Chapter 232: [Dragon Mountain] Double Vision

With an almost distorted voice, Xue Meng lunged at Shi Mei, but too late, Hua Binan, like Yanluo descending from heaven, swept through the air and grabbed Shi Mei's neck from behind.

" Shi Mei "

" Shi Mingjing "

The elders at the top of Death and Life, as well as Xue Meng, looked back at the sight of Hua Binan, who had already taken Shi Mei up into the air with his sword, and was looking down at the chaotic crowd under the bright moon.

Xue Meng was going crazy, stomping after Dragoncity, but halfway up she was overwhelmed by the killer bees that Hua Binan had flung, and had to fall back to the ground, stumbling.

Hua Binan was holding Shi Mei's neck, and the long, slender finger with the ring of the spirit snake slowly brushed across her throat, when suddenly, with a clang, a long spike emerged from the ring of the spirit snake, flashing with a cold light.

"The art of pupil healing is extremely difficult to practice." Hua Binan said slowly and deliberately, "This young man is not a student of Lonely Moonlit, yet he can use it with such ease, so he must be very gifted."

Who could not notice such a move by the people fighting on the ground?

At one point Xue Zhengyong, Mo Ran and even Chu Wanning in front of the link clearly saw Shi Mei being tackled by Hua Binan.

Mo Ran's pupils suddenly closed up, and in his fury and anxiety, the scarlet light of the ghosts rose up, actually shaking Huang Xiaoyue and a dozen others back several feet, a few unlucky ones were even directly knocked off the edge of the cliff of the soul-seeking platform, a vast sea of clouds, falling down without even an echo, and were swallowed up.

" Hua Binan you let him go"

Shi Mei's face was pale and she looked down at Mo Ran and at Xue Meng.

He pursed his lips and finally said, "Go and help the Master, don't mind me."

" Shi Mei "

Chu Wanning was in front of the formation, his face as white as paper, his hands against the eyes of the formation trembling spasmodically, the veins on the back of his hands bursting out, his heart hanging by his throat.

Shi Mei's gaze turned and fell on him, and there was a hint of sadness in her eyes.

"Master."

"What a coincidence." Hua Binan froze for a moment and then smiled, "I've caught a Master Chu's disciple at the drop of a hat?"

Chu Wanning :""

"Then it is no wonder that at such a young age, you have already learnt something." Hua Binan was not shy in his praise, "Such a good pupil, doesn't it bother you to be the master?"

"Hua Binan, if you hurt him, I will make you pay for it one day"

"The implication is that today the Patriarch intends to stand by and do nothing." Hua Binan smiled and spoke to Shi Mei in his ear, "Do you hear me? He chose to save you or to seal the spell."

Shi Mei closed her eyes and her lips trembled slightly, but she did not speak.

Hua Binan laughed loudly, "In that case, I really feel sorry for this young friend, who, having worshipped a master, has placed greater importance on righteousness than on the life of his disciple.

The sound of the wind was all around them and no one answered for a long time.

Perhaps because his life was hanging in the balance, Shi Mei slowly opened his eyes in the midst of the silence and he said, "Master, I am sorry."

""

"I know you all remember that once upon a time I did some things for my own selfish reasons. Those things, I'm still not sure if they were right or wrong I'm actually not worthy to be the Master's disciple, right? Many times, I couldn't do it to sacrifice my life for righteousness and righteousness"

" Shi Mei "

When Xue Meng heard him say this, he thought of the night Chu Wanning died, when Huai Zui ordered them to go to hell to save his master, but Shi Mei was too hesitant to agree.

Mo Ran, on the other hand, thinks of the bowl of cod roe that he had back then, and of Shi Mei's long bow at the inn, apologetically telling him that the bowl of tenderness was originally made by Chu Wanning.

And what about Chu Wanning?

Chu Wanning is thinking of Shi Mei's lament over Shenwu's unattainable request for a sword before Jin Chengchi sought it.

Other than that, I can't think of anything more lacking in him.

Shi Mei is a man who has always been gentle, perfect and obedient. He was like a freshly fallen winter snow, so white and unadulterated that a speck of mud on the snow, a half-blossomed plum blossom, would have been particularly eye-catching and nagging.

His mistakes or his hesitations, his occasional bit of selfishness, a bit of heart, are all so clearly visible and unforgettable.

But he was an ordinary man, not a stone statue or a silk painting, and he had personal feelings.

But no one ever really got to know him.

For Xue Meng, Shi Mei is a friend, a friend who he feels should follow him, accompany him, affirm him and support him.

For the former Mo Ran, Shi Mei was the object of his admiration, the one he took for granted to be holy, forgiving, warm and unblemished.

For Chu Wanning, Shi Mei is a disciple, a gentle, easy-going man with a tolerance and patience that he envies and admires.

It is only then that they suddenly realise that all along Shi Mei has been acting as Xue Meng's best friend and sidekick, as Mo Ran's former vermilion mole and later mosquito blood, and as Chu Wanning's most unassuming and unpromising pupil.

The only thing he hasn't been is himself.

Hua Binan smiled coldly: "Do you have some last words?"

" Hua Binan you let him go"

"Don't hurt him."

"Don't hurt him for goodness sake." Hua Binan said, "All of you will sit on your hands and wait for death, and naturally I will not need his life."

""

The formation in front of Chu Wanning's eyes was darkening and brightening, and it was clear that it had reached the point where its survival was at stake, whether it would be sealed or burst into shape would be a matter of time. His hand was still on the ground, but it was trembling slightly.

This is not a ghostly rift in the sky, the choice is only a matter of moments, and there is not even time to have more than a moment's thought.

It was putting a knife to his pupil's neck, giving him hesitation, giving him the opportunity to look at it with his own eyes, causing him pain and a thorn in his back.

Hua Binan lifted his chin slightly and laughed lightly, "How about it, the formation is open and you can answer the battle again, but if this blade falls, it will be a thousand times harder to come back to life. The patriarch has thought it over."

Just then, Shi Mei spoke up.

His voice was not very loud, but still clearly audible.

"Actually, I don't like candy canes."

"" Hua Binan stared down at him, seemingly confused for a moment as to what he meant.

Shi Mei did not cry, Shi Mei was smiling slightly, looking at her best friend, her old friend, her mentor on the ground.

"I don't like candy canes, but young master, you always asked me to help you eat them when you were little, what I wanted to practice most was actually the knotting technique, but unfortunately my master didn't think I was talented enough and wouldn't teach me much, I," his eyes fell on Mo Ran, " Mo Ran, I I actually know what you wanted to say the day Butterfly Town's sky split."

Mo Ran stared at him blankly, stunned.

Shi Mei still smiled gently and calmly: "But then the Master came back and you never finished those unspoken words again. At the restaurant, I saw you eating together, and I looked at your eyes and knew you would never speak that second half of the sentence again in your life."

Mo Ran :""

"I actually envy the young master and I also I envy the master too." Shi Mei said softly, "Can you guys not find me annoying because of my envy"

"I never thought you hated it," Xue Meng shouted anxiously, her eyes uncontrollably red, "I, I didn't know you didn't like sugarplums, I really didn't know Shi Mei Shi Mei "

Hua Binan, however, was impatient. He grabbed Shi Mei by the neck and stared at Chu Wanning, saying sternly, "I'm going to count to three, and if you don't stop, I'll destroy him."

"No," Xue Meng looked back hastily and shouted anxiously at Chu Wanning, "Master, stop first, we can't let Shi Mei die before our eyes.

"One."

The trembling of Chu Wanning's fingertips has gone from unnoticeable to clearly visible to all.

He looked at Shi Mei, his usual stern phoenix eyes meeting the usual soft peach blossom eyes, which were moistened.

"II"

"Sha"

It was at this moment that the blood splattered.

The shouts of Xue Meng and Mo Ran have almost become a sword piercing the dome: " Shi Mei ".

"Don't count to three." Blood dripped down as Shi Mei raised her hand and covered her eyes.

He hadn't cried since.

But at the moment, blood gushed from his eyes through his fingers and slid weeping down his cheeks.

When Hua Binan counted to two, he ran into the cold spike hanging in front of him and sliced across it. Hua Binan was so shocked that he tried to stop, but the spike was deflected by a few inches, and the blade that was meant to hit Shi Mei's neck brushed against his eyes, and in a flash, both eyes were gone!

" Under the seat of Yu Heng, there is no surrender, nor is there any weakness."

" Shi Mei "

" Shi Mei "

The sound cracked the clouds.

Chu Wanning was also greatly shaken, he had already put in all his efforts, but at this moment, seeing his disciple destroy his eyes and bleeding face, he couldn't help but feel a weakness in his hands, the formation actually recoiled violently in this instant, and a wave of spirit flowed out from the crack, which actually hit him in the chest and shook him out of the room.

Chu Wanning choked out a mouthful of blood, but he couldn't take care of himself, so he tried to mend the spell with his hands, but it was too late. Hua Binan was stunned and laughed out loud as he tugged Shi Mei up by his lapels and pulled him up, a gleam of joy in his eyes.

"I didn't expect you to be so useful so it would seem a pity to kill you."

" Hua Binan what are you going to do"

Hua Binan did not reply, but glanced at Xue Meng for a moment before turning his gaze to the black mysterious boundary that was rapidly splitting open, and said with a smile, "This formation is finally opening after so many people's efforts. This is the first time in my life that I have opened this formation, so I am just trying it out.

As he said this, he drove his sword down quickly, carrying Shi Mei with him, and swept down towards the mouth of the tunnel at the soul-seeking platform, and as he disappeared in front of it, he dropped a final word to the crowd

"Stay here and have a good time, this Dragon Mountain is magnificent, and it's not a bad place to use as a burial place."

Almost at the same time, a deafening sound was heard in the sky. The formation was like ink splashed on rice paper, rapidly spreading out and swallowing up most of the sky in the blink of an eye, hiding even the moon behind a dark and dull blackness.

"What's wrong?"

"What kind of formation is this?"

"Is it the Ghost World Sky Split?"

"But the ghostly sky rift is not this colour."

The people who had been fighting so hard were now all in the same boat again, all alertly looking up at the dark opening in the canopy.

This may no longer be called a rift; above the beckoning platform, a large part of the vault of heaven has cracked, and a dull, sharp vibration is faintly heard from the deep darkness.

Huang Xiaoyue's face was waxy and his nostrils flaring, "Is this some kind of troll coming out from behind here how come there's so much noise."

Mo Ran was at the front of the pack, holding the ghost in his hand, when suddenly a thunderclap passed through the night.

Rumble

Sky Thunder Air Break

"Cracked."

"There's something back there with something coming out."

"Is it a stern ghost?"

Seeing Mo Ran and Chu Wanning too close to the dark rift, Xue Meng wiped the tears from his face and ran towards his cousin and his master, but he was tugged by Xue Zhengyong and pulled tightly behind him.

"Dad."

"Don't go over there, stand here."

"I don't want to be with the Master, I want to be with my brother."

Xue Zhengyong's eyes were as stern as they had ever been, and he couldn't deny it: "You don't want to die, do you?"

The rest of his words fell like a dead branch, and he froze in a daze without saying more.

Xue Meng cries.

Almost bawling, "Father, I'm going to help them, Shi Mei has been taken away, I can't hide behind you and watch any of them get hurt anymore please"

Before Xue Zhengyong could answer, smoke and lightning hissed from the middle of the pitch-black formation, and only a rolling cloud of smoke could be seen raging inside.

When they got closer, they found a group of monks dressed in black and covered with false faces

The man at the head of the group, clad in a luxurious cloak embroidered with gold and silver threads and wearing a hood, also covered with a hideous silver-grey mask, stood with his hands in the air, the wind moving in all directions, the clouds gathering, and even without saying a word, he had an immeasurable aura of fury.

"What the hell is this?"

Xue Zhengyong is stunned.

Others who had seen less of the world were unable to say a word and just stared blankly at the sky dome.

Is it a ghost?

But no, there is no such ghost.

More and more people emerged from the black clouds with their swords, dozens and hundreds of them finally stood on the clouds, almost as many as the cultivators on the ground, nearly a thousand of them!

Xue Zhengyong shuddered, half-heartedly gathered his breath and bellowed, "Are you a man or a ghost?"

""The man at the head of the group rolled his eyes, and when his gaze fell on Xue Zhengyong, he seemed to have a deeper meaning.

"Say something! Do you understand what we're saying?" Xue Meng shouted after her.

Without further ado, the man paused and lifted a pale, slender hand, freezing it in the air.

And then, in one swift, concise stroke, the words fall.

"Kill."