Chapter 301: [The Top of Death and Life] Past Events Overlap Again

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A newly assembled volunteer army stood in front of the mountain during the rainstorm, with monks from all sects.

With the gates of life and death open, the unknown and the dangers of the dragon's den ahead, there is a lot of uncertainty within the fledgling alliance, each with their own agenda, and few willing to take the lead. Fear of the Zhenlong pawns that lie dormant at the top of the dead and the fear of being confronted again by the tigers Dragon Mountain has encountered.

They looked into the distance, wondering if there was a demon sitting in the rain-shrouded Wushan Palace, waiting for the majors to throw themselves at it so they could tear everyone to pieces.

Someone, holding a torch lit by a spell, looked up at the lofty mountain top and murmured, "I can't believe Tianyin Pavilion would do such a thing, I still feel like I'm dreaming."

"Stop lamenting." Zhen Congming of Jade Lake Villa slapped the man on the shoulder, "If you have time to babble, why don't you think about how to attack the mountain and put an end to this nightmare?"

Someone else said with a gloomy look on his face, "I'm afraid it's not that simple. Mu Yanli is the body of the divine blood, Hua Binan is the Drug Clan, and the Fairy Tramper is the Mo Ran, who is very powerful and sinister.

The words of this monk won the approval of many.

If Xue Meng had been here in his previous life, he would have felt that life goes round and round and always comes back to the beginning.

The night before us is so similar to the night when the ten sects attacked the summit of the dead and Fairy Tramper died.

Unfortunately, it is not the Xue Meng of a previous life who is in the crowd at the moment, but the young man who has just lost his parents.

Although his brow is handsome, his face is haggard. In order to wear mourning, he does not wear the bright silver and blue armour of the top of death and life. He wore only a plain blue coat, his ponytail held in place by a white hair band.

Xue Meng opened his mouth, "Stop gossiping, the situation will be even more irreversible if you continue. If you are afraid of trouble, you should stay here. There is no need to go up there."

Everything is a repeat of the previous life, just as it was back then. When Xue Meng said this, a circle of people around him exploded.

Once again he was a target

"The other day you went to the Wushan Palace and assassinated Fairy Tramper. Tramper. And what happened?"

""

"It didn't turn out to be your defeat, and you dragged Senior Brother Mei into cleaning up the mess with you"

"You."

A white, slender hand stands in Xue Meng's way, silver bells tinkling on its wrist.

Xue Meng said angrily, "I don't need you to mind your own business."

Mei Hanxue, on the other hand, said pleasantly: "How can you call this an idle matter for the son of a benefactor?" he said, turning his head and smiling at the female cultivator who had turned red on the occasion.

"Besides, such a good-looking girl says things that don't sound good, so of course I have to point them out so that the girl can learn from her mistakes." He said courteously, "Helping Xue Meng is about friends helping each other, not cleaning up a mess. Please don't wrong me, as the heavens and the earth are above and my heart is clear."

Who in Jianghu did not know the charm of Senior Brother Mei? That female cultivator was speechless in a flash, and her face rose as if she were a pig's liver.

Seeing her like this, the woman's companion felt a little green on top of her head, so she stepped forward and mocked her, "Interesting, Sir Xue is brave and invincible, but we are all just afraid. I heard that the Fairy Tramper up there was also your cousin Mo Mo's past life, so he won't kill you in any case.

The mention of the Fairy Tramper emperor brought a slightly embarrassed look to many faces.

When Mo Ran had told them the truth, they thought they were being ridiculous. But now, as things have come to light one by one, and everything is as Mo Ran said at the beginning, many of them are a bit uneasy about their conscience.

Unfortunately, this was not the attitude of everyone, as an older monk coughed lightly and said, "Actually, I think the identity of the Fairy Tramper emperor has yet to be verified."

Xue Meng gave him a cold look: "Check what?"

The old man said, "I mean, that Fairy Tramper may look exactly like Mo Ran, but it doesn't have to be his past life, like Mo Ran said before. After all, a human mask, a Zhenlong pawn, anything is possible."

"Yeah, I still think Lonely Moonlit killed Mo Ran himself, and all that past life stuff is just a reason, an excuse"

Even at this stage, some people in the crowd were still convinced that Master Mo was lying and that they had not wronged him.

After all, some of them had spoken out and insulted him at the Tianyin Pavilion. Some had thrown stones and leaves at him and ridiculed him on those three days of the public trial. And to admit that the Patriarch Mo was telling the truth would be to admit that he had been hoodwinked into slandering good people, and that would be too humiliating for some people.

It sometimes takes more courage to admit a mistake than to make one, and the cowards clearly lacked that courage. In order to insist that they did not make a mistake, they are determined that Mo Ran must not be allowed to be cleared of his wrongdoing. Even if he had been wronged, insulted, and charged with a crime that would not be restored to him for the rest of his life. They wanted him to carry on with this crime.

For these "gentlemen", the innocence of others is a worthless thing compared to their own face.

Hearing this, Mei Hanxue smilingly complimented, "Master Sun, you are truly proud and indestructible."

The old man was stunned, and after half a day's thought he realised that Mei Hanxue was laughing at him, so he was furious and rushed up to fight him, but was stopped by an old monk.

Master Xuan Jing said, "Stop arguing and listen to what I have to say. It is not important what the identity of Fairy Tramper is, what is important is how we should deal with it once we are on the mountain and how to distribute our troops."

He turned his head and asked Xue Meng in a gentle voice, "Sir Xue, you are the one who has fought with that Fairy Tramper, in your opinion, what is his strength?"

Xue Meng gritted his teeth for a long time, then clenched his fist and said, "Gathering the strength of all the sects here, we may not be able to win."

"Heh," that Daoist Sun raised his white eyebrows, "What a proud son of the heavens, you really know how to take the strength of others and destroy your own prestige"

Master Xuan Jing was a little surprised: "So this man is much stronger than Master Chu, no wonder Master Chu was taken by him"

"Who doesn't know about the dirty business of taking Chu Wanning and Mo Ran now. I don't think it was a kidnapping, Fairy Tramper wasn't a past life, Mo Ran was behind the whole thing, and Chu Wanning and him are in on it.

Xue Meng's face was suddenly white. If it were any other time, he would have lunged forward in anger and smashed the old man's mouth, but only a short time ago he had just learned the truth about what had happened between his master and Mo Ran, and he was so disgusted with himself that he was frozen in place, his expression tipped over, unable to say a word.

As he was embarrassed, a tall, pale green figure lightly covered his face.

Jiang Xi said coldly, "Taoist Master Sun is so bold and presumptuous. If, after going to the mountain, things are not what you say they are, then I don't think you need to keep this demonic tongue of yours."

The old man's facial muscles twitched and his lips opened and closed as if he wanted to say something, but after half a day of mumbling, he didn't have the balls to spit it out in the face of Jiang Xi and shut up.

Jiang Xi gave Xue Meng a sideways glance and said nothing more, but looked down in thought and said to the others, "It is not too late, let us first arrange who we will target when we get to the mountain, and then we will act immediately." His eyes turned to the other Sect Leaders and Elders as a kind of confirmation, "Excluding Zhenlong's pawns, who are the people known to be at the summit of Death and Life?"

One by one, people around the room replied, "I'm sure we'll meet Mu Yanli."

Jiang Xi asks, "Has anyone ever fought with her?"

A female cultivator raised her hand, "I had a few moves against her during the civil unrest."

Jiang Xi asked again, "How's the stance?"

The female cultivator thought for a moment and said, "Sending three elders should be enough to stall her."

"Good, which three elders are willing to lock Mu Yanli when the engagement begins "

Those at the summit of death and life had long regarded Mu Yanli as a thorn in their side, and immediately three elders, Xuan Ji and Greedy Wolf Lu Cun, emerged. They were all from the same discipline and were all excellent in kung fu, with their own specialties in healing and attacking, so Jiang Xi agreed without a second thought.

Jiang Xi asked again, "What else?"

"There is also a group of close attendants of the Tianyin Pavilion, a group whose numbers are not well counted. But there are at least six or seven hundred of them, and their strength is difficult to gauge."

Jiang Xi pondered, "The closest thing to the Tianyin Pavilion style of fighting is the Temple of No Mercy" he looked up at Master Xuan Jing, "Would you like your disciples to keep an eye on the Tianyin Pavilion guards during the battle? Pavilion attendants"

"This," Master Xuan Jing said, taking a dark look at the pros and cons.

The disadvantages are obvious: the number and strength of the disciples of the Tianyin Pavilion are unknown, and it would be best if they were weak, but if they were strong, they would be a major drain on the Temple of No Mercy. But the pros are also tempting, for at least they won't have to face the most fearsome of the Fairy Tramper emperors.

He then nodded, "The old cassock will share the worries of the world."

"The rest is Hua Binan " Jiang Xi sighed and closed his eyes, "This goes without saying. Lonely Moonlit may not know every move he makes, but at least he comes from the same school. When the great battle comes, ask the elders under my discipline to keep an eye on this man, no need to be soft and merciful."

These have been arranged one after another, leaving only Zhenlong and Fairy Tramper.

Jiang Xi's eyes swept over the crowd, but apart from some of the monks who petitioned with enthusiasm, many more seemed to be suffering from cervical spondylosis at the moment, their heads hanging low and some simply reaching out to touch their necks as if they were in pain.

"Master of the Palace"

Ming Yuelou nodded: "Snow Walk Palace deserves to contribute."

Jiang Xi also asked the Master of Shangqing Pavilion, who also nodded, "It is my duty to do so."

But other than that, the other sects were either afraid of trouble or really unfit for battle, and those who were in charge were more or less hesitant. Some even grunted, "Since that Fairy Tramper can rip through the door of life and death in time and space, the power of so many sects alone must not be enough."

"Yes, if it isn't a daring scout."

Others sighed, "If only the School of Confucianism were still in existence, with its seventy-two cities of monks and so many city lords, alas it is a pity."

"Suddenly a Jiangdong Court monk raised his voice, "Where is Ye Wangxi? Isn't she a good fighter? Where is she?"

Jiang Xi's face darkened at the mention of it. Before we left, we settled a group of people who had taken refuge in Lonely Moonlit," he said. We were told to leave a monk behind to guard the place in case the Pawns' army was overwhelmed and no one volunteered. She ended up staying."

The monk let out an embarrassed "ah".

Jiang Xi said gloomily, "All of you are true heroes. How come you need a little girl everywhere"

""

After another wait, there were still few in the crowd who were willing to take the lead. The pretty new young head of Jiangdong Court even stammered, "I think we should think about it, after all, this is not a joke. Let's wait a little longer."

At the word "wait", Xue Meng's lips turned blue with anger as he tried to suppress himself and asked, "How much longer do you have to wait and how secure can you be?"

"But you can't just rush up the mountain and die."

"Success or failure is at stake, Xue young master be cautious."

Master Xuan Jing also advised, "Sir Xue, be careful. Now that the world has turned upside down and the Gate of Life and Death has appeared, no one knows what kind of changes lie ahead. The best of the best in the Xianxia world are now gathered here. If all of them were to fall into the water, who would be responsible?"

"Yeah, what are we going to do if we kill Your Mightiness?"

Xue Meng had been holding back, but at this moment he could no longer hold back. He looked up suddenly, his gaze bloodshot: "Your Sect Leader is not yet dead, and he is already thinking about what to do, what about the top of death and life"

""

At the mention of the summit of death and life, everyone could not help but think of the death of the Master and his wife, who had been wrongly accused.

"The top of death and life has long since been lost." Xue Meng's voice was slightly hoarse, "I have no more cousin, no more senior brother, no more mother, no more father, and now even the Master"

Xue Meng's eyelashes trembled slightly and his throat knotted up as if he was trying his best to swallow his pain. But the pain was too deep for him to bear, and he closed his eyes and opened them again, "All of you are afraid of death because you still have a trust. I have none, so I am not afraid to die."

Mei Hanxue frowned at the side and whispered to stop it: " Xue Meng "

But how could he have listened.

No one in this world can stop him any longer.

Xue Meng said, "If you don't go, I'll go myself."

"Young master", the disciples at the summit of death and life came forward to persuade him, but Xue Meng was determined to go, his killing heart was already on display. He turned around, leaving everyone behind, and the anger and grievances he had been holding back became tears that rolled down his cheeks where no one could see them.

Jiang Xi stood in the rainstorm and looked at his back: "You"

At the sound of his voice, Xue Meng walked faster, his Dragoncity already broken, and he did not even have a decent sword. But he continues to walk without looking back towards the lofty and wasted summit of death and life.

" Xue Meng "

After a few moments of hesitation, a hoarse cry finally broke from Jiang Xi's throat with difficulty.

Before Jiang Xi could touch Xue Meng's shoulder, he saw the young man turn around violently, his round, bird-like eyes flashing with lightning.

Moss grows on the steps and bamboo trails in the hills.

Xue Meng ran through the rain, gasping for breath, with a dreamy, wet world in front of her.

In this place, Lady Wang once watched a peony bloom under the moon. In that place, Xue Zhengyong was once a powerful man, returning from a battle with his horse and gun. Xue Meng walks past the White Stone Gate and sees Shi Mei mulling, runs past the Heroic Pillar and sees Mo Ran gazing at the moon, he sees the bustle of disciples returning from class in the storm, and the laughter on the bridge and in the corridor is like yesterday.

He ran forward with quickened steps as if a fierce tiger had thrown itself into the forest. Then his eyes caught a glimpse of an old peach tree, and he saw his young self bowing three times beneath it, smiling and raising his head to Chu Wanning, who was dressed in white before him, and saying.

"I, Xue Meng, pay my respects to the Master."

Suddenly close your eyes.

The summit of death and life holds so much of the past, each piece burning within his five. How brilliant the fires once were here, how bleak the ashes are now.

Xue Meng is a journey of wind, rain and storms.

"Don't follow me. Don't let me see this again."

He muttered, weaving through the shadowy shadows, abandoning his armour from his spirited teenage days. By the time he stood at the top of the mountain, he was soaked to the skin and soaked in rain. Like a phoenix whose feathers have withered, he trembles slightly.

Cold.

The bones are frozen to ice.

He squinted his thick, deep lashes as he gazed at the palace in the distance, morose and candlelit. This was the summit of death and life in his previous life, and the last time he had come to assassinate, he had not even looked closely

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of three graves standing in front of the Tongtian Tower, which is close by.

It was something he had never seen in his own school. He couldn't help but go and examine the three graves, one chiselled with the words "Queen of Oil Explosion" and one bulldozed, with the stone tablet falling to one side.

The last one is very old and worn.

There is a vague shadow in front of the grave, standing alone.

The man, his robe bloodstained and his wide sleeves reaching the ground, is standing in front of the mound, raising his hand and rubbing the writing on the tombstone.

Xue Meng was startled, his skull felt like it was pierced by a feathered arrow, all the blood in his body rushed to his head at that moment, he cried out sternly, " Mo Ran" and tried to draw Dragoncity to slash through, but his waist was empty.

Then he remembered that Dragoncity, had been shattered. Shattered in the last encounter with the Fairy Tramper emperor.

As if he could not hear anything, the man with his back to him slowly bent down in front of the tombstone, as if an extremely exhausting journey had finally come to an end, and Xue Meng saw him rest his forehead against the cold stone surface, gently rubbing it.

Xue Meng's palm bursts into flames, splashing with orange light.

He slashed at Fairy Tramper's back and attacked it regardless!

"Bang."

There was a loud bang and the fire did not hurt anyone, only the old mossy monument shattered.

Xue Meng was startled and looked around, but there was no Fairy Tramper, no black figure, no one anywhere.

The rain was pouring down around him, and all the trees were falling to the east and west, as if he was the only one left in shadow in the sky and on the ground. But the shadows of the trees and the sound of the wind made it seem as if thousands of horses were lurking in the dark woods and the strong grass, waiting with their armour rolled up and their weapons at the ready.

" Fairy Tramper Fairy Tramper "

He bellowed, and his voice was instantly crushed to pieces by the thunder.

Wrong look?

How could it be wrong, when the back was so clear, when the man had just stood here, when the man had reached out and touched the stone tablet, when the stone

A sudden pause.

Xue Meng leaned down, raised his hand and slowly picked up the broken and fragmented monument, but halfway through, he suddenly fell into an ice cave

The tablet reads.

The late teacher

The Tomb of Chu Wanning

Whose tomb what tomb

Xue Meng bounced to his feet and staggered back, the white light of the lightning shining on his miserable face, Xue Meng shook his head and muttered, "No no how can this be"

He swallowed and tried desperately to calm himself. He crouched in place for a moment to catch his breath before he could barely slow down enough to squint and take a closer look at the headstone again.

The body of the stele is very mottled, at the very least over ten years old, and not new. There are chisel marks of varying depths on the stele, as if something was originally carved and someone later rubbed out those original words and re-carved these seven characters.

The tomb of the late teacher Chu Wanning.

This is the grave of a past life master

Xue Meng's lips were blue, his body was shaking, his chest was tumbling with grief, anger, fear, or something else. He buried his face in his palm and wiped the wet rain off, his mind in turmoil.

So what was the love affair in a future he didn't know about?

He does not know, just as he does not know what was once carved on this stone tablet and for what reason the inscription was changed by whom.

None of it is known anymore.

Xue Meng slowed in place for a moment, but when he opened his eyes, he saw the black and gold silhouette emerge again. This time it was closer, and the lofty mountains and rivers embroidered in gold thread on his robe were so clearly visible, as was the tiger's roar.

The man was like some kind of figure between a spirit and a living person, neither quite alive nor quite a spirit. The figure was looking away from the Tongtian Tower and Xue Meng could hear him whispering in a trance: "Master, pay attention to me."

The sound is ethereal, like a phantom dream.

"I'm going home, I'm going home." He said, but there was a hint of bewilderment and bewilderment in his tone, "I'm going home"

"Master."

With a booming sound, the thunder seemed to hammer the earth, the hinterland of the mountains and rivers trembled vaguely, and the five organs went numb.

"But I don't have a home."

The black and gold figure suddenly looked back, and in the midst of the torrential rain, Xue Meng saw his face, Mo Ran's face, clearly.

Mo Ran, as if she couldn't see him, just murmured to herself, "I don't have a home anymore I want to go back I want to go back"

He was anxious and desperate: "Let me go back, let me go back I want to see him I want to see him"

The black shadow rose up in the air amidst the thunder and lightning, and Xue Meng was struck coldly by the cold, violent black wind that passed through him with a piercing chill that was much colder than the rain. He was instantly blinded and fell to the ground.

"I can't die I want to see him."

Xue Meng clearly heard Mo Ran's low cry as the black shadow flew like a whirlwind towards the back of the mountain at the top of the Dead Life. By the time he looked back, he had lost sight of the ghostly shadow of Tong Tong, while a cracking red light burst from the back of the mountain

What happened? What was that shadow just now?

Ghosts

His face was corpse white and he sat frozen in place until someone tapped him on the back.

At this point, Xue Meng's whole body is already tense, and at this touch he leaps up, frantic and helpless: "Who is it?"

Mei Hanxue held him down and said busily, "Don't be afraid, it's me."

Behind him, in the woods, emerges a Snow Walk Palace man, ugly in appearance, but with the familiar light blue pupils of Xue Meng's eyes. It was Mei Hanxue, the cold, icy elder brother who wore a human skin mask.

Brother Mei Hanxue steps out of the forest, holding two swords in his hands, one his own Shenwu north wind and the other

"Snow Phoenix."

Mei Hanxue walked up to Xue Meng, who was trembling, and handed him Jiang Xi's sword.

"Master Jiang asked me to hand it over to you on his behalf. He said you could use it and didn't have to refuse it for some reason."

The younger brother was also curious: "Can I ask you what your relationship with Jiang Xi is?"

"Let's go." The conversation was cut off unceremoniously by his elder brother, "Let's go to Wushan Palace and see how Master Chu is doing first."

Mei Hanxue dropped these words, glanced at Xue Meng, tapped his opponent on the shoulder with the hilt of his Shuo Feng sword, and without a word rooted deeper into the downpour.

His twin brother, however, sighed, raised his hand to pat Xue Meng on the head and swept off after his brother towards the stormy Wushan Palace.

Published at: 06/04/2022 14:00