Chapter 172: The Master Does Not Eat Children

The storm was fuelled by the Qi waves created by Gun, and the fire consumed almost half of Linyi. The monks who had only come to the meeting fled in all directions with their swords, but the flames pressed on, pursuing them relentlessly, and countless monks who had run out of spirit lost their battle against the flames and were swallowed up.

They flew through the villages and towns of Upper Fairy World near the Confucianism School, those who had no idea what was going on and saw the fire approaching in the direction of the Confucianism School, stumbling with their families and trying to run away, but their flesh and blood legs could not escape the molten stream of fire.

"Dad."

"Abba abba abba"

Everywhere they passed, there were cries and shouts, and Xue Zhengyong and the others had expanded their weapons to the maximum, loaded with the people they had pulled up from Upper Fairy World.

Mrs. Wang said soothingly, "Don't cry, don't cry, sit inside, be careful, hold each other, don't fall down again."

Xue Zhengyong knelt down in front of him and leaned down to pull another crying child, but as soon as he put pressure on it, the fan couldn't take it and it swayed so violently that he had to let go and watched the tear-stained, hopeful face being thrown away below him.

Xue Zhengyong couldn't stop choking on his tears, "Isn't there enough chaos in the world? not enough people have died in vain?"

Her eyes were also red, and she was holding the two children she had rescued, both left and right. The parents of the two children, having lifted them onto the iron fan, were too late to come up themselves and were eventually engulfed in the fire.

She looked backwards, there were about ten monks following them, many had been caught up by the flames, others had fled in other directions from the start, Chu Wanning and Mo Ran were not here, she had tears in her eyes and silently prayed in her heart that these two would be safe.

Not far away, the still unconscious Xue Meng is held by Jiang Xi, whose magnificent sword buzzes at his feet as the firelight shines on his chiseled face.

Jiang Xi gave Xue Meng a disgusted glare, he had already had the idea several times to simply throw the boy down and burn him, but seeing the pleading eyes of Madam Wang on the iron fan, he still grimaced and pursed his lips, not letting go.

Xue Zhengyong cried and tried to pull a younger child who might be able to carry him, but despite his intentions, there was nothing more the Iron Fan could do.

Xue Zhengyong nearly collapsed as he loosened his grip again on a hand that had already been held, and he fell to his knees, hunched over, his heart broken by the thinness of his own strength.

The beautifully radiant longsword Snow Phoenix hummed even louder.

Jiang Xi was not in a good mood and lifted his leg and stomped it, saying sternly, "What are you shouting for? If you have the guts, stand still and wait for the fire to come and burn you."

The snow phoenix really stopped ringing and carried Jiang Xi and the other two, flying forward in silence, but the slender hilt looked really laboured, as if it would break at any moment.

Jiang Xi flew next to Xue Zhengyong and gave him a disgusted glance, scolding him, "What's the point of a man crying if he can save himself, but if he can't, then he can.

Lady Wang: "Brother"

"Jiang Xi laughed coldly, he was extremely handsome, but the curve of his mouth was mean and malicious, he looked very unfeeling. You can't even handle your own sword. If your place had been vacated, your husband, a good man full of life, would have been able to save one more person."

Lady Wang seemed to be stung and lowered her face violently, slowly closing the curtain of her eyelashes and never saying another word.

In the opposite direction from them, far away, Mo Ran's longsword was also expanded to its full extent, and in addition to Chu Wanning, it was filled with the ordinary people of Upper Fairy World who had been rescued.

The men shivered and sobbed as they watched in bewilderment as their homes were engulfed in flames and razed to the ground. The flames reflected the crystalline tears in their eyes, which closed in tears of sorrow.

In this gloomy atmosphere, Mo Ran was silent and never said a word. Unlike Xue Zhengyong, he did not bother to struggle, knowing that it was impossible to load more people, so he stopped looking at the village and town that rushed by beneath him, crying out.

"The sea is ahead." Her brow furrowed slightly, "Master, where do we go"

"Going to Feihua Island, are you going to make it?"

Feihua Island is the nearest Upper Fairy World island to Linyi. Mo Ran nodded and said, "I'll hold out, but I'm not familiar with the East Sea, so it will take some effort to find them. "

Chu Wanning said, "Good."

Mo Ran travelled with his sword for more than an hour, and when a thin light of the rising sun rose at sea level and the first sun rose in the east, they broke through the clouds and saw a not too large ring-shaped island appear in the sparkling blue sea.

Feihua Island, at last.

Although the island was under the jurisdiction of the Confucianism School, it was a remote and sparsely populated area, mostly populated by scattered fishermen who depended on the sea for their livelihood, with only one large family. They saw the fire at the Confucianism School across the sea, and were so anxious to know what was happening that many of them looked out from their yards, afraid to sleep for fear of a vision.

By the time dawn broke, the vision had not reached them, but a longsword carried a group of men who landed ominously on the damp mudflats, led by a tall, handsome man with some splotches of blood splattered on his cheeks, clearly having been in a vicious battle.

There are no monks on Feihua Island, only ordinary people, so when they see him, they are a bit scared, not knowing whether he is good or evil and why he is here.

"Ahhh, why do they have black faces"

There were whispers, gawking at the men, women and children behind Mo Ran.

"It looks like they escaped from the fire... did they come from Linyi?"

A sturdy fisherman approached boldly and asked, "Are you you the people of the School of Confucianism?"

"The top of death and life." Mo Ran handed the child in his arms to Chu Wanning, who was too young to support him, so that he would not be pushed down, Mo Ran held him all the way to the sword. I can't save too many, I"

He was halfway through his speech when he looked up and saw the fisherman's dazed and confused look and realised that he had spoken too quickly.

What do the people of Feihua Island know about fire-robbing and sword fighting?

So he pursed his lips and said in a warm voice, "I'm sorry, I'll tell you more about it later." He glanced back at the wilting, wretched crowd behind him, "Can you get them some food and water first"

A small, frightened child, bereft of his parents, slowly drew himself up to Mo Ran's lap and reached out with his small hands to tug helplessly at the corners of his robe.

Mo Ran lowered his eyes, stroked his hair and said to the fisherman, "I'm really sorry to have bothered you."

The inhabitants of Feihua Island were mostly good-natured, and tea and snacks were soon brought over to them. Mo Ran briefly told the islanders what had happened, and they stared in disbelief at the flames stretching out over the horizon.

"The Confucianism School was burnt to the ground," said an incredulous man.

" Nangong, the master, has passed away "

Mo Ran said, "It's not immortality, it's taking the lingering fruit and being taken to another place."

"And what is the fruit of lingering?"

"It is."

Chu Wanning stood by and watched Mo Ran slowly explain to the fishermen without stepping forward himself.

He was a somewhat unsympathetic-looking man with a frosty coldness in his brow, and he would have done no better than Mo Ran to deal with the village people.

In his arms, the sleeping child woke up, and when he saw that he was being held by a cold, strange man, he froze, and then cried out, not at all the same as when he was in Mo Ran's arms.

Chu Wanning looked at Mo Ran for a moment, and seeing that Mo Ran was still surrounded by the village people and could not get away, he was a bit overwhelmed and said to the child with his customary stern face, "Don't cry."

The child cried louder and louder and kept shouting, "Daddy, Mother, I want my daddy, I want Mother."

"Don't cry." Chu Wanning coaxed rawly, "You, don't cry."

"Wow Mother Mother"

Chu Wanning had no choice but to hold him with one hand and try to touch his hair with the other, but the boy wouldn't even let him touch him and threw his head back, his little red face covered in tears and snot: "I want Mother, I want Daddy, I want to go home."

Chu Wanning, who had never coaxed a child before, didn't know what to say. He couldn't help but think about what he should say to comfort the little one a little, but as soon as he fell into contemplation, his brow furrowed involuntarily, lining his whole body like a box of ruled water, and the coldness of basalt.

The boy was crying so hard that when he saw Chu Wanning's face, he choked up and stopped speaking.

Chu Wanning suddenly thought of something and unlocked his dry pouch with one hand, fished out a glutinous rice candy from it, peeled off the paper and handed it to him.

"" the child gave a comical huff with tears in his eyes, looked at Chu Wanning and then at the sweets in his hand.

His mother had told him a bunch of stories about coaxing children into obedience since he was a child, not the least of which were the vicious and horrible monks who would drug disobedient children into unconsciousness and capture them to make immortal pills.

The little child, silent with tears in her eyes, stared at him, suddenly terrified to the core.

Chu Wanning, unsure of what the other man meant, stared back at the child somewhat bewildered, still holding up the sticky rice candy in his hand.

He has phoenix eyes, the kernels of which are slightly upward, with long, slender tails. Although these eyes are beautiful, when they are not smiling, they have an attitude of arrogant judgement, and even when he smiles, these eyes add to him a certain wildness like the thorns of a rosebush, containing provocation and arrogance.

But not everyone can afford to be arrogant, so Chu Wanning's face, though handsome, is inherently unpleasant to the eye.

Even less pleasing to children.

"Eat." While on the sword, he'd seen Mo Ran soothe a few little ones with sweets. He did as he was told, but couldn't understand why he wasn't allowed to do so.

The child pursed his lips, hesitated, shivered, then slowly shook his head.

He doesn't want to be made into an elixir

"You."

Before he could finish his sentence, the boy reached the end of his patience and cried out in fear, tearing his heart out and shaking the mountains, causing the people around him to look askance.

Chu Wanning didn't react, still holding up the sticky rice candy in bewilderment, and whispered, "It's quite sweet."

He wanted to say that the sugar was sweet, but the child joined the words "you" in the first half of his sentence to become "you are quite sweet". He was so frightened that he let out a howl and cried so fiercely.

Chu Wanning stiffened: ""