Chapter 277: [Tianyin Pavilion] My Lone Cold

With this cry, the fierce golden blade of murderous fury was summoned, and its fierce aura deceived the sky

The crowd paled, and the senior disciples of the Tianyin Pavilion were also intimidated into taking a step backwards, but then shouted stiffly, "No backing up, no misplacing."

"Such a scourge cannot be left behind and must be eradicated."

Both sides were on the edge of their seats and the air was tense to the extreme

"Do it."

The sound was like drops of water falling into a frying pan, and there was a clamour as spells and blades slashed from all sides towards the centre of the arena, while Chu Wanning held the Huaisha in his hands, his golden light breaking through the clouds and blocking them. He was alone, facing the tide of monks coming at him, and the sword and blood in his phoenix eyes made his face look like a sorcerer.

He defended Mo Ran, with a sword, with flesh and blood, with a life, and with all the innocence he has had ever since.

No one listens to his explanations, no one is willing to let two beasts in desperate straits go. There was no hope, no salvation, no trust, no light.

All they ended up with was each other.

" Mo Ran, bear with me a little longer and I'll take you away."

Suddenly, a sharp spell struck Chu Wanning's arm, and in a flash, blood gushed out and the wound was bone deep. But Chu Wanning merely bit his lower lip and lashed out with his sword

"Get out of the way," exclaimed the monks on the spell field, "Get out of the way."

Huaisha's sword was so powerful that it struck the ground with a loud bang, filling the sky with sand and stones, staggering the sword qi and creating several deep, bottomless chasms.

Mu Yanli's voice is sharp: " Chu Wanning, do you have any eyes for the Way of Heaven?"

""

When he ignored him, Mu Yanli became more and more furious and shouted, "Do you want to openly oppose the heir of God and defy the will of Heaven?"

Someone in the gallery also shouted, " Beidou Xianxiong, stop. Are you going to be a felon in the Xianxia realm?"

Huaisha's burst of fury was so strong that no one in the vicinity could immediately take half a step forward.

Chu Wanning finally turned half his face sideways to look at the monks of Tianyin Pavilion, then said, "I already am."

With that, he gritted his teeth and picked up the dying Mo Ran, set the bloodied man on his shoulders and said in a mute voice, "Don't be afraid, it's all over. Let's go, let's go home I'll take you home."

But he looked ahead, and before him was now a path of blood and bones. He had killed the monks of the Tianyin Pavilion, and behind those broken bodies more red-eyed dead men were spilling out.

Where is home

They have nowhere else to go, only hell to cast.

He ended up not knowing exactly how many people he had killed before he was finally able to get away. His whole body trembled slightly as he took Mo Ran out of the Nine Heavens with his sword. Never before had he taken so many innocent lives, and he was now stained with Mo Ran's blood, his own, and more than that, the blood of the dead of the Tianyin Pavilion.

Dirty.

Dirty to the bone, never to be washed away again.

The clouds gather and disperse in front of us, and heaven and earth are blank.

Where to go

Dragon Mountain is no longer safe, and Dragon Blood Mountain is no longer safe for the top of the dead.

"Master."

At the raspy moan in her ear, Chu Wanning glanced back and met Mo Ran's face as white as gold: "Take me back."

"What nonsense is being said."

Mo Ran just shook his head, "You've come to me, you don't want me." He forced and tried very hard to squeeze out a smile, even though his eyes were a little lax, "That's enough I have a home."

"Send me back, send me back you still have a way out" his voice was getting softer and his eyelashes were dropping, but he was still clutching Chu Wanning's sleeve and couldn't stop murmuring and repeating, "You still have a way out"

"No." Chu Wanning's heart cut like a knife as he clasped Mo Ran's cold palm back and took him whole into his arms, "I'm not going back, I'm not going anywhere."

""

"I'll stay with you."

If Mo Ran had heard Chu Wanning say such things to him in the past, he would have been overjoyed and happy, but at the moment he was bewildered and overwhelmed by the words. He lifted his hand, but with all his strength, he only lifted it.

A large pool of blood had stained his shirt red and Mo Ran eventually lost consciousness and collapsed into Chu Wanning's arms.

Chu Wanning couldn't bear it any longer as he held the weakening body in his arms. He wasn't sure if they had lost the pursuers behind them or not, not knowing how long it would take for them to arrive, and he landed on a nearby hill with Mo Ran, his hands shaking so badly that it took him a few tries to ruffle Mo Ran's lapels.

A bloodied hole at the heart.

His brain exploded and he dared not even glance at Mo Ran's face at the moment.

It suddenly occurred to him that in a previous life, Mo Ran had guarded his own bones for two years.

How would he have felt during those two years of days and nights

"Don't go, Mo Ran", his hands folded in front of his wounds, sending a constant flow of spirit to him, a bloodied Chu Wanning guarding Mo Ran, also bloodied, like a beast that has been skinned alive by a hunter but not yet dead.

In the afterglow of doom, blood melts into blood and flesh wraps around flesh.

"You can't go, it's never your fault it's never your fault"

Mo Ran Mo Ran, ink is darkness, burning is light. He has spent his life searching for light, but he cannot escape the darkness of the night. Chu Wanning finally found the courage to take a look at Mo Ran's face, and with just one glance, he nearly collapsed.

The face was no longer even a shadow of a living person, it was horribly white, covered in blood, and there were even old scars on the brow bone from where the stones had been smashed.

He couldn't hold back any longer and cried out in front of Mo Ran, his heart aching.

Is this the same young man who used to pester him with his bright and vigorous voice under the Tongtian Tower, saying "Your Mightiness Your Mightiness, you pay attention to me"?

Why is it all blood why is there no longer any life, no trace of a smile left at the brow.

It's all unrecognisable and unrecognisable.

So what did Mo Weiyu do wrong to deserve such suffering and torment in his life?

Perhaps it was because he had no relatives and no one to depend on, so even fate had humiliated him. The smile he tried so hard to fold in the cracks of life was still seen by the world as an abominable face.

Who knew that the dust in front of the steps was rotten, but it was also beautiful in April?

" Chu Wanning ."

Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out coldly from a stone's throw away.

"Did you sacrifice your good name to save him?"

Chu Wanning stiffened and looked up to see a tall figure pacing slowly towards him against the sun.

The Fairy Tramper emperor stood between the trees, narrowing his eyes, and was staring at them intently.

"I thought the most important thing in this world to you was your innocence." He said slowly, "I can't imagine that you would end up dirtying yourself for him."

He stepped closer, the basaltic embroidered dark dragon pattern brimming with light in the sunlight, and the black and gold gnarled red oxalis finally stopped in front of them.

Almost instinctively, Chu Wanning rises up, a golden light rises from his palm, and the Heavenly Question is summoned to stand between Mo Ran's past and present lives.

Fairy Tramper's eyes flickered to the willow vine, which was boiling with gold, before settling back on Chu Wanning without a word.

The man looked like he had been fished out of blood at the moment, not half of his clothes were clean, and his phoenix eyes were wet at the end and were meeting his own gaze in a complicated way.

Fairy Tramper snorted, "Is he that important to you?"

""

When Chu Wanning didn't answer, Fairy Tramper added coolly, "Out of the way."

Chu Wanning did not move, his mind was in turmoil at the moment, but he was still aware that the "Mo Ran" before him was nothing more than a sharpened weapon, a shell of flesh and blood.

The cold smile on the corners of this shell's mouth grew more and more cruel: "What, you think that if you stand like this, this seat will be unable to do anything to you"

"I'm taking him away."

"Where to go"

Just one sentence, like a sharp knife into a clam shell.

The Fairy Tramper emperor had a sneer in his eyes: " Chu Wanning, ask yourself where there is a place for you in this vast world, except for my seat, which is willing to take you in. Take him away and don't be ridiculous."

He stepped forward and, with a lightning-fast grip, suddenly cupped Chu Wanning's jaw and closed in.

"The last bit of unpulled spirit core in him is this seat's. You are also this seat's. You had better set yourself straight."

The words were followed by a sudden burst of golden light, and Fairy Tramper was able to pull back in time, but his cheek still felt a burning pain. With a casual wipe, a hideous sore had been opened on the side of his ear, and black blood dripped down his face.

"" Fairy Tramper was half silent and raised his eyes grimly, a look on his face that couldn't really be described as furious or elated, the bridge of his nose wrinkled, his emotions and face almost twisted, "Good, good enough."

He laughed sorrowfully and waved his sleeves, his black robes hunting like clouds.

"I never thought I would be able to fight Tian Man again after all this time." Fairy Tramper's pupils darkened as he stared into Chu Wanning's face, "I have missed it."

Behind him, Mo Ran's life hangs in the balance, and a moment's delay could mean the end of his life. Chu Wanning knows that he cannot talk to Fairy Tramper, even though his mind is in turmoil.

"The Coffin of Ten Thousand People in Heaven"

Fairy Tramper cursed, and as soon as his toes rose, a thousand gaps opened in the ground, and countless thick willow vines emerged from the depths of the earth, stabbing him straight in the face. Other thin, soft vines wrapped the unconscious Master Mo in their bellies, protecting him in the willow branches.

Fairy Tramper looked at Chu Wanning standing in the middle of the formation and almost laughed: "You treat it that differently"

"Heavenly question, wind."

""

It would be a lie to say that there was no resentment when one's questioning was only met with a fiercer attack, a knife-edge gale that swept across the sky.

Fairy Tramper stared at the man in disarray on the ground and suddenly felt a long-lost soreness in his heart. It was a momentary lapse of concentration when the wind blade struck him in the ribs and he looked down to see black blood flowing from the gruesome wound.

He hurt him again

In his last life, and in this one, Chu Wanning has never had him in his sights.

With a sharp edge in his throat, Fairy Tramper's smile, which was pretending to be calm, tightened as he raised his hand and bellowed, "No return."

But when he returned, what did he do? He was still fighting him with his sword, and for one stupid reason or another, he wanted his blood and his life.

Suddenly hate is extreme.

When Bugui and Tianwen met, both Shenwu let out a dragon roar.

Two lifetimes.

Two lifetimes have passed since the last battle between these two weapons. The engraving on the hilt of the blade of no return is worn and tattered, like the Fairy Tramper and Beidou's yesterday's past.

The golden splendour and the pale blue light were tearing at each other, as if they were torn into the blood and bones of hate. In this light, Fairy Tramper stares at the face before her.

The bloodstained, complex look.

Alive.

The heart is tyrannical and burns with pain.

He gritted the groove of his teeth and suddenly asked with great reluctance, "Why is it obviously all about me yet you have to fight another battle with this seat for him."

""

Chu Wanning didn't know what to say, no matter what he said to a body, it was useless.

But for a moment, he felt the pain and loneliness in Fairy Tramper's eyes, whether the light was too bright or hallucinatory.

It actually looks like it's wet.

"It will be hard for you when he is hurt like this. And what about this seat." Fairy Tramper was hoarse, trying his best to be grim, but the resentment was so lush that he hated the thought of a fire burning it all to ashes, but the fire burned and the flames smoked his eyes red.

" Chu Wanning. Do you know how I felt when I came back to life and saw that there were no bones left of you in the red lotus water salon"

Chu Wanning was stunned. Fairy Tramper, who had finally resisted the urge to say the words, closed his eyes and tensed the muscles of his face. Anger and humiliation, bitterness and madness drove him to near madness, and he suddenly poured all his spiritual energy into the undying

A loud bang was heard

The rocks cracked and the earth shook. The grass and trees around them were crushed to dust in a flash by the ferocious flow of spirits, and the willow vine was unable to withstand the fury of the unreturned, disintegrating into dust.

"Nearly a decade"

Amidst the scattered ashes, only Fairy Tramper's mad eyes were clear, his eyes were scarlet.

"Ten years, Chu Wanning. He was reborn in the past, and left me awakened on the summit of death and life, in the Wushan Palace. In these ten years I have known in letters all your pleasures and all his great deeds, and what about me?"

The blade slashed down unexpectedly, sending sand and stones flying and splitting the ground into a bottomless chasm.

"I have been alone since the beginning and when he came from the beginning I didn't even have a shovelful of ashes"

The strangler slashes, Chu Wanning withdraws his tianwen and meets him with a huaisha.

But it is this blade that has made Fairy Tramper even more violent, and he is now as resentful as a ghost returned from hell.

He had that look in his eyes that made Chu Wanning wince.

Why is it possible to have such strong emotions when it is clearly just a corpse.

"Who are you to treat me so."

The flames burned the woods, the leaves falling in all directions were still tinged with fire, the edges were scorched, the flames were bright and dark. Fairy Tramper, dressed in black, suddenly withdrew her strength and swept backwards, standing in the midst of the leaves and trees.

Chu Wanning didn't know why he had suddenly pulled back when he saw his eyes closed, those two curls of thick, deep lashes town on his overly pale face. Fairy Tramper murmured.

"What makes you treat me that way."

At the sound of the words, the ground rumbled vaguely.

Chu Wanning suddenly paled and he immediately turned around

" Mo Ran "

He was about to turn around and stand in front of the unconscious Mo Ran when he heard the five chilling words.

Fairy Tramper said, "Hell. The Coffin of Ten Thousand."

Stone Breaking

Chu Wanning's blood is cold, willow vine willow vine Fairy Tramper and Mo Weiyu are one and the same, Mo Weiyu can summon Bugui, Fairy Tramper can summon Seeing Ghost

Thick Thuja vines rose up and broke through the earth, wrapping violently around Chu Wanning's torso arms and legs. Another part of the willow vine dissects the already damaged Tianwen and hooks Mo Ran, who is protected by Tianwen deep within the willow leaves, out in a tangle.

Chu Wanning was distraught at the sight: "You stop."

Without a word, Fairy Tramper swept up to Mo Ran and looked coldly into the vines at the face that looked exactly like his own.

The eyes moved down to the already bloody chest.

Chu Wanning snapped, "Heavenly Questions"

The Fairy Tramper, without raising his head, simply reached out and tilted the golden willow vine into the air, and the fiery red willow vine tangled with the fiery ghost.

Chu Wanning's lips were blue and white, and his hands were bursting with meridians as he struggled to break free of his flesh and blood bonds.

"" Fairy Tramper finally rolled her eyes and gave him a complicated look, her thin lips opening and closing with a low sigh, " Chu Wanning . You're so heartbroken for him."

With those words, he raised his hand and stabbed Mo Ran straight in the chest

With the last remnants of his spiritual core, he could return to normal. He is the real Fairy Tramper, the real Mo Weiyu, the one who has endured ten years of loneliness and deserves to get what he deserves.

He's the one who should be alive.

"Sha"

But in the blink of an eye, a flash of golden light pierced right through Fairy Tramper's palm.

Black blood, dripping and dripping down.

Fairy Tramper stared at her palm, pierced by the Vine of Heaven's Questions, for a moment without any expression on her face.

Ouch

Disappointed

Resentment

I've tasted it so many times in my life that I've probably gotten used to it.

The last thing he did was to slowly turn his head back to the man who was tied up in overlapping bundles by the seeker, but still gasping for air, his eyes hard and stubborn.

Fairy Tramper, drenched in blood by his own palms, just looked at him for a moment, deep and ghostly, and then, suddenly, smiled.

" Chu Wanning ."

""

"Why don't you just rip out my heart?"

Chu Wanning was trembling, and it was as if the ghost had sprouted a million tiny thorns that pierced every inch of his muscles and bones, and he frowned with his sword, and beneath his lashes, those phoenix eyes were laden with pain.

Fairy Tramper looked at him and poured her spiritual energy into her palm, breaking off the willow vine.

At this moment, he was suddenly in no hurry to rip out Mo Ran's heart, flesh and blood, as he took one step towards Chu Wanning.

Approach and touch Chu Wanning's pale face with your own bloodied hand.

"I'm asking you." He seemed to make light of the situation, but he also seemed to hate it to the bone, "If you are so cruel, why don't you just rip out the heart of this seat."

""

"What is this seat to you, anyway?"

Fairy Tramper sighs softly and closes her eyes.

Chu Wanning was not going to answer him. Fairy Tramper was about to say something else when he suddenly noticed the glowing red glow of the willow vine wrapped around Chu Wanning. With a sudden start, he seemed to remember something and muttered, "Interrogation."

Since seeing a ghost is the same as seeing a heavenly question, the same interrogation power that a heavenly question has should also be seen in a ghost.

Fairy Tramper's dark purple eyes suddenly lit up, and he was eager to examine the truth from Chu Wanning's mouth with the devil. His lips moved, but he probably hadn't thought of anything to say, so he pursed them up again. It took a few moments before he made a discretionary attempt to say, "Ahem if"

"This seat is saying if."

It seems too humiliating a question to ask, but I fear that if I don't ask it, I will regret it for the rest of my life.

He hesitated again for a long time before he finished his sentence slowly, without looking Chu Wanning in the eye: "If, in my last life, I had gone early, before you."

The hellish glow grew stronger, forcing the wrapped man to be ready to spill the beans.

Fairy Tramper Lift your eyes.

"Will you remember this seat too?"

So desperate was the man for answers that Chu Wanning felt a million steel needles sticking into his body, breaking his heart, each one trying to force the truth out of him, and he trembled, his bones chilling, his face blue and defeated.

Fairy Tramper stared at him unblinkingly, her thin lips parted, her heart deep in thought.

"Will you?"

The pain "I" felt in my bones, as if it was tearing my insides out, and Chu Wanning, driven to the edge, raised his eyes and looked dully at Fairy Tramper.

The handsome face in the wet vapour was so familiar, with a thirst, even a trance of deep love.

It was like that moonlit night long ago, on the tides of Feihua Island, when Mo Ran was riding with him on a flying sword, and he held his hand and said, "I like you, don't you?"

The eyes suddenly moistened.

Chu Wanning murmured, almost laxly, hoarsely, "The same"

Perhaps his voice was too soft in reply, or perhaps it was something else. Fairy Tramper leaned in closer, almost to Chu Wanning's sweat-soaked, pale face.

"What's the same."

"The same," his eyelashes dropped and folded in a warm blur, "I wouldn't let you go before me just the same."

""

"I'm sorry." The voice was hoarse and out of tune, like a broken ocarina, "I didn't protect you."

Fairy Tramper was suddenly stunned.

His already bloodless face looked paler and paler in a flash.

A thunderclap rumbled through his eardrums, and he could not help but think again of the man who had fallen into his arms by Tianchi Lake, poking his bloodstained hand gently across his forehead.

The man said, "I am the one who is thin on you, and I will not complain in death or in life.

There was a sudden, sharp pain in the heart, as if something was cracking inside.

" Wangning" he stood rigidly in place as if he were a wooden sculpture of clay.

He reached out again, this time not in a narrow frown, and he didn't even know what it was because he just reached his hand over and tried to touch the face that so closely resembled the one from his previous life.

Cold, bloodstained face.

Suddenly, a shrill whistle pierced the eardrums.

Fairy Tramper's fingers, about to touch his cheek, froze.

For the corpse, the eyes that held so much emotion suddenly became empty and blank. Fairy Tramper dropped her arms and, as if she had lost self-awareness after this shrill whistle, slowly stepped back, then waved her hand and withdrew all her weapons.

The non-return in a previous life or the seeing of ghosts in this life disappears.

Chu Wanning fell into the mud and dust, but when he looked up he saw a man standing in the distance, dressed in white, wearing a false face and holding a jade flute between his fingers and a mansard in his other hand.

The man stood at the end of the woods, among the falling bamboo leaves, his form as white as a lotus flower, standing quietly, guiding Fairy Tramper in his direction.

"You are."

"Take Patriarch Mo away." The man sighed softly, his voice was one that had clearly been distorted with a voice change spell, "I can't hold him up for long, he will regain consciousness soon."

""

"Get out of here." The man said, " Tianyin Pavilion and Hua Binan will soon be coming after us. If they catch us, nothing will change."

Chu Wanning gritted his teeth and got up, picked Mo Ran up and called for the rising dragon talisman to carry them away.

Before dragon leapt up, he turned his head to take another look at the man standing deep in the bamboo forest, only to find that the man had to point his mans staff at the ground in order to mosey forward.

Some past events vaguely interlinked in his mind, but he couldn't think of any for a while.

"Thank you very much."

The man just shook his head and urged again, "Come on."

The paper dragon, knowing Chu Wanning's heart, spoke up at this point: "My master is afraid that he would like to ask you for your name, so that he can come and thank you in the future."

""The man was silent for a moment and whispered, "Do I"

The forest rustled and his voice sounded hollow over the sound of all the music.

"I'm just a guy who's finally free."

The paper dragon was about to ask another question, but Chu Wanning knew that this man would never tell him who he was. He bowed to the man, patted the dragon's body and said, "Go."

Since he had given the word, the paper dragon knew the importance of the matter, so he did not say anything more and suddenly took to the clouds and rose into the air, disappearing into the white clouds in an instant without a trace.

The wind stirred in the earth, and the man in white with the overlaid face stood quietly where he was for a moment, tilting his head until the wind died down and silence fell in all directions, and then he looked at the sky that he could no longer see, the back that he could no longer see, and whispered.

"Disciple Shi Mei, respectfully send off the Master."

The sunlight poured down and fell on his plain coat.

"The jungle is far away, Master, take care on your journey."