Chapter 202: The Master's First Encounter with the Devil

But after a few laps outside the red lotus watering hole, Mo Ran calmed down and didn't do anything crazy like that.

It's too dangerous.

This was the first time he had ever made Zhenlong chess, and he had never even tried it before. If he had taken the risk of taking on the First Patriarch, he was afraid he would have to live too long.

So after much hesitation, Mo Ran resisted the urge and left the red lotus water pavilion. After some deliberation, he finally chose to strike the two Zhenlong black sons on the two youngest students at the top of the Dead Life.

It was a cool night, the night shrouding the mountain tops, and Mo Ran was quick to strike, watching the two young men who had just been competing in a drifting race along the river lurch to a halt, so nervous that his hands shook and his pupils shrank to tiny size. The moonlight shone on his pale face, and he pursed his lips and paced out with a slight movement of his fingertips.

It was the first time he had ever used such a forbidden technique of the Decalogue, and he was excited and nervous.

"Sha"

The two men were suddenly on their knees, but Mo Ran was as frightened as a bird of prey, as if he had just killed a man, and the slightest movement could have killed him.

Bang bang bang.

After a long delay, he saw the two men kneeling in place, motionless, and only then did his heart finally settle down.

His loincloth was already drenched in cold sweat and his scalp was numb and stiff.

He walks out.

Standing again in the moonlight, by the gravel of the river bank.

This time he was finally calmer than he had been before, although he still didn't dare to breathe much, cautiously like a slithering snake hissing out into the night.

Mo Ran looked down and surveyed the two youngest students.

The two men who had just been laughing and joking had lost all semblance of colour in their faces, calm as stagnant water, and were kneeling motionless on the ground as Mo Ran stared at them, and they didn't look up, just like that.

""

Mo Ran tried again to move his fingertips and prod the spell.

The two brothers kowtowed down long and then rose and rolled their eyes, and in those two dark eyes Mo Ran saw his own reflection.

The reflection is not too clear, but somehow Mo Ran feels she sees it clearly, in all its glory, in all its glory.

He saw a ghost against the full moon, pale and with red glowing eyes.

Mo Ran heard his own voice, trembling and hoarse, trying, "Report your name."

The answer to his question was two ancient, flat voices, "The name is not mine."

Mo Ran's heart was pounding and his blood was rushing through his body as his throat knotted and he continued to whisper, "Where are you?"

"The earth is not by me."

"What is this day and night?"

"Age is not by me."

A low-ranking black disc successfully controlled for a Zhenlong game will have three no-no's: the name is no-no's, the location is no-no's, and the year is no-no's.

All are determined by the owner.

This is exactly the same as what is contained in the remnants of the ancient scrolls.

Mo Ran was frightened, and it was strange to say that the most he felt in the face of the two pieces he had made with his own hands was not ecstasy, but fear.

What he was afraid of he did not know, but inside he was in turmoil, chaos.

He knew he was standing on the edge of a precipice no, he had fallen off the cliff, and below was darkness, an endless abyss, and he could not see the bottom, could not see where death was, where it ended, where there was fire, where it was the end.

He felt as if there was a soul inside him hissing and screaming in pain, but it soon shattered, crumbling into powder and debris.

Trembling, he reached out his hand and touched the cheek of one of the pawns.

He swallowed, but there was no spittle in his mouth, his lips were chapped, his handsome face twisted as he stared at the young master, then asked one last question, "What is it that you seek"

"All that I ask, to be a pawn of the king, in pieces, in pieces."

""

Mo Ran doesn't shake anymore.

Everything around us suddenly became very still, cold and silent, like ice.

He made two pawns, two of them, and made the two young brothers, whose names he did not even know, into puppets on a string under him. If he wanted them to go east, they would not go west; if he wanted them to kill each other, they would not be netted.

He is their master.

Zhenlong The game is worst for controlling dead things and strongest for controlling living people.

Mo Ran's spiritual power was so strong and fierce by nature, and he was so talented in this field, that the first time he made a move, he was able to control two living monks, although they were only two young, newly initiated monks.

After the initial trepidation, Mo Ran suddenly felt extremely stimulated, extremely excited. It was as if a scroll was unfolding in front of him, with all the sights and sounds, all the flowers, everything cupped in the palm of his hand, everything was his.

All that he loves, he can hold tightly.

He hates it all and can crush it to pieces.

Mo Ran was excited, his heart still beating fast, even faster, but not out of fear, but out of excitement, the three forbidden techniques of the Zhenlong game

Sneaky and failed tens of thousands of times, but he finally got it he finally succeeded he did extremely well.

The whole world will be in his hands

With these black sons he could do many things that he could not do before, and he could make his minions from the north of the desert to Jiangnan

The colours in front of you are glorious.

As if anything could be done, anything could be done, he

" Mo Ran ."

Suddenly a familiar deep, cold voice interrupted him.

As if a basin of cold water, those vermilion buildings and high platforms seemed to collapse in an instant, and he seemed to fall from the clouds to the cold, hard ground and back to the depressing reality.

Mo Ran slowly turned his head back, his gaze scarlet and fierce, to the moonlight, and saw the cold, white man standing on the gravel.

""

There has never been a time when he did not want to see Chu Wanning more than at this moment.

"What are you doing here?"

Mo Ran's hand was clenched into a fist and she pursed her lips, not answering immediately.

Behind him stood two more Zhenlong pawns, imperfectly made, and if Chu Wanning had looked closer, he would have noticed something different, and all would have been lost.

Chu Wanning, given his character, would have had his tendons cramped, his legs broken, and his spirit core destroyed, and then the scraps of ancient books he had transcribed from the forbidden places of the Cangshu Library would have been burned to the ground.

When he didn't make a sound, Chu Wanning frowned slightly and took a step forward with her white silk tracks on the gravel.

But also, really, it was just a matter of taking that step. And then he stopped and looked at the two disciples standing eerily behind Mo Ran.

Not caring any more, Mo Ran lightly crooked the tip of his little finger, but with almost all his will, he hissed the command in his heart, finally making the two disciples move as he wished.

One of the disciples laughed, "This one was thrown too close, I must have thrown it further than you with that one just now."

"Go ahead and blow it, you anyway, Elder Yu Heng."

They moved as usual, goofing around as before, and even froze for a moment when they saw Chu Wanning, before they both saluted Chu Wanning, who looked at them for a few moments and felt that something was wrong, but it wasn't that clear.

"Ask Elder Ann."

" Yu Heng elders an."

The two disciples curbed their smiles, greeted Chu Wanning in a dignified manner and had the good sense to leave the area.

Chu Wanning frowned, his brow unhurried as he watched the two pawns approach from the river bank, approach himself, cross the shoulder and walk towards the bamboo forest. He was not even half relieved when he heard Chu Wanning suddenly say

"Stand still."

"" Mo Ran's face paled slightly, his nails actually pinching red marks into his palm, but he said nothing, nothing at all, he quietly watched Chu Wanning's subtle expressions, watched Chu Wanning's every move.

Chu Wanning said to the two wooden figures standing still, "Come back."

Mo Ran had no choice but to make the two pieces do as they were told, and slowly walked back from the end of the bamboo forest to stand in front of Chu Wanning.

Light clouds move in and the full moon peeks out.

In the snowy moonlight, Chu Wanning looked into the faces of the two disciples and suddenly raised his hand and placed his fingertips on the side of the neck of one of them.

Mo Ran watched Chu Wanning's expression closely, unmoving but with his heart beating wildly.

He knew that Chu Wanning must have sensed something was wrong and that was why he suddenly reached out to check for pulsations. You know that people who are new to Zhenlong's pieces can usually only manipulate dead bodies, not the living. These two were made directly from the living, but Mo Ran wasn't sure he had really done that perfectly, wasn't sure if he had killed them instantly when he punched the black piece into their hearts.

""

After a long time of straining, Chu Wanning finally dropped his hand, then brushed his sleeve and said, "Let's go."

Mo Ran felt the knife hanging around his neck move away without Chu Wanning noticing. The heavens had seen fit to let him live under Chu Wanning's nose.

When the two disciples had left, Chu Wanning looked at him twice before saying, "What are you doing here at this late hour?"

Mo Ran said, "Passing through." His tone of voice was perfect, and he didn't suddenly become nice to Chu Wanning just because he had a grudge. Or perhaps it was his cold and disobedient gesture that made Chu Wanning, who should have been suspicious, purse his lips and remain silent for a moment.

Not wanting to spend any more time with Chu Wanning, he looks away and walks forward. But as he was about to cross paths with him, Chu Wanning suddenly said something that made him tense up in an instant.

" Cangshu Library Forbidden place, someone has recently infiltrated it."

"" Mo Ran did not turn around, but a fine light twisted in his pupils.

"You should know that all that is stored there are remnants of some forbidden arts that are held by each of the ten sects."

Mo Ran stopped in his tracks and he said, "I know."

"One of the most important remnants of the scroll shows obvious signs of having been tampered with."

Mo Ran laughed coldly, "What does that have to do with me?"

He was hanging on, knowing that as soon as Heaven's question was lit up and coiled around him for questioning, then all his sinful deeds, his budding demons, would be exposed to Chu Wanning's eyes.

His big dreams, his ambitions, were then over.

Chu Wanning was silent for a moment: " Mo Ran, how long are you going to be stubborn?"

There is already a vague sense of indignation in his voice.

"" Mo Ran doesn't answer, but almost anticipates what will happen next.

Anticipate that flash of golden light of the heavenly question.

I was expecting Chu Wanning to ask me why I had done such a beastly thing with such a decent face, as he always does in his eyes.

"Do you have any idea how dangerous it is right now?"

Irredeemable.

He still finished thinking those four words dryly.

Then, almost in some bewilderment, he turned his head. Look at Chu Wanning's face in the moonlight.

His face was pale, a vague unrest suppressed beneath his sword brow, a pair of penetrating eyes looked at him, but saw nothing through, nothing at all.

"That forbidden art is capable of killing people if someone really practices it. You stayed up all night and came to such a deserted place, do you want to give up your life for nothing"

""

Chu Wanning's voice was low, almost biting, "After all the deaths in the Battle of the Rift, haven't you been taught how to save your life? How can you rest so easy when you know that the scrolls were stolen?"

Mo Ran was silent, his dark brown eyes staring at the other man.

His forehead was covered in a fine sweat, which slowly calmed down by this time, and was cold when the wind blew.

His body relaxed section by section, and an odd taste pervaded his heart, and at the end of the day, Mo Ran almost broke into a smile, "Master"

Chu Wanning's phoenix eyes flicker slightly.

Since Shi Mei's death, Mo Ran had never smiled at him and rarely called him Master.

Mo Ran smiles and asks, "Is that concern for me?"

""

The smile blooms brighter.

Bright as a bayonet, the white blade entered, the red blade exited, plunging into the chest with a plop, the blade beaded with blood. He grinned slowly, like a scorpion's poisonous cheeks.

"The Battle of the Heavenly Rift," he laughed, "It's good that Master can mention the Battle of the Heavenly Rift. It doesn't matter what I learnt from that battle, the key is that Master learned to care for people."

Seeing the light in Chu Wanning's eyes twitching, desperately straining, but unable to dodge, with no way back.

The smile on Mo Ran's face grew more exaggerated, wanton and cruel.

He chewed on him, he chewed on Chu Wanning's throat bone, and suddenly he felt so happy that he burst out laughing: "Ha ha ha ha, good, good, what a good deal, an unknown disciple for Master Chu's conscience. Today I finally feel that Shi Mei's death was a good one."

Even a man of Chu Wanning's composure and aloofness trembled slightly at the sound of his frenzied laughter, which coiled like a vulture.

" Mo Ran "

" Shi Mei died a good and worthy death, a righteous and worthy death "

" Mo Ran, you"

Don't laugh.

Stop saying that.

But he could not say it, Chu Wanning could not say it, he could not plead for mercy, he could not beg, and he could not condescend to rebuke the disciple who had gone mad, saying, "You are wrong, it is not that I do not want to save him, but I really have no more power.

I have suffered the same injury as he did, and if I expend one more inch of spiritual energy, I will also become a bone in the mound and a man under the spring.

He couldn't say it.

Perhaps it felt too weak to make such a confession.

Or perhaps he felt that in Mo Ran's mind, even if he were dead, he would be no more important than Shi Mingjing, who treated him most tenderly.

So Chu Wanning, in the end, just tried his best to suppress the trembling in his voice, and in a low, wordy squeeze, he said, " Mo Weiyu, how long are you going to be mad."

""

"Give me back."

The flames of anger cooked with mourning, and the throat was bitter and salty.

" Shi Mingjing didn't die to get back a madman like you."

"That is not true, Master." Mo Ran smiled, " How could Shi Mei's death be returned in exchange for me"

He is like a snake and a scorpion, like a bee and an ant that engages the heart.

"He died and came back in exchange for you, obviously, Master."

Bee sting into flesh and blood.

Watching Chu Wanning's face turn white gave him a painful thrill. He provokes him to death, trolls him, breaks his own heart, and makes Chu Wanning's life a living hell.

Excellent.

They go to hell together.

"I want to go back, too." Mo Ran smiled brightly from ear to ear, her pear swirls deep and brewed with hemlock, "I don't want to be wandering around in the middle of the night either. But his house is across the street from my house."

Mo Ran did not say who it was, he used the word "he".

The intimacy of it makes Chu Wanning even more tormented.

"The light in his house will never come on again."

Chu Wanning closes his eyes.

Mo Ran smiled, and after a long time, his expression gradually calmed down: "I wanted to ask for a bowl of cod roe, but I couldn't do it anymore."

For a moment, Chu Wanning's eyelashes fluttered and her lips moved slightly as if she wanted to say something.

But Mo Ran didn't give him the chance to say it, nor the courage to do so, as he sneered, "Master, Middle Shu Area people are the best at making things like chuanshou, the red oil, spices and peppers. It's what you hate most. When you wanted to cook another bowl for me, I appreciated it. But I don't need to taste your food to know that there's only one word for it."

Chu Wanning still does not open his eyes and his brow is slightly knitted.

It seems that in this way, one can escape the sharp sword of the lips.

"I don't read much, but fortunately I just heard Xue Meng talk about it the other day and I thought it would be perfect for the Master's copybook."

What is it

waste of effort

wasted effort

Chu Wanning searched confusingly in his consciousness, as if he was busy trying to find a suit of armour that would fit, finding the hardest word to pick himself up first so as not to be bullied too much.

worthless

Mo Ran still didn't speak, the word dipping playfully between his lips.

Yes, it's worthless.

Chu Wanning is convinced that a more chilling word cannot be found.

He calmed down.

Until he heard Mo Ran say, calmly, "The East is the West."

He opened his eyes almost in some bewilderment.

He had not expected the other side to be so vicious at all, and his hands were trembling minutely under the sleeves of his robe.

Mix the dough, season the ingredients and knead the filling

At Basho's Food, he looked over carefully, word for word, with flour crumbs on his face, and wrapped his coppers from crooked to round and lovely.

He has been learning well and has been working hard to figure it out.

Just replace it with four words like that.

The East is the East.

Mo Ran looked at him as the river bank glowed silver at night, and Chu Wanning stood still for a moment, then suddenly turned away without a word.

For some reason, Mo Ran always felt that on that day, he left a little too quickly, no longer as calmly and smoothly as he used to be, like a defeat, like a flight.

He frowned, watching Chu Wanning's back, and as it was about to disappear, he finally called out, "Wait."