Chapter 234: [Dragon Mountain] The Return of the Emperor

Meanwhile, at the foot of Dragon Mountain, all the monks had managed to escape, except for the Jiangdong Court group, who were nowhere to be found. The moment they stepped out of the boundary, many of them were exhausted and fell to the ground, despite knowing that they were not out of danger.

Ma Yun rolled her eyes and slumped on a boulder, crying out, "I can't take it anymore, I can't take it anymore.

Jiang Xi said, "The mysterious spell and the person who came out of it have not been thoroughly investigated, now go back"

"What can we do? If we had the energy to fight them, we wouldn't be in such a mess."

Master Xuan Jing also said, "Master Jiang, it would be better to listen to Master Ma this time, rather than resist here and end up in a heroic and miserable situation, we should go back and regroup and prepare again."

Jiang Xi pursed his lips without speaking, looking towards the people at the top of Death and Life. But Xue Zhengyong and Xue Meng both looked extremely lax, looking at the main trail on Dragon Mountain, until a man swept in from the dust and smoke.

" Mo Ran " murmured Xue Meng.

Mo Ran was the last one to leave the Dragon Mountain boundary, and with a dark frown, he glanced at the crowd and said, "It's Zhenlong Chess, maybe it's related to the First Forbidden Technique, if so, there's no telling who's coming out of there. "

He paused and then said to Jiang Xi, "Master Jiang, I beg you to take everyone to Linling Island, which is protected by the Xuanwu boundary and can withstand Hua Binan for a while. Also your school is Drug Clan, and it will be convenient for those who have been struck by the heart-drilling worm to be relieved of the compulsion."

Jiang Xi asks, "What about you?"

"The Master is still on the mountain, so I will go back to help him after you have left and set things right before meeting you at your sect."

Jiang Xi didn't say anything for a long time, but in the end he raised his hand and clasped his arm, actually bowed to Mo Ran and said, "Waiting for you, Lonely Moonlit, goodbye."

The group, wounded, tired and crippled, were ready to follow Jiang Xi out of the wrong place. Suddenly Mo Ran called out to him again.

"Master Jiang"

"Patriarch Mo still has business."

Mo Ran says: " Aunt Ye"

"I know that Jiang will not let anyone hurt her half again."

Now Mo Ran was relieved. Jiang Xi and the others had walked away, but the people at the top of death and life had not yet moved.

Mo Ran looked at his uncle and then at his cousin and felt a deep sorrow in his heart, but he said with a strong smile, "It's a long story. Uncle, you can take Xue Meng and go first, and then I will tell you the whole story."

Xue Meng, however, was not willing to wait that long, his heart burning, said, "No, how can you be from the School of Confucianism? You have always grown up on top of the dead, you you."

He said "you" for a long time, but finally, with red eyes, he squeezed out a sentence: "You are my brother, right?"

Mo Ran stares at him.

Xue Meng was trembling, and despite his restraint, he was still trembling.

The look of bewilderment and sadness on his face was so pathetic that Mo Ran's throat was so sour that he didn't know what to say.

Finally he came forward and patted Xue Meng on the shoulder.

"When I first came to the top of death and life, you wouldn't even acknowledge me." Mo Ran smiled bitterly, not daring to look again into Xue Meng's round, watery eyes.

Those eyes were too clean, too blazing.

And he is dirty.

He was afraid.

Xue Meng was silent for a long time before he spoke, his voice hoarse: "Can you give me a word?"

He clutched Dragoncity, the scimitar that Mo Ran had given him the crystals to inlay for him.

He grasped it like the floating grass that saved his life.

In just one night, he saw Nangong Si die in a pool of dragon, he saw Shi Mei die with her eyes destroyed, and he saw Mo Ran spill his blood to open a seal that only the Nangong family could open.

He couldn't breathe and just felt like he was drowning.

Mo Ran was upset: "Okay. I'll give you that permission."

He held Xue Meng's shoulders, he was not sure who was shaking, Xue Meng or himself, but it no longer mattered, he looked into Xue Meng's eyes and spoke one word at a time.

"Listen, I have never been a member of the School of Confucianism. Nor have I ever, in my life, done anything to harm the Top of Death and Life, and I would like to serve the School for the rest of my life, if possible."

Xue Meng moved his lips as if he wanted to say something, but before the words came out, tears rolled down his face first, he fought to bite his lower lip for a moment but broke down: " Shi Mei said I never understood him, in fact in fact I never understood you either I used to be too willful and never thought for you guys, I didn't understand anything, I messed around with everything but but "

He paused, tears fluttering down his face.

"But I actually do care about you guys. I'll never scold you again, I'll never bully Shi Mei again I want everything to be the same as it was before as long as things can become the same as before." He was sobbing by the end of the sentence, "Brother, don't lie to me"

He pushed Xue Meng to Xue Zhengyong's side, his voice low and wet, like the heavy dew on a flower at the break of dawn.

"Behave, go with your uncle, I'll come to you as soon as things are settled over here."

With these words, he turned and returned to the Dragon Mountain boundary, dropped the seal and never looked back.

Inside the great hall of the dragon's soul pool, the bricks are crumbling, the stone pillars are falling, and the smoke of a fierce battle is all that remains. The Fairy Tramper's stranger's knife is held between Chu Wanning's neck with such force that the stinging blood rises from beneath the skin and stains the blackened blade.

Chu Wanning closed his eyes and pursed his lips without saying anything.

"Master, this fight is too distracting for you."

""

"You're not concentrating." Fairy Tramper yanked him up off the ground and lifted a finger, the Stranger's blade was instantly hidden, but at the same time he dropped the strongest restraining spell on Chu Wanning, an ethereal blue stream of light binding him securely as he cupped Chu Wanning's chin and forced him to look up.

"Tell me what you're thinking."

Chu Wanning slowly opened his eyes and they reflected the face that was so familiar and so unfamiliar.

He felt chestnut.

He knew it wasn't Mo Ran, but this man's every move was so similar to Mo Ran's, and what was even more horrifying was that he suddenly realised that he had seen this face in a dream.

How many times have I dreamt of making love to Mo Ran, and it seems to be this slightly pale and thin face, handsome with an evil streak, dark eyes with no warmth in them, only fierceness, only madness.

"In fact, even if you don't say it, I know it." He slowed his voice and intoned, "The Master must be wondering who I really am, what I am babbling about, and, where I really came from."

His fingertips scrape Chu Wanning's cheek affectionately.

"There is no hurry. I can tell you all this slowly. By the way," he said, his eyes moving down to Chu Wanning's left hand.

" Nine Songs and Huaisha, don't even think about summoning them. This seat has been warned that it will not repeat the same mistake."

Chu Wanning's face hardened at the mention of his other two Shenwu's names, his phoenix eyes sombre but confused. Fairy Tramper, probably amused by his stubborn and bewildered look, laughed softly.

He touched Chu Wanning's face: "What is it, you are surprised to think that I know Nine Songs and Huaisha but no wonder, I have been informed long before I came and know this earthly world quite well. This throne knows that I, in this time and space, have not yet stepped through the mountains of corpses and forced you and him to draw swords against each other. Naturally he has not seen those two Shenwu's."

"This earthly you"

Fairy Tramper, however, does not reply.

Chu Wanning suddenly had the creepy feeling that this Mo Ran was looking at himself as if he were a corpse, a hallucinatory dream, his eyes too naked, too demented, lush with emotions that were so widespread that they would drive any normal person mad.

"The Gate of Life and Death in Time and Space." He said slowly, "This forbidden art, Master must be well aware of it."

""

"In the other Xianxia realm, Master, you have been dead for many years."

He watched Chu Wanning's increasingly pale face, watched the last vestiges of blood fade beneath his skin. Fairy Tramper looked at him with a gleam in her eyes.

Suddenly it is as if a sharp sheath has been sheathed and a dragon has broken through the water.

The man's calm mood seemed to be stretched to the limit as he suddenly pulled Chu Wanning to his feet, growing slightly frantic: "Yes that's it, that's the face."

""

"It is this face that I see, I see you lying like a living dead man in the red lotus, every day and every night without any blood on your face, your corpse is decaying but you will never speak or open your eyes again, in that Xianxia world you are already dead - you revenge me "

He took a sharp breath, his eyes blazing with light.

Desperate, the fire and lightning raged inside, and dragon snakes danced.

" Chu Wanning, I hate you. You left me alone."

He said this but lifted his arms around him and embraced him whole.

So hot.

Like fire.

He was stung by this long-lost warmth, and a low sigh escaped his throat as he wrapped his arms around him, hugging him so tightly that he could not rub him into his bones and blood, swallow him into his lungs, and live or die, warm or cold, from then on.

He has company and martyrdom, and is no longer a shadow of a man.

No no

But Chu Wanning's head was tingling, his eyes were black, he didn't know what was going on, he didn't understand who was dead and who was left alone

The doors of the temple of the dragon's soul pool have opened once more.

In the gathering light, a man hurriedly came along, and the man called out anxiously, "Master"

A hundred soldiers were on guard and blocked the front.

When the Fairy Tramper emperor heard the voice, he was at first slightly stunned, and then smiled coolly: "I wondered who it was, but it was him." He waved his hand in a loose and lazy manner and said to the pieces that were following him, "All disperse, it's alright, let him in."

Mo Ran had been thinking about the Zhenlong pawns and the Gate of Life and Death all along the way. He felt that Hua Binan was never the last hand, and if Hua Binan had designed all this, there was no reason why he should have victimized Xu Shuanglin in such a way before the Invocation.

So who will the last hand be?

The Zhenlong Bureau, the Gate of Life and Death, the Unreturn, two ancient legends twisted together in the earthly world, one strung together, a crazy thought came to his mind, a thought that sent chills all over his body, but he didn't believe it, he raced all the way, he didn't believe it could be true.

Until he broke into the Hall of Souls.

Until, that is, he got a good look at the man.

Mo Ran felt a buzzing in his head and a rush of blood into his skull.

No

No

How can this be true?

The man in the hall, surrounded by the crowd, looked so contemptuous and cold, and his eyes so despicable and playful.

He gazed faintly at Mo Ran.

The same eyebrows, nose and lips, the same face, charm and physique.

The difference is only a hair's breadth. It is as if he is looking in a mirror, or as if he is looking through a torrent of years and seeing his ghostly, haunted self from yesterday.

Fairy Tramper hooked the corners of her mouth in a blood-curdling smile.

He gathered Chu Wanning to him, tapped the tip of his finger at the corner of Chu Wanning's lips, cast a silencing spell, and then smiled at the man at the door and said.

"Well, Patriarch Mo, I have heard of the Patriarch's reputation for a long time and have been quite curious. And now that the Gate of Life and Death is wide open, you and I have finally been able to meet."

He paused, his eyes glittering with a ghostly light, and his morose white teeth knocking out two fishy, sweet, cold words.

"Nice to meet you."