyin Pavilion one day. Alas, I really know people and faces but don't know my heart."

Mo Ran's ears were buzzing, and his eyes were gradually able to see something, but it was still very unclear. He could only use the shade of his eyelashes to slightly close his eyes and look at everything in front of him——

It was the public trial platform of Tianyin Pavilion in memory.

When he was young, he had seen the trial place with Xue Zhengyong and Xue Meng.

But he has changed from a spectator to a person on trial under the eyes of everyone.

The crowd in the audience was like crucian carp, crowded and fast. These are ordinary people who came to Tianyin Pavilion to watch the interrogation, scattered all over the world.He couldn't see anyone's face clearly, and he couldn't see the expressions on those people's faces. He only felt that those heads whispering together became a wave of ups and downs.

Then he looked up again.

There are high platforms on the four walls, and guests from various sects sit on the platforms.

The blue one is Bitan Village, the red one is Huohuang Pavilion, the yellow one is Wubei Temple... Then his heart suddenly clenched, it was strange that he still felt pain.

He saw the familiar silver-blue, the quietest and most crowded sect in the entire stands.

The pinnacle of life and death.

He blinked, regardless of the sting of his eyes, tried his best to look in that direction - but he couldn't see, he couldn't see where Xue Zhengyong was, couldn't see who was Xue Meng, who was Elder Tanlang and who was... Xuanji, he couldn't find Mrs. Wang.

In the end, on the judgment stand, he still couldn't see the people he cared about the most.

"The peak of life and death, Mo Ran, is the lord of the Ninth City of the Confucianism School, the illegitimate son of Nangong Yan..." On the high platform, Mu Yanli clearly stated with the technique of amplifying his voice, his voice suppressing the flow of clouds, "...so when Yan Additional interrogation, no misplacement, no misjudgment..."

Mo Ran didn't listen to her words.

Such a sharp voice is too harsh for a person who has been claustrophobic for a long time.

Mu Yan talked for about a cup of tea without hesitation, and what floated into Mo Ran's ears intermittently were incomplete words such as "killing for life", "unpredictable intentions" and "practicing forbidden techniques".

In the end he heard her say: "Clean out the repeat offenders and give justice, this is the responsibility of Tianyin Pavilion."

After Mu Yanli finished speaking, a disciple of Tianyin Pavilion came beside him. The disciple came to Mo Ran, and against the dazzling sunlight, he cast an ink-like black shadow.

"Open your mouth."

"..."

Seeing that Mo Ran didn't respond, the man gave a "tsk", roughly picked up his chin, and poured a pot of bitter and salty concoction into his mouth.

"Cough cough cough-"

Mo Ran couldn't help coughing, he hadn't eaten for many days, and his stomach suddenly came into contact with such a strong slurry, which was so irritating that it almost convulsed, and he seemed to retch.

The man squeezed his throat, not letting him move, forcing him to swallow the whole pot of medicine.The cold liquid slipped into the intestines like a snake, tossing rivers and seas, tearing through all internal organs.

Mo Ran's face was ashen, he wanted to vomit, really wanted to vomit.

But he didn't say a word, refused to beg for mercy, and he didn't even want tears to fall from the corners of his eyes.He was half-lived and lived too many humble lives, but that didn't mean he didn't have dignity.

After all the potion was poured, the man let go of him, and he gasped heavily.

The wings are decayed and exhausted.

But still has the ferocity of a lone eagle before dying.

The people of Tianyin Pavilion are explaining to the spectators from all over the world as usual——

"This is the water of indictment."

Mo Ran's lips and teeth were pale, and he smiled with downcast eyes.

The water of accusation... Heh, the water of accusation, how could he not know?

This kind of potion should never be drunk by innocent people. Only those who become trial prisoners in Tianyin Pavilion will be given this kind of potion, and then they will become unconscious and tell all the big crimes and mistakes they have committed in their lives.

After the Tianyin Pavilion disciple finished explaining, he came over and tapped Mo Ran's lips to amplify his voice so that everyone could hear his words.

Mo Ran closed his eyes and frowned, and there seemed to be a knife in his stomach.

He was enduring, because he was suffering so hard, his whole body was shaking, and the shackles were clanging.His face was pale, the whites of his eyes slowly rolled up, he was crouching on the execution platform convulsing... twitching...

He is still conscious, but that consciousness is clear for a while, and blurred for a while. He exhausted all his willpower to fight against the drug, but he still can't get rid of it——

"I... killed people before." In the end, he still closed his eyes in pain and spoke hoarsely.

His ragged voice staggered through every corner.

Everyone fell silent, looking at the people on the stage with their eyes.

Mu Yanli stared downcastly at the high platform.

"How many people have you killed?"

"...too many...don't remember..."

The faces of the people below have changed.

"How old were you when you first killed someone?"

"fifteen."

"Was it a monk or a mortal?"

"mortal."

"Killing for revenge, or for self-preservation?"

"Both."

The two of them asked and answered, and many of those spectators gathered to watch the fun, and they didn't know what happened before.When they heard that Mo Ran actually killed people at the age of 15 for revenge, and the more they killed, they couldn't remember the exact number. They were all shocked and angry.

"Unexpectedly, this famous Mo Grandmaster is actually a murderous devil!"

"It's terrible... This man is really sinister."

"When I was 15 years old, I didn't even dare to kill chickens, but he has already started killing people! What a pervert..."

Mu Yanli acted as if he didn't hear it, and said coldly: "Then make a confession."

"I..." endured until my muscles and bones were violent, but I couldn't bear it anymore, Mo Ran hoarsely said, "I... impostor, I pretend to be the nephew of the Lord of Death and Life..."

"how long?"

"Eight years..."

"Continue to report the crime."

The ink burned slowly: "I... practice... the three forbidden techniques... Zhenlong... Zhenlong... the chess game..."

Many people in the stands were speechless at this moment.

Someone looked towards the summit of death and life strangely, and said sneeringly: "Isn't Xue Zhengyi still going to excuse this beast? I'll just feed him a glass of guilt water, and he must be telling the truth——Xue Zhengyi Before Yong, he didn't let Tianyin Pavilion interrogate Mo Ran according to the law. I think this old thing is deceived by lard, and he doesn't want to avenge his nephew. There are disciples practicing forbidden techniques on the top of death and life. This sect Can you let it go? What else do you want to do? Continue to cultivate the devil?"

"I already said that he did it! At the peak of death and life, he abolished his spiritual core to save us. It was nothing more than a cruel trick. Fortunately, he was not let go at that time!"

"That is, if the green hills are left without worrying about no firewood, he must have thought so at the time. He is so capable, so what if his spirit core is abolished, maybe he can come up with some crooked ways to restore himself. It seems really true. It's so dangerous, if it wasn't for the insistence of Tianyin Pavilion Master, we might have misplaced this vicious thing!"

There is a gigantic scale on the public trial platform, with golden brilliance flowing all over its body - it is a very special divine weapon, weighing a hundred tons, and it has been standing here for thousands of years since the Tianyin Pavilion was opened, representing From generation to generation.

It is said that this scale can be left by the gods in the world, and can clearly judge all crimes and punishments in the world, and give the most just verdict.

Mo Ran didn't open his mouth to admit a crime. The disciples of Muyan Liming put the weights condensed with golden spiritual power into the weighing pan, and those exquisite weights fell into the weighing pan and quickly grew larger, pressing down heavily, pushing the other side of the weight. On the top, facing the corresponding punishment.

When he described his first sin, the scales had already pointed to "digging the soul core."

And after he finished talking about Zhenlong Chess Game, Libra pointed to the ultimate punishment——

"Crush the soul."

In the stands, Xue Meng's face was instantly bloodless.

He muttered: "Crush the soul...?"

From then on, there will be no ink rain or ink burning in the heaven and earth.

His elder brother, it doesn't matter whether it's real or not.

Even if reincarnated, they will never see each other again.

His mind was blank and his hands were numb.

Xue Zhengyi stood up, and solemnly said to Mu Yanli: "The punishment of smashing the soul has never been suffered by anyone since Tianyin Pavilion was established. Master Mu, I am afraid that your trial is unfair."