Chapter 248: [Dragon Blood Mountain] Oblivion

Chu Wanning knew he had no choice but to put on his thick fox fur cloak, put up his oil-paper umbrella and go to the Wushan Hall.

Inside the palace, the silver and copper lamps glowed brightly, and the ninety-nine lamps shone like a river of stars, reflecting the splendour of the Wushan Palace. The attendants on either side of him were used to seeing Master Chu in bed, and when they saw him enter, they bowed down and saluted. Chu Wanning walked expressionlessly through the side corridors, towards the resting place in the back hall, and reached the carved lacquer door, which he pushed open with his hand.

Inside, it is warm, and unlike the cold rain outside, there is a fragrant smell of wine. Mo Ran is lazily reclining on a couch, his alabaster fingers squeezing a small red clay jug as he drinks his wine.

"There you are."

"" "Sit."

Chu Wanning walks to the bamboo mat furthest from him, sits down and closes his eyes.

Mo Ran didn't force him to come closer, he was already a little drunk and his pale face had a thin red tinge. His eyes were slanted, and there was a slight glow in his dark, purple pupils. Taking another sip, Mo Ran looks up at the carved beams of the phoenix, tapping his fingers on his knees.

Suddenly he asked, "Can you still make coppers?"

Chu Wanning's eyelashes twitched slightly, but he finally said, "No more."

Mo Ran was a little unrelenting: "You did. It was the year he left."

"I can't do it well." Chu Wanning didn't have much of a look on his face, "You're right, that's east."

Mo Ran narrowed his eyes, "You're holding a grudge against this seat."

"No."

"And what if I order you to make one now?"

Chu Wanning didn't say anything, but Mo Ran looked at him with a searing gaze, "I asked you a question. If you had to do one now, would you still be willing."

"Even if I do." Chu Wanning finally opened his eyes and looked at him coldly, "Will you eat it?"

Mo Ran's cheeks were suddenly bloodied, as if he was drunk or angry. In any case, the emotion in his eyes suddenly became bewildered, and it took him a moment to react. He then gritted his teeth and, in a fury, threw the wine bottle down on the table with a clatter, spilling the fine pearly whites all over the floor.

Mo Ran stood up shamefully, his figure like a mountain. He stepped over the broken pottery and strode in front of Chu Wanning, grabbing him by the lapels.

"You too, Song Qiutong too." Fairy Tramper gritted her teeth, "You, all of you, are going to give this throne a hard time."

He let go of Chu Wanning and hovered in place like a vulture, going back and forth

Suddenly, the footsteps stop falling.

He turned to Chu Wanning and asked, "When did you ever teach me the phrase "I see you as you see me"?

Fairy Tramper is by now half-drunk and speaks half-rationally.

"How come I don't remember any of it."

A large, cold hand gripped his wrist and Mo Ran yanked him by the hand, dragging him to the bookcase. Paper was laid out and ground, and a pile of scrolls was spread out with a clatter. Mo Ran said, "Write for me. Teach me again."

Chu Wanning, who was already suffering from a low fever, choked on his anger as he pushed him to do so, turning red and coughing.

Mo Ran shoved a pen into his hand and said grimly and manically, "Write."

Impatiently, he urged, "Hurry up."

Chu Wanning's spirit core had been shattered during the previous duel between master and disciple, and his health had been poor.

Mo Ran is now stunned, staring at the speck of blood, before slowly letting go.

"It's just a letter and pleasantries, what's the point." Finally, Chu Wanning stopped coughing and he let out a long sigh, wiping the blood from his lips with a handkerchief.

He lifted his eyes, slowed his breath, and looked at Mo Ran: "You used to write this beginning to every letter. But I'm afraid you haven't written for so long that you've forgotten."

"I write letters" Mo Ran's dark eyes glared at him, "to whom" he almost sulked, "to whom do I write letters to in this world? "

Mo Ran says this with a sleepy, chagrined look in her eyes and a hazy glint in her eyes.

It was at that time that Chu Wanning had a vague feeling that something was wrong. But he didn't think much of it at the time, just assumed that Mo Ran was drunk and had a bad memory. So he just frowned and didn't say anything.

In the study of the Wushan Palace, there is a letter box, and all the letters from the top of death and life are locked up in a casket and filed away. Mo Ran, like a trapped beast in a cage, suddenly remembered the existence of the casket and took the dusty box out to open one long-lost letter after another.

The letters, by and large, were written by the disciples of the sect, grouped according to the elders under whom they were taught. Most of the writers had died in the year of Mo Ran's rebellion. Among them, Elder Yu Heng's disciples were the fewest, only three, so it was easy to find them. Mo Ran soon came across a thick pile of letters.

He unwrapped it with a shudder.

It was his handwriting that was good, childish and skewed, but written with the utmost care. Looking over each letter, each one reads, "See the letter as if you had met him, and spread your face."

Each letter is available.

Mo Ran's fingers were trembling and her eyes were shining with light and colour.

" Mother, see the letter as if you had met it, and spread the letter."

"Sister Xun, see the letter as if it were well, and show it to Shu Yan."

Those long-ago epithets shuddered and frightened him. His pupils narrowed and narrowed, and a dark cloud gathered over his handsome face.

Chu Wanning stood by, still unconcerned at first, but the more he watched, the more Mo Ran's demeanour struck him as strange.

A tiny terror sticks out its sharp beak and knocks on Chu Wanning's heart.

Something is not right.

He walks slowly over to Mo Ran and looks at her bewildered and frantic face in the letterhead.

What's not right

"My Mother is dead," Mo Ran suddenly murmured, looking up at Chu Wanning, "why am I writing to her?"

Chu Wanning watched his every move from the sidelines, the horror pecking and chiselling in his heart as if some fishy darkness was about to break out.

A cloud descends over the world.

It is odd, but not impossible, to forget the much-written pleasantries of "see you as you are".

But it is so strange to forget all the many letters you have written and not have any memory of them.

Mo Ran was still looking at them one by one: "Zhan Xin Shu Yan, Zhan Xin Shu Yan," and the shine in the pupils of those dark, purple eyes was so painful, so contradictory.

It does seem that a certain important memory is missing.

It was as if the sound of a crust about to crack was heard in the ears.

Chu Wanning's spine almost tingled as he held his breath. There was no one else in the study but the two of them, and in the dead silence Chu Wanning moved his lips and then whispered, "Don't you remember you said at first that you still you wanted to write to your mother even though she couldn't receive the letters anymore."

Mo Ran looked up abruptly.

Chu Wanning could feel his blood chilling little by little, his breath turning to ice.

"The first name you learn to write is not your own."

Mo Ran, bewildered, whispered, "What is that?"

"The first name you asked me to teach you to write was Mother ."

Outside, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the wind howled mournfully, as if countless ghostly claws were slapping against the windows, shaking the paper and wooden pane with a clatter.

A lightning bolt strikes down and shines on the earth.

Fairy Tramper The emperor muttered, "You taught me that why not a single impression not a single one."

The wind blew the forest trees backwards, shadows swayed, and filled the hills and courtyards with the ghosts of evil spirits.

Chu Wanning's face went white as he stared at Mo Ran, his eyes like a hawk: "You, don't remember anything."

The heart is like a drum.

After a few moments of silence, he was answered by Mo Ran's almost confused rhetorical question, "Remember what?"

Drum stop.

The tiny beak of fear finally pecked through the shell, and a wild rush of terror swept towards the only awake person in the room, lapping at the shore.

Chu Wanning's scalp is numb. How could he not remember?

When Mo Ran said she would write to her mother, she wrote over 300 letters, saying that she would write a thousand letters and then burn them to the ground at the Bon Festival.

Over 300 letters, how could they be easily forgotten

His lips trembled slightly, and suddenly a most gruesome suspicion came over him. Chu Wanning said in a muffled voice, "Do you remember what you said to yourself when you first saw Tin Man?"

"What did I say?" Mo Ran said, "How long has it been, how can I possibly remember?"

"You said you wanted a Shenwu like that too." Chu Wanning said, "You wanted a heavenly question too."

This drunken man then asked him, a hint of mockery revealed in his eyes, "What do I want Heavenly Questions to do is to kill, or to interrogate"

Chu Wanning whispered, "Earthworms."

When red lotus was outside the water pavilion, the young boy was young and green, smilingly holding an oil paper umbrella and said to him, "You can save the earthworms."

But at this moment, the Fairy Tramper, with his wolf-like eyes narrowed, was not at all puzzled: "What earthworms?"

Outside, thunder broke through the sky and purple lightning pierced the night.

A loud rumbling sound.

Chu Wanning's lips pursed abruptly and the pupils of his brown eyes twitched and narrowed slightly.

A bone-chilling chill.

Mo Ran didn't actually do anything more to Chu Wanning that night. He had really had a bit too much to drink, and then he just held the letters in his hands and stared at them.

Later, Mo Ran fell asleep in front of his desk, still muttering as he slept, "What earthworm is there no earthworm?"

Suddenly a strong wind blew open the window and with a bang, the mountain wind mixed with heavy rain poured in, suddenly extinguishing the few lights at the window.

The room is suddenly dark.

Chu Wanning stood by Mo Ran's side, lips chilled, looking down at the sleeping man. The uncertainty in his mind was becoming clearer and clearer, why Mo Ran could not remember these scattered memories, why he had selectively forgotten some of his pure past

Was it because he was drunk because of coincidence or did someone deliberately erase the goodness from his heart.

Fairy Tramper, slumbering on the table, cooed softly, "Cold."

Chu Wanning's blood was cold, his whole body was numb, and when he heard Mo Ran say it was cold, he instinctively walked slowly to the window.

Lifting his hand, he closed the casement, blocking out the wind and rain outside.

When he had done so, Chu Wanning did not leave, but rested his forehead in a daze, resting his knuckles against the bats' deer patterned window, his knuckles flushed alabaster.

After a while, he slowly took out a crumpled spiritual talisman from within his lapel.

Litre dragon symbol.

He no longer had a spirit core, and Mo Ran felt he could no longer use any spells at all, so he didn't bother to take away the talismans that Chu Wanning once had.

In fact, Mo Ran was right to do so. Chu Wanning bit the tip of his finger and dripped a dozen drops of blood almost through the dragon paper before the little dragon on the top emerged in a dull manner.

It glowed weakly all over and tilted its head breathlessly, "Ah Chu Wanning it's been a long time"

The little dragon was a little unsteady, and the dragon's paws took a few steps on the paper before snapping back to the paper. It was a bit aggrieved and confused: "Why did you not look for this seat for so long?

"It's a long story, so I'd rather not talk about it." Chu Wanning gently caught it up and put it in his palm, "Please, do me a favour."

"Something is wrong Zhong Wuyan, nothing is wrong Xia Yingchun." little dragon sighed, but its power was so tied to Chu Wanning that it didn't even have much strength to complain, wilting, "Tell me, what do you want this seat to do for you this time"

Chu Wanning took it with him and placed it at the temples of Mo Ran's sleeping ears.

Fingers squeezed into a fist, not into his palm. Chu Wanning's already ugly face looked even paler: "Go and try your best to see if he has any spells on him that he shouldn't have."

In fact, the boy who at first was so splendidly tame that he could not even spare an earthworm from death, eventually became a demon.

How could he, as the master, not have the slightest suspicion

He watched as his disciples killed Xue Zhengyong, Madam Wang, Jiang Xi and Ye Wangxi.

The Confucianism School was slaughtered.

Stepping over all the dry bones.

He watched Mo Ran kill, watched Mo Ran, his hands covered in blood, his face splattered with hot blood, standing in the pile of the dead and smiling back at himself.

While he was distressed, he did not feel strange

Mo Ran was not one of those people.

But Chu Wanning was stunned when the little paper dragon did his best to scribble the shape of a charm on a piece of paper for him, even though he was prepared for it.

The Bell Trick.

Mo Ran has the Bellwether trick on her

The little dragon loses its last strength after drawing the charm, and it disappears back into the rising dragon charm as a wisp of smoke. Chu Wanning held on to the thin piece of paper, as if a mountain of rock was breaking up inside his skull.

But after barely calming down and looking at it over and over again, Chu Wanning realised that the image of the clockwork was wrong

It is surprisingly upside down from left to right.