The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

He saw Mo Ran smiling at his mother when he was a child, and he saw Duan Yihan touching Mo Ran's head and saying, "Repay kindness, don't hold grudges."

He saw Mo Ran hugging a box of pastries that Xue Meng gave him, eating carefully, not wanting to waste any scraps.

He saw Mo Ran standing in front of the wine shop in Wuchang Town, wearing a new student uniform, offering the broken silver in his pocket to the boss with both hands, and then smiled a little shyly and looking forward to it: "I want a pot of good pear blossoms Bai, can you get a nice jug to serve it? I want to give it to my master to taste."

All the memories came one after another.

The warmest and clearest beautiful past that was once in Mo Ran's heart - just like a revolving lantern, flashing in all colors.

Mo Ran in the picture has been laughing, from the childhood of hunger and cold, to those youthful years before the outbreak of bitterness and eternal hatred.But these memories are not many, the pure time that Mo Ran has had in his life is too little, and the days when he can indulge in laughter are few and far between.

Chu Wanning looked at the piles that flashed by.

Then, everything settled down.

Because the souls of the two have been entangled for too long, so at this moment, he can clearly perceive that Mo Ran likes himself so much, respects him, attaches to him, loves him, even though he doesn't like to laugh , when teaching spells, even a little harsh.

But I just like it, I feel familiar and warm.

I feel that this cold master is actually a very good person in his bones.

Mo Ran actually liked him...at such an early time, he loved him warmly and innocently.

The memory in front of him continued to flow, and Chu Wanning followed the memory of Mo Ran, and fell into a certain night with a bright moon and clear wind.That night, a solitary lamp was on in the student room at the peak of death and life, and Mo Ran was sitting at the table, facing the open book, carefully sewing a white handkerchief in his hand.

After sewing a few stitches, he pricked his fingertip clumsily, and the blood dripped down and stained the cloth towel.

Mo Ran opened his eyes wide, then looked very frustrated, and sighed: "It's so difficult."

The white handkerchief was wrapped up and thrown aside.

Take a new one and sew it again.

The candles kept burning all night, and after throwing away countless pieces of handkerchiefs, I finally became more flexible in my hands and feet. Slowly, the light red petals bloomed, one petal, two petals...five petals.

Each petal is embroidered meticulously, and each petal is embroidered with sincerity.

The young man clumsily sewed a piece of pure white veil, stitch by stitch, and bloomed a crabapple flower that never fails all year round.

He looked at Pajin with light in his eyes.

The embroidery is finished, but it is actually ugly. There are a lot of unevenness in the ground. At first glance, it is the work of a novice, but Mo Ran is overjoyed. He looks left and right excitedly, and throws the kerchief again. The soft handkerchief fell in mid-air and landed on his face.

cover his face.

He laughed out loud under the handkerchief, and after blowing, Haitang's handkerchief lifted the corners, revealing his gentle eyes underneath.Looking forward to Liu Guang.

"Give this to Master, he will definitely like it."

What weighed heavily in his heart was warmth, the warmth that the Gu flowers planted later could not tolerate and had to be devoured.

"From now on, every time you use a handkerchief, you will think of me."

Mo Ran put the handkerchief in his arms, and thought that Chu Wanning would praise him countless times and look happy, but he felt that the grass was growing and the warbler was flying, and he couldn't restrain his happiness.That night, he excitedly ran to Chu Wanning's dormitory and found the man who was standing by the pool watching the fish.

"Master!"

He ran over excitedly, his face full of brilliance.

Chu WanNing looked back, a little surprised: "Why are you here?"

"I, Axio—"

Tianhan came out too hastily, without a cloak, the boy sneezed before he could speak.

Chu Wanning said: "...Why is it so urgent that you don't remember to put on a piece of clothing?"

Mo Ran rubbed his nose and grinned: "I can't wait, I have one thing, if I don't give it to Master, I won't be able to sleep."

"what?"

"Replenishment of Master's Appreciation Ceremony." As he said, he carefully groped for the folded handkerchief out of his arms, and when it came time to present the gift, he suddenly became timid and blushed: "Actually...it's not worth it." A few bucks. No, not very good."

After thinking about it, he simply hid the handkerchief behind his body again, and ground his toes restlessly on the ground.

Chu Wanning: "..."

"What did you buy?"

The boy's ears turned red, and he replied blushingly: "I didn't buy it, I don't have any money..."

Chu Wanning was stunned for a moment: "Did you do it yourself?"

Mo Ran lowered his head, his eyelashes were like clouds, and whispered: "Yes."

Before waiting for Chu Wanning to answer, he hurriedly said: "If you don't count, it's actually very, very ugly and ugly!" After a series of voices, I still felt that it was not enough at the end, and when I mustered up the courage to look at Chu Wanning again, He added forcefully, "It's very ugly."

Chu Wanning still remembers his mood at that time, in fact, he was surprised and pleasantly surprised.

He has never received a gift made by others.

But he was embarrassed to show it, and he was also embarrassed to smile, so he had to tighten his face even more, for fear that this young apprentice who had just started would see the sweetness in his heart.

He coughed lightly, and said in deliberation: "Then, you've done everything, no matter how ugly you are, you should show it to me, right?"

In the end, Mo Ran still took out the handkerchief, and wanted to put it on with both hands, but felt that the handkerchief had already been wrinkled just now, so he hurriedly tried to smooth it out.

Just when his face was blushing, a slender and long hand stretched out, and took the veil that was embarrassing him to death.

All the wars and horses were in chaos, and all the flags and drums died down.

Mo Ran stunned, and couldn't help but "ah": "Master, it's really ugly..."

At that time, Chu Wanning hadn't had any feelings for Mo Ran, but only remembered those dark eyes that were so bright.Wet, like rain on flowers, very beautiful.

Sometimes love is as fast as thunder and lightning, and sometimes it is as slow as dripping water.

Chu Wanning is the latter. He was deeply touched by the tenderness of the young man. At that time, he didn't realize how intense it was when he glanced at it and smiled, but he had enough stamina.

When he suddenly woke up, this tender feeling had turned into a mire, and he was deeply trapped in it, and it was hard to get out from now on.

"Is it a handkerchief?"

"Hmm...mmmm."

The white square scarf is made of natural silk, with crabapple flowers embroidered on the sides, and the needle corners are careful and firm, so jerky that it is a bit cute.

Chu Wanning's heart like an empty valley was suddenly touched. There was a spring in the valley, and there were fallen flowers floating on the spring. He looked at the handkerchief and didn't know what to say for a long time.

It was the first time he received such a gift.

Seeing that he was silent, the gift giver thought he didn't like it, so he stammered and explained: "I, I embroidered it according to the pattern in the drawing book. Actually...uh, actually, there are handkerchiefs like this in the town. It's not expensive to sell. The embroidery is also... much prettier than mine."

In the end, he was a little anxious and wanted to get the handkerchief back.But Chu Wanning was a step faster than him, and he had received it in the robe quietly.

"It's outrageous. How can there be any reason to send out the apprentice ceremony and come back again?"

The crumpled handkerchief, and the temperature of the ink burning, are really ugly. If you go to Wuchang Town, you can buy eight of the same style of ten copper plates.

But I just feel that it is precious and I don’t want to return it.

So it became the first gift that Mo Ran gave to Chu Wanning in his life.After being under the spell, whether this memory or this scarf, Mo Weiyu has forgotten them all.

Chu Wanning's face is thin, he is not good at words, and he never specifically mentioned it later, but seeing that Mo Ran is getting more and more concerned about the teacher, and he is running around on the saddle, and the things he has sent are not one hundred or eighty, so he becomes more and more silent , I don't want to let the ink burn easily see this veil again.

It was something that Mo Ran gave him at will, and he cherished it with his broom.

He remembered...

The fusion of earth and soul brings about the past.Such things, one by one, Chu Wanning slowly remembered.

He got up, more angry than ever, more urgent, more sad, more painful—

His hands were shaking, and he finally knew the truth of everything, the whole story.

In fact, it's not just the wronged childhood.

It's not just bewitched by the teacher.

So much more than that.

But these most important memories were all suppressed by Shi Mei's curse. For 20 years, in two lifetimes, no one knew the original appearance of this matter.

until today.

truth, truth...

These are the ultimate truths!

There is no one blocking Jiaoshan, Chu Wanning didn't care about other things, he ran from the foot of the mountain like crazy, he went to the nearest village and town, and asked Mo Ran's whereabouts.

"That Grandmaster Mo?" The villagers didn't know Chu Wanning's identity, and said in a rough voice, "What kind of bullshit Grandmaster is just a beast with double appearance."

Duplicity, beast...

sinner……

tyrant.

The eyes are dizzy, and the two lives are embarrassing. The Ta Xianjun in the previous life is grinning at him ferociously, and the Mo Weiyu in this life is smiling at him with downcast eyes.

no.

The truth is not so.

Chu WanNing asked palely, "Where is he?"

"Tianyin Pavilion." The villager said, "No one in the upper cultivation world and the lower cultivation world is aware of it. This person has committed a heinous crime, and today he will have his soul core dug out by a living creature, and he will receive the punishment he deserves!"

Like a rock cracking, the brain buzzed.

"When will the execution be executed?!" Chu Wanning asked too eagerly, and the phoenix eyes flashed with brilliance, which shocked the villagers.

"Remember, I can't remember clearly, it seems to be... noon?"

At noon...at noon...he looked at the sundial next to the drying yard, and his expression suddenly changed!

The Rising Dragon Talisman broke through the air, and in the violent wind and waves, Chu Wanning ordered Zhilong to take him to the Yufeng to rush to Qidi.At the beginning, Zhilong wanted to quarrel with his master, but he was surprised that there was water vapor in Chu Wanning's eyes.

The little paper dragon was stunned: "...what's wrong with you?"

"help me."

I have never seen Chu Wanning's expression like this, it didn't know what to do, just said: "This seat has never stopped helping you-oh, don't cry."

Chu Wanning bit her back molars, ruthlessly, but it was already an empty shelf.

The truth was the moth that gnawed off his spine.

"I didn't cry, take me to Tianyin Pavilion, it will be too late!"

"What are you going to do there?"

"Save people." The trembling couldn't stop, I obviously didn't want to cry, I never wanted to cry, but the tears finally flowed down, Chu Wanning wiped the red eyes fiercely.

"Save a wrongly sentenced person."

"..."

"If there is anyone in this world who should be dug out for his spiritual core and scolded by thousands of people, it shouldn't be him." Chu Wanning said hoarsely, "I want to avenge him."

The paper dragon didn't ask any more questions. It carried him and turned into a giant dragon with horns piercing through the sky. Soaring through the moist sea of ​​clouds.

Chu WanNing sat next to its dragon horn.

A strong air current brushed over his face, and it was astonishingly cold above the nine heavens, the blood on his fingertips seemed to be frozen to death.He looked ahead, looked at the overlapping clouds, the mountains, the endless rivers, all kinds of things in the world, such as yesterday, passing by below.

In fact, from the moment he woke up, he was crazy, numb, and fragmented.

Slowing down at this moment, he was completely overwhelmed by the grief brought about by those past events.He curled up on the dragon, slowly curled up, and slowly buried his face in his palms.

The wind was very fast, and it blew past my ears.

They want to judge Mo Ran, they want to cut his heart, break his spiritual core——

Heinous crimes deserve death.

no.

The wind was so loud that it was enough to cover up the joy, anger and sorrow of all mortals.

The sky is high and the clouds are wide, and Chu Wanning finally cried bitterly in the wind. These two floating lives...whether it is stepping on Xianjun, or Mo Zongshi...

This should not be the case.

Mo Ran has a saying that is right.

The worship under the Tongtian Pagoda was wrong from the very beginning.

The sun was getting higher and higher, and the copper pot outside the Tianyin Pavilion was dripping to a certain mark. The female officer struck the bell and yelled: "It's noon to—"

Yaque startled.

"Execution!"

Mounted on the torture frame, bound with immortal ropes, removed the outer robe and opened the skirt.

Mu Yanli's expression was cold, holding her martial dagger, she stepped forward and stood in front of Mo Ran.

"I will punish you today, and I hope you will repent."

Open your lips and teeth together, and read the ancient chant of Tianyin Pavilion.

"The sounds of the sky are mighty, so don't be selfish.

The son of Tianyin must not be affectionate.

The sound of the sky is faint, so you can't blaspheme the gods.

Tianyin has pity and respects all living beings. "

She lowered her eyes and saluted Mo Ran—it was a farewell.

Then, the blade was drawn out of its sheath, fireworks flew, the artifact buzzed, and the golden feathers scattered.The sheen of the dagger illuminated her eyes, which were devoid of emotion.

Someone below covered their eyes, someone stretched their necks, someone closed their eyes and sighed, and someone clapped their hands in applause.

All living beings are in various states, but only mediocre.

"Okay, the punishment of the heavens when the spiritual nucleus is dissected."

The hand raised the knife and fell, and blood sprayed everywhere.

Dead silence.

Then someone on the stage shouted loudly, and the voice shook for nine days: "Brother——!!!"

Red, bright red blood flowed out hot, and Shenwu sank into his chest.Mo Ran opened his eyes, he was unconscious at first, and then he lowered his head stiffly, looking at the flesh and blood.

His lips moved, and the severe pain began to explode like fireworks, and light and shadow were boiling fiercely in front of his eyes.

"Cough cough!!"

Blood gushed out of his mouth, ticking, with the smell of iron.

The vastness of the heaven and earth turned into a sea of ​​bleak red.

But wrong, all wrong.

Chu Wanning flew away from the dragon, getting closer and closer to Qi.

He once thought that Mo Ran was indifferent to himself and played in the world, it was because of resentment, because of resentment in his heart.

He once thought that Mo Ran had gradually forgotten the gentleness of the two at the beginning under the repeated punishment and reprimand.

Actually not, those memories have always been trapped in Mo Ran's soul.

He saw it.

Chu Wanning saw that Mo Ran's deepest heart, under the suppression of the Eight Bitterness and Everlasting Hate Flower, was all the deep friendship in the past.

That year, Mo Ran was still so young and white, and he still had a warm and healthy heart beating under his chest.That year, he looked at his newly worshiped master standing by the window of Qi Muxuan, turned his face towards him, his eyes were pale, and said: "Mo Ran, come here."

Approaching, in front of him are pens, inks, papers and inkstones.

"I heard from the lord that you still don't know how to write your own characters. Pick up the pen and I will teach you."

He taught him that the tone is light, like the apricot blossom outside the window, blooming into a dusty sky.

"The name given to you by the lord is Weiyu, which is the opposite of your name. I'll write it down again. Look carefully."

So, the horizontal and vertical curved hooks, the master's brush strokes are strong, and the little apprentice stands beside him and learns in a daze.

"I wrote one more point."

"This time I wrote one less point."

The two characters were taught five times before they could be written crookedly and barely correctly, but they were as shabby as ghosts, ugly as hell.Chu Wanning has never seen such a stupid disciple, and he can't help but feel a little depressed: "...is it difficult?"

Not difficult.

But Mo Ran didn't dare to tell him at that time, in fact, it was because his low-eyed writing looks so good-looking, he was insatiable, and asked for a lot, so he deliberately wrote more strokes and less strokes.

Earn him so that he can teach himself again.

"It's so difficult."

Chu Wanning glared at him: "Look carefully, don't laugh."

Mo Ran pursed his lips and smiled, sincerely distressed: "Then, Master, please write it again, and then teach me."

He really liked that moment when he bowed his head, and his phoenix eyes flew sideways.

As long as Chu Wanning holds his hand and teaches him, he can hear the sound of the crabapple flowers blooming outside the window.

The execution platform has a high barrier, and no one can stop Tianyin's sentence.

The Shenwu dagger is sharp and cuts gold, and can understand the owner's mind. Mu Yanli's expression is dull, as if he can't hear Mo Ran's heavy panting, nor can he see the man's pale face like a corpse, let alone the protruding meridians of Mo Ran's forehead , blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

She only executes the judgment of Shenwu Zhicheng.

Dig out the spiritual core.

The dagger pierced into the heart, and quickly moved across the flesh and blood. When it found the fragment of the spiritual core, it charged up and picked it out—the knife tip was so sharp that it would inevitably cut off the flesh and blood.

She didn't care about it, and threw the flesh and blood together with the glowing fragments into the silver plate held by the attendant next to her.

The healing nun immediately stepped forward, stopped the surging blood, and pressed against the convulsed heart so that he would not die.

Tianping's sentence for him was to dig out his spiritual core, so Tianyin Pavilion will protect him well, at least he will not die on the stage or during the execution.

They kept him awake, in case he couldn't tell whether he was in a coma or dying from the pain, so Mo Ran watched his heart being cut open again and again, searching for the fragments, and then being temporarily sedated and healed.

again and again.

Xue Meng has collapsed, he is wailing, his face is buried in his palm, tears are like rain.

"elder brother……"

The pain is so bad that the soul consciousness is blurred, and the roots of the tendons are bursting.

But I felt liberated at last.

Every time Mu Yanli fell, he stabbed open his heart and dug out the fragments. He felt the sins of the previous life, and the bloody hands faded a little.

Is it possible to be forgiven after the pain is over?

Is it possible to go back to the past by digging out the remnants?

But where was it before?

If he went back to the day when he was apprenticed under the Tongtian Pagoda, he was still a fake son of the pinnacle of life and death, and his mother had starved to death, then happiness would still be like a dream.

If he went back to the woodshed when he was young, when only he and Duan Yihan lived together, and he was afraid that by accident, he would never meet Chu Wanning, and this happiness would be regrettable.

Looking back on the past, he couldn't find a point in those two lifetimes where he could really start all over again with peace of mind. He couldn't find a period of truly carefree, well-fed and well-fed days, even for one day.

In his two lives, for more than forty years, there was no peace for a single night.

Mu Yan's dagger is still buried deep in the flesh and blood, acting on behalf of the sky.

He knew that his sinful and dirty soul was unforgivable, and the judgment would always come.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a little sour.

He wanted a mother, a master, a younger brother, uncles and aunts, and he wanted a home.

But, maybe he is too greedy, wanting so much.

So in the end, he has nothing.

The happiness he knew and the tenderness he gained were all fake in the end, and he couldn't fight the water in the basket or the sand in his palm.

He tried everything to make up for it, but got nothing.

He was beside the long river of life, holding his small, wet basket, he squatted down, the basket was empty, he stared blankly at the rushing tide of the river, and the dead were like this.

In fact, from the very beginning, he only had this little broken basket, and he held it.

A dream destined to be shattered.