That night, Mo Ran fell asleep leaning on the Begonia tree.
There are many places on the top of life and death, and there are traces of Chu nightning's life. If you want to pay tribute, it is better to go to the red lotus water pavilion, but he can only rely on this flower tree, his heart will not hurt so much, and he can feel it. A little bit of human breath.
He once thought that it was his great misfortune to worship Chu Wanning as a teacher. This worship was wrong from the beginning.
But only today did he understand that the unfortunate person was not his Mo Weiyu, but Chu Wanning, who stood in the midst of the flowers and bowed his head in contemplation.
"Xianjun, Xianjun, you take care of me."
He vaguely remembered the first sentence he and his master said, and it seemed like this, maybe there was a slight deviation in the words, and it was too long, and he no longer remembered it so clearly.
But he can clearly recall the dazed and slightly stunned face when Chu nightning raised his eyelashes.
Between his eyebrows, he looked very gentle.
Now that the ink is burning under the flower tree, he thinks that if time can go back to the day when he chose a teacher, he should no longer pester Chu nightning anyway and let him accept himself as a disciple.
Because of that moment of raising the eyes, the price to be sent is the endless entanglement after that, and the life of Chu nightning.
two lifetimes.
He was destroyed by himself.
two lifetimes...
His throat twitched and he closed his eyes with choked sobs. He fell into a light sleep after a long, long time in the pain that devoured his heart.
Then, the memory that he had never dared to touch easily since his rebirth, broke free from the shackles in his sleep, held up a knife, and dug out his heart.
At that time, he had already reached the top of the world, and Chu nightning had already been abolished, and he was under house arrest and could not be free.
It has suffered several assassinations in succession. The last assassination was even jointly made by Xue Meng and Mei Hanxue. Although the ink burned because of the powerful mana, he did not die on the spot, but he was also seriously injured and raised a full one in the palace. After more than a month, I regained my energy.
It was raining in the middle of Shu, and during that period, it was even more pattering all day long.
The ink burned in a heavy brocade robe, and the jade-colored five fingers pinched the robe. Standing under the porch, looking at the dark sky outside, the expression on his face was a little happy and a little crazy. He didn't say a word, but everyone could feel the distortion on his body. He has a very handsome face, but the light in his eyes is often gloomy and tyrannical, without the slightest warmth.
The longer he sat in the high position, the more somber it became.
There were footsteps behind him, and he didn't look back, just said, "Come here?"
"Are you going to destroy Kunlun's Snow Palace?" Chu nightning's voice sounded faintly in the hall.
The ink burned and said: "So what?"
"... You forgot what you promised me? You said you would not hurt Xue Meng's life again."
The ink burned his heart and said calmly: "The master came, and he didn't ask how I was injured. Standing here with the wind blowing cold or not, just care about who I kill and who I don't kill?"
"Mo Weiyu, I'm here to tell you, don't do anything you regret again."
"Oh, regret? The person who should regret is you, Master. Back then, when I killed Confucianism, you fought my life and death, and the spiritual core was shattered. Now I want to slaughter the Snow Palace. You are no different from mortals, even with me. You no longer have the ability to duel, don't you regret your meddling back then?"
After the ink burned, he turned his face and looked back, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes flashed with light; "Chu nightning, you are a waste now, what can you do to stop me?"
Perhaps it was because there was really nothing left, and Chu night Ning was speechless for a long time.
There was a thunderous explosion, and the rain poured down the roof tiles and beams.
Chu nightning finally closed his eyes, and when he opened it again, he said softly: "Don't go."
The black robe flew over, and the ink burned and turned around.
Behind him is the lead-grey sky, the wind and the rain, he looked at Chu Wanning in the hall, and then said: "Why don't you go? I gave Xue Meng a chance, that year you were willing to be under me for him. Youfu, I kept my promise, I took your man, and let him die—now he wants to kill me, but tell me, why don't I go?"
"… "
"What? Can't speak?" Mo Ran sneered, "Rebuke me, insult me, Chu nightning, aren't you very capable? I know that Xue Meng is your heart and you are the most proud. His disciple, you think he has the heart of a child, and I am a piece of mud on the sole of his shoe."
"Enough." Chu nightning's face was pale, and his eyebrows were tight, as if he was trying to suppress something.
"Not enough! How is it enough?" When the ink burned, the cruel pleasure in his heart became more and more powerful, anger, ecstasy, hatred, jealousy, all kinds of intense emotions were like cooking oil with fire, tormenting his heart.
His eyes were very bright and gleaming, and he paced back and forth.
"There's no second chance, Chu nightning, he doesn't have a second chance. I'm going to kill him, peel off his skin and step on his feet, and drink his skull with wine! I'm going to take out his liver and intestines. , chopped his flesh and blood to stew soup! You can't stop me! - Chu nightning, you can't stop me!"
His eyes were red, and the more he talked, the more happy he became, almost maddened.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed the placket of his shirt and slapped him in the face.
"Crazy enough!"
Chu nightning's face was so close, he saw the other party's eyelashes trembling, and there were tears in his eyes.
"Ink burning... Wake up, wake up..."
"I'm awake!" The hot pain in his cheeks made him more and more mad. He stared at Chu Wanning's face, and suddenly angered the sky, "I'm awake! It's you who sleeps! Are you blind?"
He pushed him away, tore open the placket of his shirt, revealing the blood-stained gauze underneath.
"Are you blind? Chu nightning!" He roared, poked his chest, and felt that it was not enough. He ripped the gauze off, and set off a blur of flesh and blood...
"Who did this? Your good apprentice! Xue Meng! If his Dragon City is a little bit more biased, I will die! Tell me, why should I let him go!"
"In your eyes, only his life is life, and mine is not, right?!" Under the hatred, Mo Ran suddenly grabbed Chu Wanning's hand and put it on his bloody wound, "You Don't you want to stop me? Well, I'll give you a chance to take out my heart! - Chu nightning, you have the fucking ability to take out my heart!!"
"..." Chu nightning's fingertips are shaking, so ice, so cold.
The ink burned and stared at him, furious, violent, and the blue veins in the neck were shaking.
He hoarsely said: "You take it."
It was pouring rain outside, knocking on the eaves of the tiles, making me feel like a madman.
Dead silence.
Nobody moved.
I don't know how long it took, the ink burned finally let go of Chu nightning's hand, panted lowly, and said solemnly: "The lives of Xue Ziming and Mei Hanxue, I have to decide."
"… "
"You hate me, Master." Mo Ran said, "Anyway, I will be like this in my life, and we will be like this in this life. We can't look back, so let's go on blindly. On Huangquan Road, I'll drag some old friends for company."
That day, Chu nightning looked at the black back of his far away, and finally said a word.
He said: "The ink burns, if you destroy the Snow Palace and kill Xue Meng, I will also die in front of you. I have nothing to exchange with you, but I can at least choose to die."
The ink burned and listened, paused, and then turned half a handsome face to the side, and smiled in the drowsy wind and rain.
"With this seat here, you can't die."
"… "
"I can bring you back from the Yanluo Temple with all your blood. Even if you disgust me in your life, you have to live with me." After the madness of the burning ink was released, the face gradually returned to the usual calm and cold killing. Calmly, he said, "My good master, you will stay on the top of life and death, and when I catch Xue Meng and come back, I will let him take a good look, the god he cares about day and night, what is it under me now? Obscene and slutty. Anyway, I should let him die clearly and clearly."
However, Mo Ran never thought that Chu Zongshi would still be Chu Zongshi after all.
A month later, Mo Ran fulfilled the rhetoric he said, and he stood proudly on the top of Kunlun Mountain, in front of Tianchi Lake. Mei Hanxue and Xue Meng have been captured by him, put them on the icicle, and then use the Zhenlong chess game to control the mind of thousands of people in the snow palace, and let them slaughter each other in front of Mei and Xue.
The white and majestic snow-capped mountains were dyed red in an instant, blood stained Tianchi, and soaked the mountains.
The ink burned and sat in front of the palace gate of the Snow Palace, while eating the grapes handed by the servants, while smiling at the scene in front of him.
He asked Xue Meng, whose eyes were almost out of focus, and he said, "Mengmeng, do you look good?"
"..." Xue Meng did not respond, as if he had lost his hearing.
Mo Ran was very satisfied with this, and he smiled more and more intimately. He asked again: "Do you like the performance that my cousin showed you?"
"... You let go of the Snow Palace."
Suddenly hearing such a faint whisper, the ink burned and blinked and asked, "What?"
"You let go of the Snow Palace." Xue Meng's always burning eyes no longer have light, "Let them go, let go of Mei Hanxue... That assassination, the one who wants your life is me, you kill me. , don't punish others."
The ink burned and laughed: "Are you negotiating conditions with me?"
"No." Xue Meng opened his eyes empty, he said, "I'm begging you."
The proud man said, I am begging you.
The devil in his heart was suddenly pleased, and the ink burned his eyes with brilliance, and he seemed to be interested. He pinched Xue Meng's chin and forced the other party to look up at himself. He was about to say something, and suddenly the sky lit up. From the blue brilliance.
"what happened?"
Before the entourage he brought had time to answer, he saw above Cui Wei Xuefeng, a radiant magic circle stretching for thousands of miles, covering the entire Kunlun Mountains.
Above the array, Chu nightning's white clothes are like snow, and the clothes are flying, standing in the clouds.
In front of him hangs a strangely shaped guqin, the whole body is black, the tail of the qin is upturned, and the lush branches and leaves are scattered.
-Chu Wanning's third Shenwu, "Nine Songs".
The author has something to say:
Although Gouzi 0.5 is insane and incurable, but inexplicably likes to write 0.5-related plots, hahahaha~
Welcome to help the master of the previous life to beat the dog of the previous life, hahaha~