In the early morning of the second day, the sun shone through the window.
Chu Wanning opened his eyes, the bedding is warm, and the temperature of one person can warm the bodies of two people. He looked at Mo Ran's face quietly, in his eyes, this is the most handsome person in the world, the best person.
He didn't move, he was thinking, what porridge should we cook today?
Yesterday's drink has been finished, and Mo Ran starved to death and drank four bowls like a reincarnation, and there was nothing left.
He kissed Mo Ran's cheek, and asked: "I'll make you some more, okay?"
The man slept soundly, with the black eyelashes hanging down there, as gentle as two rolls of cattail grass, as if they would open their eyes in the next moment, and pulled him with a smile, and said to him: "I'm hungry, I'd rather go and give it to you at night." Let me cook a bowl of porridge."
And it seems that he will tell him affectionately and tenderly: "Everything Master does is good, I will like it."
The corpse was already cold, and the cheeks were cold to the touch, without any warmth at all.
Chu WanNing did not cry.
He got up, covered Mo Ran with a quilt, and then he went to the yard to gather firewood to make a fire. He cooked carefully and cooked well.
The water boiled, and the mist filled the air, and the rice porridge was gurgling and bubbling, with tiny bubbles. He skimmed off the foam with a colander, added some salt, covered the wooden lid again and simmered.
People who have been reborn once cannot be saved a second time by the rebirth technique.
Chu Wanning stood by the stove in a daze. There was a moment of clarity in his mind, and this moment of clarity almost killed him. He hurriedly restrained the trembling of his fingertips, and raised his hand to uncover the cover¡ª¡ª
Once the porridge is cooked, there will always be someone to drink it.
He now has fragmentary memories of Mo Ran. Mo Ran was very poor when he was a child, and he didn't have enough to eat. Getting a steaming pancake is something that can make him happy all day.
Mo Ran will not be wasted, so he will always wake up.
After the porridge was cooked, he went to the yard to clear the snow, and then picked a new wintersweet, took it home, cut off the branches, and soaked it in a small clay pot to raise it.
Plum blossoms are fragrant for ten miles, so Mo Ran can still smell the world while walking on the road.
No, his consciousness was confused again.
What is walking on the road, what is smelling in the world Mo Ran is clearly still lying here, exactly the same as yesterday, the day before yesterday and a few days ago, but his face is more clear and thin, and his face is paler.
He will still wake up.
In two lifetimes, whether it is resentment or hatred, love or pity, since they met, Mo Ran has never taken the initiative to leave himself. So gradually, the ink burned into his life, became the wind, became the time, became the spring flowing through the fingers, and the light draped in the long hair.
He is his day and night, and his world of mortals.
Chu WanNing strolled in this world of mortals. In this world, the snow will still fall, the cicadas will still sing, the autumn lotus will still die, and the summer flowers will still grow. Everything remains the same, so how can Mo Ran leave?
He is willing to watch over him, accompany him, day after day, waiting for him to wake up. Just like the Mo Ran in the previous life made a contract with Chu Wanning's body, in this life, yin and yang are reversed, and Chu Wanning also did the same thing as Ta Xianjun.
"Only the day I leave, you will leave."
Once standing in the red lotus water pavilion, Mo Ran was wearing a black robe, and said to Chu Wanning who had been sleeping forever.
"Stay with me."
Now, in the deep valley of Nanping, Chu Wanning is dressed in white, overlapping with the emperor of the year.
He stretched out his hand and caressed Mo Ran's bloodless face: " stay with me."
When the golden light rose, his spiritual power flowed into the corpse. From then on, even if the blue sky falls into the yellow spring, heaven and earth, as long as Chu Wanning still exists in the world, Mo Weiyu's body will not rot. Only after many years, when Chu Wanning passed away and the circulation of spiritual power ceased, will they perish together.
Turned into ashes, scattered into powder, scattered into mud and ground into dust.
He left with him.
The charcoal fire of the Tianyin Pavilion Temple was burning, and the light and shadows were transparently cast on the wall. Mu Yanli stood alone in the center of the hall, with his hands behind his back and his eyes closed.
Suddenly, the door of the temple opened, and a person walked in.
Mu Yanli didn't look back, and said lightly, "Are you here?"
"Here we come." The man took off his cloak and hood, revealing a face full of country and city. It was Shi Mei. "Sister Mu, don't you want to go to the apse?"
"There's nothing to see." Mu Yanli said, "It's just that you open people's chests and brains. The smell of blood is too strong, I can't bear it."
"Then there is no way, the medicine sect is like this." Shi Mo smiled, "Even if it is Jiang Xi of Gu Yueye, he will use a knife for the dead.; Because of the emotions in this secular world, her face finally became no longer so cold, no longer like a stone statue, an ice sculpture.
"Ah Nan, no matter in the previous life or in this life, no matter what you become, I can't do anything to you. I can't do it."
The tongue of fire in the charcoal basin rises faintly, dancing into interlaced red silk.
Shi Mo sighed: "forget it, this is a private matter, you can do it if you want to. But the first thing is a matter of success or failure, please do it properly, Sister Mu."
Mu Yanli closed his eyes, just at this moment the evening bell rang, and it descended solemnly from the turret on the top of the pavilion. The old clock of Tianyin Pavilion has been built for thousands of years, and its tone is still loud. In the lingering bell, Mu Yanli spoke slowly.
"I seeDon't worry."
On the second night after the conversation in Tianyin Pavilion, a serial murder case suddenly occurred in Bitan Village in Shangxiu Realm. Before this matter was thoroughly investigated, similar cases appeared one after another in the Huohuang Pavilion, Wubei Temple, Gu Yueye and other sects.
Soon, a single terrorist incident became a cycle, and people quickly discovered the crux of the problem¡ª¡ª
Zhenlong chess.
Zhenlong chess is everywhere.
All the towns and alleys, and the fairy gates of Huadu, no one was spared.
There are more and more chess pieces that have lost their sanity, killing people and setting fires everywhere, and all the sects in the cultivation world are too busy to take care of themselves, and they have no spare energy to manage the lives of the people.
Day by day, the river was stained red with blood, and one city after another became a deserted city. This disaster was more terrifying than any previous sky crack.
Because people are not even sure who is behind the scenes, and they don't know how to end this sudden massacre. But most monks believe that this disaster was planned by Chu Wanning and Mo Ran, whose whereabouts are still unknown. However, there are also people who have doubts. For example, a group of refugees gathered in the ruined temple at the moment, they commented: "If it is said that Mo Ran is making troubles, it is also credible. But why did Chu Wanning help him?"
"Who knows, maybe it's for a share of the action?"
Someone else said: "I don't think it's as simple as taking a share. You all saw the robbery that day. If it was just an ordinary master and apprentice, would they be so emotional? In my opinion, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran The relationship is not normal at all.¡±
"Ah you mean?"
"Longyang is good, master and apprentice are good friends."
The upper and lower lips and teeth touched each other, and they were not stingy with foul language.
Those people sitting together showed expressions of extreme astonishment and disgust, and murmured: "No way? He is the Big Dipper Immortal"
"Then don't forget that Chu Wanning accidentally died when he was mending the sky. His apprentice, Mo Ran, risked his life to save him in hell. Although the master and apprentice love each other deeply, it is a matter of a narrow escape. If it's for you ,Can you do it?"
Silent about convenience.
A bean pod cracked in the bonfire, making a crunchy sound.
"And the time at Jiaoshan, have you heard? Before Shi Mingjing was taken away, he said something."
"What?"
"I don't really remember the details. The situation was critical at the time, and many people didn't think about it carefully. After thinking about it carefully, I always feel that there is an ambiguity between the lines."
Someone frowned and said, "But I heard that Shi Mingjing is Hua Binan, can you believe his words?"
"What nonsense!"
Everyone was taken aback by the yelling, and turned around to see a man with wide eyes: "How can such words be taken seriously! It is clear that Mo Ran is pouring dirty water on Shi Mingjing!"
"Brother Li, why are you so excited"
The man said: "Why am I not excited? My life was saved by Shi Mingjing!"
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"I was in Jiaoshan at the time, and Hua Binan gave us a poison called the core worm. If Shi Mingjing hadn't used pupil therapy to undo it for me, I would have died on the spot! If Shi Engong was Hua Binan, why did he bother to break the curse for us?"
The burly man became more and more excited as he talked, until finally his eyes became moist.
"Engong was injured by Hua Binan in order to save us, and his life and death are still unknown, but he still has to be slandered by Mo Ran. I I am not worth it for him."
As he spoke, he burst into tears. The other people in the ruined temple didn't know what to do for a while, they all looked at each other¡ª¡ª
On one side are Shi Mingjing and Tianyin Pavilion, and on the other side are Mo Weiyu and Chu Wanning. There are doubts on both sides, but obviously the latter has more doubts and is more suspicious.
There was a female cultivator in the crowd. Looking at the bright and dark fire pond, she suddenly whispered: "Actually I was also in the team when I was fighting against Xu Shuanglin on Jiaoshan that day. What Shi Mingjing did is related to Mo Ran I've seen what they did, and neither of them seem like bad guys."
"But between the two of them, one of them is always lying?"
The female nun shook her head: "Who is lying is a very important matter, I dare not make a judgment. But I want to say something I saw with my own eyes."
Seeing that everyone turned their eyes to her, she was a little embarrassed, coughed lightly, and said: "At that time, everyone was injured, Mo Ran and Chu Zong Chu Wanning was not in a good condition, sitting by the side to rest. I Inadvertently saw, Mo Ran secretly stretched out his hand to touch Chu Wanning's face." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com)When I was in Shuanglin, I was also in the team. I have seen what Shi Mingjing did and what Mo Ran did, neither of them seem like bad guys. "
"But between the two of them, one of them is always lying?"
The female nun shook her head: "Who is lying is a very important matter, I dare not make a judgment. But I want to say something I saw with my own eyes."
Seeing that everyone turned their eyes to her, she was a little embarrassed, coughed lightly, and said: "At that time, everyone was injured, Mo Ran and Chu Zong Chu Wanning was not in a good condition, sitting by the side to rest. I Inadvertently saw, Mo Ran secretly stretched out his handto touch Chu Wanning's face." (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com