The ink burned pale, and he summoned the weapon that he had just gathered in disbelief, watching a cluster of firelights light up in his palm, and he was summoned to the ghost, lying in the palm of his hand.
Comparing the two, the weapon that killed Eighteen, except that it didn't have a handle, was exactly the same as a ghost, as if it had been hanged from a ghost - is there a second ghost in this world? !
Before thinking deeply, suddenly there were footsteps coming from far and near, flying at an extremely fast speed. Chu nightning was quieter than the ink burning, he pondered a little, and his eyes suddenly stunned: "The ink burning, put away the hell first!"
"what-?"
That's too late.
A group of people have swept to the entrance of the cave of trials, there are feathermen, there are monks of various sects cultivating in Taohuayuan, and there are even Xue Meng, Ye Xijun, Shi Mei in the crowd... It seems that someone has noticed the cave of trials. The strangeness of the side has called almost all the people to come here.
So when the crowd arrived one after another, what they saw was Eighteen who died tragically outside the cave, with willow vines tied around his neck, squeezed into flesh and blood. And the ink burned and a half-old child was embarrassed. It was obvious that they had experienced a fierce battle. The ink burned was covered in blood, and what he was holding in his hand was the hell with a dangerous fire...
Silent.
I don't know who suddenly shouted: "Murderer, murderer!"
The crowd slowly became noisy, panic, anger, and whispers converged into a stream, buzzing and shaking the periosteum. "Murdered", "Murderer", "He Juxin", "Crazy Heart" and "Crazy Man" are constantly repeated. The crowd of people is like the corpse flow in the fantasy world, which gives the ink an illusion, just like a fantasy world. It's not over yet, the nightmare continues.
The blood of Lin'an City two hundred years ago seems to be still flowing.
"No..." His throat was dry and he took a step back. "It wasn't me..."
After a short pause, someone grabbed the hem of his clothes.
The ink burned and lowered his head in confusion, and saw a pair of clear eyes of Chu nightning.
He murmured unconsciously: "It's not me..."
Chu nightning nodded and wanted to protect him behind him. But what can he do with such a small child at the moment
I was anxious, and suddenly I felt that the ink burned and took a step forward.
More and more people shouted: "Arrest him! And that kid! Arrest! Murderer!"
"You can't let them escape, it's too dangerous! Catch them quickly!"
The ink burned back and pulled Chu nightning, brought him behind him, blocked him, and then lowered his head for a while, gradually calming down.
"I didn't kill Eighteen Girls. Listen to my explanation."
The faces in the crowd were so blurry that they overlapped with a time in his past life that he couldn't bear to recall. He barely saw Xue Meng in those figures, Xue Meng looked unbelievable, and then he saw the teacher, the teacher opened his eyes, his face was terrible, and he couldn't stop shaking his head.
Mo Ran closed his eyes and said solemnly: "I didn't kill people, but I didn't plan to escape. Before you arrest me, you should listen to me for a defense, right?"
However, even if Mo Ran said so, no one would listen to him. Anxiety and anger pervaded the crowd, and a female crown said sharply: "You, you have been arrested for murder, what is there to argue!"
"that is!"
"Anyway, arrest them both! If you really wronged them, it won't be too late to release them!"
"Get it! Get it!"
Xue Meng recovered from the initial horror. He came out of the crowd, facing the angry and twisted faces, with his back facing the ink, and said loudly: "Please be quiet and listen to me."
"Who are you!"
"Why should I listen to you!"
"Wait, this looks like Phoenix?"
"Phoenix? The pride of the sky? Is that Xue Meng?"
"It's him..."
Xue Meng's face was very ugly, almost pale, he took a sigh of relief and said slowly: "Please listen to me. These two are my disciples at the top of life and death, and I believe they will never do it. It's murdering innocent people. Please calm down first, and listen to their explanation first."
"… "
After a moment of silence, someone suddenly shouted: "Why should we believe you? What if you are a disciple of the top of life and death, you must know them well and know them like the back of your hand?"
"That is, people are separated from each other, even if they are from the same family, how much can they understand!"
Xue Meng's complexion is getting worse and worse, his lips are clenched, and his fingers are clenched into fists unconsciously.
Behind him, Mo Ran pulled Chu Wanning to stand. He was actually a little surprised when he came out of Xue Meng. He had no deep friendship with this cousin in his previous life and always looked down on each other. Later, he became a human being. Jie Dizun, who is omnipotent in burning, killing, looting, and "Phoenix'er" naturally entered two camps that were incompatible with water and fire.
Therefore, he never expected that in such a situation that thousands of people were referring to, Xue Meng would turn his back to him and face others.
The ink burned my heart and said: "Xue Meng, you... believe me?"
"Bah! Dog thing, who believes you?" Xue Meng turned his face halfway, and said in a bad tone, "Look at what you're doing! It's obviously a year older than me, but I want to give it to you. You clean up the mess!"
"… "
After scolding, he turned his head and shouted at those people in a more vicious voice: "What's the matter? Why don't I understand them? One of them is my junior brother and the other is my cousin! Do you understand, or I understand? "
"Xue Meng..."
"Are you going to die after listening to a few explanations? With so many people watching, could it be possible for them to put on their wings and fly after a while?"
At this time, the teacher also came out, but he seemed to have no more momentum, weak and weak, and said: "You Xianjun, I can also protect the two of them, the eighteen girls are definitely not hurt by them. , please listen to the explanation, thank you..."
Ye Wangxi actually stepped forward. Although he did not bail for the two of them, he was much calmer than those smoky people.
Ye Wangxi said: "Even if you want to detain them temporarily, you should give them a chance to defend themselves. If not, wouldn't the real murderer be cheap, and what if that person is hiding among you and me?"
When he said this, the others looked at each other in dismay, with a hint of vigilance in their eyes.
"...Okay! Then I'll let you explain!"
"But you still have to catch it! Be cautious!"
"I'd rather catch the wrong thing than let it go!"
The ink burned and sighed, and added his forehead with his hand. After a long while, he actually smiled.
"I didn't expect that there were people who were willing to believe me. Well, well, even if I get caught, I will rush at the three of you, and I won't be angry anymore."
He simply made the virtual realm into reality, what happened in the territory, and the fact that he saw Eighteen being killed after he came out.
It is a pity that after the Shura realm is broken, it will be a new fantasy realm for others to enter, so it is impossible to verify whether the ink burning is true or not, but if he made it up, then he will piece together such a story in a short time. , it is really difficult.
Therefore, after he finished speaking, there were more than half of the crowd, which seemed a little shaken.
A more distinguished Yumin whispered a few words to his subordinates, and then said: "Mo Ran, Xia Sini, although the two of you have words, but there is no evidence after all. Before everything is checked, for the sake of Taohuayuan's comprehensiveness, You still have to be wronged that you are imprisoned for a period of time."
The ink burned helplessly and smiled: "I will do it, I know it will be like this. You give me food and drink, and I will not say anything."
"It's natural." Yumin paused for a while, then added: "From now on, the monks in Taoyuan need to be on strict guard to avoid another accident. If there is no monk who arrives in time, I will send someone to inquire one by one. Exclude suspicion. In addition, I will inform the heads of all factions about this matter, especially the most involved life and death summit, if possible, I would like to invite the two masters to come and talk about it."
"Master?!" As soon as the ink burned, his face changed.
Chu nightning silently did not say a word.
"I don't want to invite Master! Can I change my uncle?"
"If a disciple is ill, he should inform his teacher. This is the rule of the cultivation world since ancient times. Is your life and death different?"
"not me… "
The ink burned and scratched his head anxiously, sighing again and again, and didn't know what to say.
There is nothing wrong with the disciple, and the matter should be reported to the master.
But thinking of Chu Wanning's pale face, the cold and cold eyes. Mo Ran felt that even if he came, he would definitely be indiscriminate. He taught himself a lesson first, and it was better not to meet.
But no matter what he said, things were hard to change.
He was locked up with his younger brother.
The secluded place of Peach Blossom Garden is a small cave. The entrance of the cave is filled with ancient thorns that only obey the orders of the Feathermen.
Everything in the cave is simple, only a large and rough stone bed, covered with golden red cushions woven from feathers, a stone table, four stone stools, a bronze mirror, and several sets of dishes and tea sets.
Mo Ran and Chu Wanning were placed under house arrest together.
Although the matter has not been finalized, Yumin, who is in charge of supervising the two, seems to be on good terms with Shiba. She died for no reason.
On the first night, the Feathermen knew that they would bring some food. The food was not plentiful, but it was enough. However, on the second day, they just randomly threw some raw meat, vegetable leaves, rice, noodles, and salt into the cave, saying that they didn't have the time to take care of their food, and let them take care of what they wanted to eat.
"Just take care of it yourself, it's just cooking, who wouldn't?"
The ink burned and squatted on the ground angrily, picking up useful ingredients.
"What do you want to eat, Junior Brother?"
"… It will be all right."
"Oh, the most difficult dish in the world is called 'you can'. Let me see, there are pork belly, cabbage... Tsk tsk, this bird man is really stingy, and the cabbage is all clams. I gave some flour and japonica rice. , The amount is quite a lot, and I don't know how many days it is." He counted and asked Chu Wanning, "Want to eat or eat noodles?"
Chu night Ning was resting on the stone bed, he heard the words and thought a little, and then said: "Face."
After a pause, he added another sentence: "rib noodles."
"...Ahaha, you are so embarrassing for me, where did you get the ribs?"
"It's whatever, it's fine."
The ink burned cross-legged and sat on the ground, with his hands on his knees, dragging his cheeks, and after thinking for a while, he said, "There is not much material here, shall I make you a bowl of shaozi noodles?"
"saozi noodles?"
"Like it?"
"It's okay, is it spicy?"
The ink burned and smiled: "Look, in what the bird man gave, you can't even see the shadow of pepper."
Now that it has been discussed what to eat, the ink burned and started to make noodles. Chu nightning was short and not strong enough, so he was too lazy to help, just lying on the bed, lazily watching the ink burning and kneading the white soft dough, and gradually his eyes became gentle.
Suddenly I feel that this is also very good. Mo Ran doesn't know who he is, so he can stay with Mo Ran all the time. When cooking, he will ask him what he wants to eat, which is really good.
I was even a little uneasy, feeling that I had gotten too much, as if I had stolen it from a child named "Xia Sini".
The ink is burned and the noodles are cooked, and the fried minced meat is put on it. The condiments given by Feathermen were pitiful, and he really couldn't make any dishes with all the flavors and tastes, but the noodles were very chewy, and the hardness was just right. The pork belly was cut into a layer of fat and the pork was simmered. Zira poured it on the surface while it was hot, and it was very fragrant when it was evenly mixed.
"Junior brother, eat..." He raised his eyes and saw that Chu nightning had fallen asleep, still lying on his stomach, with his head resting on his arms, his face sideways, long eyelashes, and a serene expression.
"It's dinner..." He murmured the second half of the sentence, then walked to the bed and touched Chu Wanning's jade-like hair.
"It looks like you really look like Shizun. I don't know what relationship you and Shizun have with the Chu family in Lin'an, and I don't know who wants to harm us, alas... I don't know where Shizun is now. What to do, if you know what happened here, will you blame me indiscriminately."
Speaking of this, the burning eyes were dim, and the fingertips curled a strand of black hair of Chu nightning, and sighed faintly.
"You don't know him. Whenever something happens, he always scolds me... He doesn't like me very much."
It's a pity that Chu nightning fell asleep. This sentence is like a misunderstanding in the past and this life. They have been entangled for decades.
The noodles were almost cooler when the ink burned and so on, and when they didn't burn their mouths, they called Chu Wanning up.
"Senior brother, it's time to eat."
Chu nightning covered his mouth and yawned, and dazed for a while.
"Oh, eat..."
The ink burned the noodles. He loved to cook, but he didn't like to wash the dishes. In order to wash one less utensil, he simply put all the noodles in the pot that was just fried.
Chu nightning was slightly surprised by such a bold and informal meal, opened his eyes slightly, and looked at the big pot of noodles in disbelief: "This... how to eat?"
"Let's eat together." Mo Ran handed him a pair of chopsticks, and he put his hands together and smiled, "The competition will start soon! Who can eat more noodles? Let's wait and see. "
"… "
After the ink burned, he squinted his eyes and smiled more happily. Chu nightning stared at him for a while and said: "It seems that as long as you have something to eat, you will be special..."
"Extremely happy, right?"
"Um."
"Haha, people take food as their heaven."
The ink burned, and it was not polite. First, I took a big chopsticks and noodles, and the cheeks that I sipped and eaten were bulging: "Ugly is ugly, but the plain taste is good."
"..." Chu nightning's face is not good-looking, "Eat, don't suck."
"Hahaha!" Mo Ran patted his thigh and smiled, "You kid, I am too similar to my master. He also told me not to suck, but guess what? Once I ate with him and dumped it on purpose. Putting a bone in his bowl makes him angry, hahahaha-"
Chu nightning gritted his teeth and said: "You are really presumptuous!"
"Yes, yes, yes! That's the reaction, how do you know? Oh, you're still learning a lot. Hey, Junior Brother, I think you two may be distant relatives. Seriously, when the Master comes here, you can ask him carefully. ? Hey—you don't grab that half of the fried egg from me—"
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Feeding the fish: Do you want to eat or noodles
Big white cat: It's cold, it's better to eat dog meat (sneer)