"Her words, don't hide it from Master, I already knew it in Peach Blossom Spring."
In fact, I knew it in my last life, but I can't tell the truth with Chu Wanning. The ink burned and said with a smile: "When I was walking on the road, I heard Mei Hanxue and the people in the snow palace talk about her. At that time, I believed that Mei Hanxue's vision could not be wrong. Later, I paid close attention to observe, and I was more certain that Ye girl would not be a man."
"Why?"
"Didn't Shizun find that her collar is always pulled high when she wears clothes? It's the kind that covers her neck. The pattern is very strange. It's fine for ordinary people to have one or two. She is like this."
"… Did not notice."
Mo Ran took the empty hand and gestured to Chu nightning: "It's all in this position, almost like this."
As he said, the abdomen of his fingers inadvertently touched Chu nightning's Adam's apple. The slightly raised place was very fragile. He couldn't help but dawdled for a while there. He thought that his master was so cruel, It's so wild and untamable, but it will expose such a weak place in the throat between his fingers, and it's too exciting for him to squeeze it.
For a while, I forgot to look at the road. The sword was fast and fierce. When I heard Chu Wanning's "be careful!", it was too late to stop the momentum. .
"Bang!" There was a loud noise.
The ink burned completely, but I remembered to hold the hand of Chu Wanning tightly. He whispered "Night Ning" in anxiety, but it was too urgent, and the sound of the trees breaking in the ear was so noisy, Chu nightning and Did not hear.
Chu nightning is simply dizzy, Yujian Yujian, what sword! Is it bad to run on the eaves with your feet on the ground? Don't be squeamish!
The two fell to the ground, the ink burned first, and the back slammed into the gravel woodland. Although it would not be injured, the pain was certain. But he was lying on his back, watching the stars twinkle through the branches, and suddenly he felt very happy—
Haha, fortunately, the one who fell below is him, not Chu Wanning.
He couldn't help laughing, although Chu night Ning hit his chest, and his ribs also hurt, but even if it hurt, he couldn't help but want to laugh. He bent his eyes, grinned, and his dimples were deep. Yes, full of obsession.
As soon as Chu nightning looked up, he saw him smiling like this, and he couldn't help but be furious: "What are you laughing at?! Are you stupid?"
Mo Ran took the opportunity to hold him and hold him in his arms. Although it was not appropriate, at this time, he just wanted to raise his hand to touch Chu Wanning's hair.
He thought so, and he really did.
Chu nightning is right, he is probably really stupid.
"Master..."
He rubbed the hair of Chu nightning, and the night seemed to give him a key. The box that imprisoned private love was opened, and the intimacy in his words could no longer be controlled and flooded.
This call is too tired, so tired that Chu nightning is first stiff, and his heart is flustered. He hurriedly picks up his vicious majesty: "What are you shouting? You can also fall with a sword, so good."
The ink burned lightly and sighed, and finally touched his hair again, clearing his throat and smiling bitterly: "The teacher blamed me, please ask the teacher to get up from me."
Although what he thought in his heart was, please, Master, please lie down in my arms for a while.
But such words obviously cannot be said.
Chu nightning had a black face, got up neatly, and pulled the ink up by the way.
"How's it going?" he asked stubbornly, "Where is the injury?"
"It's okay." Mo Ran smiled, "I have thick skin and thick flesh, and I can withstand falling."
Chu nightning just wanted to say something, and suddenly found that there was a wilted flower on the head of Mo Ran, it was estimated that it was touched when it fell, and it happened to fall on the top of his hair, and he couldn't help but squinted his eyes: "Your brain..."
"Are you hurt?"
The ink burned up and touched it, but it was good.
"No, it's blooming."
Chu night Ning Xin picked up the flower and handed it to him expressionlessly. Mo Ran was a little embarrassed, and rubbed the back of his head shyly and shyly, and his smile was even brighter.
"..." Chu nightning turned his head and coughed lightly, "Since it's okay, let's go forward."
The ink burned and said: "Yu-"
"No Yu." Chu nightning looked back angrily and glared at him, "Qinggong!"
"... Light work is light work." Mo Ran beckoned, and reluctantly took the heavy sword back into the Qiankun bag.
However, the deeper you go into the forest garden, the denser the trees are, and the speed of Yujian is actually not as fast as light power.
The cool wind hit the face, slightly calming the heart that burned the ink and couldn't bear the stirring.
Chu nightning's voice suddenly came from the front, his tone was very flat, and he asked very indifferently: "Song Qiutong has moles on his legs, how do you know?"
The ink burned for a moment, caught off guard, and with a "bang", the majestic grandmaster slammed his head into a pine tree again.
Chu nightning: "...Are you night blind?"
"Well, no." Mo Ran said, "Sorry, I'm a little absent-minded today."
Chu nightning frowned slightly, and then seemed to have figured out something, and was furious: "Does the mole on Song Qiutong's leg make you think about it? The most important thing for a cultivator is to have a pure heart and few desires. What else to fix?"
Mo Ran was speechless for a while, and I felt that what Chu nightning said was very reasonable, but Chu nightning got the wrong object. The beauty he was craving was not Song Qiutong, but the temperament in front of him. Angry man.
He sighed and looked at Chu Wanning's brows and eyes were very soft: "Master, I don't like Miss Song's appearance. You think too much. She has moles on her legs, which is also the person I listened to Xuanyuan Pavilion auction house before. What I said was not what I saw with my own eyes, so don't be angry, Master."
"What's wrong with me?... Well, let me ask you, since Ye Wangxi is a woman, why is there no cinnabar in Song Qiutong's hand? It shouldn't be a coincidence."
"It's really not a coincidence. Master, do you still remember the bracelet I gave Song Qiutong before?"
"Um."
"There is a technique on that chain, which was created by me." Mo Ran paused, "It took four days, and the creation is not very good, but in a short time, as long as Song Qiutong wears the chain, it can be covered. The cinnabar from the cold scale holy hand on her hand."
"..." Chu nightning stopped talking, but his expression was a little ugly.
He felt that the ink burned something was hiding from him.
Mo Ran has changed a lot over the years, and he has learned his own 70% meddling temperament, but the so-called nosy thing means seeing the injustice on the road and helping him with all his strength. It took so much trouble, and even to create a small spell to reveal someone's true face and prevent her from marrying into the Confucianism, it was too much.
Unless Song Qiutong and Mo Ran have a big festival, or Ye Wangxi has a big relationship with Mo Ran, this guy should not do this.
The ink burned in such silence, and also felt the mood of Chu nightning.
He flew a short distance behind Chu Wanning and said, "Master."
"What?" Chu nightning was faint.
The things of the past life can't be said, but Mo Ran didn't want to make Chu Wanning feel uncomfortable. After thinking about it, he decided to tell Chu Wanning half of his true feelings: "Master, Ye Wangxi, she is a A very good person, she spent a lot of money in Xuanyuan Pavilion and saved a woman she never knew, you know that."
"Um."
"But Ye Wangxi likes Nangong Si, can Shizun see it?"
"... It's alright, I can see it tonight."
"Master, it's good to see it. Because I already knew the true identity of Miss Ye, I always understood her intentions. Besides Song Qiutong, she didn't know Ye Wangxi was a woman before, so she was only in awe of her. That's it, there's nothing wrong with her. But if she married Nangong Si, then the Confucianism Sect would not necessarily keep this secret from her. With Song Qiutong's character, she would definitely see women who also love Nangong Si as a thorn in her side."
The ink burned for a while, he thought of the previous life, Song Qiutong felt the private love of himself and Chu Wanning, jealous in his heart, even when he was not in the palace, he pulled out the ten nails of Chu Wanning.
Such a woman, what would happen if Ye Wangxi fell into her hands? The answer is self-evident.
Song Qiutong's evil deeds are like pulling her nails. They will not be too sensational, enough to make her hide behind other people's bigger evil deeds, and enough to make her linger behind other people's evil deeds.
In this world, doing good is the same as doing evil. It is the sky that falls to the top, and kills the kindest person first, such as Chu Xun, who is pushed out by the hands of the weak. Kill the most vicious people first, such as stepping on the immortal emperor, the whole world will be cut down, and ten thousand people will be executed.
However, if it weren't for the piles of small evils piled up, in the torrent of time, if it weren't for the wicked people who were not one after another, they cut a knife and a scar on the ink burning.
So, in this world, will there really be a slight rain of treading the fairy
Chu nightning said: "If you care about this matter, are you not afraid of getting burned?"
Mo Ran also knew that this time he showed too much edge.
But Ye Wangxi was the one who dragged down the sea of blood in his previous life. In this life, even if the rise and fall of Confucianism has nothing to do with him, he also owes Ye Wangxi a life, so even if it is out of line, even if it will cause suspicion, he will go without hesitation. did this.
Not only Chu Wanning, he wants those who have wronged him in his previous life to live better, and he still hopes that he can atone for his sins.
"I'm afraid." Mo Ran said, "But since I know the truth, I always want to be at ease."
Although Chu nightning still felt that the ink-burning move was too aggressive, but after listening to him, he didn't think much about it. It happened that at this time, there was a strong smell of fishy sweetness in the wind, and it was also alive with it. There is some kind of powerful spiritual current that suddenly rises ahead.
Before Chu Wanning reacted, the ink burned has changed color, and he whispered: "Not good. It's a chess game!"
"In that direction."
In the thick dark night, the fishy wind filled the air, ghosts and spirits were already crawling out of the crack in the sky, and five pillars of light rose from the ground, which were the five paths of gold, wood, water, fire, and earth, which were exactly the same as when Caidie Town underwent a shocking change.
Chu nightning's eyes were cold and he said: "It's him."
Mo Ran naturally knows who he is talking about, Jin Chengchi, Peach Blossom Spring, Caidie Town... Five years of cessation, and now he is back, it is the person who has been potential behind the scenes, the fake gouchen!
But there is a vague feeling in Mo Ran's heart. This time, the Zhenlong chess game is completely different from the previous ones. There is no disguise, no disguise... That person seems to feel that the victory is in his hands, and he is determined to win.
The birds in the forest were startled, fluttering around with their feathered wings. The ink burned and sprinted, and hurried to the sky with Chu Wanning one after the other.
When I got close, I saw the ghosts and ghosts gushing out of the cracks, and the ink burned and muttered: "Uninterrupted hell..."
This time, it is the same as Caidie Town five years ago, it is still an endless hell!
The ink burned almost hurriedly looking back, grabbing the arm of Chu nightning: "Master, you don't want to go there!"
"...Don't be silly."
Mo Ran also knows that this is stupid, but he has seen two times in his life, and the consequences of those two times are like a nightmare lingering. Now that he sees this third time, how can he not Worried
But what's the use of saying "you don't go".
A person's heart is extremely difficult to change. Even if he is given thousands of opportunities to choose, he will not turn around and escape in front of the disaster, so the ink burns and looks at Chu nightning. I don't know what to say.
Chu nightning glanced at him and said, "Rest assured, I will act cautiously."
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand and summoned Tianwen, and the golden light shone through his slender body, and fireworks flew everywhere.
The ink burned and stared at the eyes of Chu nightning, and finally sighed, and there was a dazzling light in his hand, and the ghost burst out of the air, holding the ink burning fingertips, the fiery red brilliance and the golden light of Tianwen added radiance and beauty to each other, the two Seeing weapons across the world, they are all calm and powerful, and they are irresistible.
"...Okay, I get it, I don't advise you. I'll accompany you whatever Master wants to do."
The dazzling spiritual light shone in their eyes, the fierce red scorching the flowing gold, and the flowing gold smudged the fierce red.
"I am with Master."
Chu nightning looked at the appearance of Mo Ran, who was going to fight with himself. He felt warm and helpless. There were too many emotions in Mo Ran's eyes. Dare to be sure what the extra feelings are.
So he raised his hand, poked Mo Ran's forehead, and said, "There is no reward."
The ink burned for a moment, and when he took Chu nightning's hand down, when he held it in his palm, he tried his best to restrain himself from kissing his lips. He smiled and said: "Well, if there is no, there is no, let's go."
Shenwu Lingguang is like a fairy shadow in the night, golden and red gradually swept to the core of the hinterland of the hunting jungle.
Ganquan Lake.
Chu nightning and Mo Ran took their breath away, hid in the orange forest, and looked over there. The spiritual current that supplied the lake water was cut off. In the harsh cold night, a thick layer of ice formed on the surface of the lake. Four formations were drawn around it, each with a dazzling weapon.
Chu nightning whispered: "Four gods with different attributes?"
The ink burned for a while, and then said: "The theft of Shenwu in the past five years is really related to him..."
"But when he was in Caidie Town, he used a living heart, why did he suddenly change the formation?"
Mo Ran was about to say something, but his mouth was pointed by Chu nightning: "Silence, look over there."
Following his gaze, Mo Ran saw a group of Confucian guards walking slowly on the lake in the distance, and the young monks who had hunted in the jungle before were also among them, and their chests were drawn out of a steady stream of spirits. The flow, gathered towards the different attributes of the gods, these powerful and pure spiritual power make the light of the gods continue to increase, the light goes straight to Xiaohan, and then opens a huge crack in the night sky, driving the endless hell into madness tear it apart.
The ink burned and opened his eyes: "What are they doing?"
"It seems that these guards have lost their minds, and they seem to be controlled by the Zhenlong chess game." Chu nightning frowned, his expression was gloomy, his eyes glanced in the crowd, and suddenly stopped. His face suddenly turned pale, and he was uncharacteristically, holding the ink-burning shoulder tightly, his fingers trembling.
"… "
"What's wrong?" The ink burned and turned his head. After a while, he saw a familiar figure walking in the crowd, and said in horror: "Xue Meng?!!"