Chapter 170: Master, don't look at it if it's too dirty

In a blink of an eye, Xu Shuanglin had been pulled by the hand that reached out from the door of life and death and dragged into another dimension.

Nothing remained in the night sky but a small piece of Xu Shuanglin's coat, which had not been brought in before the gates of life and death closed, and which now floated, in the midst of the deadly silence, into the lake, where the white material was soon soaked by the water and slowly sank into the lake

"How is it possible." Mo Ran muttered, "How in the world could anyone have truly mastered the Gate of Life and Death in Time and Space"

As a former Fairy Tramper, he knows that there are three forbidden arts in the world: the Zhenlong Game, the Secret of Rebirth, and the Gate of Life and Death in Time and Space.

The first two forbidden spells are difficult to acquire, but they are not unheard of on Xianxia, for example, in my previous life, or in Master Huai Zui, there was always someone who could perform them, more or less.

The only records of the Gate of Life and Death in space and time are few and far between, the most recent being thousands of years ago, when a great master was so distraught by the death of his daughter that he opened the forbidden door to bring her back to his own world, having lived in another time.

But his actions were detected by his own self in that time and space. As a father, the "he" of that world could not allow his daughter to be taken away from him, and in their duel to the death, the rift in time and space that opened up twisted and distorted, eventually entrapping their daughter in the gap and crushing her to pieces.

The master returned and collapsed, sealing the forbidden scrolls in Yandi's sacred wood, and he became the last person to fully master the Gate of Life and Death in time and space over the course of time.

Due to the fact that this forbidden art has not been released for a long time, over the years, more and more practitioners are convinced that there is no such thing as a space-time distortion spell in this world, but it was Mo Ran, in his previous life, who, due to the boundlessness of the Dao, was able to tear open a similar gap with the remnants of the scroll in his hands.

Mo Ran tried to throw a rabbit into the gap, trying to transport it thousands of miles away, but it passed through, only to emerge with its insides turned inside out and its fur wrapped inside, a bloody mess with its heart still pounding. The heart was still pounding.

Later, Mo Ran tried many more times, and five or six times out of a hundred, things would go wrong, and when they did, it was extremely disgusting, splitting up, falling apart, and even having the head appear quickly, but the body being spat out by the crack half an hour later.

But even so, it was enough to create an uproar in Xianxia, where almost everyone felt that Mo Ran had recovered and mastered the Gate of Life and Death, but he himself was not so sure: he had not seen the first forbidden spell thousands of years ago, but from the historical records, he felt that the spell he had reproduced was far from the real one. He had not seen the first forbidden art thousands of years ago, but from the historical records he felt that the spell he had reproduced was far from the real one.

Chu Wanning swept to the surface of the lake and lifted his hand to pick up the half piece of fabric Xu Shuanglin had left behind, closing his eyes to perceive it with a slight sigh of relief, but then he became more and more worried.

He shook his head and said, "It is not a complete spacetime life and death gate, that person should only have mastered half of the remnants of the scroll, and based on the spiritual energy left on this fabric, it should only become a spatial gate, and cannot be called a spatial gate."

"What does it mean?"

"That is to say, there is still a big difference between this spell and a real forbidden spell." Chu Wanning said, "The only remnants of spiritual energy I can perceive are spatial, which means Nan Gongxu was pulled by someone through this spatial rift to another place in an instant."

Mo Ran said to himself, "Isn't this similar to the door of life and death that he reverted to in his previous life?" If this is all, it is not impossible to achieve.

But there was still a shadow building up in his mind as he asked, "What if it was a true First Forbidden Art? What would happen if you cast it?"

Chu Wanning's expression somehow became a little subtle, and there was a pause before he said, "If it is a true time and space birth and death gate, it can do more than just tear space and space at all; it can even take Nan Gongxu to another red earth."

At these words, however, Mo Ran's expression changed slightly, and then she pursed her lips and made no further comment.

In his previous life, he did not have much knowledge, and he did not know how credible the documents he had searched were. He did not think that the rumour that the great master had torn open a rift in space-time and brought back his daughter from another world was very reliable.

Now that the words have come from Chu Wanning, Mo Ran is at last fully convinced, but this conviction sends a chill down his spine.

In Chu Wanning's absence for five years, Mo Ran read the classics, but in his mind he had a vague sense of the mystery of his rebirth.

In his previous life, he had never seen the true art of rebirth, and originally thought that the so-called "rebirth" should be the same as his own, going back to a certain year and month before his death and starting all over again.

But in this life, after seeing Master Huai Zui perform this great forbidden art, Mo Ran was puzzled by one aspect of it: the master's rebirth technique was to bring Chu Wanning's soul back from hell to a body that had not decayed or been severely damaged, and then to live on in this world.

This rebirth, not unlike what one experiences, is not the same.

If, in a previous life, someone had used the same method of rebirth as Master Huai Zui to bring him back to life after his death, then he would have been reborn in Wushan Palace, still the fearsome Emperor Fairy Tramper, Chu Wanning, Shi Mei, uncle and aunt would still be dead, and no one would be at his who would not be around.

He then speculated that there might be more than one way of rebirth in the world, which would cause him and Chu Wanning to be reborn in different ways, but now, hearing Chu Wanning's affirmation of the "Gate of Life and Death in Time and Space", the least known of the three forbidden arts, he suddenly had a very frightening thought

Could one have been subjected not only to the art of rebirth, but also to the sway of the gates of life and death in time and space at the same time, so that the sinful soul, which should have been suffering in another time and space, tore through time and space to the year when everything had not yet happened and there was still time to turn back.

If that were the case, then wouldn't everything he did be under the watchful eye of the person behind the curtain, and wouldn't everything, including his rebirth, be planned by that person and watched silently behind his back?

Mo Ran felt a shiver run down his spine.

But before he could think about it, he heard a heaven-shaking explosion in the distance where the fire was burning.

Chu Wanning said, "Go and have a look."

Before the words were uttered, the burning 72 cities of the Confucianism School, as if the fire had reached some artifact that Xu Shuanglin had laid down before he left, suddenly burst into flames that were dozens of feet high, and the flames reached the sky

At this moment, even if Mo Ran and the others did not go there, even if they were hundreds of miles away from the School of Confucianism, they could see the fire that was burning out the darkness of the night.

Xue Zhengyong had already led Madame Wang out of the fire, when he looked back, he suddenly saw the fire coiling into two hotly entwined bodies, a man and a woman, gradually taking shape.

Lady Wang, who comes from a famous family and has seen a lot of treasures, immediately changed her expression and said, "It's a kind of scroll that can record memories. This kind of scroll does not need any spell to support it, it is laid by the caster beforehand, and as long as it is lit by the robbery fire, the memories sealed inside will appear in the midst of the fire, and the memories in the scroll will keep reverberating if the flame is not extinguished."

"Xue Zhengyong, somewhat overwhelmed, looked at the Confucianism School, which was engulfed by the fire, with a bit of pity in his eyes.

When other people reveal the truth, they find a few witnesses, pull them together to say a few words, throw a few exhibits, and that's pretty much the end of it.

Xu Shuanglin was a madman, a man who made a scroll of his memories and set them on fire to show the whole world how filthy his family was. He used the vast sea of fire as a canvas, and used his magic to amplify the whispers of the unseemly to a thunderous roar so loud that even the deaf could hear them.

"This Xu Shuanglin, what is he up to?" Xue Zhengyong, sitting on an expanded iron fan, with Madam Wang's sword in mid-air, his face reflected by the Tongtian flames, muttered, "Could it be that he has not revealed enough about the Confucianism School? He has not revealed enough about the Confucianism School and wants to continue to do so."

Madame Wang: ""

"That's enough, that's enough, the Confucianism School has been torn apart by him and has become the laughing stock of the Xianxia community, why doesn't he let it go?"

But as a woman's voice rumbled out of the sea of fire, the monks who had escaped red lotus Purgatory and were watching the good show from the air froze in their tracks.

Xue Zhengyong was also frozen.

"Brother Willow, we're both so old, why are you, why are you still not so decent hmmm"

With this soft grunt, the two figures that had been blurred in the sea of fire gradually became clear, and the plundering fire that stretched across the seventy-two cities of Confucianism School expanded the two naked, tossing bodies to the extreme.

The crowd was dumbfounded and all turned their heads to look at Jiangdong Court, one of the top ten gates in Upper Fairy World.

The disciples of Jiangdong Court were even more horrified, their eyes as wide as copper bells as they stared in awe at Qi Liangji, the female head of their own sect.

The soon to be reigning headmistress was as pale as dirt, standing on her sword like a wooden sculpture in the night breeze.

On her arm, clearly painted, are the five bats with flowers

She could never have imagined that her affair with Nan Gongliu would be seen in its entirety and made into a scroll of memories, now naked and uncovered.

Publicly available.

Her brain was instantly confused.

Also confused was Mo Ran, who blindfolded Chu Wanning almost as soon as the nude visage of Chi appeared in the air.

"Don't look."

Chu Wanning :""

It was almost a subconscious move, he was possessive of Chu Wanning, once he wanted to possess this man's body, his breath, his flesh and blood, the broken choke between his lips. Now, more than ever, he wanted to possess Chu Wanning's clean, pure heart.

"Don't look, it's particularly dirty."

But isn't it particularly dirty, Chu Wanning thought. Even if I cover my eyes, the embarrassing sounds of a man and woman entangled in each other are still clearly echoing in my ears.

Chu Wanning is silent, letting Mo Ran fold her hands in front of her face, trying to stay calm, but her face is unconsciously getting slightly hot.

"Brother Willow Brother Willow you, you are so good when it comes to that."

Mo Ran :""

Chu Wanning :""

Perhaps it was because her eyes were covered that her other senses became clearer, and Qi's delicate voice was like a tiny, fuzzy finger claw that climbed up one's spine, tingling and tickling wherever it passed. I don't know if it was deliberate or not, but her voice was full of ardent love, and the man's entanglement was to her like the thick roots of a giant tree, buried deep in fertile soil, the bubbling spring water beneath the mud being dug out, the air seemingly tainted with a layer of fishy air after a heavy rain.

The commotion made Mo Ran very anxious and overwhelmed.

He wanted to keep Chu Wanning blindfolded, but then he wanted to cover his ears.

I want to raise my hand to cover Chu Wanning's ears, but I don't want to take my hand out of my eyes first.

What's worse, in this suddenly erotic atmosphere, Mo Ran suddenly felt that what he wanted most in his heart was neither ear-covering nor blindfolding, but a raging wolf in his chest, a wolf that growled, encouraged and drove him.

Although it was inappropriate, he suddenly realised that what he wanted more than anything was to strangle Chu Wanning from behind, to take this unsuspecting man into his arms, to rub his back intimately, to suck eagerly on his earrings, then to break his face and hold him in a fierce kiss.

His gaze was dark, staring incessantly at Chu Wanning, who was close at hand, and his breathing gradually became less comfortable.

Chu Wanning may be tough and fierce, but he is no match for his own size. If he were to do something to him, as he did in his previous life, Chu Wanning would have no chance of resisting, and all the strength this stubborn man had built up would be used to hold back the sharp intake of breath between his lips and teeth.

I can't escape the fate of being crushed and chewed up by him.

The man in front of him had no idea what Mo Ran was thinking at the moment, and as if to ease the embarrassment, Chu Wanning whispered, "That's not nice."

"Hmm." Mo Ran's throat was dry, but his gaze was moist, and he agreed in a low voice, "It is very unlike."

"That Qi Liangji is obviously a married woman, her husband is newly deceased and she has been given the position of head of Jiangdong Court, who knows that she could turn around and have such an affair with Nan Gongliu." Chu Wanning was disdainful and said succinctly, "Ridiculous."

"Mmm." Despite the knowledge that it was inappropriate, the desire inside him was overwhelming, and Mo Ran himself was unaware that his lips had moved closer together, almost at the back of Chu Wanning's neck. Absentmindedly, he said, "It's ridiculous."

He swept a faint glance at the dome of the sky, where Nan Gongliu and Qi Liangji's living chamber was still tossing and turning.

It seems to me that Qi Liangji was much older than Nan Gongliu, and that her husband was Nan Gongliu's brother, so Nan Gongliu should have respected her as his sister-in-law.

I don't know how these two seemingly innocent people managed to get together.

Nan Gongliu's raspy voice came from the fire, and when she looked up, the two shameless men had changed positions and were tangling, and Nan Gongliu, intent on seducing her, said, "If you want more, call out to your brother."

"" Mo Ran was a bit stunned.

Is this still possible?

But she was so much older than him, how could she call him brother?

Fairy Tramper probably underestimated Nan Gongliu's ability and overestimated Qi Liangji's face, the woman was probably mad from the grinding, she didn't push back and kept on grunting, "Brother brother you can stop grinding me oops"

""Even Mo Ran, with a face as thick as a city wall, could not help but turn red.

At that moment, the curtain of Chu Wanning's soft, long lashes twitched slightly in his palm, as if she knew the heat and itch in his heart and wanted to tickle the tingling in his bones with this little flutter.

But those two lashes were so light and soft that when they moved, the itch did not dissipate, but became unbearable because of the shallowness of the taste. Mo Ran froze for a moment as he looked at the back of the man's neck in front of him, his somewhat pale skin actually seemed to glow with a slight peachy blush in the night.

He blinked, his heart beating like a drum.

Not daring to look again, Mo Ran dropped her eyelashes, her eyes dark beneath the soubrette, like burned away ashes, with a fiery temperature.

Beneath that darkness lay layers of starbursts, just waiting for Chu Wanning to give him a breeze of pervasive lust, and the starbursts would burn out of the embers, brilliant orange and red to take hold.

Mo Ran suddenly has some regrets

How could he not have had Nan Gongliu's bad heart in his previous life?

If he had seen this play out earlier, he would have bullied Chu Wanning away back then, leaving the towering man lying between the woven silk, looking at him with a misty, lax gaze and calling him, brother.

Then he remembered that in his life Chu Wanning had also called him brother, not only brother but also "Brother".

But at that time, I didn't know Xia Sini's true identity, and I thought that this young master was a young master. Now, when I look back, my heart is hot.

He was so bold and ambitious that he knew it was impossible, but he couldn't help but think about it.

I imagine Chu Wanning's appearance, his forehead blotted with light, a few strands of sweaty hair, his eyes slightly closed, leaving only a single gaze at himself, a gaze of resignation and reserve, and then love burning up, burning up the resignation and reserve, becoming a thin wet red in the corners of his eyes.

Chu Wanning's lips were half open, resisting the urge to bite, but eventually they opened again, calling out to him in a moist, husky voice, "Brother."

Mo Ran :""

At some point the hand had been released from the other man, probably because he understood that if he kept covering his eyes so intimately, he would really be unable to resist coming over and doing something treacherous.

Love is a very difficult emotion to contain, and Mo Ran has tasted it before and knows what it is like.

Chu Wanning looks back at him, her cheeks a little red but her chin subconsciously slightly raised, her eyes bright and clear, showing a little arrogance.

"What's wrong with you?"

Mo Ran glanced at his lips, coughed lightly and looked away, "Nothing."

"Have you probed the elders of the sect about that matter?"

After a lingering moment, Nan Gongliu stroked Qi Liangji's hair and asked lazily.

Qi Liangji opened his soft eyes: "What is it?"

"Look at you, you know what you're doing, but you're always beating around the bush with me." Nan Gongliu said. Nan Gongliu said, "What else could it be? Didn't you tell me earlier that when you became the head of the school, you would start to incorporate Jiangdong Court into the Confucianism School?"

"You mean this one." Qi Liangji laughed, "Don't be in a hurry, I've only been on the throne for a short time and the ring is not even warm yet."

"You must be quick, when our two schools become one, I will make you the First Protector of the School of Confucianism, and then you will be above everyone."

Nan Gongliu said, unable to resist touching her thin waist again.

But Qi Liangji looked a little unhappy, despite his flushed face, but raised his hand to stop his move: "It was so easy to climb up to the position of Sect Leader, and you didn't let me stay longer, what's so good about that Protector? "

Nan Gongliu said sardonically, "You know Nangong Si's temper. Besides, now that you and I are in a position where marriage is not a private matter, I don't know what kind of nasty things will be said in the mouths of others."

"Ugly," Qi Liangji's eyes flushed with anger as she glared up at him, "If you're afraid of ugly, I'm not. Have you forgotten how my husband died? Do you think I only came to replace him as the head of Jiangdong Court, Nan Gongliu, since I was a child? You know very well how I have treated you."

"Fine, fine, don't be angry, don't be angry."

"How can I not be angry at you for marrying that little bitch Rong Yan in order to get your dead old man to make you his heir? I had nothing to look forward to, so I married my brother.

"Ryoji"

"You must marry me. Your son, Nangong Si, is wild and untamed, just like that bitch Rong Yan, do you really want him to succeed you?" said Qi Liangji, "I am not afraid of the world. I will not only marry you, but I will also give you ten or eight sons, Nan Gongliu, do you want my children or the children that bitch left for you?"