After coming out of Jiaoshan, Mo Ran was like a clay sculpture and wood sculpture, his eyes were slightly straight, and he walked forward silently.

Standing in front of a fork in the road, he was stunned and dazed.

The war has passed, the rising sun rises at this time, and the morning glow washes away the dew and grass in the darkness. Only the trees still have the breath of dew and grass, like greasy powder, floating in the morning light.

He turned around and looked at the towering peaks. Then he looked at the road ahead. Walking straight was Linling Island. Xue Meng and his uncle were waiting for him, waiting for an explanation and an answer. But he couldn't get there, he wanted to go to Longxue Mountain.

Mo Ran vaguely understood in his heart that the Master of Sin knew more than he had imagined, otherwise he would not have been as calm when he saw the Emperor of Immortality. Perhaps because of this, he became increasingly at a loss and did not know what was waiting for him ahead.

In fact, his mind was already in chaos at this moment, and he had no more mood to think. In the end, he just knew numbly—

He must go because the master is there.

Longxue Mountain is entrenched near Wubei Temple. In the early years, monks occasionally went up the mountain to meditate, practice meditation, and meditation, but this mountain is often confused. Many people say that they have encountered ghosts hitting walls on the mountain, and they can't get out after entering, so gradually, it has become a barren mountain.

Mo Ran traveled with swords and rushed for a day, and finally arrived at the foot of Longxue Mountain at sunset. He had not eaten or drank water all day and was already very tired, so when he saw a clear spring flowing out of the cypress wood, he walked over, scooped up a handful of clear water, and washed his face.

What was washed off was first mud, then melted blood, and finally his face was exposed and reflected on the rippling water surface.

It was not an ugly face, but Mo Ran stared at it for a while, feeling indescribable disgust and disgust. He suddenly broke through the water surface, smashed the reflection, and then closed his eyes, burying his face in his palm and rubbed it with almost some pain.

Is there any perfect way in this world that can completely separate a person's past and present? Is there any powerful tool that can remove rotten memories from your mind?

Is there anyone who can save him? Can you tell him that you are not the Immortal Lord, you are just Mo Ran, you are just Mo Weiyu?

But when he opened his eyes, the waves were calm again, and the man inside was still staring at him in such a desperate manner.

He knew he had no way out.

Get up and go up the mountain.

When I reached the middle of the mountain, I suddenly fogged, and there was no sign of thick fog, and I couldn't see my five fingers when I reached out.

Mo Ran thought it was a sneaky at first, but after feeling it, there was no evil spirit at all.

It was not too early at this time. Occasionally, the sound of cuckoos crying blood came from the trees. The surroundings were getting colder, the sunlight disappeared bit by bit, and the fields became dark.

"master?"

His voice was slightly hoarse, and he walked forward while rubbing.

"Master of sin?"

No one answered him.

But strangely, he climbed all the way, almost blindly, but was not blocked at all. The road was so terrifying that it seemed that someone had already set up a game in the depths of the fog, waiting for him to go to the meeting alone and fall into the trap.

"Is anyone?"

The fog gradually dissipated.

The scenery in front of him became clearer and clearer, thick mist fell, and all the mountains, rocks, vines and trees appeared in front of him.

He found that he had arrived at a flat and open place without realizing it. Turning back, the way he came was still covered by fog. However, this place was filled with trees and trees, and the moon was sparse.

He stepped on the dewy grass covered with water and dew, and then he heard a man's back.

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment, then ran forward in panic and called out anxiously: "Master?!"

Chu Wanning turned his back to him and was kneeling beside a cave covered by wisteria. In front of him, the sinful master sat cross-legged and lowered his eyes, looking calm and silent.

"Master! You--"

Suddenly he lost his speech because he saw Chu Wanning turn around and his eyelashes were wet and his face had tears.

Mo Ran was stunned: "What's wrong with you?"

Chu Wanning didn't say anything. He had been suppressing himself. From a long time ago, he was always arrogant and majestic. It seemed that when he was born, he was an elder and an immortal, without any time when he was young or weak.

"Mo Ran..."

But this time, he exhausted all his strength, but only spoke two words, and could no longer suppress his sobs and overflowed from his lips.

Mo Ran murmured forward, walked to him, leaned over and knelt on the ground, and hugged him tightly: "...what happened? Why did you cry?"

As he said, he lowered his head and stroked Chu Wanning's hair. Chu Wanning's body was very cold, but when he found him at this moment, he could still hold him in his arms, but Mo Ran felt very hot in his heart.

His peace was stolen every moment, and every word he said to Chu Wanning became a wrong gift from God. He regarded it as a treasure and did not dare to bear it lightly.

"Okay, okay." He was obviously so helpless, but he still hugged Chu Wanning in his broad and warm chest and comforted him, "It's okay, I'm here. I'm here."

Mo Ran said, kissing Chu Wanning's forehead. At this moment, he suddenly found that he was lying in his arms, but still trembling and crying. Chu Wanning, who was holding his clothes tightly with his fingers, looked like the junior brother who would never appear again in the Peach Blossom Land.

No one is born a strong man, and Chu Wanning should have looked young.

Mo Ran's heart was trembling, and he vaguely understood something. While embracing Chu Wanning, who was trembling slightly, he kept kissing him and stroked his hair, while looking at the Master of Sin.

The old monk sat on a cold and huge rock with his eyebrows frowned and his eyelashes drooping. He half-closed his eyes half-closed, with no spirit in his eyes. He held a crabapple flower in his hand and leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to give it to someone. But the man must have rejected his kindness. The flowers had already faded, and only a few had not yet fallen from the branches.

He passed away with sin.

This person with many myths and mysteries was hidden in him, and at the last moment, he did not feel any relief on his face.

His expression was painful.

What's even more uncomfortable is that after his death, his face no longer looks young as he was over thirty years old. He completely became an old monk with anthracene skin. For some reason, his face was being eaten and engulfed by a golden insect at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This bug..."

"It's a worm." Chu Wanning finally spoke, but his voice was hoarse, "Some people who dislike their appearance will make a blood contract with this insect. The worm can change the host's appearance. In return, the worm will swallow the entire body of the host on the day of his death."

Listening to his efforts to maintain the stability of his tone and speaking slowly, Mo Ran couldn't help but hug him tighter. Perhaps the person in his arms had been kneeling here for a long time, and his hands and feet were cold.

From his past life to this life, Chu Wanning has always been his lighthouse, and his flames are dispelling his night to give him warmth within his ability.

But Mo Ran hugged him at this moment and felt that the person in his arms was made of Bing.

So cold.

He felt heartbroken.

"I'm here, I'm here."

"He has asked me to come to Longxue Mountain for a long time." Chu Wanning looked extremely tired, as if someone had taken time to take all his warm blood and poured endless pain and torture into it.

"He knew that I didn't want to talk to him in person and listen to any explanation from him, so he left me a letter with all the words in it, but I was still stubborn and I refused to believe him...I suspect him."

Mo Ran touched his cheek. He had never seen Chu Wanning like this before.

Plus, there wasn't any in the previous life.

This made him feel panicked, and he asked, "What the hell happened?"

But Chu Wanning just answered emptyly: "I am suspicious of him..."

This person who has always been calm and rational has finally been broken.

He was like a horn bow, and the string was stretched to the extreme and suddenly broke. He was trembling in Mo Ran's arms, trembling constantly, so desperate and so pitiful.

Chu Wanning curled up with a hunchback. Once a person who had been tense for half his life collapsed, the accumulated grief was enough to break the dam: "I should have been here long ago... If I had heard him, many things would not have happened. Nangong would not die, Shi Mei would not have been blind. It was originally too late... all too late."

"Master."

"If I had heard the letter, I wouldn't have been like this..."

It took Mo Ran a long time to comfort him slightly. After a long time, Chu Wanning finally stopped crying, but his eyes were out of focus. Mo Ran pinched his fingertips, but found that it was not hot at all, just like the slight tremor, and he could not stop.

"Why don't I want to believe him again..."

Mo Ran listened silently. In fact, as he came over, because of the Emperor Trampling Immortal, Mo Ran actually foresaw countless scenes of meeting Chu Wanning again, and thought of a lot of explanations and begging.

But he found that he couldn't even use it.

He didn't expect that this would be the case when he saw him again.

"He... also left a scroll of memories..." Finally, Chu Wanning finally calmed down slowly. Mo Ran touched his cheek, his cheek was cold, "... Before he left, I always hoped that you could come and give it to you with your own hands."

When Mo Ran heard that it was related to him, he froze his fingertips.

Memories scroll?

What will be written there? What do the sinner masters know?

Mo Ran felt that his hands were starting to get cold, and his hair stood up, and he was so cold that he was bone-bone.

Chu Wanning said hoarsely: "But he can't wait, his life is over." After he finished speaking, he seemed to have been touched by some extremely painful scar, his eyebrows were frowning, and he stopped talking.

He was probably afraid that he would collapse again if he said something more.

Chu Wanning covered his eyelids with his arms, calmed himself down, slowly cleaned up his messy calmness, calmness, coldness and reliability. He picked up these pieces and slowly put them on himself.

He was not used to being a weak person after all.

Finally, Chu Wanning raised his wet phoenix eyes, took out the scroll from his arms, and handed it to Mo Ran.

"There are all the secrets he knows."

Mo Ran's voice trembled slightly: "...has he seen it for you?"

“See it.”

Mo Ran was silenced under his heart.

He looked into Chu Wanning's eyes, and at that moment he had an extremely terrible thought.
To be continued...