Chapter 162: Master, Fighting with You

"Her words, I'm not ashamed to say, I knew them back at Peach Blossom Yard."

In fact, I knew about her from a previous life, but I couldn't tell Chu Wanning the truth. Mo Ran laughed and said, "I heard Mei Hanxue and the Snow Walk Palace people talking about her when I was walking along the road, and I was convinced that Mei Hanxue's eyes were right.

"Why?"

"Hasn't your master noticed that she always wears her clothes with the collar pulled up very high, and that the style is very strange, and that ordinary people have one or two pieces, but she has everything."

"Didn't notice."

Mo Ran then took the empty hand and gestured to Chu Wanning, "All the way to this position, more or less."

As he spoke, the belly of his finger inadvertently touched the knot of Chu Wanning's throat in a vague way, the slight bulge so fragile that he could not resist rubbing it for a moment longer, thinking that his master, so ruthless, so wild and untamed, would expose such a weak spot as his throat to his fingers and let him squeeze it, a feeling so exciting.

When he heard Chu Wanning's "Be careful", it was already too late to retract the momentum, and the sword crashed straight into a huge tree.

"There was a thud.

Mo Ran was totally confused, but he remembered to hold Chu Wanning's hand tightly. In his anxiety, he called out "Wangning", but the call was too rapid and the sound of the trees breaking in his ears was too loud for Chu Wanning to hear.

Chu Wanning is simply furious.

The two of them hit the ground solidly, Mo Ran first, his back slamming into the rocky forest floor, not so much that he was hurt, but certainly sore. But as he lay on his back, watching the stars twinkling through the branches, he suddenly felt happy

Haha, thankfully he was the one who fell underneath, not Chu Wanning.

He couldn't help but smile, even though Chu Wanning hit him in the chest and banged his ribs with it, but even though it hurt he couldn't help but smile, his eyes curled up and his grin widened, his dimples deep and full of obsession.

Chu Wanning looked up and saw him smiling like that and was furious: "What are you smiling at?"

Mo Ran took the opportunity to hug him and hold him in his arms, which was inappropriate, but at this time he was tempted to raise his hand to touch Chu Wanning's hair.

He thought so and did so.

Chu Wanning is right, he probably did fall on his head.

"Master."

He rubs Chu Wanning's hair, and the darkness of the night seems to give him the key to unlock the box that holds the intimate desire of love, and the intimacy of his words can no longer be controlled.

The call was so cloying, so cloying that Chu Wanning first stiffened, then panicked, and he hastily gathered up his vicious majesty: "What a shout that you can fall even with a sword, you're good at it."

Mo Ran sighed softly and finally stroked his hair again, clearing his throat and smiling bitterly, "Your Master is to blame, and please get up from me quickly."

Although what he was thinking was, please, Master, please lie in my arms for a little longer.

But such words are obviously not to be uttered.

Chu Wanning got up sharply with a black face, pulling Mo Ran up with him.

"Well," he asked stiffly, "did it hurt anywhere?"

"It's fine." Mo Ran laughed, "I'm thick-skinned, I'm particularly good at withstanding falls."

Chu Wanning was about to say something when he suddenly noticed a wilted flower on Mo Ran's head, presumably knocked off when he fell and landing right on top of his hair, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Your head."

"Is there an injury?"

Mo Ran lifted his hand and touched it, but it was fine.

"No, blossom."

Chu Wanning plucked the flowers with his hand and handed them to him with a blank expression. Mo Ran was a little embarrassed, rubbing the back of his head in a subtle and coy way, his smile even wider.

"" Chu Wanning turned his head and coughed lightly, "Since it's okay, let's move on."

Mo Ran says: "Royal"

"No imperial." Chu Wanning looked back indignantly and angrily, "Lightness of touch"

"Light work is light work." Mo Ran beckoned, reluctantly taking his heavy sword back into his dry pouch.

However, the deeper you go into the woodland, the thicker the trees become, so the speed of the sword is actually not as fast as the light kung fu, and Chu Wanning's legs are so good that he can swipe the water at the spot and move very fast.

The cool breeze calmed Mo Ran's heart, which had only just been able to withstand the excitement.

Chu Wanning's voice suddenly came from the front, his tone very flat, very careless, asking: " Song Qiutong has a mole on his leg, how do you know?"

Mo Ran was caught off guard and with a bang, the Mighty Mo hit his head on a pine tree once again.

Chu Wanning: "Are you night blind?"

"Well, no." Mo Ran said, "Sorry, I'm a bit distracted today."

Chu Wanning frowned slightly, and then, as if he had thought of something, he became furious: " Song Qiutong, the mole on your leg is very distracting to you, is it important for a monk to have a clear mind and a low desire?

Mo Ran was speechless for a moment, thinking that Chu Wanning had a point, except that Chu Wanning had made a mistake, for he was not lusting after Song Qiutong, but the man in front of him, with his fur bared like a snow leopard.

He sighed and looked at Chu Wanning with a soft brow: "Master, I don't like the way Aunt Song looks. You are thinking too much. The mole on her leg is something I heard from someone at the Xuanyuan Court auction house, not something I saw with my own eyes, so don't be angry."

"What do I have to be angry about? Just let me ask you, since Ye Wangxi is a woman, how did the vermilion on Song Qiutong's hand get lost? This should not be a coincidence."

"It is indeed not a coincidence. Do you remember, Master, the bracelet I gave Song Qiutong earlier?"

"Hmm."

"There is a spell on that chain that I created." Mo Ran paused, "It took four days to create, and it wasn't very good, but for a short time, as long as Song Qiutong wore that chain, it would cover the vermilion that fell from the Cold Scale Holy Hand on her hands."

"" Chu Wanning stopped talking, but looked a little worse for wear.

He felt that Mo Ran was hiding something from him.

Mo Ran has changed a lot over the years, having lost 70% of her nosy nature, but nosiness is just helping out when you see something unjust. It is too much to go to such lengths, even to the extent of creating a little spell to reveal someone's true nature and prevent her from marrying into the School of Confucianism.

Unless Song Qiutong and Mo Ran had a big problem or Ye Wangxi had a big problem with Mo Ran, this guy would not have done this.

In this silence, Mo Ran also senses Chu Wanning's thoughts.

He swept along a stone's throw behind Chu Wanning and said, "Master."

"Why." Chu Wanning faded.

But Mo Ran didn't want to make Chu Wanning feel uncomfortable, so he thought about it and decided to tell Chu Wanning half of his true feelings: "Master, Ye Wangxi is a very good person, she threw away a lot of money at Xuanyuan Court to save a You know about this."

"Hmm."

"But Ye Wangxi likes Nangong Si, can you see that?"

"It was okay, I kind of saw it tonight."

"It is good that the Master has seen it. I have known Aunt Ye's true identity for a long time, so I have always understood her feelings. Besides, Song Qiutong, who did not know that Ye Wangxi was a woman, was only in awe of her and had no ill will towards her. But if she had married Nangong Si, the Confucianism School would no longer have kept this secret from her, and Song Qiutong would have seen a woman who also loved Nangong Si as a thorn in her side."

Mo Ran paused, thinking of a previous life when Song Qiutong had sensed his private love affair with Chu Wanning and had been so jealous that he had pulled off Chu Wanning's ten nails while he was away from the palace.

The answer to the question of what would happen to Ye Wangxi in her hands is self-evident.

Song Qiutong does all the same evil as pulling her fingernails out, not too sensationally evil, enough to hide behind the greater evil of others, enough to allow her to languish in the wake of their evil.

In this world, good deeds, like evil deeds, are carried out by those who are tall and fall from the sky, killing the kindest people first, like Chu Xun, who are pushed out by weak hands. The most vicious people, like Fairy Tramper, are killed first, and the whole world is condemned to death.

But for the little evils that piled up one after another, the flood of years, if not for the not-so-vicious villains who cut scar after scar on Mo Ran's body.

So, is it true that Fairy Tramper Mo Weiyu will be born in this world?

Chu Wanning said, "You're not afraid of catching fire if you're in charge of this."

Mo Ran also knows that he has shown too much of himself this time.

In this life, even though the rise and fall of the Confucianism School had nothing to do with him, he still owed Ye Wangxi a life, so even though he had gone out of his way to do it, even though it might arouse suspicion, he did it without hesitation.

Not only Chu Wanning, but also those he has wronged in his previous life, he still hopes to atone for his sins.

"I'm afraid," Mo Ran says. Mo Ran said, "but now that I know the truth, I want to have peace of mind."

Chu Wanning still felt that Mo Ran's move was too aggressive, but he didn't think too much of it when a strong, fishy-sweet smell suddenly came on the wind, along with a strong spiritual current that sprang up ahead.

Before Chu Wanning could react, Mo Ran had changed colour and whispered, "No good. It's the Zhenlong game."

"In that direction."

A fishy wind filled the thick darkness, ghosts crawled out of the crack in the sky, and five pillars of light rose from the ground, five pillars of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, the same as during Butterfly Town's shocking transformation.

Chu Wanning's eyes were cold and sullen as he said, "It's him."

Mo Ran naturally knows who he's talking about, Jin Chengchi, Peach Blossom Yard, Butterfly Town, and now the man behind the scenes, the fake Gouchen, who has been back for five years.

But Mo Ran had a vague feeling in his mind that this Zhenlong game was completely different from the previous ones, that there was no disguise, no pretence of the man who seemed to think that he had a win in hand, that he was going to win.

The birds in the forest startled, fluttering their wings and scattering. Mo Ran ran as fast as he could, with Chu Wanning in front of him and behind him, towards the crack in the sky.

Close enough to see the spirits and demons rolling out of the rift, Mo Ran muttered, "Infernal hell."

This time, it's the same as Butterfly Town five years ago, and it's still the same infernal hell.

Mo Ran looked back almost hastily and grabbed Chu Wanning's arm and wrist: "Master, don't go there."

"Don't say anything stupid."

Mo Ran knew it was silly, but he had seen the Infernal Rift twice in his life, and the aftermath of both times lingered like a nightmare, and now that he was seeing it a third time, how could he not be worried?

But what's the point of saying things like, "Don't you go"?

A man like Chu Wanning will not turn away from a disaster even if he is given a thousand chances to do so, so Mo Ran looked at Chu Wanning and did not know what to say.

Chu Wanning gave him a look and said, "Don't worry, I'll be discreet."

After speaking, he lifted his hand and summoned the Heavenly Question, golden light glistening between his slender length and splashing with flowers and fire.

Mo Ran stared intently at Chu Wanning and finally sighed as a blinding light rose from his hand, the Ghost of Seeing came out of the air and was held at Mo Ran's fingertips.

"Okay, I know, I won't advise you. Whatever the Master wants to do, I will accompany you."

The radiant spirit light shone in their eyes, the blazing red burning the flowing gold, the flowing gold haloing the blazing red.

"I'm with the Master."

Chu Wanning looked at Mo Ran as if he was dumbfounded to be fighting with him and felt warm and overwhelmed at the same time. There were so many emotions in Mo Ran's eyes, some as if they had long since ceased to be that of master and disciple, but he was not sure what the extra feelings were.

So he raised his hand, poked Mo Ran in the forehead and said, "No reward."

Mo Ran froze for a moment, pulling Chu Wanning's hand down and holding it in his palm with the utmost restraint not to bring it to his lips for a kiss as he smiled, "Well, if it's not, it's not, let's go."

Shenwu's spiritual light is like an immortal shadow in the night, with golden and red gradations, and in a moment it swept to the heart of the hunting forest's hinterland.

Lake Gansen.

Chu Wanning and Mo Ran hide themselves in the orange grove and look over. The stream of spirits that fed the lake had been cut off, and a thick layer of ice had formed on the surface of the lake on a bitterly cold night, with four formations painted around it, each with a glowing weapon.

Chu Wanning whispered: "Four Shenwu with different attributes "

Mo Ran stared for a moment and then said, "He's really involved in the theft of Shenwu over the past five years."

"But Butterfly Town is still using the heart of a living person, so why did he suddenly change the formation?"

Mo Ran was about to say something when Chu Wanning lifted his finger, "Silence, look over there."

Following his gaze, Mo Ran saw a group of Confucianism School guards walking slowly across the lake in the distance, and the young monks who had gone hunting in the forest were among them, a constant stream of spirit flowing from their chests, converging towards the Shenwu of different attributes. These strong and pure spiritual forces made the light of the Shenwu grow stronger and stronger, the light went straight up to the sky, and then ripped a huge crack in the night sky, tearing open the mouth of the infernal hell in a frenzy.

Mo Ran's eyes widened, "What are they doing?"

"It looks as if these guards have lost their minds and seem to have been manipulated by the Zhenlong chess game." Chu Wanning's brow furrowed in distress, his eyes scanned the crowd and suddenly stopped. His face suddenly turned pale and he clutched Mo Ran's shoulder in an uncharacteristic grip, his fingers trembling.

""

"What is it?" Mo Ran turned his head and a moment later he saw a familiar figure walking among the crowd and said creepily, " Xue Meng "