Chapter 291: [The Top of Death and Life] Two Lives Finally Crossed

Fairy Tramper stands aloft on a 10,000-foot high plane, her black robe like a tumble of ink.

He narrowed his eyes as the wide sleeves of his body were blown into disarray, and the spiritual energy in his palm was like a rock dragon swallowing the sun, violently tearing apart the visible fog and the invisible space and time.

"Boom."

Suddenly there was a loud bang, a bolt of lightning like a sharp blade, shattering the sky in an instant

A few moments of dead silence, followed by the water of Tianchi Lake pouring in, the snow of Kunlun breaking up and surging, the yellow clouds rolling in, the wind filling the sky, Chu Wanning coming to this red earth, tearing only a tiny trace, and then Shi Mei painstakingly restoring that trace, also coming to this earthly world.

But on both occasions, the rift in space-time was only a minor wound that was quickly restored to its original state by the power of the divine. Even when Xu Shuanglin opened a great crack in the sky on Dragon Mountain with the help of the Five Divine Warriors, it only temporarily broke the barrier between the two red earths.

But this time, the rift torn by Mo Ran's own hand was completely different from the one before. The sky was suddenly scarlet, and at the same time two suns and two moons rose, glowing faintly corpse-white, high above the firmament.

From Jiangnan to the north of the desert, from the cape to the end of the earth. Almost everyone stopped what they were doing and looked up at the strange and terrifying sight of the sky.

Wuchang Town. There is a toddler crying, held tightly in the arms of his mother, who kisses his face and whispers, "No more crying, no more crying, good baby, Mother is here, Mother is here."

Yangzhou City. There were crane-haired, chicken-skinned old women trembling on crutches, hunched over, rasping their voices: "How is it that there are two moons in the sky and two suns in the sky? Oh my, oh my, what is going on here"

Feihua Island. Sun Sanniang stood on the shore with her eyebrows raised and her arms crossed as she sternly ordered everyone to go inside and put out their lights, and told her servants to bring all the old and sick people who were homeless on the island to the house.

She stared intently at the vision in the sky, her eyes spluttering with fire.

Not to mention Lonely Moonlit, Fire Phoenix Pavilion and Temple of No Mercy. Whether they wanted to accept it or not, one thing became clear to almost all monks at this moment.

The gates of life and death in time and space are truly open.

Mo Ran's eyes were covered in blood, and his pupils shone with a radical and frantic light.

He has been confused by Shi Mingjing several times, living and dying, dying and living again, and his memory is in tatters, with only a wisp of his consciousness soul in his body for support.

As a result his whole being is mad and more incomprehensible than ever.

Destroying the sky and the earth.

Soon, half of the mountain was covered by this black streamer, and Fairy Tramper threw back his head and laughed long and hard but what was he laughing at?

He wasn't sure and didn't know.

The mind is a jumbled mess, with only the orders of the master swirling around in the back of the mind.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the layer of crystal clear boundaries beneath the rolling black clouds, a trace of a cold smile wrinkled between his lips and teeth before he raised his hand and said in a low voice, "No return."

No return to the immediate present.

Fairy Tramper Fingertips rubbing over the blade section by section, polishing.

Immediately afterwards, he slashed down ruthlessly towards the two red-dust interlocking boundaries

a moment of dead silence

Suddenly, the hinterland roars and ten thousand elephants stampede.

The gates of life and death in time and space were finally opened, cut and strangled by him completely and utterly.

In a flash, the mountains and rivers changed colour.

His fierce and overbearing spiritual power and the unquenchable Shenwu's breath had widened the gap so completely that it would never be closed for a hundred years

Mission accomplished.

Fairy Tramper stood at the crack in the windy sky, squinted for a moment, then looked back at the red earth, and after a pause, turned and stepped into the world that was truly his

He lifted his eyes when the wind whistling in his ears ceased.

Before his eyes was a blanket of white. He had returned to the world where he had been king. He was back in the Kunlun Snow Walk Palace of his former life.

"Your Majesty."

"Greetings to His Imperial Majesty on his return."

As he stood on the snowy plain of the hazel, a large crowd ran towards him and fell on their knees like a tidal wave on the snow, bowing three times and kowtowing to him.

Fairy Tramper didn't say a word, her hawk-like eyes fixed on sweeping past the rows of monks, one wrapped in a black cloak.

It is impossible to see the end of these people, which spread all the way to the foot of the mountain.

At the head of the group is a faltering old man, the wind blowing against his white forehead, Liu, who has served him for many years.

In the year of Fairy Tramper's death, Liu, like the rest of the court, was sent home. It was thought to be the end of the story, but not long afterwards, a Drug Clan sage called Hua Binan emerged, revealing his green fangs and making Fairy Tramper's bones into a living dead to control them.

But the living dead man retains a certain emotion and will, and is displeased with the mute servant Hua Binan has sent to serve him, until Hua Binan retrieves the old palace staff from Wushan Palace.

Hua Binan later disappeared from this world for reasons unknown to Lao Liu, leaving the emperor alone, begging for his life and unable to die.

Over time, even the dumbest of people could see that the emperor had been manipulated all along, and Old Liu was no exception. But what could he, a spiny old man with half his neck buried in the yellow earth, do

With no family and no friends long dead, he has no choice but to serve the Emperor Fairy Tramper as his last resort, and he does so in an old and wooden way.

It was because of this trust that Liu saw him again with a mixture of joy and sadness in his eyes, which were much more real than others seemed.

Fairy Tramper twitched her lips, "Old Liu."

"Your Majesty." Liu fell with a long knock, "Your Majesty has finally returned."

"You know," Fairy Tramper said, not even realising that she was a child eager to share her happy news with her elders, "this seat has seen him again."

Liu was stunned: " Master Chu "

"Well, I have seen it many times. The spirit core of this throne has also been restored, and when the important work is done, this throne can"

Perhaps catching a glimpse of his own excitement in the old man's cloudy eyes, Fairy Tramper stopped talking suddenly and swept around the kneeling people in a somewhat sarcastic manner.

Luckily, no one dared to laugh at him.

He pursed his lips, allowing himself to become cold and majestic again, and with a brush of his sleeve, said, "All right. Stop kneeling. Get up and follow me back to Wushan Palace."

The journey back to the Middle Shu Area with the sword is a deadly one, with nine empty rooms.

There are not too many living people left in this red earth, and he has long been used to it. It is only after spending some time in another world and seeing the bustle of people again that it is still a little bit lonely to come back to this earthly hell.

That evening, he opened a jar of aged Pearly White and drank it alone in the empty Wushan Palace.

Since receiving the spirit core of the Mo Zongzi, his body has recovered a lot and he can do many things that only a living person can do. Such as drinking wine and eating. But no matter how much he mends, a corpse is still a corpse, and the taste he can taste on his tongue is actually not even thirty percent of what he could taste in life.

Still, he was satisfied for that.

After three rounds of wine, he was a little tipsy, lying on his forehead on a soft couch, bored with his memories. They were not really painful, but they were always depressing when used with wine.

He didn't like to think about it before, but at the moment he's not afraid.

The two red spikes had been struck through, and any more unpleasant past would soon be changed. His eyes narrowed and his slender fingers wrapped around the red spike on the jug as he murmured, " Chu Wanning "

I got up and went to the long-lost red lotus watering hole. On arrival at the door, I bumped into Liu coming out from inside. When they saw each other, they both stared.

"All hail Your Majesty."

Fairy Tramper asks, "What are you doing here?"

As he spoke, his eyes fell on a basket of rags, chicken feathers and other sundries Liu was carrying.

"Cleaning up."

Liu Lao sighed, "Yes, I don't know when Your Majesty will want to come back again, but I'm afraid that if I don't use the things for a long time, they will become rotten, so I pick them up every day." Liu Lao paused, "The place is still the same as before, Your Majesty, go in."

Fairy Tramper suddenly didn't know what to say.

He walked alone to the lotus pond, which was filled with the spirit and therefore had a permanent fragrance. Deep in the lotus blossoms, frogs, unaware of spring and autumn, were chirping, and as he listened for a while, he slowly thought of a time when he had once spent an afternoon at this bridge, when the summer breeze had made his brain dizzy.

At the time, there didn't seem to be much warmth between them other than sex, and the sudden kiss was not at all intimate, so Chu Wanning was slightly dismayed.

Three or two cicadas in the trees and frogs in the pond don't show their weakness.

He looked at the slightly widened phoenix eyes and found them more and more interesting, so he said, "There's nothing to do, so why don't we play a game to amuse ourselves"

Before Chu Wanning could refuse, he pressed a finger to his lips, "Shh. Hear the seat out."

""

"Let's make a bet. If the frogs in the courtyard chirp, you'll lose and you'll have to bring me a pot of sour plum soup. If the cicadas in the trees chirp first, it is counted as a loss for me, and I will take you down the mountain for a walk."

Going down to the mountains is a real temptation. Chu Wanning didn't want to talk to him, but after spending time with him, Fairy Tramper has gotten to know his soft spots and has made him an offer he can't refuse.

The handsome man smiled, "So, here we go"

"One, two, three."

The low, deep, incandescent voice flowed slowly as they both listened to the frogs or cicadas, but the earthly emperor was probably unlucky, as soon as he started counting, the cicadas chirped louder and louder, while the frogs lazily withdrew their voices, with the intention of subsiding.

"Eight, nine," he says, dragging his voice out as he counts down. The bumbling is so obvious at the end that Chu Wanning turns his head and looks at him coldly.

Fairy Tramper was so cheeky that she simply stopped at "nine" and asked Chu Wanning, "Do you think this frog is dead?"

""

"Why else would it not bark."

""

"Wait while I see if it's still alive, or it's not fair." With that, he picked up a stone from the ground and threw it towards the green-skinned frog, which was obviously alive and well

"Ten."

"Quack."

Fairy Tramper laughed, rubbed the dirt off his fingers and said to Chu Wanning, "You lost. It was the frog that called first."

Chu Wanning waved his sleeve away, but it was tugged at. The Fairy Tramper, in a good mood and with the scent of the lotus pond floating in the background, laughs despite his opponent's anger and says, "The sour plum soup should be iced, extra extra iced."

"Do you even need a face?" Chu Wanning said, almost through clenched back teeth.

"That stuff doesn't quench the heat, what's the point of having it." Fairy Tramper said, poking him in the forehead, "Go on, and remember to put less sugar in it."

I think I was in a really good mood that day, and even the frogs sounded so pleasant after drinking a pot of sweet, cold lime candy in the hot sun.

In the evening, he suddenly said to Chu Wanning, "It will soon be three years."

"What."

Seeing his reaction, the emperor's young face was slightly cloaked in a layer of displeasure: "Claiming the empire. It's almost three years since this throne claimed the empire."

As Fairy Tramper spoke, he tried his best to find a ripple in Chu Wanning's eyes, but unfortunately the results were frustrating. He wrinkled his nose slightly, a little grim and a little resigned, and after a moment's thought, he said suddenly, "You have been with this throne for three years now, too."

""

"For the sake of this pot of iced plum soup, I'll take you for a walk down the hill. But you can't go far, just Wuchang Town."

The carriage and horses are ready, with bamboo curtains, cool pillows, tea, and folding fans.

Standing in front of the thrice-renovated main gate at the top of the Dead and Alive, Fairy Tramper touched the gold and emerald forehead ring worn by the white horse and turned to Chu Wanning with a sideways glance, "Does this look familiar?

Chu Wanning did not show any joy, but he stepped into the yellow stirrups as before and brushed aside the bamboo curtain to enter the compartment.

The maid, dumbfounded, turned her head to look in horror at the Fairy Tramper emperor at sunset.

I wonder how that Master Chu had the audacity to ignore the etiquette and enter the chamber before His Majesty the Emperor.

But to the servants' surprise, Fairy Tramper didn't seem to mind, even narrowing his eyes and smiling with interest: "Look, this man thinks he's a Yu Heng elder."

He was about to follow him to the car when suddenly a woman's soft, delicate voice came from behind him.

The woman called softly, " Mo Ran ."