Chapter 173: Shizun, Someone Wants to Kick Us Out

He felt like he was holding a hot potato and didn't know what to do. Seeing more and more people looking at him, the tips of his ears couldn't help but redden in embarrassment. At this moment, a pair of hands reached over and took the child from his arms. Chu Wanning breathed a sigh of relief and turned around. "Mo Ran?"

"Yes." Mo Ran moved the child to one of his arms and held him while the other hand was free. He rubbed Chu Wanning's hair. His expression was calm, probably because he had seen the miserable scene in Linyi. There was a faint trace of melancholy between his eyebrows, but when he looked at Chu Wanning, he wanted to curl up the corners of his mouth and not let his expression look too ugly.

His expression when he wanted to smile was not as handsome as usual, but it made people feel inexplicably warm.

"You've talked to the people on the island?"

"Yes, I've talked to them."

"I'm afraid the fire in Linyi won't be extinguished for at least four or five days. Before that, we have to stay on Feihua Island. There aren't many houses on the island, and we brought so many people …"

"I asked the village chief. He said that we can still live if we squeeze in."

It wasn't wrong to let Mo Ran handle this kind of problem. He knew better how to communicate with people, appearance and so on … Thinking back to when he helped to harvest the rice, the way the girls in the village looked at him, he knew that he was more likable than himself.

Chu Wanning silently thought for a while. He didn't know what to feel in his heart, but he nodded and said, "You've worked hard."

"Don't say that to me." Mo Ran looked at the candy in his hand and understood. He turned to the child in his arms and smiled. "What about you? Why are you crying?"

"I want Mama … I want Daddy …"

Mo Ran saw that the child was still so young and couldn't walk, but his parents died in the fire and couldn't come back. He couldn't help but feel sad. He rubbed his forehead against the child's face and comforted him in a low voice. "Daddy, Mama … there are some things that will take some time before they can come to accompany you. You have to be good, they will be happy to see you … "

He hugged and comforted the child for a while, and the child gradually calmed down. Although he was still sobbing, he didn't shout and cry anymore.

Mo Ran looked down at the child with tears on his eyelashes. Chu Wanning held the candy and quietly stood beside him, looking at him.

This man's side profile was very good-looking. The lines were strong and straightforward. If placed in the ink seal calligraphy, it would be the facial muscles and willow bones. The strokes were powerful and vigorous, and the calligraphy was tall and straight. It was easy to describe a handsome face.

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So when Mo Ran poked his head over and bit the candy on his finger, Chu Wanning suddenly retracted his hand. He opened his eyes in shock and asked, "What are you doing?"

The glutinous rice candy was so small. When the man's head came close and quickly took it, his lips naturally touched the tip of his finger. The warm and wet tip of his tongue even accidentally licked his finger. Chu Wanning only felt his whole body go numb. That quick and small intimate contact was enough to make his spine itch. It was like a new sprout bursting out of a seed, pushing away the silent soil and making the stuffy soil soft …

Mo Ran held the candy in his mouth and smiled at him. He turned his head and winked at the child.

He raised his head and rolled the candy into his mouth. His Adam's apple bobbed, and then he said to the child, "Look, it's not some scary pill. It's candy."

Chu Wanning, "…"

His mind was wandering just now, so he didn't pay attention to what the child and Mo Ran were talking about.

At this time, his gaze fell on the child again. The child stared at Mo Ran for a while. After a while, he whispered in surprise, "Ah, it's really candy …"

"Yes," Mo Ran said with a smile, "This immortal elder brother is so nice. Why would he catch you to refine pills?"

Chu Wanning, "…"

Because too many things had happened the night before, and because it was too scary, Mo Ran didn't feel sleepy. After settling down the men, women, and children, the sky was already bright. He walked to the beach of Flying Flower Island alone. In the morning, the coastline would recede far away, revealing the beach that couldn't be seen when the tide rose.

When he was alone, a lot of thoughts surged up and shrouded his eyes, forming a layer of haze that he couldn't get rid of.

He took off his shoes and walked slowly along the wet coastline. His footprints stepped on the wet sand, leaving two lines of crooked tracks behind him.

In fact, there were still many things about Xu Shuanglin that he didn't understand. For example, why that guy didn't like to wear shoes on such a cold day and was always willing to walk around barefoot.

Mo Ran was a person who hid a lot of his past and was always treated badly by others.

Perhaps it was because of this that he could clearly understand why Xu Shuanglin wanted to destroy the Confucian Wind Sect at all costs. He wanted to destroy Jiang Dongtang and even disrupt the entire upper cultivation world.

Being suppressed and ostracized wasn't the most painful thing.

The most painful thing was being betrayed by someone close to you. The most painful thing was that even though you didn't do anything wrong, even though you were full of passion and wanted to become a master, at the most important "Soul Mountain Conference" in the cultivation world, you were criticized by everyone, saying that you stole the unique spell that you spent all your effort to create from your elder brother …

You were ridiculed and rolled your eyes, forever unable to turn the tables.

Mo Ran knew that after this catastrophe passed, the cultivation world was bound to face a reshuffle. For those sects that had suffered both face and body damage, they would all think: Xu Shuanglin is really a madman.

Perhaps only Mo Weiyu, who used to grind his teeth, drink blood, and kill people like flies, would be able to stop himself from thinking as he quietly walked along this quiet and long coastline.

Xu Shuanglin, what kind of person is he?

This madman, when he was young, was he also high-spirited and vigorous? Did he practice swordsmanship hard in the orange grove? Only when night fell did he return tiredly and satisfactorily, holding a fresh orange in his sleeve and bringing it to his lazy older brother to eat?

At that time, he didn't know that although his older brother didn't accomplish anything, he could use his three-inch tongue to make him lose his foothold in the cultivation world.

Did this madman also bury himself in magic scrolls, ponder hard, seriously dip his brush in ink, and write down some somewhat inexperienced ideas? Then, when he was dissatisfied, he bit the end of the brush and fell into deep thought again?

At that time, he also didn't know that no matter how hard he tried, in the end, his reputation would be tarnished, and he would never have any hope.

Mo Ran closed his eyes. The sea breeze blew against his face. The sunlight fell on his eyelashes, gilding them with a layer of gold.

He thought of the Three Lives Courtyard, drinking Meng Po's Water and forgetting the three lives. Xu Shuanglin gave this name to the place he lived in. Was it just a casual choice?

There was also the previous life. In the previous life, Xu Shuanglin hid in the Confucian Wind Sect for the same purpose as in this life. But at that time, he died in battle for Ye Wangxi …

Ye Wangxi.

This name was also given to her by Xu Shuanglin.

What did he forget?

Had he ever tried to forget those unjust and unfair years, to forget the hatred and glory of the past, to forget those ugly faces?

There was also the corpse that Xu Shuanglin painstakingly dragged out from the Abyss of Hell, Luo Fenghua's corpse.

What did he want this corpse for?

In the illusion, Xu Shuanglin told Nangong Liu that only by obtaining the spiritual core of the person who cast the curse could the curse on the ring be completely broken. But from the final result, Xu Shuanglin's real purpose was definitely not to help Nangong Liu break the curse.

The space crack, the exquisite chess game, the rebirth technique …

There was also the hand that stretched out from the crack in the end.

Mo Ran faintly felt that something was very wrong. He frowned and pondered.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes.

He thought of one thing — —

That year beside the Jincheng Pool, when the old dragon Wangyue died, he said, "That mysterious person used the power of the Heart-Picking Willow at the Jincheng Pool to practice two secret techniques. One was the rebirth technique, and the other was the exquisite chess game."

At that time, he did not mention the "Gate of Life and Death".

In other words, for Xu Shuanglin, he only cared about the rebirth technique and the exquisite chess game. The exquisite chess game was for the convenience of doing things and controlling chess pieces.

What about the rebirth technique?

Who did he want to rebirth?

Mo Ran thought about it and felt that there were two answers. One was Rong Yan, and the other was Luo Fenghua.

According to Xu Shuanglin's words, the person that Rong Yan used to like was actually him. Later, because of some variables, she finally broke off with Xu Shuanglin and married his brother.

But after thinking about it carefully, he felt that it should not be her.

If Xu Shuanglin really liked Rong Yan and wanted to resurrect her, why did he kill her only son in her previous life?

More importantly, this guy had been lurking around Nangong Liu for a long time as "Elder Shuanglin". If he wanted to use the rebirth technique to resurrect Rong Yan, why didn't he directly stop her from being sacrificed at the Jincheng Pool?

It was not Rong Yan.

Mo Ran turned his head and looked at the sea that was dyed red by the rising sun. The waves continued to spread and surge. The tide was rising with the rise of the sun at a speed visible to the naked eye. Between heaven and earth, there was a golden brilliance.

It was Luo Fenghua.

Mo Ran was almost certain that the person that Nan Gongxu wanted to resurrect was Luo Fenghua.

The matter of the Confucian Wind Sect was not as simple as it appeared on the surface. Just like the rise and fall of the tide, those broken shells, and those dangerously colorful starfish were all covered by the rolling waves at dawn.

The sea rose very quickly. The fine sand and stones were washed away by the waves, spreading to the beach where he was walking.

Suddenly he felt cold under his feet. Mo Ran lowered his head. The waves had already surged up and slapped the backs of his feet.

"Whoosh!"

He moved his well-trimmed toes and felt a little cold. He turned around and wanted to walk back to the beach to put on his shoes. But when he turned his head, he saw Chu Wanning walking toward him from the red clouds filling the sky. Chu Wanning's expression was indifferent. With one hand, Chu Wanning picked up the shoes and socks that he had casually thrown on the sand and handed them to him.

"Why are you barefoot? It's so cold."

Mo Ran followed him to the top of the sand slope and sat down on the rocky shore. He shook off the sand on his feet and put on his shoes again. He suddenly felt somewhat relieved. Although he was destined to never obtain the kind of love he wanted from Chu Wanning in this life, Chu Wanning was still the best Shizun in the world. He would always care about him and take care of him.

Seeing him walking around barefoot, he would worry that he would catch a cold.

"What do you think about the Confucian Wind Sect matter?"

"It's not that simple."

"I think so." Chu Wanning's brows had almost never relaxed since last night. Even though there was a brief moment of peace and tranquility, the space between his eyebrows was still dyed with melancholy. He watched Mo Ran put on his shoes and socks, then he turned his gaze back to the boundless sea.

The rising sun from the sea level burned a dazzling golden red. Far in the distance, the unextinguished fire of Linyi intertwined, making it difficult to distinguish the two.

"It's really hard to find out where Xu Shuanglin was pulled to by the space-time crack." Chu Wanning said, "If he deliberately doesn't want to be discovered, I'm afraid no one will be able to catch him for eight to ten years."

Mo Ran shook his head and said, "If he can't hold back for eight to ten years, after he recovers his energy, he should make some moves."

"What do you mean?"

Mo Ran told Chu Wanning his guess, and then said, "Luo Fenghua's body is not a real body. It's a 'prosthetic limb' that was re-cultivated in the Infernal Purgatory. After leaving the Ghost World, without the support of Yin Qi, it will fester and decay very soon. So I guess at most one year, even if he's not fully prepared, he will make some new moves. "

Chu Wanning didn't say anything.

He had always been cautious and prudent when doing things or thinking. Regarding this kind of uncertain matter, he wouldn't make bold assumptions like Mo Ran. But it didn't hurt to listen to Mo Ran's hypothesis.

"What about that hand?" Chu Wanning asked, "What do you think about the hand that took Nan Gongxu away in the end?"

"…" Mo Ran shook his head, "I know too little about the first Forbidden Technique, so it's hard to say. I don't know."

This sentence was not true. Although Mo Ran didn't want to lie to Chu Wanning, there were some things that he really couldn't tell Chu Wanning.

He didn't dare to say.

It was true. Since he could remember, he had very few peaceful days. Even if he added up his two lifetimes, it wouldn't exceed a year.

A person who had been wandering for decades suddenly asked him to sit down, gave him a pot of hot tea, and a bonfire. How could he bear to get up and leave again? How could he bear to shatter this good dream with his own hands?

So he could only say that he didn't know.

But in his heart, he was restless. He was almost certain that the owner of that hand was not so simple. Otherwise, why didn't Xu Shuanglin in his previous life collect the Five Great Spiritual Bodies so quickly and wantonly slaughter them? If it wasn't for someone who had been reborn inciting and bewitching him, according to the normal course of events, Xu Shuanglin shouldn't have thought about how to resurrect Luo Fenghua at this time …

What's more, when Xu Shuanglin controlled the white chess piece at Jinchengchi, he once said to Chu Wanning, "If you think that I'm the only one in the world who knows the Three Great Forbidden Techniques, then I'm afraid you won't live for long."

Mo Ran felt that Xu Shuanglin definitely knew that some people who shouldn't have existed in this world had come to this world. But at the same time, he also felt that although Xu Shuanglin knew that there were people who had been reborn, he didn't know that he was also reborn.

Otherwise, when the Confucian Wind Sect was fighting, why didn't he directly expose his background? As long as he obtained some of Mo Ran's memories from the memory scroll and put them in the tribulation fire, no matter how good Chu Wanning treated him, he probably wouldn't want this disciple anymore. Then everything would be over, and he, Mo Weiyu, would never be able to make a comeback.

Why didn't Xu Shuanglin do this?

There were two possibilities:

First, for some reason, he couldn't do this.

Second, he still didn't know his trump card.

But no matter what the situation was, Mo Ran was very passive at this moment. He had too few clues in his hands. If the other party was careful and didn't expose any clues, then he could only stand in the open and wait for the cold knife to stab him in the back at any time.

Mo Ran pursed his lips, his thick eyelashes drooping and trembling slightly.

He couldn't care so much. In his previous life, he lived in hatred, selfish, and did all kinds of crazy things. In this life, no matter what the outcome was, he wanted to do his best to live every day well. He wanted to do his best to make up for those who owed him. He wanted to do his best to protect his Master, Shi Mei, Xue Meng, and protect the peak of life and death.

He tried his best to keep this moment of warmth that he couldn't ask for.

Just as he was lost in thought, a fisherman suddenly rushed over and shouted to Mo Ran and the others, "Not good, two Immortal Monarchs, something happened!"

Mo Ran was shocked. He supported himself with his arms on the ground and immediately jumped up, asking, "What's wrong?"

"The owner of the island went out to sea a few days ago and just came back this morning. She, she heard the village chief tell her what happened and was very dissatisfied with the village chief's handling. She threw a tantrum and refused to let the elderly and children live in the empty house. At this moment, she has already chased everyone out. The people you brought are all, all standing outside. "

The fisherman was kind-hearted. As he spoke, his eyes became moist.

"How pitiful. It's so cold, but she didn't even want to give them clothes and blankets … The owner also said …"

Chu Wanning also stood up with a gloomy face, "What else did she say?"

"She also said that … those people from Linyi had eaten the rations and drank the water from the Flying Flower Island, so she said that she wanted to settle the debt with them. If they didn't pay up, she would capture them and enslave them on the island …" Zhang Xuan paused for a moment before continuing.

Before he finished, Chu Wanning was already furious. His moon-white robe fluttered as he rushed toward the village in the center of the island.