Chapter 206: Master, Who Am I Really?

Mo Ran swept past the tide of corpses and headed straight for the base of the hill, out of the boundary, and his eyes immediately fell on Nangong Si.

By now Nangong Si's confinement has been lifted and Ye Wangxi is kneeling on one knee, dressing his wounds. Mei Hanxue, on the other hand, is sitting quietly on the ground between Jiangdong Court and Nangong Si, a khon in front of her, her fingers moving with the sound of flowing water.

Mei Hanxue is the grand master of Kunlun Snow Walk Palace, and is said to be an unpredictable and deceptive figure who changes his ways from one moment to the next, from the most serious to the most unpredictable.

Thanks to him, Jiangdong Court's group could not help but sit on the rocks next to Nangong Si and stare in disbelief, even though they wanted to kill him alive.

When she saw Mo Ran coming down, Mei Hanxue's playing came to an abrupt halt and she withdrew her instrument, rising to her feet with a slight nod.

A style that is extremely dignified and circumspect.

"How's the mountain?"

Mo Ran said, "It's all fake."

"Huang Xiaoyue was still lying in the gazebo next to him, having his legs and shoulders pounded by some disciples, making a frail face as if he was dying, but he couldn't help but narrow his eyes at the sound of the words. and listened with open ears.

Mo Ran said, "Xu Shuanglin is not on this mountain, I'm afraid it's on Dragon Mountain. I"

Before he could say anything else, Nangong Si was already pale, staring fiercely at Mo Ran: "Xu Shuanglin is on Dragon Mountain."

"Maybe, but not with complete certainty."

Nangong Si froze for a moment and muttered, "Impossible, Dragon Mountain only takes orders from the Nangong family, Xu Shuanglin he"

He remembered something, and suddenly the words stopped, and then the last bit of blood faded from his face, and his dark eyes stared into Mo Ran's face.

He had forgotten for a moment that Xu Shuanglin, too, was originally surnamed Nangong.

The Nangong family, one Willow and the other Soo, were once the most celebrated young men in the world. Who would have thought that the two brothers and the Confucianism School would end up in the same situation as they are today?

Nangong Si lowered his eyelids in silence and said no more.

By this time others were coming down Phoenix Mountain, and thousands of people were crowding back up the mountain like a school of migrating fish.

Chu Wanning walked over, Xue Meng and Shi Mei following him, and he looked to Nangong Si: "How did you hurt your hand?"

"It's not a problem, I scratched it myself." Nangong Si said, "Thank you, Patriarch, for your great kindness."

Xue Meng sighed, "Calling the master, calling what a patriarch, really, the master gave you face and you still don't want it, you"

"I have never had a master." Nangong Si's dry, leathery lips opened and closed slightly: "I have never studied or learned from a master. My mother asked for it when I was young, so the patriarch need not take it to heart."

Chu Wanning :""

"I'm sorry. But I don't even remember the three obeisances back then."

Before Chu Wanning could say anything, he saw Jiang Xi and several other sect heads walking towards the place, followed by a crowd of seven or eight. He was not used to speaking in private in front of so many people, so he pursed his lips and said nothing more, but handed him a small jar of medicine from his Qiankun bag.

"Apply it externally daily and it will heal in three days."

He said this briefly before the others had arrived.

Huang Xiaoyue was also assisted from the pavilion and came over trembling, a cup of soup that Jiangdong Court would undoubtedly not miss.

Now that Lonely Moonlit is the leader of the faction, Jiang Xi should be the first to speak. But Jiang Xi looked at Nangong Si and wondered what was the most appropriate attitude to take towards him.

The Confucianism School has been domineering for so many years that it has accumulated many grievances with many sects, and these grievances have nowhere to go, and they will eventually fall on Nangong Si alone.

But what is wrong with Nangong Si? He didn't take the sword manual from Bitan Villa, and he didn't even ask for a price that was too high for him to know where the manual was. The first thing you need to do is to get rid of it.

This young man, at the moment the only bloodline of the Nangong family, is the key to the gates of Dragon Mountain.

"You."

Jiang Xi speaks with deliberation.

The Confucianism School has left a mess that you must not leave unattended and do nothing."

When Jiang Xi saw that it was the Abbot of Temple of No Mercy, Master Xuan Jing, he laughed in his heart and said, "This old baldy has no purity, so he wants to pick a fight to get ahead.

But it was just as well, as he was no good at socialising anyway, so he lazily kept his mouth shut and stood by, watching Master Xuan Jing leaning on his staff as he preached to Nangong Si.

Nangong Si said after a few words, "Yes, I will go with you to Dragon Mountain."

Master Xuan Jing did not expect him to be so quick to agree to help open the Dragon Mountain boundary, and he froze for a moment before he said, "Amitabha Buddha, if you can understand what is going on, the Gods and Buddhas will know, and your sins will be reduced."

For a moment Nangong Si seems to want to say something, but he doesn't. Nao Baijin whimpers and wails in his arrow pocket and tries to crawl out, but he doesn't move and pushes him back.

"I went to Dragon Mountain because I did not want the Confucianism School's centuries-old heroes to become puppets and help the tigers." Nangong Si said stoically, "But thank you, Master, for being so kind as to show me the way."

In this way, the key to Dragon Mountain is available.

Unlike Phoenix Mountain, however, each of the four evil mountains has a different character, and if one wishes to visit Dragon Mountain, either a member of the Nangong family or any outsider brought in by the Nangong family, one must do two things

First, fast for ten days.

Secondly, when you go to the mountains of the Dragon Mountain, you must walk, not on a sword or horse, but on one foot, over the first three mountains, as a sign of your sincerity.

Xue Zhengyong counted the days and said, "It will take us about ten days to travel from here to the Ban Long Mountains on horseback, just in time to complete the fast. If you do not have any urgent matters, you do not have to return to your sects to fast and cleanse yourselves, so let us go together."

Snow Walk Palace said, "It's good, if we go together, we can still discuss the next steps."

Xue Zhengyong said, "It's just that there are at least three thousand of us here and horses are a bit hard to find"

At that moment, a weak voice suddenly came from the crowd and a hand was raised, a swarthy, lewdly described man wearing a large red brocade robe with a black night cat totem embroidered on the edge: "I have it in the mountain, it should be enough."

"Jiang Xi's eyebrows were raised.

He was the head of the Peach Bud Villa, one of the nine schools of the Upper Fairy World, and he was ranked third richest in the list Xue Meng bought, but now that Nan Gongliu has died, he should be ranked second in terms of wealth. In terms of wealth, he would have been second.

Ma Yun was a much more down-to-earth, business-like figure than Jiang Xi. But after all, the two men had different ways of making money, Jiang Xi being ruthless, wild and full of treasures, and working in the black market.

They have set up large and small stagecoaches in the Xianxia Realm to deliver parcels and rent immortal horses, boats and spiritual carriages.

Faced with the cold-faced god Jiang Xi, the receiving horse looked a little abashed and shrank back, saying, "Then why don't we go to Linling Island? There must be more steeds in Master Jiang's house than I have, heh heh heh."

Crowd: ""

Jiang Xi looked at his creased smile and, after a moment of speechlessness, said, "I am just grateful for Master Ma's generosity, I meant nothing else. This place is close to Peach Bud Villa, so it's great that Master Ma is willing to lend us a ride."

The owner of the horse farm was relieved to hear this and said with a smile, "Then please move to my farm, it is getting late, why don't we stay overnight in the farm and set off again the next day?"

Peach Bud Villa is located on the shores of Lake Xizi, at the top of Lone Mountain. It is a small hill, but it only takes about half an hour to climb to the top.

"Here we are," Master Ma stood excitedly in front of the grand mountain gate painted bright red and raised his hand to remove the guarding boundary, "Please come in, gentlemen, please come in, please come in."

Phoenix Mountain was a trip where all the sect leaders were either anxious or worried, but only Master Ma Zhuang was quick to act as if nothing had happened, and actually managed to put on a steaming smile. The group looked at each other and laughed bitterly, but said nothing. The Sect Master came first, followed by the elders and then by the disciples of all the sects, who entered the boundary gate of Peach Bud Villa in turn.

Xue Meng and Mo Ran muttered, "What the hell is this pick-up horse doing?" I got goose bumps laughing.

"No."

"You're so sure again."

Mo Ran said, "The venerable masters and warriors of the nine sects are all here, and now that everyone is in the weeds, if he is Xu Shuanglin's accomplice, he can do nothing but expose himself."

"Then what is he so happy about?"

Mo Ran sighed and said, "He's in happy to be rich."

"What fortune is he making? He's obviously doing it at a loss." Xue Meng was dumbfounded. It was said that when he was a child, Madam Wang had given him a silver leaf and told him to exchange it for a small kite and three greasy copper coins.

How could a man like him know what was in the mind of the receiving horse.

So even after thinking about it for half a day, he still froze: "Did you hear it wrong. He just said he wanted to lend us horses, not rent us horses. He doesn't take a penny, he"

Mo Ran waved his hand, gesturing for him to stop talking, and the maid in the small peach-coloured coat guided them, smiling, to the house where they were staying for the night.

This row of houses is all set against the edge of the mountain, and one house can house six people. At dusk, Mo Ran stands in front of the window of his room, looking out over the mountains and the smoky waves of the West Lake.

Mo Ran had been agitated and extremely restless since he had come down from Phoenix Mountain, and now that the door was closed, he had finally brought his agitation to the surface. He rubbed one hand against the window pane, while the other subconsciously played with a warm object in his palm.

The view from Jiangnan is always beautiful, but at the moment he has no desire to enjoy it. The sun was setting, and if anyone had seen the look on his face at the moment, they would not have believed that he was the decent and straightforward Master Mo.

It is a face that belonged to the emperor of the former Fairy Tramper.

Shady.

The waning sun pierced his light brown eyes.

In the twilight, Mo Weiyu's face changes to that of a leopard.

Xu Shuanglin shuddered at the sight of the reborn man behind him. He felt as if he had a knife on his neck, the blade of which was pressed against his skin, piercing his flesh, and blood was already seeping out.

But the man doesn't cut down hard, and he can't turn back. He couldn't even see who was standing behind him, and at any moment, it would take his life.

His mind was in turmoil and he always felt that he would not be able to hide his rebirth for long.

What would he do if the day of the duel was the day the truth was revealed?

What would his aunts and uncles think of him, what would Shi Mei think of him, what would Xue Meng think of him

And Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning

If his past life was revealed, how much would Chu Wanning hate him? Would he never want to look at him again?

Mo Ran's mind is in turmoil, the more I think about it, the colder I feel, down to my bones

"Snapped."

There was a sudden sound and the object that was being played with in his hand fell to the floor.

He picked it up in a bewildered trance and glanced at it faintly.

There's a bit of dust on the gadget and it looks like the Peach Bud Villa has not been lived in for a long time and has been poorly looked after, with some dust on the floor.

Pause.

Mo Ran's face turned violently white.

Suddenly he realised what he was playing at

Lying in the palm of his hand is a dark, warm chess piece.

Zhenlong game of chess

Mo Ran is a frightening sight

In his previous life, he had developed a habit in the last two years before he died. Whenever he was in an extremely complicated and irritable mood, he could not help but gather his spiritual energy in his palm and condense it into a small black seed, turning it over and over in his hand.

Mo Ran had overheard the court discussing this matter, and they all thought that he must have been angry, angry enough to be a pawn, to kill, to make puppets out of the living.

"So afraid that at any moment His Majesty might throw out that pawn in his hand."

"Seriously, I'd rather watch him play with a dead man's skull."

"What do you have to fear, I am His Majesty's close servant, God knows how many times my legs have gone weak. How much spiritual energy does it take for His Majesty to make a pawn, he can't be doing it for fun he must have a purpose or to vent ah what if it comes out on me then what am I going to do"

Mo Ran is bemused by this, but also a little amused.

He did not understand what these gibbering courtesans were thinking, and what gave them the certainty to speculate on his heart.

There was no point in him making these pieces, it was just a personal fetish of the Fairy Tramper emperor, simple as that. But since he had heard the comments of the court, there were times when he would playfully pretend to strike the Zhenlong chess piece in his hand at one of the servant girls, frightening them to the point where they were sifting like chaff, his face cold as ever, but his heart secretly amused.

It was the only fun he had in the last two years of his life.

He has not played Zhenlong for a long time.

Seemingly subconsciously trying to cut off from his former self, Mo Ran has not cast this spell since his rebirth.

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight years had passed, and he thought he was going to forget that set of heart techniques, that set of mantra, himself.

But it turns out he can't escape at all

Sin is planted in his soul.

Mo Ran's palm trembles as he stares at the black piece

Suddenly he was desperate

Suddenly he didn't know who he was. Is it Fairy Tramper or is it the Ink Master

Suddenly he didn't know where he was, whether he was in front of the Westwood or the Wushan Palace.

Suddenly he could not distinguish again between dream and reality; he was shivering, shaking uncontrollably, the tiny black child reflected in his eyes like a heavy nightmare, like a blackened bloodstain, and a hideous voice inside his skull laughed uncontrollably and hissed.

" Mo Weiyu Mo Weiyu you can't escape you can't escape you can only ever be evil you can only be a malevolent spirit you plague plague"

Throwback.

"Duk Duk Duk." Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

Mo Ran jolted awake, cold sweat beading. Clutching the pieces tightly in his hands, he turned back and said sternly, "Who"

"It's me." The man outside replied, " Xue Meng ."