Chapter 235: [Dragon Mountain] Walking the Line

"How" Mo Ran took a step back, shaking her head and murmuring, "how could it really be you?"

"Good, it is none other than this throne."

Fairy Tramper looked at him slowly, and then smiled, "Well, I thought you wouldn't remember much of your past life after you were reborn, but now that you're like this, you seem to know everything."

""

"And by the look on your face, you seem to have more or less guessed the presence of this throne. In that case, it's not too stupid."

Mo Ran mumbled, he had so many words to say, words that would have rushed out of his throat with his teeth bared, but the last thing that killed him was an unbelievable cry: "But you're dead."

"Oh."

"At Wushan Palace you took the poison, the king of poisons, there was no chance of your survival you died in a coffin under a flowering tree before the Tongtian Tower, you were dead."

Fairy Tramper laughs softly, "That's not a good enough reason."

His eyes were like the sharp beak of a raptor, trying to peck the shell of Master Mo's body to pieces, to pierce it.

"Why don't I say one for you?" He spoke softly and slowly, with the ease with which he played with people, and laughed lightly, "Yes, I am indeed dead, and the person who can best prove that I am dead is standing in front of me at this moment."

Mo Ran :""

"For you are the spirit from which this throne escaped." Fairy Tramper laughed, "Most benevolent and kindly of the Ink Patriarchs, across the rolling dust, are those who come to tell this throne from time to time of your how-to, heroic acts of kindness"

He snorted and grinned.

"You are so funny and interesting, I thought you didn't remember much of your past life so you could act like nothing was wrong. But you actually remember it all."

"" Mo Ran clenched his back teeth.

"Alas, O Patriarch Mo, did you think that if you kept silent, no one would know the truth did you think that if you put down the butcher's knife, you could start all over again Most importantly, did you think that"

Fairy Tramper struck harder, choking Chu Wanning's neck, her nails sinking into the flesh, bruising Chu Wanning's skin, frowning in anger but unable to say a word.

"Do you think that I would be so benevolent as to leave you alone in the light, when my world has run out of fire?"

"Don't you move him."

Fairy Tramper snorted, "Don't move him don't you think it's ridiculous for you to say that to this seat"

He holds Chu Wanning, slowly, in a circle.

He and Mo Ran are looking at each other.

Fairy Tramper is staring at the Ink Master.

Mo Ran is staring at Mo Weiyu.

Past lives are staring at this life.

Fairy Tramper was mocking him, "Don't you know how this seat moved him, and now you're pretending to be the good guy?"

"Don't say it."

"Well why not? Don't you find those things interesting, unpleasant after all these years of separation, and the fleetingness of death and life, and don't you think you ought to have a pleasant talk about them?"

Mo Ran shook his head incessantly, his face more ugly than Chu Wanning's at the moment, angry and helpless, guilty and desperate: "Don't say it."

"Oh, it's funny how you just want to shut this seat up, our wise and benevolent Patriarch Mo, at the moment seems" Fairy Tramper deliberated and spat out three words, "scared."

Mo Ran could not wait any longer. He watched Chu Wanning strangled tightly in the arms of Fairy Tramper and his heart swelled with rage. He didn't know what to do, he just wanted to stop the mouth of the demon in front of him, he just wanted to sink all the ugliness and all the past into the ground and seal it in a coffin.

The hellish light rose and suddenly struck the Fairy Tramper, the red starbursts crackling with more fierce and vicious light than ever before.

Dodging the attack, Fairy Tramper's expression changed slightly: "Heaven's Questions"

No, he had already come up with the answer himself after saying that the willow vine with its red glow was not a heavenly question.

"Your new Shenwu is quite interesting." Fairy Tramper's face was slightly complicated as he stared at the vine whip for a moment, and then looked up at Mo Ran with a colder expression.

"In that case."

He said and swept back, handing Chu Wanning to one of his men behind him, before raising his hand and summoning Bugui, "Come, spar with this seat. I am curious to know if I am more powerful with Bugui or if I am more vicious with the vine whip."

As he said this, Fairy Tramper's fingers swiped the blade inch by inch, and the blue light of Bugui rose to the peak of its spiritual power.

At the same time, the Ink Master's fingers grazed the willow vine inch by inch, seeing ghosts of red light spilling out and flames burning to fierce proportions.

"Fire" Fairy Tramper snorted, "I may be a wood and fire auror, but I clearly remember being better with wood than fire. Why have you changed your nature?"

Mo Ran was silent, his expression cold and solemn, his lips tightly pursed, a hint of poignancy in his eyes.

It was the one eye of the man standing on the edge of the cliff, shaking and falling.

"Clang."

Two tall, almost identical figures leap up and clash fiercely with each other in mid-air, lunging and tangling.

In a flash, the bricks and stones of the Dragon Soul Hall were splattered, rocks and sand flying, and their turbulent flow even lifted the lava of the Dragon Blood Pond, spraying several feet high and dripping down to the ground.

All the people attached their feet to the spirit to keep the overflowing lava water from scalding them.

The Fairy Tramper and the Ink Master were no exception, and they fought to the death, blades battling and vines dancing into the wind. Black shadows pounced on black, bloody eyes on desperate ones, one move at the peak, flames and lightning surging wildly

Another sharp whistle of a weapon, and the two men pointed their feet, soaring into mid-air as the vine whip clashed with the stranger's sword, splashing up a stream of spiritual energy that reflected on two pale faces.

One back from the dead.

A life is not like a death.

In the midst of the power struggle, Fairy Tramper's eyes swelled with a thousand piles of snow and she bellowed, "No return, quench the spirit."

For his part, Master Mo clenched his teeth and said in a low, slow, sullen sizzle, "Hell, quench the spirits."

In a flash, their own spiritual energy poured into the Shenwu, each of them glowing brightly, and the red and the blue snapped at each other with a loud bang.

Both grunted, one left and one right, each landing on the ground, gasping for breath, oblivious to the pain of their wounds, all attention on the other. They were like tangled beasts in a cage, either you die or I live.

Fairy Tramper's eyes darkened, "You look so much like him in your vine whip moves."

"He" is, of course, Chu Wanning.

The Ink Master was unwilling to dwell on Fairy Tramper and his eyes were murderous: "Get out of here!"

"Let the throne go." Fairy Tramper sneered, "Mo Weiyu, who are you to wear sheep's clothing for so long that you don't forget you still have sheep's blood on your lips?"

Before he could say a word, he was up again, fighting a desperate battle. Fairy Tramper swept in, lava boiling beneath his feet and fire flying everywhere, but how could Mo Ran not know his moves and movements?

In the blink of an eye, the two of them dueled for over a hundred rounds, but they were neck and neck, neither of them able to take advantage of the other.

Mo Ran's forehead is covered in sweat and Fairy Tramper is panting lowly as they continue to hover, staring, circling round and round.

Sweat seeps between the darkened brows, stagnates for a moment and then suddenly drips off.

Mo Ran whispered through clenched teeth, "What the hell are you doing all this for?"

"As I said, the world of this throne is no longer flint, and don't be foolish enough to think of taking this last fire all to yourself."

Mo Ran, suddenly furious: "That's your last fire too."

"But I can't have him." Fairy Tramper said morosely, "What difference does it make between you and me?

Mo Ran was suddenly stunned to hear him say that, and halfway through he said, "You got it."

""

Mo Ran looked at his former self, and the words he had been saying in his heart but had never uttered, he just murmured and spat them out, "It was you who had gotten, and it was you who trampled him underfoot. It was you who extinguished him with your own hands."

Fairy Tramper's expression suddenly became extremely dangerous, the bridge of his nose wrinkled slightly, the water in his pupils seeming to ripple with evil, he was so gloomy that even his title changed without him realising it: "I ruined him ridiculously. How do you know that he didn't ruin me?"

"You don't even know the truth about what happened when the sky split."

"I don't need to know." Fairy Tramper said morosely, " Mo Weiyu, it's too late for that. I think that's fine, as long as he's alive, one of mine, in the palm of my hand, he's happy or resentful, hates me or resents me. It doesn't matter."

He paused, "I just need to be able to see him."

Mo Ran's voice was fried with anger and pain, torn by the shame and trembling that overshadowed him, and he trembled slightly: "You have already destroyed him once. Do you want to destroy yourself, to destroy him in this world a second time?"

Fairy Tramper's face suddenly spreads, his pearly eyes swirling as he looks back and forth at Mo Ran's face.

Then he said, "What is there to destroy or not to destroy don't you think that it doesn't matter whether this man is dead or alive, as long as it can be squeezed in the palm of your hand, whatever is possible."

Mo Ran shook his head, closed his eyes and said hoarsely, "You're wrong. You shouldn't have done this to him, he he was the best person in the world to treat you."

"That's ridiculous." Fairy Tramper's smile suddenly tightened, "He's the best person in the world to treat me... what about Shi Mei? What?"

"You're the one who doesn't know what you're talking about."

They pressed close together, their spiritual energy hissing and flowing against each other.

Mo Ran's eyes are red.

"He treated you with all his heart, but he was stupid and did many things so foolishly that he did not tell you. Wake up, the person you love is not Shi Mei at all, and in all those years you have never had a thought of Shi Mei who you thought of when you lay on the empty bed in Wushan Palace."

"This seat doesn't deny that he's a pleasure to fuck." Fairy Tramper said indifferently, "But so what. He'll never replace Shi Mei."

As soon as Mo Ran heard him say this, he was clearly himself in his previous life, but his blood surged with anger and his skull buzzed as he gritted his teeth and said, "You shall not insult him."

Fairy Tramper narrowed her eyes, "What, you're so protective of him now that you've been screwing him again?"

""

"In this life, you've fucked him too."

His narrowly frowning gaze was like a snake.

The force and spiritual power in both hands did not stop, and the strong techniques even made the other pieces unable to support themselves, some of them even having curled up on the ground.

Fairy Tramper stared at Mo Ran for a moment before his eyes squinted and fell on Chu Wanning before he murmured, "Master Mo, I have heard that Shi Mei is still well and alive in this earthly world, but this is how you treat him."

Mo Ran didn't really know how to argue with a guy who had come through the gates of life and death and had no idea how he had been resurrected.

Finally he said, "What about you? Now you have come to this earthly world, and Shi Mei is still well and alive. But when I came in, why did you cling to my master and not let go"

"Your master." Fairy Tramper rolled her eyes with a sarcastic look, "Heh, you know in your own mind what your master is to this throne."

""

"You said I could hold him."

Mo Ran was so determined to get him to let go of Chu Wanning that she said, "If you do this, you'll be doing right by Shi Mei."

" Shi Mei is so pure and clear that he is not to be blasphemed." Fairy Tramper wasn't fooled, lazily, "But Chu Wanning is different, he looks cool, untouchable, tough and conceited, but he's a wannabe in places no one knows about, have you forgotten"

Mo Ran didn't expect him to speak so plainly and bluntly, and was stunned.

And then he thought inexorably of Chu Wanning's stoic gesture in the Wushan Palace, refusing to submit, and even more, though he did not want to, of a past life when Chu Wanning, under the most despicable means and the most extensive bruising, had finally crumbled into the primeval torrent and joined himself in the abyss, when Chu Wanning would also have come to him, their nature so out of control and fierce that it was like an exile.

The eyes of the phoenix, which were filled with resentment and shame, were slightly closed, Chu Wanning was in pain, his eyes were out of focus, his lips were slightly open, and his eyes were moist and shiny.

He closed his eyes sharply and opened them again, his anger already flaming: "I am not at all like you I have been all my life and I am still"

"How's it all going?" Fairy Tramper wondered this time.

He feels that he has never had any compassion for Chu Wanning, so he simply cannot imagine Mo Ran's love and restraint in bed.

It took a few moments for the realization to dawn on him from the irritated and embarrassed look in the other man's eyes, but the realization was followed by more consternation.

"You're joking."

""

"Haven't you talked to him yet?"

Mo Ran's silver teeth clenched as the red light of the ghost almost materialised, tearing apart the entire dragon soul temple.

Fairy Tramper suddenly laughed out loud: "Master Mo, at this moment I suddenly feel that you and I are no longer related, are you still me?"

The two of them, one like a mad dog and the other like a loyal dog.

The madness is showing its teeth and screaming in mockery.

The faithful, on the other hand, were silent and blushing, stubborn and determined in their confrontation with him.

It's just that the overwhelmed look on his loyal dog's face in the face of the monstrous mistake he once made is actually really, really pathetic and helpless.

The battle was a tussle, but there was no way to tell the difference between victory and defeat.

Fairy Tramper grew a little tired of it.

He suddenly said, "All right, enough teasing with you. Master Mo, let's see the real thing."

As he said this, he waved his hand and the Zhenlong pawns, who had been standing on the edge at his command, pounced on him, leaving Mo Ran with no way out.

"This is your true seal."

Fairy Tramper exited the circle of fierce battle and strode towards Chu Wanning, sneering as he did so, "The pawns I make are naturally also my warriors, so how can they not be considered real?"

Mo Ran watched him carry Bugui, patting Chu Wanning's cheek with the bloodstained blade, before raising his hand to pinch Chu Wanning's face hard, no less sweetly, as he talked to the other man.

In his anger, he forgot that there seemed to be a connection between Chu Wanning and Bugui, and he bellowed, "Bugui!"

The stranger's blade shone brightly and literally faltered in the Fairy Tramper's hand. It seemed to hesitate and struggle.

It does not know to whom it should listen.

Fairy Tramper raised her eyebrows slightly and looked down at her knife, "Oh are you going to listen to him?"

However, it was with this sound that Chu Wanning was suddenly struck by a painful intracranial fracture.

The dreams I had once had, the messy fragments, rolled into my mind like gravel.

Scarlet drop tent with pungent animal skins.

Bones and blood are intertwined.

The long kneeling outside the Great Hall and the haughty jeers of the courtesans.

Fairy Tramper, sensing the difference, lifted her hand to break his silencing spell and said, "What's wrong with you?"

Chu Wanning did not answer, he was in so much pain that his whole skull felt like it was going to split open

He saw the sky covered with bones and ashes, the crab-green vault floating filled with dead ashes, a man in black with large sleeves standing between heaven and earth, corpses strewn across the land, the living.

"Master." The man turned around and it was Mo Ran's face, grinning an evil grin.

In his hand was a slippery squeeze of something bright red.

Fix your eyes on it, it's a poof, poof, still-beating heart.

"You've come at last, to stop me?"

With a slight force in his hand, the heart burst open in his hand, revealing the crystalline spirit core inside, which Mo Ran absorbed into his palm.

He came towards him, stepping closer.

"I can't imagine that you and I have been master and disciple for half a lifetime, but in the end, we still can't escape this showdown."

""

Chu Wanning's eyes slammed shut, his forehead bruised and blood flowing furiously.

Fairy Tramper felt that he did not look right and lifted her fingertips, touching his cheek before breaking his jaw up: "What hurts?"

"" Chu Wanning shivered slightly beneath his fingers.

Fairy Tramper became more and more misunderstood and frowned, "It didn't hurt you much, why are you so unbeatable?"

When Chu Wanning remained silent, he raised his eyebrows as if to say something else, but before he could speak, a heavy cracking sound was heard outside.

Fairy Tramper pales slightly: "Someone has forced the Dragon Mountain boundary"

His eyes were like lightning and he turned his head suddenly.

But an apricot-yellow shadow came flying in, with a surprisingly fast momentum and a treacherous and sinister path, floating like a ghost.

In the blink of an eye, Chu Wanning was in the palm of that man's hand.

Mo Ran said, "Master"

Fairy Tramper Road: " Wangning "

""

The two men, who had both cried out at the same time, looked at each other with disgust in their eyes, but soon both Mo Ran and Fairy Tramper turned their heads back to stare at the uninvited guest floating in the air, his robe fluttering.

Maestro Huai Zui.

Huai Zui's face is not so pretty, his expression is much more withered than five years ago, but the sharpness in his eyes is not diminished, still like a river and the sea of light, rippling waves.

Mo Ran was relieved. He did not know why Huai Zui had suddenly appeared here, but since this man was willing to perform the art of rebirth to save Chu Wanning, he would not do anything against his master.

But Fairy Tramper, who had never seen him before, looked dangerous: "Good little buzzard, who comes out of nowhere to make an enemy of this seat."

Huai Zui glanced at him and his gaze fell back on Mo Ran.

He didn't seem too surprised by the simultaneous appearance of the two Mo Weiyus, and the look on his face at the moment was more one of worry than surprise.

"Master Mo." Huai Zui waved his sleeve, there were too many people here, so in order not to let Fairy Tramper hear him too, he passed the words to Mo Ran with a voice transmission, "I can't stay here for long, come and see me at Dragon Blood Mountain."

He paused and added three words, "It has to be quick."

As soon as he had said that, he disappeared like the wind, disappearing in a flash. The Zhenlong chess pieces and the Dragon Mountain boundaries could not seem to stop him.

There was even a moment when Mo Ran saw a monk tugging on his arm, but the next moment Huai Zui's form was far outside the door of the temple, and there was nothing in the monk's hand but a cloud of cold air.

Fairy Tramper was about to rush out and catch up when a sharp whistle suddenly sounded in the sky, and he grimaced and cursed, "At this hour".

His eyebrows knitted together and he glanced at Mo Ran, but despite his reluctance, he pointed his finger in the air: "You're lucky, but next time you and I will have the chance to fight.

Saying this, he led the rolling tide of pieces and quickly withdrew in the direction of the beckoning platform.

This fierce battle came and went in a turbulent manner.

In a flash, Huai Zui disappeared, so did Fairy Tramper, and there was no one left in the Hall of Dragon Souls. One by one, they were swallowed up by the infinite darkness.

The formation also crumpled and distorted immediately after the last wave of cultivators entered, dissipating into the night sky, leaving only the Emei Moon in the sky, glowing with wisps of scarlet.

The gates of life and death in time and space are closed.

Mo Ran was standing on the windy platform, looking at the night, looking at the wreckage, he felt a chill and could not look back. It was all like a dream, but he knew it wasn't. He knew in his heart that today was just the beginning.

He is a ghost born out of the dead.

Some things are only sooner or later, and there is no longer a way out.

The heinous sins he had committed were like a sword hanging over his head.

Finally ask him for his sin and claim his life with him.

It was as if he saw Fairy Tramper's eyes, so fierce that they seemed to glow red, laughing sardonically, "Atonement how you and I are the same. You, never think of cleansing the blood from you."

He saw the Xue Meng of his past life shouting at him, "Mo Weiyu, I can't forgive you even if you die by a thousand cuts.

He heard the horrible sound of Song Qiutong falling into the boiling oil and screaming for a moment, he heard Ye Wangxi say that there was no man in the seventy cities of the Confucianism School, he saw Xu Shuanglin standing in front of Ye Wangxi with only determination and anxiety on his face.

"Righteous Father"

The sound is like a sharp cone into the ear.

The blood flowed like water.

Finally, he saw a human figure in the shifting light in the fishy past in the nightmare of yesterday.

White and tranquil.

Standing under the begonia tree, while then turning his head, between the light of the sky and the clouds, he smiled faintly.

" Mo Ran ."

""

"It is I who thin you, and I will not complain in death or in life."

He suddenly fell to his knees, and after a bloody battle all night, he was now in a mess of clothes and covered in blood. In the light of the bright blue moon, he was bewildered for a moment, and then, like a mole curled up, his whole body bowed on the ground, whimpering and trembling.

"Master Master Master"

He wailed, he choked, "It's not like that it's not me please please please it's not me"

"I want to go back, I want to start over, whatever it takes, please."

"I'll give my heart out, as long as you don't let me die with the name of Fairy Tramper on my head."

"I really, really don't want to be that person anymore please."

He thought of Xue Meng and of Shi Mei.

He thought of the string of candy canes Xue Meng had handed him when he was a child, telling him condescendingly if he liked them or not.

He thought of Xue Meng clutching his lapel in tears before we parted, telling him, "Brother, don't lie to me.

He thought of when Shi Mei came to see him as a teenager with a steaming hot casserole and said to him, "Mo Ran, I don't have two parents either, we'll be a family from now on, okay?

When he thought of Shi Mei on the beckoning platform, he said, "In fact, you have never understood me.

Then he thought of Xue Zhengyong and of Madame Wang.

Think of how they died in a previous life, of Xue Meng's face submerged in blood.

He thought of Chu Wanning.

He suddenly choked up.

His fingers were raking the ground so hard that his knuckles were worn and his skin was splitting.

"What to do what to do."

He howled in despair and mourning as if he were a trapped beast whipped into a flesh and bone blur.

Only then did he realize that he had thought that Fairy Tramper was one more person in this red world, and that he was not. He suddenly did not know where there was peace in all the world, he suddenly did not know who could forgive him when his old friends were still there.

He is extra.

He curled up, he trembled.

He wailed as he held himself tight.

As if in a mass grave many years ago, beside the rotting bones of my mother.

With tears streaming down his face, he did not know where to walk to stop or where his home was.

At this moment he is even more miserable than when he was a young boy

Suddenly he wasn't so sure who he, Mo Weiyu, really was

Fairy Tramper Imperial, Ink Patriarch.

The seventh generation of the Nangong family, the second son of the Nangong family, is the second son of the Nangong family, the second son of the Nangong family.

The ten evil, stern demons.

A clear and correct patriarch who works with people.

Suddenly he was in fragments, each with an edge sharp enough to lynch him a thousand times over and destroy him to the bone.

Dead.

Alive.

He is all alone.

"I'm not a Fairy Tramper" he muttered, cold. The beckoning platform was so cold that every inch of muscle and bone shivered and he closed his eyes, tears weeping down his face as he whimpered, "I'm not Fairy Tramper what to do I really don't know what to do spare me spare me"

But to whom should I ask for forgiveness Chu Wanning The countless evil spirits that died under his own hands in his previous life or to the fate of the uprooted.

No one can offer him forgiveness, no one can give it.

He buried his face in his palm, and in the silence of the empty world, he finally choked out a sob.

"What the hell am I supposed to do?"