Chapter 29: I don't want you to die

That night, lying on his couch at the top of the Dead Life, Mo Ran put his hands behind his head and stared at the beams of the room, unable to sleep.

The past slides by in front of us, and in the end, little by little, in jagged pieces, is Chu Wanning's handsome, somewhat cold face.

In fact, Mo Ran has never known exactly what she thinks about this man.

The first time I saw him was under the flowering tree in front of Tongtian Tower. He had wide robes and wide sleeves, and of the twenty or so elders, he was the only one not wearing the fetching silver and blue armour of the top of death and life.

On that day, his head was bowed as he contemplated the armour he wore, half of his face looking intent and gentle, like a white cat in the warm golden sun.

Mo Ran can't take his eyes off of it from a distance.

He feels his first impression of Chu Wanning was a good one.

But he could not resist the successive cold spells, punishments and harshness. The white cat's sharp teeth and claws gnawed at him.

He was rescued from the fire by his uncle, dying, his life hanging by a thread. He had thought that when he arrived at the top of death and life, he would have a master who would treat him with tolerance and truly love him.

And yet, it was as if Chu Wanning could not see his pleasures, his efforts. Instead, the preceptor's whip was harsh, and the slightest slip of the whip would have left him a bloody mess of skin and flesh.

He later learned that Chu Wanning despised him from the bottom of his heart

"Poor in character, difficult in quality to cut."

That's what the man in white like snow under the flowering tree said about him, isn't it?

He had once regarded Chu Wanning as the cold moon of the nine heavens, revered and loved him with all his heart. But what is he, Mo Ran, in the heart of Jiu Tian Han Yue?

A disciple who had to be taken on.

A despicable to the bone lowlife.

A roguish underdog who grew up in a pavilion and was tainted with pickled filth.

Although Mo Ran always looks cheeky and unconcerned, he slowly grows to hate Chu Wanning with a strong sense of resentment.

He was resigned to it.

Once, with a growing resentment, he had been wooing Chu Wanning, trying to get the man's attention, to get the man's appreciation, to get the man's surprise.

In those days, Shi Mei would go to heaven if he was complimented on how good he was.

But he would die if he could get a "nice" compliment from Chu Wanning.

But Chu Wanning never compliments him.

No matter how hard he tried, how hard he tried, how good he was, the cool man would always give a faint nod and then turn his face away from himself.

Mo Ran is going crazy.

God knows how much I wanted to pinch Chu Wanning's cheek, turn him around, force him to stare at himself, force him to look at himself, force him to swallow the words "bad character, difficult quality" back into his stomach.

But all he could do was to kneel down before Chu Wanning like a dog with its hair on end, kowtowing his head and saying respectfully, "I remember the teachings of my master".

In front of Chu Wanning, Mo Weiyu is humble to the bone.

Even though he is a "son", he is still a lowly man.

He finally realised that someone like Chu Wanning could not see him at all.

And then later, through many things.

Mo Ran, who ruled the top of the world of death and life, then ascended to the pinnacle of the immortal world and became a hegemon without precedent. Who remembers the stain he once bore, who remembers his humble origins?

There will never be another Mo Weiyu, only a Fairy Tramper.

Fairy Tramper.

The people hated him to the utmost, they hated him so much that they could not save him from a thousand deaths.

Fairy Tramper Mo Weiyu Fairy Tramper Mo Weiyu Fairy Tramper

Tread, Immortal, and Jun.

But what can one do if one is afraid? The tops of the dead and the living still rumble with shouts and shouts, and millions of people kneel before Wushan Palace, their heads in a dense mass of people bowing to him.

" Fairy Tramper The emperor lives all the days of his life and will not fall away."

He felt overwhelmed by it.

That is, until he noticed the face of Chu Wanning in the crowd.

Chu Wanning, who had by then lost his training, was bound under the great hall and reduced to a prisoner.

Mo Ran was determined to have him executed, but he did not want Chu Wanning to go away in pain. He confined Chu Wanning's limbs and cut the veins in his neck.

The sun was blazing, the coronation was halfway through the day and it was time for Chu Wanning's blood to run out.

With the death of this man, Mo Ran was completely cut off from his past, so he deliberately arranged for Chu Wanning to be bled and executed at his own enthronement ceremony.

By the time he had become the Three Nine Kings of Xianxia, Chu Wanning was a lifeless corpse.

Yesterday's events have gone up in smoke.

It's really good when it's good.

But this man was dying, so why was he still so indifferent, so handsome and somewhat thin-skinned? He was pale, but his expression was light, and he looked at Fairy Tramper with neither compliment nor fear.

There is only disgust, contempt, and

Mo Ran thinks she must be crazy. Either that or Chu Wanning is crazy.

And a hint of pity.

Chu Wanning took pity on himself, a dying man, a defeated man, and he took pity on a man who had risen to the top of the human race and was calling the shots. He, he would he would dare

The anger that had been building up for over ten years drove Mo Ran mad, and he was there at the Loyalty Palace, renamed Wushan Palace in those days, of course. He stood up in front of the thousands of people who were fawning and chanting, and he walked down the steps in a roll of black robes.

He pinched Chu Wanning's jaw in front of everyone, his face twisted in a sweet and hideous smile.

"Master, today is a great day for my apprentice, why are you still unhappy"

Thousands of people, and all of a sudden there was silence.

Chu Wanning was unassuming and cold: "I don't have a disciple like you."

Mo Ran burst into laughter, laughing with abandon, his voice like a vulture hovering in the corridors of a golden palace, chilling the geese.

"Master is so heartless, it really makes my heart cold." He laughed and said aloud, "There is no such disciple as me Who taught me my heart techniques Who taught me my body skills Who taught me my mean and cold-bloodedness Who taught me the ringing whips all over my body that have not subsided so far I ask you, who beat all these"

He curbed his smile and his voice was steeped in fierce harshness, his eyes glowing coldly.

"I ask you, Chu Wanning, what does it mean to have a poor character and a difficult quality?"

He ended up a little mad, and his voice twisted as he drank.

"You never treated me as a disciple, never looked up to me but I but I used to really take you as a master, really respected you, loved you, just treat me like that why would you never want to praise me a word, why no matter what I did, I could never get a single good word from you"

Chu Wanning shuddered and his face went pale.

His eyes widened slightly as he looked at Mo Ran, his lips moving as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.

The only two people who are still in their old place are facing each other on the top of death and life, where things are different.

In this embarrassing silence, Mo Ran seemed to finally calm down, he closed his eyes and when he opened them again, he had that god-awful grin again, a grin and a smile that was chilling.

He said gently and affectionately, "Master, don't you look down on me, don't you think I am lowly"

After a pause, his gaze bounced over the heads of thousands of people, all kneeling, all crouching like dogs before his temple, all acknowledging him as the venerable lord of the Xianxia realm, above the rolling red dust.

Mo Ran smiled and said, "Now what about before you die, I will ask you again. In this world, who is the inferior and who is the superior who tramples who underfoot, who is the victor and who is the vanquished"

Chu Wanning's eyes were downcast, still seemingly absorbed in Mo Ran's confession, and he did not look back. It was Mo Ran who finally cupped his chin and lifted his face forcibly.

But just as he was forced to look at himself, Mo Ran suddenly froze.

For the first time, he saw a look of pain on Chu Wanning's face.

The look was so strange that Mo Ran felt herself burned violently and reflexively let go of the fingers cupping his face.

"You."

Chu Wanning's expression was painful, as if he was holding back some kind of conching pain, a heart-rending anguish.

His voice was soft, almost hoarse.

Floating on the wind, Mo Ran was the only one who heard it.

He said, "I'm sorry, Mo Ran. It's Master's fault."

In that instant, everything around him lost its sound, the sound of the wind, the grass, the tossing of robes, all came to silence.

Only Chu Wanning's face, gazing up at him, was the only clarity in the world. It was the only sight he could see.

He should have had a lot on his mind at that point. Exultation, triumph, ecstasy.

But it's not.

It was a strange thought at the time, to say the least, and there was actually only one

I don't know when I got so much taller than Chu Wanning.

Time, really, has passed for a long time.

Many past events have changed.

Mo Ran's lips mumbled, muttering, "What did you say?"

But Chu Wanning smiled, a smile that was both familiar and unfamiliar to Mo Ran, and Mo Ran saw herself almost twisted in those phoenix eyes.

Then those eyes slowly closed and Chu Wanning fell on his back. Mo Ran squeezed his shoulders almost as soon as he fell, and he growled with frantic annoyance and rage, like the sound of a wild animal when it breaks down.

" Chu Wanning Chu Wanning What did you say? Say it again"

The man in his arms did not reply, his lips were as pale as pear blossoms, his handsome face was always indifferent, but before he died, it was frozen in a somewhat forlorn smile, the corners of his mouth curled a little, the face Mo Ran remembered seeing for the first time in front of Tongtian Tower.

A slight smile and some tenderness.

" Chu Wanning "

Those tendernesses shattered and the begonias fell to pieces.

He finally got what he wanted, stepping on the life of his master and ascending to the top of the human pole.

But what is this? What is this?

The bitterness and hatred in my chest grew unabated, what is this

Mo Ran's fingertips fluttered as he condensed the faint black mist in his palm, quickly tapping through several of Chu Wanning's blood veins, sealing off the last of his heart energy.

"Do you want to die like this?" Mo Ran's eyes bugged out and his face was fierce, "It's not over, Chu Wanning, we haven't settled our score yet, it's not over, it's not over. Walk Palace, the last few people you tried to protect, all crushed and torn to pieces.

Nor did he care any more about the thousands of embracing knits kneeling over there as the ceremony continued.

He changed his mind. He didn't want Chu Wanning to die.

He hates him, he wants Chu Wanning alive and well

He picked up the man, who had lost a lot of blood, and leapt up onto the roof, his robes fluttering like the wings of a lone eagle, and his figure flew swiftly over the eaves, straight to South Mountain, straight to the red lotus, the place where Chu Wanning had lived.

There is an abundance of spiritual energy and immortal herbs, and he wants to bring Chu Wanning back.

One can only hate when one is alive, but if one is dead, one has no reason to hate. Was he mad before he thought of killing Chu Wanning with his own hands?

If Chu Wanning is dead, what is left of him on this earth?

Lying in bed, lapping up memories alone.

The night was thick with dew, but it was no longer possible to sleep.

Mo Ran simply got up, washed his face, put on his clothes, carried a wind lamp and walked towards the Hall of Yanluo.

Chu Wanning must have just bandaged himself up and gone to kneel there. Mo Ran knew him well, he was stubborn and stubborn, and never thought about whether he could handle it or not.

Sure enough, when they arrived outside the Yanluo Hall, they saw a bean of green light burning lonely inside, tears dripping down from the candles.

Chu Wanning is kneeling with his back to the door of the nave, his figure erect and handsome as a pine wave.

When he saw the back, Mo Ran regretted a bit, why did he come to Chu Wanning in the middle of the night?

But having come here, it feels silly to just turn around and leave.

He thought about it and took a compromise, resting the wind lamp gently at his feet, not intending to leave or go in, but just standing outside the window, elbows propped on the pane, cheeks propped up, watching Chu Wanning from afar.

The brass bells in the eaves swing gently and the fragrance of flowers and plants fills the night.

The two men stand and kneel, separated by the vermilion openwork window and the empty, silent hall.

If it had been before the rebirth, Mo Ran would have been in a strong enough position to barge into the temple and order Chu Wanning to end his meditation and go back to rest.

If Chu Wanning didn't want to, he had enough power to seal Chu Wanning's hands and feet and roughly carry her away.

But today, he has neither the position nor the ability to do so.

He is not even as tall as Chu Wanning.

Mo Ran, with mixed feelings, looks out of the window at the person inside, who is unaware that he cannot see Chu Wanning's features, nor can Chu Wanning see his face.

So the white cat knelt all night and did not look back.

So the silly dog stood all night too, not going far.