Chapter 252: [Dragon Blood Mountain] Splitting Souls

The two of them were talking about something funny, and there was a light-hearted smile on each other's faces. Xue Meng even raised his hand to drop a small flower with goose yellow and white petals into Shi Mei's hair, and he burst out laughing when Shi Mei cried out in disbelief.

"Ah, Master."

It was too late to dodge, but Xue Meng turned her head and caught a glimpse of him, first stunned, then delighted, "It's rare to see your master at this late hour." As he said this, he stepped forward.

Shi Mei also smiled and followed her, saying gently and courteously, "Greetings, Master."

Chu Wanning couldn't say anything for a moment. He wanted to say yes, but before he could, his eyes were red, but the night was late and there was enough darkness to hide him.

Xue Meng was rather catatonic and curious: "Where is the Master going"

"He stopped, coughed, and took a moment to say, "I'm just walking around."

After a while, I couldn't resist asking one more question.

"What about you guys?"

"Shi Mei and I just came back from Wuchang Town. We bought a lot of good food." At the mention of this, Xue Meng looked happy, "There was a temple fair today, it was very lively."

If it had been Chu Wanning in this era, the conversation would have ended there.

Chu Wanning is not overly interested in finding out what these teenagers have been up to, what they've bought to eat and why they're so happy.

He was indifferent in those days, and he did not like to glance at the private affairs of others.

But nowadays, Chu Wanning feels that Xue Meng is as good as Shi Mei, and that every word, every look, and even every ray of light in their eyes is precious.

He wanted to see and hear a little more.

It was something that he could never get again in his own red earth.

So he asked, "What did you buy?"

"Do you want to see it, Master?" Xue Meng gleefully went to his own Qiankun bag, offering it as a treasure, "fruit danpi, pine nut pastry and cinnamon candy."

As she rambles on, she suddenly holds a handful of cinnamon candies and offers them all to Chu Wanning.

"Buy more than one, these are for the Master."

Shi Mei also rummaged through his bag, but he didn't seem to have bought much, and his ears flushed a little as he rummaged around and couldn't find anything of note.

""

Chu Wanning said, "Don't give me any more." He picked out two or three sweets and gave the rest back to Xue Meng. In the moonlight, his eyes were almost moist and tender.

"That's enough already."

He knew that the Gate of Life and Death would close at any moment, and he had already used up Nine Songs' power, so it would not be easy to open it again. It was only a night away, and if he went back late, he was afraid that Fairy Tramper would notice.

Holding back his unsettled thoughts, he asked, " What about Mo Ran who is not with you?"

The two men looked at each other and Xue Meng said, "I haven't seen him since lunch."

Sister also said, "He hasn't been with us much these days, he probably has some things to do on his own."

Chu Wanning went to the disciples' room, but there was no one there, and then he went to the temple to look for them, but he could not find them either. As the time ran out, he became more and more anxious.

He frowned and thought about it for half a day, then suddenly he remembered something.

It occurred to him.

Mo Ran, I don't think he's gone

The thought that came to him like a fire did not sit well with him, and his face slowly sank and his knuckles squeezed involuntarily.

He remembered a place Mo Ran used to go when he first went astray.

A little more than half an hour later, Chu Wanning stood outside a red and purple carved and lacquered wooden building with a vermilion plaque overhanging it, bearing the words Immortal Peach Society Jun.

This is the famous pear garden in the neighbourhood, and it is late in the evening, but the glitter of the flower house is just beginning. There is an influx of customers, mostly greasy looking men and young girls, but Chu Wanning, with his cool face and straight back, looks out of place in the crowd.

"Please come inside, sir."

"Take a walk and have a look, today there is a famous actor playing a play, a famous actress from Xiangtan, whose song is as good as Xun Fengruo's and dance is as good as Duan Yihan's. The show is 80 RMB, plus 10 RMB for the front row."

At the door, the boy was shouting at the top of his lungs, and a gentleman with a literati fan happened to pass by, mockingly saying, "What a big talker, what famous dancers, how dare they call their bluff with the two music immortals Duan Xun back in the day."

"That's right, eighty yuan a scene and still have the face and Xun Fengruo equal name, Xun Fengruo a scene eight hundred gold is not enough oh."

"This shitty theatre is cheating again," laughed one of the watchmen as he passed by, scratching his armpit.

Chu Wanning couldn't understand it, and it was a headache to listen. He simply lifted the curtain and entered the building. Inside, there were silk lanterns and a great deal of noise. Some people were listening to the opera, others were drinking, others were floating in the glamour and gentleness of the rouge and oil.

The playwright's golden voice and the young herdsman's jade skin.

On the ground floor of the theatre, your concubine was drunk, and the flowers were in full bloom. The opera singer's hands and feet are all soft and mournful, and the spectators at the bottom of the stage are endlessly moved by sorrow.

"Good."

"One more."

Chu Wanning's brow furrowed at the pungent scent of powder, and his face turned gloomy. He swept his eyes around the room, but the young man was nowhere to be seen.

He wondered if he had guessed the wrong place again

At that moment the bustard, who was too busy to get away, noticed him and came towards him like a colourful Butterfly, grinning and beckoning with her vermilion-hued mouth.

"This gentleman, please take your seat to listen to the play, and seek happiness in the inner room to see."

Chu Wanning gave her a look, "Looking for someone."

"Seek," the pimp stared, his smile fell and his eyes went three shades colder, "find someone to help yourself."

Chu Wanning sighed and removed the ring from his waist, a beautiful jade given to him by the Emperor Fairy Tramper, warm to the touch. He handed the jade to the pimp and repeated, "Seeking someone."

The bustard took it and looked around, overflowing with colour and light, reflecting it in her eyes.

She coughed lightly and put the jade away, offering a new smile, even more sumptuous and full than the one before her head: "Who is it that your Excellency is looking for?"

"A young man who looks to be fifteen or sixteen years old." Chu Wanning said, "The surname is Mo."

On the third floor, the Crimson Pavilion is decorated with gorgeous carpets and decorations. It is no wonder that many people are willing to spend their nights getting drunk here, just by throwing enough money, the playwright will create a beautiful dream like a poppy flower, and many heroes will turn into bones. If the long nights can be spent in this way, who would want to face the devastation of life and the pain of reality?

"This is the one." The pimp lifted her long, narrow, cardamom-stained fingers and turned over the wooden sign on the door, which was carved with the word "Rongjiu".

She lifted her eyes, her lingering mind, and thoughtfully surveyed Chu Wanning, deliberating, "Your Excellency, don't be busy yet, wait until my slave summons Jiu'er out, and then invite your Excellency to talk with your friend inside the house."

""

Even the biddy could see how much he cared for him.

Chu Wanning closed his eyes, "I beg your pardon."

She then entered, and the room appeared to be broken and indistinct with human speech.

After a while, she came out again, followed by a herald. Chu Wanning glanced at the herald, whose cheeks were still flushed, and whose side looked familiar, as if she looked like someone else.

Rongjiu bowed low to him and left with the pimp.

When Chu Wanning pushes in, he is greeted by a red and purple hue that makes your skin tingle. There is no incense in the room, but there is the smell of wine. Mo Ran is lying on her side on the bed with her cheek propped up, her long fingers still playing with the red spike tied to a small clay pot. The bedstead is also red and messy. It was best not to think about what had happened on it.

He walked over, frosty and snowy, and stood in this spring mood that was alien to him.

"Well the Master is here."

""

"Sit down and have a glass of wine? Pearly White, good wine. Guaranteed to be untasted."

Chu Wanning said, "You're drunk."

Mo Ran smiles, seeing the man in white walk up to his bed. He was indeed drunk and suddenly reached out, boldly, to tug at Chu Wanning's waistband.

"It's good to be drunk, when you're drunk you're not afraid of anything, come on, come on, it's a long night, why don't we just fool around?"

Chu Wanning did not say another word, but lifted the young man, Mo Ran, from the red and lustful bed, his hands slightly sinewy. He was a man of great poise and dignity at a time like this, but the trembling in his fingers betrayed his heart.

He closed his eyes and whispered, " Mo Ran ."

The inebriated teenager gave an "umph", still unsure, even with a little heartless smile.

Chu Wanning said hoarsely, "I'm late."

He pressed his forehead against it, flicking the end of his fingers, and the pain was extreme

In the midst of this pain that rips through flesh and blood, a Shenwu comes into being, a begonia wood with its tail end curled up and seven strings flowing. What a divine wooden guqin.

Chu Wanning gritted his back teeth and allowed Shenwu to temporarily channel his vast spiritual energy into his body, which was a joke against the Fairy Tramper emperor, but was enough to allow him to perform many spells.

He presses Mo Ran's forehead against his own and closes his eyes.

Then he sensed that Mo Ran's body did indeed contain the aura of the Eight Bitter Long Hate Flowers, and it was as if he saw before his eyes a black, heavily-petalled flower that was taking root in his heart, its roots buried deep along the veins of his veins.

It is this long-hated flower.

It is the source of all evil.

Chu Wanning took a deep breath, recited the incantation silently according to the ancient texts, and then, with one word, almost with all his might, he bellowed.

"Soul Break"

Chu Wanning's eyes opened suddenly and a cold light suddenly appeared at the bottom of his pupils.

The long-hating flower could only be restrained by the power of his soul, and he then cut off half of his earthly soul raw, as the book says, and passed it between their foreheads, which were against each other, and into Mo Ran's body.

All of a sudden the wind rises around them and Nine Songs becomes a phoenix.

The aura blazes.

Mo Ran Mo Ran

Once upon a time it was Master who failed to protect you.

Now, I'm here to save you.

I'll ferry you.

The torn souls turned into wisps of white dust and smoke that kept running and flowing.

Mo Ran is disoriented and Chu Wanning is in great pain.

The amount of credit is constant.

I'll ferry you

The last of the glare disappeared and the two men suddenly lost their strength. Chu Wanning released his grip and Mo Ran fell heavily back onto the mattress.

Nine Songs is also gone, back in the bones of Chu Wanning.

Having lost half of his earthly soul, it was extremely difficult for him to maintain Shenwu's stability.

Chu Wanning sat beside his couch and slowly closed his eyes, his face so pale that even his lips were bloodless. But his heart was relieved and relaxed.

He has finally achieved the first step in changing the natal chart.

With the power of his soul, he interferes with the eight bitter long-hating flowers that are not yet deeply rooted, preventing Mo Ran from losing his heart again.

Back in time. He has finally protected him.

Chu Wanning couldn't stay long. The first thing he had to do was to stop Mo Ran from being consumed by the Long Hatred Flower, and having done that, he had to do the second thing.

He didn't know just how capable the person behind the curtain was, and although that person was currently unable to tear open the rift in space-time, it was always right to be cautious.

He wants to make sure that if disaster strikes again, he can recover his memories of his past life and fight it in time.

So this second thing is to find yourself back then.

All the shouting spells of the red lotus watering hole were useless to him, and he made his way inside with ease. He stood in front of the half-open window and looked inside at the man in white who had fallen asleep on the table.

The Night Wanderer is half done and still being painted.

If only earthly afflictions were just dealing with these little ghosts and demons.

Chu Wanning took the half of his earthly soul that had been torn apart and channeled it into this red-dust self.

The spirit was his own, so the sleeping man did not feel uncomfortable, and he watched the white, translucent light drift past, casting a gentle glow around his "self". Slowly, the light faded, and a wind blew over and blew the drawings that "Chu Wanning" was holding to the ground.

"If there is another great disaster, Mo Ran should not be your enemy." He stood by the window and whispered to the person inside, "Now I have a shattered spirit core and a separated soul. I can only go so far, I cannot change our time, but you can still."

The person inside the house is not awake.

"I divided the weakest of the three souls, the earth soul, into two halves, half of which I gave to you and half of which I gave to Mo Ran. If your life goes well, these two halves of the soul will not affect you much. But if the eight bitter long hatreds continue to intrude, or if there is chaos on earth, then I will try to bring these souls back together."

If his prediction was correct, the moment the souls were reunited, the eight bitter long hatreds within Mo Ran's body would be completely destroyed and uprooted. And he will also regain his memories of his previous life after his earthly soul is merged into one.

Chu Wanning said, "Don't blame me for sharing these things with you. If I could, I would hope that you would not have to think about it again, but"

He said no more, only a low sigh.

Then he went on to do a third thing.

This was the last barrier and he went to Huai Zui. He handed Huai Zui an incense burner that he had begun to make long ago.

In that incense burner, he inflicted the art of soul unification. This secret technique would draw on one of the deepest memories in his subconscious to stimulate the two halves of the torn soul to merge again.

Chu Wanning is not quite sure what his fondest memories are. He thinks there are too many. Perhaps it was the great battle that broke up between master and disciple, or the experience of being made into a blood drop after losing to Mo Ran, or the pain of being humiliated for the first time at Mo Ran's feet.

It's too much.

There are times when people may not even see themselves clearly.

He instructed Huai Zui to seal the incense burner in the Dragon Blood Mountain cave. If he sees anything different in the red earth, he must bring himself and Mo Ran with him to this place.

When this is done, Chu Wanning's time is up. Time and space have the power to heal themselves, and the gaps will close if not for a devastating tear.

He actually wanted to stay here, to stay on this peaceful earth where it was clean and nothing had happened yet.

But Chu Wanning knows he doesn't belong here, and he won't do anything against the morality of the forbidden arts for his own selfish reasons, for the sake of lusting after warmth.

He left.

Leaving the good dreams of the river and mountain far behind them, without looking back.

" Master Chu ."

Back in his own time, Chu Wanning had just emerged from a crevice in the back of the mountain, covering up his psychic traces, when he saw a man in vermilion walking along the green stone path. It was Liu, the old slave who served Mo Ran closely.

"Where has the Patriarch gone to teach His Majesty how to find it."

Chu Wanning asks, "Where is he?"

"In the red lotus watering hole."

When he looked over, Mo Ran was sitting under a wisteria stand with her eyes closed and slowly lifted her face when she saw him push in. He waved slightly at him.

"Come here."

Chu Wanning pursed his lips and looked as indifferent as ever: "The music was not as good as I wanted it to be."

"There's nothing like it," Mo Ran says. Mo Ran said, "It's just a few tunes. I'm tired of it."

Mo Ran didn't ask where Chu Wanning had gone when he lifted him into his arms with his sleeves unfurled. After all, Chu Wanning had always been unruly, and it would have been strange for him to stay in the water pavilion and not move around.

He forced Chu Wanning to sit on his lap and kissed the man's cheek in his arms before burying it in the crook of his neck.

"This seat has just had a dream."

"Hmm."

"In my dream, it was you who was teaching me to write by hand."

Chu Wanning was stunned and his heart suddenly lost its pace. But Fairy Tramper was so engrossed in his own memories that he did not notice the difference, and continued to speak in a light tone, but with a faint sadness that he was not aware of.

"One word, four or five times I didn't get it right, and you were angry, but you didn't give up on me either." Mo Ran said, "Then you held my hand and flowers drifted in from the window and I saw"

He was so engrossed in that great dream that he did not even call himself the Throne any more.

Mo Ran paused, and his expression was actually green and childish for a moment.

"I saw the paper that said, "See the letter as if you had met, and show your letter and comfort."

As he said this, he suddenly grinned. It was a smile that could not be described as rapturous or hideous.

"It's the kind of thing you can only dream of seeing."

He looked up and met Chu Wanning's eyes, which were full of preoccupation, and gradually the coldness of the Fairy Tramper returned: "Do you know why I suddenly want to see you?"

""

The hand comes up and touches Chu Wanning's cool cheek.

"In that dream, you looked good." Fairy Tramper faded, "So good that this seat couldn't even forget it. So this seat wanted to come and see the real you."

Chu Wanning drops his eyes.

"I'm afraid I'm not going to hate you, I'm going to hate you." Mo Ran said, "Or I"

Suddenly speechless, or what

Otherwise I would no longer be able to forgive myself, otherwise I would not know how to move forward, otherwise I would not know how to continue this broken life.

I must hate you, I have not changed and I do not hate wrong.

" Wangning ." He finally closed his eyes and sighed, "There is only me and you left in this world after all."

Chu Wanning was about to say something when he suddenly felt that he had stepped off the edge of a precipice and had lost his footing, and suddenly awoke from his dream.

He could hear his heart beating like a drum, and his cold sweat was glistening as he saw the dark face of the Fairy Tramper Emperor.

He shivered and gasped slightly as the influx of memories of his past life sent chills down his back and sent shivers down his spine, only to have them not stop and continue to lunge at him in a frenzy.

The knot in his throat, where is he

Where he is

Why can't I see why everything is black in front of me?

It took a while for Chu Wanning to finally remember Dragon Blood Mountain in a vague way.

He slowly reacted back to his senses and murmured, " Mo Ran "

And just then, his cheek was suddenly touched by a warm, soft palm.

The hand took his chin, extended his thumb and rubbed his lips. Chu Wanning hears a voice, clearly inflicted with a voice change, gently smiling at him.

"It's been a long time waiting for you, and you're finally awake."