Chapter 102: The Master's Master

Master, you've got to pay attention to me.

These were the first words Mo Ran spoke when they first met at Tongtian Tower.

At that moment, Chu Wanning's eyes were closed, Mo Ran called him and he lifted the curtain of his eyelashes.

These were the last words Mo Ran spoke when they parted at the red lotus watering hole.

At that time, Chu Wanning's eyes were closed, Mo Ran called to him, but he never looked up again.

In a word, from the Tongtian Tower, which has drifted for half its life, to the lotus pond, the dust has finally settled.

All these years of hate and love are dispersed, and it's all cold.

Mo Ran finished his last jar of pearly whites and walked down the South Mountain at the top of death and life, into the afterglow of his own doom. The next day, the army stormed Wushan Palace, only to find Fairy Tramper, who had plagued the world for ten years, dead at the age of thirty-two.

Now, two lifetimes have passed.

Mo Ran opens his eyes.

He slept under the flowering trees in front of Tongtian Tower and woke up in a daze, not knowing what was going to happen.

He just subconsciously mumbled, "Master you pay attention to me"

Then it occurred to him that Chu Wanning, in this life, was also no longer with us.

In his previous life, he was used to a hard life and Chu Wanning was the one person who was with him until the end.

Perhaps the gods were not willing to let him go, or perhaps it was his destiny that Chu Wanning had already disgusted him in his previous life, so in this life he was the first to leave.

Mo Ran put her arms over her eyelids and fought back a small lump in her throat.

He heard Xue Zhengyong's anxious shouts from afar, his uncle was looking for him, his uncle was shouting, " Mo Ran where are you Mo Ran "

Shi Mei was also calling out to him, " Mo Ran, where are you?

"Mo Ran, come back and stay with Yu Heng. Don't do anything stupid, Mo Ran."

Keep Yu Heng company.

Keep him company

Mo Ran then rose from the ground, stumbled and stumbled, and followed the sound.

He can't collapse, he can't collapse he still has a lot of things to do, the person behind the curtain has not been found out, not to mention the change in the sky may be repeated at any time, let's say that this disaster, the top of death and life lost a lot of money, a lot of waste waiting to be raised Xue Meng has lost his mind in pain, pain can't get up, he can't collapse.

He then held back and pressed on.

No more pain, he told himself, no more pain.

Chu Wanning's death, which he had experienced more than once, did not hurt.

No pain

But how could it not hurt?

How could he not be in pain after crawling back up over 3,000 long steps with him on his back

Exhausting the last bit of spiritual energy and giving all the spiritual flow of his body to himself, how could it not hurt

How could it not be painful to leave on one's own, after having suffered the same injury, in order not to drag down one's pupil, by acting as if one had broken off one's love and despair?

In his previous life, Chu Wanning was injured in the same way as Shi Mei, only he didn't say anything about it, and if he didn't, Mo Ran wouldn't know.

He still yelled at Chu Wanning, venting his endless hatred for him as he flipped all the scribblers he had worked so hard to wrap for him while he was still recovering from his injury to the ground.

Chu Wanning drew up short in front of him, bowed his head, went to pick them up one by one and dropped them all.

How can it not hurt?

How can it not hurt?

How can it not hurt when he digs into Chu Wanning's heart?

Mo Ran couldn't go on, he held back where he was for a long time, calmed down, shaking and trembling all over.

It hurts.

He buried his face in his palm and bit his lip, swallowing his sobs along with the dripping blood.

It took a long, long time before he could barely smooth himself out.

He tilted his head back, his eyes red, then took a deep breath and slowly, slowly, walked down the endless long steps.

It cannot collapse.

"Uncle."

"Mo Ran, where have you been? You're killing me. If anything happens to you, I'll never be able to face Yu Heng."

"It's my fault." Mo Ran said, "I'm fine, I've upset my uncle."

Xue Zhengyong shook his head, not knowing what to say, but patted Mo Ran's shoulder and said after a long time, "I don't blame you, I don't blame you, you're much better than Xue Meng."

Mo Ran asks hoarsely, "Where is Xue Meng?"

"Sick, high fever, just drank the medicine and fell asleep, fortunately, he woke up crying, no amount of persuasion could persuade him." Xue Zhengyong looked very tired, "The incident of the Heavenly Rift in the Infernal Hell has caused an uproar in the Xianxia community. The Upper Fairy World also started to send people to look into what had happened, but those behind the scenes were extremely clean and Butterfly Town had been razed to the ground in the bloody battle.

Mo Ran was not surprised to hear that the man's skills had clearly been beyond all expectations, even his own.

The man who could have killed Chu Wanning would not have been able to get away with what he did.

" Upper Fairy World, what are they going to do"

Xue Zhengyong said, "For this matter, they have decided to send their leaders to discuss it at the top of Lingshan Mountain. I am leaving tomorrow, but I am not comfortable with Xue Meng in this state."

He's right. Butterfly Town was the scene of the death of the world's greatest master, Chu Wanning, so Upper Fairy World couldn't have stood by and done nothing, even if it was indifferent.

"Who exactly was the person who laid the formation to open the boundary."

"Why did he do it for the sake of it."

"And what should be the next move of this man."

These three cross-questions hovered like vultures in the minds of everyone who wanted to know the answers, but after half a day of investigation, they were still at a loss and had no choice but to join hands.

Mo Ran said, "Uncle, don't worry, I will help my aunt to take care of all the affairs in the school."

"That's good, that's good alas suffering you all."

With Xue Zhengyong gone, and Xue Meng in a state of distraction, the backlog of assignments fell on Mo Ran's shoulders.

Mo Ran immerses himself in his papers, not daring to tire for a moment, because if he stops to think, if he stops for a moment to rest, the intense pain and regret will drag him down into the abyss, torturing his tattered soul. He could not bear to bend over the scroll day and night to escape the endless guilt and torment he felt inside.

When the infernal hell was cracked, the mortal world was in full swing. Many demons and evils that had been dormant for a long time took this opportunity to re-emerge and cause harm in all directions. These days, there are mountains of requests for help from the top of death and life. Mo Ran was so busy that he forgot to eat and sleep, often rushing to the Loyalty Palace at dawn and returning late at night to rest.

But even so, he still gets caught cold in a sea of books, with pieces left behind by Chu Wanning.

"The Green Stiff is making waves, and the 82 old and weak families of Fengling Village are overwhelmed by the disturbance. Fortunately, there is a Mecha Night Wanderer made by the Elder of your school, which can temporarily protect against the evil spirits. However, it is not a long-term solution, so please"

The candle tears slowly slide down and the stamens of the lamp burst into a flurry of flowers.

When Mo Ran came back to her senses, she realised that she had been staring at the letter for a long time, rubbing her fingers over the words 'Night Wanderer' and remembering Chu Wanning in the red lotus watering hole with her ponytail, chewing on a file and concentrating on applying tung oil to the mechs.

Mo Ran let out a long sigh and tapped her fingertips on her forehead, rubbing them gently over it.

Suddenly, I heard a knock at the door.

" Shi Mei "

The beautiful young man, clad in pale white, came in, put down the tray in his hands next to Mo Ran's scrolls, rolled his sleeves and flicked on the candle, then said in a warm voice: "Mo Ran, it's been a long day, have something to eat."

"Good thing too."

Mo Ran smiled bitterly, put the dossier down and pinched his vaguely throbbing brow.

"I made a bowl of ginseng and chicken soup and stir-fried a few plates of stir-fry." Shi Mei laid out the dishes and tested the temperature across the bowl, "It's okay, it's all still warm."

As they ate, Shi Mei saw a strand of hair falling from his forehead, making his handsome face a little haggard, and reached out to twist it for him.

" Mo Ran ."

"Hmm."

"There was something you wanted to say to me the other day."

Mo Ran was so confused that she didn't respond for a moment, looked at him and asked, "What day?"

"" Shi Mei pursed her lips, lowered her eyes and said, "It was the day the sky split."

""

"You said you went to help help your master mend the crack in the sky, and there's one thing, if you still want to talk to me when you get back," his voice trailed off, and his head dropped.

In the sea of candles and flowers, Shi Mei's snowy earrings seem a little red.

Mo Ran stared for a long time, but was unable to speak for a long time.

For Shi Mei, he felt undoubtedly deeply in love, but he really didn't have the heart for it at the moment, not at all.

It is true that he was shameless and unconventional, and it is also true that he did not take the world's criticism to heart and did not know what moral propriety was.

But that doesn't mean he doesn't have a heart.

"I'm sorry." After a long silence, Mo Ran said softly, "I'm having a hard time, and I don't think this is the time to talk about it, so I'll tell you about that later, okay?"

Shi Mei suddenly raised her face, her beautiful eyes full of consternation.

Mo Ran let out a bitter smile, reached out his hand, hesitated for a moment and rubbed Shi Mei's hair, "I'm always stupid as a person, and with so much to deal with these days, I I don't know when I'll ever be able to settle down and straighten everything out. I'm afraid I'm being too hasty."

Even the warmth of the candlelight could not hide Shi Mei's pale face.

"Sloppy"

After a pause, he suddenly smiled.

" Mo Ran, when life and death were at stake, I thought what you were going to say was something that had been well thought out."

"Yes." Mo Ran frowned, "I've been carrying that around in my mind for a long time and it's never changed, but"

"But."

"Not now."

With his hands balled up in a fist between his sleeves, Mo Ran says.

"Not now, Shi Mei. You don't know, it's a very important thing, and I don't want to tell you in such an uncomfortable and hasty situation, I"

" young master "

Suddenly one of his subordinates barged in, but when he saw that Mo Ran was the one handling the affairs of the sect at Loyalty Palace, he bowed low and said, "Ah, Sir Mo."

At this interruption, Shi Mei's blush receded and she flung back her sleeves, leaning forward and sitting back down again, her whole body becoming lighter and purer.

Mo Ran didn't notice the change in his mood and lifted her eyes, "Yes"

"There is an honoured guest visiting outside the mountain gate, specially, specially to report."

"VIPs," Mo Ran said, "are all the dignitaries of the ten sects at Lingshan Mountain, so where are they?"

The disciple, seemingly fearful or excited, was incoherent, and only after a long time did he say with a red face, "Yes, it's Master Huai Zui of the Temple of No Mercy."

"What."

Even the Fairy Tramper emperor, Mo Ran, could not help but stand up, and Shi Mei was shocked.

" Huai Zui "

No wonder Mo Ran was so shocked, this Huai Zui master was a legend in the Xianxia world.

This man, who had long since attained the righteousness, should have ascended. However, when the gates of the heavenly realm opened to him, he closed his arms on the ground, saying that he could not break the red dust, could not let go of his lifelong obsessions, and could not wash away the sins of his early years. In the end, the light of heaven disappeared, the lotus flower withered, and Master Huai Zui, with his robe torn and his sceptre tapping, drifted away, never having attained immortality.

After refusing to ascend, he went to the Temple of No Mercy to meditate, and a hundred years passed on earth.

A hundred years later, the Xianxia community has only heard of him, but not seen him. There are only a handful of seniors in the jianghu who have seen him.

In his last life, Mo Ran turned the world upside down, but he never got to meet Master Huai Zui. The year before Mo Ran reached the top of the human pole, he passed away in a spring rain, and no one knows how long he lived.

The Master of Huai Zui visits him late at night after his rebirth.

A million thoughts flashed through his mind, although he did not know what he was up to. But for a moment, Mo Ran remembered the rumours about Master Huai Zui.

Huai Zui Huai Zui

How could he have forgotten Master Huai Zui

In his previous life, when Shi Mei was killed, he was so uneducated that he did not know that there was such a Tongtian senior in the Xianxia realm, but only after he had ascended to the throne did he learn from his subordinates that one of the three forbidden arts, the art of rebirth, had been practised.

That person is Huai Zui.

He rushes to the Temple of No Mercy to invite someone to come and revive Shi Mei's soul, but when the man he sent returns, he is told that the master has passed away and he has missed his last chance to bring Shi Mei back to life.

But this legendary figure is alive and well at the moment

How could he forget how could he forget

Mo Ran's heart trembled and his whole body shivered as he rose suddenly, his eyes lit up with light and he said urgently, "Invite the master in."

Before the disciple could say yes, Mo Ran said again, "No, I'll go and meet him outside." Before he could take two steps, he saw a flash of yellow shadows outside.

The candle has not moved, the fire has not moved.

Half the wind has not yet risen.

No one could see, not even Mo Ran with his eyesight, how he had entered, but a monk with a hat and half-used robes was already standing stolidly in the Dan Qing Hall.

He was a thunderbolt, stopping just in front of Mo Ran, a little too close for comfort.

"It is late at night to disturb you, so I don't need to ask Master Mo to move."

Mo Ran and Shi Mei were startled by the sound of a low, gentle voice emanating from the bamboo hat.

This is not the voice of a 100 year old man

The monk's eyes were burning, sharp but not compelling, but calm and clear, as if the river and the sea were condensing light.

"You are."

The monk folded his hands and bowed low, "Amitabha Buddha, poor monk Huai Zui."

No one expected that Master Huai Zui, who was at least a hundred years old, would look younger than Xue Zhengyong, and for a moment everyone was dumbfounded.

But Mo Ran is not stupid when it comes to cultivation. He thought of Huai Zui as someone who had given up his ascension and stayed in the mortal world. Apart from the final abortion, he was no different from a god, so his heart eased a little. But he could not take his eyes off him.

Huai Zui did not want to disturb anyone else, so only the three of them sat down at the Loyalty Palace. Mo Ran personally offered the master some hot tea, which Huai Zui accepted with a low thank-you, but did not drink it, just put it on a small rosewood table and then looked up slowly.

He was very gentle and polite but did not beat around the bush, but went straight to the point and said.

"Master Mo, please forgive me for taking the liberty, but the poor monk has come today for an old friend."

Mo Ran's heart pounded so fast he felt a giddy rush before his eyes, and his knuckles squeezed the corner of the case with such force that it almost crushed the table.

As he stared into the face of Master Huai Zui, the words from his past life came back to him in a snowstorm

"It is said that there is only one person in the world who has ever successfully performed one of the three forbidden arts of rebirth, but rumours are rumours after all, and I don't know if they are true or not."

"Then where is Master Huai Zui? I will bring Shi Mei back, even if it costs me a lot."

"Your Majesty does not know that Huai Zui passed away many years ago. He never wrote anything about rebirth, except for the phrase that it is dangerous to change one's life against the heavens. Other than that, there is not a single word."

Those fragmentary words scrape turbulently across the ears.

"Master Huai Zui is not far from the reincarnation of human beings and ghosts."

"Rumour has it that he can interchange with the ghost world, if he was still on earth, Brother Ming Jing might be able to return to his soul, but alas, alas"

"Master Huai Zui is the ghost that is still in the world of the living, and nothing is beyond his control."

Mo Ran took a deep breath and was surprised to find her voice trembling a little.

"The Old Man The Old Man"

He murmured, his gaze directed at Master Huai Zui's clear eyes.

Mo Ran's voice was soft as a mosquito's whisper, even as sweat seeped down his back, and he asked in a low voice, "Who is the old man?"

The monk slowly stood up, and in the dim candlelight there was a surprising lack of shadow at his feet.

The corners of his thin yellow robe are hanging down, his clothes are half-used, but no wrinkles are visible, and he looks like a ghostly shadow in the wind. This master is truly impenetrable.

Mo Ran could hear his heart beating and he couldn't help but stand up after Huai Zui as they looked at each other from across the room.

"Master." If only there were a clear mirror hanging high at this moment, he could see between his own brows, a hint of luxury unconsciously arising, and because of this luxury, another wisp of pleading, "Who is the old man?"

Is that him?

Is that him?

Huai Zui suddenly batted his eyelashes and sighed and joined his hands: "My disciple Chu Wanning died seven days ago. Tonight is the night of his return, so I cannot bear to see him die in vain, so I have come to the summit of death and life to ask Master Mo to have mercy and return a disciple to me."