Chapter 6: The Master of this Throne

Xue Meng, after all, grew up on top of the dead and knew the shortcut terrain and eventually tackled Mo Ran.

He was escorted all the way to the back of the mountain, the back of the top of death and life, which is the closest place on the whole earth to the ghost world, separated by a boundary, behind which is the hell of the underworld.

One look at the tragic situation in the back of the house and Mo Ran immediately knew why the man was clearly at home but still needed Madame Wang in the front room to receive people.

It's not that the man didn't want to help, but he just couldn't be bothered

The knot of the ghost world is broken.

At this moment, a heavy ghostly aura permeates the entire back mountain. Behind the gaping hole is the ghost realm, and a thousands of steps of green stone are poking out from the gaping hole, along which flesh and blood spirits are crawling down, staggering and thick, from the underworld to the human realm.

Mo Ran would have been frightened out of his wits the first time he saw it, but he is used to it now.

The boundary between the human and ghost worlds was set up by Fuxi in the ancient times, but nowadays it is very weak, and from time to time it breaks down and needs to be repaired by immortals. However, this kind of work is not only a great improvement in cultivation, but also a great drain on spiritual energy and a chore.

As the patron saint of Lower Fairy World, the Top of the Dead has taken on the task of repairing the boundary, with the back of their sect facing the weakest part of the boundary.

This broken boundary, which always leaks four or five times a year, is as unforgiving as a mended pot.

At this moment, at the entrance of the ghost world, on the long green stone steps, a man in snow-coloured clothes moves, his wide sleeves fluttering, sword qi lingering around him, golden light boiling around him, sweeping away the evil spirits and repairing the holes in the boundary with his own strength.

From a distance, it is easy to see him as a literary man with a scroll under a flowering tree, reading a book. However, up close, he looks like a gentleman with sharp eyebrows, phoenix eyes and a narrow nose, but with a mean look in his eyes.

Mo Ran looked at him from a distance, and although he was prepared, he still, when he really saw this man appear before him again, healthy and unharmed, his bones trembled in a fine way.

Half in awe, half in excitement.

His mentor.

Chu Wanning.

In a previous life, Xue Meng had come to the Wushan Palace crying to see this man.

This is the man who ruined Mo Ran's ambitions and ambitions, and who was finally imprisoned and abused to death by Mo Ran.

Mo Ran should have been happy to have broken his rival and avenged his loss.

The sea is wide, the sky is high, and no one can control him anymore. Mo Ran had thought he was thinking the same thing.

And yet, it seems that this is not the case.

After the death of the Master, buried with the hatred, it seems there was something else.

Mo Ran is not well educated and does not know what it is like to be a rival in a chess match.

He only knew that from then on there would be no more of his arch-enemies in the world.

The Master was alive, he was afraid, he cringed, he shuddered, he sweated when he saw the willow vine in his Master's hand, he was like a beaten, bereaved dog, his teeth sore and legs weak and mouth salivating at the sound of the banging clapper. His legs and stomach twitched with nervousness.

Then the master died, the man Mo Ran feared most. Mo Ran felt that he had grown up and had finally done this deceitful deed.

From now on, if you look at the red earth, no one will dare to make you kneel down, and no one will be able to slap you again.

To celebrate, he opened a jar of pearly whites, sat on the roof and drank all night.

That night, under the influence of alcohol, the scars that the Master had drawn on his back as a teenager seemed to be on fire again.

At this moment, seeing his master back in front of him with his own eyes, Mo Ran stared at him with fear and hate, but there was actually a twisted hint of ecstasy as well.

How can you not be happy to have lost and found such an opponent?

Chu Wanning paid no attention to the two apprentices who had barged into the back of the hill, still concentrating on fighting the overflowing spirits.

His features are elegant, his eyebrows are long and even, his phoenix eyes are coldly downcast, his cultivation is pure, his temperament is outstanding, his expression remains unchanged in the midst of the demonic wind and blood, he looks very light, even if he is sitting down at the moment to burn incense and play the zither, it is not strange.

However, such a gentle and elegant man was now carrying a long, cold, glittering sword that was dripping with red blood, and with a flick of his broad sleeve, his sword energy slashed the stone steps in front of him, causing the broken stones and bricks to roll down, splitting the thousands of steps from the mountain gate to the bottom of the mountain.

It's so fierce.

How many years has it been since I have seen the strength of the Master

This familiar strong dominance made Mo Ran's legs go weak with inertia and he didn't stand still, flopping down to his knees.

It didn't take Chu Wanning long to kill all the ghosts and monsters and close the loopholes in the ghost world.

He glanced at Mo Ran on his knees before looking up at Xue Meng with a chill in his phoenix eyes.

"Breaking and entering."

Mo Ran is convinced.

The Master had an ability to always make the most accurate judgement of things immediately.

Xue Meng said, "Master, Mo Ran has made a trip to the mountain and committed the two sins of theft and "lewdness" and disorder.

Chu Wanning was expressionlessly silent for a moment and said coldly, "Got it."

Mo Ran :""

Xue Meng :""

Both were a bit confused, then what no then

But just as Mo Ran's mind was racing and he was looking up at Chu Wanning, he caught a glimpse of a sharp golden light that sliced through the air and struck Mo Ran straight in the cheek with a whoosh of lightning.

Blood splattered everywhere

The speed of that golden light was so astonishing that Mo Ran could not even close his eyes before the flesh on his face was cut open, and the pain was excruciatingly hot.

Chu Wanning stood with his arms folded, coldly standing in the sluggish night breeze. The air was still filled with the foul air of the fierce spirits and the foul smell of human blood, making the forbidden place in the back of the mountain look more and more ghastly.

Mo Ran was smoked by a willow vine that had appeared in Chu Wanning's hand at some point, a narrow, narrow vine with young green leaves that hung down to the edge of his boots.

It is so elegant that it should have brought to mind poems such as "The willow is folded and held in the hands of a lover".

Unfortunately, Chu Wanning is neither slender nor has a lover.

The willow vine in his hand is in fact a Shenwu, called the Heavenly Man. At the moment, it is glowing with a golden-red light that shines through the darkness and reflects the deep, dark eyes of Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning's upper and lower lips touched as he said, "Mo Weiyu, how dare you? Do you really think I won't control you?"

If it was a real fifteen-year-old Mo Ran, he might not have taken this statement seriously, thinking that his master was just talking to scare himself.

But after his rebirth, Mo Weiyu had already learnt about his master's "discipline" in his previous life with blood, so he felt a pain in his teeth, and when his brain was hot, his mouth started to deny it, trying to get himself clean.

"Master," his cheeks were bleeding, and Mo Ran raised his eyes, which were tinged with moisture. He knew he must look miserable now, "I have never stolen or lusted." Why did you listen to Xue Meng and hit me without asking?

""

Mo Ran has two tricks up her sleeve for dealing with her uncle: firstly, play cute. The second is to play the poor man. Now he has copied this trick on Chu Wanning, and is so aggrieved that tears are falling down his face: "Is my disciple so bad to you, Master?"

Xue Meng stomped his feet in anger next to him, " Mo Ran you, you dog-leg you, you shameless master, don't listen to him, don't be confused by this bastard he really stole the stolen goods are still there"

Chu Wanning lowered his eyelashes, his expression cold: "Mo Ran, you really didn't steal."

"Not ever."

"You should know what happens when you lie to me."

Mo Ran's goose bumps were rising, he could not help but still keep his mouth shut: "Please, Master, be wise."

Chu Wanning lifted his hand and the golden vines swung again, this time not at Mo Ran's face, but tying him up in a tight knot.

The taste is all too familiar. willow vine "Heavenly Question" has a role to play apart from the daily pumping of people

Chu Wanning stared at Mo Ran, who was firmly in the lock of the Heavenly Question, and asked again, "Did you steal"

Mo Ran only felt a familiar sharp pain hitting his heart, as if a small snake with sharp teeth had sunk into his chest and tossed around in his internal organs.

The pain was accompanied by an irresistible temptation, and Mo Ran couldn't help but open his mouth, his voice hoarse: "I didn't."

Seeming to sense that he was lying, the golden light of Tian Man became more and more violent, and Mo Ran was in cold sweat from the pain, but still desperately resisted the torture.

This is the second role of the Heavenly Question, apart from pumping people, for trial.

Once bound by the Heavenly Question, no one can lie in front of the Lord of the Heavenly Question, whether they are human or ghost, dead or alive, the Heavenly Question has the means to make them talk and tell the answers Chu Wanning wants to know.

In a previous life there was only one person who, by relying on his strong cultivation, finally managed to keep his secret to death in front of the Heavenly Question.

That man was Mo Weiyu, who became the emperor of the human world.

After his rebirth, Mo Ran took a chance that he would still be able to resist the questioning as he had back then, but after biting his lip for half a day, beads of sweat seeping down his dark brow, he shivered and finally collapsed in pain in front of Chu Wanning's boots, gasping for breath.

"I I stole it."

The pain disappears abruptly.

Before Mo Ran could catch his breath, he heard Chu Wanning ask the next question, his voice even colder.

"Have you ever been promiscuous?"

A wise man doesn't do stupid things, and since he hadn't even resisted just now, it was even less likely that he would now. This time, Mo Ran didn't even resist, and when the pain hit him, he yelled, "Yes, yes, yes, Master, no, no."

Xue Meng's face turned blue next to her and she said in shock, "You, how could you? That Rong Jiu is a man, you actually"

No one paid any attention to him, and the golden light of the heavenly question slowly dimmed. Mo Ran was panting heavily, as wet as if he had just been fished out of the water, his face as white as paper, his lips still trembling uncontrollably, and he fell to the ground unable to move.

Through sweat-soaked eyelashes, I can see the elegant figure of Chu Wanning, wearing a jade crown and with wide sleeves reaching the ground.

A strong feeling of hatred surged through my heart Chu Wanning I was right to treat you like that in my last life, even if I had to live it again, I would still hate you as much as I see you.

Chu Wanning, unaware that this sinner was about to fuck himself, stood for a moment with a grim look on his face, then said.

" Xue Meng ."

Although Xue Meng knew that nowadays male sexuality was popular among rich merchants and young men, and that many of them played with young herdsmen just for the sake of novelty, not because they really liked men, he was still a bit at a loss to digest it, and only after a moment did he say, "Master, I am here."

"Mo Ran has broken the three precepts of greed, theft, debauchery and deceit; take him to the Hall of Yanluo to repent. Tomorrow, at the hour of the day, he will be taken to the Terrace of Good and Evil and punished in public."

Xue Meng was shocked: "What? What public discipline?"

To punish in public means to carry a disciple who has broken a heavy commandment to the entire sect, in front of everyone, even the dining hall matron, to convict someone and punish them on the spot.

Disgraceful and humiliating.

Mo Ran is the son of the top of death and life. Although the discipline of the sect is very strict, Mo Ran is a special person and his uncle has taken pity on him for losing his parents since he was young and has been displaced for 14 years, so he can't help but take care of him.

However, the master did not give any face to the venerable master and took his precious nephew to the Good and Evil Terrace, criticizing and giving him shoes in front of the whole sect. This was something Xue Meng had never expected.

Mo Ran is not surprised by this.

He lay on the ground, a cold smile spreading across the corners of his mouth.

How great and iron-faced is this master of his.

Chu Wanning's blood is cold. In his last life, Shi Mei died in front of him, and Mo Ran cried and begged him, pulling at the hem of his coat and falling to his knees to beg for help.

But Chu Wanning ignored it.

So his pupil died in front of him, and Mo Ran cried his heart out beside him, while he stood by and watched.

Now it is only a matter of putting him on the platform of good and evil and disposing of him in a fair manner, what is so strange about that.

Mo Ran only hates that his cultivation is too weak now, so he cannot skin him, pull his tendons, drink his blood, pull his hair to his heart's content, humiliate him, torture him and ruin his dignity so that he is worse than dead.

The beastly fierceness in his eyes was not hidden for a moment and Chu Wanning saw it.

He glanced faintly at Mo Ran's face, a refined and refined face, without expression.

"What are you thinking about?"

It's fatal.

Tin Man has not been returned

Mo Ran once again felt the vines binding him twist and turn, and his internal organs were twisted to pieces as he yelled out in pain, gasping for breath and roaring out the thoughts in his head

"Chu Wanning, I'll fuck you up if you can."

The ravens are silent.

Chu Wanning :""

Xue Meng is stunned: ""

The Heavenly Question is suddenly withdrawn from Chu Wanning's palm, turning into a bit of golden light before disappearing into thin air. The Heavenly Question is fused into Chu Wanning's blood and bones, coming out as it is called and disappearing as it goes.

Xue Meng's face was white and she stammered a little: "Master, Master Master"

Chu Wanning didn't say anything, but with his long, dark eyelashes, he looked at his palm for a moment, and then he raised his eyes with a rustle, and his face didn't fall apart, but became more grim.

"The sky question is broken, I'll fix it."

Chu Wanning dropped these words and turned to leave.

Xue Meng is a dumb kid: "Tian, Tian asked this Shenwu, can it be bad"

Chu Wanning heard this and glanced back at him with a look of "death to the sinner". Xue Meng suddenly shuddered.

Mo Ran lies dying on the ground, his face dazed.

What he had in mind was indeed to find an opportunity to "fuck" Chu Wanning to death, knowing that Master Chu, known as "Yu Heng of the Night, the Immortal of Beidou", was always concerned with cultivating elegance and decency, and could not bear to be crushed by others under his feet.

But how can Chu Wanning know about this?

Mo Ran whimpered like an abandoned dog and covered his face.

Thinking of the look in Chu Wanning's eyes when he left, he felt that he was probably close to death.