Chapter 230: [Dragon Mountain] Young Boys

If it was him, what would he do?

Rebirth.

would want to bring that person back to life.

Mo Ran looked at Xu Shuanglin, who was curled up in a ball on the ground, and whispered, "You didn't expect Nan Gongliu to be so cruel as to kill Luo Fenghua outright. In a fit of rage, you encouraged Nan Gongliu to throw Luo Fenghua's body into a pool of blood and send it to the eighteenth circle of hell, in accordance with the rules of the School of Confucianism."

"Is he crazy," Xue Meng froze, "if he wants Luo Fenghua to come back to life, he must value this man. Then why push him into the eighteenth circle of hell?"

"Because once the soul is in purgatory, it cannot be reborn." Mo Ran looked at him, and there was compassion in his eyes, "So that Luo Fenghua will not be reincarnated immediately, you can study the law of rebirth, and bring Luo Fenghua back. Then build an ideal state, a fair and just place where you are the god."

Xu Shuanglin :""

After a few moments of silence, the man whose face was mostly festering laughed, staring at Mo Ran's face: "Master Mo, I didn't realise until today that you were a madman."

He paused and said in a very soft voice, "Because only a madman can understand me."

After these words, he burst into laughter.

The laughter was like that of a bald-feathered vulture, dying of old age but still perched fiercely and persistently on a steep cliff face, never revealing a trace of weakness until death.

Mo Ran closed his eyes and also whispered to him, " Nan Gongxu, listen, there are still people in this world who know the art of rebirth, and if you are willing, I will do my best to implore Master Huai Zui of Temple of No Mercy to return your master's life."

""

He spread out his palm and handed the broken spirit core back to Xu Shuanglin: "But please, let me know"

It was as if he was trying to catch the last floating straw to save his life.

His brow was knitted, and where the crowd could not see, there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

"Please tell me who is behind you all this time." Mo Ran said. Mo Ran said, "Who told you of this evil art of rebirth, who taught you the game of Zhenlong?"

Memories overlap with previous lives.

Xu Shuanglin died in front of Ye Wangxi in the smoke of the Confucianism School.

In his previous life, Xu Shuanglin must not have had a specific plan in mind before he died. In this life, however, everything was different. Xu Shuanglin had set up a mysterious plan in Jin Chengchi early on, devising the Peach Blossom Yard shock and the Butterfly Town rift, and then, after the ritual sacrifice of the living had failed, he quickly changed his tactics to collect Shenwu and finally pull Luo The story of Luo Fenghua's escape from purgatory.

Such a method of rebirth was certainly not something he came up with on his own.

"You want to know," Xu Shuanglin said, with a not-so-malicious gleam in his eyes, "that I have been taught this skill, but I am reluctant to tell you."

"Would you rather be a pawn of his until you die?"

"Chess" Xu Shuanglin smiled, "You also think too much, he understands me, he can understand my heart, he is the same person as me. Master Mo, you can die, I will never tell you who he is. You have gone to the trouble of running up Dragon Mountain, content to push me to the edge, but so what."

""

"In the end there will still be chaos, smoke and war. He will still raze the Upper Fairy World and the Lower Fairy World to the ground and turn them into scorched earth. Then the good will be rewarded, the evil will be repaid, the able will be high, and the mediocre will be slaves." The smile in Xu Shuanglin's eyes grew brighter and brighter, "It couldn't be better."

Xue Meng was furious when he heard this: "What good people are rewarded with evil people are rewarded with retribution, what capable people are in high places, what mediocre people are slaves, whether someone is good or evil, capable or mediocre, it is up to you to say whether you are good or evil, whether you are capable or mediocre, those people outside you who are made into pawns and Nangong Changying and so on"

He stole a glance at Chu Wanning's face and couldn't help but lower his voice, "And Nangong Si." Xue Meng looked indignant and unjust: "Are they willing to manipulate for you? They deserve to die?"

"Sacrifice is always necessary." Xu Shuanglin gave him a faint look, "Duke Xue, you are still too young after all."

There was a wan look about him, as if he didn't really want to talk to someone of Xue Meng's intensity, and he turned his head back to Mo Ran.

"If I fall into your hands, kill or be killed as you wish." He even said in a light tone, "I still have a lingering fruit in my Qiankun bag, so if you don't feel relieved, it doesn't matter if you feed it to me."

He said, sneering coldly, "Anyway, in my twentieth year, I was already lynched by you famous righteous men, so it's not bad to have this one more time."

Huang Xiaoyue said: "Who has lynched you? You are shameless to talk nonsense with your mouth open."

But Mo Ran knew exactly what Xu Shuanglin meant.

The lingering of the year twenty was not in the body, but in the soul.

Nan Gongxu was also a practitioner of the arts, and had a good heart. He had also heard his master's advice to be a gentleman for a lifetime and to fight evil with his sword.

The Lingshan Mountain Conference, however, killed him by a thousand cuts.

Mo Ran closed his eyes and saw that Xu Shuanglin was miserable and would not live much longer. Perhaps it was because he was so much like himself in his past life that even though he had a grudge, at this moment he could not bear to see him again.

"Xu Shuanglin laughed, looking with interest at the spirit core in his hand and at his own flesh, which was rapidly festering due to the lack of spiritual energy, and he said lazily, "I'm going to die. If I die, there will be no justice in the world, so what's the use of him coming back to suffer and be bullied by you big sects?"

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly sank and he actually crushed the soul core with his own hands, the fragment lodging in his palm and covering his hands in blood.

Mo Ran :""

Xue Meng: "You're crazy"

The crowd was also bewildered, some dumbfounded, some with ashen faces, some with alert eyes, all staring at the man on the ground who was inhuman and ghostly.

Xu Shuanglin paid no attention to anyone as he looked at the last traces of Luo Fenghua on this earth and watched it go up in smoke, finally bursting into tears of laughter, his face full of blood and tears, laughing in a horrible, insane way.

From now on, no one can see anyone, no one can hate anyone, they are all turned into dirt and dust, so good, so good.

He rose slowly and staggered forward, watched by the crowd, to the Shenwu formation, where there was a weapon, the khon.

He sat down and plucked a few strings with his charred and rotting fingers.

Zhenlong The repercussions of the game grew worse and worse, his seven orifices began to bleed and his fingers began to burn, and eventually his whole body was engulfed in the robbing fire, but he still played in the firelight.

He seemed to look somewhat relieved, somewhat relaxed, but all that relief and relaxation soon ceased to be visible, his flesh was rapidly shrinking, curling and drying.

Fiery deception.

Xu Shuanglin's diffident voice came out of the fire, calm and unhurried, as if no amount of pain could sway him, no amount of death could coerce him.

"The best thing about being a young man is that you can see all the flowers in the sky with light hooves and fast horses"

Many of the older members of the crowd were reminded of the young man at the Lingshan Mountain conference in this lazy, light-hearted ditty.

He is dressed in green under a crane, and his eyebrows are open.

The young man emerged from the dark tunnel, from the wasteland of memory, and he stepped confidently into the arena, carrying his battle-hardened sword, his hands covered with the calluses of his painstaking swordplay.

He was so young, so handsome, so flamboyant and flowing, even a little uncaring. He glanced at the lords of the ten sects and the crowd of spectators, and suddenly grinned, an extremely clean smile. The young man, in his early twenties, stopped in his tracks, straightened his back, and turned to the sun-splashed field, to the brilliant future in his eyes, and cupped his fist and said.

" Confucianism School, Nan Gongxu . In today's first battle, I would like to ask you all, seniors, to be generous in your advice."

The ultimate disappointment, the teenage tour.

After a long time, the fire extinguished, leaving on the invocation table only five unowned Shenwu, and a formation of rebirth that had not yet completely disappeared and was hovering and twisting in the air.

Luo Fenghua, too, and Xu Shuanglin, too, are no longer with us.

Xue Zhengyong, somewhat incredulous, opened his eyes blankly and muttered, "Is this all over?"

"Amitabha Buddha, the cycle of karma is all about retribution." Master Xuan Jing of Temple of No Mercy closed his eyes and sighed long and hard, "I wish all the grudges in the world would return to dust."

Xue Meng looked at him with a blank stare. This old baldy, who had not contributed much on the way, was quite good at making backhanded remarks.

"What should we do next," he turned to his father and asked, "should we just go down the mountain? But he has another colleague, and we don't even know who that person is."

As we were talking, Jiang Xi suddenly shouted, "Watch out!

The crowd followed his gaze, only to see the rebirth formation in mid-air shrink to half the size of a palm, then freeze for a moment and actually spread out again with astonishing speed, as if a sore had opened up in the sky, with wisps of twisted black air gushing out from within.

Xue Meng exclaimed, "What's going on? Xu Shuanglin is dead, shouldn't this rebirth formation disappear with him?"

Jiang Xi squeezed his fingers and stared at the eye of the formation for a moment before cursing in a low voice, "No, no this is not a corpse demon nor a rebirth, neither are we, nor Xu Shuanglin, I'm afraid we've all been tricked"

"What" Xue Meng was taken aback, "if it's not a necromancer or a rebirth then what could it be"

Jiang Xi said with annoyance, "It doesn't matter what it is at all, the priority is not to let this formation take full shape."

In a flash of lightning, Chu Wanning, the most no-nonsense of all, had already launched his Heavenly Question and struck at the centre of the boundary. The dagger in his sleeve flashed coldly towards Chu Wanning's back, as if to stop him.

"Master."

"Master."

The two cries of alarm were from Xue Meng and Shi Mei, but they were too far away to come to their aid.

A snort.

It was the sound of a blade sinking into flesh and blood, and Xue Meng's eyes snapped shut, and when he opened them again, his face was pale, and he looked in that direction, blue and white.

He froze.