Chapter 263: [Tianyin Pavilion] An Old Dream Revisited

Mo Ran's confession was over. For a moment there was silence in the Loyalty Palace.

what is right and what is wrong

Although I have my own calculations in mind, I cannot say anything definitive.

Mo Ran didn't look at the Xue Zhengyong family's faces, he lowered his eyelashes and said, "Back then, I thought I was going to die in the fire. But when I woke up, I found myself on the top of the world of death and life. That Mr. Baodai was sitting at the foot of my bed, and when he saw me wake up, he squeezed my shoulder and told me that from now on, I was the son of Death and Life."

He paused, smiled softly and said, "It's my uncle's nephew."

The Loyalty Palace floor is embroidered with the splendour of the dulcimer, and Mo Ran looks on indifferently at the beautiful purple and red flowers in full bloom.

"That Mr. Boudreaux, was afraid that there would be no reward money. So when my uncle rescued me from the burning Zuiyu Building and asked him anxiously if this was the child he was looking for, he nodded." Mo Ran said, "With that nod, he changed my fate."

Master Xuan Jing sighed, "Amitabha Buddha, Master Mo, can you be at peace with the fact that for all these years you have never wanted to confess to Master Xue?"

"Why didn't I think of that? I was so upset when I first woke up, I wanted to confess."

Mo Ran's gaze is a little hazy, as if he is looking into a different world.

"But when he heard I was awake, my uncle came to see me, and my aunt cooked me hanging noodles with her own hands, and I remember laying three ramekins, all with sugar hearts, and full of frothy meat to cover them. She told me she was afraid I would not be able to digest it as I had just woken up, so she chopped it up to make it easier to swallow. Xue Meng also came over and gave me a whole box of pastries."

Slowly close your eyes.

"I ate that bowl of noodles, those flower cakes. The truth could not be told in any way. They smiled at me and treated me so well. What would happen if I said that I had set the fire in the Zuiyu Building, that I had killed your nephew, your sister-in-law?" Mo Ran said softly, "I couldn't say it. The words were swallowing in my throat and the further I got into it, the less I knew how to say them."

Master Xuan Jing sighs softly, "Alas"

"I knew what kind of person Mo Nian was. He was lazy and frivolous, so at first I didn't know if my uncle knew much about him, so I followed his every move. Later, when I found out that he didn't know, I stopped following him in everything." Mo Ran paused for a moment before continuing, "In the end, I had a deep debt to the Mo Nian family. But in the end, I took advantage of their relatives."

Many of the disciples and elders who had come into contact with Mo Ran stood in a daze, their hearts filled with mixed feelings. Xue Zhengyong and Madame Wang did not speak as they stared in awe at Mo Ran's silhouette.

They had watched this boy grow up from a young age to a master of his generation. But now they were told that it was all wrong from the start.

Mo Ran is not their nephew, and what's more, they are even separated by human lives and blood feuds.

What to say

What to do

Xue Zhengyong does not know, nor does Lady Wang.

They had never met "Mo Nian", and all their debts and longings for their late brother were pinned on this child called Mo Ran, who they did not know, but they had touched Mo Ran's hair, held Mo Ran's hand, and been called by Mo Ran one after another "uncle" and "aunt".

Xue Zhengyong's heart is in turmoil.

In the silence, Mu Yanli said, "Mo Ran, you may be pitiful, but your sins are too numerous to be forgiven. Count them all, and you know how many sins you have committed."

Mo Ran, who has never liked Tianyin Pavilion, closed his eyes and did not answer.

Mu Yanli looked at him out of the corner of his eye and his voice was as loud as a bell, "You killed mortals, set fire to the building, lied about your identity, pretended to be the son of Dragon Mountain, you knew you had the blood of the Nangong family in you, yet you looked on with indifference, your intentions were unpredictable, Lonely Moonlit you went on a killing spree, spilling blood in the hall, what did you want? What is it that you want?"

"I repeat, I did not kill the man in Lonely Moonlit, it was a crossover between two lives after the opening of the gates of life and death, and that man was not me at all."

"The Gate of Life and Death is the first forbidden art, it hasn't been opened for thousands of years, don't you think your excuse is too absurd" Mu Yanli said coldly, "I'm afraid it's because you are the heir of Nangong, you have left your ambition inflated and want to engineer a subversion of the Upper Lower Fairy World "

"Pavilion Master Mu has spoken too much." Jiang Xi could not help but frown when he heard this, "In my opinion, Mo Ran does not have any motive to subvert the Upper Lower Fairy World, if he wanted to do such things, he would have done some random tricks at Dragon Mountain, and I am afraid the ten sects would have lost a lot. These are suspicious areas, so be careful what you say until they are clear."

Mu Yanli stared at him coldly, "Sect Leader Jiang does not need to speak for him. Even if he has no intention of subverting the Xianxia Realm, his previous sins are enough to bring him to the Tianyin Pavilion for trial."

With those words, she raised her hand and commanded her retinue, "Seize Mo Ran and take him away."

"Wait a minute."

Mu Yanli looks sideways at Xue Zhengyong: "Master Xue has something to say"

Xue Zhengyong's face was a mixture of blue and red, and he didn't seem to understand why he had called out to Mu Yanli, who had made a habit of treating Mo Ran as his own for so many years.

He couldn't just sit back and let Tianyin Pavilion take people away like that.

But what should he say to stay?

Xue Zhengyong closes his eyes, his teeth chattering delicately, and he feels nothing but cold, a hollow feeling in his heart, like something important has been plucked out of him.

He buried his face in his palm, he had always been hale and hearty, but this moment was a shock of age and stoop.

" Master Xue wants to say goodbye to his nephew"

Mu Yanli was mean and used the word 'nephew' intentionally or unintentionally, making Xue Zhengyong tremble like a flock in the wind.

"I" Xue Zhengyong Raspy throat, " Mo Ran Mo Ran "

He didn't even know what to call him.

He closed his eyes, took a few steps forward and, without a word, knelt and kowtowed towards Xue Zhengyong.

Kneel three times and bow nine times.

Someone was muttering, "Dawdle, do something."

"Sympathetic"

Mo Ran turned a deaf ear to this, and when the great salute was over, he rose and prepared to leave.

Just then, however, Xue Meng burst into the Loyalty Palace, his Dragoncity covered in black blood and extremely shocked, and he shouted, "Outside!"

"What's going on?"

"There are a large number of Zhenlong pawns outside, and many are dead soldiers of the Dragon Mountain School of Confucianism."

The crowd rushed out of the hall in horror, only to see countless monks on top of the clouds of death and life, with their swords in the air and their sleeves fluttering. Half of them were dressed in black robes with a uniform style, while the other half were dressed in cranes and feathers, with silk ribbons covering their eyes.

"What, what's going on here?"

"These corpses Nangong Si have sunk, but why have they all emerged again? Who unblocked them?"

The words came out, but the answer was already in my mind.

Who unblocked it, and who else could have unblocked the Nangong family?

Many angry eyes have been directed at Mo Ran.

Mo Ran knew who was behind the attack, but there was nothing he could do to defend himself. Worse still, he had lost all his spiritual power and could not stop the pawns from attacking him.

The top of death and life is as it was in a previous life.

In a moment the fish will be turning into waves, and in a moment it will become a sea of blood.

It turns out that Shi Mei's "surprise" wasn't over yet.

"First to meet the battle"

"Knock back all the pieces in this wave first."

The crowd came out of the hall to meet them, but they were unprepared for the change, and these Zhenlong pieces came without warning, so they were in chaos.

Mo Ran stood in front of the hall and watched the pieces land in droves as they made short work of the disciples of the Top of Death and Life and fought against the oncoming monks' spells.

The silver and blue light armour and the black cloak fought in a muddle.

He stood on the jade steps, the corner of his brow throbbing with pain, all this before him was almost a replay of his past life memories

In his last life, he was the one who controlled an army of dead and living pawns, killing all those who dared to say "no" to him on the summit of death and life.

It was also from that moment that he became accustomed to killing people like flesh and blood. He was used to human life being like grass and his liver and brain coating heavy mountains.

He remembers standing in front of the Loyalty Palace, Mo Weiyu, a rebellious disciple, smiling down on the majesty of the world and all the people. Beside his boots lay the unchilled bodies of Xue Zhengyong and Lady Wang.

"From the top of death and life, with your blood, pave the way for me."

With the sneer of his past life still in his ears, Mo Ran's eyelids popped and he shouted at Xue Meng: "Don't fight, those who can't fight, leave, all of you!"

There was a lot of noise and Xue Meng was too far away to hear him.

Mo Ran looked around and saw swords and warfare all around her.

He saw Jiang Xi fighting with more than ten pieces, and at that moment he thought of how Jiang Xi had fallen under his own sword in his previous life

"You do not kneel before the throne."

"No kneeling."

"Denying that this throne is an emperor"

"Disown."

Blood splattered, hands up and knives down.

Can't beat it

Mo Ran sees the Snow Walk Palace Palace Master blowing an ocarina with his eyes lowered, the sound penetrating the sky, causing Chess to blur his consciousness and sway, but what he thought of in his previous life was how this Palace Master ended up with his fingers destroyed and his bones cracked.

"Why do you resist?"

"As the head of a palace, I am unable to keep Snow Walk Palace safe, but I will never say I will flee."

The pottery ocarina is broken and finally extinguished.

Can't beat that.

In the midst of the chaos, Mo Ran sees Lady Wang and Xue Zhengyong in the distance, hand in hand with the enemy, and the faces of the two of them in their previous lives flash before his eyes, poignancy and anger frozen in them.

Through two lifetimes, staring straight at him, resenting him.

Cold.

Really cold.

Mo Ran's bones trembled, his fingers were cold, Shi Mei had made it this far, he had made it this far.

He had felt that Shi Mei's threat before she took Chu Wanning was not to be taken lightly, which was why he had decided to return to the top of the dead. At this point he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling

What would have happened if he had not listened to Shi Mei's threats and insisted on going after Chu Wanning on that impulsive day?

Half of Xianxia's greats are here, and what would happen if they all died in vain on the summit of death and life?

Shi Mei's layout is so interlocking that it doesn't give him a moment's respite. Mo Ran looked up and saw the mountains full of Zhenlong's chess game, the living dead who were not afraid of death or pain, the mountains of blood, the spirits and the ghosts, the white bones

Can't go on like this, can't go on like this

Shi Mei had said that this was a "surprise" for him, so it would not be laid out for no reason. Since he had come back and he had obeyed, there must be a way out. He could not watch the old dream repeat itself, he could not watch the top of death and life fall away, he could not watch his aunts and uncles die in front of him again.

How would he face himself and how would he face Chu Wanning if the past came back to haunt him?

Mo Ran snapped back to her senses, parted the overlapping crowd and ran towards her aunt and uncle.

"Don't fight evacuate the place first, get out of here first, don't fight it's impossible to fight"

His voice was hoarse and his eyes were wide open. He was like a man sinking into the ocean, struggling with all his might to reach the other side. Like a dead man struggling to the living, like a moth struggling to the fire, one life struggling to another.

"Stop fighting and go, all of you, you can't beat them."

Can't beat that.

I have long seen your deaths with my own eyes.

Go away, please.

Suddenly a sword crossed the path, its light was cold.

Look out for the cold face of Mu Yanli.

"Are you trying to take advantage of the chaos and escape?"

Mo Ran said angrily, "Get out of the way."

"You are already a felon in Xianxia, and I deserve it."

In the middle of her sentence, Mu Yanli felt a chill at her back and turned around to see a masked chess piece swinging down with a sword, and she turned back to fight with a murderous frown on her face. She barked, "Mo Ran, you're the one who's up to no good."

The woman's voice is clear, like an icy spring, and extremely recognisable.

This sound drew the eyes of the surrounding circle of monks, who saw that the chess piece was fighting Mu Yanli like a firecracker, but did not move Mo Ran a bit.

It was then that the crowd realised that almost all the pieces that had descended on the summit of death and life seemed to regard Mo Ran as a party member, all avoiding him and not hurting him.

Someone shouted angrily, "Is it really Mo Ran, that thief?"

"He is in league with these pawns."

A twisting coil of angry faces, one ear filled with such whispers and low growls, and a pair of eyes that had killed until they were bloodshot looked towards him.

Overlap, overlap.

In such a furious gaze, he was again a murderous devil. He seems to have become the emperor again, the emperor who has stepped on all the immortals to reign over the world, who has broken all the thousand commandments with his sword, who has treated this world as dirt, who has gone mad.

Someone shouted sternly, "Take him down."

"Keep an eye on him, don't let him get away."

"Let's see how long he can pretend."

The ears buzzed with the same exact indignation, the same exact accusations, the same exact crusade.

The two lives are so similar that he can even recall his own life-and-death duel with Chu Wanning back then.

On that day, as today, Mo Ran held the pawns of Zhenlong and manipulated the dead and the living, the beasts and the birds, the armies were like black clouds turning into ink, the armies were like frosty peaks reflecting snow.

He sits tall and out of sight, his eyes downcast and smiling, watching heaven and earth turn upside down and the day become dim.

In the end it was Chu Wanning who stopped him.

It was Chu Wanning, fighting with all his might against his million pieces, switching weapons from Tin Man to Nine Songs and from Nine Songs to Huaisha.

Huaisha .

Mo Ran will never forget the coldness and pain in Chu Wanning's eyes when he finally summoned Huaisha.

"Rumour has it that this is the Master's killing blade, and today I finally get to see it."

Chu Wanning asked him at that time, "Mo Ran, what do you have to do to let go?"

He just smiled brightly, "I can't let go, Master, my hands are already full of blood. I have killed my aunt and uncle with my own hands, I have killed my brothers and sisters, and now if I sacrifice your head, I will be the most powerful man ever."

Chu Wanning's look was extremely prickly.

He saw it, but felt so unhappy, a vengeful malice rampaged through him, and he gritted his back teeth as the words crushed out.

"Kill you. There will be no one left in this world that I cannot kill."