The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

There is a peak on the summit of death and life, the name is quite funny, it is called "Ah ah ah".

Regarding the origin of this name, there are many theories in the sect. The most common one is that the mountain is so steep that people often fall off it accidentally, hence the name "Ahhhh".

But Mo Ran knew it wasn't.

The peaks soar into the clouds, and the top of the mountain is covered with snow all the year round, making it extremely cold.If someone dies at the pinnacle of death and life, the coffin will stop here, waiting for the funeral.

Mo Ran has only been here once in his previous life.

That time, it was not too different from the current situation.It was also after the Infernal Hell broke apart that a bloody battle took away countless lives, and Shi Mei also lost his life.He didn't want to accept this reality, so he knelt beside Shi Mo's coffin, looking at the lifelike face in the ice coffin, kneeling for many days...

"The reason why I called it is because your father went away that year." In the previous life, Xue Zhengyi was by his side in the cold Frost Sky Palace, and said to him like this.

"I only have one elder brother. The peak of life and death was created by the two of us together, but your father...he is like you, a very willful person. After enjoying the blessings for a few days, he probably got tired of it. I lost my hand in the confrontation and left."

Frost Sky Palace was too cold, Xue Zhengyi brought a pot of shochu, took a sip by himself, and handed the sheepskin wine pouch to Mo Ran.

"Give you a drink, but don't tell your aunt."

Mo Ran didn't pick it up, and didn't move.

Xue Zhengyi sighed: "This peak is called ah ah, because during those days, I was also very uncomfortable, my heart seemed to be dug out, and the whole person was guarding your father on the mountain, thinking of the sad place, I couldn't help crying loudly. I cry badly, always howling, so I got this name."

He glanced at Mo Ran and patted the other person's shoulder.

"Uncle has not studied for a few days, but he also knows that life is like morning dew, which disappears in the blink of an eye. You should treat Mingjing as a step ahead, and you will be a brother in your next life."

Mo Ran slowly closed his eyes.

Xue Zhengyong said: "Sorrows and changes are all empty words. If you are sad, just cry out. If you don't want to leave, you can stay with him here. But you have to eat and drink. I will go to Mengpotang to eat something later. Come back. After that, you have to kneel, I won't stop you."

The Frost Sky Palace is cold and silent. In the huge cold room, the white silk flutters gently, like gentle fingers brushing over the forehead.

Mo Ran slowly opened his eyes.

It is still the kind of ice coffin in memory, made of Kunlun Xuanxue, the body of the coffin is crystal clear and lingers with wisps of cold air.

It's just that the person lying inside is replaced by Chu Wanning.

Mo Ran never thought that in this life, in this sky crack, the person who died would be Chu Wanning.

He was caught off guard and couldn't even react.

Facing the cold body of this person, unexpectedly there was not much fluctuation, neither the joy of the death of the enemy nor the sadness of the death of the master.

Mo Ran was almost suspicious, and looked down at Chu Wanning for a long time. The face of that person was thinner and colder than usual, and now it was really covered with a layer of frost. Even the tightly closed eyelashes were frozen, and the lips were so cold The skin is bluish white, and the skin is almost transparent, and the light blue blood vessels can be seen, like fine fetal cracks on white porcelain.

How could he be the one who left?

Mo Ran raised his hand and touched Chu Wanning's cheek, the tentacles were very cold.

All the way down, throat, neck, no pulse.

Get it again.

He held his hand, the knuckles were already a little stiff, but it felt rough.

Mo Ran felt strange. Although Chu Wanning had small calluses on his fingertips, his palms were always soft and delicate. He couldn't help but look carefully, but what he saw was chapped and broken scars. Although they had been wiped, but But the wound will never heal again, and the flesh is still open.

He remembered what Xue Meng said.

"His spiritual power has been completely damaged, and he is no different from ordinary people. He can no longer use magic spells, and he can't transmit voices. He can only carry you behind his back and climb up the steps to the summit of life and death step by step..."

I couldn't hold it anymore, I couldn't stand up, I fell to the ground, knelt, and dragged until my ten fingers were worn out and my hands were covered with blood.

Take him home too.

The ink burned and murmured: "Did you carry me back?"

"..."

"Chu Wanning, is that you..."

"..."

"If you don't nod yourself, I won't believe it." Mo Ran said to the people in the coffin, his face was calm, as if he believed that the people in front of him would really wake up, "Chu Wanning, you nod. Nod I'll trust you, I don't hate you anymore...you nod, okay?"

But Chu Wanning was still lying like that, with a dull expression and cold eyebrows. It seemed that Mo Ran hated him or not. He didn't care at all. He asked for a clear conscience and left others in the world.

This person, alive or dead, is more annoying than painful.

Mo Ran sneered suddenly: "Yes." He said, "When did you hear me?"

He looked at Chu Wanning and suddenly felt ridiculous.

For a long time, he hated Chu Wanning because he looked down on him, because Chu Wanning didn't save the teacher back then and hated deeply.

Going round and round, this kind of hatred lasted for more than ten years, but one day, someone told him——

"Chu Wanning turned around and left at that time, because he didn't want to drag you down."

Suddenly someone told him——

"Watching the enchantment is twin, you have suffered multiple injuries, and so has he."

His spiritual flow was exhausted, he was unable to protect himself, he...

Well, that's really great.Chu Wanning is right in everything, what about him?

Keeping in the dark, knowing nothing like a fool, being played around like a buffoon, grinning and hating for so long.

What kind of? !

Misunderstanding this kind of thing, if it is short-lived, it is like a mass of dirt sticking to the wound when it heals. It is best to find it in time, wash it off and reapply the plaster.

But if it is a misunderstanding that lasts for ten or twenty years, the people trapped in the network have invested a long time in this misunderstanding, long-term care, long-term fetters, and even life.

These emotions have scabbed over and grown into new flesh, completely blending with the body.

Suddenly someone said: "That's not the case, everything is wrong."

So what should we do at this time?The dirt from that year has grown under the skin and in the blood with the years.

That is to tear apart the intact skin and flesh in order to settle the suspicion.

A year of misunderstanding is a misunderstanding.

Ten years of misunderstanding is a sin.

And from birth to death, a lifetime of misunderstanding is fate.

Their fate is thin.

The heavy stone gate of the Shuangtian Temple opened slowly.

Just like in the previous life, Xue Zhengyi carried a sheepskin wine bag full of shochu, and walked heavily to Mo Ran's side, sitting on the ground, shoulder to shoulder with him.

"I heard that you are here, and uncle is here to accompany you."

Xue Zhengyi's leopard eyes were also red, showing that he had just cried not long ago.

"Come and accompany him too."

Mo Ran didn't speak, Xue Zhengyi unscrewed the jug, drank a few sips, then stopped suddenly, wiped his face, and forced a smile: "I used to drink, and Yuheng saw it. Always unhappy, now... oh, forget it, let’s not talk, let’s not talk. I am not too old, but the old people who are sent away one after another. Ran’er, do you know what it feels like?”

"..."

The ink burns down the eyes.

Xue Zhengyi also asked him this question in his previous life.

At that time, he only had the withered flesh and blood of Shi Mei in his eyes, so what was the life and death of other people?He doesn't understand and doesn't want to understand.

But now, how could he not understand?

Before rebirth, he stood alone, and he was the only one left in the huge Wushan Temple.

One day, he woke up from a light sleep and dreamed of the old school under Yuheng's school. After waking up, he wanted to go back to his dormitory, but he opened the door and walked in. The small student room has been deserted for a long time. dusty.

He saw a small smoker overturned, but he didn't know who knocked it over and when it was knocked over.He picked up the smoker and subconsciously wanted to put it back in its original place.

But the time was rushing, he held the small stove, and suddenly froze.

"Where was this stove originally placed?"

He doesn't remember.

Falcon-like gazes flicked over the crowd following behind him, but those people all had blurred faces, and he couldn't even tell who was Zhang San and who was Li Si.

And they naturally didn't know where in the room Dijun's incense burner was placed when he was young.

"Where was this stove originally placed?"

He doesn't remember, but those who can remember such past events are all dead and scattered.

How could Mo Ran not understand Xue Zhengyi's feelings at this time.

"Sometimes I suddenly think of a joke when I was young, and I say it unconsciously, but I find that there is no one who can understand this joke."

Xue Zhengyi took another sip of wine, lowered his head and smiled.

"Your father, those comrades in the past... your master..."

He shattered light and asked, "Ran'er, do you know why this mountain is called ahhh?"

Mo Ran understood what he was going to say, but he was upset right now, and he didn't want to listen to Xue Zhengyi talking about his dead father again, so he said: "I know. Uncle cried here."

"Ah..." Xue Zhengyi was taken aback, blinked slowly, and there was a deep mark at the end of his tail, "Did your aunt tell you?"

"Ah."

Xue Zhengyi wiped away his tears and took a deep breath: "Okay, okay, then you know, what uncle wants to tell you is that if you feel uncomfortable, you can just cry, it's okay. A man has tears for the king, so don't be ashamed."

The ink burned but never shed tears, perhaps because the two lives have passed, the heart is as hard as iron, compared to the heart-piercing when the teacher passed away, the current self is so calm.So calm that he even felt his heart skip a beat at his own numbness.He didn't know that he was so cold.

After drinking the wine and sitting for a while, Xue Zhengyong got up. I don't know if his legs were numb after kneeling for a long time, or he staggered a little from drinking too much.

His broad hand patted Mo Ran's shoulder: "Although the sky crack is repaired, who is behind the scenes has not yet been found out. Maybe this thing is over like this, or maybe there will be a second battle soon Ran'er, let's go down the mountain to eat something, don't starve to death."

After he said that, he turned and walked away.

It was night at this time, and a waning moon was hanging high outside the Frost Sky Palace. Xue Zhengyi was stepping on the snow that would not melt all year round, carrying half a pot of turbid wine, and his rough voice like a broken gong sang a tune, singing about Shu Zhong A short song.

"I worship the old man as a ghost, but now I can be happy when I am drunk. I hide the wine under the osmanthus tree in the corner, and the rotten temples are already stained on the face facing the drink. The sky and dreams are broken and everyone travels far away. Abandon my old body and tears. May you live longer With Zhou Gong, let the king hold the wine and return it."

In the end, it is different from the previous life. It is not Shi Mei who died, but Chu Wanning, so Xue Zhengyi will have more emotions.

Mo Ran turned his back to the open door of the Frost Sky Palace, listening to the hoarse throat shouting, the man was clanging, but his voice was desolate.The sound of the song is like a vulture gradually going away, and finally swallowed by the wind and snow.

The sky and the earth are bright, the moon is high and people are small, everything is washed away very lightly, only one sentence remains, back and forth.

"Abandon my old body with tears...abandon my old body with tears..."

I don't know how long it took before the ink burned slowly down the Frost Sky Palace.

Uncle was right, even though the crack in the sky was repaired, the matter may not stop there.Chu Wanning is no longer there. If there is another fierce battle, he will be left to defend himself.

When we arrived at Meng Po Tang, it was already late, and there was no one there except the old woman who was cooking supper.

Mo Ran asked for a bowl of small noodles, and found a place near the corner to eat slowly.The noodles are spicy and warm in the stomach, he looked up while he was wolfing down, in the hot air, the lights in Meng Potang were dim, and his image was blurred.

In a trance, he remembered that after the death of Shi Mo in his previous life, he was far more self-willed than he is now. He refused to leave for three days and three nights, and he never ate.

Later, I was finally persuaded to leave the Shuangtian Temple and go to eat something, but I saw Chu Wanning's busy back in the kitchen.The man was clumsily rolling out the dough and mixing the fillings. There were flour and water on the table, and several neatly stacked rows of chao hands.

"Kangdang".

The things on the case table were swept away, and the tyrannical voice came through the billowing dust.It makes it difficult for Mo Ran to raise chopsticks today, and it is hard to swallow.

At that time, he felt that Chu Wanning was mocking him, trying to sting him with ill intentions.

But thinking about it now, maybe Chu Wanning really just wanted to replace the dead Shi Mei at that time, and cook a bowl of Chaoshou for him.

"What are you? Are you worthy of the things he used? Also worthy of the dishes he cooked? Are you satisfied with the death of the teacher? Do you have to drive all your apprentices to death and drive them crazy? Willing? Chu WanNing! No one in this world can make that bowl of Chaoshou anymore, and you can't imitate him like him!"

Every word cone heart.

He didn't want to think about it anymore, he was eating his noodles.

But how could he let it go, memories would not let him off lightly.

He recalled Chu Wanning's face more clearly than ever, without joy or sorrow, he recalled every detail of that time more clearly than ever.

I think of a slight tremor on the fingertips, a little flour crumbs on the cheek.

Thinking of the plump and white hands rolling all over the ground.

Thinking of Chu Wanning lowered his eyes, leaned over and slowly picked up the food that was no longer edible, and then poured it out with his own hands.

Pour it out with your own hands.

There is still more than half a bowl of pea noodles left.

Mo Ran couldn't eat anymore, he pushed the noodle bowl away, and fled away from this place that would drive him crazy.He ran wildly at the peak of death and life, as if he wanted to leave behind all the misunderstandings of the past ten years, as if he wanted to go back to the absurd rolling years, and catch up with the man who left Meng Potang alone.

Follow him and say something.

"Sorry, I hated you wrong."

Mo Ran ran without order in the dark night... But there were Chu Wanning's broken figure everywhere.The platform of good and evil teaches him to read and practice swords.Naihe Bridge, hold an umbrella with him and walk together.In the Qingtian Temple, I have been punished and traveled far alone.

He became more and more miserable and helpless at night.

Suddenly, I ran to a bright place, and suddenly felt that the clouds were clearing and the fog was clear, and the bright moon was hanging high.

Mo Ran panted and stopped.

Tower of Babel……

The place where he died in his previous life, the place where he and Chu Wanning met for the first time.

His heart was beating like a drum, his eyes were chaotic, he was chased by the tide of the past, unable to parry, unable to dodge, and finally forced here.

The moon is white and the wind is clear, when I first met you.

Mo Ran finally stopped running, he knew that he would never be able to escape, and in his life, he was destined to owe Chu Wanning.

He walked up the steps slowly, and walked under the crabapple tree that was still flowing.Stretch out your hand and stroke the dry tree furuncle, which is as hard as a cocoon in your heart.

At this time, it has been nearly three days since Chu Wanning died.

Mo Ran raised his head, and suddenly saw that the flowers and trees were gentle, vaguely as before.It wasn't until this time that a burst of endless sadness suddenly surged. He pressed his forehead against the tree trunk, and finally wept bitterly, tears pouring down like rain.

"Master, Master..." He choked up and murmured, and what he repeated in his mouth was the sentence when he first saw Chu Wanning, "You take care of me, okay...you take care of me..."

But things changed, and he was the only one left in front of Tongtian Tower, no one paid attention to him, and no one would come again.

After rebirth, Mo Ran is in the figure of a young man, but the shell contains the soul of the 32-year-old Ta Xianjun. He has seen too much life and death, and tasted the sweetness and sourness of the world. The expressions of emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy are not so sincere and clear, it always seems to be covered by a mask.

But at this moment, such confusion and pain suddenly appeared on his face, naked, immature, pure, and green.

Only at this moment, he really looks like an ordinary boy who has lost his master, like an abandoned child, like an orphan dog who has lost his home and can never return.

He said, you justify me.

You justify me...

However, what responded to him was only the whirling branches and leaves and the lush shadows of flowers.

But the person under Haitang who had handsome eyebrows and eyes back then would never and never be able to raise his head to look at him, even for the last time.

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