Chapter 82: This Seat Cannot Believe

Outside the Linling Island Inn, the proprietress, dressed in red and green, with beaded bracelets tinkling on her snowy wrists and a willow-like waist, is leaning outside the doorway, stirring fried melon seeds with snake gall bladder.

Xuanyuan Court always has the most people staying with her at auctions, because she is beautiful and smart, and her beautiful black and white eyes can guess what her customers want with a quick glance.

The sun is high and it's after midday. The owner spits on a melon rind and reckons that the bidding will be over in an hour, and since Linling Island is so expensive, monks don't usually stay long. But no matter, Your Mightiness, the warriors always have to have dinner before they leave, so they can still make a profit on their meal.

The proprietress dusted off the shavings on her skirt and turned back to the shopkeeper and shouted, "Erfu, wipe the tables and chairs in the lobby again, and bring out a basket of the snake gall bladder and melon seeds I fried, and put a plate on each table. We'll be preparing for the evening's business."

"Yes, sir, I'll go and get it." The man ran off in a huff.

She was about to return to her shop to supervise the work when she saw a black and white figure coming down the road on the wind, and only when she got closer did she realise that it was a handsome black Your Mightiness with a man in his arms, rushing into her inn in a frenzy.

"Stay in, stay in stay in stay in stay in"

""

It was the suddenness of his arrival and his strange behaviour. The waiter in the shop was shocked and his mouth was open for a while.

Mo Ran said angrily, "Are you deaf to staying in a hotel?"

"Oops Your Mightiness." A young woman's voice sounded behind him, three parts laughing and seven parts apologetic, sounding unpleasantly angry, Mo Ran suddenly turned around and met the owner's eight-faced smile, "Sorry for the delay. I'm the new waiter here, so if you need to talk to me, I'm the boss."

Mo Ran raised his dark, handsome eyebrows and said sharply, "Stay in the hotel."

The proprietress took a quick and unobtrusive look at him and saw that he was wearing a cloak, presumably to attend the Xuan Yuan meeting of Your Mightiness, but because he had come in such a hurry, his hood had fallen off, revealing a handsome face with the delicacy of a young man, but that was not the most important thing. This is the pouch that the Court gives to its customers to carry their goods after selling them.

There is money.

The owner's eyes shone brightly.

Very rich.

The person he was holding in his arms could not be seen because she was covered with a large banner and her face was leaning inwards, but the owner's eyes were so venomous that she quickly swept over the snow-coloured gown and landed on the hand hanging from the cuff of the wide sleeve.

Long and thin, with porcelain skin and pointed fingers and well-defined bones.

Beauty.

The owner's wife was instantly aware of the situation.

Although he is a handsome man, it is not uncommon for men in the Xianxia world to be double-cultivated, so there is nothing strange about it.

"Dafu, get a room." The proprietor's wife responded quickly and without asking any further questions, she snapped her fingers and sharply ordered, "The most comfortable one, the Sun and Moon Upper Room."

Chu Wanning's illness came on very fast and without warning. Fortunately, this is the land of Lonely Moonlit, where there is a wealth of good medicine at hand, and Mo Ran had a doctor take Chu Wanning's pulse.

The immortal doctor with deep cultivation closed his eyes and nodded his calloused fingers on Chu Wanning's wrist, not saying a word for a long time.

Mo Ran couldn't resist: "Doctor, how is my master?"

"It's not a big problem, though."

What I hate most is this kind of person who talks in nine different ways. Mo Ran's eyes widened: "But how"

"But I find it very strange. Your master's cultivation is very strong and rare in the world. But when I examined him carefully, his spirit core was so fragile that it was no match for a small cultivator who had just built his foundation."

If one compares cultivation to water, the spiritual core is the vessel that carries the water.

Spiritual nuclei are innate and cultivation is slowly built up later in life, so the stronger the innate spiritual nucleus is, the easier it will be for people to cultivate. However, when the cultivation reaches a certain level, it will feed the spirit core, so usually the two are complementary to each other.

A great master like Chu Wanning must have a very strong spiritual core, so ordinary practitioners do not pay special attention to this when they take a pulse.

Mo Ran was shocked to hear, "How is this possible?"

"The old man didn't think it was possible either. So I repeated the consultation many times, but it was the same every time."

"My master's spirit core can't even compare to a foundation building one... this, how is this possible, it's a joke doctor, take a closer look, could it be a mistake somewhere"

"I have always been cautious in my medical practice, so if I say something, I am sure of it. If you don't believe me, find someone else to examine his spiritual core, the result will be the same."

Mo Ran is stunned.

The doctor said, "It is because your master's spirit core is very fragile that he should have been sensed by some powerful weapon, the properties of which should have some echo with him, but not possessed by him. That is why he suffered a backlash and his spirit core could not withstand it, which is why he was unconscious. I will give him some soup and medicine, take it and rest a lot, he will soon be fine. "

Mo Ran sat on Chu Wanning's couch, resting her cheeks and staring blankly at the doctor.

Weak spiritual core

How is this possible?

But that old man just now had no idea what had happened at Regulus, yet he was able to accurately state that Chu Wanning had previously encountered powerful weapons, and it really didn't seem like he was opening his mouth to make up a lie.

At the Xuan Yuan meeting, Mo Ran released just a little bit of his spiritual energy before Chu Wanning suddenly passed out. So it was too late for him to tell if the Stranger's Sword was really Shenwu from his previous life. If it was, then why did it echo Chu Wanning and turn against him?

After a long time, the person on the bed seemed to be haunted by another nightmare, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyelashes fluttering.

Ghostly, even he didn't know why, Mo Ran reached out and gently stroked his brow: "Master"

""

"Master Chu Wanning has lived two lifetimes, is there a secret in you that I don't know?"

The shopkeeper quickly had the medicine brewed in the back kitchen and brought it up to Mo Ran.

When I tasted it, it was bitter as hell, a taste Chu Wanning hates. Mo Ran sighed and called out to the woman who was about to leave.

"Boss, do you have any sweets?"

"The sugar in the shop is freshly brewed and we have run out for the day. But Your Mightiness, if you want it, I'll have someone go out to the street and buy it."

Mo Ran looked at the steaming soup and shook his head, "Forget it then, it will get cold after a long time and it will be useless to drink it. Thank you."

"Ah, Your Mightiness no need to be polite, just call me again if you need anything."

The shopkeeper finished and left with good sense, closing the door of the room with his hand.

After bringing the medicine to the bed and setting it down, Mo Ran sat back on the edge of the couch, resting one hand on his knee and helping Chu Wanning up with the other, "Master, take your medicine."

Mo Ran picked him up and let Chu Wanning lean into his arms. He took a spoonful of the medicine, held it to his lips and blew it cold, then slowly passed it to Chu Wanning's mouth.

This is the second time he has taken care of Chu Wanning since he was reborn, and I don't know how it is that, even though he hates this man, he still gets so nervous when he sees him sick.

"Bitter"

The person in his arms, unawake but aware, frowned half-asleep and turned his face away and refused to drink any more.

He held up the spoon and broke him back, coaxing him patiently, "There's one more sip, just finish it.

He said and handed another spoonful.

Chu Wanning coughs halfway through his drink, but his frown tightens.

"So bitter."

"Sweet sweet, the next spoonful is sweet, come come come."

"Uh."

"The next spoonful is guaranteed to be so sweet that you won't believe the sweetest sugar juice in the world that I've ordered people to find," coaxing and coaxing, not knowing who he was, Mo Ran smoothly pulled out the words from his previous life and slipped around again, "It's delicious, you'll regret it if you don't open your mouth."

He was about to get up and clean up, when there was a flash of white in front of him and before he could react, he received a solid slap on the face.

"Liar, you get out."

After Chu Wanning said this in a stern voice, his head tilted and he fell asleep again. Mo Ran, who had been slapped for no reason, was left with her mouth half-open and her cheeks covered in anguish. The person in his arms grunted as he was about to snap, probably because he had dreamt of something particularly unpleasant, and his face became more and more unpleasant.

Mo Ran was really out of temper when he saw him like this. There was no candy around, and when he saw that the dry pouch was still resting on the bed, he was moved to fetch a bottle of tapir incense to reveal it. He slapped Chu Wanning on the cheek, not too lightly but not too hard, in retaliation.

"Lie down alone for a while while I go and mix some water and give you sweet, fragrant dew to drink."

""

Seeing that Chu Wanning was quiet, Mo Ran held him up, intending to let him lean back on the pillow. When he got closer, he heard a low, muffled gasp, and then murmured, "It's you, Bo."

Mo Ran froze: "What?"

Chu Wanning's eyes were tightly closed, his fan-like eyelashes trembling uncontrollably, as if he was in great pain, his blood fading away little by little. He had obviously fallen into another dream, another, more gruesome, more hideous dream, and he shook his head slightly, a rare glint of sadness appearing on his normally noble, cold face.

"I am me."

For a moment, Mo Ran's heart suddenly lost its speed, and a strange feeling came over him, as if some secret was right in front of him, just a veil away, and he was about to penetrate it. He stared at Chu Wanning and whispered, "It's you what?"

"It's me who's thin on you."

In a moment of trance, I wonder if the candlelight was so dim that I was mistaken, but Mo Ran saw a glint of water in Chu Wanning's deep lashes.

It is I who thin you out.

These four words were as light as mist when they came out of the mouth of the king, and as frightening as thunder when they entered his ears.

Mo Ran jumped up from the edge of the bed, his whole body instantly froze. His pupils contracted and he stared incredulously at the handsome face of the man on the couch, his expression changed instantly and his heart was shocked like a thousand horses and armies rushing past, his hand squeezed into a fist, his blood seemed to boil into fire and then freeze into ice overnight.

"What do you mean you?"

After a long moment of shock, Mo Ran grabbed Chu Wanning by the throat, her eyes tyrannical, her feigned naivety after her rebirth gone, "Chu Wanning, what did you just say?"

"Say it again you say it again for me"

It is I who have wronged you, and I will not complain in death or in life.

It was a curse he could never forget in his life, a nightmare that had tormented him for two lifetimes.

How many times has he closed his eyes with those four words with a sigh in his ears, and the person who spoke them was no longer on earth?

But these words were spoken by Chu Wanning in a previous life until his death, so why would he say them now?

Could it be that Chu Wanning, too, is reborn?