Chapter 249: [Dragon Blood Mountain] The Real Thing

The next day Mo Ran woke up, not remembering the events of his drunken stupor so well.

But while he doesn't remember, Chu Wanning doesn't.

After that day, he was increasingly disturbed by the fact that he had been able to confirm that Mo Ran had indeed lost much of his memory. It took him a long time, but he finally found a reference to this formation in a Drug Clan scripture in the Cangshu Library at the top of the world of death and life.

Light pours in from the window: "Eight Bitter Long Hates"

After running his fingertips over the dark black lines depicted on the scroll, Chu Wanning took out the spell drawn by Little Dragon and compared the two, but they were identical.

It is a black heart, easily recognisable at first glance as a belles-lettres, but whereas the belles-lettres have a sesame-sized remnant of white to the left of the heart, this one is reversed, on the right.

The little dragon shows traces of the spell that correspond to the effects of the spell, so perhaps this is a flower compulsion that is similar to the Bell's Love trick but has the opposite effect

The ancient texts, mixed with ancient magical texts, are not so easy to understand in the empty and deserted pavilion. Although Chu Wanning has had some experience with magical texts, they still seem very difficult and obscure.

He read slowly, word by word, but with each sentence he understood, his horror grew even greater.

"The Eight Bitter Long Hate Flowers, the Devil's Seed." Chu Wanning whispered, "It is said to have been brought to earth by Gouchen Shanggong from the demonic realm millions of years ago."

The book is illustrated with a seed of treacherous quality, next to which is drawn a drop of blood and a thin wisp of smoke.

"This is a difficult cultivation, requiring ten years of demon blood and a wisp of the owner's soul before it can sprout and blossom."

Chu Wanning muttered, "You need demon blood and the soul of the owner to grow, but there are no pure demons in this world."

However, the literature may not be entirely correct, and there is no need to examine it in detail.

He then looked down, only to see that the silk book also had a corresponding drawing of a heart, with a heavy-petal flower blooming brilliantly to the right of the heart. Next to this interpretation was another complex magic inscription: "This magic flower, which cannot be nurtured by earth, cannot be cultivated by water, cannot live in the sight of the sky, cannot live in the sight of the earth, but only the heart can nurture and carry it."

Chu Wanning is amazed that this is a flowering seed that can only bloom in the heart

Looking further down, it is even more alarming.

The meaning of what is written on the serigraphy is roughly that once the Eight Bitter Long Hate Flowers have been planted in someone's heart, they will go through three stages.

In the first stage, the host is still not very different from the old days, except that he or she will gradually begin to be moody and depressed, prone to speculate on others with malice, and begin to gradually forget some good memories. At this stage, the Eight Bitter Long Hate Flowers are difficult to pull out, but if detected in time, their effects can still be slowly suppressed, and if things go well, eventually the Long Hate Flowers will fall into dormancy, making it difficult for them to work again.

But if it is not discovered at this time, then depending on the host itself, it can take as slow as eight or ten years, or as fast as the emotional stirring of some great event, for the eight bitter long hate flowers to grow to a second stage.

At this stage, the host will begin to rapidly forget all pure memories of "clarity", "gentleness" and "hope", and will instead repeatedly recall the ups and downs, malice and bullying that he or she has experienced in life. and bullying.

The eight sufferings of life, birth, old age, sickness, death, resentment, hatred, love, separation and the five blazing netherworlds, are all remembered by the host.

Deep in the marrow.

Chu Wanning's face was white as frost as snow as he read this.

Isn't that what Mo Ran is all about?

He had forgotten the wishes of his youth, the letters he had written with a single stroke, and he no longer even remembered his mother that clearly.

He continued on to the third stage, where the host becomes bloodthirsty and violent, with little reason

It will avenge the sufferings of the past a thousand times over.

Chu Wanning sees Mo Ran laughing in a sea of blood at the School of Confucianism, a hand filled with spiritual energy, thrusting into the monk.

With fingers full of blood, the heart was pulled out hard and crushed.

Many people cried out for mercy, and the ground was littered with corpses, but Mo Ran only laughed long and loudly, his eyes shining with a radiant, mad look, and he kept mumbling the words

"It is hard for you to ask for three feet in your life it is hard for you to ask for a ten foot"

Ruthless, mad, evil and hideous.

Why has Mo Ran become like this?

It is not that one did not have the slightest doubt at the time, but the effects of the Eight Bitter Long Hate Flowers are gradual and deepening, and the most crucial point is that it is also written in the silk book that this magic flower does not breed tyranny for no reason, but rather amplifies the host's own hatred and desire.

In other words, the hatred and desire belonged to Mo Ran, and no one had wronged him.

Mo Ran did want to massacre the Confucianism School, he did want to take over the world, and he did hate and resent Chu Wanning, but these emotions may have been fleeting, or they may have been buried deep in his heart, a rhapsody that he had almost forgotten.

It is only the eight bitter long-hating flowers that will dig out all the nooks and crannies of hatred in his heart and put them into practice.

In this way, in the eyes of outsiders, the host who has been struck by the Long Hate Flower, though mad and crazy, is justified in his hatred, rather than suddenly changing his temperament and becoming a very different person. One would think, "He is slowly becoming this way because of his hatred", rather than "He is slowly becoming this way because of the compulsion spell".

Because of this, it is almost impossible for anyone to easily detect the Eight Bitter Long Hate Flowers in Mo Ran's body, and by the time they are discovered, they are often in the second or third stage, and it is impossible to remove or contain them.

Chu Wanning couldn't stop reading this account for a long time.

How does it feel to be in the heart

Surprise regret anger fear or deplore

He doesn't know.

It is late afternoon and the sun is still warm, but it does not bring back any of the heat from the Cangshu Library floor, which is in a state of disrepair.

Chu Wanning sat for a long time among the books and scrolls, feeling as if behind him stood someone unseen and untouchable, someone who smiled ghostly and coiled like a stern ghost, watching their every move and every word from behind the curtain.

He looked down again, to the words written on the silk

"In the first stage, if discovered in time, the Long Hate Flower can be contained, though difficult to uproot, and the host will not lose its heart."

Chu Wanning has recited this phrase over and over again, over and over again.

At the end, he was stunned to find droplets of water dripping down and slowly staining the silk book. He reached out a cold hand and tried to wipe the water stain.

But before the hand touches the silk, it is instinctively turned to the face, covering the wet lashes and shading the trembling eyelids.

It was his bad, it was his fault. It was he who had never been haughty, who valued his face above all else, who was unwilling to say anything openly and honestly.

If detected in time

Not to the point of losing his heart.

But after so many years, he did not notice anything. The so-called late night Yu Heng Beidou, the immortal father, did not even notice that his disciple had become the host of the magic flower, and it was his isolation and inability to speak well that finally led Mo Ran to go alone on the road, towards the vast night and into the blood feud.

How can he be ashamed to be in a position of honor, how can he be ashamed to be called "Master" by Mo Ran?

If detected in time.

The words were like a nightmare, like a curse, and he was in his ears, he was choking on them, he was shocked and stunned, he was a teacher in vain.

At this point in time, it's not just a year or two since Mo Ran's condition began, but so many years since he was first a shy and bright young man, swallowed up by the darkness and soaked in blood and gore.

And as his teacher, he had not been able to look back until today, until everything was irrevocable, until this time, he knew only after the fact that he was in turmoil, that his body was like a floating boat, that he was in pain and hate, that he had been a teacher in vain.

On that day, Chu Wanning did not know how he managed to gather himself together and slowly walked out of the Cangshu Library in the silence of the bamboo forest at the summit of death and life.

And I don't know how he got back to the red lotus watering hole, where everything was a mess under the wisteria stand. He sat there alone, from sunshine to dusk.

Then someone walked into his vision.

The man was broad-shouldered and narrow-waisted, with an impressive appearance. He is treading on the evening sun, carrying a goblet of floating light in his hand as he walks slowly and leisurely towards the water pavilion.

Chu Wanning was lost in thought for a moment, unable to respond to who the man was, and what year it was. The tall, handsome man then overlapped in his eyes with the memory of the teenager

He remembers Mo Ran coming to the red lotus watering hole, carrying a small clay pot wrapped in bamboo and rattan, when he was a month into his training.

The teenager was running too fast, his cheeks slightly red, gasping for breath, his eyes amazingly bright.

"Master, I tasted a particularly good wine at the bottom of the mountain and struck a little, so I'll treat you to it."

Chu Wanning asked, "You haven't taken a commission yet, where did you get the money"

Mo Ran smiled with her teeth, "I borrowed it from my uncle."

"Why break the bank."

"Because the Master likes me." Mo Ran laughed, holding the jug in both hands and handing it to Chu Wanning, "I like Master too."

Chu Wanning remembers how embarrassed and blushing he was at the time.

The teenager's gesture of affection was so fiery that he felt like a hot potato, unable to hold it.

He waved his sleeve and said, "Nonsense, what do you like or dislike? Don't say it again."

"Well that's fine." The young man scratched his head, "But when I eat and drink good food, I'll definitely think of my master ah, I want to try it with him."

"I haven't had a drink."

Mo Ran just laughed: "Well, you've got to try it, maybe it's a huge amount."

Chu Wanning purses his lips, takes the decanter, opens it and takes a tentative sniff, his eyes widening slightly.

"Does it smell good?"

"Hmm."

"Haha, have a drink and see."

Chu Wanning took a sip, it was strong but full-bodied and full of aroma between his lips and teeth, Chu Wanning couldn't resist taking another sip: "It's good, what is it called?"

Mo Ran grinned brightly, "This one is called Pearly White."

For the first time in his life, he murmured and repeated, "Pearly White is a good name for it."

Mo Ran was delighted: "If you like it, when I can take on commissions and earn money, I'll buy it for you every day."

Chu Wanning took another sip and squinted at him with his phoenix eyes, his face still indifferent: "Then I'm afraid you won't be able to save your silver money."

Mo Ran just smiled and said, "No need to save, I'll use all the money I earn to buy things for my teacher and my aunts and uncles."

Chu Wanning did not say a word, but he felt a faint crack in his heart, a slight sweetness seeping out. So that Mo Ran would not see his joy, and so that no one would think that "Elder Yu Heng could be bought off with a glass of wine", he continued to hold the jug of wine in his hand and drank it coldly and quietly.

Surrounded by the ramblings of his new apprentice, Chu Wanning sometimes finds it surprising that his indifference is a wall to anyone.

The only one who came over the wall happily was this guy, rubbing the back of his head and looking around like nothing was wrong.

Fear of being a fool.

Here, Mo Ran was thinking about what she would buy to pay tribute to her master, so she asked, "Does your master like cinnamon cakes?"

"Hmm."

"Where are the lotus crisps?"

"Hmm."

"Where are the cinnamon sugar roots?"

"Hmm."

Mo Ran's dimples then grew deeper and sweeter as he laughed, "Master is really fond of sweet things."

Chu Wanning stopped mumbling this time, probably realising in retrospect that sweets don't fit in with his usual ice-cold demeanour.

He took another sip of wine, a rather boozy one because of his chagrin. It was sweet and mellow, but still a bit punchy and he choked on it.

Chu Wanning felt ashamed to choke on his drink, so he tried to hold back his cough, but as he did so, the pungency in his throat intensified, causing the tips of his eyes and nose to turn red.

The teenager beside him was still ambitious, talking about his not-so-brilliant future, very much a heroic short: "Then I'll buy it all back for Master, I'll collect the delicious food from the five lakes and the four seas in the future, compile it into a booklet, and then accompany Master to eat all over the sky and the sea, and then"

He turned back with a smile and was suddenly startled.

"Master, you, what's wrong with you?"

Chu Wanning :""

As a human teacher, it would not be a great joke if he choked on the wine served by his disciple

Hang in there, no coughing.

Then the ends of her eyes became redder and redder, and a layer of misty moisture even rose in them.

Mo Ran was at a loss for words: "Did I say something wrong, Master, why are you crying?"

""

Chu Wanning glared at him, her long lashes fluttering slightly with some anger.

Mo Ran did not sense his annoyance and froze for a moment before he seemed to understand somewhat, his tone becoming gentle for a moment, "Is it because no one has bought it for the Master before?"

Chu Wanning's anger grew even more.

Mo Ran said to herself, "Actually, for a while, I couldn't get anything to eat and I was starving to death. Then I met a little brother on the way who gave me a pot of sweet rice porridge I like sweet too, but no one could buy it for me before."

The teenager has a gift for extrapolation, and in the end is convinced that Chu Wanning's eyes are red with emotion.

He took Chu Wanning's hand.

This was unexpected, as Chu Wanning had only ever held Huai Zui's hand in his entire life, apart from when he was teaching others spells by hand. He was surprised to be taken by a new disciple who had taken him by the hand in such an unpredictable manner.

He was about to become angry when he looked up and saw this little accident of his, with a handsome, young face, still boyish, and said in all seriousness.

"Master, when I get rich, I'll buy you candy."

The young man's brow was soft in the corners of his eyes.

"I'll buy you the best sweets I can find. My mother taught me to repay the kindness."

Not having been properly educated, and having spent a lot of time in the music hall, I always speak with such a strange accent, always with some ridiculous lack of meaning.

But Chu Wanning knew that he had been burned at that moment, and after staring at Mo Ran for a moment, he suddenly dropped his eyes and said nothing more.

Only after a long time, when the wine had finally subsided, did Chu Wanning cough lightly and uncomfortably, "Don't ever say anything confusing again. And," he asked, also out of sudden curiosity, "there's something I want to ask you."

"Whatever you say, Master."

Chu Wanning hesitated, but eventually asked, somewhat awkwardly, "Why did you worship me when there were so many people in front of Tongtian Tower?"

Teenager Mo Ran speaks up

But just then, the memory was suddenly interrupted.

Fairy Tramper, carrying the jug, stood in front of the bewildered Chu Wanning, lifted a finger and poked him in the forehead.

"What's wrong?"

It was then that Chu Wanning's eyes slowly came into focus and he looked at Mo Ran in front of him.

Pale and shadowy, still handsome but unable to hide the tyranny in his bones. A beastly pair of eagle eyes.

No longer the fiery teenager he was.

It's all gone.

He suddenly felt very tired, very, very tired. It was an extreme bewilderment and pain that had never been felt since he had been under house arrest for so long.

He was so conflicted that he didn't even know how to face the man in front of him.

Chu Wanning turned his face away.

A large, cool hand pinched his chin and broke his face over. The light flowed in his phoenix eyes, reflecting the last hints of red in the sky and the slightly gloomy face of Fairy Tramper in the thick darkness: "You're still angry."

Chu Wanning closed his eyes for a long time and said, hoarsely in his throat, "No."

"The fever's gone," Mo Ran said before Chu Wanning could reply, unclenching his jaw, probing his forehead and then saying to himself, "Yeah, it's gone."

He sat down and slapped the seal of the wine jar open while saying, "Since you have recovered from your illness, your anger has also subsided. Have a good drink with this seat today."

""

Knowing that there is an unseen mastermind behind Fairy Tramper, knowing that the seemingly peaceful summit of death and life is in fact a crisis, knowing that we should not be alarmed or make a difference.

But when the wine was poured out and Mo Ran said lightly, "Pearly white, your favourite wine." He still drifted off.

The fragrance drifts out, as if it were a world away, seemingly illusory and real.

It was also the first wine he ever drank in his life.

A lifetime of never forgetting.

Chu Wanning lifted his eyes and looked at the person pouring the wine, knowing that Mo Ran must not remember the incident. Suddenly his heart ached and his throat turned sour, so he picked up the wine and drank it down in one go.

The wine is so strong that it is possible to choke on such a boozy drink.

But this time, Chu Wanning coughed violently, without a care in the world, even as if she had caught a floating blade of grass in a torrent, her eyes were red, her eyelashes wet, and even tears were falling at last.

Mo Ran was slightly stunned, her eyes seemingly in a trance for a moment.

However, he quickly narrowed his eyes and grinned nonchalantly, "What's wrong with the Master? Why are you crying?"

Chu Wanning endured, even if it tore his heart out, even if it tormented him to the core, even if the truth was known, nothing could be done.

Or the plucking of the long-hated flower.

Or find out who's behind it.

Or his own death.

Until then, he knew he had to hold back.

Pretending not to know anything yet, pretending to be angry with hatred, Chu Wanning then closed his eyes, tensed his spine, and said hoarsely, "Wine."

Mo Ran said slowly, "The wine is too strong."

Chu Wanning doesn't answer, but fills another glass and drinks it into his lungs, burning all the way to the bottom.

"Why did you worship me?"

He opened his dull eyes and looked out over the twilight to see the Tongtian Tower still standing in all its majesty. But the young man who smiled and said, "Because I like you, I think you're friendly." But the young man who said with a smile, "Because I like you, I find you friendly," is never coming back.

There are eight sufferings in life.

Birth, old age, sickness and death. Love and separation. The inability to seek. Resentment and hatred. The five blazing shades.

It is called long hatred.

He had so many chances to see the truth, but he missed them all, and when he finally realized the real reason for Mo Ran's distorted nature, he was a wreck, unable to do anything.

At night, Chu Wanning watches Mo Ran sleeping on his pillow, his once-clear face shrouded in a layer of gloom, his face white as paper.

He has hated and resented.

He had his heart chilled when Mo Ran waved the knife at himself and died when Mo Ran forced himself into female submission.

But the night is long and the curtains are bleak.

As he lay beside the Fairy Tramper emperor, Chu Wanning, who had finally learned the truth, felt that all his past hatreds, resentments, heartaches and deaths were absurd.

Mo Ran had already been poisoned, and all this was not at all what he had intended to do.

The Fairy Tramper emperor, who was the most powerful man in the world, has long since been trapped in iron chains and bound by iron bonds. As a master himself, he could do nothing.

Because he did not know how many eyes were watching behind his back, he could not speak the truth to any one person.

He could not even show Mo Ran a single moment of compassion or reprieve. He could only hate, resent, and die of a cold heart.

Only when it is late at night, deep in the Wushan Palace, when Mo Ran is asleep, does Chu Wanning rise and caress Mo Ran's pale face.

It was only then that I could say softly, "I'm sorry, it was Master who failed to protect you."