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Master, please take care of me.
This is the first sentence that Mo Ran said when they first met in Tongtian Tower.
At that time, Chu Wanning closed his eyes, Mo Ran called him, and he raised the eyelash curtain.
This is also the last sentence that Mo Ran said when they parted at the Red Lotus Waterside Pavilion.
At that time, Chu Wanning closed his eyes, Mo Ran called him, but he never looked up again.
In a word, after wandering from the Tongtian Tower for half a lifetime, to the edge of the lotus pond, the dust finally settled.
Be it the hatred or the love of these years, it all dissipated, and it was completely cold.
Mo Ran drank the last altar of Lihuabai, walked down the southern peak of life and death, and walked into the afterglow of his own doom. On the second day, the rebel army attacked Wushan Temple, only to find that Ta Xianjun, who had been a disaster for the world for ten years, committed suicide at the age of thirty-two.
Until now, two lifetimes have passed.
Mo Ran opened his eyes.
He slept under the flower tree in front of the Tongtian Pagoda all night. When he woke up, he was still at a loss, not knowing what was going on.
He just murmured subconsciously: "Masteryou talk to me"
Then he remembered that in this life, Chu Wanning is no longer there.
In his previous life, he was used to suffering, and Chu Wanning was the one who accompanied him to the end. He didn't want to be a villain in this life, but Chu Wanning couldn't see it anymore.
Maybe God couldn't bear it, or maybe there was a destiny in the dark, Chu Wanning had already disgusted him in his previous life, so in this life, he was the first person to leave.
Mo Ran covered his eyelids with his arms, and endured the choking of his throat.
He heard Xue Zhengyi's anxious cry from a distance. His uncle was looking for him, and his uncle was shouting: "Ran'er¡ª¡ªwhere are you? Ran'er!"
The teacher is also calling him: "Ah Ran, where are you come out quickly"
"Ran'er, come back to accompany Yuheng! Don't do anything stupid, Ran'er!"
Accompany Yuheng.
Accompany him
Mo Ran got up from the ground, staggered, and stumbled to follow the sound.
He can't collapse, he can't collapse - he still has a lot of things to do, the mastermind behind the scenes has not yet been found out, not to mention that the catastrophe may happen again at any time, let alone the catastrophe, the death and life peak suffered heavy losses, A thousand wastes are waiting to be done Xue Meng has lost his mind in pain, and he can't get up again in pain. He can't collapse.
He endured and held back.
He told himself, no more pain, no more pain.
He has experienced the death of Chu Wanning more than once, and it doesn't hurt anymore.
No pain¡¡
But how could it not hurt!
More than 3,000 long steps, he crawled back with his back on his back, how could it not hurt
Exhausting the last bit of spiritual power and giving myself the spiritual flow of the whole body, how could it be painless
Obviously I also suffered the same injury, in order not to drag down my apprentice, I made a look of resignation and left on my own How could it be painless
In the previous life, Chu Wanning's injury was actually the same as that of the teacher, but he didn't say it. If he didn't say it, Mo Ran wouldn't know.
He still roared at Chu Wanning, and vented his endless hatred towards Chu Wanning. He knocked all the handcuffs that Chu Wanning worked so hard for him when he was still injured and fell to the ground.
Chu Wanning lowered his body in front of him, lowered his head, picked them up one by one, and threw them all away.
How maybe it doesn't hurt
How could it be painless! !
He dug Chu Wanning's heart! How could it not hurt! ! How can it be¡¡
Mo Ran couldn't go on anymore, he endured in the same place for a long time, calmed down for a long time, trembling all over, trembling all over.
it hurts.
He buried his face in the palm of his hand, bit his lips tightly, and swallowed the crying and dripping blood together.
It took a long, long time before he managed to calm down his emotions.
He raised his head, his eyes were red, then took a deep breath, and slowly walked down the endless long steps.
Can't collapse.
"Uncle."
"Ran'er, where have you been? You're going to kill me. If something happens to you, what face will I have to see Yuheng in the future?"
"It's my fault." Mo Ran said, "I'm fine, let my uncle worry about it."
Xue Zhengyi shook his head, didn't know what to say, he just patted Mo Ran's shoulder, and said after a while: "I don't blame you, I don't blame you, you are much better than Menger Sigh"Ran, and did not see how he came in. A monk wearing a bamboo hat and half-worn cassock was already standing firmly in the Danqing Hall.
He is like a thunderbolt, and the stop position is just in front of Mo Ran, and the distance is a bit abrupt.
"Hold me late at night, don't bother to move."
A deep and gentle voice slowly came from the eaves of the bamboo hat, and Mo Ran and Shi Mo were surprised when they heard it.
How does this voice sound like a centenarian should have?
Before he could think about it, he saw that besides the green hat, in the lights of the main hall, he could only see that it was a man in his thirties. Clear and clear, as if the river and the sea are condensed.
"¡¡Who are you¡¡"
The monk clasped his hands together and bowed in a low voice: "Amitabha, the poor monk is guilty."
No one expected that Master Convicted, who was at least over a hundred years old, looked younger than Xue Zhengyi, and he was dumbfounded for a while.
However, Mo Ran and practice together are not stupid. He thought that Huai Gui was a person who had given up on ascension and stayed in the mortal world. Except for the final rebirth and crossing the catastrophe, he is no different from a god, so he is a little relieved. But his eyes couldn't move away from him.
Gui Gui didn't want to disturb more people, so only the three of them sat in the Danxin Hall. Mo Ran personally served hot tea to the master, took it with guilt, thanked him lowly, but didn't drink it, only put the tea on the red sandalwood table, and then slowly raised his head.
Although he was very gentle and courteous, he did not make detours, but went straight to the point:
"Benefactor Mo, please forgive the poor monk for being presumptuous, but the poor monk came today because of an old friend."
Mo Ran's heartbeat jumped up suddenly, he felt dizzy before his eyes, and his knuckles slammed the corner of the case, with such a force that it almost crushed the table.
He stared at the face of the guilty master, and all the words from his previous life hit him like a snowflake again¡ª¡ª
"It is said that there is only one person in the world who has successfully used the technique of rebirth among the three forbidden techniques, but the rumors are rumors after all, and I don't know if it is true or not"
"Where is the guilty master? No matter how much I pay, I will save the teacher and come back!"
"Your Majesty doesn't know something, guiltyhas passed away many years ago. He didn't write anything in his life, and he only left a sentence about rebirth, "Change your life against the sky, it's extremely dangerous." Besides, the film No words left"
Those fragmentary words rushed past the pinna.
"The Master of Condemnation is deep in the reincarnation of humans and ghosts."
"It is rumored that he can communicate with the ghost world. If he is still in the human world, Brother Mingjing may be able to revive his soul. It's a pity, alas"
"The master of guilt is the ghost that is still in the yang world, and the things of yin and yang are not around him."
Mo Ran took a deep breath, and was surprised that his voice was trembling.
"Old friend old friend"
He murmured, his eyes followed the clear eyes of the guilty master.
Mo Ran was as light as a mosquito groaning, and fine sweat even oozes from the back of his back. He asked in a low voice: "Who is the old friend?"
The monk stood up slowly, and in the dim candlelight, there was no shadow under his feet.
The sleeves of the thin yellow robe hang down, the clothes are half worn, but there are no wrinkles, floating in the wind like ghosts. This master really taught people that they couldn't see through the numbers.
Mo Ran could almost hear his own heartbeat, and he couldn't help standing up with Gui Zui, and the two looked at each other.
"Master." If there is a bright mirror hanging high at this moment, he can see a ray of extravagant hope unconsciously in his brows and eyes, and because of this extravagant hope, he pleads again, "Who for the old man"
is it him?
is it him?
Huaigui suddenly lowered his eyelashes, sighed and folded his hands together: "Little apprentice Chu Wanning, died seven days ago. Tonight is the night of his return. The poor monk couldn't bear the white-haired man to send the black-haired man, so he came to the pinnacle of death and life, begging the mercy of the benefactor Mo, Return the old monk as a disciple." (Remember this site website: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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