Chapter 24: This Seat and Him Cold War

For a while, no one spoke in the room, except for the choked sobs of Mr. Chen.

Shi Mei looked down and covered her cheek, and when she looked up at Chu Wanning again, her eyes were full of pleading: "Master, don't fight anymore. If you continue to fight like this, you will be responsible for the top of death and life."

Although he was an asshole, he was obsessed with Shi Mei. In his new life, he vowed to hold her in his arms and protect her. But within a few days, Shi Mei is seriously injured and suffers from willow vine, what is this?

Not bothering to settle the score with Chu Wanning, he went to Shi Mei's side and checked the wound on his face.

Shi Mei whispered: "I'm not in the way."

"You let me see."

"It really doesn't matter."

Even though she resisted, Mo Ran pulled her hand down over the wound.

The pupils closed suddenly.

A deep bloody scar, the flesh turned out, the blood dripping unceasingly, all the way to the neck

Mo Ran's eyes could not help but turn red, biting her lip and glaring for a long time, before suddenly turning her head towards Chu Wanning and shouting angrily, "Have you had enough?"

Chu Wanning's face was grim, he said nothing, did not apologise and did not come forward, but stood straight where he was, still holding the Heavenly Question in his hand, which was not infused with any spiritual power.

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Mo Ran's chest seems to be filled with a myriad of spirits and demons.

Who can bear the thought of a lover who has died once in a previous life being subjected to such an ordeal again and again?

He and Chu Wanning were staring at each other, neither one giving in, neither one giving in, Mo Ran's eyes gradually bursting with blood, he had hated Chu Wanning for so many years, to the core of his being, why was this man in front of him always at odds with him?

When he first joined the school and did something wrong, Chu Wanning beat him to death. Later, when Shi Mei was injured, Chu Wanning, who had only three disciples in his life, stood by and did nothing to help. Later, when Shi Mei died, the top of death and life was destroyed and Mo Weiyu became the sole ruler of the Xianxia realm, the only one who did not obey him was Chu Wanning, who confronted him, destroying his work and stabbing him in the conscience.

Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning

In life and in death, it was always him

Both were still dressed in matching gi's, red shirt to red shirt, standing far apart, with what appeared to be an unfillable gulf deep between them.

Chu Wanning's heavenly question was eventually retracted.

Your Mightiness is a living bodhisattva who saves people from suffering, thank you Your Mightiness for saving my family. Mightiness."

It's always the same.

The evil spirits were pacified by him, but it was indeed he who smoked the poisonous willow vine. Chu Wanning did his duty and broke the strictest commandments, but in the end the Bodhisattva was someone else and he was the evil one.

It's never been that way.

He has a bad nature and he admits it.

There are no regrets either.

It was just that the vine whip missed and struck his own disciple, and he was ultimately uncomfortable in his heart, but his face was thin, and he was not willing to say a few words warmly, so he went away on his own and came to Chen family's youngest daughter.

When the little girl saw him, she couldn't help but take two steps backwards in fear, shivering.

She was the only one in the Chen family who was good. Chu Wanning said, "Your mother has been possessed by an evil spirit and her life expectancy has been reduced by more than 20 years. When she wakes up, tell her to set up a spirit tablet for Aunt Luo with her own hands, using red mahogany wood to acknowledge her identity. Luo Xianxian is Chen Bohuan's legitimate wife. You have been concealing the truth for many years, so you should make it known together to fulfil her wish in life."

After a pause, he handed another scripture and said.

"In addition, three times a day, the whole family should kneel three times and bow nine times and recite the mantra of sending Aunt Luo's mother to be reincarnated and to send away the evil spirits that haunt your family. If you stop halfway, Aunt Luo will still come back to seek revenge."

The little girl said in a trembling voice, "Yes, many, many thanks to the Taoist Master"

Chu Wanning suddenly turned back again, his gaze as sharp as a snow-covered bayonet, sweeping over Chen family youngest son and Chen staff, sternly said: "Chen Yao's wake up, you two need to tell her all the hidden things, stay or go by her own decision, if there is the slightest concealment, see I will not stop you two tongue".

The two of them, who were already stern and weak, dared not disagree and kowtowed their heads in agreement.

"As for the Hundred Butterfly Fragrance Powder, this item was prepared by the hand of Scholar Luo, yet you have the audacity to claim that it is your own recipe. You yourselves know exactly what to do, and you do not need me to say any more." Chu Wanning waved his sleeve after speaking.

"I, we must go to the shop to correct, to clarify, to tell the townspeople that the powder is Mr. Luo's."

After all the arrangements were made, Chu Wanning asked Mo Ran to take Chen Yao back to her room and push her blood to detoxify her.

Mo Ran's heart hated him, but he knew that as a young man he had more respect for his master than disobedience, so he said no more. He shook Shi Mei's hand and whispered, "Go and look at your face and stop the bleeding. I'll help her to her room."

Chen family's eldest son's bedroom still has a large red double happiness sticker on it, which I'm afraid we forgot to take off in the rush of events. Now that Chen Bohuan is in pieces, it is ironic to look at it like this.

Chen Yao has become a victim of greed in this absurd farce, and I wonder what she will do when she wakes up.

She was not as fit as Shi Mei, but was an ordinary person. Chu Wanning pushed the blood out of her and gave her the elixir in silence. During the process, Mo Ran served water and handed her a towel, without speaking or looking at each other.

As she left, Chu Wanning glanced over at the wall, flicking her eyes away, but then suddenly realised something and turned back to stare at a pair of inscriptions hanging on the wall.

It was a few lines of small, formalized writing, the inking of which must have been recent, and the edges of the paper were not yet yellowed.

What is written is

Red Jesus' hands, yellow vine wine, a city full of springtime willows on the palace walls.

The east wind is bad, the love is thin. A cup of sorrow, a few years of separation. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

The spring is like the old days, but the people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and moist.

The peach blossom falls, the pavilion of the idle pond, though the mountain alliance is there, the brocade letter is difficult to entrust. Mo, mo, mo.

Chu Wanning's mind was suddenly blocked by the neat and correct writing in regular script, and the three words Chen Bohuan in the signature were blindingly obvious.

The man who had married the daughter of the Yao family against his will, the son of Chen, had a heart so sad that he could not speak of it, and in the last days of his life, he could only stand by the window, blotting ink and pen, to transcribe this song of the hairpin and phoenix of parting.

No longer wanting to stay at Chen House, he fought through the sharp pain of his shoulder wound and turned to leave.

Chu Wanning and Shi Mei were both wounded and could not ride back to the top of the Dead, and Chu Wanning was particularly uncomfortable with flying, so they went to town to find an inn to rest, so that they could check on the aftermath of the Ghost Master's temple the next day.

Although the ghostly corpses were reduced to powder by Chu Wanning's "wind", only the corpses controlled by the ghost master were damaged, not the souls.

Chu Wanning walks silently in front of him, followed by his two apprentices.

Shi Mei thought she had suddenly remembered something and asked, " Mo Ran, what's with the clothes on you and the Master"

Mo Ran is stunned and remembers that she and Chu Wanning are still wearing their wedding robes, so she takes them off in case Shi Mei gets the wrong idea.

"This is actually the same illusion as before, you mustn't think too much of it, I"

Halfway through the conversation, I suddenly noticed that Shi Mei, who was also involved in the ghost celebrant's wedding, had one on her, but it was not quite the same as the two of them. It was worn and torn, so it was hard to tell what it originally looked like.

But at least, it was a gi.

Standing side by side with Shi Mei like this, I could also imagine that I was holding Shi Mei's hand, worshipping the heaven and earth and drinking the fm in a vision of a ghost celebrant.

For a moment, I couldn't bear to take it off again. I just stared at Shi Mei.

Shi Mei laughed, "What's with the half-talking."

Mo Ran muttered, "Nothing."

Chu Wanning was ahead, a few paces away, and didn't know exactly how many sentences he had heard of their conversation, when he stopped and turned back.

It was already dawn, and after the ups and downs of the night, the twilight was gone, and the sky was suddenly flooded with the first light of dawn, the bright red rising sun like a broken and bleeding heart, struggling out of the dark abyss, blotting out a splendid splendour.

Chu Wanning stands against the light, at the end of a long, increasingly translucent night, in the dense early sunlight of the sky.

His wedding clothes were like blood, and he stood sideways, the rising sun tracing the side of his face in a blur of gold, making it impossible to see the expression on his face.

Suddenly, the spiritual power was outputted and the gi was shattered by the strong force.

The fine red fabric, like the red petals of a begonia falling, is suddenly scattered in all directions by the wind.

The gi shattered, revealing his white robe beneath, rolling and tumbling in the wind, along with his long, inky black hair.

Blood on shoulder.

Remnants of clothing in the wind.

The splotches of blood from the wounds inflicted to protect Mo Ran were particularly bright and stark on the white robe.

After a long time, Chu Wanning laughed coldly, rather mockingly: " Mo Weiyu, between you and me, what is there to be misunderstood?"

When he gets angry, he calls Mo Ran Mo Weiyu, and he's so cold and polite that he doesn't give off any hot air.

Mo Ran choked coldly, unable to speak as he gagged.

Chu Wanning laughed and left.

He was walking alone, as if the sky and the earth were vast and he was alone.

His sky-high mocking face, once he reached the inn and closed the door, could not be tensed.

Chu Wanning gritted his teeth, a look of pain on his face, and raised his hand to touch his shoulder.

The sharp claws of the Demon Master were the body of an immortal spirit, which, by calculation, was no less powerful a weapon than that of the Heavenly Question. His entire shoulder was torn and scratched and pulled out, but because he was in a hurry to exterminate the demon evil, he did not treat it in time, and by now, it was infected and festering, and the pain was excruciating.

Standing in the room, taking a breather, Chu Wanning tried to remove the robe from his body, but the blood on his shoulders had clotted and the material stuck to the flesh, making it painful to tug.

Next door was Mo Ran's room, the inn was not well insulated and he didn't want anyone to know, so he bit his lip and tore off the bloody fabric

"Uh."

After a muffled grunt, Chu Wanning slowly released his lips, which were already full of blood, and he gasped for air, his face bloodless and covered in cold sweat.

Dropping his long, thick lashes, he shuddered slightly and went to look at his injuries.

Fortunately.

Still able to handle

He sat down slowly, holding onto the table. With the water and towel he had asked the waiter to bring, he used his uninjured hand to wipe the wound, little by little, against the pain.

A sharp knife is gouged in to cut away the rotting flesh.

And afterwards, apply the wound medicine made by Madam Wang.

Alone again, slowly and with difficulty, wrap yourself in gauze.

He was not used to showing weakness in front of people. He had experienced such suffering many times, and each time he had pulled through alone.

If a beast is wounded, it hides itself and licks its wounds, and he sometimes feels that he is just like those animals. In the future, he would probably remain alone like this.

He knew he was unpleasant to be around, so he didn't want to be pathetic and turn to anyone. He had his own inexplicable paranoid dignity.

Just a brocade bag fell on the floor when he took off his clothes.

The red satin embroidered acacia, he took his aching, trembling fingertips and slowly unwrapped it to reveal two tangled sections of green silk inside.

He and Mo Ran's.

Chu Wanning had a momentary lapse of concentration. I wanted to bring the pouch to the candlelight and burn it, along with the ridiculous knot of hair. But in the end, I couldn't do it.

The couple are married and love each other.

The thin laughter of the golden girl seemed to ring in the ears again.

Aware of a certain stirring deep within himself, and therefore all the more self-loathing, he clutched the soft pouch in his hand and slowly closed his eyes.

He couldn't stand the thought that Mo Ran had been harbouring, he couldn't stand the thought that he could rip out his heart and cut and chop and throw away the nasty thoughts inside.

What's wrong with you?

Mo Weiyu, is this what you should be thinking about? Is this how you can be a mentor?

"Knock, knock, knock."

A sudden knock on the door startled Chu Wanning, who was condemning himself, and lifted his eyes, quickly putting the pouch away in his broad sleeve and pulling a handsome face, not good-naturedly.

"What people?"

"Master, it's me." Mo Ran's voice rang out from outside, causing Chu Wanning's heart to beat a few beats faster, "Open the door."