Chapter 100: The Master's Last Words

Mo Ran creepy.

He had only seen Chu Wanning's Nine Songs once in his life, and that was in a duel to the death, when Chu Wanning summoned the Nine Songs, an ancient zither whose sound cracked through the air and penetrated the clouds.

The living beings, beasts and birds controlled by Zhenlong's chess game are brought back to their senses by the sound of Nine Songs, a long song that disrupts Mo Ran's millions of pawns.

Shenwu can be summoned, which requires the mobilisation of a spirit core and a large amount of spiritual energy.

How could Chu Wanning, who could not even recall his usual Heavenly Questions, suddenly summon the "Nine Songs", which were even more powerful than the Heavenly Questions?

The battle on Tianchi Lake was no less dramatic than the one between the master and his disciples.

But Mo Ran doesn't remember so many details, and after this bloody battle, he finally has no one left to talk to.

In fact, even after Mo Ran's death in his previous life, he did not understand why Chu Wanning could summon Nine Songs with the power of his own soul.

It's a bond that no Shenwu and his master would ever have, but Chu Wanning has done it.

That day, the Zhenlong pieces made by Mo Ran shattered into dust at the sound of the zither, the power of the Nine Songs more pure and powerful than he had ever seen before, so powerful that he even suspected that Chu Wanning's spirit core had not been shattered at all, that for all those years, Chu Wanning had been pretending, holding back his shame and wanting to avenge his past shame.

He could not help thinking later that it would have been better if it had been. If Chu Wanning was really faking it, then maybe things wouldn't have come to that.

That would be so nice.

Nine Songs destroys Mo Ran's forbidden spell, waking up the monks who had fallen to fighting each other and even shattering the spell's icicles that imprisoned Xue Meng and Mei Hanxue.

Mo Ran swept up to the clouds, his robes tugging at him, anger and joy in his eyes as he tried to see just how many more of Chu Wanning's amazing moves he had yet to pull off.

He stepped on the upper end of the boundary and came closer, standing in front of Chu Wanning.

He saw the pale, slender hands slow down and stroke the strings of the Nine Songs, and the instrument stopped.

Chu Wanning looked up, his face white as snow and ice in the sunlight.

He said, " Mo Ran . You come here."

Ghostly, he walked over towards him.

The end of Chu Wanning's fingers flicked and a few wisps of turquoise light tumbled towards Mo Ran, surging towards his heart.

But the light did not hurt, it lingered on his chest, slowly seeping into his skin and muscles, and it was indescribably warm.

" Xue Meng The sword that hurt you, I healed it for you." Chu Wanning sighed softly, "Let him go, Mo Ran, if he too is gone, who else can you turn to in the future if you want to talk about the past"

Before Mo Ran could react to what he meant by this statement, the strong boundary under his feet disappeared, along with the Nine Songs harp summoned by Chu Wanning.

He immediately raised his hand to call for the Stranger's Sword, and only then did he stand still in the clouds, but Chu Wanning was like a fallen leaf, as if that song had exhausted the last of his strength left in his life.

" Wangning "

He suddenly paled and swept down with his sword, snatching the man in his arms before he was about to fall into the cold Tianchi Lake.

" Chu Wanning you you"

Chu Wanning's eyes, mouth, nose, eyes and ears were closed and blood was pouring out of them.

His dignity was so important to him that even as a prisoner in Wushan Palace, he never bent his back and rarely embarrassed himself, but now he was bleeding from all sides, and his normally upright and elegant appearance was in such a state of distress and disorder.

Chu Wanning swallowed a mouthful of blood and said hoarsely, "You say that death is not up to me but you see, Mo Ran, you have underestimated your master after all. If I were determined to leave, you could not stop me."

"Master Master" Mo Ran looked at him and felt a chill rush to his heart, his scalp tingling, and he actually cried out in such a helpless manner.

Chu Wanning laughed and looked as if he was in some pain: "Originally, I had been living with a sense of resignation, thinking that I would stay with you for a few more years so that I could teach you not to commit more sins, but now..."

Mo Ran was shivering, holding the person in his arms, and he suddenly felt scared.

Fear.

This emotion, which had not belonged to him for more than a decade, now struck him so suddenly and devastatingly that it almost dug into his heart.

"But now I know that only my death may be the only way to stop you from being evil."

As he said this, he seemed to be in extreme pain. The forceful summoning of Nine Songs had simply overwhelmed his body, shattering his internal organs somewhere else, gushing blood out in great gulps, and Mo Ran landed by Tianchi Lake with him in his arms, looking frantic with hidden pain, sending a constant stream of spiritual energy into his chest.

But when that powerful force reached Chu Wanning, it went down like a bull into the sea and never returned.

Mo Ran was genuinely flustered as Fairy Tramper wrapped her arms around the man in her arms and held on for dear life, failing again and again, only to try and part with the spirit flow again and again.

"Useless Mo Ran, I have called Nine Songs at the end of my life, life and death are decided, if you still have a glimmer of clarity in your heart then please let it go"

Who to let go of

Xue Meng, Mei Hanxue

Kunlun Snow Walk Palace, or the entire Xianxia sector

Yes, he could let them go as long as Chu Wanning lived, as long as the man he hated so much didn't just die.

Chu Wanning shakily lifted his hand and his cold fingertips, seemingly compassionate and intimate, nudged a little on Mo Ran's forehead.

He said, "Just please spare yourself."

The grimace on Mo Ran's face then froze in this instant.

Who to let go of

Who was he thinking of before he died

Let yourself go

Is that what he said?

Fairy Tramper held him, seemingly a little bewildered and a little relieved, seemingly in severe pain and seemingly contented.

"Spare myself your last wish is for me to spare myself."

Mo Ran muttered, his eyes covered with blood, and he suddenly burst out laughing, a laugh like a caracal blaze that pierced through the clouds and burned away all reason and divine sense.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha."

His mute, mocking laugh echoed throughout the Kunlun hills, twisted, disfigured and unnerving.

Chu Wanning gulped down blood in the midst of Mo Ran's mad laughter. If he had had the strength, he would have looked in agony, but he no longer even had the strength to frown, except for a pair of phoenix eyes, once sharp, determined, stern or gentle, full of sorrow.

Pure as Tianchi Lake snow, hazy as frost on a tile.

Chu Wanning's eyes fade out of focus, fade in and out of focus, those once brilliant, lightning-bright eyes, fading into nothingness.

He finally whispered to Mo Ran, "Don't laugh, it's hard for me when you do that"

""

"Mo Ran, in this life, no matter what happens afterwards, I have failed to teach you well, I am the one who said you were bad and difficult to understand, I am the one who made you weak, I will not complain in death. He tried to shed tears, but his eyes were slowly spilling blood down his cheeks.

Chu Wanning cried and said, "But do you really hate me so much that you won't even give me a moment of peace?"

" Mo Ran Mo Ran stop it, wake up, turn back you turn back"

Wake up!

He told him to wake up, but he, himself, opened his eyes in bewilderment and slept so.

Mo Ran did not believe, he did not want to believe, that Chu Wanning had died like that.

A generation of masters, high in the mountains, their own master, the man they hated so much, died like this.

Lying in his arms, by the blood-soaked Tianchi Lake on Tianshan Mountain.

Little by little, the cold turns to frost and snow and freezes into ice.

Chu Wanning's face was covered in blood, and Mo Ran looked down for a moment and lifted his sleeve, haphazardly trying to wipe it off.

But there was too much blood, and the more he wiped, the dirtier the otherwise cool, clean face became. Mo Ran pursed his lips in a fury and wiped hard.

Instead, they got a bloodstained face.

None of the five senses can be seen too truly anymore.

He finally stopped laughing.

He closed his eyes and whispered, "You win this time, Chu Wanning. I can't stop you from dying."

After a pause, he resumed opening his eyes, where the head looked deep black and cold, but burned with the fire of a great abyss.

He said, "But you also underestimate me. If you don't want to live, I can't stop you, but if I want you to stay alive, you can't stop me just the same."

Mo Ran did not announce the life or death of Chu Wanning, he brought the man back to the top of the dead and alive.

He had already acquired the Tongtian magic, which could keep the body immortal forever.

It was too hard to get him to admit that he had killed the last person in the world who was hanging on to him.

As long as Chu Wanning's body is not ashes, as long as he can still see him every day.

He could then feel that Chu Wanning was not dead.

Whether it was his mad hatred or his twisted love, there was still a place to vent it, a place to rest.

Fairy Tramper, finally going downright crazy.

After Chu Wanning was gone, he went to the red lotus watering hole every day to see his corpse, and for the first while, with a vicious gleam in his eye, he spat uncontrollably in front of that corpse, saying, " Chu Wanning, you deserved it."

"You have crossed all the people of the world but not me, you hypocrite."

"What kind of a master are you? I was blind to take you as my master in the first place, you bastard."

And then, every day, he would tire of asking, "Why did you sleep so long? When will you wake up?"

" Xue Meng I have spared you, you are almost ready, get up for me."

Every time he said such things, the servants around him would think he was out of his mind and crazy.

His wife, Song Qiutong, also thought he was mad. She was so scared that she took advantage of a rare moment of good cheer to say to him on his pillow, " Mo Ran, you can't come back from the dead, I know you're sad, but you"

"Who is sad?"

""

Song Qiutong is a very good judge of character, and has been very careful around Mo Ran over the years, so when she saw that his face was unpleasant, she immediately stopped talking and said with downcast eyes, "I was wrong.

"Don't." Mo Ran didn't let her off easy this time, he narrowed his eyes, "You spit the words out, swallow them for what you tell me, who's sad"

"Your Majesty."

The thunder in Mo Ran's dark eyes was thunderous as he suddenly sat up and grabbed Song Qiutong by the neck, picking up the woman he had just been with and throwing her off the bed with one hand.

His face changed to that of a leopard, the face of a ruthless jackal and a tiger.

"What people can't come back from the dead, who died and who is going to come back" Mo Ran bit off one word, so hard, so hard, "No one died, no one is going to live, and even less is going to be sad"

Song Qiutong's lips trembled as she tried to struggle, but she had barely uttered the words "Red Lotus Waterfront" when Mo Ran's eyes turned red with rage.

" red lotus water pavilion only a sleeping Chu Wanning, what do you want to say what do you want to tell this seat about sinful animals"

Song Qiutong saw him lose his restraint in anger and shuddered, not knowing what Mo Ran would do if he went on like this, so he took a gamble and raised his voice, "Your Majesty, the person lying in the water pavilion of the red lotus is a deceased person, how can I not be worried if you spend your days dwelling on this? "

She says it subtly, so that Mo Ran won't blame her, and ends up describing her own selfishness as concern for Mo Ran.

Mo Ran stared at her, his breathing steadily settling, as if he had more or less listened and stopped shouting angrily at her.

He took a moment to say, "I've got you worried."

Song Qiutong breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I am willing to risk life and death for the sake of Your Majesty's well-being. Your Majesty is deeply in love, but you should not be so demoralised."

"And what do you say to this throne?"

"I am only saying this for Your Majesty's sake. In my opinion, we should bury Master Chu on the day that he is no longer here.

"What else have you said that you haven't said enough, so why don't you say it all today?"

Song Qiutong's heart eased a little when he saw his expression easing.

She lowered her half-rolled eyes and turned her head slightly sideways, knowing that she looked most like Shi Mingjing in this way.

She is convinced that Shi Mingjing is Mo Weiyu's weakness, although she doesn't understand why her finely groomed imitation of Shi Mingjing's features doesn't interest Mo Ran.

Although this unpredictable man loves his company, he has not been able to touch himself since the wedding unless he is extremely distressed or drunk. Song Qiutong thinks that perhaps this is because Mo Ran is not so fond of women, but in any case there is clearly nothing to do with Shi Mingjing.

Not only her, but the whole of the top of death and life knows that the man who died years ago was the love of the Fairy Tramper emperor.

Chu Wanning is nothing.

Song Qiutong thought that it was just a plaything for the Fairy Tramper, a man who was tired of fucking. Although Chu Wanning gave her life for Mo Weiyu's restlessness and longing after her death, she understood that it was just a moment of guilt, a moment of discomfort.

She was confident that with a face that resembled Shi Mingjing's, the living dead man in the red lotus watering hole would be no match for her.

But Mo Ran can't go on like this. The world is in turmoil and war is raging, and she fears that she has followed the wrong master, and that if Mo Ran's power is gone, she will never find a Tongtian tree to cling to now that she is no longer young. So she sincerely hopes that Mo Ran will regain his spirit and stop being so mad.

So she thought about it, weighed the pros and cons, and mustered up the courage to say, "With Master Chu gone, there is no one else worthy of the red lotus water salon."

Mo Ran said, "Good. You go on."

"I think, in that case, your Majesty will only be touched by the scene if you go to the water pavilion, so why not"

"How about" Mo Ran narrowed his eyes.

"Why don't we just close the red lotus water pavilion? It would be a good story to have only one master living in one pavilion."