After all, Xue Meng grew up on the top of life and death. He knew the shortcut terrain and finally captured Mo Ran.

He led him all the way to the back mountain. The back mountain on the top of life and death was the closest place to the ghost world in the world. It was separated by a barrier, and behind it was the underworld.

When Mo Ran saw the miserable situation in the back mountain, he immediately understood why the man was obviously at home, but he still needed Mrs. Wang to treat people in the front hall.

The man didn't want to help, but he really couldn't get out of it.

The barrier of the ghost world has been broken.

At this moment, the entire back mountain was filled with a strong ghost energy. The ghost had never been physically transformed into a fierce ghost howling in the air. At the entrance of the mountain gate, you can see a huge gap tearing open in the sky. Behind the gap was the ghost world. A bluestone staircase that had reached thousands of levels protruded out of the crack of the barrier. The evil spirit that had already cultivated flesh was shaking and densely climbing down along the steps, from the underworld, and climbing to the human world.

If it were an ordinary person, he would have been scared to death when he saw this scene. Mo Ran was shocked to sweat for the first time when he saw it, but he was already used to it now.

The barrier between human and ghost realms was set by Fuxi in ancient times. Nowadays, it is already very weak. From time to time, it will appear to be ruined and requires people who practice immortals to repair it. However, this kind of thing cannot be achieved with too much cultivation, and it consumes a lot of spiritual power and is thankless. It is a chore. Therefore, few immortals in the upper world of cultivation are willing to take on this job.

When the evil spirit is born, the first thing that will be troubled will be the people in the lower world. As the guardian saint of the lower world, the top of life and death will take on the chorus of repairing the barrier. The back mountain of their sect is facing the weakest part of the barrier, so that they can make up for the gaps in time.

This breaking barrier will always leak four or five times a year, just like a pot that has been repaired, and it is useless.

At this time, at the entrance of the ghost world, on the long bluestone steps, a man was moving in snow-colored clothes, his sleeves were flying, and his sword energy was lingering around him, and his golden light was pouring out the evil spirits and evil ghosts and repairing the loopholes in the barrier.

The man was so handsome that he was so handsome that he looked very handsome. From a distance, he could easily remind him of the literati and scholar who was watching books under the flower tree and was floating in the world. However, close up, he had a sharp eyebrows, a phoenix eye hangs on his nose, a narrow and thin nose bridge, and a gentle and elegant appearance, but his eyes were mean, which seemed particularly inhumane.

Mo Ran looked at him from afar. Although he was prepared, when he saw this man appearing in front of him again, his bones were still shaking finely.

Half fear, half...excited.

His master.

Chu Wanning.

In his previous life, Xue Meng finally came to the Wushan Palace and cried and wanted to see this person.

It was this man who ruined Mo Ran's ambitions and ambitions, and was eventually imprisoned and tortured by Mo Ran until he died.

Logically speaking, Mo Ran should be happy to defeat his opponent and take revenge.

The sea is wide and the fish leaps, and the sky is high and the birds are flying, and no one can control him anymore. Mo Ran originally thought that he thought so too.

But, it seems that's not the case.

After the master died, he was buried with hatred, and there seemed to be something else.

Mo Ran has no cultivation and doesn’t know that feeling is called chess match, and it’s just a moment.

He only knew that from now on, there would be no more of his old enemy in the world.

When the master is alive, he is afraid, afraid, and shudders. When he sees the willow vines in his master's hand, his hair stands up, just like a stray dog ​​who is used to being beaten. When he hears the sound of knocking on the clapper, his teeth will become sore, his legs will become weak, and his mouth will be drooled. His calves will be nervous and twitch.

Later, the master died, and the person Mo Ran was most afraid of died. Mo Ran felt that he had grown up and had a future, so he finally did this thing to deceive his master and destroy his ancestors.

Going back, looking at the world, no one dared to kneel down and never slapped himself in the face.

To celebrate, he opened a jar of pear blossoms, sat on the roof, and drank the whole night of wine.

That night, under the influence of alcohol, when I was a teenager, the scar on my master's back seemed to hurt again.

At this moment, I saw the master appearing in front of him with my own eyes. Mo Ran stared at him, afraid and hated, but there was a trace of twisted ecstasy.

If such an opponent is lost and gained again, how can you not be happy?

Chu Wanning ignored the two disciples who broke into the back mountain, and was still concentrating on fighting the scattered undead.

His facial features are elegant, his eyebrows are evenly long, and his phoenix eyes are coldly hanging. He is pure and elegant, with a distinctive temperament. His expression remains unchanged in the blood and rain of demons. He looks very light. It is not surprising that he sits down and burns incense and plays the piano at this moment.

However, such a gentle and elegant handsome man was carrying a long exorcist sword with a cold light and dripping bright red blood beads. With his wide sleeves, the sword energy slashed and the bluestone steps in front of him exploded, and the broken bricks rolled down, cracking from the mountain gate to the bottom of the mountain. Thousands of long steps were instantly split into a bottomless gap!

Too fierce.

How many years have you not seen the strength of your master?

This familiar and powerful domineering made Mo Ran’s legs weak and unable to stand firmly. He knelt on the ground with a plop.

Chu Wanning didn't take too long to kill all the ghosts and monsters and made up for loopholes in the ghost world. After doing all this, he fell from the air and came to Mo Ran and Xue Meng.

He first glanced at Mo Ran who was kneeling on the ground, then looked up at Xue Meng, with a chilling look on his eyes.

"the fat is in the fire?"

Ink burns the air.

Master has the ability to always make the most accurate judgments about things immediately.

Xue Meng said: "Master, Mo Ran went down the mountain and committed the two crimes of stealing and adultery. Please be responsible for the punishment."

Chu Wanning was silent for a while without expression on his face, and coldly said, "I understand."

Mo Ran: “…………”

Xue Meng: “…………”

Both of them were a little confused, and then? Nothing happened?

However, just when Mo Ran was secretly lucky and looked up at Chu Wanning, he suddenly caught a sharp golden light, which suddenly slashed through the air. A whoosh sounded like lightning and thunder, thrust straight on Mo Ran’s cheek!!

Blood splashes everywhere!

The speed of the golden light was so amazing. Mo Ran didn't even have time to close his eyes, and the flesh on his face was peeled open, causing a sharp pain.

Chu Wanning stood with his hands behind his back, standing coldly in Xiao Sha’s night wind. The air was still filled with the turbid air of fierce spirits and ghosts. At this moment, the fishy smell of human blood was mixed, making the forbidden area in the back mountain look even more gloomy and terrifying.

What I pulled Mo Ran was a bunch of willow vines that appeared in Chu Wanning's hand at some time. The vine was narrow and long, with green tender leaves growing on it, hanging all the way to the edge of the boots.

It is clearly such an elegant thing, which should have reminded people of poems such as "The willows are folded in a slender shape, and they hold it to their lover."

What a pity, Chu Wanning is neither slender nor lover.

The willow vine in his hand was actually a magic weapon named Tianwen. At this moment, Tianwen was flowing with golden red light, illuminating the entire darkness and shining Chu Wanning's bottomless eyes.

Chu Wanning touched her upper and lower lips and said in a deep voice: "Mo Weiyu, you are so brave. Do you really think I can't control you?"

If it were the 15-year-old Mo Ran, he might not have taken this sentence seriously and thought that his master was just saying it to scare himself.

However, after his rebirth, Mo Weiyu had already experienced the master's "control" with blood in his previous life. He suddenly felt that his teeth and sticks were hurt. When his brain heated up, he began to refuse to admit his conscience and wanted to remove himself.

"Master..." Blood flowed from his cheeks, Mo Ran raised his eyes, and a layer of water vapor was dyed in his eyes. He knew that he must be very pitiful now, "Disciple has never stole... I have never been lustful... Why did Master beat me first after hearing Xue Meng's words without asking?"

“…………”

Mo Ran has two unique skills to deal with his uncle. First, pretend to be cute, second, pretend to be pitiful. Now he copied this set to Chu Wanning, and tears were about to fall from grievance: "Is it so unbearable for your disciple in your eyes? Why don't Master even give me a chance to defend me?"

Xue Meng stamped her feet angrily beside her: "Mo Ran!! You, you are so shameless! Master, don't listen to him, don't be confused by this bastard! He really stole it! The stolen goods are still there!"

Chu Wanning lowered his eyelashes and looked cold: "Mo Ran, have you really never stole it?"

"No."

"…You should know what the consequences will be if you lie to me."

Mo Ran had goosebumps all over his body. How could he not know? But he was still stubborn: "Master, please tell me!"

Chu Wanning raised his hand, and the golden vine shining waved again, but this time it did not suck Mo Ran on Mo Ran's face, but tied Mo Ran to a strong point.

This taste is so familiar. In addition to daily drawing of people, Liu Teng's "Tianwen" also has another function -

Chu Wanning stared at Mo Ran who was locked by Tian Wen and asked again: "Have you ever stole it?"

Mo Ran felt a familiar severe pain hit his heart, as if a small snake with sharp teeth suddenly pierced into his chest and churned in his internal organs.

Accompanied by the severe pain was an irresistible temptation. Mo Ranqing couldn't help but open her mouth, his voice hoarse: "I... haven't...ah...!!"

It seemed as if he was lying, Tianwen's golden light became more and more violent, Mo Ran was sweating profusely, but he was still desperately resisting such torture.

This is the second function of Tianwen besides drawing people, for review.

Once tied up by Tianwen, no one can lie in front of the Lord of Tianwen. Whether it is human or ghost, death or life, Tianwen has a way to let them speak and tell the answer Chu Wanning wants to know.

There was only one person in his previous life, and finally, relying on his strong cultivation, he finally managed to keep the secret in front of Tianwen.

That person is Mo Weiyu, the emperor of the human world.

After rebirth, Mo Ran held a trace of luck and thought that he could still resist Tianwen's imprisonment as he did back then, but he bit his lips for a long time, and large beads of sweat seeped down his dark eyebrows. He shivered all over, and finally he fell in pain in front of Chu Wanning's boots, gasping for breath.

"I...I...I...stole..."

The pain suddenly disappeared.

Before Mo Ran could recover, he heard Chu Wanning ask the next question, and his voice became even colder.

"Has I ever been lustful or indiscriminate?"

Smart people don’t do stupid things. Since they haven’t resisted it just now, it’s even more impossible. This time Mo Ran didn’t even resist, and when the severe pain came, he even shouted: “Yes, yes, yes!!! Master doesn’t want it anymore! Don’t want it anymore!”

Xue Meng's face turned blue next to him and said in shock: "You, how can you... that Rong Jiu is a man, you actually..."

No one paid attention to him. Tianwen's golden light slowly dimmed. Mo Ran was gasping for breath, as if he had just been fished out of water. His face was as white as paper, his lips were still trembling, and he fell to the ground and could not move.

Through the sweaty eyelashes, I vaguely saw Chu Wanning's elegant figure wearing a green jade crown and wide sleeves and ground.

A strong hatred suddenly surged into my heart - Chu Wanning! I treated you like that in my previous life, it was true!! Even if I live again, I will still see how you hate you! Fuck you‖Your ancestors for 18 generations!!

Chu Wanning didn't know that this evil disciple was going to fuck his ancestors for eighteen generations. He stood there with a gloomy face for a while, and then said.

"Xue Meng."
To be continued...