Chapter 95: The Tribulation of This Seat in a Past Life

The membrane between the yin and yang worlds is not as solid as it was in ancient times, and minor breaches and leaks are commonplace and do not cause much alarm among monks.

However, at that moment, a blood pupil crossed the sky, and in an instant the sky and the earth changed and sand flew away.

A once-in-a-century event

None of us here, except Mo Ran, had ever experienced such a calamity first hand. So whether it was the bearded Li Wuxin, the battle-hardened Xue Zhengyong, the Confucianism School in Upper Fairy World, or the top of death and life in Lower Fairy World, the thousands of people in the congee were at a loss as to what to do.

And Mo Ran was thunderstruck, a heavy stench of blood seemed to come from his former life, grinding his teeth and sucking blood, killing people like a sore thumb.

It is this rift in the sky

In a previous life, Shi Mei died in the rift, when he and Chu Wanning were mending the boundary together, but his spiritual power was overwhelmed and he was repulsed by the swarming demons and fell from the sky.

But it was three years before that was supposed to happen, and Mo Ran remembered that snowy night so clearly, when New Year's Eve had just passed and there was still a faint smell of smoke in the air, and the snow was still red with the remnants of firecrackers. The night before, he had celebrated New Year's Eve with everyone else and drank wine.

Mo Ran is slightly drunk and raises her eyes.

Under the warm candlelight, Shi Mei's eyes look like they are filled with spring water, and from every angle, they are filled with emotion.

The top of death and life is so lively, with mingling and laughter.

He thought at that time that it would be great, even if he didn't disturb the person he liked, just to watch and be with them from afar for the rest of his life.

When the feast was over, the disciples returned home together. When he saw Shi Mei, who was cold, he took off his robe and put it on her shoulders. He took off his robe and put it on Shi Mei's shoulders. With the slightest hint of wine, he looked at him cautiously twice.

Beauty is like new snow, bright and unsalivable.

" Mo Ran ."

"Hmm."

"You've had a bit too much to drink today."

"Haha, did you?" Mo Ran laughed, and within two laughs, suddenly couldn't laugh anymore.

Shi Mei's cool hands gently cupped his face, so that the hot cheeks became even hotter and Mo Ran's eyes widened, shivering a little for a moment.

Shi Mei smiled and said to him, "Why no, look at you, three glasses of hot wine down your throat and your face is red."

"It's, it's hot, I think."

Mo Ran scratched his head awkwardly, but his face was burning more and more.

How well he was content then, to like someone without having to get it, not daring to think about it.

The man had only touched his face and he felt that he had been treated well by God, so terrified that he could not say more than that.

The dark, warm eyes are overflowing with surprise and gratitude.

As they parted in front of the bedchamber, Shi Mei smiled sideways at him again against the glistening snow on the ground as she dressed to leave.

" Mo Ran ."

He was about to leave, but at the sound of his voice he turned around like a gyroscope in a hurry, not wanting to miss anything.

"Yes, I am."

"Thank you for the garment."

"Nothing... I'm hot anyway."

"And ah." Shi Mei eyes grew softer, almost the kind of warmth that could make a long winter pass, " Mo Ran, actually I"

Bang.

A firework explodes in the distance.

Mo Ran didn't hear what he said, or perhaps Shi Mei didn't say anything further at the time.

By the time the silence had fallen, Shi Mei had pushed open the door to her bedchamber.

Mo Ran got anxious and tried to stop him, "Wait, what did you just say?"

The other man, however, was a rare tease and winked, "Good words only come once."

" Shi Mei "

But the seductive figure still did not do what Mo Ran wanted, leaving only half of her beautiful face exposed under the warm curtain.

And a light smile that Mo Ran will never forget.

"It's late, I'm going to bed. I'll wake up tomorrow morning if I still want to talk to you."

He paused, his soft lashes dropping like mimosas.

"I'll just tell you again."

Unexpectedly, the crack of heaven and the dawn follow each other.

Mo Ran did not wait for Shi Mei's words after all, and the softest old dream of his life was coloured scarlet.

How many times in his midnight dreams he remembered Shi Mei's smiling face behind the half-rolled warm curtain, so beautiful, so gentle, he wondered if it was his own illusion, and even felt it was infinitely more affectionate.

He continued that long dream for the rest of his painful life over and over again.

In the dream Shi Mei says she likes him and he wakes up smiling and happy, so happy that he forgets that Shi Mei is dead and that there is no turning back from the past.

He just laughed so happily, thinking about what would be good to cook for his beloved from now on, something so important that it was well worth agonising over.

But always, as I laughed, the tears rolled down my face.

He buried his face in his palm.

The words scattered on the wind on the snowy night of New Year's Eve that year were words he would never know again after all.

Ten thousand miles of heavy clouds break, and an infernal hell opens.

A thousand evil spirits came out of the chasm, like a thousand horses attacking the city. The screams around him startled Mo Ran out of his memories.

He was almost frantic, shouting anxiously through the chaotic, turbulent, disorderly crowd, searching desperately for

" Shi Mei "

" Shi Mei Shi Mingjing "

"Where are you where are you?"

I don't know why the rift in the sky after three years has suddenly come forward.

I don't know if I can still protect you now.

But I can't watch you get hurt again, I can't watch you die again

Please live

It's my fault that I wasn't strong enough to shelter you right away, that I was too stupid to think everything through, where are you

" Mo Ran "

Amidst the clash of blades, a muffled voice suddenly came from the faintest of voices.

" Shi Mei "

He saw him, beside Xue Meng, using the water spirits as a screen to stop the evil spirits that were pouncing on him. Mo Ran ran towards him almost without a thought, his voice choked and his eyes red.

"You, you dog, come and give me a hand" Xue Meng was one for ten, but the wave of corpses was as endless as water.

He said no more, Mo Ran swept up, red light flashed, and the ghost was called.

With the fall of the vine, the line of ghosts in front of him was smashed to pieces by Shenwu. Mo Ran turned his head towards Shi Mei and shouted, "Don't go far, come behind me".

"I want to go and help the Master."

"Don't go over there" Mo Ran said, almost horrified

He must not allow Shi Mei to get any closer to Chu Wanning in this melee.

Images from a previous life are constantly overlapping with the scene in front of us.

Back then, it was the same phrase.

"I want to go and help the Master."

"Good, go over there, it will be safer on the Master's side, don't leave him and let him protect you."

How absurd

Let him protect you.

Chu Wanning, Chu Wanning, Mo Ran has done everything but forget that it's Chu Wanning!

Ruthless and cold-blooded to the core.

The world is full of people, but he doesn't care if his disciple dies.

"Don't go to his place he can handle himself."

The overlap between the two lives made his scalp tingle and Mo Ran, his eyes red with rage, barked at Shi Mei, "Don't go anywhere, stay."

"But just now, Master lost so much mana."

"You can't die minding your own business."

As he said this, his eyebrows rose in anger and he lashed out again with a vicious whip towards the rolling zombie. In an instant blood and flesh flew and brains splattered everywhere.

Although his spiritual power is far from what it was in his previous life, he is still very familiar with his moves.

The rift in the sky is getting bigger and bigger.

The ghosts that had been floating in the infernal hell for a hundred years were leaking into the world like a rainstorm of sand, mixed with the Butterfly Town vampires who had taken advantage of the strong Yin energy to break free from their willow vine. It was as if water had been poured into the boiling oil and the pots and pans were boiling over. It was also like locusts swooping down on the grain fields, evil spirits clawing at the living and devouring them. But the Confucianism School and Jade Lake Villa were completely devastated, with many monks screaming and wailing, and blood spilling several feet high!

Chu Wanning was too far away for Mo Ran to see his condition for the time being.

It was in a sea of people that I overlooked Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si, who, although they didn't see eye to eye, had a strikingly similar style of fighting.

Ye Wangxi abandoned his long sword and summoned a longbow with a blue light in his hand, while Nangong Si also had a curved moon in his arm.

Swishing

The two dropped their arrows almost simultaneously, the white feathers cracking the air with a sound like the sound of geese.

The arrowheads quenched the spirits, scattering wind blades in all directions, and wherever they passed, the evil spirits were torn and strangled

Nangong Si, with a smug look on his face, goes to his back and draws an arrow from his back pocket.

I was not expecting to touch it.

"No more."

"Here."

Before he could get angry, Ye Wangxi threw a bunch of white feathered arrows at him.

"You're always reluctant to bring more."

"Hmm."

Nangong Si snorted, but the situation was critical and he didn't have the heart to pose with Ye Wangxi, so he took the arrow and the two sank back into their respective fights.

In the twinkling of an eye half an hour had passed, with more fierce spirits repelled, but more coming from the ghost world.

Li Wuxin killed more than ten spirits with his sword and turned his head towards Xue Zhengyong and shouted, "This won't work, we won't be able to hold them back. Have someone make up the boundary."

Xue Zhengyong looks at Butterfly Town in the distance, with four golden light formations in each of the four directions.

He gasped and said angrily, "Easy for you to say, can you mend this knot? Do you have anyone left here who can mend knots?"

"I," Li Wuxin said with a dark face, "am not a master of the art of boundaries."

"Then shut the fuck up! You think there are a few Yu Heng Chu Wanning guarding the four positions, otherwise these dead ghosts will break out and soon kill the whole Middle Shu Area, those who cultivate immortality can't even support them, won't those who don't cultivate immortality be finished soon"

"It's better that the Middle Shu Area is finished than the Xianxia Realm is in chaos, and if you don't get someone over to mend the rift, I'm afraid this will never end again"

Xue Zhengyong was furious at his words, and with a fling of his iron fan, the wind cut into the evil spirits, but it also seemed to graze Li Wuxin's cheek unintentionally: "Just because you Upper Fairy World are noble, should Lower Fairy World be born to die for you?"

"Don't be ridiculous I'm talking about abandoning a pawn to save a rook. If this crack in the sky happened to me at Jade Lake Villa, I would sacrifice my entire clan to keep the world safe."

"What a big mouth, Master Li is really standing and talking." Xue Zhengyong's tiger eyes widened and he laughed in anger, "The entrance to the ghost world is in my Middle Shu Area, and it will not move to you Jade Lake Villa for a thousand lifetimes, it seems that the top of death and life can exterminate its doors ten million times to keep the world peaceful.

As they fought and battled, they suddenly saw a snow-coloured light sweeping in from the western sky.

Before they could see what kind of enemy or friend they were coming from, they could hear the sound of the violin coming from the clouds, like a storm of wind and rain, the sound of the strings was like a pouring rain from the sky, or a million arrows piercing the forest.

" Kunlun Snow Walk Palace "

Xue Zhengyong suddenly looked up at the snowy hues that were rolling in, and when he got closer, he saw a group of Your Mightiness who had come with their swords, dressed in snowy clothes and surrounded by peach blossom petals. They were all extremely beautiful, both male and female, and because of their mind techniques, they all looked like they were in their early twenties.

Snow Walk Palace is filled with people standing or sitting, half with pipas in their arms, half with guqin in front of their knees, the cacophony of music flowing down from the sky, causing the evil spirits and zombies to cry out in pain, yet they are caught in a net of heaven and earth, unable to get out.

At the head of the group is a man with light blonde hair and jasper eyes, his features are extremely impressive. He is dressed in snow-coloured raw silk with a drop of water on his forehead, and a slender neck poking out of his collar, like a fragrant fragrance from a porcelain vase. The snow is cold in Kunlun, so he wears a fox fur over his plain clothes, which adds to his calm and graceful appearance.

This man is also holding a delicate lute in his arms, frowning, his long, pointed fingers twisting the strings of the lute as countless burning peach blossoms dance around him to the sound of his instrument.

"The royal winds of the four seas have been swept away, the waters of virtue have been clear for a thousand years, and the military garments have been left uncovered, and today the high achievement has been achieved."

He was about to say something when he heard a man in the distance shouting, "Mei Hanxue, how come it's you, you dog?"

The one who shouted was none other than Xue Meng. He shouted angrily as he swept up under Mei Hanxue's sword and cursed, "Why did Kunlun Snow Walk Palace send such an untrustworthy creature like you to help?"

Ye Wangxi turned around at the sound of his voice and saw the man playing the zither with flying flowers and snow, and he was also thinly veiled with anger.

"It's him."

Nangong Si: "What? You know this one too?"

"Don't really know each other." Ye Wangxi was also unhappy to see Mei Hanxue, but while Xue Meng rushed up to scold him, he turned his head and walked away, leaving only the words, "Just had a fight."

Nangong Si has some interest: "Oh, how is he?"

"Heh." Ye Wangxi sneered, "He fights all with women, what do you say."

Nangong Si :""