Chapter 257: [Tianyin Pavilion] The Immortal of the Linjiang River

"What."

turn pale in every room

Mo Ran is the only one with his eyes closed, calm as water.

The crowd was in disarray: "What the hell is going on here?"

"What about the old Xiangtan case?"

"Why would he want to kill someone?"

Mu Yanli said, "It's a long story, and because of its age, many of the people who knew about it are no longer with us. However, the Tianyin Pavilion has been able to find some evidence after a few investigations."

Amidst the smoke of human language and horror, Mu Yanli looks back with equanimity: "Did you bring the witnesses Xiangtan found?"

The attendant went out to take a look and replied, "Master, they are all waiting outside the hall."

"Then go and bring in the first witness."

The first witness entered the hall, an old craftsman, very old, hunched over, shivering and coy, and when he saw the hall full of Your Mightiness, his first reaction was to throw himself on his knees, kowtowing and bowing, mouthing the words, "Greetings, Your Mightiness. Mightiness".

Mu Yanli's tone slowed down: "You have travelled a long way and it has been hard for you to come along. There is no need to be nervous, I will only ask you a few questions, one answer and two answers.

The monk of the Temple of No Mercy went over to him and gave him a seat, helping him to sit on it, but he was so frightened that he only took a small corner of his buttocks and shrank down to his full height.

Mu Yanli began, "The first two questions. Where is the gentleman from and what does he do?"

The old man's teeth chattered and he spoke with a strong accent: "I'm from Xiangtan, I'm just a lantern maker on the street."

The crowd looked at him with great curiosity, from his thinning crane hair to his torn and leaky shoes. They wondered what this lantern seller could shake out of his past.

Mu Yanli asks, "How many years have you been selling lanterns, sir?"

"For most of my life, fifty years, I can't remember exactly."

"Long enough, what I have to ask you is not as far back as fifty years." Mu Yanli said, pointing Mo Ran out to him, "This man, sir, do you recognise him"

The old man looked up at Mo Ran for a moment, but saw that he was tall and handsome, with a strong and elegant air. It was only after a while that he hesitantly glanced at him again, and as he did so, he mumbled, "I don't recognize him."

Mu Yanli said, "It's not surprising that you don't recognise me, so let me ask you again, when you used to sell lanterns by the Xiangtan Zuiyu Building, was there always a child who loved to stand by your stall and watch you make lanterns?"

"Ah," the old man's eyes were cloudy but clear on the matter, he sighed and nodded, "Yes, there was that boy who came to see almost every night, he liked the lanterns I made, but was poor, couldn't afford them I even talked to him a few times back then, he didn't like to say anything, he was very timid. "

"Does the gentleman remember what his name was?"

"Well, I think it's called Mo Mo Mo Mo Ran."

Everyone was still listening to the old man's words, but now all eyes fell on Mo Ran.

The old man drifted back in time and mumbled, "I can't remember if there was a son like that. All I know is that he was a member of the Zuiyu Building."

Xue Zhengyong interrupted with a sober face: " Mo Ran was originally the son of my late brother and the mother in the building, so what is the point of asking this old man to corroborate this?"

"Sister," the old man froze for a moment and waved his hand, "Oh phew, no. Sister's son was also called Mo Nian, but he was known as Mo Nian, the little bully on the streets at the time." The old man said, hunching his head down and pointing to an old scar on the side of his head.

"I even had a brick thrown at me by him back in the day, that boy was mean, wild and leathery."

But Xue Zhengyong's face had changed: " Mo Nian "

Mrs. Wang said anxiously, "The old gentleman may have misremembered the word. Is the mother's child called Mo Ran, or Mo Nian?"

"It's Mo Nian." The old man thought about it and nodded again, "I can't be wrong, how can I remember it wrong, it's called Mo Nian."

Xue Zhengyong, who had been leaning slightly forward, stiffened for a moment at his words, then slumped back in his seat, his eyes frothing.

" Mo Nian "

Mu Yanli continued, "The boy who came to see you make lanterns, what does he do at the Zuiyu Building, do you know?"

"Alas, I'm not sure, but I vaguely know that he helps cook the food in the kitchen." The old man said, "Not very good reputation, it is said that his hands and feet are not clean, always stealing from the customers." He thought hard and then seemed to remember something, his face changed, "Ah, I remember, that little kid is no good, after he grew up, he became more and more bad, later he even forced a yellow girl to insult her, that girl couldn't stand it, and finally committed suicide."

"What."

If it is appalling that Mo Ran had previously defiled a young girl, it is even more outrageous that he did so.

Many of the cultivators present who were parents immediately burst out in anger and gnashed their teeth, "I can't believe that the renowned Patriarch Mo is such a beast in human skin"

"It's disgusting."

"Death is not enough."

Mo Ran did not say a word, just looked at the old artist in silence.

In a previous life, the Tianyin Pavilion had tried to stop the bloodshed he had caused in the Xianxia realm, and the old man had been brought over by Mu Yanli to identify him.

What he did then

Laugh out loud and take it in peace.

And turning his head to look at Xue Zhengyong and Madame Wang, his smile twisted in mockery, "How do you resent me? Do you dislike me? Are you going to say again, like that good master of mine, that I am by nature inferior and difficult to facet"

By then, Mo Ran's theft of Zhenlong's chess game had almost been revealed, but Xue Zhengyong had initially chosen to trust him. It was only at this point that Xue Zhengyong rose in anger, almost vomiting blood, and shouted with his tiger's eyes blazing, "What a sinful beast!

Mo Ran laughed out loud at these two words, laughing with increasing recklessness and pain.

Smiling with a wetness in the corners of her eyes.

Forced Humiliation of a Young Girl

Xue Zhengyong Letter.

Xue Zhengyong actually believe.

Mo Ran's smile suddenly tightened and he simply gave up on himself, his heart was in his mouth and his handsome face was twisted like a rolling boil of wax.

"Yes, I did do these heinous sins, I did kill your nephew and get that poor girl killed how uncle is going to do God's work and kill me to"

No sooner had the words been spoken than a pain shot through his heart.

Xue Zhengyong, a violent man, came at Mo Ran with a cry of rage, hatred and tears in his eyes, and the tip of his fan pierced Mo Ran's chest.

Mo Ran froze for a moment before a light smile developed at the corners of his mouth. He looked down, watching the blood gradually blotting out in front of his bosom, and sighed.

"Uncle, after calling you uncle for so many years. But in the end, you still won't believe me."

"Shut up."

Mo Ran smiled, her shoulders trembling slightly: "Forget it, in the end, we don't have the same blood in us after all. So what is there in this false home, this top of death and life, that I cannot part with?"

Blood splashed and splattered all over his face.

He watched Xue Zhengyong fall in front of him, his brain tingling slightly. He hadn't wanted to kill him, but he had been too impatient to do so, and he had sought his own death. Mo Ran was quiet for a moment, then raised his bloodstained eyes and looked, with a sly smile, at the stunned and grief-stricken Madame Wang, who licked the corners of her mouth and stepped over her uncle's body towards her aunt.

Xue Zhengyong, who had not yet breathed, clutched the hem of his shirt and refused to let go.

The half-aged man seemed angry, and as if his misery and heartache outweighed his anger.

At that time, Mo Ran's mind was in a frenzy. He did not understand what the look in his uncle's eyes meant, nor did he want to understand what the tears in his eyes were for.

Mo Ran heard Xue Zhengyong say, "Don't do no harm."

"She saw it. So die." Mo Ran was very amiable and calm, "But Xue Meng is not here, so seeing as you have raised me for so many years, his life, I will keep it."

What is Mrs. Wang's struggle in the eyes of Mo Ran?

She was unable to struggle at all, she just cried, she said the same thing as her husband, "Bastard", but the knife went in, the blood gushed out, her consciousness faded, she looked at him, but at last she murmured, "Mo Ran, why are you "

Mo Ran's hand actually shook then, trembled, and finally pulled it out. He looked down at his palm, which was moist, the scarlet dagger clutched in his palm, slippery and fishy.

Hot.

But it will soon be cold.

It was like his so-called home, his so-called family.

From the very beginning he was apprehensive, for he knew that in fact Xue Meng was fine, as was Xue Zhengyong, and so was Madame Wang.

They were, at all, not his family.

Their own nephew, who died at his hands long ago.

"Ridiculous."

A loud bellow interrupted Mo Ran's memories.

Mo Ran looks up, almost bewildered, and glances around the hall before finally landing on Xue Zhengyong.

It was Xue Zhengyong who was speaking.

"I know the child I raised, how could he bully an innocent girl, don't you dare spout blood"

""

Mo Ran was in a daze and suddenly felt a certain sourness fill her heart.

His eyelashes rustle and he closes his eyes.

It's not the same.

There are many things that have changed in two lifetimes.

The old artisan rolled off his seat in terror and bowed down on the ground: "No, no, I didn't cheat, Your Mightiness, I just... I just... I just... I really..." He was just a poor artisan, who had never seen such a scene, who had been accused by the master of a school, and was so frightened that he couldn't say a word at the end. In the end, he could not say a complete word.

Xue Zhengyong bellowed as if he were a beast ready to strike: "Get out."

""

"Get out."

The old artist immediately got up and tried to get out, but the Tianyin Pavilion people stopped him and he couldn't get in or out, so he sat on his butt, shaking like chaff, and said, "Oh my God, what's going on?"

Mu Yanli said, "Don't be angry, Master Xue, and don't be afraid, old man, for what the Tianyin Pavilion seeks is to have all wrongs done to the world cleared up, and never to plant evidence to hurt the innocent."

She paused and helped the old artist up.

"And please, sir, finish."

"I have nothing to say," the old man was really frightened and said nothing more, "please let me go, I really have nothing more to say, I have a bad memory, I have a bad memory."

In the midst of this stalemate, Mo Ran, who had been silent, suddenly looked at Xue Zhengyong and bowed long and hard.

The meaning of this action speaks for itself. Xue Zhengyong and Xue Meng were instantly blocked from uttering a word, or even a single word. For her part, Madame Wang murmured incredulously, " Mo Ran "

Mo Ran says: "When I was at Dragon Mountain, I thought I would come back and tell my uncle. But I never thought it would be like this."

""

Mo Ran's eyes were very quiet, because they were so quiet that they even seemed a little dead: "Master Mu has come today, so I'm sure all the evidence has been collected. There is nothing more to say. Yes, I am not the second young master of the top of death and life."

He paused, and a word with a sigh floated down the hall, as soft as a feather, and a thousand waves rose.

"I am the son of Nan Gongyan, Lord of the Ninth City, Seventy-two Cities of the School of Confucianism."

"What," the crowd was horrified.

"Mo Ran closed his eyes and said, "I set the fire at the Zuiyu Building, and dozens of lives were destroyed by my hand."

Mrs. Wang said with tears in her eyes, " Mo Ran, how did you how did you"

"But Xiangtan, back in the day, the case of the young girl from the tofu factory who was abused to death." He spoke with a slight silence.

In a previous life, no one would listen to him tell the truth.

He didn't want to explain, because he was such an unforgivable devil in the eyes of others anyway, and it wouldn't hurt to add another bloodstain.

But in this life, he finally wanted to say it.

"The girl, I didn't do it."

Silence reigned in the Loyalty Palace as everyone stared at Mo Ran, waiting for him to reveal the untold stories of the past.

Mu Yanli raised her eyebrows: "Oh, is there something else about that case?"

"There is."

"I invite you to speak." Mu Yanli said, "I am all ears."

Mo Ran shook his head, "Before I talk about the murder of the girl in the tofu factory, I want to talk about a more important person."

"Who."

"An actor."

Mo Ran said, gazing sparingly through the open casement towards the distant sky.

"At that time, there were two young pipa girls in Xiangtan, one surnamed Xun Fengruo and the other Duan Yihan."

Many of those present revealed a dazed look when they heard him mention these two names.

" Xun Fengruo Duan Yihan Ah can't be the two theater instructors of the year"

"That's them, I think. I remember they were both musicians at Xiangtan and were known as the Linjiang twin fairies."

"Yes, the wind is weak, the song is weak, the spring is on the ground, the clothes are cold and the dance is full of flowers." Someone sighed and said, "I was only in my thirties at the time, but I had heard so much about these two girls. I heard that every time they performed, the theatre would be crowded with people.

Another person said, "The two of them, the music fairies, seemed to have had a song fight at the time."

Mo Ran said: "It was a fight. Xun Fengruo was two years younger than Duan Yihan and had entered the theatre two years later. At that time she was arrogant and did not like the fact that Duan Yihan was as famous as she was, so she invited Duan Yihan to play three songs and dance three songs at the Zuiyu Building to determine the level of her skills."

"Who won at the end?"

"It was a draw." Mo Ran says, "But from then on, they had a great deal of sympathy for each other. Although Xun Fengruo and Duan Yihan were not the same theatre actor, they used to go out with each other and call each other sisters."

Someone said impatiently, "What's the point of talking about two women when you're talking about so much nonsense?"

Mo Ran looked at him and said, " Duan Yihan is my mother."